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Rain stretched and relaxed, her body enjoying the warmth of water. She was reclined in a large tub, filled with water from the river, heated up. After weeks of marching from one place to the next was exhausting, and it felt wonderful to wash off the dirt and the grime. Tali had brought her some soap even. Unlike soaps of old, this kind had an almost medical smell, but it still got her clean. She wasn’t sure who in the wasteland made it, but it was wonderful. It was getting colder each day, and soon another winter would be upon them. Nuclear winters sucked, really sucked. The temperature would most likely be below zero, any snowfall would burn the skin ever so slightly, and the desolate wastes would somehow be worse than it already was. At the farm, with Mrs. Sellers, winters were rough and terrifying. Going outside was unpleasant or even dangerous. Anyone who had a brain stocked up for the worst of the season. Luckily, that part only lasted about three months. Rain remembered the horrible cold that seeped in from every crack in that place, and how the fire never seemed to warm her, no matter how large it was. But here she felt safe. She was in a fortress with a high fence and thick walls, gun turrets, and surrounded by some of the greatest fighters in the wasteland. Once winter got here, the river would freeze and there would be no more baths, or very few at least, so Rain was determined to live this up. Meanwhile, the days passed slowly, peacefully, so they almost blended in together. Miles spent most of his time training, cleaning weapons, preparing for when winter ended and he was free to pursue his mission once more. He did spend more time with Tali though. They spent most nights walking together or just being together. It was nice to see. Miyuki had seemed almost bummed out since returning from the Oro. Despite everything Surra put her through, she clearly meant something to Miyuki, and there was a longing in her gaze most days. There was a melancholy she couldn’t seem to shake. Rocco and Gabriel bickered like children, each finding new ways to bother the other. Rain had watched as Rocco soundly beat Gabe at every poker game they played, taking almost everything the old man had, including his eyepatch at one point. Which he eventually have back. Gabriel was sure the ghoul was cheating. He was, but he was so sly about Rain didn’t have the heart to tell on him. On the flip side, there was one thing that Rocco loved above all else. He loved iguana bites, he bought them any chance he got, and he had amassed quite the stockpile for winter. So when they had begun to vanish, he tried to hide them, but it didn’t seem to help. He was convinced that Gabriel was stealing them. He was right, but again, Rain didn’t have the heart to break that news. Poor Gabriel didn’t have much after all, aside from his old power armor. Still, it was hard to miss the old bear wandering around every day, rooting out the ghoul’s hiding spots. She felt her skin being wiped down with a wet cloth, and heard Tali humming. Rain had nearly been asleep when her motherly friend had surprised her. She let out a moan of relief as Tali rubbed her shoulders. “I was wondering when you'd show up. You're all excited about that stupid dress, aren't you? I told you before, I'll only wear it in my room. I think I would die if Miles or Miyuki saw me in it. Or Rocco, especially him.” She heard Tali laugh softly from behind her. “It's not a big deal. Honestly, what's wrong with making yourself pretty every now and then? You're a pretty young woman, Rain. You'll look so adorable trust me. Just wait, we'll get you clean, changed, and looking your best. You might even like how you look.” Rain sighed, moving her hand through the rapidly cooling water. “Bathing me, changing me, and dressing me? You're really in mommy mode tonight, aren't you?” Tali hesitated. “I'm…..I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable. I'm not trying to act like your mom. I just like taking care of you. It makes me feel good, like I'm needed. Plus, I'm not old enough to be your mom. You're older sister, maybe, but not your mom. Geez, I’m only twenty-seven.” Tali leaned her head back and Rain closed her eyes as water was poured through her hair. Even though she had been joking, it had put her in a melancholy mood. “I can't remember my mother. I don't know what she is like, or even if she's still alive. I think about her a lot though, wondering whether or not she was kind like you. Maybe she was more stern, but still loving. Then I wonder if I had brothers or sisters. I have dreams, but all the people are blurry and formless. So I just wonder. I do think she was kind though, my mother. I miss a family I can’t even remember.” “That's understandable. You're parents may be out there somewhere, thinking and worrying about you, and maybe you'll remember one day and we'll find them. But until that day comes, you have me and everyone else. This is your home, and we are your family for as long as you want us.” Rain looked up and grinned. “You're a good mommy, Tali. I don't know what I would do without you.” Tali blushed. “Well….better me than Surra, right?” Rain shuddered at the thought. She could hardly believe that Lady Oro had tried to give her away to Surra. Just imagining having her as a mother was terrifying. With her harsh ways and mocking smiles, Surra had never shown anything other than contempt for her, and had made it clear she held no affection for her. Rain scoffed. “I'm not an object to be traded away. Miles would never have sold me to them. I'm just happy the Oro didn’t try to force it. You didn't see her Tali. Surra was just…..incredible. No one could touch her she was so fast. I don’t think we could have stopped her.” Tali had her get out of the tub and began drying her off with an old towel she had made herself. “I agree. Surra is not someone I'd want to cross. Believe it or not though, it's said there are two people who could beat her in a straight fight.” “Who?! I can't even imagine.” “The first is a mercenary named Leo Stener. He's a loner, but if the money is right, I hear he's the best in the business. No scruples, y’know? Not like us. He'll take any job if the money is right. Supposedly, he's unbeatable at night. Weird rumor, but that's what I heard. Either way, I hear he works mostly down south or in neighboring states.” Once she was dry enough, Rain followed Tali back to her room, laying down on the bed while Tali fetched one of her pink diapers. For a moment, Rain reflected on how little modesty she had around her caregiver. Here she was, naked as the day she had been born, but it felt normal enough, given how Tali treated her. Soon enough, she felt herself being laid down on the familiar cushy feeling of a diaper, smelt the familiar aroma of powder as it was applied, and heard the familiar crinkle of the plastic garment as it was brought up and taped on. All normal. All safe. “Who's the second person who could beat Surra?” Tali stopped, looking pensive. “Viktor. He's Jericho Thorne’s bodyguard and oldest friend, and recognized by most as the deadliest fighter around, certainly in our state. No one knows how he fights…..because no one has ever lived to tell the tale. People say that if you see Viktor walking toward you, you're already dead.” “It’s weird that I don’t know anything about this Jericho Thorne. Who are his allies, who should I worry about?” Rain asked as she covered up with a blanket. She was trying to hold off the inevitable dressing that was sure to follow. In the meantime, she could learn. Tali nodded and obliged her, perhaps unaware of her real motives. “Aside from Viktor, he has four generals that guard his territory and command the tribes under them, or at the very least, collect the tribute they owe. These four, along with Viktor, were with Thorne as he attacked the Regulator compound nearly five years ago.” “Indara is a beautiful raider who controls his eastern territories. She’s known as a great hunter, she’s determined, ruthless, and absolutely loyal to Thorne.” “A large super mutant named Barnabas is in control of the north. Not too bright, but he doesn't need to be. Anyone who wanders from other states above us finds a monster waiting to greet them.” Rain shook her head. There were few things she hated more than those creatures. “A super mutant? It's hard to believe he can even control such a monster. Those…..things only care about destruction and chaos.” “Which is why he's so effective. The southern border has a man named Lucas Hudson in control. He's known as the Axe due to his preference for killing with a fire axe. He's the closest to us, but to be fair, he's the best of a bad lot, somewhat reasonable.” Tali stopped again. She seemed hesitant to talk about the last general. Her skin had gone almost pale. “The last general is Thomas Yates, the Doctor.” Came a voice from the hallway. Miyuki let herself in, how long she had been out there listening was unclear. “Jericho Thorne has no more terrifying general than the Doctor to the west. He's pitiless and solitary, ruling from an abandoned asylum. He seems to take no interest in his rule though, instead driven by his sole passion.” “What's that?” Rain asked, looking between the two women. Tali spoke up. “Torture. Whether it's madness or something else, he likes to capture and perform horrible, grisly experiments on any unlucky fool he can.” “He’s no joke, Rain.” Miyuki said, sitting beside her. “Like I said before, I'm afraid of only three people. Surra, Garret Tucker, who stole my life from me, and Yates. If we ever come across him, you don't let him capture you. Kill yourself if it looks like he might. You understand? Don't let him get you.” Tali raised an eyebrow at the mention of Garret Tucker. She didn’t know what the man and his brothers had done to Miyuki. Nonetheless, she didn’t say anything, sensing perhaps that it was best not to pry. “Yeah. I get it.” Rain said quietly. It was more daunting now that she knew the odds. Jericho Thorne was but one man, yet his bodyguard Viktor was claimed to be someone more deadly than even Surra. Then his four generals that ruled his territories, each more terrifying than the last. Indara, Lucas Hudson, Barnabas, and the Doctor, Thomas Yates. That wasn’t even adding all the tribes under his command. But it was Thorne that Miles wanted, his ultimate goal, for the destruction of the Regulators. It didn’t seem possible to assault such a man. Tali seemed to sense her thoughts, running a hand across her cheek. “You don't have to worry. Oddly enough, Jericho doesn't seem to have any interest in us. As long as we leave him be, there won’t be any trouble.” But it was a lie. Rain knew it. They were deluding themselves if they thought Miles would ever stop. Rain had seen it one day as she watched Miles practicing on their makeshift firing range. Jericho Thorne was all Miles could see. He saw him in every enemy he fought, living or not. He saw his face every time he closed his eyes. That's what she felt. He would never be able to rest until Thorne died at his hands, and maybe not even then. Even Miyuki scoffed at the notion. She knew better, and Tali knew it too deep down. But the woman couldn't bring herself to believe it. She would always dream of a day when they didn’t have to fight anymore, where she could just be with her family, safe and happy. She dreamed of growing old, having children of her own. She didn’t care how silly such a dream was, how unrealistic. She dreamed anyway for what would never be. It was admirable and also very sad. She was brought out of her reverie by Miyuki clearing her throat. “Hey uh……are you naked under there? And if so….why?” Rain clasped the blanket closer to herself as she blushed. “Not naked…..I got a diaper on.” “Ah that's right! We were about to get you dressed.” Tali said, finally perking up. “She's dressing you now?” “I made a deal with her, and I had distracted her with all this Jericho Thorne talk before you showed up, Miyuki.” “Like I would have forgotten.” Tali snorted. “I've been looking forward to this for weeks.” Miyuki looked at Tali, then to Rain. “Why? What’s going on?” “It's girly stuff, Miyuki. You wouldn't be interested.” Rain said pleadingly. She really just wanted her to go. It was bad enough that she was willing to go through this ridiculous trial, but she figured she owed it to Tali. Miyuki, though, looked offended. “Why not?! I'm a girl too, dammit. Just because I can fight like a boss and out drink Rocco, doesn’t mean I don’t like girl stuff.” “Plus, you're so humble too.” Tali joked. “Well, Rain? What do you say?” Rain made a show of pouting. She was too nice, that was the problem. She knew the smart move would be to say no and send Miyuki off. But she felt bad. Miyuki had been depressed lately, and if she was going to humiliate herself for one person she loved, why not two? Reluctantly, she nodded. Tali vanished with her cheshire grin, only to reappear moments later with the dress. Obnoxiously pink, with white frills on the arms and near the bottom. It was the very opposite of everything she strove to be. Cutesy instead of tough. Adorable instead of feared. Miyuki looked at the dress with wide eyes. “Holy fuck. That’s a lot of pink. You're gonna wear that?” “Yes she is!” Tali exclaimed. “She's gonna look so beautiful and cute. Just wait and see.” “Oh, kill me