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  1. Kristine has considered running as soon as she found out what was happening in the Nursery Garden. However, doing so right after the Nursery Knights had created the True Gold would be a pretty clear sign that she had found something out. She would need to provide another reason for her eventual departure. Not that she thought she would leave without incident no matter what they might believe. However, if they thought she knew about the True Gold, then they would probably never let her go. Or they would kill her if she tried. She did not tell Tac anything, just that they would talk about it later. Tac seemed to be in no rush to leave, seeing as the Duke was plying her with floozies and booze. Kristine went about the following day the same as the ones before. She made sure she did nothing to give her knowledge away, even asking the others girls if they could tell her what they had done that previous night. The next day she started laying the groundwork for leaving. “I’ve had it,” she screamed, stomping down the stairs. “That bathroom is dithgusting,” she looked up at the ogre. “Dithgusting do you hear me!?” The ogre nanny took a few steps back, Kristine was sure it presented a comical appearance. “Well, it’s just that no one else uses it…” “That’s no reathon to let it fall into such a state,” Kristine said and stomped her foot, her anger actually getting the better of her. She did not want to look like a little girl having a tantrum. Crossing her arms over her chest, she demanded, “What will you do about it?” The ogre looked at the door and the narrow stairs beyond, perhaps wondering if she could squeeze up there. “We should talk to Colleen.” “Then let’th go and talk to her,” Kristine snapped. “Can you keep it down out there,” Tac called from one of the bushes, “I’m in the middle of someone here.” “Oh thhut up,” Kristine yelled. Colleen listened to Kristine’s demand for the toilet to be cleaned and put to rights. “You could always just use the potty chairs in the the nursery, or your diaper,” Colleen told her, a condescending tone to her voice. “Or I could jutht leave,” Kristine countered, keeping her voice low, so the other Nursery Knights did not hear. Colleen’s eyebrows lifted high. Kristine did not know of the woman had eyes under her blindfold or not, but if she did, they were probably opened wide in surprise. “Now Kristine, there is no need to think about leaving over something as little as this.” “Tho you’ll clean the toilet?” “I will see what I can do.” “Good. And I’m tired of those thtupid spoons and forks with the large handles and the baby bottles. Give me normal cutlery and a cup.” Colleen frowned, probably not used to being dictated to. “We will see.” “We better damn well.” The day after Kristine had made her ultimatum she found the stairway, in the past dark and grimy, now clean and well lit. Had they actually done what she asked? If so they had given in very quickly. Were Colleen and the Duke worried she would really leave? Or did the two know that she had learned about the True Gold and were playing her? Because of her concerns, she actually laughed when she opened the door at the top of the stairs, though nothing was actually funny. The room was clean and bright, with a window. There was a duck-shaped potty chair and a well-stocked changing table where there had once been a toilet. She could not help but smile. “I can’t say they did not clean it.” Then, because she had to go, she ripped her diaper off and took a seat on the potty chair. After a moment she put her hands on the handles on either side of the duck’s head. I must look ridiculous, she thought but did not take her hands away. It just felt right. But it was a damn sight more comfortable than the toilet had been. It also turned out she did not have to worry about disposal for once she was finished she found the potty’s bowl empty and perfectly clean. The wonders of magic, she thought. I wonder if I could get one, she thought, then shook her head. It was not really like she wanted one. Taking advantage of the space, she summoned Mr Bear to help her on with her new diaper. He, of course, picked her up and placed her on the changing table, but she was willing to accept it from him. Mr Bear worked for her and not the Duke, was the way she thought about it. It was the best fitting diaper she had worn in many days. He patted her on the head, and then on her diapered crotch before taking her from the table and placing her on the floor. She wondered if he might pat her harder were she to ask? Shaking her head once more to deny unwelcome thoughts she dispelled him with a, “Thank you, Mr Bear.” While the potty seat and changing table were not all that bad, she made a point to complain about it loudly. It was all part of her plan to justify her leaving. Tac was calling it ‘Operation Little Diaper Bitch’, but Kristine could not expect much better from Tac. Three days after she had seen the Nursery Knights in the stone circle Kristine announced she had had enough and was leaving. Colleen and the Nursery Knights were off for private studies, better learning how to create True Gold Kristine supposed. The ogre nanny, who had been the primary target of Kristine’s complaints and demands, gave a long-suffering sigh and then with a growl said, “You are not going anywhere.” She reached out to grab Kristine. Kristine wondered what the other Nursery Knights might have done. Perhaps they had never pissed off a nanny enough to end up in such a situation. Kristine simply avoided the attempt, stepping away, then jumping back. “We’re leaving Tac.” Tac jumped up onto her shoulder. “About time.” “What do you have to complain about?” Kristine asked, sidestepping another attempt by the ogre to grab her. “I’ve had to spend a lot of time close to you, and the ogre bitches threatened to tear my legs off. I have not got a good nights sleep since.” “Oh boo hoo,” Kristine told her, then, growing tired of dodging the ogre, she kicked the nanny’s legs out from under her and then, summoning her mace, tapped her on the side of her head. “Thtay down please.” Wide-eyed, the ogre nodded. Kristine turned away from her and started walking towards the exit. “Why not just teleport away?” “I kind of want to thee what they are going to do.” “That’s stupid.” Kristine did not disagree, but she did not teleport out. She had a feeling the confrontation would happen no matter what, and getting it over with sooner was better. She could see the gate of the Nursery Garden ahead of her. “Where do you think you are going Kristine?” Kristine turned. Behind her stood Colleen. “I’m leaving.” “You can’t.” Colleen almost sounded calm, but there was an undercurrent of panic Kristine detected. "You will be a threat out there. You might kill someone." The guilt card, Kristine thought, but she did not believe it. “I can. That wath the agreement, I could leave whenever I wanted to. Well I want to leave.” “Young lady, come here this minute.” Colleen pointed to the ground in front of her. There was a small part of Kristine that wanted to obey. Just a small part. “Give it up Colleen.” Kristine turned away from her and began walking to the gate. “Incoming,” Tac said into her ear. Kristine spun, lashing out with her mace. Colleen ducked under it, came up her fists raised. Kristine used the butt end of her mace to jab Colleen in the gut. The woman stumbled back, almost fell. She bared her teeth, brow furrowing. “You’ll regret that Kristine.” She straightened, and a whip appeared in her hand. “I’ve never had to use this even once, and I have kind of always wanted the opportunity.” “That is a nice whip,” Tac said. “Do you have the matching riding crop?” “Not a good time Tac.” Colleen flicked her wrist. Kristine shifted to the side, the end of the whip cracking close to her face, the snap like a knife in her ear. “Ow, that’s unpleathant.” Tac jumped off Kristine’s shoulder. “That almost hit me cow.” Kristine did not know if Tac was talking to her or Colleen. Colleen popped the whip’s end close to Kristine’s feet, forcing her to jump around. The cracking hurt her ears, and she supposed there was some kind of magic in there. Gritting her teeth, Kristine stepped in and grabbed the end of the whip out of the air. It hurt like the worse thing she could think of. No, it hurt more than that. It hurt so much she soiled and soaked her diaper. And it was not just the pain. As soon as the whip cut into her palm, her mind was filled with doubts about what she was doing. Guilt for not listening to Colleen. A pathological desire to please her. “Fuck, thith thing could really do a number on thomeone.” Kristine then hauled on the whip and pulled Colleen right into a jab with her mace. The end of the weapon hit Colleen right in the gut, folding her up. She hit the ground, gasping for air and coughing blood. “That’s gonna leave a mark,” Tac said, jumping up on Kristine’s shoulder. “She’s gonna be pissing blood for a week if you ask me.” “Maybe the Duke will like that,” Kristine said as she tossed the whip away and then licked the bloody wound on her hand, licking away the injury as well as the blood. Turning away from the curled up Colleen she continued towards the gate. “Oh Kristine, you really are a challenge.” She had almost reached the gate. She stopped. “Why are you stopping idiot?” Tac asked. She turned. The Duke of Threes was kneeling by Colleen, gently cradling her head and shoulders. “You did not really mean it when you thaid I could leave anytime.” “No, I did not. I had hoped you would realise you belong here.” He lay Colleen down, doing something that seemed to ease her pain. Then he straightened. “And you do belong her here Kristine. Look at you, you silly little girl, standing there in your messy diaper. Come over here and let me dandle you on my knee, we’ll push that mess up all around you.” Kristine came. Damn, she came so hard that her knees shook. The Duke of Threes walked towards her, all white and gold, smiling. “It was not by chance that you were to become a Nursery Knight. You were always destined to be a diaper loving little girl, looking for a daddy to take care of you.” Kristine shook her head but wondered if it was true. Had all her studying and work just been to deny a desire she could never admit? “You might be right,” Kristine said, and her mace dropped until the head rested in the ground. “Maybe I do want a daddy or a mommy.” “Of course you do. Now, do you want your spanking before or after you apologise to Colleen?” He sounded so confident. So smug. Kristine wondered if he would spank her over her messy diaper. She squirmed. Then Kristine sighed and laughed. “Is something funny little girl?” The Duke of Threes demanded. Kristine lifted her mace, so it was pointed at the Duke. She met his gaze. “Maybe I do want a daddy or a mommy, but I can do tho much better than you.” “Really?” Tac asked. “Cause he is like rich and powerful.” “Thut up Tac. I am going to mess up his pretty face.” “Like you mess up your diapers?” Kristine grabbed Tac off her shoulder and tossed the cat away. “Keep him busy enough so I can escape,” Tac yelled as she flew through the air. "I'm too important to die." The Duke reached out, and suddenly he was holding a long, golden sword. It was a sword that looked as if a sunbeam had been caught and forged. It seemed like it could cut a thought in half. She looked at her mace, which was a giant, plastic rattle. “How ith thith even close to fair,” she asked. “You do not want to do this Kristine. I am going to have to hurt you very badly.” Kristine lifted her shoulders. “Thometimes you can settle and Thometimes you got to take the cathe to court.” “What does that mean?” He advanced, cutting figure eights in front of him. Kristine thought she saw the blade cutting the air. Kristine hurled her mace at the Duke. The attack took him by surprise, or maybe it was too fast for him to do anything. The mace crashed into his chest and sent him flying. Kristine held out her hand, and the mace flew back into it. “That wath my opening argument.” The Duke sprung to his feet. His lips were pressed into a thin line and when he moved he lacked some of that effortless grace he had shown before. He snarled, no longer looking beautiful, but terrifying. Kristine was struck by the thought that perfect beauty was very close to perfect hideousness. Moving with the speed of a nightmare he closed on her cutting at her with an overhand strike. Kristine lifted her mace to meet his sword. Their weapons rang out like church bells. They traded blows, strike and counter. She knocked him back a few steps, he cut her across the shoulder. For perhaps twenty seconds they fought, neither able to connect decisively with the other. “You can’t be this strong,” The Duke of Threes said, seeking out a hole in Kristine’s defence. “Yet here we are.” She hit his sword hard enough to give her an opening. She almost caught him on the side of his head, but he lifted his arm and took the blow across it. It sent him flying. his arm bent at an unnatural angle. Well, Kristine assumed it was unnatural. Who was to say in the magical realm? However, from the way he reacted, she suspected his arm did not normally bend back on itself like that. He came to his feet, sword in his good hand, staring across the distance that had opened up between them. Something in his demeanour changed. “If you keep this up I will have to kill you,” he told her. Kristine did not doubt that. She had an idea they were closely matched. “Then kill me,” Kristine said, calling his bluff. Well, she hoped it was a bluff. “You need me. You need to be safe.” “You are taking care of the Nursery Knights, which is good. They seem to like you. I don’t need what you offer.” “You do.” He sounded so sincere, his words so sweet. She wanted to believe him. “You said you were going to kill me. Let’s get on with this,” Kristine took a step towards him. He stood, lowered the point of his sword to the ground. “I will not hurt you. You may leave, as I promised.” It was flagrant and unabashed spin control. As a lawyer, she would have never suggested a client try it. He was acting as if he had not been trying to cripple her less than a minute before. His last attempt to keep active the opportunity that Kristine represented. She had to respect him. The balls on the man. “Thank you for your hothpitality,” Kristine said. “Thay goodbye to the girls for me.” She stepped back through the gate, never taking her eyes off the man. Tac jumped up onto her shoulder. She teleported away. She and Tac appeared in the conference room of Gorgeous’ safe house. If felt as if it had been a hundred years since she had been there. Kristine dismissed her mace and sat in one of the chairs. Her diaper squelched messily under her bottom. Tac was a woman and took a seat across from her. “Well, what did you get out of all that, other than a case of diaper rash.” “The Duke of Thwees is using the Nursery Knights,” Kristine said, then shook her head. “I need to tell Gorgeous, and we should talk about thith in complete privacy.” Tac leaned forward. “Sounds juicy. Tell me.” Kristine shook her head. “No. I’ll talk to Gorgeous and tell you at the same time.” Tac shifted back. “Fine. And you better change your diapers. You stink way worse than usual.” Kristine was about to deny that accusation but paused. There was a rather unpleasant scent in the room, and it was not the smell of dirty diapers she had become inured to during her time in the Nursery Garden. “That’th not me.” “Well, it sure is not me.” Kristine frowned. She got up and left the conference room, looked around. “Smells getting worse,” Tac said. “You sure it isn’t you?” “Thut up,” Kristine said as she started down the stairs to the main floor. “Oh my god,” Kristine said when she saw what was there. “I’m gonna be thick.” She vomited up her breakfast of milk and mush. “Gross,” Tac said. They fled the warehouse, and some blocks away Kristine leaned against a wall of some anonymous building, breathing in deep from her nose and spitting out the vomit that was stuck in her teeth. She summoned her magic bag and pulled a sippy cup out of it. She drank and spat out water to clear her mouth. “Well, I can honestly say your diapers don’t seem to smell so bad now,” Tac old her. “My god, those Redcapth.” She drank and spat again. “Cathar Red was thupposed to recover them.” “I guess between you kicking his ass and then destroying his War Titan he kind of forgot about it.” “Gorgeous, Gwenth, you, why didn’t you do thomething?” “They were busy, and have you met me? Why the hell would I care?” “I killed them all,” Kristine said. “I mean, I had killed a few in the fight, but that wath a fight, this…” “You didn’t kill them. You just left them to die.” “I failed to provide the necethities of life. That’s a white twash crime.” “Listen, Kristine, I know you feel bad,” Tac said as she knelt down to look Kristine in the eyes. “But your whining is annoying me, so stop it. We will just pretend this never happened and put the blame on Gorgeous if this has any negative ramifications, which I doubt it will because no one likes Redcaps, not even other Redcaps. So let’s go.” “You are a fucking bitch Tac,” Kristine said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Tac smiled and scratched Kristine across the face. “You better believe it, little girl.” The Duke of Threes arm still hurt, though it was mostly healed. He sat in his office with Colleen and Tahc standing in front of him. “What in all of Magic’s Name was that? How could a Nursery Knight stand against me like that? She should have been sobbing the moment I drew a weapon. I’ve made armies drop to their knees, and yet some pathetic Magical Girl stood against me. Explain that.” “I am sorry your Grace, I cannot,” Colleen said. Had she still eyes she would have been crying. “I saw that she was strong, but never would have thought that strong. I failed you.” The Duke of Threes felt that was true, but if Colleen killed herself in a fit of guilt and remorse that would not do him any good. “Do not blame yourself, dear Colleen,” he said. He stood and came around his desk, placing a gentle hand on Colleen’s face. “Somehow Gorgeous and the Liaisons tricked us, they are the ones my disapproval is directed at.” Colleen grabbed his hand and kept it pressed against her face. “Thank you, Your Grace.” He gently took his hand away and then looked at Tahc. “You should have known something.” “Me?” Tahc looked shocked, and then added, “I am sorry Your Grace, but…” “But what? You are a specialist. You used to be a Liaison. You should have recognised that Kristine was something different.” “She is a Magical Girl, from a low priority team. There is nothing more to her Your Grace.” “They why did she slap Colleen down as if she were nothing? Why did she fight me on near equal terms? Is there any Magical Girl from the Mundane Realm who should have that much power?” He had been advancing on Tahc as he had asked his questions and she had backed up until her back hit the office door. He grabbed her by her shoulders, winced slightly as the pain in his arm, and then pressed her back hard until she let out a soft mewling sound. “Who could have that much power?” Tahc twisted in his grip, and the said, “Maybe one of the Army Girls.” “The Army Girls? Are you saying that Kristine is one of them?” “No,” Tach pushed herself back as if trying to pass through the door. “She was a Nursery Knight, I am sure of that.” “Then how did a Nursery Knight become so powerful.” “I don’t know,” she cried. “Useless,” The Duke of Threes said as he released her and turned back to his desk. When he took his seat, he looked at the two women. Colleen was still holding her hand to her face as if trying to trap the feeling of his hand, and Tahc was still against the door, trembling. “Colleen, make sure the girls are not concerned by Kristine’s disappearance. I do not want their scheduled disrupted.” “Yes, Your Grace.” She took her hand from her face and dropped into a low curtsey. “And you,” he shifted his attention to Tahc. “Find out where Kristine is and find out what she is and then find out if she has a weakness that I can use against her.” “Yes, Your Grace,” Tahc said, managing a bow. “Now go.” Tahc fled from the room. Colleen lingered. He softened his expression and told her, “Go, Colleen, rest up and take care of the girls, I will need you.” She curtseyed again and then left. At least she was happy. The Duke of Threes turned his chair and looked out the window, out over his realm. “I will not be denied,” he said softly. In a meeting room of the Office of Magic in the Mundane, Gorgeous assured Kristine that they could speak in complete privacy. Kristine looked about the room and then said, “Bwanket Fort of Privacy.” The walls, ceiling and floor were suddenly covered in blankets. They were bright, pastel colours, with juvenile patterns on some. Tac let out a snort and walked towards the sideboard on which were several bottles of alcohol. “Want something to drink Gorgeous.” “I’m working,” Gorgeous said pointedly. “Water is wet, I don’t get the point. Kristine, no baby bottles but do you want something in a big girl glass?” “Go to hell Tac, and whatever ith strong.” “What did you find out?” Gorgeous asked. Kristine sat down in the chair. She had a fresh diaper on, and it rustled cleanly under her. “The Duke of Threes ith having the Nursery Knights make True Gold.” There was a crash. Kristine looked over at Tac and saw she had dropped one of the alcohol bottles. She looked back at Gorgeous who was staring open-mouthed. “Tac, what did she just say?” Gorgeous asked. “That the Duke is making True Gold.” “I don’t suppose we both just had matching strokes?” “We’re not that lucky.” “You didn’t mithhear me. I didn’t mithspeak. The Duke of Threes is having the Nursery Knights thummon, or whatever it is you do, True Gold.” “Create, you create it,” Gorgeous told her. “And if you create it, you get killed horribly when then Eleven find out, which they always do, and that is why no one does it. Ever.” “The Duke of Threes ith.” “Well, that makes this easy.” Tac placed a tumbler filled to the brim with an amber liquid, took a seat next to Kristine, holding two more tumblers. Kristine wanted to ask how she had managed three full glasses, but Tac continued. “We let the Eleven know, and then they kill the Duke of Threes and everyone else, and we wash our hands of this. Kristine goes back to the Mundane Realm, and I get my expense account and go to drink myself to death. Gorgeous, I guess you go back to shoving sticks up your ass, or whatever it is you do.” “Other than the stick part I think I actually agree with you Tac. Fuck, the end times are upon us.” “It’th not going to work like that.” Kristine took the tumbler in both hands and took a drink from it. It burned down her throat, with a sharp aftertaste that made her lick her lips. Tac and Gorgeous looked at her. “It is just like with Derrypiz. He probably never actually told Colleen to have the Nursery Knights make True Gold.” “You are probably right. He might actually be able to survive this.” “So the Eleven kill Colleen and the Nursery Knights and probably Kristine, and I go and drink myself to death, and the Duke of Threes gets revenge on Gorgeous. This still works.” Kristine could not even find it in her to tell Tac to shut up or fuck off. She swallowed a mouthful of the alcohol. “What ith the big deal with True Gold?” “It’s a magically pure substance that is exceedingly difficult to create. Almost no one can actually do it. Those that can are scrutinised, always. Using a team of Magical Girls is a brilliant way to get around it.” “Why do the Eleven even care?” Tac finished her drinks and got up. “True Gold can be used as a reagent in any number of powerful spells, and it can be enchanted into weapons that can shake kingdoms. That is why the Eleven keep such a close eye on it. They are greedy of their power and react strongly to anything that might be a threat to it.” “But what really keeps them up late is the thought that anyone is going to refine it down to its base.” Tac put two bottles on the table and proceeded to refill her glasses and top of Kristine’s drink. “Cause as hard as it is to create it, refining it is piss easy.
 “Refine?” “Its a pure magical substance, but it can be made even more so, by burning away the excess, leaving only perfection behind. It reduces it by a tenth, which is another reason the Eleven watch it so closely. If ever True Gold disappears than someone is up to something,” Gorgeous said. Tac took two big gulps from each of her glasses and the said, “Remember those smugglers you took out, with the armour?” Kristine nodded and took a drink. “That was low-end stuff, stop maybe a big rifle bullet. You make a suit of armour out of refined True Gold, and you could sit on a nuke when it blew up, and you would not even feel it. You make a sword out of it, and you could cut the sun out of the sky.” “Fuck,” Kristine said softly. “Indeed,” Gorgeous said. “Why is the Duke doing this?” “Power grab,” Tac said. “Yes, that would be the way of it.” “Power grab?” Kirstine asked, then finished her drink and held the empty glass out towards Tac. “You’ve heard us talk about the Eleven,” Gorgeous said. “May their names be praised, and they leave me the hell alone.” Tac filled Kristine’s glass. “They are in charge, right?” “They are more than that. They are the Magical Realm, in some ways. Each has power that is difficult to comprehend. If they wanted to, they could just snuff it all out and recreate it.” "Gives you nightmares if you think too much about it,” Tac said, taking a drink. Gorgeous continued. “But one thing to keep in mind was that there was not always Eleven. There was once One.” “What happened?” “For the longest time, according to history, there would be battles, in which the One would either be victorious or would be defeated, and a new One would raise up. Or both would be so weakened another power might raise up and throw both down. But eventually a challenger suggested to the One that they might share power, and the One became the Two.” “And eventually three, four, five until you reached eleven,” Kristine said. “A little more complicated than that, but yes, that is what happened.” “So the Duke wants to become one of the Eleven, or perhaps the twelfth?” “Yes.” “Or he might ally with others of the Eleven to reduce the number, so he becomes one of the ten, or the nine, or the eight.” Tac leaned back in her chair. “He can do that?” “With sufficient True Gold, refined or not, he has a chance.” “Better refined. Want another belt?” Tac waved the half-empty bottle. “Yes please.” “I suppose I will make my report. They will kill the Nursery Knights. They’ll have to.” Gorgeous sighed loudly. “I’ll make sure they know you were not involved.” Kristine thought about kind Mandy, and scrappy Betty, sad Annie, brilliant Fiona, and Vicky’s smile. She thought about them dead. “No,” Kristine said. “No?” Gorgeous asked. “We’re not going to sacrifice the Nursery Knights.” “But….” “We are not going to sacrifice the Nursery Knights.” “You better listen to her Gorgeous. You know she can kick your ass.” “We can’t let the Duke of Threes do this Kristine. Fights between the powers of the Magic Realm, the cause unimaginable suffering that sometimes even bleeds out into the Mundane Realm.” “I’m not saying we don’t keep the Duke from attempting this. But we will protect the Nursery Knights.” Kristine gulped back the rest of her drink and shook her head when Tak offered her a refill. “How do you plan to do that?” Gorgeous asked, sounding doubtful. Kristine smiled. “The Duke is sending all the True Gold into my world.” “That is a good place to hide it.” “So there is no evidence to what the Nursery Knights have been doing.” “For someone who wears a diaper you are pretty clever,” Tac said. “I don’t understand,” Gorgeous said. “The Duke of Threes has a servant called Lotts, can you find out if he has left the Magical Realm yet?” Gorgeous nodded. “As soon as we know he has left, you need to tell whoever needs to know that there are a group of Magical Girls in the Duke of Threes’ care who might be able to create True Gold.” “Which means they will be closely watched from now on,” Tac said and lifted her glass as if a salute. “And as long as they don’t find any True Gold…” “Kristine nodded.” “But he will still have the True Gold, perhaps enough to make an attempt at crashing the Eleven.” Kristine smiled. “I will take care of that.”
