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In my opinion only I feel that would be forcing your lifestyle on someone else. I keep my diapers away in my suitcase and put used diapers in diaper disposal bags before they go in the bathroom trash bin. I'm incontinent so diapers have to be dealt with but I keep it discreet and tip well and respect the people that clean the room.

For just three dollars, you can read this and my other on my Patreon. If you'd like a short story, you may pledge fifteen dollars and I'll write you one about any image you choose. https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213 (Sorry for the delay and lack of responses. Not used to getting so much feedback, but I'll hopefully reply to everyone soon. Anyway, here's the next installment. Enjoy!) The room that stood in front of the two women was basically a scaled up version of a baby's nursery. A giant, eggshell white crib dominated the far wall of the room, flanked by stuffed animals of all colors and descriptions. However, a majority of them were pink and other shades of the girly color. A large alabaster table occupied the other wall, it's top covered with a plastic mat, shelves below fully stocked with diapers and various creams and powders. Faye simpled stared. The more she saw, the less it made sense. "Is this some kind of sick joke or something?!" Faye blurted out. "Does my baby not like her little room?" Mrs. Reinhardt asked, caught off guard. "Of course not!" Faye yelled. "I'm a grown woman, not a fucking two year old!" "B-but" The media mogul stuttered. "You said you knew about what this job expected!" "I lied!" Faye responded. "You're rich, I'm broke. You do the math." "If it's a manner of money, you know I'll pay you!" Mrs. Reinhardt stated urgently, struggling to hold onto Faye's hand as the petite, diapered woman tugged against her. "There's not enough money in the solar system to compensate me for shitting and pissing myself. I thought you wanted a fuck buddy, not a literal baby!" Faye finally broke free and walked away, leaving Mrs. Reinhardt at a loss for words. All the large woman could do was watch Faye's diapered ass walk down the hallway, unintentionally mesmerizing the media mogul. Once Faye went down the stairs, the large woman pulled herself from her stupor and proceeded to follow after her. "Please, don't go!" Faye, already clothed in the trench coat, looked up to where Mrs. Reinhardt stood at the top of the staircase. "Look, you're going to give me a ride back to the city or pay for my taxi." Faye demanded. "I- I'll call you a cab then." "And where are my clothes?" Faye asked. "In my purse. Just, sit down, I'll get them for you." Mrs. Reinhardt descended the stairs, absolutely crestfallen, and dug out the offending adult clothing from her large purse. With a heavy heart, she stepped up to the khaki covered girl, handing those disgusting looking hooker clothes back to Faye. She wore a blank face, offended by the thought that this woman, the girl that was supposed to be her baby, would soon put those terribly inappropriate clothes back onto her pristine and pure body. "Thanks. Where's the bathroom? I'm going to go get showered and dressed." "Down the hall, to the left." Mrs. Reinhardt stated, her voice devoid of emotions, absolutely hollow. "Let me know when the taxi gets here." The bathroom was a welcome retreat for the young woman. As soon as she had entered it, she disrobed and stood in front of the mirror. Immediately, she was repulsed by her reflection due to the oversized disposable staring back at her, hiding her womanhood from her, sealing it away like an infantile chastity device. Without wasting another second, she ripped the diaper off and threw it in the corner, banishing it from her sight. "That's much better." Faye smiled, admiring her body. After a minute or two, she turned on the hot water, allowing the shower to warm up before she hopped in. The shower proved to be a place of solace for Faye as the cascading water flowed down her supple and smooth skin. It felt heavenly compared to the cold night she knew awaited her the moment she stepped out of this madhouse. Still, she at least got to enjoy the fine soaps and shampoos that lined the alcove by the showerhead. About twenty minutes later, a knock on the door rung out, catching her attention as she lathered her lavender locks. "Taxi's here." A muffled voice, belonging to Mrs. Reinhardt, declared. Faye hated the fact that she had to abandon this level of luxury, but she knew that this would never work out. There was no way she was going to willingly debase herself, by dressing like a baby, for a roof over her head. A quick turn of the knob killed the flow of heated water and Faye stepped out of the shower. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the dreaded diaper which caused her to grimace. Reaching out from the wet tiled floor, Faye grabbed a dangling towel from a rack and worked quickly to dry herself. The sooner she got out of this place, the better. Faye emerged from the bathroom refreshed and fully clothed. Well, what she considered to be clothed, as she walked out into the living and past Mrs. Reinhardt. Her trademark yellow booty shorts clung tightly to her perfectly proportioned ass, tube top showing off just enough cleavage to seduce as she made her way to the front door. Before she opened it, she turned to the large woman. "The cabbies' been paid?" "Yes." Mrs. Reinhardt answered in a soulless pitch. "Look, I'm sorry it couldn't work out. Maybe tone down the baby shit and you'll find someone. I'd start by getting rid of that room upstairs." Mrs. Reinhardt stood there, silently. "Well, see ya!" And with that, Mrs. Reinhardt watched the most beautiful and perfect girl she had ever seen exit her home, and ultimately, her life. She stood there for what could've been hours, but in reality was probably ten minutes. The yellow cab had long since driven away from the rural property, but she still had that image of Faye in her mind, diaper clad and ready for a mother's love. Only the kind of love that she could give to Faye. To Be Continued...

Just got done with my doctor's physical. Had the wear a gown with my diaper. When it was time to check my genitals she simply asked me to pull down my "underwear" and that is it. Not one mention of my diaper. I do feel that I would be okay wearing pink diapers but I do not want to be disrespectful. Since we went the whole physical without an incontinence question I am happy she seems to have accepted I like to wear diapers and moved on from that.