now.” Rain moaned. She sat up and allowed the dress to be slipped over her. She didn’t know for sure how she looked, but judging from the others, it was worse than she feared. Tali looked ecstatic, smiling wide with an all too pleased look on her face. By contrast, Miyuki held her hand over her mouth, looking shocked, like she wasn’t sure whether to laugh or gag. “Look how adorable she looks! This is better than I could have imagined!” Miyuki nodded very slowly. “Y’know, it's not so bad. I mean, it is kinda cute. A bit short I guess, it doesn't cover your diaper that well. The frills are the worst part I guess. All in all, you look cute, very pretty.” Rain glared, feeling ridiculous. “Would you wear something like this?” “Oh, fuck no. I'd rather die.” “I knew it! This can’t get any worse!” Tali looked offended. “What are you talking about? Rain, you look great! Okay, maybe the frills look a bit…..infantile, but I can fix that.” “Rain! I need your help!” came Rocco’s voice from down the hall. His voice sounded slurred, meaning he had probably hit the vodka pretty hard. They saw the doorknob begin to turn, but none of them moved. It was like everything was happening in slow motion, like everything was out of their hands. The door slowly opened and Rocco stumbled through. “Rain….I need your help. You're the only one I trust in this shithole. Someone keeps stealing my iguana bites….my one joy. It's gotta be the one-eyed old man. He's mad about the card games, I know it…..or maybe Miyuki. She’s crafty….sneaky. Never trust someone that hot who can beat you up. There are thieves everywhere.” He looked at her closely. Maybe he thought he was hallucinating, she wouldn’t blame him. Finally, his eyes seemed focus. “Bwhahaha! What the hell are you wearing?!” Rain stood up furiously and strode over to the ghoul. She smiled her sweetest smile, then kicked him in the balls. She shut the door on him before he even hit the ground. “Why?!” Rocco moaned from the hall. “Rain, I thought we were friends. Why is everyone here so mean to me?” Rain turned, her dress flowing with her. She went to the mirror and looked at herself. As much as she looked like an overgrown toddler, she decided she sorta liked it after all. She did look cute, but what was wrong with that? Maybe she was simply tired of worrying what everyone else thought of her. She looked over to the two sitting on her bed, their jaws almost hitting the floor. Rain sighed and then smiled. “I like it. Miyuki, you should help Rocco to bed so he can sleep and get sober. I'll talk to him then about what he saw. Tali, should we do my hair?” Tali’s mouth worked silently until she found her voice. “Uh…sure. That sounds great.” She smiled and sat back down on the bed, a small smile across her lips. “Fuck it. Make me look pretty, don’t hold back.” * The next morning the group gathered around for breakfast. The three of them had been up most of the night chatting. Miyuki had done her hair in a braid and she wore it proudly. Tali was the best part though. She spent so much time helping everyone else, it was nice to see her just relax and have fun. It was a rare night. Once she had stopped worrying about how silly she looked, Rain actually enjoyed herself. The trio made their way to the table. Miles and Gabriel were already there. It looked like breakfast was going to be canned fruit. They had a ton of canned fruit stored away for the winter, and while she would no doubt get sick of it later, but it looked pretty good now. “What were you three up to last night?” Miles asked. “I heard you giggling when I passed by.” “Girl stuff, Miles. You wouldn’t be interested.” Miyuki said smugly, echoing Rain’s words from the night before. He chuckled. “Oh, okay. Keep your secrets. I hope you're not too tired from your little sleep over though. There’s work to be done today. The snow has already begun to fall. Soon, it could block us inside the compound. Before that happens, all the training equipment outside needs brought in and stored. Rain, you will attend to this. Miyuki, you can help Tali check over our security and sentry guns. Gabe and I will be heading on one final patrol, a few miles in each direction just to be safe. Rocco….where is Rocco?” “I know where he is.” Happy said, his voice sounding as annoyed as ever. “The ghoul is passed out in front of my chamber door. He wouldn't wake despite the severe beating I gave him. He groaned….and called me a bucket of bolts. Me!” Miles ran his hand through his hair. “His drinking is becoming….problematic. I know he's bored, but I hope he doesn’t keep at it the whole winter.” “I took him to his room last night.” Miyuki sighed. “He must have wandered out again. I'll take care of his duties for today.” Gabriel scratched at his beard, a cunning glint in his eye. “How passed out is he? Do you think he'll wake up anytime soon?” Happy scoffed. “Unlikely. The ghoul has insulted my honor. I demand the right to cut out his liver.” Tali sighed and rolled her eyes. “No. Obviously the answer is no. The answer is always no. Did you expect it to be different today?” “Of course. Why not?” Happy asked. Somehow, the robot couldn't conceive the possibility of being told no, despite being denied over and over again. Gabriel stood up. “I uh……need to check some things, Miles. I'll be ready to go when you are.” “Right. I need to check our maps anyway, plan our routes. I should be ready to go in an hour or so.” “That's plenty of time. Yes, so I will…….just…..be back shortly.” Gabriel said as he left, smiling. Miles watched him go, looking more confused then ever. “What’s up with him? What's wrong with everyone today?” Rain knew where he was going, and had an idea of her own. “I'll be right back!” She said as she ran after. Miles threw up his hands. “I live with a bunch of crazy people.” “I know.” Mr. Happy said. “Sometimes I feel like the only sane one here.” Miles grimaced. “I'm going to my room.” Rain crept around the corners of the compound. Gabriel was nothing if not predictable. He no doubt planned to track down the rest of Rocco’s snacks while he was incapacitated. Sure enough, the big man was creeping around Rocco’s room on his tip toes. “Watcha doing?” Rain asked sweetly. “Oh! Geez, Rain. You scared me. You shouldn't sneak up on people. When I was a kid, I scared my sister and she accidentally poked my eye out.” “I’m sure that's a true story. Listen, I need you to move the training gear inside for me.” “But Miles….told you to do it.” “And I'm asking you to do it. Unless of course you want me to tell Rocco you're stealing from him. Let's face it, manual labor is tough for me. I'm so small after all.” Gabriel’s one eye narrowed. “Blackmail is very unbecoming of a young woman.” “Creeping around and stealing is unbecoming of an old man.” Gabriel tapped his foot as he tried to find a way out of his predicament. Eventually he gave up. It worked out well for everyone, Rain figured. He could get the work done in half the time, and she had time to get into a new book. She headed to her room, stepping over the passed out Rocco on her way, smiling in victory. She heard Mr. Happy yelling as she shut her door. “Is no one going to remove this ghoul from my doorway?! Damn and blast you all! Up you rotting bag of flesh, up I say!” She heard Rocco moan. “Ugh….stop hitting me, dammit. The hallway keeps spinning. Just kill me instead.” “I wanted to kill you! As usual, the Enslaver said no, the wicked harpy.” “Someone…..stop the spinning. How am I still so drunk?” Rain laughed as she laid back on her bed, new book in hand. She felt her diaper, a bit annoyed at how wet she was, but she knew Tali would change her before too long. Winter was gonna be fun.

Written by Christi The agreement: Crystal woke up and stretched, she was looking forward to seeing Susan. She was almost giddy, having planned out their evening together. She quickly got dressed in jeans, a brown blouse, and tennis shoes. Brown eyes greeted her in the mirror as she combed her easily maintained brown hair, cut in a pageboy with short bangs. She grabbed the small brown paper bag waiting for her by the door, and quickly made her way to Susan's. Susan greeted Crystal at the door with a big hug, and deep kiss, then took a step back eying the bag with suspicion. Crystal took Susan's hand and led her to the bedroom. She went to the closet and started laying clothes on the bed. A white short sleeve halter top, white knee high socks, black platform marry jane shoes, and finally a short red and black plaid skirt. Susan smiled "You want me to wear that? A school girl outfit for our special night? You've got it." Crystal saw Susan's eyes dart over to the bag and slowly reached in "And this." She pulled out what was obviously a white adult diaper and set it on the pile. Susan narrowed her eyes and stared at the diaper "You want me to wear THAT?" "Yep." "The skirt will barely cover it!" Crystal smiled "That's kind of the idea." Crystal laid the diaper out and quickly had Susan taped up, then Susan pulled on the rest of her clothes. Crystal smiled and did the 'spin' thing with her finger. The platform shoes gave Susan's normal 5' 7" a little extra boost. At 120 pounds and a job that kept her moving all day she had fabulous legs, enough hips to have a nice curve and C cup breasts. Long blond hair and blue eyes, yep, Susan was the theoretical typical California girl, she'd get all kinds of attention tonight while Crystal herself would be pretty well overlooked, which wasn't hard considering she was only 5' 1" herself. She smiled and took Susan's hand "Come on, let's go!" Looking down, Susan saw a gleam in Crystal's eyes which sparked memories of prior conversations "You want me to use this in public, don't you?" "That's the idea. I brought you a change too, wasn't that nice of me?" Susan rolled her eyes "Awesome, I have a feeling I'm going to need it. Where are we going?" "But only one, and you get to carry it. You'll see where we're going." Susan dug through her closet and came out with a small, cheap clutch purse, dropped the diaper in, and clicked it shut. They got in the car and after a half hour drive Crystal pulled into the parking lot of a dance club. Crystal bought them both diet sodas and the two found a table to sit at. Susan smiled "Nice place, when are we going to dance?" Crystal nodded toward Susan's drink "After you finish that. Oh, and by the way... Rule number one. If you need to go bathroom, you have to ask me first." Susan replied "Why am I not surprised? Are there more rules?" "Not at the moment but I'm sure I can come up with more if you want?" Susan shook her head "No, no, one is plenty." She eyed the drink "Of these too, but I have a feeling that's not going to be the case." Susan finished her drink "Now will you dance with me?" Smiling, Crystal replied "Absolutely." Susan left her purse at the table, half hoping someone would steal it along with its cargo. The two girls danced, Crystal getting occasional glimpses of shiny white under Susan's skirt. Nobody said anything to the two but Crystal could feel eyes on her and could feel her cheeks warm "People are staring, I know they are." "You're beautiful, of course they're taking peeks." Timing being what it is, at that very moment, a young man stepped up and asked Susan "I'm Larry, may I cut in?" Crystal beamed and Susan replied "Thank you, but I'm with my date and she's not the type to share." Chrystal looked up to the man "She's right, Larry, I don't share." Larry smiled and shrugged "Had to try, have a good night ladies." and disappeared into the crowd. The song ended and Crystal took Susan's hand as they walked to their table. Susan sat and was surprised when Crystal leaned over and her warm breath washed over her ear as she said "I'm going to go get another drink but while I'm gone, you can work on this." and pushed her own drink, hardly touched, in front of Susan "No more dancing until it's gone." When Crystal came back she set the soda in front of Susan "Here you go, I got you a fresh one." She sat down and slid her own drink in front of herself and took a sip. Susan pouted "I have to drink mine AND yours? That hardly seems fair." Crystal smiled "Well, I do want to be fair. You can pour whatever you think you drank into mine. But be warned, if you don't play fair, I won't either." and gave Susan an evil smile. Susan thought very seriously about filling Crystal's glass. Then she smiled as she thought of dumping her entire soda into Crystal's glass, overfilling it and watching it run down the table and wet her pants. It would serve her right. She also though of what the consequences might be. And to top it off, she wouldn't do that to her love anyway. Ultimately she reached over and put about as much as she had drank while Crystal was away, into the other glass. "There, see, no shinangans." She leaned and gave Crystal a soft kiss. As Susan worked on consuming the beverage they talked of small things, what had happened during the week, their jobs, general chit chat. They were sitting at the table after their third dance when Susan nibbled her lip and reached across to take Crystal's hand "May I go?" Crystal sparkling eyes betrayed the innocence of her voice "Go? Go where?" "You're having entirely TOO much fun with this. Go to the bathroom." Crystal smiled, her eyes sparkling as she gave Susan's hand a squeeze and said "Go ahead." Susan's cheeks flushed as she forced herself to relax