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  2. let me start out buy saying that this is my first posted work anywhere so I hope its not to cringe worthy and keep in mind that my writing can be very inconsistent. Warning swear words ahead First Arc “I am Emma” Part 1 Great start Absurd things flashed through my mind, complete blackness, a surgical room, giant sized hands hovering over me, giant faces looking down at me and lastly a giant women's face looking down at me with tears in her eyes, all of this time blurred in my memory until I finally awoke. My eyes crept open to see a room that was partly lit by the morning sun but there was a couple of things off about the room it was huge and everything in it was way oversized then there was large wooden bars In front of me, the large bed and dresser alone were odd, I pushed against the soft thing I was laying on to get a better look at the room “if I didn't know better I would think that I was in a crib for a giant baby but then again there was the large bed but how could that be it's just silly I must be dreaming” I shook my head in the hope of shaking off the dream “nope” I said and went to pinch myself only to notice what I was wearing it was a onsie that I had seen on baby's a hundred times and was that… “am I wearing a diaper” I softly screamed to myself and patted my crotch yep no doubt it was a diaper and I may not be an expert on the subject but I was quite sure it was wet “this is some crazy dream and I am going to wake up now” I said then slapped myself the only thing that happened was the sound of a person being startled awake, I looked over to where the sound came from and I saw a giant sitting in an oversized chair “oh shit” I said clamping my hand over my mouth then it spoke “your awake” my mind was racing “I have seriously got to dreaming a giant is talking to me” I tried slapping myself again, the giant immediately rushed over to my side “please don't hurt yourself little one” my back hit the wall and a light popped on, in the light I could see that the giants face was distinctly feminine “ok I don't think I’m dreaming” I muttered to myself and the face smiled down at me “no little one you aren't dreaming” my heart started racing with my head “where am I if I’m not dreaming?” “I think that's a question for later” and she smiled down at me “Lay back down and we can talk later for now just rest” I definitely looked up at her “no, I want to know where I am” the giant let out a sigh “please little one I promise we will talk more...” “you want to eat me” as soon as the thought ran through my head it escaped my mouth, the giant started laughing “no I have no intentions of eating you” she chuckled and reached out to me, I tried to move really I did but my body just wouldn't respond “don't worry your safe with me” and her hand lifted me up with ease. The giant sat on the chair that she was sleeping on before I finally came to myself and tried wiggling out of the giants grip “please hold still” her hand rested on my chest and held me against her with ease then I did something I later regretted, opening my mouth I bit her hand, having been freed momentarily I jumped out of her lap and crashed to the floor. Part 2 The lay of the land It was the heartbeat I felt first the strong heart beating rapidly against my ear. The crys came next “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry please be alright, please come back to me” then the warm drops fell on my face waking me up again, I pushed at the giant again this time thankfully we were on the ground and I managed to run under the large bed “I’m so sorry” came the giants voice again, the pain returned then and my head felt like it was to going burst “LEAVE ME ALONE” I shouted as I saw her face looking at me “please let me hel…” “JUST LEAVE ME ALONE” I shouted again and the face retreated “please…” “GO” I screamed and I heard the door close “fucking real dream” I held my head trying to ease the pain. After some time I let go of my head and looked at my hands they were wet “are these tears? No the giant is trying to trick me” I looked up as I heard footsteps getting louder and the door opened a crack, something was slid inside and the door closed again “I’ve left some pain medicine for you” the voice was still sobbing I couldn't help myself and peaked my head out and saw a large plastic cup with some purple liquid in the bottom of it “please drink some it will take the pain away” “I’m not falling for it” I shouted back “its poison or something” and the pain returned “I’ll try some first if it makes you feel better” the pounding in my head was making me really want to believe this giant woman “open the door slowly and show me” I called, the door opened again enough for her arm to squeeze through and I could see that she was on her knees, she lifted the cup to her lips and tilted her head back slightly then returned the cup to the floor, another tear started falling down her cheek till she brushed it away “close the door” I said and the door closed again. “This has to be a bad idea” I thought “just try it she had some so it can't be to bad” I shook my head “great now I’m not even of one mind” with one last look around I darted for the cup and dragged it back under the bed. Looking into the cup the liquid had indeed gone down that settled it I picked up the cup and tipped the liquid into my mouth, the moment I first swallowed all the pains of my body eased into the background until it was completely gone “that's some good meds” I murmured to myself “now for the next problem I looked down at my attire and unsnapped the crotch to reveal the white diaper and started pulling at the tapes “what the F they won't move fine then I’ll try...” I pushed down on the waistband trying to take it off that way no dice I couldn't even rip the damn thing “fine that can wait” venturing out again I climbed the sheets onto the bed and over to the window. After ten minutes of pushing, lifting and eventually hitting it the window would not move, I turned around in defeat and scanned the room for something to use but beside the things that I couldn't lift everything was soft and unusable to break the window. After an hour of searching the room and coming up empty I collapsed next to the door with the nice cool wall against my back “damn I’m not getting out of this without going through the giant” I shook my head then shouted “hey giant are you still there?” a moment of silence then “I’m still here and please don't call me giant my name is Rose” came the voice from the other side “good for you giant” I called back “this isn't going very well for our first day” I could hear the sadness in her voice, I sighed to myself and thought about how I bit her “I’m Emma” “for Emily?” she asked “yeah but I prefer Emma” the silence returned “I really am sorry” I couldn't help but shake my head “don't be sorry jumping away from you wasn't the smartest idea on my part… umm... sorry for biting you” “thank you Emma” it was oddly surreal talking to a giant that was on the other side of the wall knowing that she could easily open the door and probably capture me yet she stayed there all this time, my stomach growled then alerting me to how hungry I was, a chuckle came from the other side of the door “I can hear that would you like something to eat?” I laughed “if you have something to eat I wont say no” “ok just stay there I’ll be right back” and I heard footsteps going down what I assumed was a hallway, I looked up at the door handle smiled to myself and shook my head “the giant leaves and I wouldn't even be able to open the damn door” I thought to myself. The footsteps returned “may I open the door?” she asked I immediately got to my feet and walked closer to the bed “ok but slowly” it did, the door slowly opened and I could see Rose’s face “I’m sorry its the best I can do on short notice” she said and a large bowl was pushed through the gap, I looked over at it “is that…” “baby food” she finished “yeah” I just sighed “well now I’m sure you can't fatten me up with that” Rose smiled “don't worry there's plenty of time for that” I snorted with a short laugh but I hadn't known her long enough to know if she was joking or not “eat up” I looked up at her “you first” again she smiled and dipped a finger in the bowl, brought it to her mouth and sucked on it, immediately she began gagging and I was sure that she had done something to it “I am really sorry that is disgusting” I stared at her for a moment more than motioned for her to close the door. The door was closed and I dragged the bowl back to the bed and picked up the plastic spoon it was bigger than I was used to but there was no doubt that it was made for a child “please eat slowly” I don't know why but that comment really dug at my nerves “just because you are larger than me and put me in this stupid get up doesn't mean I’m a baby” I shouted, I looked down at the bowl again and had a small bite it wasn't great but I didn't see why she made that face it was just a bit sweet “I’m sorry litt… er Emma” I groaned “when am I going to wake up” “theres somethings that I should probably tell you while you eat” she told me how I wasnt on earth, I wasn't even in the same dimension that I was born in I wanted to tell her that she was full of it so I did “your full of shit inter dimensional travel is just a thing in books and movies” She chuckled “we are a bit smarter” and she went on to tell me that her race the Amazon’s invented it quite some time ago one of the first things they found was that most of the multiverse was inhabited by Littles in other words me and the other humans though I could somewhat understand why they call us littles, littles were then taken from their worlds and “adopted” by Amazons this was originally done to try and make the littles lives better and to fill then need to care for something that most Amazons had but soon it had become a status symbol to have a Little as a pet in some countries thankfully we were not currently in one, then she told me that it was quickly known that littles even though able to live in their own worlds it turned out that we choked on food easily hence the baby food like I was going to choke of some damn food, our bladders seemed to get worse the longer we stayed in this dimension and here I was hoping that they had just drugged me for a long time explaining waking up in a wet diaper, before taking the last spoon fulls she told me that Amazons didn't have that many children in their world which seemed odd to me since they have that need to care for thing and Littles took that place as their permanent babies, I cracked up laughing when she slid an oversized phone under the door with a picture on one of her friends littles it was a grown woman in a way to childish dress with a diaper clearly poking out underneath then I stopped when my brain caught up she was going to do this to me “no way I am no ones baby apart from my boyfriends we just met last month I have to get back to him he's probably wondering where I am” the last of my words trailed off “Emma what's the last thing you remember?” I thought about it “I was studying for my year twelve midterms I went to sleep and woke up here why?” “curiosity” now that was a lie “this has been a strange way of us meeting” I laughed “I’m surprised that there isn't some parenting book for this” I put as much scorn into the word parenting as I could and I heard her clear her throat “well most Amazons drug there littles at first so the little cant speak or walk” the thought that Amazons drugged littles sent a shiver down my spine but if she wasn't lying then she had done something special for me and look how that turned out “I bet your regretting it now” I said and knocked my head against the wall I had my back against “this is so fucked up” and buried my head in my hands.
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  3. New story by Sophie & Pudding! This one is a little weird, but I think it's a fun read. Similar to our older stuff. Also, the chapters are pretty short so I'll try to keep a good posting schedule. The complete story is up on our Patreon in PDF and ePUB formats. Please consider supporting us! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Piper Belle By: Sophie & Pudding 1.) "So... you're having a dream about a girl named Piper." Arry had been Isaac's best friend all through college, and even now as they were facing down the end of their degrees, the two were still as close as two guys could be. To be fair, they'd had drifting interests over the years, Arry (who's real name was Harrison but treated that fact as a closely guarded secret) was definitely the more social of the pair. Isaac preferring the company of a glass of wine and a good book - he fancied himself a writer and put that above just about everything else in his life, even social engagements. And he was always knee-deep in reading two books and constantly trying to find that one good idea - the spark, he called it - for his own magnum opus. Until then, he was a sometimes-tipsy, quiet and keep to himself kind of guy. Clean, neat and unassuming - the sort you'd imagine people to describe in ten years as an unexpected serial killer. Arry smiled at Isaac like maybe there was a joke to be had, but Isaac stayed stony-eyed. "So tell me about her - about Piper Belle. Is she cute?" "I don't know, man... I guess." I played with the corner of the book in my lap, but I was having trouble concentrating. I'd read the same paragraph four times already. "She's our age - maybe a little younger, actually. She lives on her own." I kind of admired that. Arry and I lived together, but only based on necessity - rent wasn't cheap. "She has friends, kind of distant..." It wouldn't have been a big deal, even with how vivid the dreams were, if they didn't keep happening... "Yeah, well, sounds like a rich girl name so that's not surprising." Not that Arry really expected dreams to make all that much sense, but it was nice when they obeyed basic logic nonetheless. "You know a lot about her from a dream, Isaac." He meant it as an off-handed comment with a little grin, but Isaac looked down at the paper with a flash of guilt in his eyes. "Oh, you've had more than one dream about her, huh? Well shit man. Maybe you just need to get out of here, all these books are messing you up..." "Maybe..." But that wasn't it. I didn't think so, anyway. Maybe I should see a therapist, but I couldn't be sure that would even help. They were just dreams anyway - what did it matter why I was having them? "You're right, you're right. I'm just in my head too much. How about we go out tonight, you and me." "That's the spirit! Rest up, alright? You look exhausted and I wanna have a good night - I'll bring pills and we'll go find you some juicy little pinger to drag you out of your head and into her bed." Arry grinned, piling a few things into his bag. "I gotta head out for a bit - Rita wants to talk about our relationship." The boy rolled his eyes - he and Rita had been on break for like four months now and he was done with her, but she had trouble letting go. "Get some rest." I didn't even finish the chapter of my book - that was a little unheard of. But what was I supposed to do? I couldn't concentrate. I pulled some pajama pants on in place of my jeans and let my head hit the pillow. Maybe it would be better this time - maybe the dreams were just dreams... "Piper! Pipeeeeeeeerrrr." Lucky had tried shaking the girl’s shoulders, tried calling her name and now had needed to resort to pulling the entire comforter off her body, leaving the petite little waif of a girl in her yellow pajamas to curl up and make a very disapproving noise. "It's eight fifteen! The mall opens in less than an hour, gosh, we only get two days of weekend a week and you want to just waste yours laying around in my bed all day!" Her words were playful and childish, the way they tended to be when it was just the two of them. Piper and Lucky (whose birth certificate actually read Lucy but whom didn't understand why Lucy and Lucky were pronounced differently and spent the first six years of her life introducing herself as Lucky) had been born in the same day, in the same hospital, and in-fact had been taken home by one-another’s families for a whole month before the mix-up was sorted out! To say they were best friends was a little bit of an understatement, and this wonderful sunny morning saw Piper staying the previous night at Lucky's in preparation for the weekend. I sat up in bed with a frown, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Lucky watched me with a smile and I felt my cheeks turn red. She'd been giving me weird looks like that all week, since Saturday. I had a secret, a secret I didn't tell anyone about, but Lucky was very good at finding out secrets and fifteen years had been a damn good streak of secret-keeping. She hadn't mentioned anything about it, not yet, but that look... "I hate waking up early..." "Maybe, but I bet you hate missing out on getting that babydoll dress you've been looking at all week because some other Courtney Love fan got there first." Lucky smiled playfully as she bundled her comforter up in her arms and tossed it back on the full size bed, making sure to throw it past the girl. Much to her mother’s chagrin, Piper idolized that look - the super-short babydoll dress in a solid color with black tights and a pair of Martens on her feet. She lacked the grunge credentials of her idol, but she still looked super-cute, owing mostly to her diminutive stature. "I.. I don't have the money anyway..." I bit my lip and looked at the ground. I was always most flustered when I first woke up - I hated that. Especially in a place that wasn't my own, somewhere unfamiliar, even as unfamiliar as even Lucky's place was. I climbed out of bed and stretched, my feet aching on the carpet. I hated getting out of bed... "Since I'm up, I guess we can go…” But the mall didn't open for another 45 minutes. "You want to go like that?" Lucky rolled her eyes with a smile - even for Piper, the childish yellow pajamas were not out-of-the-house wear. A little pastel night-gown, maybe, but that was in style. This wasn't. "Go shower, get changed, do your hair, and then we can go." Which all seemed logical, but lately it seemed as though Piper was struggling with the simple stuff. Showering was boring. I thought about the weird dreams, things I hadn't thought about in a couple days, and decided not to concern myself with things so trivial. It's not like they mean anything. My hair was dry before the rest of me - thank you blow dryers - and then I put myself in yesterday's clothes. I had forgotten to pack an overnight bag. "You said some boy’s name in your sleep last night.” Lucky didn't want to broach the topic too quickly, but it had come up a few times during the night and it wasn't the first time she'd heard Piper mumbling in her sleep. "Some boy named Harry, maybe? If you're crushing on a boy you know the rules, you have to tell me!" They were on the way to the mall as they spoke and Lucky was walking backwards as they talked - it was sort of her thing at the moment. Lucky had a lot of things. "Oh, no... not a boy..." Well, Arry was a boy, wasn't he? But I looked down at my feet. My eyes hurt - I'd stayed up too late playing Super Nintendo. "It's just that guy I keep dreaming about, Isaac or whatever. Arry is his friend, I think. Roommate. Something. I don't know. It's not important." "Arry is a dumb name. It's like he's got a cockney accent or something. Allo, my name is Arry, ave you eard about the orrid news?" With fifteen years of practice, Lucky deftly avoided tripping on the uneven part of the pavement as she walked backwards over it. "You know if you keep having dreams about a boy, people are going to start talking!" ”No one knows about my dreams except you!” I said assertively and the girl smirked. "And you aren't going to be a blabbermouth anyway!" My bossing Lucky around was a little cosmetic - it had very little purpose since she never listened anyway. But it was fun nonetheless. "I might! I could go up to Kassie Serene and I'd be like ‘Hi Kassie!’ and she'd be like ‘Hiya Lucky!’ and then I'd be like ‘Guess what I heard…’ and then she'd do the rest." Lucky would never actually do that, but the blush that crept across Piper's face was reward enough. The mall was predictably busy - the bike-racks were full, though the emptiness of the parking lot made it clear that it was mostly going to be girls around the age of Lucky and Piper who were loitering for a nice find. "See? Look at all the bikes, that's what happens when you oversleep!" "I don't have money anyway!" I said aggressively and Lucky stuck out her tongue. Since my mom didn't like how I dressed, I had significantly less allowance. She'd take some of it as "a fee for the movies last week" or "you didn't do all your chores". But we both knew what it really was. "Well it's someone's fifteenth next week and someone's best friend might want to get something cute for a certain someone." Lucky didn't have a lot of money herself, but she did have a part time job (very part time, really, she only worked one night a week at a cafe) and that meant she had some money of her own that she could do with as she pleased. "Oh don't waste that kind of money on me... that designer stuff is so overpriced." Though there really wasn't much else you could do in the way of buying clothes in that style. It was either overpriced or nothing... "Yeah but what price can you put on lookin' as cute as you do, Piper?" Lucky liked to drop semi-flirtatious comments like that and she winked as they walked through the doors to the mall. Lucky turned around to walk forward. "I saw this one dress that you're going to, like, totally freaking adore, but you gotta try it on first." Lookin' as good as Piper did have a price though - about 26 hours of work Lucky’s meager wage! - but this was important to her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for reading! Like & Comment!
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  4. Repost. One of my older stories. I wrote this before I wrote Bad Seed. It was originally posted back in 2013. ? Yikes. Where does the time go? Well, hopefully in all the time that's passed, my writing has improved. TRICKY TREATS by Cute Kitten Kaoru squirmed in her carseat, stretching her cramped muscles with what little wiggle room the dip of the seat and the harness restraint allowed. She pressed against the thick pink cushions of the over sized infant carrier, her diaper crinkling. As much as she loved her carseat, she'd been in it for hours. Her mate, Danny, had decided to drive straight through, stopping only for gas, to feed or change her, or for the occasional piss at the side of the road. She had slept most of the way up north through the night. Mate was a funny word, but given what Danny was, it was suitable. It was the correct term, according to him. Kaoru just called him her boyfriend, but their relationship was deeper than that, more like soul mates from a fairly tale. The term married couple could have applied to them, but that didn't really fit right, either. Mate sounded just as funny to her as boyfriend or husband did to Daniel. Mate was a strange word, but then Danny's true nature aside, they were a strange couple, she supposed. She enjoyed playing baby. It helped her cope with her past and her insecurities. As for Daniel, well, he was not human at all. An oversized infant carrier was just as strange and unbelievable as Danny's true nature was. It had been a gift sent from Auntie Hester, who over the phone had told them in jest that making a car seat that size was as easy as bippity boppity boo. Karou settled back down, staring out the window at the crisp colors of autumn leaves in the early morning sun. Her gaze shifted from the trees to her reflection. Staring back at her was what looked to be a petite preteen girl, half white and half Japanese, or Halfu as she'd been called back in her home country- half Japanese and half gaijin, dressed in a pink, oversized infant sleeper with attached mittens and booties and evident bulge of a ridiculously thick diaper. The sleeper had Disney Princess print. The pink and purple pacifier she sucked on and the Cinderella bib around her neck completed the ensemble. She scrunched her pert little nose up at her reflection. She didn't like how her eyes looked without her usual gyaru style makeup that made her eyes look poppingly big, almost like a Shojo anime character or a doll. Danny assured her she looked beyond adorable either way. The no makeup rule when playing baby was the only part of it she didn't like. Without makeup, she looked even younger than the preteen or young teen she was usually mistaken for. Over here in America, people always thought she was around fourteen or fifteen with makeup and ten or twelve without it. Her actual age was eighteen. She wondered if she ever got the chance to go back to her home country what age people would assume she was. Her actual gender was more tricky. She had been born a male, and had physically been a male for few years of her life. As a toddler, she had been drawn to girly things and had always felt like a girl inside, even when her mom and maternal grandparents insisted she was a boy. That came to a head when her mother's yakuza thug of a boyfriend, after a drinking binge one day, snatched Kaoru by her hair, sliced her dress off with a knife, slicing into her skin in the process, then began to butcher- The memory suddenly vanished, blanking from her mind as if sucked up by a vacuum cleaner. Kaoru gasped, almond eyes wide and pacifier tumbling from her lips. Her pulse sped and she grabbed onto Miss Mopsy, hugging her beloved plush bunny tight. "Pumpkin, you okay?" Kaoru looked up into a pair of concerned blue eyes visible in the rearview mirror as Danny checked on her from the driver's seat. She forced a weak smile that he didn't buy. "J-just a-a bad memory but it....feels more like a bad day dream. It disappeared in the middle-" She trailed off into a low mumble but he could still hear her heavily accented English. Her face showed her confusion. That memory was real, had happened, but it was already gone from her mind, wiped away like the early morning mists. Remnants lingered like ghosts, but even they were fading. Danny's eyes softened with a touch of sadness, sorry that his baby girl's past still hurt her. "Auntie Hester said the effects of the potion she sent will increase with each dose. It will take some time, but soon you'll forget those memories forever." Hester was a very good friend of Daniel's; they considered each other siblings even though they were not related by blood at all. Or marriage. Neither was Hester Kaoru's aunt or any relation at all, but she insisted Kaoru call her Auntie, and Karou seemed to enjoy it as well. Kaoru's smile grew slightly more steady. There were things in her past she did not want to remember. Therapy and medication hadn't helped her cope much, and the scars on her body were reminder enough. Danny's sister had sent Kaoru a special potion she'd brewed, and dose by dose it was gradually erasing the painful things Kaoru dearly wished to forget, misting over the scars of her heart and mind.