[06/03/20XX] 10:54.35 AM The black screen comes to life, catching the sight before it in crisp, high definition quality. The setting is a simple room, viewing the front end of a bed, draped in a brown comforter as rays of light bathe its side from the right off-camera. A computer on top of a desk sits right next to the bed, and its monitor is lifeless, just like the lamp on the nightstand to the side. Everything is quiet, minus the chirping of birds from an open window. “BOO!” A woman suddenly hops in from the left, crashing on the cushiony bed, as her brown hair bounces with the constant shifting. “What’s up guys!” She keeps her attention fixated on the recording screen, straightening out her cream-colored shirt. Her jeans didn’t need any readjusting, as they clearly did a good job at holding to her figure. “I know it’s been a bit since we last talked, but I just got finished moving a few days ago, and I’m completely, totally 100% moved into my new place!” She let out an exaggerated cheer. “That’s right! I finally made it to XXXX!” She laughed again, wagging a finger. “Sorry, but I’ll need to take that out in post. Can’t have you guys sneaking up on me, after all! But here I am! I’ve been browsing so many forums about this place. It just feels great to be off the islands and on the mainland! People are HUGE here! I’ve heard they can be a little pushy, but they are pretty much just like Littles.” She stood up for a moment, walking out of the shot and returning with a water bottle of a massive size, supported by the both of her hands.. “So like,” She finished taking a sip, screwing the cap back on. “I’m starting my part-time job tomorrow, and I’m pretty nervous. Thanks to you guys though, through all your support I can sustain myself and put out more content. This job is just to give me something to do other than film! Oh, and also the P.O. box won’t be up for a bit! I still need to figure out how I’m gonna do that here.” She leaned back on the bed, kicking her feet in the air, lazily. “The place already came with internet, cable and the whole shabang, so apart from me getting used to the area, ya girl Sarah is fully functional!” She cleared her throat. “I gotta go grocery shopping now though. Stomachs, you know how they are! I’ll talk to you guys soon. Till next time!” With that, the video star walked up to the camera, her figure quickly enveloping the entire lens, and then the screen truly cut to black. [06/03/20XX] 5:39.22 PM “Ugh! The nerve of some people!” Sarah didn’t bother with playful introductions this time. The camera hadn’t changed spots compared to last time, and if anything was slightly turned more to the left, revealing the beginnings of a doorknob. “Hey guys,” She kept a passively annoyed look on her face. “Just wanted to give you an update. I got all the food I needed, but jesus if that wasn’t stupid as all hell!” She was already digging into a large plastic bag, pulling out a sizeable chocolate bar. [END OF CLIP] [06/05/20XX] [TIME UNKNOWN] [CLIP MISSING/NOT FOUND] [06/18/20XX] 2:31.47 PM “Weekend is finally here everybody!” Sarah sat on the same bed as usual, sporting a pair of shorts and loose top. “Man, am I ready to unwind! I’m just ready to get my games on…” She looked longingly over at the computer, which never seemed to have changed. “I should be doing a livestream soon, so stay tuned for that. But for today’s video I wanted to-” She was cut off by the ringing of a doorbell. With a strange and unexpected look, Sarah shifted her head to the left, to somewhere out of the camera’s range. She sighed, hopping off the bed. “Fine, fine...I guess I’ll just put in a jump cut...” Ignoring the camera, she walked to the noise which now turned into a resounding knock. “Yes! Yes! I’m coming!” Sarah already sounded irritated. The noise of a door opening was heard. “Yes? What can I do for-” Sarah’s voice went silent, as it was quickly replaced by a shriek. “You again!? How did you--?!” The entire altercation still remained out of the camera’s vision. All that could be registered was the sound and slight vibrations from nearby. “Is that ANY way to greet your new mommy? Honestly!” A sigh from a second voice could be heard. “You’re definitely going to take some work, Sally...” “Sally? My NAME is Sarah, you creep! Now get the hell out of here!” It sounded as if she were closing the door forcefully, but with a prolonged swinging motion, it was clear that she was being met with resistance. “If you come quietly I’ll make this as painless as possible missy!” The female voice was stern and commanding, followed by the sound of the doorknob hitting the side of a wall. Sarah screamed, and the tapping of feet became rapid and louder as Sarah’s figure darted from one end of the screen to the other. She remained partly in view, taking a defensive stance towards where she ran from. She was breathing fast, her adrenaline pumping. Footsteps from where she came that were much louder and composed arrived. “St...stay away!” Sarah had quickly lost her bark, and as she backed out of view, the camera could only capture up to the knees of this unknown figure. From the top of the screen, the underside of a wide bag suspended from her torso was evident. “I gave you a choice, and I’m being extremely nice by offering you again,” Her words were like ice, and her threats were dressed in thorns. “Am I going to have to punish you already?” “I’ve already called the police!” Sarah’s voice shouted. “You better leave before they come!” The giant’s posture gave no sign of change in attitude. “Right,” The woman was clearly unconvinced. “Next you’re going to tell me that I have a tail? Mommy likes a silly baby, honey, but now is not the time for fun and games.” The words came heavily with a deathly seriousness to them. “I suppose we’re doing the punishment first...” Nonchalantly, the bag was dropped on the bed, clearly in view behind the figure’s legs. What could be seen were smiling balloons and letter blocks on it, with multiple storage compartments installed. Without much warning, she walked towards where Sarah was, and it was followed by the screams of a defenseless, much smaller figure as the much larger one bent over as if to pick something up. “LET ME GO! PUT ME DOWN!” From her screams alone, it was evident that Sarah was the thing that had been picked up, and she was currently thrashing for dear life. “I don’t think we’ll be needing these anymore!” She chuckled, as Sarah screamed only louder. An article was suddenly tossed into view, hitting the ground with a small noise. The recording was sharp enough to identify it as a pair of shorts. “And my, my! How bold of a choice my wittle Sally!” She commented.“I think you’ll find your new underwear much more appropriate though.” “FUCK YOU, you psycho!” The woman returned to the bed and sat her bottom on it; taking up just about the entire width of the mattress with it. A twisting and turning Sarah was then lowered into center-view from the camera’s perspective, as she was pinned to the assailant’s knee. She was missing the shorts she first wore at the beginning of her recording, and now the black panties she was wearing underneath were visible. No matter how much she kicked her legs, it did nothing to free herself, she kept struggling for as long as she could, but it became evident she was only tiring herself out. The camera perfectly caught the steady hand which planted her down, as the only thing which tried to move was the restrained Sarah. “Aww, all tuckered out?” The camera could now see up to the woman’s lips, decorated in a light red lipstick as they curved upward at the corners. “Let me go!” Sarah was still shouting, but obviously low on stamina. She found it in herself to grow wide-eyed though, when in one swift motion, a large hand yanked off her underwear and tossed it off-screen. Tears could be seen forming from the visible part of her face. “Please...” She had started to assume a weakened, pleading tone. “Don’t touch me down there! Don’t violate me! I’ll pay you! Take anything you want! Just don’t!” The woman tutted her voice, as the hand closest to Sarah’s bottom drew out of view. “Such a dirty mind, too! You’ll need to learn how to not have such a potty mouth, young lady. Besides, what could you have other than yourself that I’d possibly want?” Much faster than when it left, the hand came crashing back into view as it collided with the round bottom attached to Sarah. Almost immediately she let out a shriek, her muscles visibly stiffening while her head and legs shot upwards, quickly falling back to their semi-relaxed state. “Four more ought to do it.” The woman sufficed, repeating the same motion from just a moment earlier. Smack! Sarah’s second scream this time had become much more thick, as if something else were on its way. “Just remember, you could have prevented this.” Smack! Sarah’s shout was a bit quieter than last time, but tears were rolling down her cheeks now. Although only one was visible to the camera, it was a likely assumption for the other out of view. Smack! She was full-on crying now, her body reacting less and less as her cheeks turned red. “PLEASE!” Sarah’s voice came out awkward and shaky. Her body was quivering all over. Surprisingly, the hand didn’t come crashing down yet. As if she was willing to listen. “I’m sorry...so--!” A jolt of pain must have ran through her body, as she visibly winced. “P-please...stop the spanking!” The hand came back down, but much more slowly this time, in such a fashion that it was apparent it wasn’t homing in on Sarah’s backside. “Well...I’m glad to see you’re starting to learn, hmm?” Sarah’s teary face could only nod and make an agreeing noise. Her face looked somewhat relieved; only because she couldn’t see what was happening behind her. “Babies need to know though, that misbehaving will not be tolerated, and that there are consequences to their actions.” With that, the hand came down with an unmistakable amount of force greater than the the times before it. The slight shake of the camera backed up this theory. In her system Sarah found the energy to wail yet again, as she almost hung there lifelessly, sobbing as she had been totally and utterly defeated. The crying didn’t stop as the giant, oddly enough, pulled her in for a hug with her severely red bottom faced towards the camera. “There, there...” She cooed in a syrupy voice. “Now we’re gonna make it all better.” She stood and turned, leaning over the bed as Sarah disappeared somewhere on the covers. The sounds of fishing through the large bag could be heard. “Now let’s get all your supplies~!” The woman spoke in a sing-song voice, as she pulled two things out. In one hand was a large, white rectangular bottle, and the other a white plastic square, covered in childish motifs. “I couldn’t wait to bring you home, Sally!” The sounds of plastic unfolding could be heard, and a second voice, likely Sarah’s could be heard whimpering as she tried to protest. They were quickly silenced by the sound of a slap on bare skin. “But I will not listen to this grownup nonsense anymore, got it?” She eased into a hum as the edgings of a white cloud could be seen around her figure, with more sounds of thick plastic and padding being secured. “Annnnnd done!” The woman cheered. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” “Why are you doing this to me?” A silent voice spoke. “Because this is who you are, silly!” The calm and collected voice laughed. “And if I didn’t pick up your little padded bottom today, it sure would’ve been someone else tomorrow! You’d be surprised how much we were gossiping about your little tush! You little ones are always so uncertain and nervous about this at first, but I can tell you’ll fit in very nicely. It’s too commonplace for you uppity balls of energy to wind up back in diapers! You’ll be thanking me soon enough. Now enough chit-chat, up we go!” She made a woosh noise as her arms raised in the air. She turned around and set Sarah down in front of the camera, with a clearly different set of underwear on. Caught from a side view, a thick set of padding snaked its way in between her legs and emphasized both her bottom and crotch. Large yellow tapes drew the sides to the front, as the disoriented girl turned past the camera, sharing the happy bears that were frolicking on the plastic front with the screen. With each shift in her unsteady posture, a loud crinkle was picked up by the still-recording device. With the giant’s back turned, Sarah pulled at the tapes, but her brows started to furrow and lips began to quiver when they did not budge. “Now let Mommy tidy up your changing supplies, then we’ll be on our merry way!” “Wh...where are you taking me?” She shifted her terrified focus from her plastic prison to the warden who put her in it. “Where else would I be taking you? Home, silly!” She laughed as if it were a given. “I know you’re excited for Daycare, but we don’t even have you signed up yet!” “But I live here! You can’t just kidnap me!” “Not a single person would think twice about a Mommy carrying out her adoption. And how could you keep living here? We don’t even have a changing table for you! I got your baby powder all over the comforter too...” The red-faced Sarah, still out of the woman’s line of view, looked in just about any direction, as if she were searching for something that might help. Then, her eyes collided with the camera, as her eyes grew wide, and her hands quickly snatched it. The screen started to shift in awkward angles, as it suddenly found its way in between Sarah’s shirt and bra, the lighting quickly becoming dark. It did not