and felt the material grow warm and wet. "Not too much all at once or." She stopped, letting warning sink in. Susan let the flow continue for a few moments then stopped. "Rule two, you don't have to ask after the first time, but you do have to let me know when you're about to go." Susan nodded "OK." she looked at her drink "Do I have to?" "I'll tell you what, how about we share from here out and I'll help you?" Susan smiled "How much help?" "As much as I want to give?" Her eyes twinkled and she let out a soft giggle. A few minutes later another hand squeeze got Crystal's attention and she gazed into Susan's eyes and knew there was a new round of wetness being absorbed by the diaper. She smiled and gave Susan's hand a reassuring return squeeze, leaned, and gave her a deep kiss that lasted maybe a minute. There was one more wetting before they danced again. As they danced Susan could feel the added weight of the material between her legs and pulled Crystal in close whispering in her ear "I'm showing, I know I am, can we get out of here?" Crystal purred "No, Love, I'm quite enjoying myself." She reached down and gave Susan's padded bottom a soft squeeze "I don't think you need a change yet." She hugged her partner then let go and danced away a few steps then back again "It's sagging a little but it's not bad. Susan shook her head, her nerves causing her to nibble her lip "I'd like to change now." "Are you sure you want it now? It's kind of early." Susan hissed "Yes!" "OK." The two went back to the table and Susan was half disappointed, and half elated to see nobody had swiped her purse. The two girls headed to the bathroom and into the handicapped stall. Christi untapped and lowered the wet garment to the floor. As soon as the diaper came free Susan asked "Can I use the toilet now?" Crystal shook her head as she folded the diaper and taped it closed "And start all over with the soda? I don't think so." Susan got out the new diaper, and the two of them got it secured around her waist. Good to her word, Crystal helped and drank about half of each of the sodas from there out. Three drinks, three dances, and two wettings later Susan asked "Can I use the bathroom?" "Haven't you been all evening?" "No, I mean the toilet." "Nope." "This is a problem, I need to, you know..." "What?" Susan held up two fingers "OK?" "Maybe you should have thought of that before using your one change?" "Come on, I've played nice. You wouldn't make me do THAT, would you?" Crystal grinned "I wouldn't make you anything. Are you going to safe out?" "No, but not here, it's not fair to everybody around us." Crystal got up and held out her hand "I agree, let's go." Shortly after getting into the car Susan winced as her stomach cramped. She lifted up and all it took was to relax her clenched bottom. She immediately felt weight and warmth in the back of the diaper and thought to herself "Now what do I do?" Almost as if she had heard Susan's thoughts, Crystal said "Sit, you can't stay like that the entire way home." Susan carefully sat and tried not to move for the next 25 minutes. They got out of the car and Crystal followed Susan up the path to the house to give her a bit of privacy from the neighbors on the short walk. When they got to the door she reached around Susan, unlocked and pushed the door open giving her a kiss on the neck as she did "I love you." Susan took a few steps inside and turned "I love you too. Per our agreement it's my turn now." Crystal nibbled her lip "Yes, I got to be in control on our night out, now that we're home it's your turn." She smiled and looked sheepishly up at Susan. Susan took Crystal's hand and smiled, giving it a squeeze "Come on." Crystal followed, wondering what Susan had in mind. On the short walk down the hallway many scenarios flashed through her mind. Susan lead them down the hall and into the bathroom "Take your clothes off." Crystal slowly unbuttoned her blouse, lingering on each button to both entice her partner and delay the inevitable. Her shoes and socks were next, and finally her jeans. Susan smiled "Bra and panties too." Crystal complied, shimmying out of her panties, unclasping her bra and letting it drop into the pile of clothes. Susan quickly removed her clothes, feeling the diaper's movement as she did and getting a gleam in her eye. Crystal saw Susan's look and said "I don't know what you're thinking but it can't be good." and smiled, feeling a soft blush come to her cheeks. Susan ushered Crystal into the oversized shower and followed her in. She squatted down and untapped the diaper, letting it plop down onto the shower floor. She leans in and took a lick of Crystal's glistening sex "You're turned on by me in a poopy diaper?" Crystal's blush deepened "I'm turned on by you, the diaper is optional." Susan took a half step back and reached over, pulling Crystal forward. She then leaned over and lifted the diaper up between Crystal's legs Crystal stared down at Susan "oh my gawd." "That's right Sweetie, now help, hold the back up like a good girl." Crystal whined "Noooooo..." Susan looked deep into Crystal's eyes, she could see a heady mix of 80% arousal and 20% revulsion "You want to make me happy, don't you? Are you going to safe out on me?" Crystal swallowed and in the tiniest voice replied "No... OK." Susan noticed the change in Crystal's breathing "You're going to help me put this wet, messy diaper on you. It's only fitting, you're the one that started this." Crystal reached shaking hands down and helped hold the back of the diaper up, wrinkling her nose as the cooling diaper, and its contents made contact with her body. Susan shooed Crystal out of the bathroom "You just go wait in the bedroom and stand around, don't you dare sit on anything." Crystal tried to focus on what was happening inside the bathroom as a distraction and heard the shower come on. A few minutes later it turned off. There was a short pause then she heard the toilet flush and was a bit envious as she's starting to need to go herself. Maybe helping with the drinks wasn't such a good idea. Susan came into the bedroom carrying a stack of about 6 towels which she laid on the bed. She laid down and beckoned to Crystal "Come here, snuggle on top of me." and opened her arms for her lover. Crystal carefully laid on Susan and they kissed lightly, gazing into each others eyes. Susan asked "Can you go bathroom for me? You got to watch me." Crystal nibbled her lip and nodded, her eyes glazing over slightly. She relaxed and with a bit of concentration felt the material between her legs grow warm and soggy. Susan smiled at her and patted the back of the diaper, giving it a little push against her lover's bottom "Can you go back here too? I know from the first one It'll hold more." Susan saw the furious blush on Crystal's cheeks and the girl close her eyes "Nu uh, look at me." And gently laid her hands on the back of the diaper. Crystal opened her eyes and smiled shyly as Susan gazed deep into her eyes. She could feel the heat of her lover's body and see the desire in her eyes. She gave a soft push, then a bit harder and felt her mess pushing the back of the diaper out, then had to push a bit harder as her body fought the increasing pressure. This also caused her bladder to release more warmth into the padding. This was the first time Crystal had let Susan take control. She had always in control both of herself and her surroundings, and was feeling very out of her element. She hadn't thought her first time subbing would be like this, she figured it would be softer, but it was kind of her own fault as she had set the mood for the evening. She thought about what a gooey mess she was, in the back of her diaper, emotionally, and it made her blush when she realized she was a mess up front too. Susan purred and moved one hand, running her fingers through Crystal's hair "Such a good girl." And gave her a soft kiss. Crystal's breathing increased at having done something so naughty and being told she was good. She felt a trickle of wetness, pee if she were honest with herself, escape the confines of the diaper and trickle along her abdomen. Susan loved her even if she was messy and... She was wearing a diaper with both of their... She wrinkled her nose a bit, it was icky, and delicious and warm and squishy and slippery and.. and.. her hips took on a life of their own as she started to softly tilt her hips trying not to get caught, worried all the while that Susan would think she was disgusting. Susan of course felt the movement and could see the desire in Crystal's eyes. She laced her fingers into the short blond hair and raised her leg a bit, bending it at the knee "Go on, you naughty little thing, rub, cum for me." She pulled Crystal's mouth down for a deep, soul searching kiss that devoured her lover. Crystal was on fire by now, all caution and pretense of modesty gone she ground against Susan's thigh. Her breath came in gasps and soon she was cumming. Crystal felt Susan pulling on her hair and backed away a bit, fighting to keep her eyes open to share this moment with her partner. She couldn't figure out if she liked grinding forward against Susan's leg or back against her hand better, they both felt fabulous, and oh so naughty. After the hottest climax Susan had ever seen she wrapped her arms and legs around the exhaust blond in her arms and they snuggled, letting their breathing calm. Crystal finally pulled her head back and looked down with dreamy eyes. Susan smiled from ear to ear "You liked that huh?" Susan's smile was infectious and Crystal beamed back "Best girlfriend EVER!" And slipped her arms under Susan, hugging her fiercely. Susan awwwed and cooed, rubbing Crystal's back and giving her soft kisses. After several minutes of cuddling Susan asked "Do you have anymore diapers?" "Not with me, no." "Make love to me, make me cum." Crystal lifted herself up onto her hands and knees then kissed Susan's forehead, the bridge of her nose, the tip of her nose, and finally a lingering kiss on her lips. She proceeded down to her chin, opened her mouth wide and put her teeth around Sam's throat biting very carefully then releasing. She moved to the junction of Sam's neck and shoulder and latched on with her teeth, biting, sucking hard, and lightly chewing which brought a moan from Susan that created an answering groan of her own. After a minute of this she released and backed away. "My little nymph couldn't stand it, she had to" Susan was interrupted by a growl as Crystal darted down and locked her lips around her nipple, sucking and squeezing with her lips which caused Susan to gasp, her comment forgotten. Crystal kissed her way down the smooth skin of Susan's tummy, her hands going to the breasts she had left, fingertips circling the hardened nipples. She continued to kiss until her lips found Susan's swollen mound where she planted kisses and loved on Susan until her orgasm had her lifting her hips from the bed. Crystal kissed her way back up Susan's body and snuggled down next to her, her fingers drawing languid lines up and down her lover's body. Susan smiled, soft rumbling "Mmmmms" coming from her as she stole a kiss, after which she said "I should make you wear that until the morning when my time is up, but I'll be nice and let you off. besides, you'd get the bedding, and the mattress all..." she whispered into Crystal's ear "stinky." Crystal blushed yet again "It's a good thing you thought to put the towels down, I think I leaked a bit. I'm sorry." Susan smiled and showered kisses upon Crystal's face "I'm glad I did too, and it's OK." She giggled "I think we kind of asked a bit too much from that poor diaper. You stay put." She sat up and looked down her body then got on her knees and used a corner of one of the towels to wipe off the bit of wetness on her then scooted off the bed. She reached and took hold of the towels "OK, sit up then kneel over the towels." Crystal complied, feeling the mush squishing between her legs when she moved. Susan wrinkled her nose "Stink butt! Come on, move it. Carefully!" She giggled. Between the two they got Crystal off the bed with two towels held between her legs. Susan chuckled as Susan waddled to the bathroom where the two managed to clean up the damages. After the shower Susan told Crystal to throw her mess away, then the two went to bed, sated and relaxed, and snuggled until they fell asleep. The next morning Crystal woke first and watched Susan sleep for a while before blue eyes opened, the two saying "Good morning." at the same time which made them both smile. Crystal laid her pillow against the headboard and propped herself against it, Susan moving to lay between her legs and rest her head in the cradle of Crystal's breasts. Crystal kissed blond hair and started to run her fingers through it. Both girls were letting out soft sighs of contentment when Susan said "That was your first time letting me lead like that and we kind of jumped straight into the deep end of the pool. What did you think of it?" "It was neat. Hot. Fun. Disconcerting." She nibbled her lip "Arousing." "I didn't go over the top when I had you wear the one I had wet and pooped in? The idea popped into my head and I just ran with it. Heck, I didn't know how I felt about it, let alone how you would." Crystal, feeling shy, blushed and softly replied "No. It was slippery and gooey, but knowing it was yours was a big part of it too." "And yours." "Yes." Susan