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  1. Just finished setting up a nursery/playroom combo room. Wondered where to post pics of our our little one rooms, didn’t find anything so posted here. Used to be my workout room, put in crib to “share” room and it just took over the room. Could not stop it, so back to gym membership and double room is now exclusively for AB. Oh well, the sacrifices we must make for our little selves.
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  2. Got my case of Cloudee’s Monday. Really liking them. It’s built on the Bellissimo platform so fit and absorbency are the same, but the new print is fun. They did a good job on that one. Not to crazy about the revisions to the Teddy and Classico. I tend to prefer print limited to the landing zone only vs a all over design. I hope they don’t mess with the Bellissimos and do an all over print on that.
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  3. Chris the Clever Boarder Chapter 5 Reluctantly, Chris climbed out of the big bath. He'd had a good wash, using the only soap and shampoo that was available, and he could smell the scented steam riding from his bare body as he glanced at the closed door before setting up his carefully planned deception. He picked up his wet jeans, underpants, shirt and socks from a chair by the bath, and the apron from the hook on the wall where he'd hung it after using the toilet. He submerged the clothes in the still full bath, squeezing and swirling them around before transferring them to the big pedestal washbasin, where he continued to squash and rinse them. He was still squeezing and rinsing when there was a light knock on the door, followed by the click of the handle being opened. Chris stiffened, and looked around for a towel. Abigail entered the room. 'Hi Chris,' she said breezily. 'Are you washing your clothes? There's no need to do that, honey. I've put your other clothes in the wash, and I'll add these - if you can squeeze them dry enough,' she added with a laugh. Abigail smiled as she looked at Chris's neat little bottom as he stood stock still facing the handbasin. 'I'm sorry, Abigail,' he said. 'I'll just, I mean, can you get me a towel? I should have got it before...' Abigail laughed again. 'Don't worry, honey. I've seen plenty of naked little girls and boys before,' she said, taking a soft pink towel from a hook and approaching Chris. 'Arms up,' she said, standing behind Chris. 'I can do it,' said Chris, trying to reach around to take the towel from Abigail without exposing himself. 'No need,' said Abigail, lifting one of Chris's arms. Chris gave in and lifted the other arm. Abigail wrapped the towel around Chris's back, rubbing him vigorously in the process. 'Turn around,' she said. Chris turned, trying to hunch a little for modesty. 'Up straight,' said Abigail. Oh well, thought Chris, and stood up straight. 'That's better,' said Abigail. 'Now we'll get you all dry.' Chris closed his eyes, and let Abigail rub his chest and stomach, and gently pad the towelling around his penis and scrotum. She stood back a little and admired Chris's smooth, hairless chest and the curls of dark public hair above his flaccid little penis. 'What a neat little figure you have,' said Abigail approvingly. Chris didn't know what to say as Abigail quickly rolled and twisted the top of the towel around Chris's chest. 'There you are, honey, all dry and clean. I bet that feels better,' she said. 'Yes,' said Chris. 'Thank you.' If his being naked didn't worry Abigail, he wasn't going to make an issue of it. 'Erm, are my other clothes actually in the wash?' he asked. He hadn't allowed for that. 'Yes, honey,' said Abigail. 'They were filthy. Very grimy, and they smelled of London traffic.' They didn't, she thought. They smelled of Boots' baby talc. She knew the smell. 'Oh,' said Chris. 'I have to wear something.' He was at a bit of a loss. 'How long will my clothes take to wash and dry?' he asked. 'I could stay here until they're done.' 'Don't be silly,' Abigail replied. 'We'll find you something. My clothes are all adult, and you'd look like Charlie Chaplin. Chris is almost your size. I'm sure we can find you something of hers to wear.' 'But, girls'...' began Chris. 'Don't worry,' said Abigail. 'Well find something that's not too feminine.' Chris didn't reply. He hoped the other Chris had some jeans or something. Abigail led Chris from the bathroom into Chris's bedroom. She went to a wardrobe and opened it, revealing a brightly coloured selection of garments hanging neatly inside. 'Let me see,' she said. 'Ah, here we are!' Chris was gratified to see Abigail unhook from the rail some light blue denim. 'You'll need a top too, and some undies,' she said. 'Undies?' said Chris. 'Well, bare skin against clothing isn't good,' said Abigail. 'There are some quite plain ones here,' she added, going to a chest of drawers. 'Did Chris leave all her clothes here?' asked Chris. 'Most of them,' replied Abigail. Chris wondered again where the other Chris had gone, but Abigail had now found a top after considering several choices, and asked Chris to sit on the bed. 'First,' said Abigail, 'Panties.' Chris wished she hadn't called them that. Abigail held up a pair of full cut, pale pink cotton briefs. 'Best I can do,' she said. 'There's a bit of lace at the edges and a little bow in the middle here, but other than that there's not much difference from boy's undies. In you hop.' Chris raised one leg, awkwardly holding the roll of towelling to his chest. He didn't know why Abigail hadn't put the towel around his waist. Abigail helped by raising the towel and pulling the panties up as Chris put his other leg in. 'I can get dressed myself,' he said as Abigail pulled the panties up to his waist, with a full view of his crotch. 'Just as easy for me to do it,' she said. 'Now, you don't need a bra, so let's pop your top on.' Chris put a hand to the smooth cotton panties. He felt oddly enveloped by them. He could feel their light pressure across his whole bottom, high up to the small of his back. Chris looked down at the top in Abigail's hands. It was a pale yellow t shirt with something on the front of it. 'My Little Pony', said Abigail. 'Chris's favourite. But it's very small, and no one will notice it. Your bib will cover most of it.' 'Bib?' asked Chris. 'Not a real bib,' said Abigail with a laugh. 'The front of these.' Abigail held up a pair of pale denim shortalls. At least it's not a dress, Chris thought. 'OK,' he said. Abigail put the top on Chris, and he glanced over to the big wardrobe mirror. He saw himself standing in front of Abigail, who was bigger and taller than he was. He pushed his long hair away from his eyes. He looked like a young girl being dressed by her mommy. He felt again that odd feeling he had whenever he was mistaken for a child or a girl. The clothes were sort of unisex, he thought. Guys could wear those overall shorts things, maybe, he thought, Abigail helped him into the shortalls. She knelt in front of him and he put one hand on her shoulder as she got both his legs into the garment. She pulled them up snugly. Again, Chris felt tightly enveloped. He turned so that Abigail could attach the straps over his shoulders. With a little adjustment at the front, Abigail was done. 'I think Chris is only a little taller and heavier than you,' Abigail said happily. 'These fit very well. What do you think?' Abigail stood back and Chris looked at himself again in the mirror. He could have been either a girl or a boy, he thought. He looked down over the bib at the front of the shortalls. There was no fly, just a vertical seam curving over his rounded tummy. There were two buttons at each side, but that was it. There wasn't even much of a bump in front to show that he was a boy, or a man, he corrected himself. Abigail watched Chris and laughed. 'You don't need an opening in front, honey. If you want to use the bathroom, just undo the straps and hop on the toilet. They're really very convenient. That's why they're ideal for children still in pull-ups or diapers, as well as holding them up so they don't sag when they're wet or messy.' Chris felt himself blushing again. He'd forgotten about his scheme to have an accident. 'Yes, but I'm an adult,' said Chris, trying not to sound too defensive. He had a feeling he was losing control of things, and wanted to get back in charge of his cunning plan. 'Yes,' said Abigail kindly. 'You're a grownup.' She looked at Chris. He looked like a preteen girl. 'OK, pumpkin,' she said, giving him a light tap on his round little denim clad bottom. 'Now what about your hair?' 'It's fine,' said Chris. 'You keep brushing it away from your eyes,' said Abigail. 'Have you ever put it in a ponytail?' 'Sometimes, when I'm working,' said Chris, 'But it's fine.' 'Then let's do that,' said Abigail. Before Chris could speak again, Abigail was pulling his shiny hair into a neat ponytail. She deftly slipped something around it and announced that she was all done. 'It's just a rubber band,' she said. 'It's such lovely hair it would look sweet in a ribbon, but you're a man, aren't you? she asked Chris with a laugh. 'Yes,' said Chris, his light voice catching and sounding even higher in pitch. 'OK,' said Abigail. 'Let's go downstairs. Gwen, whom you met in the shop, is coming over with her daughter Anna. We can have a little tea party. Come on.' Chris felt a tiny spurt of pee between his legs. Shocked, he looked down at his crotch. All he could see was a gently bulging expanse of smooth denim. Good, he thought, and reminded himself to visit the bathroom before he had too much tea. 'Shoes!' Abigail said suddenly. 'Over there,' said Chris, pointing to his scruffy sneakers. Abigail looked at them. 'Hardly,' she said. 'They look disgusting.' She had a point, Chris thought. He'd been traipsing all over London in them. But he doubted this girl Chris had anything that would fit him, or look decent. 'Let's see,' said Abigail, back at the wardrobe. 'Try these,' she said, holding out a pair of white Doc Martens with yellow stitching. 'They were a size too big for Chris. She got them for Christmas. See how they fit. Socks first, though. Abigail found a pair of short white socks and presented them with the shoes to Chris. Dubiously, Chris pulled on the socks, which fitted. Then he tried a shoe, which also fitted his small foot. 'Good,' said Abigail happily. The doorbell rang downstairs. Chris felt a rising panic. None of this was in his plan of an accidental wet bed due to being in a new place. He decided to go to the bathroom as soon as he could. 'That's Gwen and Anna,' Abigail said. 'Perfect timing.' 'I need the bathroom,' Chris said abruptly. Abigail looked at him. 'OK, quickly. I'll help you with the straps,' said Abigail, and followed Chris into the bathroom. 'Abigail...' began Chris. 'Don't be silly,' Abigail replied. 'You'll need help with those straps until you're used to them.' To demonstrate, Abigail reached out and undid the straps at Chris's chest, and pulled down his bib and his panties in one movement. 'Quickly,' she encouraged him, patting his bare bottom as he turned to the toilet. He sat again, as it seemed a bit gross to stand holding his penis in front of Abigail. 'Well done,' said Abigail after Chris's pee had splashed into the toilet bowl. 'Do you wipe?' 'Not usually,' said Chris, feeling flustered. 'Well, a quick wipe then we're done,' said Abigail. 'In a moment, Gwen!' Abigail called through the open door of the bathroom. Chris took some toilet paper of the roll and wiped his genitals. It was the first time he'd ever done that after a pee. As he stood up, Abigail pulled up his panties and shortalls, and attended to the straps. Then, with another pat to his rump, she led him to the door and followed him downstairs. Abigail opened the door to admit Gwen and her daughter. Gwen was dressed, like Abigail, in jeans and a closely fitting knitted top. Anna was, to Chris's discomfort, wearing pink cotton shortalls. She appeared to be about six years old. 'Twins!' Anna squealed as she saw Chris. Gwen laughed. 'Anna, this is Chris, who is staying with Aunty Abi.' 'Hi,' said Anna, grinning at Chris and spotting the logo on his t shirt. 'I like My Little Pony too!' she exclaimed. 'Can I see yours?' 'All in good time,' said Abigail. 'First, I have some tea and biscuits. Sorry for the delay, Gwen. Chris needed the loo, and needs help with his straps.' 'You look lovely, Chris,' said Gwen, looking at him admiringly. 'Such shiny hair. Chris wore hers in a ponytail too. You're so lucky!' 'Tea and home made biscuits,' said Abigail, and led the party into the living room. Chris was glad he'd just been to the bathroom. Today was the first time for ages that he hadn't had worn pull-ups or a diaper during the day. He knew he only used them because he was wearing them, but he still felt naked in a way, and quite nervous. He was sure that Anna was out of diapers, and he found himself feeling oddly competitive with her, and anxious to measure up to her standard and not need daytime diapers or pull-ups. Then he found himself wishing that he could just ask Abigail if he could wear a pull-up, just in case. He had to get back to his plan. To be continued.