last for long however, as Sarah made a worried whine, illuminating the scene once more. Her breathing still fast-paced, the camera was suddenly faced at an awkward angle. Looking down at the ground, all that could be seen was the front of Sarah’s cushy diaper and her toes which just managed to peak past the overbearing pad. With her other hand, although visibly straining with a stifled groan, she just managed to peel the elastic waistband from her stomach, opening a gap in between. The gap grew bigger and wider until all that could be seen was darkness, as the interior padding ceased to look white without proper lighting. Noise could still be heard from outside, but it was clearly muffled now. “Okay, precious! Time to get a move on! Up we go!” The slight turns and shifts of the camera did little to suggest how the diaper containing it was moving, but suddenly the pad pressed inward on the camera’s vision, with the screen suddenly going black. [06/18/20XX] 8:24.17 PM The screen was still dark. As dark as it had been before, if not a little more. The sounds were still muffled as well. “Now Mommy has been very generous with your bedtime tonight, since I know you still need to adjust a little, so I think we’ll get your bedtime schedule on track starting tomorrow.” It sounded like the giant from the last known recording. “What? But it’s only like 8:30!” The sound of Sarah’s voice complained, much closer to the camera. “Babies need all the sleep they can get. And your little tush is no exception!” “When are you going to let me go? When can I go home?” There was a sigh in the room. “I thought I had made this clear with the first two spankings. You are home Sally! It’s scary, I know, but you’ll come to find this is much better than that mean old life I plucked you from; riddled with so many tough responsibilities.” Oddly enough, Sarah didn’t seem to protest, as if she knew better than to. “Don’t you feel so much better in your jammies, wearing a comfy diaper?” She cooed. “Well?” The second time she spoke came with a bit more authority, expecting a response. “..Yes...” Sarah bitterly spoke, obvious with unwilling compliance. Her voice seemed to read as if she were blushing when she spoke. “That’s right. Now Mommy gave you some special juice at dinner, and that diaper has been bone dry since the moment I put it on you this morning! You’ll need to learn that the potty is your diaper now sweetie, and not the toilet where the grownups go. I expect that to be well-used by the morning, okay?” Her absolute words resulted in Sarah’s whimper, as she started to sniffle, clearly upset by her words. “Goodnight Sally,” a faint kiss on skin could be heard. “I expect to find a pleasant surprise in the morning!” Right before the sound of footsteps and a door closing, the beginnings of a nursery rhyme’s tune could be heard. A few seconds passed, and suddenly noise from above the camera could be heard, followed by more plastic crinkles. “Come on..you...stupid diaper!” A hushed voice silently whined as the camera was slowly but surely lifted out of its prison. For a brief moment the darkened room’s scenery was revealed beyond pink bars basked in moonlight. The floor was carpeted, and had a rug laid in the center of the room. A tall changing table sat on the opposite end, with clear view of the many diapers stored underneath. A chest labeled ‘toys’ was visible in another corner as well, right beside a rocking chair. In the darkness, all that was discernible from the walls was that they were of a pale color. A few interesting quotes hung from the wall as well...one reading: “A wet baby is a happy baby.” There was more to the room, but the view was quickly changed as it spun to the crib’s interior, and was currently being leaned on what was likely a stuffed animal, with its brown, furry, stuffed legs taking up a small portion of each side. Sarah was back in view, yet again, only now that she was wearing a new set of thin, yet soft looking pants and shirt. A smiling sun was adorned on front, and her pink bottoms were covered in white stripes. And needless to say, the way the lines on her bottoms curved only emphasized the bulge that was caught on camera earlier. A white waistband was peeking from all sides. Sarah looked equally as distraught as she did at first, only slightly more composed now; beyond her initial fears and settled into a constantly frightened sense. She sat on her knees and leaned a bit to level with the camera’s angle, as her bottom crinkled and her assumed stance gave the perfect view of her much more rounded crotch. “If you are watching this...” Sarah spoke in a hushed, yet urgent voice. “Please...” She already started to get teary-eyed. “Please help me...I don’t know where I am, but this woman has kidnapped me and taken me somewhere. She’s treating me like her baby!” Sarah choked back a full-on cry. “I don’t even know her name...she’s only telling me to call her...Mommy...” It looked as if she wanted to vomit at the thought. “I haven’t been to the bathroom all day!” Sarah looked in any which way, as she shuffled her legs and hips, with a hand pressed to her crotch. “I really need to go...but there’s no way I’m gonna fucking piss myself for that monster!” Admitting her predicament was clearing starting to get to her. “I can’t…” Her sobbing face looked to the side. “I can’t even take the damn thing off...” As if to check one last time, she snaked down the front of her pajama bottoms, revealing the same plastic front as before. Pulling as the tapes like a mad man, it was as if they refused to acknowledge her existence, confirming her worst fears and despair. “I don’t know what she fed me earlier, but my stomach hasn’t felt right since...” Her face grimaced at the thought. She took a few heightened breaths, as she suddenly wrapped an arm around her abdomen. “I can feel it pushing, and I can’t stop it...” Sarah sniffled. Quickly, she suddenly turned to the bars, allowing an angled side view of her position, including the view of her pronounced bottom. “I….can’t….” Sarah whined. “...hold it!” With hands fiercely clutching the bars for support, she grunted and moaned in as much of a hushed voice as possible. She tried her best to cover her mouth, but the struggles in her voice were unmistakable; doing anything she could to suppress her audible struggles. On her knees, she stood up the ever-slightest, and then her plastic underwear began to make slight noises as the outline of her bottom began to expand. Slowly, her backside expanded and her bottom quaked, and in an exhausted state she tried to set it down gently. Uncovering her mouth, she kept taking rapid breaths. “Oh...oh god…!” Her head laid sunken, hands clutching the bars as she sobbed, trying to process what she had just done. “She actually fed me laxatives!” Her hand slapped the bar, making a small noise, crying in defeat. Turning back to the camera with an exhausted look, puffy eyes and reddened cheeks, she tried to stay off her backside for obvious reasons. “I need to...” Her nose slightly twitched as she quickly pinched it, with a new disgusted look on her face. “I need to find a way out of here...This isn’t righ...” Sarah gasped as she quickly cupped the front of her crotch. Based on how close she was to the camera, the slightest hissing noise was evident. There wasn’t much noise after that, as tears silently rolled down her cheeks. Her hand left the front of her masked diaper, and laid on the blankets lifelessly. “My name is Sarah Foster,” She silently started, trying to keep her tone straight, although it was thick. “Aged 19, almost 20. I have lived as an adult for almost my entire life,” It seemed as if it hurt to speak any further for her, visibly becoming stressed as she spoke. “And...” She blinked, glossy-eyed. “I don’t want that to stop now.” With each passing moment, her eyes seemed to grow heavier and heavier, as if she were being sapped of her strength entirely. With what strength she had left, Sarah raised the screen and lifted what looked to be a pillow, and covered the screen’s vision. “I’ll tune in soon...” The screen went black. [06/20/20XX] [TIME UNKNOWN] [CLIP MISSING/NOT FOUND] [06/20/20XX] 12:43.06 PM “Sader Street! It’s Sader Street!” Sarah in a fast whisper occupied the entire camera’s vision. “I heard her talking on the phone, I think she’s ordering something, and she was giving an address. I was trying to listen, but then she put me in this stupid playpen...” She backed from the camera to give a better view, revealing the denim shortalls she was in, sported by an obvious diaper underneath. “I managed to sneak the camera out when she let me play in my--the nursery.” Sarah quickly corrected herself. “I can’t hide it in the diaper like I did the first time, because she checks in the morning and--...” Sarah’s blush signified she didn’t want to elaborate any further. She looked a bit jumpy, or at least she couldn’t seem to stand still for very long. “And god if only there was some way I could get to the toilet without her knowing!” The stress was becoming more and more visible. “I swear, when I get out. I’m gonna-” “Mommy’s sorry about that sweetie, but I needed to hear the grownup on the other line! Your diapers are a little bit too noisy for me. Especially when they’re so dry! Speaking of which, I think somebody’s a looking a bit fidgety right now!” With Sarah still in view, a familiar hand pressed her on her bottom, as it leaned into her abdomen. As physical resistance was clearly not an option, she tried to fight the battle internally on her reddened face, but it was clear who became the victor once she involuntarily let out a gasp, followed by a sigh. The bashful girl remained still for a few moments, unable to respond coherently. “Much better!” The woman cooed. “Now let’s inspect the damages...” With an easy motion, she had the snaps on the crotch of Sarah’s overalls undone with a discolored diaper partly on display. “Yep! Wet as a walrus!” She confirmed with an audible squeeze, then started to button the crotch back up, much to Sarah’s displeasure. “But we can do much better than that to warrant a change. We need those to last, after all!” “But I want to be changed now!” Sarah shouted, her focus no longer on the camera. She was quickly lifted out of sight though when a pair of hands swooped her from the armpits. “Little girls do NOT want in this household missy!” Sarah was starting to shout and struggle.”I really thought we made some progress these past two days! I guess not though...I think I’ve been too lenient with the spankings, so it looks like we should add 5 more and maybe some corner time, hm?” The smacks and shouts of protest continued for only a few minutes, as it was quickly replaced by crying. “I know it hurts, Sally, so why do you have to make things so hard on yourself? It’s as easy as playing with your toys and doing what you’re told! I don’t want your bottom moving an inch from that stool until this timer goes off, and I say it’s okay, understood?” There was silence. “UNDERSTOOD?” She raised her voice. “Yes...” The words came out in a meek and broken voice. The noise of a spring windup could be heard, and was followed by a constant ticking noise nearby. It seemed whatever conversation the Woman was having earlier, she moved it into the room with the playpen. “I’m sorry about that Janette,” She sighed. “It’s been a rough few days breaking her in, that’s all.” There were periodic pauses over the phone, followed by agreeing tones. “I think that Daycare will do her some good. I’ve already loaded a few nursery rhymes into her mobile that should help with some tendencies and triggers. Just to get her feeling a bit more acclimated, that’s all.” “Hypnosis? What do you mean?” Sarah’s frightened voice shouted from a direction that implied she was facing the wall. “Did I say you could speak during corner time, Sally? I thought we just got finished with your spanking? Maybe third time’s the charm...” The woman could be heard walking from the area. “...no...no...no..No, NO!” Sarah’s voice became louder and louder, as genuine fear began to consume her cries. “I’ll be good! PLEASE!” No physical noises could be heard. “This is your LAST warning Sally. You are on EXTREMELY thin ice. Another outburst like that and you’ll have another spanking and 30 more minutes on the timeout stool. Do I make myself clear?” The woman sat back on the couch. “I want her to be happy, I do. But, she just fights me at every twist and turn! It’s a little fun to tease her every now and then, but we both know her role, and she clearly isn’t acting it.” Her voice came a bit lowered this time. “I guess I’ll keep spiking her bottles and food. Maybe that’ll do some convincing for her...” She resumed her normal volume. “She actually starts a week from now! I know she’ll be nervous, but I’ve only heard resounding things about what they do for Littles. I think it’ll help her let off some steam. And, oh! You should have seen her the first morning. Poor thing completely soiled her diaper; back and front. If only I could get her to do that on her own...In due time though! I think we’ll work on getting her used to wearing used diapers next. Can you believe it? She expects me to change her after a single wetting!” She let out a laugh. “It’s the adults who make the decisions, though. She’ll understand that soon enough...” The conversation carried on for a bit longer, but after 30 minutes the timer rang, and Sarah was collected then deposited back into the playpen. “Now what do we say?” The woman asked, hanging Sarah slightly off the ground. Clearly Sarah didn’t want to say what