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  5. Chapter 1 I hate women. They always complain about their big boobs like it's a curse, and fat hips as though they are somehow an aberration. They complain because of those damn super models that are eight feet tall, who've been starving themselves since adolescence so they can fit a size zero dress. Women think that's the standard, then look down at me with jealous eyes because I can do the same. I can do it because I'm a skinny four-foot-nine at thirty years old. I'm not going to get any bigger even though there's twelve year olds taller than me. And that have bigger boobs. I don't have breasts, I have the underdeveloped, underexercised chest of a ten year old boy. I don't need to wear bras which is a good thing since few designers make adult bras in 30/AAA. And it's a good day for me if I can find panties in adult small that fit me since my hips stopped growing after the age of eight. But grown women stare longingly at me wishing that they could have my figure, if not my height. They can have it. They can have the rejection at bars and night-clubs because they think my ID is fake. Or the long-term crushes that never pan out because "You're just like my little sister." And especially the creeps that are attracted to me because of my "youthful" appearance. I'm sorry to rant, but I've been dealing with this all my life. I've always had to make up for my height. I was a tomboy as a kid, which led to me also being, "just like the guys," There were other girls like me, but they eventually all sprouted. When they did, the guys all took notice and left me in the dust. My life as a little sister or one of the guys. So if I couldn't get by that way, I was determined to get by on my own. I worked my butt off at university. I got hired out of college, and I'm now a mid-level exec at a multi-national. I thought life would get easier at some point, but it hasn't; the work just changed. I could be higher up the food chain, but at a certain point they want you to sell your soul. Not literally, but they want you to put profit before all else. I understand that, but I also can't stop seeing people in the names on the rosters I oversee. So I have to work that much harder and watch more cutthroat people pass above me. I think the stress was starting to get to me which is why my friend Laura made a suggestion. I met Laura at a pilates class at my gym. She was older than me, a mother of three, had a lovely husband. All the things a good girl wants. She had started out in psychology, and I mean that she became a doctor. Almost had her own practice, but then she got pregnant. Her husband was making enough to take care of them both, so she stopped to take care of her kids. I admired that. She worked her butt off, but knew how to prioritize and go after her goals. After so many times of hearing my usual rants about work or my body or men, or all the myriad things that I complained about I think she decided that I was to be her next project. So she made her suggestion. "Regression Therapy." She told me. "I studied it extensively in university; even wrote my thesis on it. I never got to practice it clinically, but a number of years ago I suggested it to a friend of mine who was very stressed out, and she found it really helpful." "I don't know if I really need therapy." Was my go to answer to this kind of conversation. "Most folks under stress don't like to admit that they are. Often they are so used to it that they don't realize that it isn't normal. It has become their normal, but they don't understand that it could be better. You haven't been happy for some time despite your success. I would like to help you figure out why." We'd had similar conversations about help and stress before, but I think for the first time I was really listening to her. It had been a particularly bad day, so maybe I was just more receptive to the idea of support. I asked her about this therapy she'd mentioned. "What the subject does is spend a period of time acting like a child. She gives up a lot of grown-up responsibilities, but also endures a lot of the arbitrary rules that kids have to deal with." "What, like I get to run around screaming and painting walls?" "Not necessarily. Part of the process is taking the subject back to an age where they felt comfortable. Some go to their teens, some go all the way back to babyhood. Or somewhere in between." "I don't see the point of it." "Well it works in two main ways. First, the subject gets to leave behind all of the stresses that they are dealing with currently. It's all on hold, and for the therapy she doesn't have to worry at all about her responsibilities. The other part is that the subject realizes what all that responsibility earns them. You get to remember what you yearned for when you were a child. It helps you to remember why it's all worthwhile." "Seems a little hokey to me." "To some it is. Some forms of therapy just aren't for some people. But I've met a number of people who felt it completely reset their life expectations. There are other, more complex benefits depending on the issues that some people have. Often the experience brings up old forgotten memories that have been bothering them but they weren't really aware of it. They can bring up the memories, and often re-live the experience but can make better choices because despite being placed into a childlike state, they are still adults that can make better informed decisions." "This worked for your friend?" "Oh yes. She got married a year or so ago out east. I think it brought us closer together as well since I stood in as her mother." "You took care of her even though you aren't really practicing?" She blushed a bit at the question. "It was kind of a freebie, since she didn't really have the money for it. But while it wasn't exactly ethical to do it without a license, I'm still a trained psychologist, and I feel that my home environment provides a better surrogate than a facility. Much of it is about immersion." We discussed it further, but I wasn't really sure I wanted to do it. At that moment I'd already worked off quite a bit of stress just ranting at her. I was grateful that she was so patient with me. I still wasn't sure that I needed any real professional help. But then I had the bad week. Two weeks earlier I'd given Brenda, one of the secretaries a project. It was a whole pile of information, along with instructions to put it together in a proposal I'd be making to my boss's boss Dan Carmichael. She had two weeks to put it together, and when she gave it to me two days before the presentation, it was shit. She hadn't paid any attention to my instructions, nor did she include a lot of the information that I'd sent her throughout the two weeks she was supposed to be working on it. I was so angry that I berated her in front of the staff. In hindsight that was not a good idea, but I was just so angry. The next day Chet from HR called me. I fucking hate Chet. Brenda had complained, and Chet wanted us to meet to "work out or differences." My response to that was, "Sorry Chet, but I'm too busy starting from scratch the job that is due tomorrow that Brenda had two weeks to work on!" I slammed the phone in case he was confused as to my mood. The worst part came the next day after I'd worked, and slept in my office trying to get the proposal ready. So the big meeting came and there were four proposals that Dan was looking at. Only three of us showed up to present. The others were okay, but by comparison I rocked mine. I'd been living in the information for months now, especially the last two days, but Dan didn't even ask any questions. This was because halfway through my presentation the fourth presenter showed up, that prick Taylor. He interrupted me to ask Dan if they were still on for golf this weekend. Then he made the worst presentation of the bunch. But as soon as he was done, Dan congratulated him and told us he was going with Taylor's idea. He'd chosen before the meeting, probably while golfing. This whole horrible week had been unnecessary. I returned to my office and slammed the door. Chet called again, but I told him that now was not the time. I called Laura. Chapter 2 I finished my third coffee waiting for Laura to arrive. It was the first day of my vacation but I always need the caffein to get started in the morning even on weekends. It was several weeks since "The Bad Week" so I'd calmed down since then. My thoughts were drifting towards maybe this therapy thing isn't all really necessary. I could still enjoy a week off and not pretend to be a kid the whole time. Laura had explained that she would come pick me up on the morning of the beginning of my vacation and bring me a change of clothes. I'd kind of glossed over all the details up to now since I was being so half-hearted about it. But I was supposed to leave here with whatever clothes she brought me, and a single key to my apartment that I would give to her. When my time is up she'll bring me back to re-introduce me to my life. I was getting nervous because now that I though about it, the whole experience was starting to feel scary. So when the knock came at the door I decided to call the whole thing off and apologize to her for bringing her out of her way. "You don't get to make that decision." She replied to my apology. Standing in the hall she pushed her way past me carrying a paper bag. "You are an adult, dear, and you made a decision. You've made arrangements toward that decision, and so have others. You can't go back on it now." The door led to the living room where she set down the bag. "But it's fine Laura, I'll still enjoy my vacation." "But you won't feel better, and you will have made things worse. Now come over here." She said in a tone reserved for her children. I went, but I hadn't changed my mind. I tried to explain but she put a finger to my lips. "Arms up." she ordered, taking hold of the bottom of my cami. I pulled away, but she held firm. "I've seen plenty of naked girls in my time, dear. We have to get you changed." Once again in her stern mothers voice. Her tone then softened, "At least see how you look in what I brought." Sighing, I indulged her. Putting up my arms she whipped the cotton cami over my head. I felt a sudden shyness as I realized my nudity. She just smirked "There's no need to be shy, dear." She then grasped my sweatpants and pulled them down. I realized that she'd got my panties in with the pants, and modesty overcame my indulgence. She ignored my attempts to cover my self, fending off my hands, "C'mon, Honey step out of the pants." I calmed myself and did as I was told. "I told you to shave yourself before today." She looked at me sternly. "Oh…Right." I'd forgotten, "Look, see I just don't want-" "No, young lady you march right into the bathroom and you do as you're told!" She pointed me at the guest bath and marched me right in with a soft swat to the butt. "Go on!" She added as she turned to the linen closet to find a towel. She followed me into the bathroom and saw that I wasn't moving toward the shower, she crossed her arms and tapped her foot. I began to realize just how much she towered over me. "Do you need me to do it for you?" Having three kids seems to have given her lots of practice with that withering glare. "No, I'll take care of it." I muttered as I turned the shower on. She still didn't leave until I was under the hot spray. It's been a while since I'd done any "yardwork" down there. Not since I stopped dating to focus on school ten years ago. So it took me a while to finish. Partly because I'd had to ask Laura to get me my shaving supplies. Quite honestly this was the first time I'd showered in the guest bath. It felt like I was in someone else's house. Once finished I turned off the water and quickly dried myself. I found myself slowing the process trying to avoid going back to the living room. I tied the towel around my chest. Thankfully she supplied a second towel for my hair which I neatly wrapped. I stood in the mirror trying not to see myself as an adolescent, but as always, when just wearing towels I look like a kid at her mother's vanity. There was a knock at the door. I turned to tell her I'd be out in a minute, but I jumped when she just opened the door and walked right in. "Ah good, you're all ready. Come here." She took my hand guiding me back to the living room. Once situated next to the couch, she pulled out what looked like a fresh package of children's panties. I grimaced seeing Disney Princesses all over the pair that she held out for me. I tried to take them, but Laura avoided my grasp. "No, no, step into them, please." I tried to give her a withering look like I would one of my staff, but she just watched me patiently. Finally I stepped into the underwear which she pulled up my legs. She pulled off the towel and finished adjusting the underwear to her liking. I just waited arms crossed over my embarrassing chest while she pulled something else out from the bag. I didn't look at it, I was just glowering at the idea that children's panties still fit me. "Arms up," she said again, bright pink cloth, bunched up in her hands hovered over my head. I really didn't like the way this was going. She pulled the child's dress around the towel, and down over my head. She smoothed the skirt down my legs until it came to my knees. Just looking at the Print of the Sleeping Beauty on my chest made my face go flush. "I'm not wearing this." I told her flatly. "But I'm not even done yet." She said dismissively. "Here put these on." She handed me a pair of pink tights. I took them like I would a dead frog but she didn't notice my reaction as she got up to grab something. I waited a moment while I heard her rummaging, but decided to finish the childish ensemble and pull on the tights. Laura returned with a brush and set me on the floor before the couch. She pulled off the towel and started playing with my hair. Ignoring the clothes for a moment things started to feel much better. It had been a while since I last got my hair done. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of my hair being pampered. With a pat on my shoulders Laura announced that she was finished. "Now go look at yourself in the mirror," She encouraged me. I walked over to the full length mirror in the guest bath. But before I saw myself I had a brief moment of vertigo. There was a strange girl in my bathroom. Except that she was in the mirror. In one sense I knew that the girl was me, but my brain took a while to make the connection. My first reaction was to scream. Or to pout. But also to throw something. Or rip the clothes off. Possibly break the mirror. Emotions were a jumble. I settled on crying. I made a very pretty ten year old girl. The pink princess dress was flattering to a little girl, and the pig-tails bound with purple ribbon in my light brown hair enhanced my juvenile features. How could I really be an adult if I look like some damn kid? How could anyone take me seriously? No wonder they promote people over me. No wonder my bosses don't listen, and my staff don't pay attention. How can I get any respect? Arms engulfed me, "Oh sweetheart, it's okay." I just started bawling I turned from the mirror and buried my face in her blouse. I heaved sobs into her for a while until the emotions abated. When I'd calmed down she asked me what was wrong. "I look horrible." I said pulling away from her. She cleared the hair from my damp face, "Oh, you look beautiful." She looked me right in the eyes. "I understand, but this is the whole point of your vacation. I didn't say that it would be easy. And now that you've faced it, don't you feel better?" I wanted to protest, but now that my eyes had cleared I did feel better. And maybe this whole kid thing wouldn't be so bad. It was nice to have a shoulder to cry on. I nodded. "Good." She kissed my forehead. "We don't like to say this, but for therapy to work, it has to hurt sometimes." "Now there's just your shoes in the bag. Once you have those on we'll go." I hugged Laura once more then returned to the couch. The shoes were pink mary janes that matched the outfit. They didn't seem so objectionable as the rest of the outfit had, but then my attitude had changed. I pulled them on and grabbed my purse. "No dear, did you forget what I told you?" I looked about me trying to figure out what I'd forgotten. "Your purse?" "Oh right." I put my purse back on the table. I pulled out my keys pulling the one for the front door off the ring. It felt strange handing it to her. I looked back at my purse as Laura shuffled me toward the door. It's funny to think that there is so much of our lives that we carry in our pockets. I felt naked leaving my house without any of it. From now on I would be, could only be what people perceived me to be. Before she opened the door, she turned to me, "Remember also, in case you forgot. From now on you call me Mommy. To you that is who I am until we get back here." This I did remember, but I hadn't thought she would be serious. Then again this whole morning had been a lesson in how serious she was. "Yes Mommy." I replied. That felt weird too. The door opened, and I preceded her into the hall of the apartment building. Laura pulled the door closed behind her before locking it. The bolt flicked shut with a heavy clunk, and the key disappeared into her purse. Apprehension filled me once more as I realized that I was now locked out of my whole life. Chapter 3 I followed Laura out to her car. I didn't recognize it at first since I usually see her driving the sedan. But today she was driving the family car, a giant, black SUV. She said that it was great to haul all the kids to where they need to go, plus supplies and groceries despite the poor gas-mileage. I heard the doors unlock, and I made my way to the passenger-side door, "Uh sweetie?" I heard her behind me. Turning around I saw that she had the backseat door open a crack. "Little girls have to sit in the back." I made an exaggerated sigh, "But Laura-" "No buts young lady. It's safer, and it's the rules." She tapped her foot. "Fine." I replied sullenly. She opened the door wide, and I hopped up- well, tried to hop up. Did I mention that I'm short? Laura boosted me up into the vehicle, and right in front of me was a child's safety seat. I tried to move around the bulky thing to get to the other side. "No, dear you sit in the seat." "Laura-" "That's twice you've forgotten the rules." "Wha- Oh, sorry, M-Mommy." "Good girl, now get in the seat." She repeated lifting the harness so I could fit my head under it. I felt objections bubbling up in me, but her simple insistence that the world was her way had so far had been unshaken by my objections. So I sat down trying to be uncomfortable, and oversized for the seat. My worldview simply insisted that the seat was built for a child and therefore I couldn't fit inside it. But as I sank into its cushioned embrace, she brought the harness down to buckle in my crotch. I had to face the stunning reality that maybe I'm even more childish than I really thought. She closed the door, time seemed to stretch as she walked to the drivers side. Once situated herself, and buckled in, she turned back to look at me, "All comfy back there?" Her hand caressed my knee. I just glowered at her. Maybe I had to accept that I could fit in a child seat, but didn't have to like it. As she drove we chatted for a bit, but with her focus on the road, and my position in back it made the conversation feel forced. So I sat back in silence and watched the scenery go by. We hit a bump. Not uncommon since there was a lot of road construction on this part of town. Another bump- That was weird. Knowing this stretch of road, I realized a double bump was coming. Bubump! Oh my god! I didn't know whether to feel outraged or humiliated. Every time the car hit a bump the crotch of the seat hit me in the, well crotch. And it felt- Well it hurt, but it also didn't. I mean to say that, well, it… Okay it felt good. But more in the way that I realized that I hadn't had any external stimulation in years. Well nothing that wasn't- uh, by my own hand. Slam! "Stupid lady! Get off the damn cell phone!" Laura had hit the brakes as another car veered into our lane. Whew! I had to get a hold of myself. Oh shit, I just realized that they were repaving this section of road. The car started to buck and leap. I tried to focus on other things, but then I realized that you know what? I'm in my own little world back here. She's got that terrible song turned up on the radio, who will notice? So I relaxed myself into the hump that held the buckle between my legs. The vibrations of the car transmitted movement through the chair into my body and against the seat. I closed my eyes focusing just on the sensations. It was like I imagine what it felt like on those old latenight softcore shows where they would hump each other but not actually have sex. Except that I was balanced on the edge of a dull pinnacle, each vibration from the ground transmitted right to my- Kathunk! The unpaved section had ended. Okay, yes, I was disappointed. Still, I could get used to riding like this. First we stopped at the gas station, where before she got out Laura gave me an odd look before filling up the car. Then she picked up her dry cleaning. When she stopped off at the post office, I was really getting bored of the car ride. I also noticed the growing need to use the bathroom, the curse of the coffee addict. Being a small person means that everything is smaller. Once I notice things down there getting urgent, I can't hold it for much longer after that. That's another thing that full-sized women can have, they want this body so damn much! "So are we going- uh, home now?" I asked when Laura pulled her door open. "Just a few more errands to run, then yes we'll be going home." More errands? That wouldn't end well, I thought as she pulled the car into traffic. "Laura-" "Ahem." She glared at me through the rearview mirror. "What? Laura-" "Ahem!" "Look this isn't the time for silly rules, Laura, I have-" She jerked the wheel around, and pulled the car to the side of the road. "I have all the time in the world, young lady. You do have to follow my rules. If you don't want to follow them you can get a spanking. Understand that I have no problem with you breaking rules, the person that will have problems is you. Is that clear?" I had no words to give back to her. Given how much control she suddenly had of my life, I whole-heartedly believed her. "Well?" She demanded. "Yes." I replied sullenly. "Yes what?" "Yes, M-mommy." She gave me a pat on the knee and a smile. "Good girl." She turned back forward and got the car moving again. Totally cowed I huddled in my carseat. I pouted for a bit, but the urgent need to pee overcame me. Still, there was a rebellious part of me that didn't want to acknowledge her superiority. Which is why I still sat in the car while she did something at the bank. But after that urgency won out. "M-mommy?" She smiled at me through the rear-view mirror, "Yes, dear?" "I need to go to the bathroom." Oh god that sounded so childish. "We'll be home in just a bit, dear. Also, you will call it potty from now on." She's goading me. She had to be. I had to stop myself from saying, "The hell I will!" She pulled into the hallmark store. I tried to unlock the catch on my carseat, but I couldn't find the damn thing. I was really getting desperate. I'd hoped I could get out and back without her noticing, but I was reduced to clawing and pulling at the buckle trying to release it. Laura finally came back and got us moving again. "Mommy I really need to go!" I said through gritted teeth. "Go where, dear?" I glared at her through the mirror hoping she could feel the daggers of thought I threw at her. "The potty, dammit the potty!" I finally yelled. "Not with that language you won't." My jaw dropped, if she was this much of a bitch to her own children- "Please! I can't hold it." I begged. But she still waited for the proper words. "Please let me go to the potty." "Okay dear, we're at the drugstore now, you can come in with me." She got out, her walk around the car seemed to take forever. "See how easy things can be if you just ask nicely." She said after opening my door. I didn't see how she released the catch, but I was too focused on getting to the bathroom. Once the harness was over my head I tried to push past her, but her hand kept me stuck in the seat until she pulled me up by the armpits. She pulled me out of the car before setting me with a rough jolt on the pavement. A jolt was the last thing I needed at that moment. I felt wetness filling my panties. And once it started I couldn't hold it back. Pee ran down my leg creating a dark stain on the concrete below me that quickly spread. "Oh my god!" She cried before grabbing my hand and roughly jerking me into the store. I was so embarrassed. I'd pissed myself like some kid, and now the whole store would see me. I tried to hide my face, but her firm grip held one of my hands. "Where is your bathroom?" Laura demanded from a clerk. He looked at her, then down at me. "In the back to the right." He pointed. "Did you hear that?" She jerked me back to facing her. "You go back there to the potty and you wait there, you understand?" Her furious expression cowed me into just nodding before she pushed me toward the back as she hurried off in a different direction. I hurried to the bathroom my shoes squeeking wetly on the linoleum, avoiding other people's faces, praying that they only saw a little girl, and not an adult pretending. Somehow them knowing I'm an adult would make this worse. The fact that I am did make it worse. I entered the bathroom, and locked the door. I pulled off the tights and panties, and tried to wash them in the sink. I put the shoes back on since this bathroom didn't look all that clean. Looking in the mirror I realized that the dress was ruined too. That's when I started crying. Twice in one day. Not only did I look like a kid, but now I was acting like one. No, not acting. I was trying to act like an adult, but this childish body kept screwing me up at every turn. The handle jiggled, then a knock came at the door. I let Laura in. She had some bags in her hand which she set on the toilet after lowering the seat. "Let's get that dress off you, lift your arms." With a deft pull she had me naked in a public bathroom. Which I realized she hadn't locked. She damped some towels and started scrubbing my legs roughly. "You're going to have a bath when we get home." She muttered. When she was done, she went to her bags pulling out a cheap undershirt. "Arms up." She ordered as she bunched the fabric in her hands. Once again she pulled clothing over my head, I put my hands down feeling a little bit better. But I was soon dismayed when she returned from her bags again this time with what looked like a diaper. She paused, considering the diaper for a second she looked down at me with her mouth a tight thin line. "I hope, for your sake you're not just doing this to act out some fantasy." She looked at me sternly. "Excuse me?" Her accusation stunned me. "I know all about infantilism, and all that stuff, and this better not be some scheme you're trying to pull to get your jollies at my expense. I will make your time with me very difficult if that's the case." "Where do you get off-" "In private, missy! I saw you in the carseat humping it like some slut. And then you wet yourself so as to get put back in diapers? That's two strikes against you. But I'm willing to forgive it if this is actually happenstance. I do consider that I could be wrong. But with both happening so soon, I'm not so sure. That's why I'm warning you right now you won't be taking advantage of me for any of that." She pulled open the pull-up for me to step into, Cinderella staring out from the front of it. I really didn't know what to do at that point. I tried to review my options, but I just wanted to be back in my apartment. "Look, Laura why don't we just call this off. It's obviously a mistake. Just take-" I suddenly found myself over her knees as she sat on the toilet, the bags shoved to the floor. The loud crack of her hand smacking my butt echoed through the bathroom. I cried out for the pain. She spanked me again, harder. I tried to cover myself, but her hands pulled my arms away somehow locking them both in her grip. Another slap echoed through the room. "How many was that?" She demanded. I sniffled and sobbed in response. Smack! "How many?" "Three!" I cried, "It was three!" "Wrong! Start over, count each one." Smack! "One!" Smack! "Two!" Smack! "Three!" Smack! "Four!" Smack! "Five!" Smack! "Six!" "So how many?" "Six!" I replied through my sobs. "For each time you broke the rules." Smack! I cried in surprise. "And that was for using a bad word." She pulled me back up and set me on my feet. "Now are you going to be a bad girl?" "No." I replied through the tears. "No what?" "No, Mommy." She lifted me off her lap, and set me down. I just stood there wiping my eyes as she held the diaper out for me to step into. I did so carefully so as not to get the soiled shoes on the diaper. It was a pull-up style which she promptly lifted up my thighs until they were snug over my hips. "There you go. Now grab those dirty clothes from the sink and put them in this bag." I quickly did as I was told, ignoring the snot nosed brat staring back at me from the mirror. Once the bag was tied she handed it to me along with the bag that held the Goodnights package. She then opened the bathroom door. Exposing me to the store in just an undershirt and a diaper. "L- uh, Mommy, I can't go out there like this..." "Sweetie,” She said loudly from outside the bathroom, “I don't have anything else for you to wear. You soiled your clothes, so you're going to have to wait until we get home to get changed." She held her hand out, beckoning for me to grab it. I did so, and she pulled me close to her. I felt like a three year old. I stuck right by her side, trying to hide my face any time someone passed close by. But we didn't leave. She pulled me to a stop at the end of the line for the prescriptions. We stood in the middle of the store where anyone could see me. "M-Mommy?" I pleaded in a whisper. "Can I please just wait in the car?" "No. Right now I don't think I can trust you to be alone in the car. So you just wait right here until we're finished. If you'd behave like a big girl then you wouldn't be here." So we waited, and the line, as they always seem to didn't move. I stood with my head down hoping that somehow I'd turned invisible. I surreptitiously looked to see if anyone was looking at me. And to my surprise people did. That wasn't the surprise. I was expecting people to be staring at me trying to guess if I was an adult or an overgrown child. But it seemed that they'd already labeled me as a child. What they would do is look at me, then at Laura, or as they saw her, my mother. Some would glare, others would nod in sympathy. I even started to hear snippets of conversation about bad parenting. I realized in that moment that I hadn't just taken the role of child, but she'd also taken the role of parent. In doing so I became her daughter, and my actions reflect on her as a parent. I may look ridiculous right now, but that's the nature of children. It's the parents who are blamed for how the child looks. It's the parents who are blamed for the child's behavior. Like it or not, Laura took on a heavy burden when she decided to help me this way. We finally made it to the front of the line, and even though they had the prescription right there, they took their sweet time fetching it and have her pay for it. But finally we got to leave. Once back to the car I let her boost me to the