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  4. Lol SGTbaby between work and all this Christmas stuff its been hard to find the time to review what I have written (sooooo many spelling errors) but here is the next part Part 3 Emotions --Rose-- She sat there listening to her Little crying her heart out, listening to her made the Amazons heart ache with pain knowing that she would be able to help the poor dear but not wanting to scare her she kept her silent pain and waited to be asked. --Emma-- The tears dried up and I looked to the window again it was no good I couldn't escape and it didn't seem like I was dreaming and I had no idea what to do now. The sun continued to move across the sky all the while the need to pee was getting harder to hold “hey giant you still there?” I called with the sense of dejavu “yes dear I’m still here” “I don't suppose you have a toilet my size do you?” I could already guess the answer but still had to ask “I’m afraid not that's one of the reasons your wearing a diaper, don't worry I wont think any less of you for using it” I shivered in revulsion “fuck no that's just gross” I shouted back “please don't swear in my house and it's up to you if you use them but its a normal thing here for littles to use their diapers” I found myself biting on my thumb nail a habit I haven't done since I was really young I pulled it out and stood up to start pacing “shit, shit, shit” “I can hear that” damn the giant had good hearing. I held on for another fifteen minutes doing every stupid thing I could think of to hold on crossing my legs, pressing down on the diaper but that grossed me out and stopped that quickly, I even tried sitting on my head for a bit but then it happened as I was doing the classical pee dance that some children make, the floodgates opened and I felt the diaper getting warmer and expanding “oh shit stop, stop, stop” I couldn't help it my body just wouldn't stop till every drop came out, the lack of control and helplessness brought the tears back “are you alright in there?” I heard the giant ask “NO I’M NOT OK I’M IN A FUCKING DIAPER, I HAVE JUST PISSED MYSELF AND I’M TRAPPED IN A GIANTS BEDROOM I’M SO VERY FAR FROM ALRIGHT” I screamed at her and broke down to cry again “just let me go home I haven't done anything to you” I murmured in my sobs “may I come in?” I heard the giant ask something but couldn't make any sense of it and continued to cry those gut wrenching sobs. I felt hands grab me and held me close to her giant body I flailed kicked and punched in the attempt to get away but to be honest it was a weak effort and I simply cried into her chest. I awoke to the same semi dark room, I was in the crib again and there was something in my mouth I reached for it, it was a pacifier despite the urge to throw it away I placed it next to the edge of the crib and pushed myself up I groaned and reached down to confirm my suspicion yep it was the diaper but at least it wasn't wet somehow this made it better, I brought my legs up and crossed them something I liked to do when I wanted to think but something on the other side of the crib caught my eye it was a teddy bear with two glassy eyes, a stitched nose and a tartan body “who are you?” the sheer strangeness of seeing the bear made me bring him close to get a better look “why are you here” I laughed at myself “better yet why am I here” and I sighed “well I guess if Rose wanted to eat me she has more than had a chance “I guess she’s alright” and the memory of the last time I was awake washed over me bringing some of the sadness back but also the embrace of Rose, and I shook my head to clear the memory “should I see if she will help me get back home” I looked into the bears eyes and I sighed “it's to bad you can't talk I could use a friend right now” the door cracked open and I saw an eye looking at me “I think we have an observer ted” I said to the bear then stood up “I’m awake” I said and the door opened fully to reveal Rose “may I come in” she asked without stepping past the border, I smiled “sure its your place after all” she smiled to and came over to the crib “I see you have found your new friend” I moved the bear a bit further away with a foot “I’m to old for bears but yes I found the bear” her smile returned “well he will always be there if you want him” “thanks but I’m good, look before you do whatever you are going to do with me I want to know something” she looked at me for a moment then sat down on the floor so she was slightly looking up at me “ask away and I will try to answer what I can” I took a seat to so we were at eye level “before when I… I bit you why did you do what I asked, from what you have told me it seems like you Amazons can and do whatever you want with littles I mean you even asked to enter your room I just don't understand” that smile returned “why do you think you are here?” “nah ah don't do that no answering a question with a question” “Please indulge me” I groaned and relented “Before my ah… crying I would have said to be eaten or tortured but you have had plenty of chances for that so far” “Would you believe that I brought you here to be happy?” “To be happy? You took me away from my friends, my family and a boyfriend to be happy in a diaper?” she laughed “When you put it like that it does sound hard to believe doesn't it” “So why then?” “I have told you I want you to be happy” “So that's an honest answer?” “Yes I just want you to be as happy as you can and that means you need to feel safe if me asking you for permission to enter my own room makes you feel safe then so be it but I do not want you to be drugged or altered to be happy” my hairs stood up at that last statement “What do you mean altered?” “I’m sorry Emma but that is a question for another time just know I will never let it happen to you” “Ok… that brings me back to why do you want me to be happy?” “It's hard to explain but let me try it like this, have you ever seen a mother or farther with a child and wondered what they get out of being a parent besides the continuation of the littles ah sorry human species, they raise and teach the child so they can have a happy life and in doing so they share in that child's joys and fears” I thought about it for a while “So… emotions are your drug?” I was asking seriously but she burst out laughing “No I’m sorry I probably didn't explain it very well” I frowned and tried again “Amazons can't feel anything unless they have a little” she just shook her head with that smile “How about we just stick with your first answer it will do for now” “Crap I’m living with a druggy” it was my attempt at light hearted humor but she frowned at me “This is the last time I am going to ask you not to use naughty words in my home if I hear it again I’ll have to punish you” oh it was about that again wait what “What you will punish me what happened to only wanting me to be happy?” “Every society needs boundaries in order to function and that comes over the happiness of an individual” “But only you could hear it and it's not like its a bad word per say” “I’m sorry but its a bad habit that I do not like in my home please respect that” I nodded I could respect that but it was going to be hard to stop I had better find a way home soon or I might get myself into a bit of trouble “Now if you don't have any other questions I think it's about time for dinner don't you?” there were still plenty of things I wanted to ask but I was hungry “Wait dinner? How long did I sleep like eight hours?”again that condescending smile well maybe it wasn't condescending but right now if felt like it was “The days are longer here so it was more like fourteen hours” my jaw dropped “Fourteen hours no wonder I was hungry” “I’m afraid so, getting used to the time change might be a little hard at first so if you need to sleep during the day don't hesitate” “Just because you have me in a crib and diaper doesn't mean I’m a baby I just must be sick or something” “I’m sure you're right” she said with that annoying smile of hers “now may I carry you into the kitchen? it would be a long walk for you” I thought about it and as much as I hated the idea of being carried like some dumb baby my need for food and see more of the house won out “Fine“ I said slowly and she lowered the rails on the crib “I’m going to pick you up now are you ready?” my heart started racing but I nodded and her strong arms picked me up with ease and held me against her chest with my head on her shoulder. She walked us out of her room into what looked like a lounge room that had a collection of wrapped boxes before I could get a good look we were in a hallway then the kitchen “your going to hate this but I’m sorry its the only thing I have for now” she gently lifted me off her and into what looked like a high chair “your fucking joking right” she sat me down then looked at me with a look that went something like did you really just use a word I asked you not too “shit sorry” I just couldn't help myself, she shook her head and strapped me in and left the room “where are you going I called after her” oh shit she was getting something to punish me I just knew it. She returned with something in her hand “oh crap” and I closed my eyes bracing myself for… I didn't know what but for something and something sweet entered my mouth I opened my eyes and Rose was looking in the fridge, I pulled the thing out of my mouth and looked at it, it was another pacifier “ah Rose not to bitch about your punishment style or nothing but how is this a punishment?” the teat of the pacifier was coated in something sweet after all, Rose came back over to me and took back the pacifier “it’s not” she said and pushed it back into my mouth then touched the shield and the teat of the pacifier expanded in my mouth “shit” I said around the pacifier and she touched the shield again only for the teat to expand a second time “the fuck…” she smiled and shook her head “your a bit of a slow learner aren't you” and she touched the shield again this time I couldn't speak I just crossed my arms to show my disapproval “oh don't pout I could wash your mouth out with soap if you would prefer” I shook my head and uncrossed my arms “I didn't think so” and she clipped the plastic chain of the pacifier to my shirt and went back to the fridge, I tried pulling the pacifier out again but it was no good “which do you prefer chicken or beef?” she asked holding up the largest chicken breast I had ever seen in one hand and what looked like mince in the other strangely enough my first thought was how do you keep meat good in the fridge but I suppose that was a question for another time, I pointed to the chicken thankfully I wasn't a vegetarian girl or those choices would have sucked “sounds good” and she place the mince back in the fridge “do you like curry’s?” I shook my head “not even mild ones” I thought about it for minute then wiggled my hand “ok how about I make a very mild curry?” I rolled my head back and forth to show I was thinking about it then nodded my agreement, she went to preparing the food “since we are going to be living together I thought we should have some ground rules and we can build from there” she turned to face me rolling my eyes she merely smirked at me “every place needs order to survive” I just raised my hand and made the talkie gesture “keep that up and I’ll put those hands in mittens so you can't use those fingers” I stopped it but glared at her “first rule I think you have found the hard way no cursing please” I mimed laughing