she was expecting, but after a cold stare and moment’s hesitation, she mumbled, “I’m sorry….” “I’m sorry, who?” The woman pressed. “M...omm…..y...” “Come on sweetie, put it all together now! I know you like the timeout stool, but I’d really like to give you some playtime too.” “I’m sorry, Mommy!” Sarah shouted, in an almost defiant voice. The hands let go and dropped Sarah, unprepared for the crash landing. The sudden drop coupled with the added weight around her hips sent her on her bottom, unsure of how to react. “We’ll need to work on our manners, but I suppose that’s a start.” Sarah sat there aimlessly for a few moments longer, but then scurried over the camera, her diaper crinkling slightly less louder compared to when it hadn’t been used. “Hypnosis? God! I need to get out...soon…” [06/27/20XX] 9:32.43 AM “Okay everyone! Gather round! We have a new friend joining us as of today!” This was a new female voice, the screen shrouded in darkness. The sounds of giggles, murmurs and whispers could be heard. “Can you introduce yourself to everyone, sweetheart?” “Hi.” It was Sarah’s voice. Clearly it the kind of tone that did not want to play ball. “Ooh, you’re a shy one, aren’tcha?” The nearby voice laughed. “Can you tell everyone your name?” “Sarah. My name is Sarah.” “Hahaha!” The voice seemed to be getting closer in the middle of the laugh. “Listen up, little girl. I will NOT tolerate any form of disobedience. Now you’re going to drop that little grumpy attitude of yours right this minute, or you can go over my knee and we’ll try this again. Need I say we’ll have to tell Mommy about how bad you’ve been behaving? Do I make myself clear?” “...Yes....” Sarah sounded as if there was more than just verbal coercion involved. “Now can you tell everyone your name, sweetie?” The venom had seemed to leave her voice, as was loud enough to address the unknown audience as well. “I’m...Sally. Nice to meet you...” “What a pretty name!” By their previous actions, the voice’s fawning was likely artificial. “Can you tell us some things you like to do? I’m sure there’s at least one thing here you’ll love to do!” “I like to film.” Sarah was keeping it brief, but not in the uncooperative sense. “Sometimes I like to read and draw, I guess.” “Coloring?” The person exclaimed, obviously dumbing down what was supposed to be a sophisticated hobby. “Well, I know Alice over there loves to draw pictures with crayons! I think you two will make great friends! Daniel right next to Matty also likes picture books too. We’ve got quite the selection! Maybe if everyone’s alright with it, you could even pick the story we’ll read after recess!” “Do you have any murder mysteries?” There was an obvious bit of sarcasm in Sarah’s voice. A faint giggle could even be heard through the muffler. “Oh Sugarlump, you and your silly jokes! We’ll have to be on our toes around you.” The laugh was equally as artificial as was her interest in Sarah’s fake name. A meep escaped Sarah, as the camera shifted with her movements, as if she slightly bent over. The sound of plastic could be heard rustling, as if her diaper were expanding. She made a small groan. “Uh oh!” The voice announced. “Looks like Sally had an oopsie! Well, that’s alright. There’ll be plenty of time for you to meet the others during snack time. Please get along with Sally, everyone! Let’s all do a great job at getting her used to Daycare!” It sounded as if everyone dispersed and resumed their play, with the noise level turning back up a bit. “I gave you a warning, potty pants.” The voice was like poison again, in a hushed whisper. Sarah could be heard sniffling, as if she were trying to keep herself composed. “Your Mommy told me all the phrases that make you tick, and this is just the tip of the iceberg. I’ll change you this once, but after that you’ll be waiting for diaper checks just like everyone else. Even if you mess yourself like you did right now. You’ve had your fun, but I think it’s high time you realize your place. There will be no backtalk, and if there is you’re either getting spanked or worse. Don’t expect me to speak to you like a stubborn adult anymore, because clearly the messy diaper around your hips supersedes that kind of idea.” “But you made me mess!” Sarah with a stifled voice spat. “Maybe, but poop doesn’t end up in a diaper on its own, now does it? The time for big girl talk’s over though. And from now on I expect you to address me as Nanny Desna. I’ll accept a shorter name though, as long as it’s appropriate. But pee-yew Sally!” Her voice was upbeat again. “I think you did quite the number in your pants, silly! I think a clean diapie suits you much better. Not that they’ll last for long though!” The swishing noise indicated Sarah was swept into the air, and the screen went black. [06/27/20XX] 7:43.23 PM “Goodnight sweetheart,” It was Mommy’s voice. “I’m so glad to hear such a good report today! Maybe there’s hope for you after all! But after bath time it’s time we go beddie-byes! I’m sure you’ll have just as much fun in Daycare tomorrow! Sleep tight, sweetie.” The sound of a mobile could be heard as the door closed. Again, a diapered bottom scrambled as what was a stuffed animal was lifted off the camera. Sarah was in footie pajamas now, with no visible zipper on the front. Sarah took a moment to look up in the direction where the mobile sounds were coming, its shadows dancing across the blankets, illuminating stretched shapes of bears and butterflies. She looked as if she were contemplating something heavy, and suddenly turned her focus back to the camera. “That Desna bitch fucking made me shit myself!” Sarah looked as if she were ready to pull hair. “Momm--That woman put these...triggers,” Sarah wiggled her fingers as if she expected them to be tangible. “These ideas inside my head! I don’t even know what they are! She used so many words at once, I have no idea what it could have been! And ugh! That name she used! Sugarlump? How do you even-” Sarah looked strained, as she sat on her knees and hands, looking as if she were starting to stretch. She groaned and grunted, with her bottom tilted upwards. “Un...believ...” Even after all this time she found it in herself to cry. Apparently repeated messings hadn’t made it any easier. Wiping a tear from her eye, trying to stay bittersweet she tried yet again to support herself. “Guess we know what one of them are...” “Right after she changed me, I was sent to go play with some girl. Alice I think her name is? She was an adult too! Not only was she my size, but she had fucking breasts too! Bigger than mine!” As if to emphasize the point, she fondled her own chest for a second. “I’m not even allowed to wear a bra..” Sarah whimpered. “And I can’t get off in these stupid things!” She looked to be reminding herself of old, painful memories. “Last time I tried, all it got me was a spanking. God…! It’s one thing to put me in diapers, but don’t pretend as if I don’t have adult tendencies too!” “I swear Mommy--” Sarah looked as if she wanted to hit herself for that one. “She,” Putting a large amount of emphasis on the pronoun. “Keeps spiking my food and drinks. I’m sure of it. I don’t poop until I...have too...But the peeing part happens too often. I’ve never peed so much in one day! Not until I was under her finger, that is. And!--” Sarah looked to be keeping an emotional check on herself. “She won’t even change me when I shit myself! She’ll always say, ‘Not wet enough sweetums!’ Or, ‘My? You can hardly call that diaper used, can you?’” She imitated her voice in the most mockingly way possible. “It’s a miracle I haven’t gotten a rash yet...” Sarah sighed. “I’ve never had someone use a trigger word on me before though...” Genuine fear started to loom over her. “It feels...invasive. Like I don’t have control...I didn’t have control...” Sarah gave a slight hiccup. “She’s making me drink this stuff too,” Behind her, Sarah produced a baby bottle proportionate to her size. The bottle apart from the teat was translucent, looking as if a white liquid were inside. “She’ll spank me in the morning if it’s not finished, or even worse, Mr…..” She went quiet. “Ever since I’ve been drinking this stuff--It’s been a few days I think, but ever since then mornings have felt weird. My bladder has been feeling full, like, really full...So much that it takes me like a whole ten seconds to finish!” She stuck the nipple in her mouth and gave it a few sucks. “I gotta say though...as bad as this stuff is, it actually taste kinda good...Like bananas and vanilla ice cream...” She shuddered. “It’s kinda addicting...” “Daycare was terrible though,” Sarah leaned back onto her bottom, and visibly cringed when a look of realization overcame her along with a squish of plastic. She didn’t sit upright though. She merely tried not to move. “Apart from that Desna bitch breathing down my neck, all we did was have nonstop playtime, then snack time, story time and finally naps. And of course they stuck us in cribs. Fucking pathetic. The only thing that was redeeming was the juice. It wasn’t unbearable...But you try telling me that mashed chicken and peas is something you could stomach! It’s like school food, but for babies! I’m an adult though...I am. I’ve been waiting on any more information I can get, like maybe an address for the Daycare. The only reading material accessible though are those stupid picture books we read from! And god are they depressing! It’s all about Littles being submissive; having this ‘divine’ revelation,” She motioned a rainbow with her hands. “That somehow returning to a life of diapers is the end-all-be-all. The lengths these people go to for both mental and physical conditioning is absolutely sickening. I think for the most part I’ve managed to hold it together. I better cut this short though...Space is starting to become an issue...” [06/30/20XX] [TIME UNKNOWN] [CLIP MISSING/NOT FOUND] [07/13/20XX] 2:21.33 PM [WARNING: BATTERY 33%] “Don’t worry, I promise you Sally’s in good hands!” The voice reassured. “I know...I tend to fret. This is her first play date...that’s all.” It was Mommy’s voice. “I’ll be fine!” Sarah’s voice groaned. “I think someone’s a little excited to play with their friend!” The first voice joked. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she gets the right stuff in her system. I have your number and her diapers for when she needs them. She and Alice are gonna have a great time!” “Oh...I know they will! Come here Sally, give Mommy a kiss before she goes.” “Bye...” Sarah briefly spoke. She didn’t seem to make much motion, as if she hadn’t moved from her spot. “That’s okay, Mommy can just come give you kisses instead!” The sound of pecking filled the audio, with each kiss sounding wet and overbearing. “You know, maybe if you learned to cooperate a bit more it wouldn’t have to be so hard...” Mommy whispered with a sigh. The sound of a zipper could be heard as Sarah yelled. “Hey! What are you doing with my skirt?” “Well, how else is Alice’s mommy supposed to check your diapies? I might know when you’re going peepee or poopoo, but Alice’s mommy hasn’t seen that little bladder of yours in action, has she?” “There’s no need to feel embarrassed, Sally. Your mommy has a point. I think it’ll be easier for me to check you this way. And I think your diaper looks very pretty sweetheart.” “But I don’t wanna be naked...” Sarah sounded to be pouting. “Then it’s a good thing you have your diaper on!” Her mommy laughed. “Okay Sally, I’m gonna get going. You be good now, and listen to everything Alice’s mommy tells you to do, understood?” “Yes...” “Alright then. I’ll be back at 6! Have fun!” Alice’s ‘mother’ could be heard giving the other giant a goodbye, and a door was then opened and closed. “Now then!” The new giant-in-charge spoke happily. “I think a certain somebody is waiting for you upstairs! Up we go!” The sounds of plastic crinkling could be heard as Sarah was hoisted in the air, the sound of bare feet moving across wood. It creaked ever so slightly as if they were going upwards. “Aaalice! Guess who’s here!” “Sarah!” The female voice happily shouted. “You’re here!” “Ah-ah-ah!” The mother’s voice almost sounded stern. “Remember we talked about this? Her name is Sally.” “But Sarah tells me to call her Sarah at Daycare!” The protest was adamant, but childish. “Sometimes Sally likes to be silly. Her mommy named her Sally though, so that’s what we should call her. Isn’t that right, Sally?” “I think I prefer Sara--Ow!” The resounding noise of a slap on bare skin could be heard. “Such a poor start already...” The larger woman sighed. “What’s your name, honey?” “Sa...lly….” “Attagirl.” She spoke with satisfaction. “Now I’ll be right back with juice for you two, alright? Play nice now.” A few moments went by, and Sarah was on the move. “Jeez, I can’t believe I almost thought your mommy--Sorry, I mean your owner was nice for a second there. She didn’t have to slap my thigh so hard...” “Mommy can be a bit of a meanie sometimes...” Alice’s voice agreed. She didn’t sound totally sophisticated, but her tone was a tad bit more relaxed. “As long as you do as you’re told, it’s not the worst.” “Yeah right, that’s the understatement of the year,” The screen became light again as Sarah stared down the front of the screen. She was a little blurred however. “Hey, can you reach the wipes on your changing table? I was hiding my camera in my diaper and I couldn’t...” Her voice trailed off, not looking to finish the rest of her sentence. “Yah, I’m a good climber. I’ve had lotsa practice.” She waited there for a few moments, and a third hand reached in with a