car seat without complaint. I sat down and let her buckle me in quietly. When she got the car running I decided to apologize. "Mommy?" She turned to me, "Yes, dear?" "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused." She smiled. "I understand, Honey. This takes a bit of getting used to. It's much of what the first day is all about." She gave my knee a squeeze. "Let's get you home, and cleaned up." Chapter 4 She got the car moving, and once again I was trying not to pay attention to the bumps in the road. This time, though the diaper cushioned the seat so that the ride didn't hurt at all. That didn't stop the interesting sensations. Thankfully it was a short ride, but it did seem long. Finally home Laura pulled into the garage. She turned to me once she'd parked, "Remember, Paul knows what's going on, but the kids don't so as far as they're concerned, you're just a little girl that will be staying with us." "Right." I replied. Laura pulled me out, and I followed her into the kitchen. I became self-conscious of my lack of clothes when I saw that her daughter Kathy was already there finishing off a soda can. "Hey, Mom." the leggy eighteen year old said when she saw us. "Dad's been trying to get a hold of you." "I didn't get anything on my phone." She replied as she rummaged through her purse. "Oh, it's turned off, What did he want?" "You're supposed to meet him for the firm's client meet and greet." "That's next weekend- or wait. Oh shoot!" She glanced down at me still holding the bag of supplies that we'd picked up at the drugstore. "This is my friends daughter that I told you about. I have to go get ready, do you mind giving her a bath, she had an accident." "I'm actually about to go out. Get Mandy to do it, she's still grounded anyway." Laura made a dubious glance up at the ceiling before leaving the kitchen. I heard her call up the stairs. Alone with Kathy for the moment I just clutched the package not knowing what else to do. The silence was becoming oppressive. "Mandy, I need you for a minute!" Laura called again much louder. There was a sudden stomping from above us that trailed to the stairs before very deliberately stomping down them. I could hear Laura speaking to her, their voices getting louder as they came to the door. "-So I need you to babysit while I'm with your father." Laura said coming into the kitchen. "You don't have to do anythings special, just give her a bath, and some lunch. There's a chance we'll be late, so you might have to make her some dinner too." Both women looked at me as they entered. "Oh Honey, you can just put those on the chair." She said motioning to the pack of diapers. I put it where she indicated, feeling everyone's eyes as I did so. "If you do well I might even end your grounding early. Deal?" Laura continued. Mandy glared at me, the sixteen-year-old looking sour. She was dressed all emo/punky with platinum blond hair with bright purple at the ends. "Alright Mom, I'll take care of her." "Oh thank you! Now I've got to hurry the thing only starts in a little bit." Laura hurried off. I realized that I'm now a kid to these people, but how was I supposed to act? Mandy seemed to soften a bit as she held out her hand to me. "Cmon kiddo, Mom says you had an accident." I nodded before taking her hand. "Oh let's get those shoes off, Mom hates shoes on her carpet." Deliberately I sat on the floor to pull the shoes off. I was doing so in a very exaggerated juvenile manner, bending over, roughly pulling them off before tossing them aside. I didn't want these girls to think I wasn't really a little girl. I mean how weird would it make me look to be found pretending. After that I followed Mandy up to the bath on the second floor. As Mandy started the bath running Laura poked her head through the door. "Mandy, I've put her clothes in the Sarah's old bedroom, just grab what you need from there." She nodded to her mother who darted back to what she as doing. "You- arms up." She ordered. I did as I was told and the undershirt lifted back over my head. She pulled down the diaper and had me step out of it. Once again I stood naked for the third time today in front of someone else. I couldn't really get over the embarrassment. Mandy smirked at my modesty. "You wait here so I can get your clothes and a towel." She promptly left the bath leaving the door wide open. I closed it behind her and waited watching the bath fill. I reflected on my new predicament, being a little girl babysat by someone half my age. Being too scared to assert myself in case someone finds out the truth. I was suddenly hoping my underdeveloped body was youthful enough to fool them. Getting annoyed that it was. I pulled the ribbons from my hair and set them firmly on the counter. What a difference a day makes. "There you go." Mandy re-entered the bath- still without closing the door. Watching the tub fill for a minute, she stopped it when she was ready and guided me into the warm water. "Have a seat, kid." I kept waiting for her to leave, but she stayed and started soaping a washcloth. "Oh, I can do it." I told her holding my hand out for the cloth and soap. Where do these women get that glare? Mandy seemed to put curiosity, absurdity, and derision all in one glance as I withered in front of her. Laura looked in again, this time in a beautiful bright red gown that really showed off her assets. Really showed them off. I looked down at my own chest in embarrassment. "Your sister's gone, and I'm going to take off now too. I'll have my phone if you need anything. What's that?" she was looking at the pile of clothes Mandy'd brought in. "I left underwear in the bedroom." Mandy looked down, at the pile, and I too saw what they were both looking at. She'd brought up one of the diapers. Mandy nervously glanced at me, then back to her mother. "Oh, she told me she needed them." Mandy thumbed back at me. I wanted to protest, but a furious glare lit Laura's face, her lips a thin painted line. I tried to shake my head or say no, but when you're small, naked and wet, it's hard to come up with coherent arguments. "Yes. Well that's only for at night. Isn't that right, dear?" She glared at me demanding a confirmation. I could only nod in response. "Okay, then I'll grab some panties when we're done." Mandy replied. "Here, let me walk you out." She got up and followed Laura down the stairs chatting as they went. That little bitch lied! She'd lied, and now her mother'd confirmed the lie. Well, she hadn't known that her daughter was lying about it. But why would I say such a thing? It's not like I want to wear diapers. This was all her idea. I've been trying to escape this childish body my whole life. Frustrated I punched the water. It made a big splash so I did it again. It felt good to let out the aggression in small gouts of water. "So you're a pissy pants bedwetter are you?" Mandy giggled from the bathroom door. What could I say? Her mothers response pigeonholed me as a bedwetter. "Only sometimes." I muttered sullenly. My cheeks went red with the admission. "That's not what it looked like to me. It looks to me like you can't hold it at all. But Mom seems to think you can handle big girl panties. We'll just have to see." With a cruel sneer she slapped the soaped cloth over my face and started scrubbing. "Hey! I can do it! Stop!" I yelled into the washcloth, but she just kept at it, batting my arms away. "Hold still, Runt!" She pulled the cloth away just in time for me to get a face full of water. She cleared the soap from my face and started scrubbing all over me. To be honest it wasn't all that bad. She certainly was thorough, going over my back and chest, then all down my arms. I stood when she bid me so she could scrub my legs. I tried not to blush when she did my thighs. But finally when she finished she had me dunk myself fully into the tub to rinse. "I suppose a girl as young as you would prefer a bubble bath, but I'm afraid we don't have any of that." "I'm not that young." I replied. "Oh? How old are you then?" I almost said thirty. Laura had never set an age, I was supposed to fall into an age where I felt comfortable. So far nothing felt comfortable about being young. “Fourteen?” I tried. "Oh come on! Maybe you're tall enough, but I've never seen a kid take so much time to think about how old they are." "Really!" "Come on, you aren't fooling me, Runt!" "Okay, I'm twelve, but I'll be thirteen soon." I tried again. "Better, but I don't believe you." she sat up arms crossed under her breasts like they gave her authority. "Ugh, fine, I'm ten!” I yelled. This whole thing was getting more and more ridiculous. "Good girl!" she patted me on the head. "You are tall, but you sure don't act like a big girl.” You have no idea, I thought at her. She poured out some shampoo into my hair and started scrubbing. Pretty soon she was dunking my head again until the shampoo was all out. She stood me up and wrapped me in a towel as I stepped out of the tub. I dried my hair in front of the mirror while Mandy went to grab some underwear. Once she returned she had me step into the Princess Belle printed panties just like her mother'd done. I wondered just at what age any of these girls had started dressing themselves that they felt an eight year old needed help. When she was done she'd dressed me in purple leggings, a jean skirt and a pink shirt with a rainbow unicorn done up in sequins on the front. I tried not to be so disappointed at the outfit in case Mandy got suspicious. She sat down on the toilet, and pulled me onto her lap to start doing my hair. I closed my eyes once again to ignore the circumstances and just enjoy the pampering. Unfortunately I kept getting hung up on being treated like a little kid by someone half my age who also happened to be bigger than me in every respect. Once done I didn't need to look in the mirror to know that I had the two pigtails tied with ribbon again, but Mandy seemed to be seeking approval of the job. So I conspicuously primped and smiled at my reflection. "C'mon, lets get you some lunch and then we'll figure out what we'll do the rest of the day." She said, her attitude seeming to have much improved from her earlier nastiness. Back in the kitchen she poured out a tall glass of apple juice for me while she looked over the lunch options. "There's Mac-n'-Cheese, course that's more of a dinner thing. Hmmm, frozen pizza, peanut butter sandwiches or Ham-n'-Cheese -oops, no ham." "I know! How'd you like some grilled cheese?" She looked up at me from the fridge door. That actually did sound like a great idea. "Mmm, yummy!" I replied. It had been forever since I'd had that bit of comfort food. I think that grilled cheese is probably most kids first attempt at cooking, which is why so many of us look back so fondly on it. Quite suddenly I found myself actually enjoying my childish role. "Okay!" She gathered the ingredients. "You finish that glass while I get everything ready." I really was kind of thirsty at that point so by the time she'd prepared lunch I'd done as I was told, and she poured me another glass. We had lunch in the living room with the tv which surprised me a bit, since she turned it to some cartoons for my sake. "Oh hey, My Little Pony like your shirt!" I gave Mandy a big smile since I was supposed to like this sort of thing and slowly savored my toasty warm grilled cheese. I do have to give her credit, she made it just right. The cheese was all gooey and the toast was all buttery. Things got really dull quickly though because Mandy, while eating her lunch and sitting on her computer would flip to MTV every commercial to watch the latest and greatest in crappy pop music. While cartoons weren't really my thing, they were far superior to her taste in music. But she retained the controller, and I endured the torture long after I finished my lunch. While the cartoons were on, though I really did feel myself getting a little comfortable in my assumed role. Quietly reflecting on the cartoons and my babysitter I could immerse myself in it. Even the lack of control of the tv gave Mandy a distinctly "big sister" air. I settled comfortably into the couch and stayed that way until Mandy's foot found its way into my side. I nearly jumped out of my seat. "Oh, I'm sorry," She said looking up from her computer. "I didn't realize you were ticklish." Oh shit. I needed to head that off right away, I was not getting the tickle torture. "I'm not ticklish, you just startled me." An evil glint filled her eyes, "You're not?" She set the computer aside. Oh no. "Nope!" I looked back trying to be casual about it. She set the computer aside, "I dunno, that looked ticklish to me." The only way to deal with this, in my experience is to bluff; be so confident, and stay relaxed during the test. 'Cause at this point I knew there would be a test. "Well it wasn't." "Not even here?" She attacked my side where she'd nudged me with her foot. I flinched a bit, but I was able to relax through the attack. The second time would be both sides, and then somewhere else. If no good jump occurred by the third time, there might be a fourth, but it would end. I just couldn't flinch at all until Mandy finished. I could feel myself tensing, despite myself "Or here?" She attacked both sides of my waist like I thought. "Nop-" As I relaxed after the second attack she hit my underarms. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I jumped and wriggled under her assault. "Shit! Stop! Hahahaha! Please, stop!" I shouted. "Oooh a liar and a potty mouth!" She grinned. "You do deserve a punishment for swearing, so punitive tickling!" "No plea- Hahahahah! Please! Heeheehee!" The bitch was ruthless, and now that she found my weakness she kept at it all over. It went on for a while with short breaks when I became breathless only to start right back up. My sides were hurting while I writhed on the floor screaming and giggling under the torture. She paused for a second, pulling back, and leaving me wriggling twitching on the floor. "Now for the finale, then your punishment is over." She said with a satisfied grin. Her fist grabbed my shirt and yanked it forcefully up as her head dove for my belly. "Noooohohohoho!" I cried as she began blowing raspberries on my belly, then her hands found my sides and armpits. She waged total war on my body, and it capitulated in hilarious agony. I didn't even feel it at first, my mind taken up with so many other sensations, but pretty soon I was shoving her violently off me as I felt the wetness filling my underwear. Suddenly standing I lost control of everything. "Oh shit!" Mandy yelled before yanking me into the kitchen before I leaked all over the carpet. Standing for a second time in my own puddle I broke down crying. "I told you to stop!" "Well dammit you're eight years old! You should be able to handle this sort of thing by now!" She started roughly taking the clothes off me. "As far as I'm concerned you're wearing those diapers until Mom says differently." Oh god, Laura was having some weird thing bout these damn diapers what would she think now? I felt a slap on my butt. "Step out." I did as I was told and stepped out of the leggings I'd just stepped into. Now run upstairs and start another bath. I'll get this cleaned up. Then I'll come help you, understood?" I nodded. I ran upstairs crying. What the hell is wrong with me? I started the shower running, trying to clear my eyes while waiting for the water to warm up. The door opened behind me, "Bath, not shower, I said." She barked before moving further down the hall. I slammed the door, but she returned quickly with a towel and clothes. "I said bath!" she shouted pushing me out of the way to the bath knob. "What difference does it make?" I sobbed, "I just need to rinse off." The spray switched to the spigot before Mandy rounded on me. "Showers are for big girls, and you're obviously barely above a baby!" She growled at me. "Now you wait there while I go clean up your piss!" That fucking bitch! I slammed the door behind her once again. But not knowing what else to do I just stood there and sobbed. I wouldn't be so upset about it, but the bitch was right; she was just rude about saying so. I mean if the goal was to convince her I was a little kid, mission fucking accomplished. I heaved one last sob before clearing my eyes. I still had the stupid unicorn shirt on, add that to the red, watery eyes, and all I saw in the mirror was a snot nosed kid waiting for a punishment. How had things gotten so bad so quickly? The door burst open again - why didn't I lock the damn thing? Mandy practically ripped the shirt off me before depositing me in the bath with a splash. She yanked the tap closed and started once again with the washcloth. Now that I'd had time to think, I realized that she had pretty good reason to be upset, what with having to clean up after me. So I just took her rough treatment silently feeling much like a pet that hasn't figured out house training yet. I smiled at the image in my head. "What are you laughing at, Runt?" "I was thinking that you're lucky." "Oh?" she sat back. I think she was expecting some kind of defiant insult for her painful ministrations. "Yeah, I haven't shit on the furniture yet." Her look made me laugh. For a brief moment she thought that I was threatening to do just that. But she started laughing with me when she realized I was making fun of myself. "You foul mouthed runt!" She giggled as she finished her scrubbing much lighter now. Once out of the bath and dried she had me step into a diaper that she pulled up to my hips. That drained the humor out of me; it got me wondering of what Laura would think when she got home. The diaper was followed by a pink, ruffled, Little Mermaid nightshirt that came down to my knees. "There you go, now we can finish watching cartoons, okay?" She held her hand out to me. "Okay." I replied taking her hand and letting her guide me back to the couch. Chapter 5 I thought that the humor would soften Mandy's disposition, but she took to calling me Pissy the rest of the day. On one hand, I did kind of understand. She was grounded, and now stuck looking after a brat that seems to have a problem holding it. But on the other, she's supposed to be the responsible one here, and resorting to bullying and name-calling wasn't helping. The cartoons stopped right away. Instead we watched spoiled bitches have massively overdone sixteenth birthdays, followed by girls the same age (and I'm sure there's overlap between programs) getting pregnant, and being generally spoiled bitches about that too. Then there were the dating shows which are generally based on insipid concepts in the first place, but MTV seems to have run with the ideas that other channels thought were too dumb to air. It was not a fun afternoon. Laura called to say that she would be late, and that we should get dinner, and made sure that Mandy put me to bed on time. Though it annoyed me when I didn't overhear what that time was. I didn't feel like asking. She did set it back on the kids shows while she cooked up the mac and cheese. Not cartoons this time, but still smarter and more entertaining than what she liked to watch. Dinner went fast, and it was quickly followed by cookies and milk which ended abruptly since I yelled at Mandy to stop calling me Pissy, which she refused. "C'mon Pissy it's your bedtime anyway. Once you're put away you won't have to listen to me. Even when you piss the bed, Mom can take care of that crap when she gets home!" I finished my milk, and slammed it on the table. "Fine, I'm going then! I'd rather be alone than spend one more minute with you, or watch your crappy tv!" I stomped out of the kitchen really wanting to break something, but all I could do was stomp up the stairs, much like she'd done coming down this morning. "Goodnight Pissypants!" she called up behind me. Oh I had some choice words for that bitch! And it was a struggle to not turn around and shout them down the stairs at her. But I didn't, no matter how satisfying I knew it would be. At the top of the stairs I was confronted with a conundrum: Which room was Sarah's old room? I went to the end of the hall where an open door revealed the master bedroom. Next to it was a closed door that turned out to be the linen closet. The door across was closed, and with quick inspection I found what I concluded was Mandy's room filled with the detritus of a sixteen year old's life flung about. I closed the door, and found what looked like an unused bedroom that had some of the leftover accoutrements of Laura's eldest daughter. Also on the bed was a pile of kids clothes meant for me. I put them away, holding particularly onto the pack of disney panties, wanting to change into them, but fearing to disturb the illusion. I finally just put them away. There were several books on the shelf from which I picked out a cheap romance novel to read until Laura came home and we could talk this all out. - We were in the car again. Laura driving, and me bumping along in the child seat. The same embarrassing but enjoyable sensations transmitting from the seat. Laura stopped the car and turned to me, "Are you wet?" Her hand reached out feeling my diapered crotch, feeding that same sensation. "Good girl!" she said as she pulled me from the seat. Mandy was next to her outside the car. "Are you wet yet Pissy?" She sneered as she felt around my backside again transmitting those enjoyable feelings. "Hmph! Not yet." They then pulled me into the drugstore. It was full of people. Every one of them was watching me, whispering to each other, wondering if I'd just wet myself. Laura was talking to the clerk, and they were both nodding to each other. He turned to me, asking Laura, "Is she wet?" Before he too reached down below the hem of my night shirt, feeling me, rubbing me. I didn't want him to, but I was afraid that people would find me out if I resisted. Other people started checking as we made our way to the pharmacy. Reaching down, pressing their hands to my crotch, unaware of the affect, simply, innocently checking my diaper. I clung to Laura but let these strangers continue their probing. Part of me didn't want them to stop. We made it to the line for the pharmacy. Laura checked me again, and Mandy reached behind at the same time. I moaned. "Are you okay?" they asked. Their concern filled the people in line. Pretty soon everyone was checking my diaper as though somehow it's dryness or wetness would somehow indicate some kind of ailment. And all the time the sensations became more and more intense, more and more sexual. My desire overcame my shyness. I now waited with my hands holding the hem of my nightshirt up to my chin as people rubbed me through the diaper. We passed by everyone in line slowly coming to the front where the nurse looked down at me. "Is she wet?" She somehow reached across the counter to rub me. Her examination of the diaper lasted longer than the others. Slowly the desire built inside me as she checked what I knew was now a wet diaper, but now I was afraid that they'd spot it. That she would recognize that kind of wetness. But still she examined, and I stifled moans and tried to resist the mounting pleasure that filled me. Her hand pulled away. "Doctor, could you take a look at this?" A tall dark skinned European man in a lab coat looked down at me. "Of course I can." he replied in a heavy accent that made me melt. His dark hair flowed in waves behind his ears. His eyes penetrated me as he looked down at me. I pulled at the skirt not wanting him to see the diaper. But he reached underneath. I knew then that I wanted him to examine me. Two hands felt around making sure of every nook and cranny. But I wanted him to know of my wetness. I wanted him to feel it, and keep going. To release the desire that was building in the confines of the plastic about my hips. I moaned, not caring who heard it now. And I felt his hand on my shoulder now. I wanted it to go down to my breasts, but it stayed their and shook. And it shook me, his voice calling my name- - Laura shook me awake. For a second I thought she was coming to check my diaper, and I was really keen for her to do so. But reality hit, and I shied away from her. It was dark in the room, and the clock on the nightstand told me it was a little after midnight. "We need to talk." Was all she said. I sat up noticing the sticky wetness in my diaper. I could feel my cheeks getting warm, and hoped Laura couldn't see it in the gloom. I gathered the blankets around me. "Mandy tells me you wet again. I really don't understand what's going on. I want you to be honest with me, and tell me what you're really doing here." I stiffened at her daughter's name. "What is really going on here? I have no idea what's going on here. I haven't had any idea since you locked my door. I haven't done anything, everything has been happening to me. Starting with you not letting me go to the bathroom, even though I tried to tell you several times. I had three cups of coffee this morning, but you only thought about making sure I called you Mommy, and said potty, cause you are really pushing hard this whole little girl thing. So you're surprised that after too long in the car I couldn't hold it? And then your response isn't to take care of me, but to humiliate me in front of the whole store after calling me a slut to my face!" "Then your precious snit of a daughter babysits me-" "You told her you wanted to wear the diapers, she told me." "She lied to you! When you spotted the diaper in the bathroom, I never told her a thing, she just grabbed it, probably to embarrass me. And then you confirmed her lie when you said it was just for bedwetting! Which, by the way, she gave me all kinds of shit for while you were gone." "You know her nickname for me is Pissy? She started calling me that right after you left. Oh she played nice for a while for lunch. But then she felt it would be funny to tickle me until I pissed myself again. And that's what happened while you were gone. She bullied me because she knew I had a weakness, and I couldn't do anything about it without giving this whole "therapy" thing away." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Has this been a weakness for you?" "What, wetting? Not until today!" I realized I wasn't being very quiet, so I lowered my voice to really answer her question. "I mean I've always known I've had a weak bladder, but I figured it was because I'm so small. But I've always been able to control it, I just have to know where bathrooms are more than others.. There was an old rocking chair behind her that relaxed into, while taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I've really screwed up trying to make this a comfortable place for you. I really just wanted to help." "I know." "And now we're kind of stuck with it for now." I frowned at this, why couldn't she just take me home? I didn't ask since she's been so opposed to the idea from the start. "Look, we'll talk more in the morning, but right now I've got to think about what I'm going to do about Mandy." I didn't like that line of thought. Mandy was her priority, not her thirty year old friend dressed as an eight year old trapped in her house. "She really isn't all that bad." She sighed before leaving me once again in darkness. Chapter 6 I was playing with myself in the pharmacy this time. All the people were watching me, talking about me, about how I needed a diaper change. That I was so obviously wet that they didn't need to check even though their hands still reached out to feel my diaper. Laura just stood in line waiting oblivious to it all. I could feel their hands checking all over me, not stopping at the diaper, but feeling up my back and along my breasts. There were giggles at how young I looked, about my tiny breasts and shaved pussy. But somehow that just fed my desire, fed the wetness in the diaper. They joked that I couldn't really be an adult at all. The nightshirt was pulled up and held under my chin as my hand was plunged into the diaper, soaked with my damp desire. I could feel myself gushing with each giggle and joke at my expense. I could feel the warm wetness covering my hand, the liquid leaving my body, in very much the same manner as when I- - My eyes snapped open to the bright morning sun. My right hand sat immersed in a bowl of water, and my butt sat immersed in a wet diaper. A giggling Mandy was just closing the door to my bedroom. I threw off the covers shrieking. I couldn't believe what that horrible bitch had done. I had leaked all over the bed, and the diaper was sodden. I ran to the door, ripped it open only to be stopped by Laura looking bewildered. "What are you screaming about?" I could feel my cheeks flush. I had no desire to admit that I wet myself, but caught out now there was no real way to avoid it. "Mandy put my hand in warm water just now while I was sleeping! She was trying to play a joke on me!" "Shh, there's no need to yell." Laura put a restraining hand on my shoulder. "But she-" "I said shush!" She cut me off sternly. "Mandy?" she called to her daughters bedroom. Mandy'd managed to very quickly return to her sanctum, but took a good while to respond to her mother's call. The door cracked, and a bleary eyed Mandy leaned out. "Yeah Mom?" "Did you go into her room just now?" Laura asked nodding to me. "No, I just woke up." She groaned. Thankfully Laura wasn't buying it, "Look young lady, she might have a little girl issue, but it is very rude of you to tease her for it. There will be no pranks, do you understand me? I won't have it on a guest in my house." All pretense of having just woken up left her. "Oh what you just believe her? How do you know she's not lying? Maybe she was being a brat all yesterday! Maybe she wants to get me in trouble because she knows I'm already grounded!" "That's enough Amanda Anne!" Laura shouted. "If you never want to see your friends again until you graduate that's fine with me. I notice that you still haven't done the chores you said you would do to shorten your grounding." Laura continued like that for a while before Mandy shouted her response. The argument continued for some time before Mandy's door finally slammed, and we were left with the ominous silence of a teenager pouting in her room. Laura led me to the bathroom where she silently drew a bath for me. I didn't object to her pulling my clothes off, or thoroughly scrubbing me clean. When it was done she apologized for her daughter, to which I told her it wasn't her fault. And I really couldn't blame Laura for her daughter since Kathy turned out to be the polar opposite of her younger sister. I mean, she could have spent her Sunday with friends or locked in her room, but while Laura cleaned the bed, she looked after me for breakfast. After that she chose to keep me entertained for the whole day. She was much better company than her sister. Overall the day spent with Kathy was quite pleasant. But then I was just relieved to be wearing regular underwear, even if it did have disney princesses on it. The diaper was bulky and noisy, both facts that Mandy liked to point out to me every chance she got. Kathy played cards and board games with me. She also put the cartoon channel on in the background so that I wouldn't be bored when she had to go do something for her mother. It was interesting to watch those two interact so I wasn't annoyed at the interruptions to our games. Though it was these times that Mandy liked to poke her head out of whatever hole she'd been hiding in to poke fun of me. "Oh hey, I don't hear your diaper." or "You sure you can stop from pissing all over that game? Or maybe the game is to see if you can hold it for that long!" The bitch was deft enough to not get noticed by her mother or sister. Though she did get caught by her dad once, but she has him wrapped up around