tilted her head up "You went kind of crazy, it was hot to watch you poop for me but that didn't hold a candle to watching you get excited and squishing around and oh my gawd when you came, the look on your face, and your body." She paused and shivered "Thank you for sharing that." If it was possible, Crystal's blushed deepened, she was happy, but she also kind of wanted to disappear. Susan stretched up and kissed Crystal's chin "You're adorable." "Quit that!" Crystal laughed and tickled Susan's sides. Susan wiggled into the warmth, softness, and safety of her lover's arms "Would you want to do it again?" "The diaper thing, or your leading?" "Leading huh?" "That's what it is, isn't it?" "I suppose it is at that. I see you trying to evade the question, I'm onto you." and rubbed her head against the soft swell of Crystal's breasts. Crystal replied "Onto huh? Bad pun." and kissed Susan's head. "To answer your question, yes, I'd let you lead sometime even though I find myself out of my element, my norm, and kind of.. jittery or nervous." "But they're fun jitters, aren't they?" "Yes." "Next time maybe we'll do something a bit less extreme, what chu' think?" Crystal's eyes sparkled and she smiled "Like whips and chains?" "No you goof! Fur lined cuffs and a feather." Susan replied as she gave Crystal a quick tickle. Crystal laughed and happily replied "Noooo tickling!!!" When the tickles stopped she asked "What did you think about wearing a diaper in public?" "It was arousing and embarrassing, kind of like I was getting away with something naughty. I wouldn't have minded if you had picked a skirt about 6 inches longer. In a way that would have been more fun, in a way less." "So no more short skirts while diapered?" "Who said there would be a next time?" "Is that a 'no' for you?" Susan gave Crystal's leg a squeeze "Nah, just messing with you. I'd do it again, even with that skirt. I think it might be fun with a longer one too, I could wear it longer." "True. What about the pooping?" "It didn't really" she emphasized the next word "DO anything for me. Personally, it's not a NO but I'd rather not." Susan turned her head and gave one of her pillows a kiss "I love you." Crystal smiled and blew at Susan's hair "Bad pun." Susan snuggled back into Crystal's arms again, rubbing her head on her breasts "I hope you don't get an infection." "If I do, I'll just tell the doctor the truth." Susan looked surprised "Oh?" Crystal got a big grin on her face "Yeah, shit happens."

Yes yes so much yes! I struggled with my own depression demons every day for years. I was blessed enough to have a decent support network (even if I didn't use it enough) and the mental and spiritual fortitude to combat my demons. And I know that everyone might not have that. For anyone reading this, While I may not to give you the latter, you DO have a support group right here. If you want to talk feel free to PM me anytime. Or make a post asking for help like so many others here have. That's actually how I've made a lot of my closest friendships. ♡ You are beautiful. You are talented. You are worth fighting for. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Chapter 40: MY BATH WITH Megan was much like one with Amanda would have been. Even though Megan normally showed that she valued me more as a thinking adult than most, she played with me probably more in the bath than Amanda had. I enjoyed the bubble bath that finished with my body tightly swaddled in a towel and carried down to the nursery. I gulped as she laid me down on the changing table. A quick glance showed me that was clearly designed not for babies, but littles. The head, wrist, and arm straps showed that there was a belief littles needed to be restrained with more than just with a chest belt. Fortunately for me Megan didn’t buckle anything but the chest belt as she pulled the towel away. “So what do you want to do today?” She asked me as she lifted my ankles in the air to slide a diaper underneath me. “Play with my computer?” I suggested. She gave me a look, “Didn’t you get enough playtime on it last night?” I pouted, “No, I only made it through the first level of my game,” I told her. I motioned with my head towards the monitor and who knows what other bugs after what we’d been dealing with. She laughed, “Okay, I guess you can play with your computer until lunch. Then you’re going to have to take a nap though. Grandma will insist on it,” she told me with a smile. “If you’re just going to play on the computer then let’s put you in this cute romper,” she held up one of my many cute rompers that ballooned into a set of bloomer type bottoms. As soon as I was dressed she handed me my backpack and put me inside a playpen along with a bottle of juice. “Be good,” she told me with a smile. I opened my computer and then immediately groaned because I didn’t have their WiFi password… My new phone was next to me though and I discovered it could act as a hotspot. A few quick adjustments in the settings had me back in and able to work on my projects. The first thing I did was make sure that I was secure though. I took care to spoof my location and build up multiple layers of security hiding my identity before going to work first on our attackers. I found that they had indeed arrested the lady who had attacked Bella early this morning. From what I could see in the police system she seemed to have clammed up and refused to talk after asking for a lawyer. I saw that they had arraignment scheduled for this afternoon. I decided to follow the money... ‘Who paid for the lawyer?’ I asked myself. It took a while, but I eventually confirmed that Venture B&E was paying the bill for the attorney. I sat and thought for a moment, debating on my next move. We couldn’t keep playing on the defensive and hope that none of the attacks would succeed. Obviously last night they had intended on getting me and whoever else was left in the house. A quick look at that police report revealed they had four suspects in custody who had also clammed up. Given the severity of their charges I saw the DA was attempting to get all five of them to be held without bail. I had to wonder how much their employers would protect all of them though. I decided that before I did anything else I needed to talk with Fred and Amanda. I had a few ideas on ways we could go on the offensive against this company, but I didn’t want to do so without their okay. With my ideas exhausted I went back to my earlier project from the previous night to see if I could program the nanites to bind with the problem protein and clear them out. I lost track of time and failed to notice Megan watching over my shoulder for a few minutes. “Whatcha doing?” she asked me in a voice that made me feel like she’d caught me with my hand in the cookie jar. “Umm… well… a project?” I said innocently. “Why don’t you close it down and tell me about it over lunch?” I blushed and did as she said, pressing a quick shortcut key that killed everything I’d been doing. I held my hands up to her and she picked me up and put her hand underneath my diaper as she carried me on her hip downstairs and deposited me into a new looking high chair that was a regular baby’s high chair. I was a little surprised as I figured I’d be stuck in the little ones I knew they had, but didn’t complain! She put a bib on me and brought over a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that she’d cut into smaller triangles for me, while she had a larger version for herself. “I hope you don’t mind peanut butter and jelly?” She asked. I shrugged, “It’s fine.” “Good, so what were you up to?” I sighed, “Has grandpa swept this room?” I asked. “Yes, I just did,” he said entering the room. “Why do you ask?” “Megan was asking me some questions I didn’t want to risk others hearing…” “So…?” Megan asked. I sighed, “I started off looking into the guys who broke into our house and the lady who poisoned Bella. There’s nothing else that can really be done there though…” “No, it’s pretty much in the courts hands now,” Grandpa Joe said. “I think they’re going before a judge who’s pretty honest. He’s normally pretty harsh on things like this, but we’ll see what happens.” “It’s all about the money,” I sighed. “Yes it is,” he said. “So what was with the chemistry I saw you looking at?” She asked me. “I’m looking into the adverse effects of breast milk…” I said turning bright red. “Which ones?” She asked. “The loss of continence…” “That would be a big breakthrough,” Megan said. “And potentially a bit target on your back…” Grandpa said sitting down with a glass of iced tea across the table from Megan. “I know… it’s why I’ve been keeping it low key,” I said to them. “I haven’t even told Am… Mommy how far I’ve made with it.” “You actually know what causes it?” Megan asks. I nodded and walked her through it, “I think if I can program a nanite set to act as a T-Cell of sorts to go and bind to the protein and block the binding of the receptors there’s a good chance I can prevent the effects.” “Or you could reverse it and cause the problems…” Grandpa noted. “It’s definitely playing with fire,” I agreed. “But…” “What about the addictive parts?” Megan asked. “I haven’t made it that far… I don’t actually mind that part since I know littles are able to get past that.” I admitted. “It’s an interesting idea,” Grandpa Joe admitted. “Just be really careful Stacy, you never know what unintended consequences you might have.” I nodded but didn’t say anything else, instead putting a piece of sandwich in my mouth and chewing. “So what are you two up the rest of today?” Joe asked us. “Well originally I was going to go do some shopping with my friends,” Megan said, “but given everything going on... I think staying home and working on some video game skills is probably smarter.” Joe shook his head, “I don’t know what I did wrong with you girls... “ I laughed at that and he shot me a mock glare, “Don’t you go there missy, you’re as much of a nerd as your mommy…” I stuck my tongue out at him and Megan and he both laughed. “I’m going to spend the rest of the afternoon making sure this house is secure for the night before working on figuring out what we can do with your home Stacy.” It was weird hearing it called, ‘my home,’ but it did feel that way at this point. “I don’t know what more you can do…” I told him. “I’m thinking robot security guards?” He suggested. My eyes opened in terror… “Does it have to be robots…?” I could feel my rear still feel phantom pains from that stupid swing. “I’ll see if I can think of something else,” he said sympathetically. I nodded and took a drink from the bottle on the tray. I was full and asked, “May I go get back on my computer please?” Megan shook her head, “I think a nap would be a good idea first…” “I don’t need…” I started to complain. “Think about last night and yesterday?” Megan said, “I want to take one myself too. Why don’t you just come take one with me?” I wanted to complain but I knew even with Megan if she wanted me to take a nap she would be able to make me take a nap… I sighed, “I guess…” “Great,” she said as she picked me up out of the highchair and wiped my face of some crumbs with the bib she’d used on me. I made a face but she just laughed and put me back on her hip. She felt the diaper underneath the romper and said, “I’ll change you after your nap…” “Our nap you mean?” I asked. She squeezed me, “Our nap then.” We went up to her room that was obviously still hers with posters, pictures, stuffed animals, and a faded purple wall that I suspected was a color she liked when she was little. A faded sign on the door said ‘Princess Megan’ much like the one on my door at Amanda’s house. She laid me down on a daybed that was set against the wall on the side closest to the wall. As soon as I was down she kicked off her shoes and laid down next to me, cuddling me like a teddy bear. I sighed as she was pretty warm but closed my eyes while trying to think of what else I could do. She actually went to sleep too though, because I learned she snores! MEGAN DEFINITELY WOKE up from our nap before I did. I eventually rolled over and looked at her doing something on her computer at a desk that was adjacent to a bay window that had a bench tucked inside. As I sat up she was oblivious to my waking up and seemed intent on the screen in front of her. I crawled to the edge of the bed and looked at the long drop down to the floor. I sighed as I realized I needed to pee badly right then and let it loose in the diaper before saying, “Megan?” She looked up surprised, “Oh, you woke up!” she said with a smile and came over to me. I felt her hand check my diaper and she said, “How about we get you out of that icky wet diapee?” I nodded, “Please…” She carried me down the hallway back to the nursery and made quick work of the diaper change and said, “So I’m guessing you’re happy if you have your computer somewhere?” “That bay window in your room?” I suggested. She smiled, “I’ve always loved that window seat, sure that’s fine. Let’s grab you a bottle from the kitchen real quick on our way so I know you’re staying hydrated.” She held me as she bent over and picked up my bag of electronics from the playpen, carried me down the hallway to the stairs and grabbed a bottle from the fridge, and then placed me on the comfy cushioned window seat to work. “Thanks,” I said as she handed over the bottle of juice to me. “Comfy?” She asked. I nodded, “Much better