white cloth. “Thanks. It’s nice knowing I can count on at least one person...” The cloth draped the screen, and wasn’t as blurry but seemed a bit damp. Sarah grabbed a piece of the blue frock she was wearing and wiped the front, giving a brief glimpse of the diaper she wore underneath. With the view mostly cleaned, her nose leaned in, sniffing curiously. “Disgusting...” Sarah muttered. “Why do you always keep that thing with you?” Alice asked, as Sarah tilted it upwards to get a decent view of the room. She faced it towards a brown, wooden crib, then turned it back towards the rest of the room, setting it down. Here legs were spread far apart while she angled it, giving a view of her padded crotch. It looked to be a little discolored. She backed up, as if she were assessing the shot. Seeming content, she turned her focus back to Alice. With her full body on display, without the supposed skirt she once started with, the lower half of her underwear was on full display. “Because it’s my ticket out! Once I get the information I need, all I need to do is upload that video and someone will come and save me. I have a pretty sizable following you know.” “Really? So you’re like a movie star?” “Well, I wouldn’t say that...But a lot of people on the internet know who I am.” “Cool! So, how are you gonna upload the video?” “Well I...” Sarah stammered. “I haven’t got that far yet...” “I’m sure you’ll figure it out Sally. You seem pretty smart.” “Er, thanks. But don’t tell anyone I have it! Everything would be ruined if you did. I’d….I’d be in big trouble. And please call me Sarah. Even if your mom--owner, said so, I still prefer Sarah.” Alice looked to be nervously playing with her hair. “I don’t know...What if she hears me call you that? Then I might get in trouble...and I don’t wanna...” Her face looked to be getting stressed fast, and she was starting to hiccup. “O-o-okay! That’s fine. Just call me Sally. Whatever makes you feel better...Your trauma must run deep, huh?” Alice sniffled as she nodded her head. “Yeah...I don’t like to talk about it so much...” “That’s alright. I’ve been in my share of deep poopie too...” Sarah almost looked a little shocked, covering her own mouth. “But I...I could have sworn I...” Alice stifled a giggle, “You can be pretty silly sometimes Sally.” “N-No! But I knew what I wanted to say! I meant to say sh-poopie!” She looked mortified. “Why do you keep saying poopie?” Alice had a slightly turned head. “But I’m not!” Sarah whined. “I’m thinking of the word, but what I’m trying to say it spelled: S-H-I...A? C? No no no! I can imagine the word, but I can’t say it! And when I try to spell it, I just...I just forget!” She turned to Alice, who seemed to be at a loss, or at least not on quite the same wavelength. “Motherfu-nny!”Sarah let out another whine, stomping her foot off the carpeted floor. “Are you telling me I can’t even swear out loud anymore? That’s a load of bull-poopie!” “I mean, bad words aren’t that important, are they?” Alice had absent-mindedly started to play with her foot, paying no mind to the hem of her sundress being lifted as it put her diaper on full display to the camera. It looked to be in a state similar to that of Sarah’s. “Don’t you get it? She’s taking away everything from me!” Sarah sounded to be having a meltdown. “First it was my name, then my dignity, next my potty training and now my vocabulary? Where does it end? How the fu-nny am I supposed to cope with something like that?!” “I’m sorry...” Alice looked down at the ground sheepishly. “I don’t know...” “Alice...” Sarah pulled her in for a hug. “It’s not your fault. I just annoyed. I want to get out of this as soon as possible.” “Promise?” “Yes. I promise. And another thing, could you let me know if I start to wet myself?” “Sure. But why?” “I haven’t exactly been able to keep good track of it lately...” Sarah’s voice was somber and disappointed. “I know I can’t do much about where it goes right now...but if I can at least keep track of it during the day, maybe I can somehow--” “You’re peeing right now!” “What? Really?” From the side view, Sarah quickly lifted the front of her smock, pressing a hand to her diaper. Her knees buckled as her lip quivered. “I could barely feel it happening...Only after you told me did I realize...” “It’s okay, I’m sure Mommy will change you if you ask nicely. Maybe after she brings us juice?” “Somehow I doubt it...I’ve been in a diaper for too long to know what feels like a change-worthy diaper...” Sarah, trying to keep herself composed sniffed. “And this isn’t it...” “Does it really feel that bad though? I think they’re kinda comfy...” Alice awkwardly pressed her fingers together. “That’s not the point!” Sarah raising her voice had Alice slightly taken aback. “I’m sorry...” Sarah sighed. “I just want to be an adult again...” Alice closed the distance with a hug. “I’m sure you’ll be, but no matter what happens, I’ll always be your friend!” Sarah’s arms seemed a little weak at first, but she clutched the other girl soon after. “Thank you...” She let out a slight sob. “I think you peed a little again...” They broke up the hug as Sarah tried her best to laugh. She didn’t seem too crazy about it though. “Okay girls! Who’s ready for juice?” “Mee!” Alice cheered as she waddled over to the legs in the door frame. Sarah slowly followed in tow. “One for you, and one for Sally!” Both in the distance now had bottles in their hands, suckling the orange-looking substance. “Okay Alice, you know what time it is. Can you show me what a big girl you are and help me do a diaper check?” “Mhm!” From just the right angle, the camera could see as Alice almost immediately dropped her bottle, using both hands to lift the front of her dress high up. “My! What a good girl you are!” Her ‘mommy’ fawned. “I think that diaper can last a bit longer though. And now it’s Sally’s turn...” Sarah looked to be lifting her own hem, only not with as much enthusiasm (A bottle wasn’t seen hitting the floor). Before she could finish though, the giant’s hand had already made an audible crinkle by squeezing her crotch. “I was gonna show you!” Sarah complained. “I’m sorry Sally, but that’s a privilege you need to earn. Your mommy told me to keep you on a tight leash today. I know I can trust Alice to check her diapers, but you might be a different story. Maybe next time.” She tussled the top of Sarah’s hair. “And I think your diaper has a ways to go too. You are a tad bit more wet than Alice though...I’ll check on you in half an hour. Your mommy told me juice goes through your system fast.” The larger figure disappeared, and the two girls were left alone again. Sarah turned back to the camera, and was walking with purpose, anger and frustration in each step. “Sally? You left your juice back here. Do you want me to-” The screen cut to black. [08/15/20XX] [TIME UNKNOWN] [CLIP MISSING/NOT FOUND] [09/22/20XX] 7:57.59 PM [WARNING: BATTERY 21%] Sarah stared back into the camera, yet again in her crib setting. The only key difference now was the pacifier rhythmically pulsating in her mouth. A few minutes lingered until she finally pulled it out; a faint bit of drool following. “It’s been a while since I last did a clip.” She was currently in a onesie, sporting the same podded posterior. “I’ve been having to delete old clips...or at least the ones I DEFINITELY do not need. I’m starting to run low on space...” Her eyes became a bit glossy. “And battery...” She wiped a few tears from her eyes. “Mommy stopped giving me that white stuff about a month ago, I think. She said I didn’t need it anymore...My bladder isn’t full in the morning,” She slightly grimaced. “But I don’t wake up dry either...” She rocked a little back and forth, quietly beginning to moan and sob. “I can’t tell when I’m peeing anymore...Either I’ve stopped focusing, or I can’t control it anymore? Or….or maybe both...” She let out a strange sigh, almost urgently pressing her hand on her front, but didn’t do much else about it.. “I miss panties...I miss wearing a bra...It’s hard to even remember what it was like keeping my pants dry for more than an hour!” She stomped her foot into the crib mattress. It barely made a noise. Desna finally stopped being a poopie-head to me at Daycare...or I at least stopped getting in her way. She still likes to torment me every now and then though...I’ve learned how to stay on her good side...for the most part. We started doing some dance too, and I don’t like it...It’s starting to make my body feel funny...” She yawned and gave a stretch. Fatigue was obvious on her face. “I’ve…*yawwwn* been trying to do these later, but I think this mobile is starting to make me fall asleep faster...sometimes I’m not even fully awake if I mess….I DON’T like peeing or pooping in my diapers...but I’ve at least adjusted to wearing them now...I still wanna use the potty though...I’ve at least tried to ask Mommy about potty training, but she always laughs it off...” Her lower lip quivered as she hugged her legs, the white outer bands of her diaper peeking through her leg holes. “I wanna go home...I don’t like it here...I wanna...Hang on...let me just get comfortable...” Sarah laid on her stomach, facing the camera with her head tilted to the side. “Sorry about that...I just feel so wiped out at bedtime now...I...just….” Her eyes closed, and they didn’t open. She quietly breathed as all that could be heard was the mobile’s nursery rhyme tune. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [09/16/20XX] 7:22.41 AM [WARNING: BATTERY 13%] As the time went on, so did the camera. For almost 11 hours, the camera watched the soundly sleeping Sarah, who had forgotten to turn it off. Suddenly though, she quietly stirred as she slowly opened her eyes. Stretching while still lying down, she slightly pushed herself up, giving the camera a view of her torso. The lower half of her onesie had turned a much darker shade than her upper half. It looked wet, even. “Oh no...” Sarah’s nose sniffed and then twitched. “Not again…!” She did her best to stand up while handling a sodden pad between her legs, as she clutched the bars for support. From this angle, it could be seen that her thighs looked a little wet, right where the edge of her diaper was. Even through the onesie, the backside looked a bit heavy, and fuller as well. “Good morning Sally...” Mommy’s voice entered the room. “Oh! Honey! You leaked! It looks like the backend isn’t doing so well either...” Sarah sounded as if she were trying to stay strong, but it looked and sounded to be a downhill battle. She let out a little gasp however, when she almost dived to the camera, fumbling with it. “I forgot to turn it off?!” Sarah silently screamed into the screen. “I think maybe it’s time for some thicker diapers, sweetie. Daycare has been saying you’re often a bit fuller than the others...That’s okay though, mommy loves that about you! I’m sure you like your squishy diapies by now anyways. Let’s get you changed though! We need to get you ready for Daycare…” The screen cut out once again. [09/25/20XX] [TIME UNKNOWN] [CLIP MISSING/NOT FOUND] [10/19/20XX] [TIME UNKNOWN] [CLIP MISSING/NOT FOUND] [11/30/20XX] 3:21.54 PM [WARNING: BATTERY 3%] Again, Sarah was sucking on a pacifier, only that it was connected by a strap and was clipped to her denim dress, the hem of which easily stopping short of the midpoint on her diaper. This one seemed a tad bit thicker than the past ones she’d worn. It looked unused. “I gottah pawshwood!” Sarah shouted into the camera. She had a brief double take, and pulled the pacifier out of her mouth. It dangled from the clip on her breast pocket. “I got a password! I found Mommy’s notebook when she was cleaning my highchair...” Sarah blushed. “I may have leaked...But it was on purpose though! I needed ta distract her. I’m at Alice’s right now. We’re watching tv.” “Sally! You’re gonna miss it! The Cookie Monster is back!” Almost with a sense of urgency, Sarah turned her head towards the direction of the voice, almost as if she were contemplating whether or not to rush to it. “I uhh….” She looked back at the camera, then the doorway. “I should probably go...I don’t wanna miss...” Her face grew a little blank, as her brow furrowed. She stood on her tippie-toes as her face grew a little red, grunting, and then letting out a sigh as it became evident of the business she’d done. Picking the camera up, she waddled in a hurry to the exit of the nursery, a shuffling diaper being heard with each step. “Saaallly!” Alice’s voice shouted. “I’m coming! Hang on!” “Girls! I know Sesame Street is exciting, but you need to-” The screen cut out. [12/24/20XX] 11:57.38 PM [WARNING: BATTERY 0%] “I don’t know how much time I have…” Sarah’s cheeks were wet. “I tried...so, so, so hard! So why? Why does it have to end like this?” “Mommy saw her password book was moved...When I tried the password when I had the babysitter, it didn’t work! She never accused me...but I think she...” “It won’t be that bad...right?” She tried to smile at the camera, but her despair was beyond evident. At last, she’d reached the end of her rope. “I have Alice at Daycare...And messy and wet diapers are at least bearable now...The juice isn’t bad either...” With each point, she seemed to cry and shake more and more. “I don’t wanna be a baby!” She started to shake her head, left and right. “I want my panties back! I don’t like eating mushy food all the time! I wanna know when I need to pee! And I’m sorry everyone! I lied! My name’s not Sarah! That was a fake name I used for social media...It’s actually An-” [12:00.01] [WARNING: BATTERY DEAD] [MERRY CHRISTMAS]