at her “second you are free to roam the house but if a door is locked please do not attempt to enter” like there was anything I could do about it anyway but it did get me wondering what she was hiding “third… hmm I think we will have to make the rest as we go on” I just sighed and shook my head. She hadn't said anything for quite some time when she turned to me with a spoon “since its our first day together I’m going to remove that pacifier if you can promise to not swear again” I grimaced and shook my head, she touched the shield and I pulled the pacifier out of my mouth “what do you mean no?” she asked “I mean I can't promise that... they are my go to words” I replied and rubbed my mouth “I really ha… don't like that thing” she smiled “see you can manage it” I shrugged “now here taste this” I just looked at it “come on I think I have earned a little bit of trust by now” “I don't have much trust for a giant that keeps me like a pet I thought and continued to look at it “fine” and she took the first part of the spoon full of rice “happy” I shrugged and took hold of the large spoon to guide it to my mouth and took a bite “I think that will do” it had the mildest hint of curry it was actually quite nice all things considered “wonderful I’ll serve it up” Rose made short work of plating everything, she surprised the hell out of me by bringing out a plastic tray that clipped to the high chair I was in “seriously?” “I’m sorry but it's the only chair I currently have in your size” “this is degrading as…” I caught myself not out of respect for her rules but because I came up with an idea while she was cooking it wasn't a smart plan not even a good plan but it was the best I could come up with so far and for that I needed to make her like me, rose placed a plate full of curry in front of me surprisingly it was the right size, Rose picked up the spoon that was to small for her and scooped a small amount of the curry off my plate and held it to me, fuck me “Rose thank you for your help and all but may I try feeding myself?” she thought about it for a moment then handed the spoon to me “please take small bites” I nodded and took a bite, chewed and swallowed “wow this is fantastic” I said, Rose visibly relaxed a bit and had a mouthful from her own plate “Rose there's something I wanted to ask you” I prepared the next spoonful and like I had done hundreds of times before I placed the food in my mouth and began to ask my question “do you think…” my throat tightened and I knew that I was choking, the spoon dropped to the tray and I held my throat almost immediately I felt slaps on my back and I coughed up the rice “thank you” I wheezed “I told you to go slow now I’m feeding you” I groaned inwardly but I could salvage this “yeah you're probably right” I said letting her feed me a few bites before I tried again “do you think you could help me get home?” she looked at me “you are home honey” this pissed me off but I held it in check “I mean back to my world, I cant even eat properly in this world” “I’m afraid I can't do that sweety” “WHY NOT” I screamed “YOU ARE HOLDING ME AGAINST MY WILL, I WANT TO GO BACK HOME” I swiped the plate onto the floor where it clattered, Rose sighed “please calm down EmmaI just…” “NO I WANT TO GO HOME JUST LET ME LEAVE I HATE YOU!” it was obvious that hurt her but she took it well “I know that you may hate me but I love you” “LIKE A FUCKING PET I’M SURE YOU DO” “maybe you need another nap” “I DON'T NEED A FUCKING NAP I NEED TO GO HOME” she didn't reply just unbuckled me from the chair and picked me up I kicked and punched for all I could and she placed a hand over my arms so of course I bit her and didn't let go, Rose winced but didn't let go either, my mouth was flooded with a metallic taste and I realised that I had drawn blood, I couldn't keep biting her with that taste and I let go she continued to walk calmly to the room. We entered the room and she laid me in the crib “LET ME GO LET ME GO” I continued to scream “I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU LET ME GO” Rose picked up the bear and looked at it “did you know I made him for you so that even when I’m not with you you would know that I still loved you” and she placed the bear next to me I immediately took it and through the bear to the other side of the room “I DON'T NEED YOUR STUPID BEAR OR YOUR LOVE JUST LET ME GO HOME” Rose calmly walked over and picked up the bear and placed him at the other end of the crib and draped the blanket over me but I through it off, Rose closed the curtain and walked over to the doorway “you may not think so but I do love you” she said and closed the door “FUCK YOU” I screamed back at her. I continued to kick and scream for what felt like hours until I couldn't continue my throat hurt from the screaming and my legs hurt from kicking the bars so I did the only thing I could do I sat down on my padded ass and rubbed my feet. I was laying down facing the wall when the door to the room finally opened “are you hungry?” came Rose's voice “go away” I said softly “don't be like that, I am quite aware that littles have a hard time controlling their emotions sometimes and don't hold it against you” “please leave me alone” I heard a plate being set down on the dresser and footsteps came over to the crib “come on you only had a few bites just come and eat then I’ll let you be again” I turned to face her “no thank you please leave me alone” and I turned back to face the wall, I heard Rose sigh then felt her arms lift me up, I didn't fight her it was clear to me now that I was powerless to do anything against her. She walked back over to the dresser and picked up the plate and sat down on the chair, she adjusted me so I was sitting on her lap but restting in her arms, the plate was placed on her other leg and she scooped up a small portion and held it close to my mouth “please eat I don't want to force you” I looked at the spoon for a moment then opened my mouth to accept the food “thank you” she said and was sat like that her feeding me for a couple of minutes when she spoke again “I may not be able to help you get home…” my temper started to flare again “but that doesnt mean I won't try and help you feel more comfortable here” my temper eased a bit and took another bite of curry it really was good “could I lose the diapers and get some normal clothes?” I asked softly, this may be a prison but that didn't mean it couldn't be a nicer prison “I see no problem with you having some clothes similar to your birth world but the diapers…” she trailed off and I looked up at her “ah… well… would you meet me halfway and try pull ups for a little while?” I took a few moments to think it through, well from what I had seen from little kids the pull ups were at least thinner than diapers and surely anything had to be thinner than these stupid diapers, I let out a sigh then said “sure why not” “thank you Emma it's just till we see if you can hold it” this both annoyed and embarrassed me at the same time I was toilet trained when I was like three the fact she thought I wasn't was a bit insulting but it did get me out of these diapers “how about the crib?” I asked “Do you want a bed like mine?” I looked over at her bed and shuttered “ah yea but more my size I think it would be a pain to get into bed if it was that sized” she smiled down at me “finnish your curry and then I have something I want to show you.” I finished eating and Rose carried me on her hip through the house but I didn't pay much attention to my surroundings I was too focused on her hand, it was now covered in a bandage and I had no guilt over it no matter how nice she was being I still wanted to escape I would just have to be smarter about it. Rose opened the door and I saw a sky blue room with a small bed, a full sized dresser, toys galore and crap a diaper changing table “so I was thinking this could be your room if you wanted” I gave it another look over then looked up at Rose who was looking down at me “is the changing table necessary?” I asked, she chuckled just until I go out and get you some pull ups” Rose closed the door and set me down on the floor “take a look around” she said and sat down with her legs crossed “if there's anything you don't like just let me know and we shall see what we can do” again I looked at the changing table “that's the first thing to go” Rose laughed at me “ok, ok I think we can move it” in the corner there was a collection of puzzle mats, childish but I didn't see any problem with them then my eyes fell on it, the last of the days light fell onto the toy box like the heavens were trying to reveal it to me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and walked over to the toy box and ran my hand over the lid apart from it being bigger than I remember there was no doubt “it's my… its my toy box from when I was a kid” I looked back at Rose and for a split second I could swear there was worry on her face but the smile was there before I could give it a second thought “are you sure?” she asked, I traced the foam letters that had spelt my mum’s nickname for me “Emy” I said “It was what my mum used to call me” and I opened up the lid to see inside, in one corner there was some dolls and a plastic tea set while on the other side was a tub of legos, while there was no doubt the toy chest was mine its contents were not “why do you have this?” I asked and turned to face her “Emma dear this might look like your toy box but it isn't yours, your grandmother er ah my mum brought it for you” “but the name on the front?” “Yeah well she likes cute names for littles” Now that bore some thought Rose must have known my name before I first woke up here. I grimaced and dropped the lid “good it was a terrible name any way” and I walked over to look at the books on the bookshelf. In the bookshelf I noticed a couple of books that I knew and a lot that I didn't, I pulled out the first book on the shelf and looked at it “Alice's adventures in wonderland” “Have you read it?” asked Rose “I was always meaning to but never had the time between school, friends and a weekend job” I was about to place the book back when Rose stopped me “How would you feel if I read it to you?” I thought about it for a minute “Sure why not I’ve always wanted to know how the original book compares to all the other versions” Rose moved over to me and I handed her the book “Did you want to read it in here or the lounge?” “There's nothing wrong with here” she smiled at me “I hope theres nothing wrong with your room” she put a little extra emphasis on the ‘your’ part “Why don't you curl up in your bed and I’ll read” she indicated to the crib “Why it's not like I’m going to fall asleep” “I just thought you might be more comfortable in bed, here at least let me...” she stood up and pulled the sheets and blanket off the crib and laid them on the floor next to it, she sat back on the ground with her back resting against the wall “Come sit by me I won't bite” I couldn't help myself and grinned at her “Yea thats my thing” she chuckled and patted the bedding, I came over and sat on the sheets and placed the pillow against the wall to join Rose “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll Chapter 1 Down the Rabbit Hole Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank…” Rose continued to read but I didn't notice as I slowly slipped down the wall and laid onto the sheets and rested my eyes while listening to Roses reading, before I knew it Rose's voice faded out and I was asleep.