than the playpen…” She giggled at that, “I’m going to get back to my game then…” I gave my own giggle and watched her begin to play some sort of city simulation game and got back to my own tasks. I began exploring the software the university had available for students and came across a chemical simulation program that was able to run on my computer, albeit slowly. With fantastic graphics I was able to import the chemical structure of the protein that was so problematic in Amanda’s milk, and modeled the receptors that would be needed to collect it and send it through the bodies endocrine system. I was working on it for about an hour when Megan said, “You’re going about that wrong…” I started as I hadn’t even noticed her approach as she had climbed on the cushion next to me. After I got my heartrate down a bit I asked, “What am I doing wrong?” “Do this…” she walked me through another method for ten minutes, explaining why along the way, and the simulation was suddenly successful. “So if you get this going on in your body breastfeeding becomes okay again?” “I’m hoping…” I admitted. “Speaking of leaky breasts… I’m going to drop you off in the playpen for a bit while I take care of mine…” “I’m sorry,” I told her, knowing my presence was responsible. “Don’t be… though I have to say if you get this figured out I may want some help at some point…” I smiled, “I’d be okay with that…” She gave me a hug and helped me reclaim my electronics and moved me to the playpen in the nursery before taking off. I used that time to drain some more of the bottle she’d left me with. I had promised I wouldn’t do this edit without letting Amanda check over my work, so I decided to move on with another project. The nanites seemed to have other potential uses and I wondered just what else I could do with them… Just as I was thinking of my plans for future uses my phone suddenly shocked me by ringing with Amanda’s face showing up on the screen. I picked it up and said, “Hello?” “Stacy?” Amanda asked tentatively. “Hi Mommy,” I said, “How’s Bella?” “She’s doing a lot better right now. I need you to do something for me for tonight… The real LPS agency is sending over a team on a well being check. Can you get Megan to help you put your toys away?” I grimaced, “Yes Mommy, how far are they away?” “About a half-hour, they were told our lawyer must be present and your grandfather is insisting on an officer that he knows he can trust absolutely.” “Okay, I’ll get myself in cute baby mode… I love you Mommy!” “Love you too,” she told me. I cut the connection and called out for Megan, “Auntie Megan!” “What’s wrong Stacy?” “We have guests coming…” I told her as I was putting everything away into my backpack. “I need to look like a well taken care of little…” She nodded and began helping me with the backpack and clothes being put away out of sight. “Did you pack any of your princess diapers?” she asked. I shook my head. “I bought some last week and they’re in the diaper stacker,” Grandma’s voice said coming in through the hallway. “Good idea for putting her into one of those.” She dug for a second in a hanging diaper stacker and handed her the pink rectangle, “Here, get her changed into that. You have her in a good outfit, I’m going to take this playpen downstairs along with some toys for looking like she’s spending time playing with them like a good little. Why don’t you just hold her on your lap and watch something safe on TV together until they come.” “Is it normal or fair for them to assess her in this house?” Megan asked. “Not really, but fortunately I’ve kept everything baby proofed for your sisters babies. No real point in it for the littles, it’s not like Stacy is going to be foolish enough to put something in an electrical outlet and electrocute herself, but LPS would insist on it otherwise…” She shook her head, “Go on, get that diaper changed and get downstairs,” she ordered. “So how scared should I be right now?” I asked Megan as popped the snaps on my romper and pulled the tapes of the slightly wet diaper loose. “I don’t know honestly Stacy… Hopefully Dad and Larry have this in hand,” she told me as she lifted my feet in the air and pulled the old diaper out and put the new on in place. She held my feet in the air for a second longer to wipe me thoroughly and then put some lotion on from my diaper bag. I shuddered for a second but knew that lotion had to have been safe at least. As soon as she was satisfied she wiped her hands on a wipe and taped me in. The romper was snapped shut and she carried me to the bathroom where she washed her hands. “Let’s get you a pacifier?” She suggested. “Maybe a bottle too?” I said with my mouth feeling very dry all of the sudden. She gently squeezed me before retrieving one of my pacifiers that she attached to my outfit with a clip and stuffed the nipple of it into my mouth. She patted me gently on the back as we moved downstairs and I suckled on the reassuring pacifier, just hoping beyond hope that nothing bad was about to happen to me. She stopped at the fridge and grabbed a bottle of juice and carried me to the couch and exchanged the pacifier for the bottle that she held as she turned on a movie that she decided on, “This is a kids movie and it’s free of subliminal messages as far as anyone knows.” “Okay,” I said pausing from the bottle for a second. I had downed maybe half of the bottle when the doorbell rang and Grandpa moved to open the door. “Hey Larry,” he said as he let in his lawyer friend. “Hi Joe, did I beat them here?” “They should be arriving anytime now I would expect,” he said as I looked up from the bottle I was drinking from. I embarrassingly put it down as he came to sit down in a chair that Joe provided next to the couch. “How are you doing Stacy?” He asked politely. I shrugged, “I’ve been better. Do you know what they’re coming for?” “I…” he started to say when the doorbell rang and Grandpa Joe went for the door. “Hi, I’m Claire Parsons, I’m with Little Protection Services, and this is Police Detective Deming,” I heard from the door. “Hi Ty,” Joe said to the man. “May we come in?” They asked politely. “Yes, come on in,” Joe said and directed them inside to the living room. I was a little surprised to see that Claire appeared to be a betweener at probably only six and a half feet tall. Smaller than Megan who waved at her from underneath me. “This is Larry Worthington, our attorney, my wife Theresa, our youngest daughter Megan, and this is Stacy, who I believe you are here to see?” He asked. “Yes,” Claire said, “May we sit here and talk?” she asked. “Yes ma’am,” Joe said politely and motioned to a chair that was catty corner from where Megan and I sat on the couch. Grandma sat down next to Megan and Joe sat down protectively next to her. “Thanks for speaking with us, I know I wouldn’t trust anyone at this point with what happened yesterday…” Claire started out speaking with me. “Umm… just out of curiosity I thought you were going to college Stacy? I wasn’t expecting to see you living as a traditional little?” I wondered if it was a trick for a moment, but I decided there was something about the shorter woman that I could trust. Grandpa had already said he trusted the officer sitting next to her. “It’s kind of a dual arrangement,” I said with a smile, “I agreed to some of the baby treatment in exchange for being able to go to school. I don’t have to worry about being adopted and having to worry about being maimed or something… But I can study in this dimension where the technology is so much further advanced.” “I don’t want you to worry about appearances for our sake right now Stacy, I understand you are a very intelligent young woman. What we both need to know is what happened as far as you were aware yesterday…” “I agree Stacy, don’t worry about playing baby right now, we want to know what happened so we can nail the lady and anyone else connected with her.” “Go ahead Stacy, and you can tell them about the other stuff you all have figured out too. I checked into her, and Ty here is one of the most trustworthy people I’ve ever known,” Grandpa said across from Grandma. I gave him a look but the nod from him meant I felt comfortable talking with her with that kind of information. I looked at her, “Where do you want me to start?” “Well how about just yesterday first?” “Grandpa had me for the morning and we were over having lunch here when we got a call that LPS was doing a wellness check on us…” I paused, “We’d been kind of expecting something like that after everything going on, so Grandpa took care of getting me back home. There were two individuals who had identified themselves as LPS agents waiting there when we got there. The lady stated her name was Diana Ellis and she said the man’s name was Bob Drindel,” I told her. “Wait, how do you remember that clearly?” Claire asked. “I have a really good memory… as you said before I’m smart. The lady insisted that she needed to be able to examine my body for marks or about the complaints of malnourishment. She undressed me to look, then started to try and change my diaper, but Larry said he would take care of it.” I paused, “I appreciated his being willing to protect me from dealing with her... but at the time being molested was really all I worried about…” I felt a little bit of tears come to my eyes but I shook it off, “Anyway after he changed me she wanted to speak with me to ask questions. We sat down on the floor for what I would expect would be a pretty typical interview?” “What all did she ask?” I thought back, “She asked about my adoption, if it was willing, if my parents spanked me, why I would bother to go to college,” I thought back and wasn’t remembering much else. “I think we discussed the failed kidnapping attempt at the university? She also was concerned that I’d been left unsupervised on the university campus… We pointed out a free little could babysit me and Larry shut down the conversation?” He nodded, “That’s basically the conversation. I have a recording of the whole encounter from when I entered the room if you would like it?” “We would, I know we already have the video of what happened with her and Bella…” the detective said. “Did you see any other signs of problems?” I hesitated, “I’m not sure what it would look like for a normal visit, but I know a lot of abuse happens in this dimension to littles that no one seems to do anything about… So I have no way to gauge that accurately.” “That makes sense,” Claire said, “And you’re right about the abuse. We have a number of agents that we’ve investigated in the past that have taken desirable littles away to sell for a higher price…” she shook her head, “I hope you know not all of us are like that. I’m certainly not, which is why I’ve been tasked to investigate the matter.” “So you have no doubts as to the care of Stacy and Bella?” Grandpa Joe asked. “None whatsoever, though I do hope that Stacy doesn’t get pushed anywhere she doesn’t want to go with her life… She seems too smart to get stuck with just being a mindless baby. Do you have any other information to add?” I looked at them and nodded, “I took the video images we captured and compared them with pictures online… I let Mommy know about the discrepancy that was passed onto the police so they could arrest her. I was able to do some further research and tied her with a Breeding and Export business that was after Bella when we met her. They had gone through some elaborate steps to get her to fly out to Selegansol to kidnap her and weren’t too happy. There were a few attempts there to kidnap her, and I suspect that was the same group who tried to kidnap me.” “I would agree,” Detective Deming said, “Unfortunately proving it beyond a reasonable doubt, and identifying the person who ordered everything is probably out of our reach for the moment.” “Any ideas on how to keep us safe from these people?” I asked him. “We’ve increased patrols around this house and your home. Hopefully that deters them. I know Joe was working to do some more work to secure your home there to harden entry points. They got in last night by ignoring the alarms and just busting in through a side window on the first floor. They appear to have run straight to the nursery basically and then ransacked it some when they didn’t find you.” I felt a bit of fear in my gut hoping that my Switch with the hidden pistol had stayed hidden. “How much did they destroy?” I asked. He pulled out a tablet with pictures and showed me the nursery. To my horror basically everything had been tossed except the mattresses. The crib had actually been thrown onto its side, clothes and toys were everywhere on the floor. It looked like they emptied bottles of baby lotion and powder everywhere too… it seemed almost pointless levels of vandalism. All of my important stuff other than that weapon were with me though. For some reason it looked like the mattress to the toddler bed had been spared. I was able to flip through photos and saw they had done some damage to the master bedroom and Fred’s office. It looked like they had been scared away before getting to Amanda’s workroom though. I handed the tablet back to him and said, “Thanks, why’d they stop?” “I don’t honestly know,” he said, “Unless they found something they wanted in the office?” I shook my head, “Maybe they got scared off myself?” I paused, “I’m not sure what was up with the vandalism in the nursery.” “Probably a psychological attack,” Grandpa Joe