I remember when I was 16, nobody was home and I tried on my sisters cheerleader outfit. I would continue trying different things whenever I was home alone. I would put on a bra and stuff it with socks and randomly pick out an outfit and look at it in a full length mirror.

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

TV news had a story about the new disabled restrooms at Chicago O'Hare airport. They have adult changing tables for one thing as well as showers and all that. https://chicago.cbslocal.com/2019/01/06/changing-places-restroom-increases-accessibility-for-ohare-passengers-with-disabilities/ Those who wear diapers and travel through O'Hare airport now have a way to change their diapers without having to use a stall or try and stand up against a wall. Also the shower might be a good thing for those who end up with a messy diaper and need a good cleaning.

I’m a completely un-passable MTF living in south western Wisconsin. I’m just starting the transition process, and have not yet come out publicly. I’ve been into diapers since I was caught at 4 years old stealing them from my younger brother. I was caught by my parents again at 16 at which time they accused me of being gay, if they only knew the truth. I’ve known I was trans since third grade, but it was a different time back then. I just represented that part of me, and ended up marrying my high school sweetheart genetic women who was a lesbian. After over twenty years together we divorced 5 years ago so she could pursue other women.

Thanks again, everyone, for the feedback! I really appreciate it and am glad you're all continuing to enjoy this! @theaspiringnothing5 - I am anticipating maybe 2 or 3 more chapters before this is finished. After that, I don't yet have another story planned. I have some ideas, just haven't started really running with them yet. I'll keep everyone posted, though. :)

I keep a backpack in my car that is a complete change kit. I needed it last week at Home Depot as I messed my diaper as I got out of my car. I just got a clean diaper out and put it inside my coat along with some wipes and gloves and went into the store and headed straight to their disability bathroom. It took me about 10 minutes to get cleaned up and changed. I put the used diaper in a small plastic trash bag and left It in the trash can as I didn't want to go walking through the store with a messy diaper in my cart. The disability bathroom makes changing so much easier as you have the utmost privacy.