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  5. I may be taking another break from posting for a few days because I will be working once again. However, I will be checking in to hear your feedback as always! ? Chapter 13 A few days later. For the first time, Hayden was in the playroom upstairs with Violet. Grandmother Whitney smiled at the two littles and realized she forgot her knitting materials. She stood, “I’ll be back. You two play nice now while Grandma is away.” Violet’s brown eyes met Hayden’s slowly as she dropped her pacifier, “We only have so much time to talk, Hayden.” Her voice was surprisingly mature as Hayden eyed her. “About what?” Hayden said, taking out her pacifier as she got up and sat on her knees, curious. Violet said, “You’ll be leaving soon and the Rebels need a new leader. One which I want you to be.” She said quickly. Hayden blinked, eyebrows furrowing, “B-but, you don’t even know me? How could you be so sure?” Violet smiled, sadly as she looked at Hayden’s hair, “You have the mark, that’s all I need to know that you were born to be the new leader.” She smiled. Hayden frowned, “The mark? What’s tha-“ She heard approaching footsteps and quickly plopped her pacifier back into her mouth. Grandmother Whitney came in to find the girls playing patty cake together. She smiled to the girls as she sat in her rocking chair, beginning to knit her ruffle diaper cover for Hayden. Later on that day, Hayden was playing hide and go seek with the other littles. She chose the best hiding place: underneath the desk in the study room. As she was sitting there, waiting to be found, she heard a few voices enter the study and the door slam. Hayden jumped, wondering if it were Elsie. “No, no, no! This is absurd, I will not have that!” Grandmother Anne Marie said in an upset voice. Hayden fidgeted under the desk, wondering if she should dart out to let the Grandmothers know she was down there. She winced as she heard her diaper crinkle underneath her as she shifted. “When requested, we must. It’s the Grandmother’s promise to the Realm after all.” Grandmother Whitney said in a calm voice. “This is an outrage! She needs further training, you and I know that well enough.” Grandmother Anne Marie’s voice was uncontrollably furious. Hayden was scared as she sat underneath the desk, trying to breath quietly in fear of being caught. “Anne, the adoption papers are signed and faxed. Her last day is next week; there’s no getting around that.” The Grandmother sighed, her fingers tapping the desk Hayden was under. She paced the room, sitting of the desk chair and looking down. Grandmother Anne Marie jumped, surprised to see Hayden, “Oof!” She stood, “Look who we have here.” She made a tsk, tsk sound as she placed her hands on her hips. Grandmother Whitney walked around the desk, looking down to find Hayden. She kneeled, brushing the girls hair with her fingers and smiling, sadly, “What are you doing down here, little one?” Hayden placed a finger over her pacifier, “Hwiding!” Grandmother Whitney blinked sadly, “Looks like you’ll be having a new home, very soon, little one.” Hayden looked up, surprised, “Alweady?” She asked, slightly stupefied but also taking note that Violet had warned her earlier that day. “Unfortunately so.” The grandmother tickled Hayden’s stomach and she giggled. “Buh I don’t wanna weave.” She said, flicking between Grandmother Whitney and Grandmother Anne Marie who was silent behind Whitney. Grandmother Anne Marie looked at Hayden, hiding underneath the desk. She knew the little wasn’t prepared enough to leave the Lodge. She was due for another few weeks, even another month at the Boarding Lodge. The little didn’t have much of an attitude anymore… yet that worried the Grandmother. She wanted to break the girl once more before her departure. It was too soon… very too soon for Hayden to leave. Chapter 14 A week later. Hayden was coloring nervously the morning of her departure from the Lodge. At first, she hated her new home, yet she grew very used to the pampering and love from her Grandmothers. Hayden would be lying if she said she wasn’t counting down the days to leave though. It had been two long months and she was ready for something different, an escape. Grandmother Anne Marie could be cruel at times, leaving little Hayden on the sexual edge for three days once. Other times, she gave her multiple ‘treats’ being that Hayden was good, that is. Hayden would miss that, because it wasn’t guaranteed in the slightest where she was going was going to be anywhere near the same regard. Hayden was most sad to leave Violet. Poor Violet wasn’t getting any better, no matter how much Grandmother Anne Marie attempted to teach her lessons, that even Hayden knew. Hayden was scared for the girl and wanted to save her from the wrath of the Grandmothers but couldn’t; there was no way. Violet was Hayden’s partner in crime, after all, and Hayden didn’t want to leave her good friend. She heard that she was adopted by a married couple about a week prior. Was she nervous? It would be a lie if she said she wasn’t. Hayden was excited to leave the Grandmothers after being babied for so long, yet it was a bittersweet departure. Hayden heard the bell ring to the Lodge. Grandmother Anne Marie yelled, “Hayden! Come here!” She said. Hayden got up, waddling over in her beautiful red velvet and frilly babydoll dress with her red matching pacifier. She had white stockings pulled over her diaper that was obviously exposed as she ran to meet her new parents. She slid to a halt on the wooden floor as Grandmother Anne Marie came up to her, fixing the girls messy braided hair in a half pony-tail that had a red bow on top. Her eyes twinkled behind her round-rimmed glasses as she looked at Hayden. Oh my, would she miss the girl, as much as she’d hated to admit missing such a brat. The other Grandmothers joined them at the entrance. Grandmother Eleanor greeted the parents as they walked in, seeing their little for the first time. She’d be back, oh would these parents not know how to handle this one, Grandmother Anne Marie thought to herself as she introduced the Grandmothers. Hayden hid behind Grandmother Whitney, shyly. Grandmother Anne Marie frowned, knowing Hayden was only acting. Hayden was bratty, and she came out of her little shell in waves. These new parents would find that out soon enough. Hayden peaked out, meeting a tall, lanky man’s stare. He had longer, dark wavy hair smootherd back and blue eyes. His eyes lit up meeting hers as he smiled warmly. Grandma Whitney pushed Hayden forward. His wife squealed, “Oh my! Isn’t she precious, Chase?!” She kneeled down and pinched her cheek. Hayden met the woman who had honey blonde hair and hazel eyes, gawking at Hayden. “Yes, very precious, at that.” Chase said, walking over and kneeling with her. When he kneeled, he was nearly Hayden’s height. His wife Carey was putting on a good show, per usual, he thought. Hayden shifted, with a slight crinkle of her diaper, not certain what to do she was so awkward at introductions. Hayden found herself in these new stranger’s car as they pulled out of the driveway, waving to the Grandmothers as they left. Grandmother Whitney cried softly in the cool winter breeze as Grandmother Anne Marie said bitterly, “Don’t worry, she’ll be back.” Once they were on the road for ten minutes, Chase spoke, meeting Hayden’s eyes in the rearview mirror, “What did you do before this?” “Color.” Hayden said, a bit confused by the question. “We mean before they took you, Hayden.” Carey said next to Hayden, taking away her pacifier from Hayden’s mouth and unclipping it from her dress. Hayden blinked, taken aback by the sudden gesture. Was this a trick question? Would she be sent back if she answered wrong? “Um, I was in school to become a doctor.” She shifted in the car seat, nervous. “Mhm, and how did it make you feel when you were taken?” Chase said, thoughtfully. Hayden asked, “Why do you want to know?” A bit of an attitude leaving her mouth. Were they trying to get her into trouble? “Because we were under the assumption that we found the right little.” Carey said slowly. Hayden was utterly confused, what did they mean? “I mean, where do I begin?” Hayden decided to be honest, “From shitting myself every day to not being able to not being able to have a glass of wine, it sucks. I was almost done with school, only a few more years.” She said, words leaving her mouth quickly, a bit too honestly to these people she just met. Hayden was scared she be punished for cursing but they didn’t say anything. Carey said, “I’m sorry for your loss of time, Hayden.” Hayden was confused to why Carey was treating her like an equal. It was a strange feeling to have after so long of being belittled and people talking to her in condescending tones. She felt liberated, to a degree. “What do you guys want from me?” Hayden asked, going straight to the point. Chase spoke up, “We want to help you. Maybe one day get you back to your home, your life again. However, you can be an important asset to helping the helpless. To restoring the old ways of the Realm.” Hayden shifted, her heart rate increasing, “Exactly, what are you referring to?” “We want you to join the rebellion. To help us save lives.” Carey said. Hayden gulped, knowing fully that if she joined this rebellion, it’d be dangerous. Was it worth it? Putting herself in danger for the sake of people like her? Like her other little friends? To think, if not for being taken Ned would be in the Mundane Realm with his child. Violet would be normal, not being tormented by older women that call themselves 'Grandmothers'. If Hayden had a chance to save those littles... would she take it? Was this her opportunity? Hayden thought to herself... what was life without a little danger, after all? “I’m in.” No if’s, and’s or but’s, as the rule book said.