her finger. She put on the pout and the tears and he just let her go back up to her room. I didn't see much of him for the day though as he spent it outside doing man-things. A little after lunch though Mandy wasn't able to escape because something she said made me snap. I don't really even remember what it was, but Laura and Kathy heard the noise and returned to the living room seeing Mandy and me tugging on each others hair while wrestling on top of the Monopoly set. They pulled us apart, and we were both sent to our respective rooms. I heard the stern talking-to that Mandy got through two walls so I was surprised at how calm Laura was when she came to talk with me. "To be honest I'm rather disappointed in you." She started. "I know you're supposed to be the child here, but your displays of temper I don't think are an act." I didn't know what to say about that. I mean she's right. I have a short fuse, that's always been a problem for me. But at the same time, given my line of work, people with bad tempers seem to be the ones that get what they want. At least the famous ones. Looking back not really so much me. "I'm sorry." She said. This surprised me, especially the tongue-lashing that she gave her daughter. "This was supposed to be therapeutic for you, but I see that I have failed to provide the right environment for you." "I'm sorry too. You're right, I should be able to keep my temper better." I replied. She smiled at me. "I'm also sorry for my daughter. She carries so much anger in her. Either way, I've talked to some people, and if you want to try a different approach we can." "Different approach?" "Yes. In Newton there's a facility that specializes in regression therapy. They have several different programs there. One of them is exactly what we're trying here, but that would be more of a clinical environment. I wouldn't be able to oversee it because of my lack of license, but I know the people there, and can call in a few favors to get you in if you want to go." "I'm not sure." Was all I could reply. To be honest I wasn't really enjoying this therapy. But then Laura had said that for it to work it had to be unpleasant at times. Not to say that it was all bad. Kathy was lots of fun, and seeing Laura in her mother mode actually was an education in itself. Her family was complex and interesting to see from the inside. But there was also Mandy. The rotten bitch managed to ruin every good moment. If I stayed here this "therapy" would be colored by my interactions with her. And frankly I wasn't looking forward to a whole week with Laura's horrible daughter. There was just no way to avoid her. Chapter 7 The drive to Newton was long. It's normally an hour drive, but stuck in rush hour traffic as we were, it doubled the time I was stuck in that car seat. Laura insisted that since I'm going on with the therapy I should stay in character. As we drove I realized that I really ought to have just quit the whole thing. Laura had provided me with the opportunity. But I also didn't want to disappoint her. She'd tried so hard to help me that it couldn't hurt to try one more thing. If it doesn't work I'll just give her a call and she'll take me home. Though which home is still debatable. Though I doubt Laura would try to keep me at her place again. Mandy had tried the warm bowl trick again. Yes, it had worked again, but this time I tried to be more mature about it for Laura's sake. I still want to kick that little bitch in the face, though. I also couldn't help thinking about sex. It's been on my mind this whole time. Especially because of the damn car seat; that stupid hump kept hitting me there. That and the weird dreams I've been having. I can only suppose that the fact that I've lived a largely sexless life, and that I finally have few distractions, my body is reminding me that I am human, with human needs and desires. Even if I don't really have time to fulfill them. Not that there's anyone that wants to help a dwarf like me. The place looked like the typical movie nuthouse. At least the front did. There were more modern additions behind it. Laura explained that they had taken it over after the old asylum closed. It had a lot of the facilities that they wanted already in place with not a lot of modernization to make. The new buildings were simply expansion since the place has really been doing a good business. "This is the place I could have been partner in if I'd wanted." Laura told me a she pulled me out of the car. "I know most of the administrators, and even could still have a place here if I just get my license." I followed her into the building where she was quickly directed down a hall from the front reception area. The white clinical halls led us to another reception room. This one had warmer light, and comfy chairs. Laura directed me to a seat before she went to talk to the nurse. I started to feel a little better about this. Here they were trying hard to make you feel comfortable, and there would be actual trained doctors, and accountability. If I don't like something, there's somebody to yell at. "Yes, we know all about your situation," One of the nurses said to Laura, "We have your file right here. Or.. Do you have that file?" "Yes, um… here it is." Another nurse replied with an oddly familiar voice. "Here just fill these out, and sign on these lines and we'll process everything and you'll be all set." Laura came back with a bunch of papers that she had me fill out. She filled out a couple outlining treatment and such. I kept getting distracted though because that one nurse would say something, and my mind kept trying to latch on to someone. I know that voice. I couldn't really look though because the seat I took was facing away from the reception desk. Laura gathered up the pages once we were done and brought them back to the front. I wanted to go with her to see the nurse, but Laura told me to wait. I tried to protest but she gave me that withering glance again. I tried to look from the chair, but the desk itself was set high, and that familiar voice was coming from the side of the window. Laura sat beside me once again, I was tense, and while I wanted to chat, I don't think either of us were sure what to say. I was saved from the awkwardness when the door next to reception opened, and my name was called. Laura gave me a hug and reassured me that she would pick me up after my week here is done. I turned to the nurse and followed her through the door. I looked back at Laura gathering her purse as the nurse shut the heavy door with a no-nonsense clunk. "Don't worry about a thing, Sweetie," she said to me, "We'll take good care of you. Brenda here will show you to your room." Brenda. That was why that voice was familiar. Sure enough that tall, matronly, idiot stood before me in nurse scrubs with that vapid, 'I'm being helpful' smile on her face. My first thought was, "Please don't let her recognize me" Especially when I'm still wearing a stupid Disney princess blouse, and bows in my hair. But of course she might not recognize me. We're both so out of our elements, and I'm dressed so ridiculously different, it would be a stretch for someone of her intellect to recognize me. "C'mon, Dear, I won't bite." She smiled again, holding out her hand to me. Yeah, maybe she doesn't recognize me. Be cool. I slowly walked forward. "That's right, we'll take good care of you." She grabbed my hand when I reached out to hers. She quickly had me following her through corridors and halls twists and turns. When she finally paused we seemed to be at an intersection of two non-descript halls. I started to wonder if she hadn't gotten lost herself. I looked at her, but her nose was buried in the file. "Now let's see, you're supposed to be… wait, this isn't right… Oh damn." She looked down at me. "Someone mixed up the files." She said as though it was somehow my fault. "I'll be right back as soon as I get this set right. You wait here." She set me down on a bench in the hall then stalked off in a huff. The idiot had screwed up again, I decided. It took a while before Brenda returned. I was bored pretty quickly of the people watching, especially since there were so few people. When she finally did return she had a flustered, and harried look to her. But that smile returned as soon as she saw me. Probably forgot where I was. Without preamble she grabbed my wrist and led me through a number of corridors, through a heavy metal gate and nurse station, down another few corridors to a bank of cells made to look like rooms. In a different setting I'd think these were offices, but the clinical nature, another nurses station, and the bars on the windows at the front of the room disabused me of that. "Here." She said, "Room 27." She opened the door. "Demerits?" I asked reading the white board below the room number. "Don't worry about that, I need to examine you." The room looked strange, less like a hospital room, or asylum cell, and more like a kids room, or nursery. She helped me up to the bed. "Now I need you to remove your clothes." "I'd rather not." I replied. Alarm bells were going off in my head. This isn't what Laura had described to me. "It will be real quick. If you want I can get a smock for you from the nurses station. Before I had a chance to reply she was out the door. Grumbling, I did as I was asked. I stripped off my jeans and shirt. I debated with myself if I should go all the way. Which is worse, Brenda seeing me nude or in Disney Princess panties (Ariel today). I decided to bare it all. Brenda returned, but without a smock. Idiot. "Now I need you to lie down, Sweetie." I did as I was told. The exam started with the same old physical we all get, blood pressure and cold stethescope. I didn't realize what she was doing until too late. She'd gotten the cuffs on my ankles before I realized what they were. "What are you doing?" I demanded stupidly. That gave her enough time to grab a wrist. She'd gotten it cuffed and anchored before I really started fighting back. With only one limb free it was easy for her at this point. I screamed and flailed, but she secured me easily. She then shut me up with what looked like an oversized pacifier that she secured behind my head. With my wrists bound to the bed there was nothing I could do release myself. Brenda just looked down at me triumphantly. "You cost me the best job I ever had." She brushed a wisp of hair out of her face. "I thought it was funny that I had a late arrival joining us with the same name as my bitch boss. It was even funnier when I saw you, really you sitting in my reception area looking like a little girl. I didn't believe it." "You know all of us always made fun of you. The bitchy little perfectionist trying to make up for your -heh- shortcomings. We all wondered if it was cause you couldn't get a date that you'd spend all weekend in the office. Chet hated you. He figured half his job was dealing people that you'd pissed off." I stared coldly at her, growling through the gag. "Oh, what's going to happen? You are in our 'Youth Behavioral Advancement Therapy' wing. We get kids who have severe social issues, and we regress them and until they start behaving they stay where they're at. You see I think you have some behavior issues. So I'm going to regress you. The more you misbehave, the younger you are treated, the nicer you are the older you get to be. It's very simple." "Since you're such a bitch, I think we're going to start you at level 1, as a baby." I started screaming into the pacifier and pulling at the straps. "Oh no you don't sweetie. If you want to grow up, you have to behave yourself." She placed a thick white diaper next to me on the table. "At level 1 you don't get any privileges. You don't even get to use the bathroom. You are going to have to use your diaper until you grow up a little." She then grabbed my wrist and started forcing some kind of glove over my hand. "And like a baby, you could grab at things that might hurt you, so you need to wear mittens until you're old enough to not be such a bitch." She had the glove over my hand, but it forced me to ball my fist. the heavy rubber I realized would make it impossible for me to use my fingers. She quickly did the same to my other hand, rendering both useless. "Babies also only get to go around in their strollers or crawl. If any of the nurses see you standing or trying to walk they might punish you. We believe in corporal punishment around here. There are other rules that I should be telling you about, but I think it'll be more interesting for you to find those out yourself." She added with a sadistic grin. "Lift up." She said as she unfolded the diaper. I shook my head. She had my nipple between her thumb and fingernail twisting hard. "You can do things the hard way, but they will only be hard for you." I did as I was told, and she soon had a diaper wrapped around me. This one was much thicker than the Goodnights I'd had before. "Good girl." She patted me on my head. I tried to brush her hand away but my struggles only made her laugh. She moved to the end of the bed where she lifted a slat into place with a snap. She did the same to the other three sides of the bed until I was looking at her through white metal bars. "You get to nap here in your crib for a while until the nurse decides to wake you. I'll be visiting when I can. I may decide to transfer into this wing just so I can make sure you're progressing properly. Sleep tight Babygirl." Laughing, Brenda exited the room. Alone once again, I struggled against the restraints. This can't be happening. In a panic I tried to scream through the gag, I cried, I begged incoherently to the empty room. This can't be happening! I knew it was futile but I didn't want to believe that I had just handed my life over to Brenda, one of the people that had been making my life an absolute hell. And now she'd do it again. I screamed in frustration. I shook the bed, tried to rip the restraints from the frame. I tried to bite through the gag, but all of it was made for my tantrum. It was all made to withstand my rage. The restraints held, and the rubber gave, but wouldn't be cut by my teeth. All my noise didn't even draw a check in by the nurse on watch. Helpless, I settled myself down. All I could do was wait. I was reminded once again of my little body, and all its little things. Little waist, and hips. Little feet and legs. Little breasts and arms and all the bits that other women all wish they could have. I remembered my little bladder, and how it had been hours since breakfast. Chapter 8 It was hours of waiting before the nurse came to look in on me. She lowered one side of the crib and started undoing some of the straps. She didn't touch the gag. When I was freed she pulled me up so that I was sitting on the edge with my short legs dangling. "C'mon. The doctor needs to speak to you for your entry interview so you know what is going on here." She said sternly. The woman was stout, and looked ready for any kind of rebellion. She pulled me down and sat me in what looked like an oversized stroller. "Am I going to have to strap you in or will you go nicely?" I shook my head, but she gave me a long look before she started pulling out wide nylon belts. "You gave Brenda such trouble I don't think I can trust you yet." I sighed but did nothing to prevent her from doing her job. She wheeled me through the halls and I saw the gated area that I passed through in the wide open room which now had a number of young people of varying ages playing in it. One or two were in strollers like me and were being pushed around by the other kids. I was the only one wearing just a diaper, but with my arms strapped I couldn't cover myself. I just sat red faced hoping no one saw me. I got several stares, especially from the boys, but the nurse moved quickly. I was pushed down another long hall to a large door at the end. Behind that door was a reception area with a spectacle wearing nurse sitting at a small desk in front. The nurse at the desk knocked then pushed the door open. "Doctor, the latecomer is here." "Ah, good, just before lunch. Thank you I'll call you when we're done." I was wheeled right in front of the doctors large desk. Behind the desk sat an older gentleman with greying hair and kind brown eyes. He was thin and stretched, with angular features. He got up and I saw that he was tall. He came close and undid my gag. "You must have put up quite a fight for Brenda. No one usually starts here as a baby. Though it often doesn't take long for them to get there, before they learn the system." I moved my jaw trying to get it comfortable again. "I didn't fight anyone! Brenda is…" An idiot, I thought but I couldn't say it. "Is what?" "She is mistaken. I was brought here to be part of a regression therapy for a week. She seems to have gotten things mixed up though. I'm not supposed to be here." The doctor, Doctor Massey according to the nameplate, frowned at my response. "Is that so? Is that what your parents told you, or…" He picked up a file off his desk, "Your mother told you?" My mother? Oh right Laura did the paperwork. But she wouldn't have actually listed me as her daughter would she? I'm supposed to be an adult coming for regression, that doesn't make sense. But if that was part of the therapy… I nodded to the doctor. He nodded with me. "Well according to this your mother left you here because you have been fighting at school, doing drugs, and having sex with a highschooler. At ten years old. You barely escaped juvenile detention because of repeated theft and vandalism charges. According to her you are here as part of a court order and are supposed to stay until we decide you are ready." My jaw dropped. "What? No, that's not possible. I didn't- I never- I'm a virgin goddammit!" The doctor looked at me sternly, "We don't like that kind of language here, young lady. Unless you can come up with a better lie than that let me tell you how thing work here." "But it's not a lie, your file is wrong my name is-" "I know your name, it's right here." He showed me the file. "So why don't you tell me all about how this is all fake, and that you're really a nice person who is just in the wrong room, and that your mother will be right back to fetch you." The chart did indeed have my name on it. "You think you're the first to come here? That I haven't heard every lie you could come up with a thousand times before? Here, look it over, make sure your mother got everything right." The file had everything that Laura had filled out and then some. The age was wrong. but everything else was her writing. But there was more, much more there was a photocopy of a court order; I tried to find how it was false, but he turned the page to a police report with my name on it, also a photocopy. There were several more pages of infamy and felonious behavior, "Wait! 'I of sound body and mind…' I never signed this!" It was a document of voluntary self-commitment. He looked confused for a moment. "Well it looks like you did, right here where it says signature." He pointed. "Yes, but if I'm under eighteen it wouldn't be a binding document anyway you wouldn't have had me sign it. And if I'm so violent and don't want to be here, why would I have?" "Look it's all part of the facility documentation, it doesn't matter if you had signed it or not, but now that you did, you can't just go back on it. Face it, you're suck here. Now it can go easy for you, or it can go hard." "No, you don't understand, it's Brenda, she did this to me, she hates me, I was-" "Brenda can't hate you, she doesn't even know you." "You don't understand, she does, she knows me from-" The doctor stood up "Look, you are lashing out because you don't want to face the fact that you've had a pretty easy ride so far. You're scared because that ride is over." He sat down behind the big desk. "You have to learn that the reason you are here is because of the choices you have made. Until then things are going to be very tough for you." "Please, just listen!" "No, you are going to listen." "Look just let me-" "Are you going to listen?" "I'm trying to tell you-" "I don't care what you have to say." "But, please it's just that-" He pressed a button, "Nurse. Come get this girl, we can finish when she's willing to listen." "But… okay, I'll listen." "Too late." He replied smugly. "What?" "It's too late, Young Lady. I tried to talk, but you wouldn't listen." "But, I'll listen!" He sighed "The first thing you need to learn about this place is that there are real consequences for your actions. The other thing is that this place is unfair. It's unfair because you are a child and you won't get your way through tantrums." The door behind me opened, and the stroller began to move pulling me out of the office, the smug doctor looking satisfied with himself. "Have someone feed her lunch, we can find out in the afternoon if she's going to cooperate." "Yes, Doctor." the nurse replied as we left the room. I was turned around, and there again was a satisfied Brenda. The door closed with a heavy thud. "Well hi there young lady." Brenda grinned at me. "It's slow at my reception area, so I decided to put in my transfer." She added though she said it to the reception nurse. "I know you just handed me the slip." The reception nurse gave her a confused look. "Do you mind taking her back to her room?" "Sure, she can't give me much trouble this time." They both laughed. I lost it. I mean completely lost it. Blind rage turned my vision red. I screamed at them, I fought against the restraints. I kicked, I tore, I howled like a rabid animal. Unfortunately hospital restraints aren't known for being flimsy. Epilogue I left Dan Carmichael's office positively glowing. It had been so long since I'd been recognized for my efforts. To be so thoroughly complimented by the boss man himself. I returned to my office with a skip in my step and a smile on my lips. That hasn't happened at work in a very long time. "So how did it go?" Brenda asked as I closed the door to my office. "It was fantastic." I replied as she came around from behind my desk. "It was pretty obvious that Taylor had gotten to him again, but I pushed hard. I convinced them actually look at the proposal and when he figured out what I was saying Dan looked at Taylor all disappointed." "And what else?" Brenda asked as she lifted my skirt. When she did I froze in place as I’d been taught. She felt around my diaper checking me for dryness. "I know the meeting ended a while ago so I was wondering what kept you." She dropped my skirt. "A little wet but you don't need changing yet." I nodded with a sigh of relief; she still keeps a sharp eye for reasons to punish me. "He took me into his office and complimented me on the presentation. But he also said that he liked the new look, and he said he liked even more my new attitude. He told me that he'd come very close to letting me go. Especially when you called them from the facility about my break down. He said that he's glad he didn't even though he lost me for six months. He said since I came back I've been less hostile and more problem-solving." "Good girl!" Brenda patted me on the head. I felt a warm glow fill me; praise from her was rare. "Of course they like your look, it suits you so much better than the stuffy suits you wore. And what's all this?" She asked at the pile of stuff I brought from Carmichael's office. "The new client, Nook, or nuck, spelled N-U-K." Her eyes lit up, "Really? Oh my they must know something about you then." She laughed and started going through the pile, "Oh they sent samples!" She came up holding a big pacifier. "Open up." She popped it right into my surprised mouth. There was a little ribbon dangling off the end of it which she clipped to the peter pan collar on my baby blue dress. "They do baby accessories and they're well known for their pacis." I could feel my cheeks reddening at the thought of Brenda treating me like this at work. I took out the pacifier and lowered my voice to a whisper, "Please, Mommy this is just client stuff, if it goes too far, Dan might not like it very much." I felt a hand return to my crotch in a much more probing manner. "Or maybe this is making you wetter, huh? Remember that little secret I discovered when you were at the facility?" How could I forget? "You like having that thing clipped to you, huh? You want people to see it. You want people to check your diaper for you don't you?" "No." She started pressing her hand hard against my diaper. "You do, which is why you're going to wear it, and keep it in your mouth at all times. You can take it out to talk to people but if they ask, you can tell them it's just research. But we'll both know how it embarrasses you, how that makes you feel. And you know that if you don't do as I say, they will find out, won't they?" "Don't make me do this Brenda. Please don't." "Oh, and forgetting yourself too, aren't you?" "No, Mommy! I'm sorry, Mommy! Please, I'm sorry!" The noise of the diaper became loud as she stroked it agains me. "I'll have to come up with a suitable punishment, don't you think?" I sighed. "Yes, Mommy." Her hand came away from the diaper, and she popped the paci back into my mouth. Brenda smiled. "You know, it took quite a bit of work, and punishment, and arguments. But I really think you've finally grown up to be a good little girl.
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  6. The bell rang for school. I put my backpack on, and followed the crowd down the stairs and out the front door. I walked across the schoolyard and on through the crosswalk into my neighborhood. As I walked towards my house a strange but familiar feeling overcame me. My heart started pounding faster, and I was drenched with a feeling of restlessness. I was counting my steps and I only had two blocks until I would have to walk down her street. I knew I didn’t have the luxury of an alternate route home. As I followed the sidewalk left I could see the white and red house near the end of the street. Every day I take this same walk and every day I hope and pray that she isn’t outside. As I walk closer and closer I notice that there isn’t any activity at her house, and I think to myself “what a relief”. As I walk by the front of her house I barely peek over to see if anyone is home. Just when I think I’m all clear, she is there, gracefully watering her garden on the side of her house. Immediately, she looks up and waves to me. “Hi Ryan” she exclaims, in a very kind and nurturing, but bubbly voice. “Hi Miss Eve” I mutter back, with my head slightly down. She turns off the water and begins to walk towards me. Her long tan legs glide across the grass glistening from the overspray of the hose. Her shoulder length butter blonde hair, shimmering in the sunlight. Her loose white summer tank top accented her amazing cleavage, and just barely covered the curves of her hip line. As she approaches me I look up at her because she was taller than me even without her high heels on. This, among other things, added to her intimidation. Miss Eve was not married, she didn’t have any kids, and I’d never even seen a man at her house. All that said, Miss Eve was incredibly hot, and I knew that she had absolutely no problem attracting men. “How was your day sweetie?” She asked. “It was ok” I said, trying to avoid eye contact. “Just ok?” She asked. “Yea, I’m just kind of tired” I replied. “Maybe someone needs a little nap?” she said. “Well, I, uh, think I have some homework to do” I quickly responded. “Oh ok, well I really need some help with something that won’t take long at all”. I looked around frantically, trying to come up with an excuse that would let me continue my walk home. As I tried to think of anything, she leaned down closer to my ear and with a very direct but loving whisper asked “Are you gonna come be Mommy’s little helper?” As I started to blush she held out her hand, and I reluctantly reached out to touch her soft fingers. She grabbed my hand and escorted me up the front stairs and through the door as the panic inside me continued to build. The door closed behind us and I was once again trapped in her house. "I appreciate this very much” she said. “What do you need help with?” I asked. She turns to the side to reveal a few large cardboard boxes. “This is a large order of diapers I placed online for a boy that I babysit for, they just showed up today” she said. As the word ‘diaper’ left her lips, my excitement level went up immediately, and Miss Eve knew this. “Oh ok” I said “Do you need help moving the boxes?” trying to mask my curiosity of what kind of diapers they were. She laughed, "No silly, since they were purchased online I had to estimate a size, so I want to make sure they will fit him.” Confused, I asked “So how would I be able to help you with that?” She smiled, “You are about his same size, so I was hoping you would try some on to make sure they fit.” Panic continued to swell inside me because I knew where this was going. “Um, I don’t really have time for this right now,” I explained. I started to turn for the front door when she walked right into my escape path. “Now Ry, honey, Mommy really needs your help with this,” she said in her loving voice. “But I can’t today. I have too many things to do,” I explained. As she looked at me with her gorgeous blue eyes she leaned down towards me “I would definitely agree, but I think you need to help Mommy first so I don’t have to tell anyone about our little secret”. My heart suddenly dropped, and I realized that she was not asking me to do this. The ‘secret’ she was referring to was more like our history, as this was not the first time I had been in this house. It all started about a year ago, when I acted on an impulse, and found a way to divulge in my pure love of disposable diapers. I’m not referring to ones meant for old people; I’m talking about toddler diapers. The ones that are loud, crinkly, and stretchy, with fun stickers on the front. The same ones that when you open a bag, your nostrils are filled with that sweet diaper perfume scent. I usually don’t have money, or a good way of discretely purchasing something like a package of diapers. So one day, I thought up a plan to create a fake scavenger hunt and have a diaper be one of the items on the list. I took my list to a couple of houses and received no answer at the door. I was about to give up and I knocked on one last house and this just happened to be where Miss Eve lived. Well, from the moment she answered the door, I was under her command and she took full advantage of this. She was incredibly beautiful, very kind, but also very manipulative. The first time she answered her door and I had told her about that special item on my list somehow she knew that it was really meant for me. Instead of simply saying no, or just handing me a diaper, she invited me inside. Now I’m guessing she only had diapers because she would babysit, but there is no way to know for sure. That day she diapered me herself, and made me use it right there in front of her. I remember that day clearly and how embarrassed I felt about being forced to use a diaper, but I also remember how much I loved being under her control. After I did as I was told she even checked to make sure I wasn’t lying. Then, she changed me into a fresh diaper, and sent me on my way. I was told to come see “Mommy” at any time. I tried to forget about the incident, but immediately fell in love with the diapers she provided. From the waistband, to the stretchy leg cuffs, to my loud crinkly waddle, I was addicted. The smell of these diapers was wildly intoxicating. After that incident, I realized I didn’t like actually using my diaper, but I found out very quickly that I didn’t make the rules, Mommy does. A couple of months later I was practically sprinting home from school to use the