said, “It definitely struck Amanda to the core and takes away your sense of safety.” “I agree,” the detective said and Claire nodded. “So where do we go from here?” I asked. Detective Deming sighed, “That’s a good question. I was hoping that having a conversation with you might bring up some new leads… and it did with Venture, but that is like an ivory tower to scale right now. They have so many politicians and officers bribed and protecting them that they’re not going to go down easily. Add the Trelini family connection that seems to be present from your first kidnapping and, unfortunately, I’m not sure what can be done right now.” “That’s a bit of a dreary picture,” Grandma said from beside me. “Well is there anything else you need from us?” Deming looked at Claire who shook her head, “We’re going to investigate how the imposter got her credentials altered. The lady she claimed to be was actually found murdered in her house today when we went to check on her.” I felt my blood turn to ice as once again I could see how serious they were. “Murdered?” Megan asked as she hugged me protectively. “She hadn’t been seen in a couple days, so they had been working on this. The other guy who was with her was new and from another department so they hadn’t worked together before. He seems to be innocent in this.” “That’s crazy…” I said as I felt some urine leave me into the thick diaper. “Yes it is,” Claire said. “Look, the only thing I can assure you of from my end is that your file has been flagged so that if it comes up again I will be the agent to investigate any complaints. I’m pretty certain I’ll be able to close them in a single visit and a shake of my head. I can tell you’re definitely with a good set of parents, and I hope your sister recovers quickly.” “Thanks,” I said. “Oh, and you mentioned earlier you were worried about not having someone with you on the school grounds. As long as you’re on the university property you do not need to have a caregiver directly at your side. It’s the same rule as for elementary kids who might need to walk down a hallway to the nurse. Of course I think you would be stupid to run around by yourself right now,” she added. I nodded and watched as she and the detective made their exit. I was left sitting on Megan’s lap. Larry also made a quick exit as he wasn’t needed and soon just the four of us sitting there in the living room. “This is scary,” Megan said. “Yes it is,” Grandpa said, “Megan, would you please go help Stacy change into something more comfortable and a regular diaper so I can work with her… actually make it one of her uniforms like she’ll be going to school.” “What are you up to Joe?” his wife asked. “The game has changed, we were just worried about kidnapping before. Now I’m worried about lives, I’m going to arm Stacy with every dirty trick in the book. We’ll be downstairs in the workout room for the rest of the day.” “Are you sure dear?” she asked nervously. “Yes, I am. Go on Megan,” he told her and she followed his instructions with a squeeze of a hug for me. “Are you okay with this?” She asked me. “Training you to fight?” I nodded, “It’s not a matter of if, but a matter of when I run into these guys again.” She kissed my forehead as she laid me down on the changing table. “Definitely could have stayed in this one longer,” she told me with a smirk. “You should have seen the monstrosity from the other day that the nest mother gave me…” I groaned. The change was quick, just a quick wipe, some powder, and the new Pamper was on. We dug out one of my school uniforms and dressed me completely down to the shoes I wore with it, before she carried me downstairs. She skipped the landing of the stairs on the first floor, and went down to the basement where I discovered Joe had a mini version of his studio there. “Go ahead and leave us alone Megan, call us up for dinner and we’ll take a short break, but we’ll be down here until her bedtime tonight.” “Yes Daddy,” she said and set me down beside his towering frame. He had changed into a gi and looked to be in a full martial arts master teacher mode. I bowed politely as she left and took a comfortable ready stance. When the door closed he walked over to a bag and said, “I called a friend yesterday afternoon after I left you all and asked for a rush on an order.” He pulled out a pair of shoes that looked identical to mine. He sat down on the floor and showed them to me. “They look just like mine, I have a feeling there’s something concealed?” “Don’t ever let anyone find this, but there is a blade in each of these shoes,” he showed me how to pull two thin bladed weapons from the heel of the shoe quickly. There was a set of finger holes that resembled a set of brass knuckles attached to a thin single bladed knife. The weapons had a curve to them that made them look beautiful, if not deadly. I placed my fingers in the holes of the right hand one and amazed that it was a perfect match to my hand. I took a tentative swing with it and marveled how it became an extension of my hand. I looked up at Grandpa Joe, “I take it you can teach me how to use these without hurting myself in the process?” He gave a light laugh, “That’s the idea. Let’s switch them out for these training versions for now. I want to practice you drawing them first.” I pulled my other shoes off and replaced them with the new ones that felt more comfortable. As I went to lace them though he said, “These have some special laces, put your finger right here,” he said to a place that seemed to just be regular patent leather. I did as he said and they suddenly laced up on their own, “Cool!” I said with a smile. “I take it you don’t have self-lacing shoes in your dimension?” “Only in science fiction movies!” I said with a smile. “They will only unlace now if you use your fingerprint on that spot. They won’t be able to cut them off easily if you are taken. Also, since they’re ‘cute’ you’ll probably see an Amazon give up in a hurry on taking them off initially.” “So just keep them hidden and wait to strike?” I asked as I stood up. “That’s one option, but I personally think your best bet at this point is to strike first and not allow them to get their hands on you if you can help it. These would also let you cut through safety belts in car seats. Since they would probably want you in a rear facing seat that might be an easy way to keep covert there…” We spent a while longer talking about some tactics before he said, “Let’s practice you drawing those blades,” he said. After the first time he handed me a set of practice blades to put in their place and he began drilling me in a number of positions to draw them and then stand in a ready stance. We had only practiced skill over and over again when Megan came down. I had just reset the practice set in the shoes when she told us, “Dinner’s ready you two,” she said, “Mom wants me to tell you to clean up, I’ll change Stacy, and then we’ll eat.” “Okay,” he said. We exchanged a quick bow to each other and then I walked up to the stairs where Megan scooped me up. She made a face as she checked my diaper, “This should be a lot wetter, you need to drink more…” “I’ll try and remember that…” I told her. She changed me into a fresh diaper, washed her hands, helped me wash mine, and then carried me to get situated downstairs in my high chair. I had a moment of fear remembering earlier on when I first arrived that I would likely be eating baby food under Granny’s watch. I saw from the pasta pot, and a red pot of simmering sauce, that dinner was apparently a pasta dish in a homemade red sauce. “Here, let’s get you a bib,” Granny said and appeared with one that said, ‘My Grandma Spoils Me More than Yours.’ I rolled my eyes internally as she tied it on and then gave me a plate of pasta and one of my small forks. I sighed in relief and said, “Thank you Granny!” “You’re very welcome Stacy,” she said with a kiss to the top of my head. “Has Mommy called with anymore information on Bella?” “She’s still in the ICU, but they have seen some signs of her waking up. They’re going to try and wake her up in a few hours if she hasn’t on her own.” “That’s quick…” Megan said. “I wish I could be there for her,” she added. “If you want I can stay here with your Dad and Stacy and you can go there for a bit?” She suggested. She shook her head, “Mandy wanted me to watch Stacy. Why don’t you go back after dinner though?” “I’ve got Stacy under control if you both want to go?” Grandpa Joe suggested. They both looked torn as I twirled some of the large spaghetti noodles around my small fork and took a bite. After I chewed it I took a sip from my bottle that sat on the tray and then said, “Go, it’ll do everyone some good. Grandpa and I are just going to hang out downstairs anyway, right?” He smiled at me, “Right!” They both sighed but said, “Okay, I think we can trust you two for a bit…” He mocked pain and said, “Just for a bit?” “To be fair they probably shouldn’t trust us,” I said with a smirk. “Definitely my favorite granddaughter,” he said with a laugh. We all ate pretty quickly and I filled up on the large noodles. It was almost like eating a pasta the thickness of penne pasta. The sauce was one of the best I’d ever had, “This is amazing,” I told her. “I’m glad you think so, I worried you might not like it?” “Why?” “I don’t put sugar in my sauce. Our other little grandchildren didn’t like it while they could eat it.” She was sad at the end of the statement. I grimaced but nodded, “I keep hearing my taste buds are off of a normal little…” “Huh? What do you mean?” Megan asked curiously and seeming interested in a change of conversation. “Well… I think Daddy and I might have to go and have some fun with fiery food challenges…” Granny looked a bit nervous at that, “What?” “Well I grew up with the understanding that the smaller the chile the spicier it is. Even your smallest peppers are like the size of our mild poblano peppers compared to me. I think because of that they taste milder. Bella regretted it when she tried a little of one that I didn’t feel a tingle on.” Megan looked intrigued, “They have some events sometimes at the university…” “Before or after bedtime?” “Some before… I’ll keep an eye out for those for you!” She said with a smile. Dinner ended soon and Megan made me finish the bottle before changing me again and delivering me back to Grandpa’s care. They both took off for the hospital after making sure we were okay. “Okay, draw those blades again,” he told me and came at me simultaneously. I did so with a front tumble as I moved to his left and drew the blades, standing to face him to my side. “Good!” he said, “But, you left yourself open…” For the next few hours we worked nonstop until my muscles hurt and I was dripping with sweat. He showed me how to go for the tendons around the ankles and also to attack the hamstrings first. Knees were another target I practiced to disable. We worked with him reaching for me and going after the arms and wrists so many times I lost track. There were also drills with me getting to the blades while being held, cradled, and aggressively held. By the end I knew I could be beaten by the right person, but I thought I might have survived someone who underestimated me. My watch showed eleven when Megan walked in and said, “Okay you two, Stacy needs to take a bath because I’m guessing she stinks, then needs to get to bed.” We both bowed to each other and I said, “Thank you for teaching me Sensei.” “My privilege, I really do hope we have more time to train… Here, let’s switch the training blades out,” he added quietly as he hugged me. I made a quick discreet repositioning of the blades into my shoes to get the real blades that were razor sharp put where they could be useful. I walked over to Megan who looked at me with wide eyes, but squeezed me as she picked me up. I asked her, “Did Bella wake up?” “Yes she did. She’s groggy and disoriented, but seems to remember everything both recent and further back in the past. She managed to answer questions for about fifteen minutes before she went back to sleep. They’re cautiously optimistic that there won’t be too many long term effects,” she had made it up to the top of the stairs then. “Have they noticed any so far?” “She seemed to have some coordination issues, nothing major, but there may be some loss there. They can’t really tell much more until they have her try and move around.” I nodded as she reached the door to the nursery. She stripped the dress I wore off and tried to take my shoes off but couldn’t do anything. I went, “oops, let me get those,” and put my fingerprint where the sensor was hidden. They came undone and I slipped them off, “Make sure I put those on tomorrow please…” I told her. “Mmm… Okay,” she said leaving me in just my diaper a moment later. The discolored garment was soaked and hanging loosely on my hips at that point as she removed it and carried me barenaked to the bathroom. I saw that Granny was already running a bubble bath for me. I blushed as Megan passed me to her and she sat me down in the water. “Do you mind if I bathe you?” Granny asked. There was definitely a tentative nervousness to her voice, but also you could tell she really wanted to bathe me. I blushed but nodded, “Okay.” The next ten minutes or so wasn’t a lot different than Amanda bathing me, but it was a little more embarrassing with the lady who I had at one point thought would be my biggest antagonist. Every stroke of