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  6. I am pretty sure SGTbaby covered everything I was thinking as well. Includung the fact that I was very pleased to see a new update. I am looking forward to reading more.
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  7. The decision has been made. I will do one more adventure for Derick and Maria at this age. I already have a plot and itll be written in 3 parts. Enjoy
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  8. I thought it would be common sense to keep sensitive stuff locked down when other people have keys to the same room/apartment..
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  9. One reason I always cringe when people here ask about the best way to tell their friends and family they like to wear diapers and play as a baby. Your intentions might be in the right place, but you never know when someone will turn against you for any reason at all, even the best of your friends. I have always been one to stay way in the closet. My diapers and lifestyle is my business and no one else's I have had good friends who have become idiots on their own level. Even if you don't think a friend would ever do that to you, think of this. You have a friend who gets caught up in a specific religion, maybe due to another friend convincing him to go to his church. That friend really starts getting into the new church and suddenly gets the idea you are a devil and heathen because of your diaper wearing. It's "Going against God's will", he says. Next thing you know, he starts telling everyone about you and your diapers and how bad you are and how God will punish you. Sure, most people will think of him as a nut job, but now people will know about your diaper lifestyle who didn't know about it before, including possible employers and coworkers. Your girlfriend of 2 years suddenly gets in a snit about something and dumps you. Now she tells everyone that you are an AB who likes to wear diapers and wet your pants just out of spite. Who knows that she may even have taken pictures of you in your diapers during play time together. I always say "Think about what you have to gain and what you have to lose before telling others". Is it worth it to have it all out in the open to family, friends, coworkers just for a little fun time in diapers with a girlfriend?
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  10. The course of true love never did run smooth. And no good story works without a crisis that needs resolving. I hope Michael gets to make his own contribution to overcoming the obstacles, as well as Erica: it could be quite demeaning for him to feel entirely dependent on her outside as well as within their age play.
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  11. I think the gist is that he has to wear diapers to get the girls to leave him alone because he's too sexy (google translates it as "delicious"). Here's another ad from the same campaign The big print reads "If you stay a little too sexy." The rest of the text just talks about how great the gym is and you should come join. Explained here: https://cargocollective.com/peterstrange/following/all/peterstrange/FITNESSDK Here is the translation from that video: "My name is James. After I started working out at FitnessDK, I became a bit too sexy. I would lie if I said I didn't enjoy the stolen glances, the craving and hunger in their eyes, but in the end, it was just too annoying to be checked out constantly. The diaper helps me get some time for myself when I need it the most.
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  12. not to get all up in your business but if you are only 6 months in, its time to cut and run. Trust me when I say the diapers are not going away, no matter how many times you purge. It's not the diapers you should be dumping, in my opinion. I used to think I could get rid of diapers and life would be perfect. Now I am 52. I have a full nursery with a bunch of baby clothes. You just need to find your peace with who you are and then find someone who understands what you need. I am sure someone will tell me to shut up but I think I know quite a bit about how this works. I used to think I was going to be able to grow up and be an adult. The only thing you become is a pissed off old person and you find yourself trying to make up for the lost years. Lots of luck to you
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  13. The creatures that came into the old warehouse were strange to Kristine, terrible looking. Grey skin, and long, beak-like noses. They all wore pointed, red hats, with slim chains hanging from them. Each carried a blade, similar in design to a butcher’s knife, but much longer. “Lucky you,” Tac said softly into Kristine’s ear. “Redcaps. Don’t hold back with them, they’re not protected by any treaties and will kill you if they get the chance.” Kristine did not answer, she slid her pacifier into her mouth. She waited until she knew that all the Redcaps had entered. As she pulled the hood of her cloak over her head, she teleported behind the last of the Redcap. She hit him with her mace, knocking him to the ground at the same moment she teleported away. The Redcaps spun on the sound. Panicked jabbering as they looked at their fallen comrade. Then the biggest bellowed, “Enough. Spread out, watch each other’s flanks.” At his orders the panic was gone, or at least not being openly displayed. Kristine next teleported above their heads and dropped upon the leader, her mace catching him hard across the shoulder. He roared and spun, his knife cutting out at his attacker. Kristine was already gone, teleported away to the far right of their line of advance where she took out another of the Redcaps while their leader provided her with a distraction. “Someone’s playing with us, playing games,” the leader snarled. His right arm hung limply at his side. “Back to back, no one takes us unawares!” “Bergons is dead or out,” a runty Redcap said, looking at the sprawled form of Kristine’s latest victim. “Blood and guts! Have they sent us up against a Paladin or something?” “A Paladin?” The Redcap that spoke had a quaver in his voice. “Shut your gob! It was just a thought. No one would send us against Paladin.” Once more the angry tone of their leader quieted the voice of fear among the Redcaps, and they advanced into the warehouse. Kristine watched them, heart beating fast, trying to control her breathing. It was terrifying, but exhilarating at the same time. She felt strong and powerful. She forgot her wet diaper. Teleporting just to the side of the leader, she swung up with her mace at the Redcap to his side. The weapon caught the creature hard, snapping its head up and back, lifting it off of its feet. Kristine was gone before the leader’s sword-sized knife cut through where she had been. Behind them, she hit another Redcap twice before teleporting again. She listened as their leader barked angrily at the Redcaps that still stood, bullying and threatening them back into a defensive line. “You’re really doing a number on them,” Tac said, jumping up beside where Kristine hid. “They’re gonna bweak thoon,” she lisped. “Uh huh.” “Gotta time it jutht wight.” “Time what?” Kirstine did not answer. She teleported once more, her mace sending another Redcap spinning in a boneless heap to crash into another. Another teleport and she poked one of the bigger Redcaps in its chest with the end of her mace, hard enough to dent the armour it wore. As the air whooshed out of its lungs, she grabbed it and teleported away. The leader was swearing and cursing. Kristine knew he was near breaking. She hung up in the rafters above them with one hand, holding the wheezing Redcap with the other. She spat out her pacifier, which fell to dangle on the end of its ribbon. The Redcap looked up at her, the cloak making his gaze slide away from her, not wanting to see her. Kristine shook her cloak's hood away. When she saw his eyes widen she let him go. The Redcap screamed, “Magical Girl,” as he fell, and then landed with a crash on top of his leader. They broke. They screamed. They ran. Kristine put the pacifier back in her mouth and then went after them. Trying not think of the ones that she had killed Kristine secured the remaining Redcaps, locking them up in magically summoned, adult-sized car seats, gagged with pacifiers and hands secured in locking mittens. “See what sort of a pervert I have to deal with,” Tac said to Gorgeous and Gwens. “Hey!” Kristine snapped. “Thith ithn’t what I want.” “It is the nature of the magic of the Nursery Knights,” Gwens explained. “Thank you,” Kristine said. “We need to get them to talk,” Gorgeous said. “Kristine can sit her messy diaper on one their faces until they talk,” Tac said. Kristine was about to snap something angry, but she paused, wondering if her diaper was messy. “Don’t be disgusting Tac,” Gorgeous told her. “You have any ideas how to make a Redcap talk?” The two, Gorgeous and Gwens looked at one another as if looking to see if the other had an answer. Kristine sighed. “They’re bullieth.” “Yes, a little.” Gorgeous nodded. “A strong leader keeps them in line.” Turning towards where the leader was trussed up Kristine regarded him for several seconds. She walked towards him, then grabbed him and his seat up, lifting him to her shoulder. It was amazing how strong she was. She supposed it was not surprising, considering that she easily lifted a mace as big as she was. It might look like an oversized plastic rattle, but it whatever it was made of was as robust and as heavy as hardened steel. “What are you doing?” Gorgeous asked her. “A little thidebar dithcuthion.” Kristine walked up a set of stairs towards the upper level of the warehouse. She summoned her magic bag and was not surprised to find it had what she wanted in it. Calling Mr Bear, she got the Redcap hung up in a baby bouncer. Then she dismissed Mr Bear and the bag. Alone she gave the bouncer a spin, so the Redcap was hanging upside down. Satisfied she had things set up Kristine slapped the Redcap hard on the face until it finally woke. Gagged as it was by the pacifier, it could only