bathroom. Miss Eve stopped me and insisted that I use the one in her house. When I finally made it, the door was locked and I was told to use the one upstairs. When I opened the door I was amazed to find a complete nursery, with stacks of diapers, a large changing table, and even a crib. Miss Eve had followed me upstairs and locked the door behind us. She restrained me on the changing table and made it clear that I wasn’t going to make it to the big boy bathroom. She put a pink crinkly diaper on me and adjusted my posture so that she had a perfect view of when I couldn’t hold it any longer. She told me that if I was a “good boy” and made a “poopy diaper for Mommy” she would let me go. I tried to hold out as long as I could but she waited patiently, and checked my diaper several times. Trying to hold back with all of my might she watched while the lump formed under my bottom, and the front of my dry diaper slowly saturated with warmth. After telling me what a good boy I had been, she said that I was to be punished for trying to use a bathroom in Mommy’s house. She pulled me over her knee and spanked me on the back of my pink girly diaper. That day she did send me home, but not before one last squeeze of my diapered messy bottom, and a very seductive whisper, “Mommy hopes to see you again very soon.” That day I remember the feeling of helplessness I had and how she could make me do whatever she wanted to. I couldn’t help but love her amazing diapers, her nurturing demeanor, and the fact that she was Mommy and I was her good little boy. I found myself wanting to please her either so I could leave and escape the shame of her watching me dirty my diaper, or to get her approval that I was a good boy like she said. I had been to her house several times and I was usually forced to come in when she was outside as I walked home from school. Regardless of how she would manipulate me to submit to her, the end result was always the same. The look of satisfaction on her face and the warm mess inside of my diaper meant that Mommy was happy and my secret was safe. I hated that she knew about my diaper fascination because I felt like she was always teasing me about it. Sometimes, I would walk home with other kids in my class and we would see her and she would specifically say hi only to me. Other times, her diaper bag would be sitting on the porch with a diaper sticking out as if it were bait to lure me in. About a month ago, she took the embarrassment of what I was to do for her to a whole new level. I saw her that Saturday morning at the grocery store. She was extra nice to me that morning and offered a ride back to the neighborhood. To avoid a long walk back I agreed and we left. When we arrived she insisted that I stay for milk and cookies. I love cookies and since I had nothing to do I decided I would stay for a little bit. She said that it would be a little while so I could lie down on the couch and watch TV. As I laid there, I wondered if this was some plan of hers to get me in another messy situation. I could hear her gathering baking utensils in the kitchen as I slowly dozed off. I awoke from my nap and immediately realized I was no longer on the couch. Surrounded by tall wooden banisters, I recognized that the jail cell I was sitting in was a baby’s crib, but big enough for me. Was I still at Miss Eve’s? How long did I sleep for? I wondered. As I tried to roll over to look around I noticed that familiar sweet smell of diapers. The bulk between my legs made it hard to even move, and I knew I was no longer wearing the underwear I put on this morning. I rolled over onto my stomach and I could hear the rustle of my thick diaper underneath my blue onesie. Suddenly, I had a need to use the bathroom. I laid my head down for a second thinking that I had to get out of here. I was able to pull myself up so that I could stand. Just as I did, a beautiful woman walked in the room. She was about medium height with short dark brown hair and stunning green eyes. I noticed her creamy white legs and how well her chest filled out her shirt. “Hi there” She exclaimed in a very loving and giggly tone. Before I had a chance to respond she left the room and I heard her say “He is awake”. I stood trying to listen to what was being said when suddenly Miss Eve walked into the room. As she pulled her cooking apron over her head she tossed it on the railing of this very large crib. “Hi sleepy head” she gleamed. Her red t-shirt was squeezing her breasts together as she looked at me like this is normally how I take a nap. “What is going on? Why am I in this thing?” I cried. “Because I didn’t want my little boy having an accident on Mommy’s couch and so I can keep an eye on you” she whispered with an evil smile. My need to go to the bathroom started to increase. “But you have other people here” I whined. “Sweetie, those are Mommy’s friends from out of town. I told them about what a good boy you could be and they wanted to see”. “But you promised!” “Awe, honey, it is still our little secret, Jenny, and Brandi live very far away and will probably never see you again. I promise our secret is safe,” she said reassuringly. “Did you have a good nap?” she asked as she leaned down to unbutton the bottom snaps of the onesie. She gently turned me around and lifted the back flap of my pajamas. “Let’s check that diaper of yours”. I could feel as she squeezed the back of my diaper together at the leg cuffs. Then she used the palm of her hand to smush the diaper up against my bottom and test the consistency. Finally, she had one more test and I felt a hint of cold air as she pulled the top of the diaper away from my skin to peek down the back. “All dry!” she said. I was reminded of my urge to get to a toilet, and soon. Suddenly, it became too much and I winced with my knees in, holding the front of my diaper. I knew it was a mistake because Miss Eve noticed and smiled. “I really need to blow my nose, can I go to the bathroom?” I quickly asked. “Now I know you got a spankin for trying to go to the bathroom once before, are you wanting another one, or are you just needing Mommy’s attention?” she asked as sweet as can be. “But I want to get down!” I fussed. “Is that all?” she asked. “Well I do believe you know what Mommy wants in order to make that happen, don’t you?” Without even thinking I looked down and slowly nodded yes while I put my thumb in my mouth and started to suckle. She leaned down so she was face to face with me and pulled my chin up gently. "Are you gonna be a good boy for Mommy and her friends and make a stinky poopy diaper?“ She said it as if she already knew the answer. I nodded yes. As if I had no choice she said, "Mommy can guess it’s probably gonna be a soggy diaper too,” (as I was) still sucking my thumb. I nodded in agreement. “Good boy, now let’s take off that onesie so we can see what a mess you make.” She pulled the clothing off and pulled a t-shirt over my head. The shirt just barely covered the first row of teddy bears on the front of my diaper. Again, my sensation that signaled I should head to the bathroom got stronger and I didn’t have much time. I had to figure out a way to get out of this crib, and quickly, or I was going to fill my thick diaper while Mommy and her friends watched. Mommy left the room and a different girl walked in, and I decided I couldn’t hold it any longer. I grabbed the wooden pegs of the crib. I was facing the wall out of sheer embarrassment. I squatted slightly in hopes of keeping the mess in one spot in the back of the diaper and not all over me. “Eve!” the girl called out. “Are you goin potty?” Mommy said as she walked in the room. “Uh huh” I said as I started to lose control and push. I could feel the diaper area around my bottom slowly move away as I forced a mushy mess into the back of my diaper. “What a good boy!” Mommy said and I felt a hand gently mash the lump under my bottom. “Ok let’s see the front,” she said as she turned me around. I sucked my thumb, and gave in. The warm flood soaked the front of the diaper and it was immediately apparent how bad I had to go. “Oh my, what a soggy diaper this is,” Mommy said as she squeezed the bottom front of the saturated disposable. I was done, and too embarrassed to look at Mommy and her pretty friends. I tried to turn away ever so carefully so as not to make a bigger mess than I already had. I heard Mommy ask “Did you want some milk and cookies?” and I told her I did. She came back in and put a plate of chocolate cookies down. Then, she leaned down with that evil smile and said, “Maybe you should sit and eat them” knowing how much I was avoiding what was in the seat of the stinky diaper. Before I could react she picked me up under my arms and slowly sat me down. I could feel the gooey firmness of my mess smear all over my bottom and even squeeze between my legs. The damage was done, so I just sat and ate my snack. When I was done Mommy walked in. “Oh my, I think somebody has a poopy diaper!” she exclaimed. She stood me back on my feet gave another squeeze in the back and peeked into a leg cuff just to make sure. “Does my little boy need his diaper changed?” I nodded. “Mommy has to clean up the kitchen, so I will be back ok?” Just as I was starting to get upset, the same brown haired girl from before came in the room with a diaper and a tub of wipes in her hand. Embarrassed, I backed away from the front of the crib. "Hi pumpkin, don’t be shy. I’m Jenny and I’m here to make it all better, now let’s get you out of that dirty diaper” she said. She laid me down and pushed my shirt up exposing the soggy bulge in the front. As she pulled the tapes back I started to yawn. I closed my eyes while she changed me. Once she was done she closed the crib and I took a nap. I woke up a bit later and I was allowed to leave. Since that time I have been trying to come up with excuses of why I cannot come in. Miss Eve usually gets her way though because of my secret diaper love. As I realized again where I was, standing there in front of the boxes of diapers, she asked again, “So are you gonna be a big helper for Mommy?” I hesitated for a second. “How about we make a deal?” she asked. “You help Mommy by trying on a couple of diapers, and if you can stay completely dry by the time we are done you will be free to go”. “Is that just for today?” I asked. “Nope, you won’t ever have to come see Mommy if you don’t want to”. “Ok, but what’s the other part of the deal?” unsure of why I even wished to know. “If during our fitting you have to use your diapy and you can’t stay dry, you will have to do whatever Mommy says, and come inside whenever I ask”. I swallowed nervously, and agreed. This is my chance, I thought, to stop allowing her to control me. Plus, I didn’t need to go to the bathroom so I shouldn’t have any trouble staying dry. She went into the kitchen, “Are you thirsty? I have some juice”. I kind of needed something to drink but I knew it couldn’t be too much. “Sure, I’ll have a little” I said and she brought me out a glass. I slowly drank as she started to open one of the boxes. She pulled back the flaps and that magical smell filled the room. She pulled out a diaper that looked very familiar and I’m pretty sure I had worn one before at her house. “Ok sweetie, come lay down for Mommy.” I did as I was told hoping this would be the last time. She pulled off my pants and underwear and slid the diaper under my bottom. She pulled the front up between my legs and taped both sides. “All done, now stand up so Mommy can see”. As I got to my feet I felt something. I had to go to the bathroom. I was determined to forget about the sensation and make it through this dry. I could feel her behind me grabbing, and pulling at the diaper to check the snugness. “Well those fit great!” she said gleefully. “Uh huh,” I commented holding back the pressure that was building inside. “Why don’t we go upstairs to try on the others, that way if they are ok, I can put them away now.” I wasn’t going to make it upstairs, but I couldn’t let her know. “Go on up and wait for me honey, Mommy will be up in a second to try on the next one”. I practically sprinted up the stairs to try and figure out what I should do. I looked for a place to hide but there was nothing. Finally I realized that I had no other option. I stood next to the crib and watched in the mirror as the back of my diaper started to stick out further and further. The smell immediately filled the room and I knew I was caught. After that I figured there was no point in hiding so I went potty too filling up my once dry diaper. I just stood there, waiting to face Mommy and accept my fate. The door slowly opened, and there she stood as the smell immediately gave me away. She slowly walked over to me and kneeled down so she was at eye level. “Do you have something to tell Mommy?” she asked. I nodded as I put my head down and started to suck my thumb. “And what would that be?” she asked. I pulled my thumb out and looked at her, “I made a poopy diaper”. “Yes, you did, just like a good boy, what a stinky poopy diapy,” she said happily. “From looking at the front I would say that diaper is anything but dry honey.” I nodded in agreement. “Well Mommy can definitely smell it, but let’s just be sure shall we?” She stood up and leaned over me. She took her hand and slowly but firmly smushed the back of the diaper spreading the warm mess all over me. Then she pulled the back away to peek. “My goodness” She said. “You weren’t able to stay dry” she said in a very tragic and disappointing tone. “I tried Mommy!” I explained. “I know you did, but since you couldn’t, Mommy will be in charge going forward. I think it’s time for your nap honey, can you be a big helper and get Mommy what she needs to change your stinky diaper?” “Yea” I said. “Good boy, I’m gonna need some wipes, some powder, and a fresh diaper, feel free to grab a new diaper out of the box” she said. “I thought those were for the boy you babysit” I replied. She smiled “Sweetie, that boy is you. I knew you couldn’t stay dry, so all of those wonderful diapers are yours, and Mommy will make sure they get used.” I went and grabbed the supplies she had requested. When I got back, she was sitting on the floor waiting for me. “What a good little helper, come to Mommy” as she patted the floor in front of her. “Since you did so good we are going to get you out of that messy thing right now.” I didn’t say anything. She laid me down and slowly pulled back the tapes. I started to suck my thumb and slowly fell asleep knowing that I would be staying here for quite some time.
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  7. Repost of an old story of mine. A DIAPERED DECISION by Cute Kitten The panty was peach silk decorated with sprawling, thin grey branches and reddish-pink cherry blossoms, looking like it was made from the silken scraps of a Japanese kimono. Iris fingered the smooth, expensive material as she brought it closer to the scissors in her other hand. Her slim fingers pulled the scissors open and slid the dainty cloth between the metal. "This is really it. No going back. I want this." She froze before she could cut the panty. The panty, no longer her panty. "Not mine. Not anymore." She rubbed the silk some more. They felt like a stranger's panties, not her own. So thin, so substantial. No protection whatsoever. She needed protection now. The thick, absorbent padding swaddling her crotch had all the comfort of an old friend. She had, in a way, always needed diapers- emotionally at least, had always been drawn to them. From a child who used to steal towels out of the bathroom cupboard and shoved them down her pants to a young college woman who bought crappy, cheap grocery store diapers and smuggled them into her dorm. Her love of diapers had always been with her. The older she got, the more she wore them and the more a part of her life they became, a source of psychological comfort that helped her cope better with the stress in her life. Now a college graduate with the first job in her career and first apartment all to herself, she had taken a hard, long look at her life before making a major decision. Iris lowered the scissors from the panty and ran her fingers over the smooth plastic shell of her thick diaper. The crotch was warm with fresh urine. It felt right and natural. This was who she was, who she had always been- a girl who wanted, needed diapers. Panties felt awkward and wrong to her. Always had, so she made the decision to do something about it, to right that wrong. Warm wetness trickled into her already wet diaper and spread around her crotch. "No regrets." She smiled to herself. Diapers were her underwear, a portable potty strapped to her waist 24/7. She had turned her psychological need physical. She no longer wanted to wear diapers; she had to wear them, or she would end up with wet pants. For the last several months, Iris had been diaper training herself. It was not a decision made lightly. She knew what the consequences, both good and bad, were. But it felt so right, so complete, that she did not care. She'd deal with whatever the results were from something that helped her be more comfortable with herself. Diaper training was not easy. Diapers, especially the premium ones she ordered online, were not cheap. She had to keep herself shaved to fight odor and guard against rashes. She had to learn to listen to her body, struggle to keep her sphincter muscles relaxed, to just go whenever she felt the need, no matter her diapered or undiapered state or what she was doing. She had had to train herself to wet her diaper, getting comfortable in all positions and situations, even embarrassing ones. If her diaper was saturated to the point of leaking, she still had to wet, leaks in public be damned. The more she kept at it, the easier it got as she fought to undo her potty training. Iris had reached the point in her diaper training journey where she was now dependent on diapers. She only realized she was wetting once she started to go and felt the thick, absorbent material grow warm and wet as she peed herself like a baby. Peeing took her by surprise and her bladder capacity had shrunk. "When was the last time I even sat on a toilet? Or wore these?" Iris fingered the panties with one hand and rubbed her diaper with the other. She couldn't even remember the last time the skin of her derriere plunked down on the cold porcelain of a toilet. Now, that almost seemed unnatural. Her diapers had truly become a part of her. She should cut up the panties she hadn't worn in months to symbolize her determination to stay diapered. She stared down at the scissors laying at her side, then to the panties she still held. She put her feet through the leg holes, standing up then pulling the panties up over her legs. Her diaper crinkled as she moved. The bulky padding forced her legs apart. The silk of the panty stretched wide once it encountered the bulge of the diaper and her spread hips. She tugged the tiny panty up into place with a grunt. A small but noisy fart slipped out of her and she wondered if she was going to mess herself. Iris paused in her pulling to rub her stomach. She didn't feel like a bowel movement was imminent. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip, chewing as she poked at her crinkly, padded backside. Still nice and dry, not wet or messy yet, though she knew soon enough that would change- that was just part of the new life she had chosen. She went back to tugging on the panties, compelled to put them on over her diaper. She wasn't ready to say goodbye to them, not just yet. She knew she should let go of them; she could never wear them. It was diapers and diapers only for her, yet a small part of her latched o to those panties and she could not figure out why. With another grunt and another fart, she yanked the panty into place over her bulging diaper and felt a small trickle of warmth spurt out as she stood fully up. She had paid quite a bit of money for the panties from some designer lingerie boutique. They were itty bitty hip huggers. Hardly anything to them; they barely fit over the bottom part of her enormous and monstrously thick diaper. Iris caught sight of herself in the full length bedroom mirror and giggled. "I look ridiculous." She stared down at the length of thick white padding bulging out of the tiny silk. Any normal woman would have felt ridiculous in the diaper, but Iris felt ludicrous in the panty. She ran her hands over the strange combination covering her private parts. The panty was soft and slick under her fingertips as she rubbed her crotch then her hand glided up. The diaper's plastic crinkled underneath her touch, calling to her. Her fingers skimmed over the smooth plastic, all the way up her belly until they hit into the rough tabs. She tapped the tabs, smiling down at her diaper and felt yet another tiny spurt of pee, as if her bladder was subconsciously affirming her choice. It seemed to dribble constantly so she was rarely dry anymore. She patted her wet diaper then shimmied the stretched-out panty off her slim legs and huge diaper. As she moved, the diaper crinkled loudly. Her heavily diaper-cream coated cheeks slid against each other and felt almost as if she'd messed herself. Iris stared down at the panty. "You aren't for me anymore, but you're still too pretty to cut." She knew she should cut up her drawer full of panties, to fully mentally commit to her diaper training, but try as she might, she just could not bring herself destroy them. They were from her old life, and she could no longer wear them….but they were like pretty souvenirs from a trip. She had willingly and happily moved to Diaper Island, but she still wanted a few mementos from her sojourn in Potty Land. She had already cleaned out her closet, getting rid of clothes that would no longer fit over her huge diapers. It was one of the first things she had done when she decided to make diapers her new underwear permanently. Her short shorts that easily showed off her diaper bulge, or skirts and dresses that were so short they showed off her diaper, all had gone to resale shops and charity. Gone too were her comfortable yet tight yoga pants, which showed off her butt in all its excessively padded glory. She had gone shopping for new, diaper-concealing pants, shorts, and dresses. All of which was also, inadvertently, more modest. "This was a waste of time." She shrugged and tossed the panty back into the cardboard box with her other panties. She saw no reason to cut them up- she was already committed to her diapered life. The wet diaper around her waist, the diaper cream and tons of sweet smelling baby powder were evidence enough of that. She put the lid back on the box and shoved it back under her bed, where she had placed it months ago when she started her diaper training. Then, she had tried to cut her old panties up and had not been able to do it. She hadn't been completely sure she would stick with her un-potty training and still had panties as a choice, wanted them as a safety net and back up plan. She had tried numerous times after that as her bladder grew weaker and weaker and she needed her diapers more and more. Now….Iris patted the front of her wet diaper. Now, she had no choice. Her old underwear were just pretty momentos. She had no regrets. The phone rang and she waddled off to answer it, thick diaper crinkling noisily all the way, the new soundtrack of her diapered life.
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  8. Let's see - this is a complete story, but I'm only giving it to you a chapter at a time. Does that make me the Grinch, or is it in the spirit of the holiday? Well, either way, here's the first one. Hope you enjoy! Ornaments 1 Gina blushed as they walked toward the entrance of the mall, clutching Daddy's arm tightly. She couldn't believe she'd let him talk her into this. Under her heavy overcoat, under the long skirt she wore, was one of the Tranquility ATN's he'd been putting on her at home during the day on occasion, what he referred playfully to as her “little-girl panties”. At home, they made her feel little, playful, and very affectionate toward Daddy, much the same way the much thicker Drynite 24/7's made her feel at bedtime. She'd even gotten somewhat used to wetting them, though she was very fussy about being changed immediately after. But here, now, in spite of all the layers of clothes, Gina could hear the rustle. And she was quite certain everyone in the mall would be able to hear it too. But Daddy said they needed to go shopping for an ornament, something to celebrate their first Christmas together, and he hadn't given Gina any time to think about what she was wearing before he helped her put her overcoat on and whisked her out the door. By the time it sank in what was happening, it was much too late to protest. Daddy was very strict about Gina wearing panties of some sort at all time. It was a bad habit she used to have before she met him, going commando, and during the week, when they were apart, she had to send Daddy a picture of her in the panties she chose each day before going to “school”, and then show him that she still had them on when they video chatted in the evening. She actually enjoyed those little show-and-tell moments, and she suspected Daddy did as well. A cold gust of wind bit their cheeks, and they quickened their pace. It was such a relief when they passed through the air curtain and into the warmth of the food court. “So, where shall we start our search?” Daddy asked. “Um...” Gina was trying not to fixate on her underwear, but it wasn't working very well. “How about Justice?” His sly smile gave away his real intent there. There was only one reason ever to go to Justice, and that was to add to Gina's growing collection of very little-girly hair accessories, barrettes, headbands, and other oddities that just made the 42-year-old look that much more like a 3-year-old when she looked in the mirror after Daddy dressed her on the weekends. Not that Gina didn't enjoy the heck out of it. She loved feeling little, and looking the part just pulled her that much deeper into her little-space. “Daddy, there's no ornaments in there!” It was a distraction, and it was helping. She had to give him that. “There aren't? Well where do you think we could find some?” “Macy's has a whole Christmas section, Daddy!” “Ah yes, I seem to recall it right near the little girl's section. Perhaps we can find you something pretty to wear while we're there?” “Daddy! We're supposed to be shopping for ornaments, not baby clothes!” Being five feet tall and very slender made for constant awkward moments whenever they were near girls' clothes, since she could easily fit a girls' 14, and routinely wore girls' size 12 jeans because of how tiny her ass was. “Well then by all means, let's go shopping!” Daddy playfully swatted her on the bottom, redirecting her attention right back to the thick padding hidden underneath those clothes. No girls' size 12 jeans were fitting over her current underwear, that was for certain. She blushed deeply as they began to make their way through the crowds, his hand on the small of her back. They didn't go straight to Macy's, though. They wound up stopping at Justice, where she found the absolute cutest little headband with a cluster of pink flowers over the top. And they stopped at Hallmark, to look at their little ornament offerings. There were lots of adorable ones there, and she would have bought them all just because they were so cute, but nothing really said “Daddy and babygirl,” especially not for this, their first Christmas together. They stopped at Bath and Body Works too, just because she loved smelling all the smells, not to mention watching Daddy cringe at all the smells. Lobbying for a rather expensive gift pack got her what she really wanted, which was a bottle of “Sea Foam Cotton” scented body wash she'd been lusting after for weeks. Then the inevitable happened. She had to pee. She was sure this little shopping trip would be done and over before she had to face this. The worst part was, her body almost betrayed her right away, as relaxed as she'd become wearing diapers and wetting them over those few months. But she couldn't do that, not here! People would see! They'd know she was peeing herself! Everyone would know! And what if it leaked?! She'd be mortified! Everyone in the mall would laugh at her, with pee in her socks! She froze stock-still right at the entrance to Macy's, feeling the heat fill her face, and her knees buckled in not very subtle fashion. “What's wrong, princess?” Daddy whispered. “I gotta go pee, Daddy!” she whispered back, her voice trembling. “So what's stopping you?” “I don't wanna do it here! Everyone will see!” “Everyone will see right through your overcoat and under your dress and watch you pee in your pampers?” “No, they'll see my potty-face, and they'll know what I'm doing!” “And you really think all these people are going to stop and pay attention to you instead of worrying about what they're here to do, which is go Christmas shopping? Close enough attention to recognize that someone they've never met looks like she might be going tinkle in the middle of the store instead of the bathroom?” “No, but...” “But you're just being silly, then. Come on, let's go find a pretty ornament for the tree.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him in a side hug, kissing her forehead. And that was that. Daddy had issued the verdict, and she knew making a scene would be far more humiliating here and now, not to mention painful later over Daddy's knee, than what was about to happen. They moved through the store, him setting a brisk pace that forced her to abandon any attempt to clench. Within minutes she was leaking, and the heat rose up into her face as she stared at the escalator stairs in front of her. They stepped on, and she finished her business, the swollen warm mass between her legs simultaneously comforting and teasing her. She wanted a change. Even at home, she hated sitting in a wet diaper very long. Didn't matter how meticulous Daddy was about putting cream and powder down there to make her feel dry, that was still her pee, and it was still wrapped around her waist, and she wanted out of it. But a change now would mean trudging all the way back out to the truck in this cold weather, not to mention the mortal fear of some passerby catching a glimpse while Daddy changed her in the back of the truck. And there was no way Daddy was going to just let her take it off and dispose of it in the ladies' room. Little girls needed to be wearing panties, that's all there was to it. And then she saw it. There, hanging on the fake tree set up in the Christmas department, she saw it. The most perfect ornament for their first Christmas together. She reached out and picked it up by the string. “Oh Daddy. It's perfect...” Wet diaper was forgotten. Shame and embarrassment was forgotten. The crowd was forgotten. All else ceased to exist but her, and Daddy, and the perfect little ornament. He smiled broadly and pulled her close to him. “It's adorable. Just like you, babygirl. A perfect ornament for our first Christmas tree together. Good girl!” Her toes curled involuntarily, and pleasant little electric shocks shuddered up and down her spine, as they always did when he said those two words... ---- Gina smiles as she hangs it on the tree, right at eye level, right in the front, right where it belongs. Their very first Christmas together, commemorated with a little girl, head full of blonde curls, snuggled up in a red blanket with white fur trim at the base of a beautiful Christmas tree. “Baby girl's first Christmas,” it read on the placard below. She takes a long look at it, and a sigh escapes her lips. She reaches back down into the box...