Chapter 5. Michelle sat there beside Tracy wondering how in the world was she going to cure her. She had to remind herself that Tracy was much younger then her. It was hard because of how tall she was compared to herself. She hated to admit it but she looked much older as well. "So uhm...how is this going to work?" Michelle finally asked. Tracy let Michelle drink the juice she had brought her. Even encourage her to drink it. She had just turned the TV on when Michelle asked the question. "You just need to relax. I want you to relax. Stop worrying about it and just let me handle it." Michelle still wasn't convinced Tracy would be able to help her but what could it hurt to let her try. Getting out of these pull-ups would be great. "Okay. I will try and relax." "Thank you." Tracy said, as she smiled. It wasn't long and the two heard, "Lunch is ready." Tracy got up first and took Michelle's hand. "Come on. Let's get you to the potty first." Michelle stood from the couch. She let Tracy take her hand. "What?" Tracy started walking, pulling Michelle along. "You are going to go and try and use the potty first. Remember, you need to listen to me." Michelle lowered her head. She didn't like that Tracy was using the word 'Potty' but she didn't say anything. As the two walked into the kitchen Tracy turned and said to her mom, "I'm just going to take Michelle to the potty first." Ashely stood beside the stove. She didn't know what to say. She watched as Tracy lead Michelle into the bathroom. Tracy closed the door behind them and stood Michelle beside the toilet. "Okay. lift up your dress so I can pull down your training pants." "Tracy, I don't need you to take me to the bathroom. I'm can do this myself." Tracy stood up straight and looked down at Michelle. "So it's been fifteen minutes since I told you I was going to help you and now you're fighting me. I guess you don't care about your 'I'm a big girl now' picture. Do you want to see it again?" Tracy recached into her back pocket to pull out her phone. "Wait. Wait. I'm sorry. I just....." Michelle lowered her head. "Lift up you dress please." Michelle pulled her dress up and Tracy bent down, pulling her pull-up down to her ankles. Tracy guided Michelle back and got her seated on the toilet. "Now, you need to try and go pee." Tracy said. Michelle didn't like that Tracy was standing right there in front of her. She didn't think she would be able to go. "Can you at least turn around?" she asked, as nicely as she could. "No. I need to make sure you go pee. Or do you want me to just pull up your diaper and let you go into that. Is that what you want? Maybe you want to pee your pants like a baby and I'm just wasting my time trying to help you." That hurt. "No. No. That's not what I want. Okay. Okay. It's just hard with you standing right here." "Well get use to it. If you want my help, I need to be here to make sure you are at least trying." Michelle sat there feeling more like a child then ever. She was trying to pee but she just couldn't. 'How does she pee when she doesn't want to but when she is on the toilet she can't?' "Okay. That's long enough. Don't worry about it. We will try again later. Come on, up you go." Tracy said, helping Michelle stand. Tracy pulled Michelle's pull-up back up. She took her by the hand and they made there way out to the kitchen. Ashley watched as the two girls returned from their trip to the 'potty'. "Everything okay?" she asked, not knowing what else to say. Tracy lead Michelle to her chair. "Yup. Michelle tried to use the potty and her training pants are still dry. So that's a good thing." Michelle lowered her head. 'How could Tracy just talk like that. She wasn't some three year old, but she sure felt like one at the moment.' "Uhmm. Well, I guess that is a good thing." Ashley replied. She had thoughts of congratulating Michelle but held back. Grilled cheese sandwiches were placed down in front of both girls. They sat in silence as they began to eat. When Michelle sat down she felt very small at the table. The pillow she used at home made her sit up a lot higher. Even though she really didn't like having to use it, she was missing now as she looked at the two others towering over her. Michelle finished half her sandwich and grabbed the cup that was placed in front of her. She had to lift her bum up out of the chair to reach it. She picked it up and took a drink. As she set the cup back down she felt her bladder twinge. 'Of course.' she thought. 'Not five minutes later and now I need to pee.' She placed her hand down between her legs. Tracy noticed Michelle start to move around a little in her chair. Ashley noticed as well. Tracy spoke up. "Hey mom. What do you think about us going to the park this afternoon?" Ashley looked out the kitchen window. "It's suppose to rain today, but the sun is out so maybe that would be okay." "We can wait and see after we are done eating. What do you think Michelle? Would you like to go down to the park?" Tracy said. Michelle was to busy focusing on her need to pee that she wasn't paying attention. "Earth to Michelle. Hello Michelle!" Tracy said, a little loud. Michelle almost dropped the last little bit of her sandwich. Her elbow hit the table and it hurt. She felt her bladder release into her pull-up. She pushed her hand up against her private parts trying to stop the flow, but it just kept coming. Her hand was not doing anything to stop the flow and her elbow was hurting. She slowly brought her hand up from under the table and rubbed her elbow. "Oh honey. Did you hurt your elbow?" Ashley asked. "A little." Ashley got up and went over to Michelle. "Let's see." she said, taking a hold of Michelle's arm and looked at it. "It should be okay. Let me kiss it better for you." Ashley leaned down and gave Michelle's elbow a little peck. "That feel better." Michelle was just a little surprised and embarrassed that her Aunt just kissed her elbow. "It's fine." Ashley let go of her arm and Michelle placed her hand on it and rubbed it a little more. She tried to look down to make sure her dress wasn't wet. Tracy noticed Michelle was no longer moving around. It was a pretty good sign that she didn't need to pee any longer. Tracy had seen this a few times with some of the kids she babysits. They do the little potty dance and then stop. Of course all of them are under the age of four. "I was just saying we should go to the park. Would you like to go to the park?" Michelle didn't care and the moment what they did. She now needed to get out of her wet pull-up before anyone found out what she had done. She looked down at the sundress she was wearing again. 'She didn't feel like going out in it.' "Uhmm. I don't feel like it." "That's okay. We have lots of time to go to the park. We will just watch at movie or something." Tracy said, knowing she had lots of time to take the little girl to the park. She pictured Michelle on the swing, showing off her pink pull-ups as her dress flew up. Ashley removed their plates from the table. "Would anyone like some ice-cream?" she asked. "Yes please." Tracy replied. Michelle liked the idea of having ice-cream but she didn't want to sit any longer on the hard wooden chair in her wet pull-up. She thought of her pillow again. She actually is missing her pillow very much. She slowly started to swing her legs around so she could get up off the chair. She had an idea. "Where are you going?" Tracy asked. Michelle had gotten her feet around the chair. "Uhmmm." Not wanting to say she needed to get out of her wet pull-up she said, "Uhmm.. I was just going to go...Uhmm...get a pillow." Tracy made a face like she was very confused. "A pillow. What do you need a pillow for?" As embarrassing as it was, she had to follow through. "Uhmm. i usually sit on a pillow at home when I eat. I will be right back." Ashley was listening to the conversation. "You do? Well why didn't you say that before?" 'Tracy could see that a pillow would get Michelle to sit up more at the table but really? A pillow? Was she going to carry around a pillow at college? Maybe a pillow and a blankie so the little girl could have an afternoon nap.' Tracy smiled. "I..Uhmm..I don't know." Tracy stood up. "Mom is there a pillow Michelle can use to sit on? I guess she sits on one at home." Michelle froze leaning up against the table. "Well, I don't know if I want her sitting on one of my pillows." Ashley couldn't see Michelle as a adult or one that was close to becoming an adult. No way. Not what she as seen in the passed 3-4 hours. She turned to Tracy. "I think there is a old booster seat in the basement. Why don't you go see if you can find it. I'm not sure I trust Michelle to be sitting on one of my pillows." Michelle didn't want to be sitting on a booster seat. She was wearing a wet pull-up and this dumb sundress. That was bad enough. "No. No it's okay. I don't need that. I'm fine." she pleaded. It was too late. Tracy had gotten up out of her chair like it was on fire. She run down to the basement door and headed down the stairs. She hadn't been down there for quite some time. Tracy flipped the light on and scanned the room. She spotted the booster in the far corner right beside her old highchair. 'Mom never throws anything away. God that must be like 12 years old.' she thought as she walked towards the corner. Tracy placed her hand on the highchair and bent down to pick up the booster. As she lifted the booster up she got a good look at the highchair. It was a Fisher Price model. Mostly all white with little brown bears on the seat. 'Could Michelle fit in here. It was possible. She fits in toddler training pants,' She stood looking at the highchair then back at the booster. 'The girl was wearing pull-ups and most likely a wet one. Would her mom be okay with her bringing it up? She could hide the booster some where and say she couldn't find it. It was worth a shot.' She took the booster and set it on the other side of the room and covered it with a blanket. She went back and picked up the highchair. Tracy backed up the stairs struggling, carrying the highchair. It hit the side of the railing and made a little noise. Michelle and Ashley both turned towards the doorway to the basement. Michelle had to look twice to make sure she was seeing what she was seeing. As Tracy got closer Michelle snapped. "I'm not fucking sitting in that! she screamed. Ashley quickly walked over to the table. "Hey! That will be enough of that language young lady." Michelle spun around on her chair and stood. Tracy set the highchair down. "I'm not fucking sitting in a highchair Tracy. Take it back!" Ashley could see why Michelle would be upset but there was no reason to start yelling and swearing. "I said, watch your language. I'm not telling you again." Tracy knew her mother hated the F bomb. "I couldn't find the booster Mom. I just thought if we took off the tray she could sit up to the table better." "Tray or no tray, I'm not sitting in it." Michelle said as she stomped her foot, yelling. Ashley took Michelle by her arm. "You need to stop yelling right now." "No. I've had it with this. I'm not sitting in a fucking highchair." Michelle screamed again. It was like her to just have a outburst like this. It just happened. "That's it." Ashely said, as she pulled out Michelle's chair and sat down, pulling Michelle over her lap. Ashely lifted her dress and then started to spank Michelle. "You are not going to behave like this in my house." "Stop. Stop it." Michelle screamed, as Ashely kept bringing her hand down on her padded bottom. Ashely stopped and rested her hand on Michelle's bottom after the 10th spank. She squeezed the pull-up and knew right away, it was wet. She pulled Michelle up and stood her in front of her. "You peed in your pull-up?" Michelle was crying hard. Her butt felt like it was on fire. She wiped away some tears from her face, but couldn't say anything. "This is the second time today that you have wet yourself. Maybe you belong in that highchair." Michelle shook her head, "No I'm not a baby. I don't want to sit in there." "Well you could have fooled me. You're standing here in a wet diaper even after Michelle took you to the potty not 20 minutes ago." Ashely looked at Tracy. "Go up and get another pull-up and the wipes." Tracy didn't say anything. She turned and headed out of the kitchen. Ashely looked down again at Michelle. "I'm not sure what is going on with you. But you haven't been her more then 5 hours and you have peed yourself twice. I think this is what you want, so guess what? You are going to get it. You are going to start behaving young lady or there will be more spanking. Do you understand?" Michelle started to cry harder, if that was possible."Please. I'm sorry." Ashely brought Michelle close to her. "You need to calm down. Shhhh. It's okay. I don't like to spank you honey but you need to mind your manners. Okay. It's okay. Calm down." Ashley started to feel a little bad about the spanking. She never spanked Tracy. Ashely was rubbing Michelle's back and she started to calm a little. Her face was buried into Ashley's shoulder. Tracy returned in a flash, carrying a pull-up and the pack of baby-wipes. She could hear Michelle still crying and watched her mother try and calm her down. Ashely moved Michelle away from her. "Tracy can you hold up her dress please?" Tracy stepped forward placing the pull-up and wipes on the table. She bent down and lifted Michelle's dress up so that it was just below her chest. Michelle didn't stop Tracy as her dress was pulled up from behind her. She placed her hands over her face and continued to cry. Ashley took the one side of the pull-up and tore it down the side. She then did the same with the other side. She pulled the pull-up out from between Michelle's legs, setting it down on the floor. Ashely took the package of baby-wipes and opened the top. "Let's get you all cleaned up." she said, then began to wipe Michelle. Ashely placed the wipes inside the wet pull-up and then reached out and took the new pull-up in her hands. "Okay honey lift up your foot."

I remember being young and going to the park with a friend who's older sister took the two of us. I was too embarrassed to ask her to take me to the bathroom and wound up with very loaded pants. I remember being in like the boats they have you can play on and kind of enjoying the squishy/slippery feeling. I also remember the walk home when the sister asked "OK, which one of you pooped?!" of course I denied it... Not like I could avoid it when I got home. Mom was very sympathetic, just said to ask to be taken to the bathroom next time. And no, there was no next time. The next time I would wear I diaper I was in my mid to late 30s.

I started feeling jealous of girls when i was in 1st grade... seeing the dresses and tights with mary janes made me wish i was wearing them.... started with my grandmothers pantyhose and wore them a few times... then when i was bit older i started with my moms clothes when i was home alone.... one day she and my grandmother found some of her things in my closet (stockings, panties and slip) she asked what i was doing with them and i lied saying they were in with my clean clothes when i put them away the other day and i put these in my closet. She knew i was lying and said that was impossibe and took them back. I continued to sneak in and wear her things and a few times she would ask "who has been going though my dresser" i never admitted it was me but i am pretty sure she knew. When i moved out i started wearing things i would buy at the store and online and have involved diapers as well. and i love every day of it.

I hate pooping in my diapers , I tried it once and like others was scolded by my adult self during cleanup it did feel very babyish and naughty , that part I loved but the smell and cleanup was a whole lot more work than changing and cleaning up a real baby .

I feel the same way, when my diaper is soaked I cant concentrate on anything and just want to cum. The smell of a wet diaper gets me so hot, and the feel makes me so horny.

I wouldn't be interested in any "big kid" toys. Even stuffed animals don't have a big appeal to me. Baby/toddler toys, blocks, and teethers would be more up my alley.

A Philip K. Dick-esque story: We never go on the surface of the planet because up there a war is running and it’s extremely dangerous to stay. The enemy is non-human (it’s up to the narrator to choose the sort of enemy, as long as it’s highly lethal and ferocious). Only the army patrols the surface, the rest of the population stays in the relative safety of underground shelters. The law says that all those who reach 18 must serve in the army, unless they are proven severely physically and/or mentally unfit. Media tell us that serving in the army is an honor, but very phew come back from the surface and those phew tell us such horror tales about what they have endured up there that many of us are secretly looking out for a way to avoid serving. Then one day, when we are about to turn 17 and we attend college, we end up chatting with a nice girl and the conversation goes on the dooming fate that will reach us next year. At first, we are wary, because cowards and defeatists are actively hunted and shamed, but when we hint that maybe we’re not that happy about the perspective to be about to die, she tells us she’s studying to become a nurse and knows very well which could be a good way to become unfit for enrollment. We then enlist for a medical study that requires human volunteers and get transferred to a secluded facility where, the girl has assured us, there are some friends of her who can help those like me to become unfit. There, we agree to secretly receive a treatment that will make us incontinent, unable to properly care for ourselves and emotionally very unstable, to the point we will meltdown even under mild stressing conditions. The conspiring nurses let us know that the enrollment testing is extremely effective in catching those who are faking a condition, so they need to give us the “real” thing. After 12 months of “care”, we have become uncapable of any independent initiative and totally dependent on the nurses. We fail the enrollment test and get sent to a special-needs institution. Little we know that there is no war on the surface and now the planet is ruled by an AI. 95% of humans are kept captive in huge underground special-needs medical facilities. The “nurses” and the vast majority of the patriotic students who profess to be eager to go fighting the enemy are in reality cyborgs who are telepathically connected to the central AI. The 5% that acts responsible and makes no attempts to avoid enrollment is then allowed to live on the surface, where the maximum freedom is allowed as long as they keep being responsible. It’s this 5% that gets consulted by the AI on the main choices, like for instance on how to run the automated production facilities.