a sudsy wash cloth, or massaging of baby shampoo in my hair was so gentle though. I was almost feeling like going to sleep in the bathtub when she said, “I think my little grandbaby is ready for night night, huh?” I nodded, “Yeah, it’s been a long day…” She nodded and wrapped me gently in a towel before carrying me down to the nursery. Megan was hanging around then as Granny asked, “So are you okay with going to church with us tomorrow?” I felt my nerves come up again, but wasn’t sure how to respond as she deposited me onto the changing table. Megan came to the rescue then, “Mom, why don’t I stay home with Stacy tomorrow?” With everything going on right now she could probably use another day of sleeping in before classes start on Monday.” I looked up at Granny and she pursed her lips, “I think I can live with that if you promise me you’ll both come next Sunday?” I nodded, “Okay Granny, I appreciate you letting me sleep in…” She pulled my legs in the air as she put a thick princess diaper under my rear. “You’re welcome sweetie,” she said. Powder followed all over my diaper area, stomach, and legs. She taped up the diaper and then helped me get dressed into my footed pajamas. She brushed my hair and used a loud blow drier before braiding it loosely. “You want a bottle before you go to bed?” She asked me. “I heard you don’t mind them?” she added with a smile. I looked at Megan who flushed a bit at having been busted at telling my secrets to her mom. “No, they’re okay… sure. Just regular milk though, right?” “No boobie milk for you for now per your mommy’s wishes,” she agreed. “Here, Megan hold her while I go get her a baba,” she said with a quick hug to me and passed me over to Megan. She sat down on the floor with me and turned me around in her lap to face her, “Sorry I told Mom that…” I giggled, “She’s your mom, you don’t probably have a ton of secrets from her. It’s okay.” She gave me a quick squeeze, “I figured tomorrow going to church might be a bit too much. I’m not sure if they’ll send you with the babies to the nursery, let you hang with us in the college room, or send you to a free littles group…” “Thanks, that’s more thinking than I would want to do tomorrow,” I agreed. “Maybe I an get a few more things done on my computer before Chloe and Cassie come over…” “Sure,” she said. “Do you have many more things you’re working on?” “I have a couple more things I want to check on... “ Her mother came back up the stairs with one of my bottles in hand and Megan handed me over to her. She carried me to a well worn rocking chair in the corner where she placed me in the crook of her arm and placed the nipple of the bottle of warm milk to my lips. I latched on and began nursing as she hummed a lullabye that Amanda must have learned from her. My eyes closed gradually and I must have been fully asleep as she settled me down in the large crib. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for continuing to read! 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This is a little story I've had running around in my head. It won't be too long, and I'll fit it in while I'm finishing Chris the Clever Boarder. Adjustment Chapter 1 Pat looked around the small, clinical room, then at Dr Saunders. 'So, how are things, Pat?' asked the doctor. 'OK,' Pat replied quietly. 'Adjustment isn't easy,' said the doctor. 'For you or for Sal.' 'I know,' said Pat.'Its just...' 'Just what, honey?' asked Dr Saunders. 'Just, just everything,' Pat said, looking helplessly at the woman in the neat white coat sitting confidently opposite him. 'It's a big change, Pat,' the doctor said. 'You're not the only one going through it. The changes in business and politics, the new female workforce. The female breadwinners. You've handled it very well, Pat. Sal and I are proud of you, and you should be proud of yourself.' 'I know,' said Pat. 'But some things...' 'Pat,' said the doctor kindly. 'I know you've had difficulty accepting some of the changes. All men have. For you, Sal's in charge now. That won't change. But your relationship will change and grow.' 'I know,' said Pat. Dr Saunders sounded like one of the endless lifestyle ads aimed at women and their partners - 'Change and grow.' 'At night...' said Pat. 'Honey, we've talked about that,' said the doctor. 'I've talked to Sal too. Lots of couples deal with it. Sal said you'd got used to them.' 'I have,' said Pat. 'It's not that, it's, well...' 'You can tell me,' Dr Saunders said encouragingly. 'Well, it was Sal's birthday, and I wanted to feel, you know, a bit like how it was, how it used to be, and I took off my, erm, diaper when Sal was asleep,' said Pat. 'I was going to go to the bathroom, but I fell asleep and then, you know, I wet the bed. I just wanted to feel, you know, like Sal, a bit...' ''You mean grown up, honey,' said the doctor gently. Pat swallowed hard. Dr Saunders had mentioned the 'grown up' words. Pat nodded, glancing at the doctor then looking back at the floor. Sal had been diapering him at night for a month now, but it still hurt to tell an adult he wet the bed. 'And Sal was cross,' said the doctor. 'I've spoken to her about that.' 'Yes, but she, she spanked me, Dr Saunders,' said Pat, his eyes watering as he stared at the floor. The doctor looked steadily at Pat. 'Well, do you think you deserved it?' asked the doctor. 'It was very naughty of you to take off your diaper like that.' Pat looked up, shocked. Sal had spanked him. His wife. He didn't expect Dr Saunders to be on Sal's side. 'Pat,' she said. 'This is all about adjustment.' To be continued.

“Has anyone given you a placement test yet?” Nerissa asked as she led the girl past the receiving desk. "Oh, um... no. I didn't know there was one?" Shannon said. She felt horribly dwarfed around the woman, especially with her this close. Shannon had been on earth until a few days ago, and she wasn’t sure if she still was on earth. Everything around her looked and seemed the same in terms of scenery, technology, language and human beings… BUT there was a glaring amount of cultural differences, mostly centered around people who were tall, the Amazons, and people who were not, like her - the littles. Shannon was 5 foot 6 inches tall a few days ago, and since coming ‘here’ she’d either shrunk or found out that her height was far down the low scale as whatever height she was now, Nerissa was 4 feet taller than her. There were lots of Amazons around, and more so then there were people her height. "No worries hun, just a mix up then. Come along with me and we'll get this all straightened out." It was Shannon’s first visit to the ‘wanderer home’. It was something she’d heard of that helped lost people who didn’t seem to be from this world. One scary thing she’d found since arriving was that the other’s her size seemed to blur the lines between children and adults. Leading the smaller girl into one of the back rooms of the group home, Nerissa indicated where some of the guest rooms were, as well as the bathroom and the kitchen, and finally, the classroom. There was a certain amount of acclimation that new arrivals to this world would need to do. The only problem was that the classroom was not encouraging. There were colorful desks arranged in lines, posters with educational values on the wall… and oddly, at the front of the class was a plastic child's potty, and to its side, a wooden stand with bottle. Shannon looked a bit confused, but otherwise remained silent--wanting to make a good impression. She’s spent the night before sleeping on a park bench. She didn’t want to mess this up. "...So um, do I just take a seat at one of the desks?" Nerissa shook her head no, having the girl stand at the front for a moment. She leaned against one of the desks and crossed her arms. "We came up with this test back when the wanderer home got popular. It’s a home for visitors, and not residents. Does that make sense?” “Um.. I guess, you mean it’s a place for those who aren’t native?” “Exactly, and I’m not sure if you’ve seen the boys and girls who look about your height, but there’s a lot of them who have a problem growing up.” Shannon gulped and nodded. She’d seen one or two at the park. They looked like big toddlers with their much taller parents treating them as such. “I’ve seen them, and I’m not like that.” Nerissa nodded. “Good, but that’s what the test will determine. In the past we’ve had a few runaways try to stay here and pretend they were from somewhere else. This test will help determine one very important factor.” “What’s that?” “Are you a big girl?" “Umm… do you mean like, physically or maturity? Because I’m not really as tall as you .. er.. obviously, but I’m an adult. I mean, I’m nearly 23, which is adult for where I’m from.” Nerissa nodded at the girl. “Allow me to rephrase, I forget to explain things to new girls at times. Are you a big girl, as in, are you potty trained?” That made Shannon blink. "Y-Yeah! I have been for years?" Shannon said, looking a little confused at what was a silly question to even bother asking. It made her think about the young adults she’d seen dressed strangely in the park. Were they potty trained? She got a little more nervous as being at the front of the room was... even though it was empty, it was stressful. Nerissa just grinned. Littles were so wonderfully naïve. "Good, now if you would be so kind, follow me over here, we're going to have a retention test to determine your maturity," Nerissa said motioning toward the wooden stand. Shannon nods. "...um, retention test...?" regardless, the girl followed, looking the stand over. It’d been in the room the whole time, but she just didn’t really know what it was for. "Mhmm... this stand right here is a piece of medical equipment. It's designed too... clean... things. In a moment we're going to hook it up to you and it’s going to feel like you need to go to the bathroom. The test of a big girl is going to be showing me that you can hold it. Can you wait 10 whole minutes without having an accident? It should be very easy for any BIG girl." "...um..." That one took her a few seconds to decide on. "...Yeah, sounds easy!" She didn't sound so sure, now, but she did want to prove that she wasn’t a big girl. "Good, let’s get the test started then," she said, going to the stand and starting to prep it a little bit. She took the bottle off the top, filling it with a solution from a sink in the corner. "I'll need you to pull down your panties, and please lift up the back of your skirt a little." Shannon hesitated for a few seconds. "W..why?” she asked. “Because this is how you prove you’re a big girl. Do I have to help you do it?” the woman said a little impatiently. “No, I can do it." She said a bit nervously. It felt kind of like a parent was talking to her as she slid the panties around her ankles, setting her skirt up a little. She looked around the classroom. It was empty and the wanderer home was mostly quiet. Still it was embarrassing to be in a classroom like this with her butt on display. "This is going to feel a little odd hun, just relax and it we'll start the test shortly," Nerissa said as she replaced the bottle on top of the stand and took out a long hose connecting to it. At the end of the hose was a bulb. “Do you know what an enema is?” Shannon gulped. She had a general idea. She knew you took water up…inside… you. “Is this the only way? I mean, is there some other test?” “You’ll be fine hun. This is a common medical procedure.” Nerissa just put a calming hand on Shannon's shoulder before starting to tease the tip of the hose in between her cheeks to poke at her pucker. Shannon tensed up her shoulders. Instinctively, at first, her body seemed to reject the intruder, tensing up to try to disallow it. "It’s… uncomfortable... w--wouldn't it be easier to just wait until I need to go...?" Nerissa shook her head. "I couldn't be sure you were telling the truth in that case. This way, I know for sure you'll need to go potty and we can properly assess you, " she said pressing a little more firmly until the bulb started to press in. "There, it’s in hun. Now as I said, this will feel a little weird. I've got a full bottle. And it’s just warm water. Relax and we'll be ready for the test in under two minutes," she said as she slowly opened the valve, and a rush of warm water went down the hose. Shannon tensed up as the water rushed in. The feeling was unlike anything she’d ever felt. While the amazon had told her it was a medical procedure, and she’d heard it was before coming her, this was the last thing she’d thought she’d be doing today, and if it wasn’t for lack of place to stay, she would never have allowed this. "How much more...?" she asked with a groan. Shannon was starting to feel very full. Nerissa tapped the bottle as it emptied the last of the way out. "That.... should just about do it," she said. She put her hand back on the girl's shoulder and started to gently remove the hose. "Now the test begins as soon as you have your panties back up and you take a seat on that plastic potty. Ten minutes, and if you're panties are still completely clean we pronounce you a big girl and you get to stay upstairs on the top floor." Shannon nodded, rushing to get her panties up--stopping halfway down, however, hugging at her belly. She went a bit slower, trying not to strain herself, hobbling over to the potty. Taking her seat, her eyes shot to the clock. Determined as she was, part of her