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  9. Chapter 6: The Apprentice Game Linnea's skin was blue again, but most of it was covered by Apprentice robes. The robes and the hat used to be Amber's, and it took quite a while to find them in her closet. She cast a shrinking spell so they would fit Linny's adult form. The demon girl was ecstatic; her tail waved side to side. She wasn't supposed to act so brashly, but Amber let this one slide. "This is called the Apprentice Game," Amber told her. Everything was a game to Amber. She loved stacking the odds in her favor and she almost never lost. "Once your familiar duties for the day are done, you can dress like this and you will be treated as a human apprentice. Understand?" In most living situations, this would cause a problem. High ranking witches usually had towers in the Keep. There was a whole floor for Apprentices. Communal living was the best way to put it. But Amber lived alone, in a large house at the edge of the district. It was expensive, but she enjoyed her privacy. Until Linnea, Amber had always been a loner. Linny felt exhausted, but her heart was soaring. She had worked herself to the bone that day, scrubbing every hidden corner and crevice, polishing every trinket in the study, and cooking not one but three different batches of sugary, fruit-filled pastries. She had collapsed on the floor when the last one was done, laying on a very particular rubber mat so her sweat didn't corrode anything. But the moment the door had opened and Amber returned, Linnea rushed to her side and greeted her witch, her owner, the center of her entire universe. And now she stood in the robes, the most beautiful, glorious clothing she had ever worn, and she beamed. She stared up at Amber, her eyes shining and full of hope, her tail thrashing behind her without her even realizing it. She bounced slightly on the balls of her feet as she looked to the mirror, then back to Amber, back and forth and back and forth, hardly believing. Human Apprentices are basically familiars, she thought, so this shouldn't be hard at all! "How may I serve you now, Miss Amber? How do we play this game?" she asked eagerly. "You are appropriately attired, as I instructed?" Amber asked, and watched as her charge's cheeks burned in embarrassment. She was wearing not only one diaper, but three. The first two had been cut down the middle, from the hole where her tail poked through, between the legs, and up to the front waistband. The third and final one barely fit over the others - a safe, protective outer layer. Linny's shameful waddling was mostly hidden by the huge robes, but she was still vary aware of her situation. She had never been in so many diapers before. "I asked you a question, Linny. Apprentices always respond to their witches in a timely and honest fashion." "I'm so sorry, Miss Amber," Linny blushed, shifting uncomfortably. Her feet needed to be wider than shoulder-width for her to stand, which made her seem a little shorter than usual. Her bottom protruded slightly, even in the loose robes. She knew that no one else would see her like this - familiars often teased one another based on the thickness of their diapers, and if Dove and Patch saw her like this, she'd no longer be the leader of their little group for sure... then again, she was wearing Apprentice robes. With permission. She focused, wrapping her tail around her left leg even as the tip twitched furiously. She reached back and slapped the thick padding of her diaper through the robes, eliciting a dull thud from the massive diaper, shifting her hips back and forth so they crinkled - the signal to her owner that she was well-padded. It was how Amber had trained her, a smack and a crinkle... just the way she liked it. Linny's her cheeks flushed blue. "Three diapers, Miss Amber," she squeaked, really wanting to focus on the human part of the game rather than her diapers. "Just as you instructed." She desperately wanted to ask why she was in triple padding. She knew that human Apprentices didn't wear diapers at all, let alone the soft, massive bulk she had taped on. She could barely walk correctly from the thickness. Apprentices always seemed so dignified, so cool and together, and Linny... really didn't feel cool or dignified at all. But hers was not the place to ask, it was the place to obey. Even Apprentices had to obey their Mentor unquestioningly. "I'm going to teach you the basics of magic. Put your hands out like this." Amber rested her arms at full length, palms out, and the air around her hands began to glow a brilliant red. It sparkled and swirled and was utterly magnificent. But Amber knew that no matter how desperately the young demon tried, she wouldn't be able to do mimic the act. "By channeling your magic into your hands, you can begin casting spells. See?" She swirled her index finger in the air and drew a sigil. Amber was an excellent witch and she knew most of the sigils by memory. But today, just to be sure, she looked up this particular one in her spellbook. She wanted this done correctly. "Once you cast a spell, you can apply it." Amber bent down and moved the folds of Linnea's robes, exposing her mass of thick diapers. She ran her red fingertips along Linnea's thigh and pushed the sigil into her blue skin. It would burn, but only for a moment. Bracing herself for the pain, Linnea stood as instructed, her palms raised as the robes were brushed aside. She felt the sigil sear her flesh, felt the magic enter her blood, binding her spirit. The shapebind was itchy, like a rough sweater on the soul - constant, omnipresent. She had worn the shapebind for years for Miss Amber. She hoped this one wouldn't last nearly as long. She never slept in her Big Linnea form, she always slept as Little Linny - if the seal was still there at bedtime... It was the shapebind that kept her in the cat form all those years ago. She shifted ever so slightly under its itch, jingling the bell on her collar, hidden under the robes. She had thought that Amber would never lift the transfiguration seal, that she would live her entire life as her pet cat, a conduit for complicated spells, her eyes in remote places, and an occasional source of demon blood. When the binding had been lifted, she had forgotten how to be Linnea... the collar was a remnant from those days of confusion, it was a constant comfort and being without it pitched her into the arms of an intense anxiety. A tiny fear pricked the back of her mind that she wouldn't get to be Little Linny again... it wouldn't be worth being an Apprentice in that case. Linny couldn't imagine anything that would be worth giving up the warm, cuddly arms of her owner, or the feeling of comfort as she slept at the feet of the most special person in the whole world. And yet... some small part of her, some forbidden voice, wanted to succeed at being an Apprentice. It was forbidden, taboo... but what if? What if she could? What if she could be Amber's daughter for real, what if she could learn some witch magic to transform herself into a human for real, for good. Would Amber love her more? It was a heady fantasy, and her mind swam in the possibility. "Begin," Amber's soft voice jarred her, snapped her out of her blasphemous thoughts. She held her palms aloft and found her magic, focused on the way it felt when she was a conduit, when Amber channeled power through her, when she was filled with witch-magic and not just her own demon blood. She found that spark deep within her and coaxed it, trying fervently to bring it to the surface - not to use it to change her body, but to manifest it with light and energy the way a witch did. She knew the difference between real witch magic and her own demon cantrips; their magic was true, pure, powerful. Hers was limited, small... but if she could follow those same paths through herself, channel it as Amber did... But it wouldn't come. She tried until she was sweating, her tail loose from around her and hanging low, the tip dragging on the ground. No matter how she focused, how she tried, she couldn't make the smallest light in her palm. Not like Miss Amber. Her owner would be disappointed. And that broke Linnea's heart. Already, beads of sweat were forming on Linny's forehead. Amber walked around her with a bright smile; she was taking it so seriously! But the laws of the universe were not bent by concentration. Linnea was a demon - this was impossible for her. But that didn't mean the game was over. Amber could have her fun. "When you can manifest your magic, it will react negatively with my own." Amber used red magic. She wondered, if Linnea could properly cast a spell, what kind of magic would she have? There were six colors of magic - and she couldn’t imagine Linny having any of them. "When our magicks touch, they will dispel each other. That's the basis of the simplest spell. Do you understand?" Linnea looked nervously up at Amber with those gorgeous blue eyes and nodded her head. Bright like the sky. Deep like the sea. Amber could get lost in Linnea's eyes, get lost her in her radical show of emotion. This was what made the games worth playing. Red ribbons laced under Linny's arms, around her ankles, behind her knees, and pulled her up into the air, breaking her concentration. Linny stared, dumbfounded and confused, as she was bound midair, suspended from the ceiling. The apprentice robes flitted open, exposing the woman's bare breasts, her ever-present collar, and her very thick diapers. No matter how much Linny struggled and kicked, she could do little more than rock back and forth. And with the seal on her thigh, she couldn't shapeshift out of this one. "Dispel my ribbons and you win. But if your diapers leak on the carpet, you lose." Linnea gaped at the challenge. I can't manifest event the smallest sparkle, she lamented to herself. How am I supposed to break the bonds of the most special, most powerful witch ever!? She saw the glint in Amber's eyes; this was a human thing. Humans needed to feel superior... they were superior in every way, but they still needed to feel it. Amber was bigger, stronger, faster, and smarter - Linnea was her pet for a reason. Which meant this game, like many in the past, was Miss Amber asserting her dominance. Linny had it the easiest of all her friends - when Patch's witch Miss Alizon got this way, she'd make the poor fae transform to her smallest self and dance on the palms of whoever was around. That form was private, special... demons didn't have an equivalent, but Patch did not like obeying that command. It was going to take a long time to leak through the triple diaper and that eye-twinkle meant that Amber knew it. "Since you are indisposed, I will be preparing us dinner," Amber declared. Linny managed to hide her grimace - Amber was the best at everything ever... except cooking. Linny did all the cooking, so Amber did not have the practice. If she was lucky, her witch would magic up some food or order something, but her hopes were not high. Once Miss Amber had left the room Linny sighed, dangling upside-down helplessly with her arms outstretched. Demons had no heart, she had no risk of her blood "rushing" anywhere in her body the way humans did, each segment of her form was responsible for moving the blood to the next segment... so she could hang there indefinitely. She wished she could control her bladder like a human so she could force herself to wet - but that was impossible for a demon. That's why demons wore diapers in the first place. After twenty minutes, the diaper felt warm and wet... but was nowhere even close to leaking. She focused again, touching her spark-place again and trying to draw it forth. Maybe if I... she pursed her lips tight as she focused, trying to transform just her fingertips, trying to push all her magical energy there.... "I did it, I did it!" Linny sounded too happy, too excited. It was impossible that the demon had escaped without cheating, she had no reason to sound so joyous. She was ruining the game. Amber stood in the doorway with annoyance. She had left for only an hour, but she expected Linny to behave differently. This false idea that she could perform real magic... Amber sighed and put down the tray on the edge of her desk before stepping over to her confined concubine. "You did, did you? Then why are you still tied up?" "I... well, it didn't do it all the way." Linny deflated. "That's not how it works, Linny. If you dispel the ribbons, they disappear. So you did not dispel the ribbons." Amber plucked the ribbon to make her point. "And I don't like when you lie to me." All of the air left Linny at once as her heart broke in two. "Lie?" she asked softly, her eyes struggling against tearing up. She fought it back; she wasn't in the thrall of the human transformation potion now, she couldn't cry in front of her owner. "Miss Amber," she squeaked, "I didn't lie... I made a spark. It was shiny and it went through the ribbon... it moved so I don't know where the hole is, but it really did..." "Why are you being such a bad girl?" Amber asked, clearly annoyed. Demons couldn't wield magic, it was unimaginable - they had been slaves and pets for hundreds of years and no demon had managed even a spark. The familiar hadn't even spun a credible lie. She scanned the twisting, moving ribbons for a hole... but of course found none. "Perhaps this game was a bad idea." Linny winced as though she had been struck. She never heard those words. She was a good girl, she was always a good girl. Patch was a bad girl sometimes, Dove was a bad girl sometimes, but never Linny. She had seen her friends scolded and punished for backtalk, misdeeds, and mischief... but this was the first time in years that Amber had looked at her and told her that she was bad. "I'm sorry," Linnea said softly, defeated. She had felt so sure that she had seen the spark… but it could have been wishful thinking. She wanted it so badly... Amber gestured with one hand, commanding a chair to slide across the room to her before sitting and resting the food tray in her lap. She grabbed Linny by the robes and pulled her closer to the ground, the ribbons still holding her aloft, and squeezed the front of her diaper. It was barely wet. She wasn't used to Linny trying her patience with a game. Amber didn't want to stop playing, but she never thought Linny would make something up like this. Hm. Amber took a moment to think about and finally settled on one truth: if Amber got to play, why couldn't Linny play her own way? "Well, Linny. If you say you did, then you did. But remember, the game is to dispel the ribbons, which you haven't done. So you haven't won yet." Amber took a spoonful of mushed peas and lifted it up to the helpless girl's mouth. Linny grimaced. "Oh, don't be so scared! I seasoned them myself." That seemed to distress Linny further. "Now open wide. Say ahhhh." "Ahhh.... " Peas. It smelled like peas. But they didn't even have any mashed peas in the pantry... which meant Miss Amber had mashed them on purpose. Linny liked peas... but hated mashed peas. The texture was all wrong, it was awful. She hovered upside-down - held by the shimmering ribbons - and opened her mouth, accepting the awful bite of the hated food. Two days in a row, green beans yesterday and now peas. "Thank you, Miss Amber," Linnea shuddered as she swallowed the bite, feeling the food move upward - toward her upside-down stomach. The sensation was as strange as the mushy vegetable was awful. But still, she thanked her owner like a good girl, just as she was trained, and opened her mouth for the next horrible bite. The peas were followed by spoonfuls of sherbet: one of Linny's favorite treats. A reward for acting like a good girl and eating her food. Of course, all that food would wind up in her diaper sooner or later. It would be a long night for poor Linny. Amber put aside the clear plates and pulled out something else: something new. A baby bottle. Linny used sippy cups in her child form, but bottles were not the same. Bottles were slow, tedious, agonizing things. And the warm milk would only make Linny sleepy and pliable. "Here you are, my darling. Oh, but..." Amber paused, holding the bottle in front of her charge's face. "You can't hold it, can you? Mm... I suppose I'll just have to feed you. Didn't I seal you as an adult? You sure don't act like it." Linnea lit up at the bottle. Dove loved hers, her witch Miss Morgan would spend upwards of an hour feeding her, holding her in her arms and cradling her small form. She had shared the memory with Linny and Patch and they all cherished it together. She knew she should be embarrassed at her teasing, but she had secretly been hoping for this very thing. Anything to get closer to Miss Amber. A second-hand memory was never as good as the real thing, and she opened her mouth eagerly for the nipple of the bottle. She wished she could be in Amber's arms for this rather than bound by the ribbons, but she would take what she could get. A good familiar never complained. She suckled greedily at the nipple, the milk was warm and creamy and felt so strange traveling upward toward her insides. It tasted better than Dove's memory and she focused, savoring this moment so she could share it with her best friends. The taste of the milk, the rhythm of the bottle, the feeling of Amber's gentle love. Linny relaxed, her diaper warming above her in the air, without a care as Amber doted on her in a way she would never deserve.
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  10. My diaper is so thick, when I wear yellow plastic panties people yell TAXI! My diaper is so thick, I don't need the internet because it's already worldwide!
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  11. Part 3 Stephan wept as Shagufta helped him down the flight of stairs and into an empty room where she could administer some first aid to his badly burned hand. There was a brief discussion about whether to call an ambulance but he said he’d be OK once the initial shock and pain had died down. She bandaged his inflamed extremity and then set about helping Oskar pack all the equipment away. Stephan was exhausted from the event. Normally, Ian would have followed with the camera and got a blow by blow account of what happened; his feelings and any conclusions. On this occasion it had been all too real and Ian thought it best to let his partner rest before the debriefing and get some extra scene-setter shots to go with the startling (and scary) visuals they already had. # In daylight, when they’d reconnoitred the Hall the upstairs was a mixture of remains and repair. Some of the burned-out rooms had been reconstructed, whilst the West side of the building had hardly been touched by the inferno. Clarkenwell’s own history had been recorded in several books which stated that reconstruction of the Hall’s upper (East side) rooms had commenced three months after they’d been destroyed by fire. Boris Cassell had wanted to return the building back to its former glory as a memoriam to his lost family. According to the archives the repair work was dogged by problems with workers quitting after only a few days labour. Only half of what needed reparation was ever completed, whilst Boris made the West Side his main living area. After the accident he was confined, much to his constant anger and fear, to the bedroom where, according to the history books: ‘...unable to walk, his body crushed and feeble, he complained that his nurses were playing tricks and hurting him with “cold barbs and suffocating pillows” however, it’s where he spent the final few months of his life’. # Stephan lay out on a dilapidated old chaise lounge nursing the injury. He clutched the bandaged and throbbing hand against his chest and tried breathing exercises to relieve some of the pain. Although he knew he’d been through a traumatic experience he urgently wanted to finish the investigation. However, as he lay there trying desperately to fight the memory of what had just happened... well... not to fight it but to make sense of it he could feel his body erupting in sweat. His clothes felt clammy and became reacquainted with the mess in his biblical layers of protection. He was alone when he noticed a small girl come wandering up to him. She must have only been a toddler, around two or three years old and dressed for bed. Her white lace and cotton nightie ballooned out around the thick bundle of fabric which was obviously her night time nappy. At first, because of the pain, he thought the hallucination was in his head but realised he had his eyes open. The small, nervous child stopped at his injured hand and touched it. “Sowwy.” Stephan was stunned but knew this was more than a mental manifestation and clicked on his body-cam. “Hello... who are you?” He queried. The girl looked nervous and quite unsteady on her feet. “Mmmm... mmm... you wan-a pway?” Stephan’s body was chilled and thrilled all at the same time. Who was this delightful child and why was she here. Perhaps she was one of the family? Of course... maybe the missing baby girl Dorothy. Despite her age she was able to communicate in her own childish manner which had Stephan mesmerised. “Yes I’d love to pway... play... (he corrected) what’s your name... Dorothy?” “Dorwy.” She smiled back with a nod. “Okay Dolly, what do you want to play?” She reached for his injured hand and held it. Her tiny hand was ice cold but the pain disappeared and he was led to a space between the window and the chaise lounge. He could see phantom dolls and teddy bears set in a circle around a child’s tea service. “Tea,” he smiled at the happy little toddler, “How wonderful.” # Ian could hear a voice coming from the closed room. He knew Stephan was resting in there but wondered who he was talking to as the others were taking equipment out to the van. He quietly opened the door but could see no one although the conversation continued, except, he could only hear Stephan’s responses to it. “What happened to your family...? Tears welled up in the little girls eyes. “Fire came... all gone.” Thinking quickly Stephan asked. “Who saved you?” “Nanny... she wen’ back for Caffy an’ Daisy...” The conversation went on though Ian only caught a bit of it but when he peeked over the chaise lounge all he could see was Stephan sat on the floor and talking to himself. He was also making movements with his hand as if drinking from a delicate cup... like a Duchess at a tea party. Ian shouldered his camera, pressed record and silently watched his husband in dialogue with someone or something, at that moment he didn’t know who or what. All he barely made out was a small, soft, shimmering, almost out of focus patch next to Stephan. The other thing that was apparent was the smell, there was absolutely no doubt about the scare the presenter had suffered – Stephan’s protecting nappy was full. # Over the four series and the many strange encounters, this last project was proving the most challenging. Clarkenwell Hall, for all the mystery and folklore that surrounded it was pulling them in and trying to tell its own story... or so it seemed. However, something had got in the way and an evil, controlling entity... perhaps that which had orchestrated the phantom fire and injured Stephan wasn’t playing that game. However, Ian watched as the show’s presenter talked slowly and affectionately to an unseen presence. From what he was saying he gathered it must be a child and the word ‘Bobo’ kept being repeated by Stephan. Ian wondered if he was actually talking to a haunted teddy bear called Bobo but he could see from the angle of the shot he was taking, so engrossed in the conversation, Badger was oblivious the camera was there. In the view-finder the cameraman detected the tell-tale glimmering shadows that sometimes the less sensitive could pick up. He saw that it was a very small shadow which confirmed his opinion that the ghostly visitor was indeed a child. # “Bloody hell it smells in here.” Shagufta exclaimed as she entered the room. “Everything’s packed... can we get out of this place...” She realised that Ian was filming something and was stunned into silence... unfortunately the moment was blown. Stephan looked up and for the first time became aware of the camera pointing at him. “Ohhh... did you see her?” He smiled up at Ian hopefully. He nodded. When Stephan looked back nothing was there and he sighed. “There’s more... there’s loads, loads more...” He looked down the lens of the camera. “Clarkenwell Hall has mystified the local community for over a hundred and twenty years.” He held up his throbbing bandaged hand and whispered. “There have been lies, betrayal and murder within these walls.” There was a low groan as if the building itself was commenting. Stephan took a second to re-focus. “There is so much more to tell...” He looked down at his injured hand. “What else... does this place... have in store?” Pause “Cut.” # “She wasn’t scared of me... I know it sounds stupid but... it was as if she wanted us to be here.” The filming had stopped yet Stephan was trying to explain to Ian just how he felt about the visitor. Ian was helping his partner change, Shagufta had been correct; it really did stink in that room so an urgent trade in disposables was needed. He’d already explained about Dolly and her childish interpretation of what happened during the blaze. He could tell from her shy demeanour that there were other secrets that needed telling but she just didn’t know how. Like Ian, Stephan assumed that Bobo was her favourite teddy bear and wondered why that inanimate object was so important. There again, nothing about this place was normal and has had already been witnessed there was more to Clarkenwell Hall than just bricks and mortar. Stephan’s injured hand meant that he needed help in getting his trousers off, the industrial strength rubber pants down and his double disposables, which were in a terrible state, slung into something that could contain bio-hazard material. Over recent years both men had learned to appreciate the intimacy of having their nappies changed by the other. They loved it. Thankfully, on this occasion, Ian’s stomach was made of sterner stuff and cleaned his partner up with barely a heave or threatened upchuck. He got through a mass of scented wipes, which were needed both to clean the presenter up and also add a slightly better atmosphere to the room. Stephan looked searchingly at a very serious and intent looking cameraman. Then he smiled as the mentholated wipes were stroked over his balls and penis. “Mmmm that’s really...mmm nice and...” His mind quickly snapped back from the pleasure he was feeling to what had happened. “There is a secret here... Dolly couldn’t explain much but I suspect the fire was no accident. She said her mama and papa were asleep; they couldn’t rouse them when the fire broke out...” He toyed with the information he had so far. “No there’s definitely a bigger story here... and I think the place is being silenced by whatever injured my hand.” Ian dragged a couple of pre-folded disposables from the large plastic package, straightened them out and placed two under his lover’s bum. Once he had them taped together he wriggled a pair of ultra-thick pink plastic pants up Stephan’s legs and over the bulk. “Let’s hope that keeps everything in place for the time being.” Ian exhaled noisily; it had been quite a job cleaning him up. But now, seeing his husband in bulky, shiny and his favourite, pink protection he was happier the day was over. It was as if Stephan hadn’t noticed his fresh clean padding. “We have to continue filming tomorrow...” Ian smiled and slapped the shiny padded crotch in front of him. “But we don’t have permission for a second day... or night... “ “I think once they see the images we have... the owners will be only too keen on letting us have more time to investigate... besides, I promised Dolly.” # Oskar sent a thirty second video file and a request for an extension to continue their investigation to the owners. Within thirty minutes they had secured agreement for them to take “...as long as you need”, they also congratulated them on what they described as securing “pure dynamite”. The multi-national that now owned Clarkenwell Hall saw their charity drive to restore the Gothic mansion as a far easier sell once this explosive ghost story hit the airwaves. Despite his eagerness to ‘just get on with it’ Stephan was taken back to the hotel and ordered by his partner to rest for what remained of the night. Ian didn’t like to admit it but although there was the fire of excitement in Stephan’s eyes he could also see the draining effect it was having. The two very rarely argued about anything but the cameraman had to be firm in getting Badger stripped down to his nappy and into bed. As he cuddled his sleeping lover he detected a somnambulistic tremble throughout his body. The night’s events had taken quite a toll on the young presenters psyche. Trying to calm the involuntary shaking he stroked his sweating body; the huge slippery plastic bulge of his nappy the only area that seemed pleasant and welcoming to touch. Ian eventually fell asleep hugging him tightly hoping to pacify whatever now possessed his quivering husband. # Dolly pushed herself up from the tea party and waddled unsteadily towards the window, which disappeared and she found herself in the garden. It was dark and the sweet innocent little thing was scared being out alone but still tentatively moved forward, her thick nappy not helping her progress. The dark garden was full of shapes and shadows, each plant casting a jagged outline that could so easily have been a monster. Dolly nervously advanced stopping as she was unsure where the pathway led. She looked back and could see the house in flames, confused she wasn’t sure what to do and, not quite looking where she was going, tripped and fell right in front of the family crypt. Tears formed and she didn’t want to move forward but felt compelled to crawl away from the noisy and encroaching inferno. After a great deal of effort her tiny hands had pulled her forward to the garden well where both her mother and nanny had dropped in coins and told her to make a wish. Those happy feelings and loving experiences suddenly darkened and the tiny frightened little girl felt a dark oppressive intruding blackness. She was scared though she didn’t know by what. However, her childish bladder couldn’t contain itself and, as she filled her nappy, let out a huge frightened cry. It was what woke both of them up. # Sweating and terrified Stephan woke up to find himself filling his own nappy whilst being reassured by his husband. “Sssshhhh, don’t worry... you’re safe...” The scream had come from so deep within Stephan it was hard to believe he hadn’t woken the entire hotel. His heart was pounding and he struggled for breath as Ian held him tenderly but securely. Meanwhile, as his groin was engulfed in the warm golden flow, his body shook as he tried to make sense of this distressing nightmare. “I, I, er, I was there...” He stuttered trying to get his breathing under control. “I followed Dol... erm... um.. no... I actually was Dolly.” Ian shushed him some more desperately wanting a calmness before Stephan continued. His nappy full and resting in Ian’s arms he was eventually able to relax a little and piece together what the chilling dream had revealed. “I think... in fact I’m sure... the garden holds the answer.” Stephan was already out of bed and looking for his clothes. “Hold it. Just hold on a moment. First, just take a few minutes to hold me and calm down.” Ian reached out his hand to pull his partner back into bed. He patted the swamped disposable. “And you ain’t going anywhere until I get you changed and into something dry.” He looked with love into Stephan’s eyes. “I think it’s going to be an emotional day so... I’m going to take great pleasure in making sure your cute little tush is well and truly protected.” Both men hugged each other as their slinky vinyl pants pressed together in a loving embrace. For the moment Clarkenwell Hall would have to wait... there was other business to attend to first. # tbc #
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  12. I enjoyed your story thanks for writing it. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
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  13. Yeah, this is pretty much the reason. Again, we go into this a little more in the future. There are guys in Amulette, but they don't have magic. So "when Marigold charmed her with the truth spell, it entered her like she was nothing more than a male" is just another analogy for a non-magic-user. Because her magic defenses were heavily diminished. To be honest, I really prefer writing men as weaker or less powerful than women. Not because I hate men, but because 1.) women need a medium in which to be shown as strong and I like providing that, and 2.) men need a medium in which to be shown as weak and that being okay, and I like providing that. It's not fair that the history of media makes men out to be heroes and women to be damsels. It diminishes women and sets unrealistic expectations for men. So turning that trope around is always enjoyable to me. That's why I usually write soft boys like Call and Kit.