make noises at her. She waited until it went silent and then she walked closer and pulled the pacifier from its mouth. “Hi,” she said. “I will kill you. I will soak my cap in your blood.” Kristine felt a shiver of fear go through her. This creature was a monster under the bed, the thing that hid in shadows. She should be terrified. And she was scared. It would be stupid to not be. But she also felt confident. “Do you think you could work againtht a Liaithon and the Magical Girlth in the Mundane Realm would do nothing?” She was sure she saw some doubt in his expression. You never lied, but you could let someone’s imagination work against them. And it was harder to reject a question than a statement. “And don’t think that they would thend the motht powerful Magical Girl to deal wif it?” More doubt, but it was followed by bluster. “I don’t care how powerful you are! I’ll kill you.” “Weally? Kill me? I jutht waid out all your men in like thirty theconds without bweaking a thweat. Tho I can’t thay I am weally afwaid of you. And I don’t even haf to beat you up.” She stared at him. “I could change you into a doll. That’th what a Magical Girl who lookth like me doeth. An ugly doll that I will put up on a thhelf and bwing down when I am bored to pway tea party wif.” Her lisp seemed to be getting worse. The thought seemed to lodge itself in his brain. Toxic masculinity, Kristine thought. Before he could bluster at her some more, she lifted her skirt. “I’ll keep the ugly dolly in diaperth juth like thethe.” She hoped she was not blushing. The Redcap, hanging upside down, went pale in the face. Odd as the blood should be rushing to his head. “I’ll…” “Kill me, yeth, I know, you thaid it tho many timeth. But wittle dolly Wedcap won’t be doing anything but thitting up on a thhelf in a cute wittle diaper.” He sputtered and stuttered, eyes wide. Kristine was a little surprised that the Redcap seemed to be believing it, which made her wonder if she could actually do it. She was almost tempted to try it. She reached out and pulled the Redcap’s cap off, having to give it a yank as it did not seem to want to come free. She ran her fingers through the stringy hair. “I’ll put thith up in cute pigtailth.” That seemed to be the breaking point. She poked at the battered Redcap's psyche some more and soon had a name. Pushing the pacifier back into the Redcap’s mouth she said, “Jutht hang around here and be a good wittle Wedcap, or you’ll be an ugly wittle doll.” She left the Redcap trussed up and walked back down the stairs to where Tac and the others waited. “He thaid he wath hired by thomeone named Cathar Red.” “He gave up his employer?” Tac was wide-eyed with surprise. “Did you sit your dirty diaper on his face after all?” “Got to hell Tac!” “Cassar Red?” Gorgeous asked. Kristine looked away form Tac to Gorgeous and nodded. “Who’s he?” Tac asked. “A broker.” “A bwoker of what?” “Of everything. If you want something, he will get it for you, or at least try. A band of Redcaps would be easy. This is useful.” “How?” “Because Derrypiz had to have arranged this so Cassar Red will be able to tell us where Derrypiz is.” “Weally?” Kristine was doubtful. “He deals in favours. We are going to not kill any more of his Redcap mercenaries, and we are not going to tell the world that a Magical Girl defeated them and got their leader to talk. For that, he is going to let us know what we want.” “I’m doubtful,” Tac said. “Do you have a better idea?” Gorgeous countered. “Lots, but I suppose hiding out in a hostess bar until this all blows over is not one you are going to go along with?” Gorgeous shook her head. “Hey, let’s go see this Cassar Red guy so he can murder us all then.” “He’th not going to murder uth all,” Kristine said. “Oh?” “I mean, I’ll let him murder you, jutht cauthe.” Tac held out her right hand, her fingernails looking more claw-like than they had a moment before. “Does someone want another spanking?” Kristine decided not to push it. The Redcaps were locked up and left behind. Gorgeous did not seem to be worried. ‘Cassar can send someone to free them. It’s not like they will starve anytime soon.’ Tac rode on Kristine’s shoulder, Gwens on her other, Gorgeous, in the form of a long-limbed desert dog walked at her side. They were protected by Kristine’s cloak. No one looked at them. They had to walk widdershins around a transit station three times before they could board an airship. “Express Clipper,” Gorgeous said once they had reached the cabin and she had taken her human form. “We’ll outpace any news of ourselves on our way to Cassar.” Kristine thought to ask how that was possible but decided she would just be told magic. “Can I maybe go back to being mythelf?” she asked. Training panties and her regular clothing were a much better option than diapers and her ridiculous magical girl outfit. “Sure, if you want to be ripped apart by the magic here,” Tac told her, still in cat form. “It would solve all our problems.” “Can I get a new companion?” She asked Gorgeous. Gorgeous did not answer but instead asked Tac, “Why do all your magical girls ask for a new companion.” “It’s a gift. I have a low tolerance for their shit. In all cases before Kristine here that has just been a metaphor.” “Oh fuck you.” “Watch that mouth little girl or Mr Bear might be shoving a big bar of soap into it.” “Tac is right you know. The plushie guardians do seem to want a certain kind of behaviour. You really should not push it.” Gewns had taken her human form and a seat. “You’d think Mr Bear would have an issue with me killing Redcaps then.” “Well, your job is to fight monsters,” Gwens told her, tone making it clear she expected Kristine to know that. What a bunch of magical bitches, Kristine thought. “Excuse me,” Kristine said as she got up. Their cabin had its own bathroom, and Kristine entered and locked the door. She wanted a moment alone before she hit any of the magical liaisons. She also needed to change her diaper. She summoned the magical bag and pulled Mr Bear out of it. A moment later the bear assumed its larger size. Kristine did not have to tell Mr Bear what she wanted. He rolled out the changing mat and lay her down on it. His clumsy looking paws were surprisingly adroit, and as always he soon had her in a clean diaper, back on her feet, and smoothing her dress down. “Thank you, Mr Bear, wuv you,” she said. Mr Bear shrunk back to his plushie toy size and fell into the bag. She dismissed the bag and left the bathroom. In the cabin Gorgeous, Gewns and Tac were arguing. “You are kidding yourself Gorgeous,” Tac told her, “if you think this mess will just stop at Derrypiz.” “You honestly think that his superiors, our superiors knew what he was doing?” “That is exactly what I am saying. They all just need to get their beaks wet, only some offence Gwens.” “You’re an asshole Tac.” Gwens was reading a newspaper and did not look up from it. “Umon Derrypiz is a lone operator who had gotten away with it, until now.” Kristine took a seat, fresh and clean diaper crinkling under her bottom. “I bet you a cushy desk job that Umon rolls over on at least three higher ups when we get him.” Gorgeous did not answer. “So you are not so confident,” Tac had a canary-eating grin on her face. “And what do I get when it turns out I am right?” “What do you want? Sex. I’m really good at it you know.” Maybe Gorgeous blushed. Maybe not. Sounding like she was growling, she said, “Your resignation.” “What?” Tac asked. “I can’t fire your ass, but you can resign.” “Now wait a moment…” “So you are not so confident,” Gorgeous said in a tone that mirrored that Tac had earlier used. “Meh, what do I care about a desk job.” “Maybe you two can just kill each other and get it over with,” Gwens said, shaking the paper with a snap and then turning a page. “Tho,” Kristine said, interrupting, “how doeth thith all affect me?” “Always all about you,” Tac said. “The grownups are taking here.” “All it theems the grown… all it theems you are doing is arguing.” “If Derrypiz is working alone we hand him over and find out who paid him and why. We remove the threat to you in the Mundane World. No more hunters.” “And if he ith not working alone?” Gorgeous did not answer. “Than we don’t know who to trust,” Tac told her. “And maybe a decision is made to make us all disappear.” “Dithappear?” “Euphemism for killing us. Oh a euphemism means…” “I know what a euphemithm meanth,” Kristine snapped. “No need to throw a tantrum.” Kristine was about to swear a blue streak at Tac but recalled what had been said earlier about Mr Bear and soap. “Will you both shut up,” Gorgeous said to them. Into the silence, she continued, “If there are more people involved we’ll take this to one of the Great Eleven.” “The Great Eleven?” “They are the most powerful beings in the Magical Realm. So powerful they are beyond petty politics and graft. All they care about is that things in the Magical Realm do not get too chaotic.” “Tho why don’t we go directly to them?” “Because they solve problems by making them go away, literally,” Tac said. “If we haven’t made an effort to sort things out ourselves then we are part of the problem. We’ll be lucky if they don’t turn us all into frogs, or magical baby girls like Kristine here.” Kristine’s jaw firmed, and her eyes narrowed. She wondered if she could wipe that smirk off Tac’s face before the Liaison got a hand on her. Knocking Tac down might be worth the spanking. “Shut up Tac, you are not helping,” Gorgeous told her. “All Powers Forfend that she actually be helpful,” Gwens said. “We will talk to Cassar Red. We will find Umon Derrypiz,” Gorgeous told them. “And then we will understand the situation. There is no arguing this.” Tac sat back in her seat, with a ‘hmph’ sound. She looked like she was pouting. Kristine sat back in her seat and looked across at Gwens, still behind the paper. She started reading the stories on the front and back pages. When Gwens was finished, she asked to borrow the paper. “Oh,” Gwens said, handing the paper over, “you can read.” “Ith that tho thurprithing?” “None of the Nursery Knights ever managed it last I had heard.” Tac giggled. The express clipper docked at the top of