So the trip to my in-laws went great I was able to hide my diapers and dispose of them with ease thanks for all the tips as I am going back to my in-laws in February this was a great trial run and now I know what I’m doing I won’t be stressed out like I was this time so once again Thankyou everyone for your tips

This, people. It's one of my Pet peeves. Your intentions are all good and your hearts are in the right place trying to help this member out. I'm sure your input is appreciated. The simple fact is, if Newbee wanted to let the in laws and family in on her medical incontinence and need for protection, she would do that or already have done that. the same thing happens in the forum when someone asks for tips and ideas on how to stop bedwetting and a member says, "Just wear your diapers and wet the bed!" That is not what the poster was asking help with! For some people it is very uncomfortable to let others know a personal issue like this. We have no idea what her in laws are like and what their background is. I have had relatives that were total jerks and always bringing personal things like this out in the open among visiting people just to try and be funny, embarrass them or be a jerk! Always trying to make a big joke about a sensitive issue and things like that. Some may not like my response, but here it is anyway. If someone asks for help with something such as tips on hiding diapers from in-laws, we should give them help with what they are asking even if some people feel it may be a better idea to just get it out in the open. This might be a tip. Since you are a woman, I assume that while you are visiting and staying for a few days you will have a suitcase and in that suitcase you will have your protection for your incontinence. If you have a large purse, carry a spare diaper in it for when you need a change in the day. If anyone questions why you are always taking your purse in to the bathroom with you, there are answers you can give such as taking medication that you keep in your purse. People may not ask, especially a woman carrying her purse into the restroom. Afterwards, go to your room and replace the used diaper with a fresh one for the next time you need it. Use double zip lock bags in your suitcase to keep the used ones from smelling until you get home in a few days and can toss them out.

I was in my mid 20s and was getting into bedwetting again as well as peeing / pooping during sexual activity.. i wanted a way to make the warm wet pee feeling last longer, so I started using some baby diapers.. After just aa few times, I waas hooked. an new DL was born.. I've never looked back and still enjoy my diapers today some 30 yrs laater.

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

Yup, you right. The doctor aren't always right. My urologist has been trying to push the interstim surgery on me and I declined because I already read up on that and it dosn't sound very good. Only some patients see a 50% improvement of their symptoms. Why would I go through an operation that only has a chance of only halfway fixing me. Not to mention that they have to do additional operation to replace the battery in the device every 4 to 7 years or if the wires shift out of their proper position. Umm sorry, I don't think so.

I wonder about the "have to" part. I know that it gives them data for a better diagnosis and helps rule out some things, but when they can't really fix most of the problems then it just seems like a waste of time and money to be tested for what you can usually tell them with enough accuracy to deem whether the whole range of tests are needed or not. But that's how American medicine gets done, and it's why we spend the most and usually wind up getting the least for our money at the same time. Doctors and me usually have a strained relationship because I ask questions and demand adequate answers, and when those are not forthcoming I point that out. I also take charge of my treatment- it's me making the decisions, not them, and they're not used to anyone who doesn't just blindly follow whatever they say. I haven't had any dealings with Doctors other than my Chiropractor since I started wearing 24/7 but when that happens, if they ask questions I'll basically tell them it's not why I'm there, and the issue has been handled already by trained Physicians so get back to doing what I'm paying you too much for already, alright? Now you see why Doctors don't like me Bettypooh

In Canada there is trend towards gender neutral bathrooms that are also single stalls so there is usually both way more privacy and space to change a diaper. I hope this trend continues as I still find myself a bit embarrassed in big public washrooms changing my plastic diaper that everyone can hear. Really more then the embarrassment is the lack of space to do everything properly.

Honestly there is never really ever a need to change in a place like a store or mall unless you had an emergency leak situation. There are always gas stations and restaurants around that only have single restrooms and no one thinks twice if you are carrying a bag in these places.

This is very simple. I use my zippered laundry bag made by Gary. I simply place it under my arm and walk into the potty.

ItsCordell, I believe you are over thinking this a lot, and are jumping to a conclusion based on your suspicions. If you take a practical approach to this, you were seeing a specialist for an OAB, and with that said, the vast majority of the people they see for this will be wearing some sort of protection to avoid embarrassment from wetting their pants or underwear for sure! Do you really think this medical office was trying to make fun of you for doing this typical thing?? Chances are they were trying to put you at ease with the light hearted tone. Look at it from their perspective, how would you like to deal with hundreds of people that come to see you because they are wetting them selves and don't know why? Certainly these folks are all tense and edgy having to talk about this very private issue that is embarrassing to deal with at the least, not mentioning having to face up to it and speak to others about it. Not a good environment to deal with every day for certain!! I for one have gone to a doc with a UTI that was causing wetting issues, and the staff certainly did not make me feel that I should't be wearing protection, even as it was obvious during the course of the visit that I was. What was spoken about was that the treatment prescribed in this case, should allow me to get back to normal shortly, and be able to go without wetting protection again, but not to rush that as first I must gain my confidence back that I will no longer be needing this protection. To suggest that any professional dealing with issues of wetting oneself would belittle a person wearing diapers or pads for protection, seems unethical to say the least!! On the other hand, if a person is going to see a physician for a much different problem, and has no history of OAB, UTI, or other bladder or continence issues, and is wearing a adult version of a baby diaper, they should expect to be scrutinized and potentially create an unfavorable reaction from any medical staff outside of an ER as they are said to have seen it all.

Intresting reading. I have my first urologist appointment coming up in a weeks time. I'm going to have to wear or I'll flood thier office out

How about a Diaper Dimension story where the Black Market for Littles actually has gone multidimensional. Amazons paying good money to spies within our world to go around and find 'Littles' (ie, us) to abduct and smuggle to the Diaper Dimension. Have the Main Character wake up, already diapered, strapped in a giant bassinet, surrounded by numerous other young men and women about to be shipped off through a portal to the Amazon/s that paid big bucks to illegally adopt. ideas for what to include could be: Gender swap Two of the newly adopted Littles becoming siblings, or related to the first point, forced to become 'Twins.' More extreme body modification. Maybe all the abductees have their vocal chords sabotaged so they can't reveal the Black Market dealings. Story could follow one or two main characters, or be an anthology of one-shots or short stories with different characters in each. Have one of the Littles who work with the black market be backstabbed and sold on the same black market. One of the abductees actually fantasized about this scenario and finds s/he actually hates it. Conversely, they might decide it's everything they want. You could do any of those, or none of them. But I think the idea of Littles who help supply the black market with other Littles is an interesting concept, no matter what direction it takes.

When I was little and naughty (around 5-6 years), my mother would do almost anything to get me to stop annoying or teasing my sister. She eventually found out what worked. She threatened to put me in a dress, wear lipstick and go with her to the hairdressers for a perm. She made good on the first two items but never took me to have my hair and nails done. Well, as time passed, I experimented a lot with my sister's and mother's cloths and make-up but never felt like a sissy until years later when I woke up one morning and had an epiphany. I suddenly remembered those early days and really wished my mother had taken me to the hairdresser all dolled up. The thought of being made into a girl and dressed up in front of a lot of staring and smiling

In response to the question in the original post, its not necessarily generational. I would say that cultural attitudes about sexuality (and other lifestyles) have changed rapidly and drastically within just the past 10 years. In 2008, both Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton were running for the Democratic Party's nomination for president. Both of them said quite clearly that marriage is something that should ONLY be between men and women. In 2019, we live in a different time where much has changed. Virtually no one even argues about gay marriage anymore and its been made law by the Supreme Court. Both former President Obama and Hillary Clinton say their position 'evolved'. A huge number of people who were once uncomfortable with gay marriage now openly accept gay friends and family members. We didn't need to wait for a new generation of people to be born for this to happen. That being said, many young people can't remember a time when gay people couldn't get married. Today, being homophobic is far more of a risk in the national spotlight than being gay. Attacks on comedian Kevin Hart for his decade old comments on gay people show that anything remotely homophobic is not socially acceptable anymore in the developed, western world. Though there are certainly more rural enclaves and subcultures that are very homophobic. Transgender people find increasing levels of acceptance and representation in media and even among major celebrities too. (Though transgender people are still victims of violence.) Facebook has a total of 58 separate gender identities for its users to choose from. The erotic novel '50 Shades of Grey' has been criticized by many but it undeniably pushed the BDSM lifestyle more into the mainstream. (Even if the book isn't the best representation of BDSM) "Furries" are very visible in online communities, even if they are sometimes the butt of jokes. I dated a young woman in her early 20s who was probably the most accepting of ABDL people that I have met so, yes, younger generations might be more open minded. Younger people also have more brain plasticity than older people so its easier to incorporate new ideas into their worldview. So with all of that, we have a culture that is more likely to be accepting of ABDL people. But that doesn't mean that its not still a fetish and/or lifestyle that many people struggle to understand or, in some cases, just know nothing about. Its always easy to fear what you don't understand. The only reason so many people 'understand' LGBT individuals is because they are very visible in society and in media. Ironically, I once saw a poster on Daily Diapers say the following: "I sometimes just wish I was gay... it would be so much easier than being ABDL!" In response to those posters who say "keep this to yourself", I tend to agree. A person's sex life is best kept in the bedroom. For me, while this is certainly part of my identity and not entirely sexual, it is still something I do in the privacy of my own home. That being said, when something become an actual lifestyle, then it becomes harder to hide from close friends and family. There's a big difference between a bedroom kink and a lifestyle. To each their own. Tell or don't tell whomever you wish but be prepared for the negative consequences and negative reactions. The more people you share this with, the higher the risk that you might meet someone who doesn't understand. And of course, there is absolutely no reason to expose your ABDL lifestyle to strangers in public places. If you want to wear a diaper in public under your clothes, there's nothing wrong with that. But don't expose your diaper to other people. (Its sad that this part even needs to be stated)