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  14. Clearly if the OP was comfortable sharing her incontinence with her in laws then she would have not asked for help on ways to be discreet. It honestly is not hard to wear diapers discreetly around family. My father lives six hours away and we routinely visit him with our family for a couple of days. Since I am diapered permanently that means I am diapered at his house. Usually one entire bag or suitcase is dedicated to my diaper supplies which I generally keep locked at all times. I bring my diaper bag into his house just as if it is a suitcase full of clothes. No one knows the difference and no one has any inkling it is filled with diapers. I will say always make sure you have packed enough diapers. I respectful disagree with the above member because I believe extras should always be packed because you just never know. This will eliminate the need to have to search for a quality diaper in an area unknown to you. Since you are incontinent I imagine you wear diapers both in public and to your occupation. This means you should have adequate knowledge of how to wear your diapers discreetly and do not change your routine just because you are visiting the in laws. As a woman you are at an advantage as you can wear a skirt with tights that can really help to conceal your diaper bulge. Additionally, wearing firming control panties or fixing panties work wonders and it is not out of the normal for a woman to wear this things which means doing laundry at the in laws does not raise any alarms. It is much harder for me as a man and I generally just pack enough support clothing to last the entire trip and do laundry when I return home. Bodysuits are also normal wardrobe for a woman and are perfect for diaper concealment as is a onesie. As stated previously, night time is the hardest for concealment. Generally I simply do not change into my night time clothes until it is time for bed and the door behind me is closed. The best time to always change your diapers coincide with changing your clothes. This covers your nighttime diaper usage. For the daytime there are several tricks to change your diaper discreetly. If you are uncomfortable changing in the house simply drive down to a local gas station or McDonalds and change your diaper there. This will also allow for you to dispose of your diaper away from your inlaws which is perfect. I always bring my diapers out of my family's house to dispose of them. Sometimes a gas stations trash can become quite full after a day of changes and I try to be courteous and not fill them too full. Changing in the house is not hard either. You can always go and take a "nap" where people leave you alone and change your diaper then. Changing your diaper in the potty can be a little more challenging but honestly as a woman you have the greatest asset of all, a purse. Just pack a purse big enough to conceal your diaper. Everyone one knows that women sometimes need to bring their purse to the restroom courtesy of Mother Nature and no one really thinks twice about it. Lastly, be you. Act normal and do not draw unwanted attention to yourself. Also, always have a plan should it be discovered that you wear diapers. The worst case scenario here is that you tell your family you wear diapers due to a medical need. If this would be a problem for your in laws pack your bags and never return.?
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  15. I love wearing for just the fact it makes me feel cozy and secure and not to mention naughty, I do it when I'm going to be alone for a few days but would like to meet others that share my likes also just for fun
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  16. We were at Hershey Park Candy Cane Lane with the family yesterday. My sister in law and I were waiting in line for a ride and we started talking about their upcoming trip to Disney World. They have an 18mo and 3 y/o. We started talking about the trip and the subject of diaper changes and potty training came up. The 3 y/o is coming out of potty training and my sister in law is concerned that the trip will complicate the progress they have made. I just said “why sweat it, there will be so many distractions for both you and the kid, accidents are going to happen”. I told her about how many kids we saw with wet pants during our Oct trip there. Why add stress and ruin the otherwise fun trip for the kid and you. Just put her back in training pants or diapers. It will be better than worrying about wet pants, getting out of line just before the ride (after an hour of waiting). You know you are already taking a diaper bag, what’s a few more? I ended by telling her even as an adult, diapers at Disney isn’t a bad idea.... she laughed. No, the family doesn’t know. I hope this lessens the stress on their trip. Joey
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  17. Just imagine what a terrorist could do with a box of Ex-Lax
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  18. There have been more than few happy moments of cooking when matters take over and I enjoy the feel of my diaper being filled up, and then wetting right after. Very pleasant experiences to say the least.
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  19. Chapter Six: I crawled over to the broken clock on my hands and knees. The skirt of my dress had flipped up, showing my diaper to Mommy as she got to her feet. It broke. The clock broke. What did that mean? Was the curse broken? Was everything back to normal? Or was I stuck like this forever? Suddenly, uncontrollably, tears started to run down my cheeks and I wailed at the top of my lungs. There was an order of operations to being a parent, how things had to be handled: for example, when your little girl breaks an expensive wedding gift meant for someone else, but is also crying at the top of her lungs, you pick her up, you soothe here, you tell her its okay even if its not, and only later on - if at all - do you chide her for breaking the expensive gift. And that's what Marjorie did; she soothed, she cooed, she made it okay. She played with Floren's hair and she cuddled her firmly. She had an aisle to walk down after all. I clung to Mommy's shoulder and buried my face in her hair, crying at the top of my lungs. I didn't even know why. Why was I so upset? What was I crying about? But it didn't matter. I just wanted my Mommy. I heard soft music playing, somewhere far away. Piano or organs or something. "Come on, let’s fix your makeup. Mommy will do it.” Despite being about the same size, Marjorie didn't seem to have any issues in carrying Florence - not from the closet and not into the bathroom - like she was weightless. She set her down on the counter, mindful of her dress, and began to clean up her makeup for the little girl who was so obviously in her 20's. "Are you scared?" she asked me, patting my eyes with paper towel. I shook my head. "Auntie Melissa is so excited to have you as the flower girl. And you look so cute, don't you?" I looked past Mommy, at the mirror. Cute was an understatement. I looked gorgeous. Adorable. My pigtails, my frilly dress, my pouty lips... I was the most adorable three year old in the whole world! It brought a smile to my face. Maybe I had nothing to be sad about after all... "This is a big day for Auntie Melissa, her entire life is changing today and everyone is going to remember it. So you're going to do your best to make it good for her, aren't you?" It took a little effort to tidy her up, but they had a few minutes to spare, to get from the bathroom back to the hall and get Florence into position. It was showtime! "Tummy ache," I muttered as Mommy flattened my dress. "That's just your nerves, darling." She kissed me on the forehead and I had to giggle. I loved when she did that! A little boy with a pillow - a set of rings on top - was waiting by the door. I was so much taller than him, but I knew the truth deep down. He was older. I was just a little girl. Mommy's little girl. I was gonna make Mommy proud! “Good luck,” Marjorie whispered, setting her little one in place with her little basket of flowers, before stepping away to join the bridal party. Florence knew what to do, she'd practiced over and over, and the eyes of the entire wedding were on her, along with cell phone cameras and SLRs. The pipe organ began. I watched nervously as Mommy linked arms with a man and walked down the aisle. She was so pretty. When I grew up, I wanted to be as pretty as Mommy! Then the boy with the pillow followed, carefully balancing the rings. I stood at the doorway and my tummy grumbled again. Just my nerves, I remembered. And then it was my turn. I took a step forward and threw a handful of flowers into the air. They fluttered around and fell gracefully onto the floor. Everyone smiled at me. They were so happy! So I smiled back, like good girls do. But only a few steps later, I felt the seat of my diaper puff out and a soft toot escaped me. The noise startled me, but I didn't understand. A few more steps, and my tummy felt worse. Kinda sicky. Maybe it wasn't my nerves... then, halfway down the aisle, littered with flowers, I realized all at once what I needed to do. Without hesitation, without even thinking about it, I bent my knees and squatted in the center of the room. I closed my eyes tight and pushed, grunting as the mess filled the seat of my diaper. It bulged out under my dress as I strained, as the padding between my legs grew warm and wet. The diaper discolored, on full display. But it was all over in thirty seconds and I felt so much better. I smiled happily at Mommy in the front of the room. The room was awash with whispers and giggles, awws and oohs and 'oh look at her, she’s so darling', accompanied by many photos and videos of the flower girl who'd stopped halfway down the aisle to push a messy load into her diaper. But there was no shame, no disgust, no negativity; she was a little girl and this was what little girls did sometimes: they had accidents. The earnest nature in which Florence had conducted herself was charming to everybody in the hall, and it would certainly be the talking point of Auntie Melissa's wedding! I waddled the rest of the way down the aisle, my thighs forced apart by the very full diaper around my hips. I threw the final handful of flowers close to the groom and took a seat beside the ring boy in the front row. I sat down in the warm mess with a bright smile and the boy beside me scooted away. I heard him whisper to the man beside him: ‘she’s so stinky!’, but the organ played a new song and the wedding went on like normal. Marjorie had never wanted to get married; she could be a single Mom as long as she had been, and was doing great at it. But as she looked at her daughter in her pretty dress, distended by her sagging diaper, and at her best friend Melissa on her happy day, it was easy to get lost in the moment. Maybe one day she'd get married too, and Marjorie hoped her wedding day would be even half as memorable! Epilogue: Mommy opened the back door and unbuckled me from my carseat. I rubbed my eyes sleepily and sucked on the pacifier between my lips. Of course, my diaper was wet. It was always wet when I woke up from naps. "Come on pretty girl. I heard this shop has great antiques." She held my hand and walked me away from the car, up to the storefront. Mommy loved shopping, but I wanted to go home and play with my toys. Marjorie made sure to keep Florence close as she lead her into the store; there was a big road outside, and once inside there were a lot of fragile things. "Wowee, look at all this clutter, don't touch anything, okay? I read online that the owner was a bit cranky sometimes." "Oh that's not a very nice thing to say about someone, is it?" The older woman was dusting a gramophone, and her smile made it clear that she wasn't offended at overhearing things. As her eyes narrowed on Florence, she smiled with recognition. "Oh, I'm so sorry," Mommy told the woman with immediate regret. "I... I didn't mean anything by it." "No trouble, dear." The woman looked at me with a bright smile and I looked up at her with... contemplation? She seemed familiar, but I swear I never met her before... I tugged on Mommy's shirt. "Mommy, I wan' ice cream." "Ice cream is good for growing little bodies, isn't it?" The older woman laughed at the irony and motioned toward the counter. "I don't have any ice cream, I'm afraid. But I do have some candies. Would you like to try some, little one?" Marjorie thought about reminding her little charge about candy and strangers, but this was a store after all. "Come along, you're only young once, aren't you?" Then she looked at Marjorie and smiled with crinkles in her cheeks. "Well, most of us are. Then again, some kids grow up so fast, and some never grow up at all, do they?" "Isn't that the truth," Mommy chuckled. "She's three years old and I can't seem to potty train her." "Gosh," the woman mused, "how unfortunate that is." I knew they were talking about me, but I didn't care. I liked my diapers. It meant I could play without getting up to go potty. "I wan' a candy, pretty please!" I put out my hands eagerly and Mommy nodded in agreement. The woman reached down and took a dark wooden box out from beneath the counter, holding it out for the adult babygirl. "Think of your favorite color, little one, then open the box. You can take as many as you like." The box looked ornate, smelled richly of oils and stories, and had a velvet interior; when opened up the candy inside would be exactly the color Florence thought of, and would make for a nice parting gift for the regressed adult. "Now now, don't be shy." "Pink, pink, pink!" I opened the lid of the box and, sure enough, there was a handful of pink candy. I reached in and Mommy gave me a sharp look. "You can have two." "But Mommy! I’m three years old! So I gets three!” “Fine… three," she conceded. I took out three pink candies and put one in my mouth. It tasted like taffy! Three pieces of candy was more than enough. She could remember, while chewing, that she used to be different, that she used to be an adult, but the moment she stopped eating, those memories flushed away and left her more content with her current life. It was a small blessing, a small window of reprieve, a look back at what her life used to be. It was all the woman could offer to the girl who had very clearly broken the clock. "Where does the time go?" The woman smiled. Mommy and the woman were looking at some old, ornate animal carvings. Everything was normal. Then, it wasn't. In a remarkable flash, the memories came rushing back. This place. The clock. The curse. I wasn't a little girl... I was an adult! Or, I used to be. I looked up at Marjorie - my best friend - and then down at the baby dress. For weeks, I’d been wearing diapers without once complaining. I’d been using them too! Marjorie took me to daycare, she took me to the park, she let me play with dolls… that was my life now. Helpless. Infantile. Would I ever grow up again? Or would this curse last forever? Without thinking, I swallowed the candy. All the scariness started to fade away. Each ticking second brought my future closer and closer: that of Marjorie’s little girl. And… and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. Awash in my blissful little girl brain, I squatted by the counter and pushed out all those stinky memories into my diaper. [End.] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for reading! PDF and ePub versions of this story are available on our Patreon!
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  20. I spent $100 in slots Las Vegas back in the 70's on a cross country drive, that is the last money any casino will get out of me. There is a casino not 5 minutes from my house,its been open for many years, I have never been in the place. They always have a parking lot full of cars I don't know where the people get the money too loose.
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  21. 3 Gina's heart soared as she and Daddy walked carefully together toward the front door. She was more than happy to let him lean on her as he took his wobbly steps next to her sure ones, his breathing in the chill December air wheezy and uneven. Daddy was sick, of that there was no doubt, but he was well enough to come home tonight. That's all that mattered. Home in time for Christmas. A month ago, when they were riding in the ambulance together, his oxygen saturation dangerously low and his pulse weak and faint, Gina wasn't sure if he was coming home at all, and the fact that they were making their way up the walk now was a joy beyond all joys for Gina. Sixteen Christmases Gina and Daddy had spent together. They were both gray now, the age showing in the lines on their faces, but he was still Daddy, and she was still his little girl. Being little was harder now, though, since Daddy had gotten sick. She couldn't just let go and be little and let Daddy take care of things when he needed her help with so much lately. Not that she didn't have her own old-age troubles. She was more than a little scared when she started having real accidents, frequently enough to where she no longer trusted herself without at least a pad in her panties. The doctor explained her prolapsed bladder, and offered her some sort of surgery and hormone treatments. Gina had heard stories about women who took estrogen after menopause and wound up with cancer, and she turned him down flat. Diapers had been a part of her life for so long now, the idea that she actually needed them now was somewhat of a welcome, in a way. Gina opened the front door and locked her arm around Daddy’s waist as he shuffled in next to her. “Look, Daddy! I decorated the tree yesterday, when the doctors said you could come home! Do you like it, Daddy? Did I do good?” She waved toward the tree. Daddy smiled and cleared his throat. “Yes, babygirl, you did a very good job. It’s a lovely sight to come home to.” He squeezed her shoulder. “Good girl!” He stopped for a moment, and his smile faded. “What’s wrong, Daddy?” Gina was unnerved by his change in demeanor as she helped him to his favorite rocker. “Come here, Princess.” He motioned toward his lap. Gina gingerly sat down between his legs, the hem of her dress riding up behind her, and he wrapped his arms around her, patting her bottom softly. The familiar sound of hollow plastic rang in her ears, and she nuzzled his chest, squirming and rustling contentedly in his embrace. Wearing one of her Princess diapers under her dress to come pick him up was definitely the right choice today, and she was glad she made it. She probably could use a change, but it wasn’t urgent; this was a moment to savor. “Nothing’s wrong with the tree, baby. Daddy’s just a little sad because we didn’t get a chance to find an ornament this year, that’s all. It’s still a beautiful tree, and Daddy is just happy to be home to enjoy it with his beautiful babygirl in time for Christmas.” In all that had gone on since Thanksgiving, the thought of an ornament hadn’t even crossed Gina’s mind, not even as she hurriedly decorated the tree last night. “Oh, Daddy, I didn’t even think about an ornament. I’m just so glad I have my Daddy back! I love you!” “I love you too, princess.” Daddy squeezed her tight, and Gina could feel a slight tremble in his embrace. Clearly Daddy was still weak from all the treatments. He released, then grasped one of her hands. She grabbed on with both of hers, and then she saw it. Her eyes lit up as she touched his wrist. “Oh, Daddy, we already have the perfect ornament for this Christmas!” Gina jumped up as Daddy’s face turned to surprise. She dashed to the kitchen and rummaged through a drawer and found the ornament hooks, then grabbed a pair of shears on the way back through, grinning ear to ear. “What are you doing, princess?!” Daddy called out, laughing. Gina laughed as well as she ran back to his chair and picked up his hand. “Hold still, Daddy!” She snipped the plastic bracelet just short of one of the available holes. “My hospital bracelet?!” Daddy laughed heartily, then coughed a bit. “Santa gave me my Daddy home for Christmas! What better way to celebrate it?” She poked the ornament hook through the hole and cinched it tight, then faced the tree. —— Gina’s eyes grow misty as she hangs the plastic bracelet on the tree, Daddy’s vitals imprinted on the side, just off to the left of the little gold paci. It was indeed a wonderful Christmas, having him back home again just in time to celebrate their sixteenth Christmas together. It’s a comforting memory, and Gina hugs herself just a bit after she stands back from the tree. “The best Christmas with Daddy ever,” she whispers as she admires it and all the other beautiful memories on her tree. The box is nearly empty now, the ritual nearly complete. Gina’s bottom lip trembles as she reaches back in one more time…
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  22. Well thank you. Let's continue, shall we? 2 Gina could barely breathe getting out of the car at the Magic Kingdom parking lot, blushing as red as the little red roses on her cosplay pink Cinderella dress she'd made specifically for this trip. It seemed like such a fun idea when Daddy encouraged her to put her sewing skills to work for the vacation they'd saved up for three months to take, celebrating their 10th anniversary together, but stepping out of that car, she'd never felt so self-conscious. Now, hours later, after getting nothing but congratulations and smiles from passers-by instead of the strange looks she was expecting on this perfect fall day in Orlando, she felt completely comfortable, happy, and very, very little, standing in the express pass line at Under The Sea. The fit-and-flare waist was a perfect choice, completely hiding the bulge of her very thick diaper, slightly heavier now after her morning coffee found its way through her system over the last several hours. She chuckled as they stepped into the teacup, amused at how panicky and anxious she once was, so many years ago, about wearing diapers in public with Daddy. Now, it was just as natural as wearing panties, except no need for potty breaks. And in a place like Magic Kingdom, with so much to do and so seemingly little time to do it, not having to stop to go potty was an absolute joy. She sighed contentedly as his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Their eyes met, and she nestled into his chest, his huge grin matching her own. “Are you having fun, Daddy?” “Daddy's having fun watching how much fun his little princess is having.” The ride began to move, and soon they were floating through a silly mixture of animated critters and video clips as snips of all her favorite songs from The Little Mermaid drifted through the air. Another sigh as little trickle slipped into her diaper, warming up the padding around her. Daddy had insisted on packing only her very thick night-time diapers for the trip, and Gina was grateful knowing that there would be no chance of a leak between now and lunchtime, or between lunch and supper. They'd already scoped out the family restrooms at the park, so privacy was a non-issue, and while the security guard who searched Daddy's knapsack raised an eyebrow at her changing supplies, he said nothing as he let them through the gate this morning. Quietly, Gina was relieved Daddy had chosen the plain white Confidry 24/7's instead of her Rearz Princess diapers to pack for changes at the park, even though the diaper she had on under her long dress was very pink and very princess. After Ariel's Grotto came the Mine Train and Peter Pan's Flight and It's a Small World and the Haunted Mansion, stopping off at Sleepy Hollow Tavern for a snack. She was glad to have a change by then, her diaper having become very heavy and very clammy by that point. On their way through, she saw a few little girls pouring out of Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique, all done up in their sparkly outfits, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Tiny though she was, the park was very strict, no one over 12 could get a princess makeover. Arms wrapped around her from the back. “My princess is just as adorable as they are. And her dress is much prettier!” Her toes curled again at Daddy's low, soft voice in her ear. “Thank you, Daddy.” She nuzzled his chest, and they went on through the park. Every ride was ridden, from Thunder Mountain to the Flying Elephants to Space Mountain, and it was a very tired Daddy and Gina that made their way back down Main Street toward the exit. It was only then that Gina began to realize, Daddy wasn't just tired, he was hurting. Despite his best efforts to mask it, Daddy was in pain, limping slightly. His back must have finally been set off from all the walking. Gina had seen this before, and she cursed herself for not giving him more opportunities to rest and relax. His breathing sounded ragged too. That was something completely new, and it worried her. “Daddy, are you alright? Do you need to sit down? Should I get a cart for you?” There were electric carts available at the Town Hall. “I'm okay, babygirl. But yes, I think sitting for a few minutes would be good.” He coughed, clearing his throat a bit, and they sat on a nearby bench. “I'm sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean to rush you around so much!” He put his arm around her. “Princess, you were a good girl today, you have nothing to be sorry about. I wanted my baby to do all the fun things there were to do here. Tomorrow we'll have a rest day, and then we'll do Epcot on Wednesday. As long as we take breaks, Daddy will be fine.” As if for emphasis, he coughed again, letting out a subtle wheeze. After a few minutes of people-watching, they did indeed head for the exit, but not before a quick stop in Crystal Arts at Daddy's insistence. “My princess still needs her tiara, doesn't she?” “But Daddy, your back” “No buts. Daddy's fine. Let's go find a pretty tiara for the prettiest princess in the park.” Gina did want a tiara, but much more than that she wanted Daddy to feel better. Still, she relented, and they went into the gift shop. What caught her eye when she entered was not the crystal tiaras in the center showcase, but something under the glass at the counter. “Oh Daddy! Look! It's perfect!” Gina gasped as she pointed. “My Cinderella found her glass slipper, didn't she?” Indeed she had, a beautiful, delicately blown glass slipper ornament, perfect in every detail. A perfect commemoration of their vacation, and the perfect addition to their little collection of “together” decorations for their tree... --------------- She hangs it delicately, a few inches off to the side of the boy pushing the girl on the rope swing, just above the gold-plated diaper pin, then steps back to admire her work. “Perfect!” The familiar lump begins to form in Gina's throat, and she fights it back. “No crying! It's Christmas! It's time to be happy and celebrate!” She takes a deep breath, exhales, and turns her attention back to the box...
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  23. "diapers with tapes are meant to stay on and are to be used when you no longer have any hope to make it to the toilet on your own." you have derscribed another thing about diapers that turns me on and that I was not aware of (or at least wasn't able to describe) Generally, I like about diapers (disposable with tapes) how different they look from normal underwear pants, I like the look of the materials, the bulkiness, the white colour that reminds to delicacy and innocence, I'm indifferent to colorate prints though, it's only a pure childish think but that's not the point for me... I like how it looks put on a body, like a sophisticated bandage that enclose something very delicate and preciuos. I like also how a pack of 15 diapers is way bigger and heavier than 15 underpants put together. pull ups, as well as padded pants are meant to be closer to normal underpants and be more descrete, but I like all the opposite. If I had to design my optimal diaper, I would make it unnecessairly thick and even more complicated to put on... But I just like this because I don't wear in public just at home for having fun
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  24. It's okay to cry. Better out than in, right? I do believe this is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about one of my pieces. Thank you. So, I was going to wait until Saturday to post the end, start the month of Christmas off right (?!) and all, but now I feel compelled to bring it to a close early, to not leave everyone hanging. So here's our last chapter. 4 The morning started out wonderful, and the day had only gotten better with each passing moment. After all those very bad days for Daddy over November and December, and another bad stretch in February, he was having a good day today. Good days were rare anymore, so they were treasured that much more when they happened, and Gina and Daddy made sure they enjoyed them to their fullest. These days, thanks to her bladder troubles, Gina was wearing some sort of protection all the time, and Daddy having a good day meant a little-girl day for Gina, which meant thick diapers and a pretty dress over them on such a warm spring day as this. Letting Daddy worry about her tinkles, with all the intimacy of careful diaper changes that came along with it, made Gina feel so very little, which was a wonderful respite from worrying about Daddy's health all the time. In those moments, Daddy being sick was forgotten, Daddy had decreed a junking day, which was also a very special treat. They wandered off into the countryside, stopping at every oddball-looking secondhand shop and antique store along the way, making sure to take rest breaks when needed. They found some neat little treasures so far, a beautiful ceramic music box, a beautiful Satsuma vase, and a lovely antique brooch of brightly colored flowers and sparkly gems. All were protected in the back of their van, wrapped in blankets and tucked into one of the storage bins fixed to the side wall. Daddy bought the work van years ago. It was a way to ensure privacy for Gina after so much difficulty finding private places to change her diapers when they were out and about, and once Gina actually started needing protection on a routine basis, it became a place of respite, comfort even. Gina was very comfortable as they entered this shop, Daddy having changed her a mere twenty minutes before, and though he wouldn't say anything, Gina knew by Daddy's movements and his breathing that this would probably be their last stop before heading home. The subtle rustle under her dress, the sound which once gave her so much anxiety in public places, now gave the gray-haired babygirl quiet joy. She and Daddy wandered through the little shop together, chuckling at silly things they'd seen a million times in a million other shops together, and marveling at some of the oddities that were unique to this one. It seemed so strange, really, when it happened. Surreal, almost. She and Daddy usually started looking for their annual ornament in late summer and early fall at the earliest. Many years they'd had to rush around in November trying to find that special something before it was time to put the tree up on the first weekend of December, as they did every year. But here it was, March, and here they were on a completely unplanned trip, and here it was. As though the perfect ornament had found them. They looked deep into each other's eyes and smiled together, both knowing. It was perfect... -------- Gina smiles wistfully as she places the old bearded man holding his tiny granddaughter high above his head into the perfect spot on the tree, just to the right of the sleeping baby, above the boy and girl snowmen holding hands. “It was perfect, Daddy.” She steps back to admire her handiwork. Seventeen beautiful ornaments, sixteen Christmases with Daddy and, well... Her smile grows strained at that last thought, and her eyes well up as she looks out the window at the cloudless December evening sky. “Do you like it, Daddy? Did I do good?” she whispers, her voice beginning to falter. Tears flow freely now as she sits in the rocker. So many nights she spent curled up in Daddy's lap here, diapered and jammied and nursing her bottle, watching a movie together, or him reading her a story. She curls up, pulling her knees tight to her chest, and her princess pink diaper reveals itself from under her nightgown with a pronounced rustle. She gazes once more out the window. “I miss you so much, Daddy...”
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