a tower station that had to be more than a thousand meters tall. But the tower was dwarfed by the mountain on which lower slopes the station was built. Kristine stood at the railing, staring up at the incredible sight. The forest-clad slopes of the mountain swept up, into the clouds. “Holy thit,” Kristine whispered. “It’s called Mountain Seven,” Gorgeous told her. “Mountain Theven?” “The Seventh Member of the Great Eleven makes her home at the summit. We shall not be going there.” “Thank all the Powers,” Tac said. Kristine looked down, saw the tiny forms of people, a path that led up the sides of the mountain, under the trees. She looked up, for some sign of a ropeway, or the magical equivalent of helicopters. “How do we get up there?” “Most people walk,” Gorgeous told her. “They don’t fly?” Kristine did not like the idea of walking, well, she would be waddling, up the mountain. “You don’t fly up the slopes of Mountain Seven,” Gwens said and shivered. “The Storm Eagles pick off any fliers and shred them.” Kristine was about to ask what a Storm Eagle was, it seemed important, but Tac interrupted, saying, “You’ll teleport us up the slope.” “The Thtorm Eagleth won’t attack?” “As long as your feet start and end on the mountain when you Teleport the Eagles won’t react,” Gwens told her. The three Liaisons took their animal forms and crowded around Kristine. Tac said into her ear, “See up the slope, to the left, the brown looking patch in the green?” “I thee it,” Kristine said after a moment. “That is the third rest stop. Teleport us up there.” Kristine narrowed her eyes, setting the place firmly in her mind. Then she stepped. It was suddenly cold around, more so than it had been on the station tower. A biting wind went right up the ridiculously short skirt of her magical girl outfit. Around her were many beings. Some looked human, and many did not. She supposed they were resting. It reminded her of a campsite, with small, cabin-like huts around the perimeter, and fire pits and benches towards the centre. There were also food booths set up, and others that sold a wide variety of things, from walking sticks to rain hats. “Doeth anyone live here?” Kristine asked aloud around her pacifier. None of the beings around her noticed or heard her. “There are villages and towns built on the slopes,” Tac told her. “You come here if you are looking for something that is only made on Mountain Seven. The only good stuff is above the mist line.” Kristine looked up, to where the mountain was obscured by clouds. “Take up to that scar, just below the where the clouds come down,” Tac told her. Kristine nodded and made her next teleport. It was even colder up there, and the air was damp. Kristine pulled her cloak tighter around herself. “We’ll be walking for a little bit now,” Gorgeous said, back in her human form. Kristine stared up in the clouds, looking for a break that might give her a new teleport target, but it was too thick. She followed after Gorgeous, waddling and crinkling as she went. A damp and cold hour later they came to the next rest stop. Kristine sat down upon one of the benches, feeling the wet padding of her diaper squish beneath her. “We can get ahead,” Tac said, looking up. Kristine looked up as well and saw the clouds had blown away over the clearing, giving her a view of the sky, and some of the mountain. Kristine picked another area and teleported them farther up the mountain. Then ended up on an area of the mountain, bare rock, as if there had been a recent landslide, overlooking the trail. “We’re close,” Gorgeous said. “We walk the rest of the way.” Easy for her to say, Kristine thought, as she was not wearing a chafing diaper. The path had a noticeable grade, and while Kristine did not feel the burning in her thighs from lifting her feet to make the climb, she could have done without the wet diaper on her ass. Gwens rode on Kristine’s shoulder, not taking a chance at flying even a few feet above the ground, while Gorgeous and Tac walked ahead, shifting their forms in places were four legs were more convenient than two, or vice-versa. Kristine felt a pressure in her bottom as she climbed. Before becoming a Magical Girl, she would not have worried. Holding a bowel movement for a few hours might have been uncomfortable, but she had been quite capable of it. Now she knew she could not trust herself to avoid filling the seat of her diaper. And as bad as that would be she did not want to end up pawing her dirty diaper like she had on that rooftop. “Ith there a plathe we could retht up around here?” Kristine asked, trying to keep her tone neutral as if the answer really did not matter to her. “There is a town called Steel ahead, it is where Cassar Red lives, I think. We could rest, but I would rather go straight to his home, just to be sure we will arrive ahead of any news.” “Don’t you get it Gorgeous,” Tac said from a few steps ahead, “Little Kristine has to go potty before she makes a big mess in her diapers.” Kristine flushed as Gorgeous said, “Oh, well I suppose a stop would be in order.” Gwens jumped down from Kristine’s shoulder and took her human form. She put a hand on Kristine’s shoulder and said to the others, “Show some compassion. It is not her fault she lost her potty training. Don’t worry Kristine,” she smiled, “we’ll get to Steel soon. Just hold out a little bit more, okay sweetie?” Kristine nodded, of two minds about the thing. While Gwens was treating her kindly, she was treating her as if she was a little girl. Maybe Gorgeous’ indifference and Tac’s cutting remarks were better. But she clenched her buttocks as best she could and continued up the trail. Her mind was taken off her bottom when she smelt something in the air. Smoke, metal and fire. “What ith that?” She sniffed obviously. “Your diaper?” Tac said, not looking back. Gorgeous ignored Tac and told Kristine, “The forges. They make magic weapons in steel. The smiths only sell to people willing to climb four or five days to get here.” “Four or five dayth?” Kristine asked. “We moved a lot faster thanks to your teleporting of us.” Kristine nodded. Close to Steel Kristine could see the glow of forges, and hear the sound of metal on metal as the smiths made their weapons. Close to Steel’s main gate was an inn where Gorgeous got them rooms. Kristine ran up the stairs, clutching the room key tightly in her hand, unable to keep her other hand from pressing against the back of her diaper as if that would hold back the mess. In her room’s bathroom, she pulled off the wet, and little messy, diaper and sat down on the toilet. She let out a sigh of relief. The soiled diaper lay on the floor, the shorts streaks of brown indicating that she had not been entirely successful, but at least it was not as bad as it could be. “Fuck,” she said softly. “I’m happy that I only pooped my diaper a little.” Standing Kristine grabbed some paper and wiped herself clean. She called her magic bag and took out a clean diaper, put it on herself as best she could. Mr Bear, of course, would do a better job, but always letting Mr Bear take care of her seemed a little like giving up. Down in the common-room, the three liaisons were sitting around a table, drinks and finger foods in front of them. “Hey stinky, need a sippy cup?” Tac asked as Kristine approached the table. Kristine gave Tac the finger and then sat down. “Tho what are we going to do?” “Cassar Red’s home is apparently near the far edge of the town,” Gorgeous said. “We’ll go there and see if we can talk to him. Once we meet him, I suppose we’ll see what he does.” It did not sound like a great plan to Kristine, but she supposed she could not offer better. She nodded. “I underthtand.” “Unless someone has something to say.” Tac opened her mouth. “Something intelligent and useful to say.” Tac closed her mouth. “Then let’s go,” Gorgeous said. The four of them got up, left the inn, started walking across the town. The night was often lit by the glow of forges, and the sound of metal on metal, outside of the inn, was loud. Kristine saw people and monsters, though she supposed the monsters were people, working in and around the forges. She and the other stepped to the side of the road as a thing like a minotaur came by, pushing a heavy cart full of metal. The far side of the town was more residential, the sound of work grew fainter, the citizens around were more often out for relaxing walks, perhaps on their way to some entertainment. The structure that Gorgeous led them to was made up of five cubes, four balanced on the corners of the one which sat on the ground. It was like some sort of cubist flower. Tac asked, “We just all going to walk in there?” Gorgeous seemed to think about that. “Perhaps that would not be wise.” “Kristine and I can go in,” Gwens said. “They might recognise Gorgeous, and Tac is useless.” “Tell me about it,” Kristine said softly. “Sounds good,” Gorgeous told them. “What did you say?” Tac asked, but everyone ignored her. Kristine and Gwens approached a set of tall doors on the base cube. Gwens reached out and tapped on the door. The doors opened inwards, beyond the threshold was a room of white tiles and wall panels. There was a desk and chair, the only piece of furniture. Behind it sat a woman, red skinned with a pair of horns growing up from her forehead. “Can I help you?” she asked, looking up as they entered. “We’d like to speak to Cassar Red,” Gewns told the woman. “I see. What would you like to speak to Cassar about?” “The current status of some of his employees.” “The current status?” “Tied up,” Christine supplied. The woman seemed to consider that, then asked, “Which employees would these be?” “We would like to discuss that with Cassar Red.” “You are seeking some sort of reward?” Gwens and Kristine nodded. “I understand,” she said, then got to her feet. “Please come with me.” One of the wall panels was actually a door, which opened to a set of stairs. They climbed it, Kristine wondered if her diapers were crinkling louder than usual and hated the thought that she thought of the rustle as ‘usual’. The stairs let out on the top of the cube, the woman leading them to one of the cubes balanced on the base. There was a mirror on the corner, reflecting them and the area behind them. “Through here,” the horned woman said, stepping up to and then through the mirror. Kristine, who had been following close, paused in front of the mirror, the idea of trying to step through glass clashing with her understanding of a logical world. Though of course, she was no longer in a logical world. “Hurry up,” Gwens said, giving her a gentle push on the small of her back. She sounded like she was talking to a child. Kristine stepped forward. She did not bang her face on a glass pane, but passed through, feeling for a moment tingling on her skin. It was as if she had stepped into the reflection. The space around her exactly as it had been reflected in the mirror. She stood atop a cube, four cubes around her balanced on the edges. Around her were the town and the mountain. The only difference was the two people who stood there. The horned woman and a thing that looked a little like a flying, pink squid about the size of a cow. Kristine knew she should be stepping forward, introducing herself, perhaps taking one of the squid’s tentacles in a firm handshake. Instead for a few more seconds she just looked at the area around her. It had to be some sort of illusion, but could it be that she had stepped into another world, an exact copy of the one she had just left? With magic, it could be possible. And what would that mean? Had a reflection of herself stepped out of the mirror into the world she had just left. She was rudely shaken from her thoughts by Gwens cupping of the rear of her diaper, giving it a light squeeze. Kristine looked over her shoulder at the other woman. Gwens, for her part, looked a little surprised. “Sorry,” she said softly, “when one of the Nursery Knights got a faraway look it was often because they were…” she trailed off. Kristine knew she was blushing. She turned back to the woman and the squid. The woman who wanted to be a lawyer knew they had just entered this negotiation in a position of weakness. On the other party's property, her staring around like an idiot, Gwens checking her diaper, the evident fact that she and Gwens were not used to working together. She was going to have to be on her game. Stepping forward, as if the last ten or twenty-seconds had not happened, Kristine said, “Cathar Red?” “I am.” The voice came from the squid, so Kristine assumed it had spoken. “My name is Krithtine, and this is Gwenth. We had a recent dealing with thome Redcapth that were in your employ.” “Miss Villis, you may leave us now,” Cassar Red said. The horned woman dipped her head politely to the squid and then left, passing out through the mirror. Kristine was relieved that a copy of the woman did not step back to replace the one that had left. So, no mirror image copies to deal with, that was one less worry. Realizing she had no time to indulge in such fancies, and worrying for a moment that her ability of focus on things was suffering as much as her toilet training, she took the lead and said, “The Redcapth have been detained in a location that we will provide you. I apologithe in advanthe for the condition of thome of them.” “And what condition would that be?” “Dead,” Gwens said. Kristine nodded, pleased with how Gwens had come in like that. She noted that the colour of the squid changed to a deeper pink. Anger? Surprise? Am undigested bit of hearing? Forget a poker face, the squid did not have a face at all. Kristine would have to be careful not to assume anything. “You come here and tell me that you killed my employees?” Cassar Red demanded. At least the tone of voice sounded like he was demanding. “In thelf defenthe,” Kristine said. “They were trying to kill uth.” “Do you think that makes a difference?” The squid’s colour darkened further, perhaps getting closer to a red. “It doeth to me,” Kristine said. “And it would to any arbiter that was asked to look into it,” Gwens added. Cassar Red’s colour faded back to a lighter pink. “You will tell me where these Redcaps are?” “Of course,” Gwens said, and then provided the location of the warehouse. Kristine might have liked to ask for something before giving out that information, but she could work with the situation. That first piece of information would be the bait. “I suppothe you might value our dithcretion.” Kristine tried to take a relaxed posture. Hard to manage in a diaper and a toddler dress, but she liked the think she managed. “Oh?” The Squid drifted closer. “Discretion about what?” “That your Redcapth were thpanked like naughty children and provided jutht as much of a challenge.” The squid’s colour darkened again. “And what would that discretion cost?” “We know that Umon Derrypiz hired you, we don’t care if you deny it. Let us know where Derrpiz is, and we won’t say anything about your Redcaps.” Gwens had taken a step forward, closer to Cassar Red. “Giving up a client, if this Derrpiz is even a client, would be bad for business. There are agreements after all.” “What ith the agreement?” Kristine asked. Cassar Red’s body turned toward Kristine. “What does it matter?” “Humour me,” Kristine said. Maybe they did not have a legal system as Kristine might have studied, but verbal contracts were still a type of contract. “If Redcaps are involved than it is the death of the target, and then making that target disappear.” Kristine recalled the teeth in the mouth of the Redcaps and thought, ‘Ouch.’ “Nothing elthe? No obtaining any pothethionth? Not bringing him anything?” “Redcaps are simple creatures. They are sent on straightforward jobs and are cheap for it.” “So you can afford to have their skills called into question? That seems unlikely,” Gwens said. “It would be a problem.” Tentacles snapped out like whips, deadly bone razors at the ends promising an unpleasant fate if hit by them. Kristine supposed she should have expected something like that. Anyone who hired out mercenaries to kill people would probably have no problem with killing people themselves. However, she had no intention of being killed. Her rattle mace in her hands knocked the tentacles aside, stepping in close and slamming the weapon down on the squid. It was knocked to the ground, bounced off the surface. Its colour faded to a pink so light it was almost white. She hoped that meant it was scared. “Cwib time thafe thpathe,” Kristine called out. Around them, the crib like bars appeared. She was not about to let Cassar Red run. Cassar Red did not seem to see it that way, for it rose into the air and flashed towards the mirror that Kristien and Gwens had entered through. However, the crib bars were up to stopping a high-speed squid the size of a cow. It hit the bars and then bounced off them. The squid went a dark red as it rose and spun on Kristine. “Release me!” it screamed as its tentacles speared out towards Kristine. Kristine moved like a dancer, like a woman who did not have a thick diaper taped around her bottom. She knocked tentacles aside and stepped around the shorter arms. Closing on Cassar Red she hit him a glancing blow that sent him spinning off. “Todayth the day the teddy bearth haf their pi’nic,” Kristine sang out. Around her shadows began to clump together. With a pop, those clumping shadows became giant teddy bears, about twelve of them. The bears gambolled across the roof, eight of them grabbing Cassar Red’s suckered arms, another two his tentacles, and the last two wresting the body to the surface. It only took moments, and they had the squid locked down. Kristine walked over to the struggling squid, looked it over, and then gave it a hard kick in its beak. It made strange sounds and thrashed uselessly. The angry red faded to an almost perfect white. She lowered her mace gently, placing the head on the squid, then slowly letting the weight settle on its body. “Tho, do you want to tell uth anything?” With a voice that trembled Cassar Red said, “What are you?” “I’m the pithed off girl with the mathe and the bearth that are about to thee what it taketh to rip one of your tentacleth off.” One of the bears, obedient, began to pull on one of the squid's arms. “No, please, stop,” Cassar Red cried out. Kristine squatted down, aware of the bulk of her diaper and how it spread out her knees. She looked the squid in one of its black eyes. “Tho, let’th be fair,” Kristine said. “I don’t want you to bweak your contract. How can you tell uth what we know and thtill thay you kept your word?” “I can’t. There is no way.” Kristine nodded, and the bear gave the arm a twist and harder pull. It did not tear off, but there was an unpleasant sound. “Ever heard of thuthhi? Cometh from the mundane world. I’m quite a fan.” “I can tell you how he paid,” Cassar Red said, voice panicked and pained. “Theems of little uthe. Do you think I could find thome wathabi around here?” “He paid in gold. True Gold. Minted with the crown and the sword.” Kristine looked over her shoulder at Gwens. Gwen nodded. Kristine straightened with a crinkle of diapers and a slight squish of her padding. She lifted her mace and then snapped her fingers. The bears all faded away. The squid remained laying on the roof. “Let’th hope we never have to meet again,” Kristine told Cassar Red and stepped over him, treading on two arms and a tentacle. The crib bars faded away, the way to the mirror clear. Gwens gave Cassar Red a wider berth and followed Kristine through the mirror. “How did you do that?” Gwens asked as they came out on the roof of the cube they had started on. “Do what?” “Fight like that. The Nursery Knights were, well, pretty useless.” “Maybe if you had waited until they were a little older,” Kristine told her and caused her mace to disappear. “What is the point of True Gold, with the crown and the sword?” “Only the dukes and more powerful leaders can mint True Gold coins, and they keep them like misers. The crown and the sword belong to the Duke of Threes.” “Tho we jutht follow the money. Thith is juth like my world.” Gwens looked at her for a moment, her expression suggesting confusion. “Yes, I guess. Come on, let’s hope we are not attacked. We should tell Gorgeous and Tac about this.”
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