KNEW she couldn't make all ten minutes. She’d never felt such an intense need to go before. Nerissa pulled a pocket watch out and started the timer with a click. "All right, 10 minutes hun. Show me you're a big girl," she said as she took a seat on one of the smaller sized desks. After a minute or two, Shannon reached down and latched her hands on the potty, tensing up. She let out a small, distressed whine. "H--how many people pass this?" Nerissa smiled and artfully redirected the question. "All BIG GIRLS have passed it," she said honestly. "Only babies fail it." Shannon nodded, trying to use the sentence as motivation, but it didn’t take long though. After another minute, and not long before the halfway mark, Shannon let something slip--just a tiny bit of water. It dripped noisily into the potty. Nerissa stopped looking at her watch when she heard it. "Hun... did you just do what I think you did?" she asked, a slight smile curling at the side of her mouth. "Speak up, tell me what just happened?" “I…” Trying with everything she could, the dripping only got louder as more leaked out. “I’m trying… I just…” All of a sudden it was everything at once. At first it was just water, soaking through her panties and going into the potty, but then it was much more then water as everything in her piled up in her panties. Shannon sat with one of her arms curled around her stomach, and another around her mouth, stifling a small gasped "Noooooo." “Shannon?” Nerissa persisted, but it was obvious what had just happened. Shannon whimpered out a small "I couldn’t..." squirming on the seat. "Ew, ew, ew..." "You failed,” Nerissa sighed. “And you know what that tells me? Do you know what type of people can't even pass a simple test?" she asked as she walked toward a shelf at the side of the room, getting some wipes. Shannon hung her head. "b--but I haven't had an accident in years! And I’ve never had an enema before!" Nerissa came back with a box of wipes, taking the little by the shoulder and having her put her hands out on the ground in front of her, positioning her at a crouch over the potty. Her ruined pantied bottom pointed out. The amazon pulled down the panties and started trying to clean her up with wipes. "Haven't had an accident in years until you took the placement test? Are you saying you intentionally failed then? You wanted to prove to me you’re nothing but a baby?" "N--no, it was an accident! This is a crazy test! You have to believe me!" Shannon said, put off guard by the treatment. She whimpered at being cleaned. "Well... if you swear it was a onetime thing, I'll make a deal with you. Because you had an accident in our classroom, and failed your placement test, I'm going to put you back in diapers. You're certainly not going to be the only little around here in diapers. From now on though, when you have to go to the bathroom, I want you to come find me or any of the other adults here and we'll help you get out of the diaper to go potty... We'll keep that up for a week. That should be enough proof I think... but if I find out you have more accidents. Well, you may find yourself in diapers quite a bit longer." Shannon didn't need diapers, but what argument could she make in a new place. Especially dirty panties around her ankles... "Alright..." Nerissa finished cleaning the little in the somewhat compromising position, leaving the wipes and the ruined panties in the plastic potty on the floor. She took Shannon by the hand and led her toward the changing table at the back of the room. "Consider yourself on probation hun. I know this is a new place, and I know you’re nervous, but don't think you can get away with more than a few accidents before everyone here will know just what you are," she says stopping short of the table. She gave the padded surface a pat. "I--Well, good! That was the last one!" Any attempts of hers to seem confident were complete failures; she was just whining now. She crawled up, laying out on the padding. "...Um! Since I'm just on probation, can it be a thin one?" "Sure hun, just remember, prove to me it was a onetime only accident," Nerissa said, bringing out the thinner diaper. It was a disposable, the same kind you could get at convenience stores. She got a bottle of powder to go with it. Without warning, she took the girl by the ankles like she really wasn't anything more than a baby and pulled her bottom up off the table, sliding the unfolded diaper under her before setting her back down and starting to powder her. Shannon fidgeted a bit, not used to the sensations. "Well, yeah! Just--long 's you don't give me another enema I *know* I'll be okay! I'm not a baby..." "Of course not hun, and this diaper is just to keep you protected in case that test wasn't a fluke," she said as she finished taping it up. She gave the now diapered little a pat on the front of her diaper before helping her off the table. She tried to hold back a giggle, as the girl's skirt didn't seem to come down far enough to hide what she was wearing. This was how all littles needed to be really. Diapered toddlers. "Remember, tell an adult when you need to go potty. Okay?" "Why can't I just take it off myself?" Shannon whined, taking her first few steps in the diaper. Each one had an awkward waddle to it as her legs were pushed apart. "I need a dress or something to cover this, too..." she continued to march around the room, trying to get used to the rustly plastic. It never quite worked though--every step was as infantile as the last. "You need an adult so that they can make sure that your diaper's clean. I'm sorry to say that after failing that test you need to earn our trust," she said, covering her mouth with her hand to hide the bemused expression on her face as she watched the girl toddle about the room. She had no doubt, with a little help from a special teacher like herself, she'd get this girl to need diapers for a rather long time. "...Alright! No problem! That's just a few seconds extra--and I'm not a baby so I can wait it!" She was clearly determined to prove herself. Shannon was about the most plucky wanderer that Nerissa had ever seen. Usually girls screamed their heads off. Stopping after a waddled lap around the room, Shannon poked at her diaper. "...this is a *thin* one...? What are the thick ones like?" "Hopefully you'll never need to find out. Those are for heavy night time bedwetters and littles who are such babies that there's really no hope in potty training them," she said. Shannon gulped. --------- "Hi hun, do you need to potty?" Shannon jumped, spinning around. "Um--yeah, I was planning on heading back to the home in a bit! But since you're here, um, yeah I need to go!" Nerissa lifted up the back of Shannon's skirt, checking her just like a toddler. "Let me check your pants hun, and then we'll head to the potty." "But..." Shannon rolled her eyes. She was bone dry. But this sort of thing had happened a few times since she started staying at the home. Heck, it was just about standard for the world at large and people her size. The Amazon smiled and gave Shannon's crinkle bottom a pat. "C'mon then, let’s get the big girl to the potty," she said taking Shannon's hand and leading her back toward town, waddling and stumbling a little at the taller womans longer gate. It was almost too easy as Nerissa took a particular path back toward town, making sure to bring the two of them just past an area of construction. It was almost Halloween and a local haunted house liked to set up every year in a storefront. They’d barely rounded the corner before an Amazon in a monster suit made a silly ‘RAWR’ jumping at the two of them. Nine feet of monster when you’re just over five is terrifying. The little stumbled back and fell on her padded bottom, promptly soaking her diaper. After the initial shock, and hearing Nerissa chastise the costumed monster, Shannon tugged her skirt down, her heart pounding. “Its not Halloween yet! You shouldn’t be doing that!” the Amazon teased the performer. She got a flyer in response before looking back in surprise at Shannon. “Oh, you okay hun?” she asked bending down and offering a hand to help her up. She nodded. Shannon just had to make it back and rush to the bathroom... and Narissa would never even know. Standing up, she put on the most confident face she could muster with a soaked diaper around her waist. “Well we’re almost back, come on hun,” Narissa said turning back around and already able to see the yellow tinge under the girl's skirt. She didn't say anything, instead offering her hand. "You're safe, it was just a guy in a costume, c'mon the home's not far now," she said leading Shannon back by the hand once more. As she got on the same street, there were a few giggles from the other Amazons as they spied a little in diapers. Given her ‘adult’ clothing it was still obvious she was ‘new’ to the area. Shannon was bright red long before they got back to home. At some of the giggles she realized what the problem could be and when the Amazon was turned, she hastilly tried to tug up the diaper, and push her skirt down. Anything to avoid detection for the few seconds she might need! Nerissa led Shannon into home and went back toward the classroom, stopping before the pink plastic potty. "All right hun, do you need some help getting the diaper off?" she asked, looking quite ready to lean down and help the little get seated to do her business. Like this was some second test or something. Shannon shook her head, pushing the skirt down a little. "Why are we here? Why can’t I just go to the regular bathroom? It’s not that big of a deal. " She was obviously hiding something. "...u--um, would it be okay if you left for a moment? I don't know if I can do it with you watching..." "Hun... are you trying to hide something?" Narissa asked at the very obvious way the girl was pulling down her skirt. "I know you’re a big girl and of course you wouldn't have any accidents, but you do seem to be acting a little strange." Shannon shook her head. "You already checked me once! Nuh uh!" Nerissa leaned down and swept Shannon's hands away, pulling up the front of her skirt almost to her chest, and leaving the girl looking rather foolish as she stood there in an obvious soaked diaper. Nerissa let out a 'tsk' and shook her head, obviously looking very disappointed in Shannon. "Why did you have to tell a fib Shannon?" "W-well--I dunno! It was--I had it up until that stupid monster at the end! And--I'm not a baby, I don't wanna go back to diapers!" She let out a small whine, stomping one foot down. Reaching down, Nerissa gave the front of Shannon's diapers a few pats, making sure she could feel that she was indeed in a diaper, and that it was wet. "Aww hun, so you were scared? That's all it was? I believe you, besides, you said you've never had an accident... aside from just now and earlier at your test," she said, ticking the two incidents off on her fingers. She undid the tapes on the girl's diaper and removed it, leaving her wet lower half exposed as she gently put a hand on the girl's shoulder and had her sit down on the child's potty. "Go ahead and see if you still need to go, we'll get you back securely into a diaper after." Shannon nodded, trying to go... but she had nothing. "...this--um, this won't count against me, right? Since it was just a fear-thing... which hasn't happened in years either by the way!" "We'll use a three strikes rule to make it fair... does that work? I know you said it'd never happen, and sometimes we do just get scared, but there's only so much I can believe... so that's strike one hun. If I find or hear about you wetting two more diapers... then I'm going to extend this whole thing another week. That's another week of diapers. ... If I find out you've messed in a diaper... that's going to be three strikes automatically. " Shannon bowed her head, then nodded. "Well--I definitely won't mess! Or wet! Promise..." Nerissa nodded and helped the girl up, shaking her head but not commenting on the empty training potty. She led the girl toward the back of the classroom once more, helping her up on the changing table. She got out another thin diaper and lifted the little by her ankles once more, getting a wipe and cleaning her thoroughly like the toddler she'd been acting like. She put the diaper under her next, getting out powder and liberally applying it before taping it up once more. "There, dry again," she smiled, grinning at the little who now smelled a bit like a baby. Shannon nodded, hopping off the table with a smile. At least she was out of that wet diaper... for good, she was SURE of it. She wouldn't embarrass herself again--either in front of this nice caretaker, or in front of the city full of people. "...Um do you have any drinks? All the walking made me a bit thirsty..." "You a fan of milk? I have some in my room in the back. I got it fresh this morning," she said motioning toward the office door in the corner of the room. "Yeah, I love milk!" Shannon followed, bouncing and crinkling with every step. "Um, thank you! ...sorry about all this... accident stuff..." "No trouble at all hun, that's what the class is for. And as you said, not going to happen again right? So there's nothing to worry about," she said leading the way to her office which had a small desk and two chairs. Behind her desk she had a mini-fridge where she pulled out a metal pitcher filled nearly to the brim with a rather thick milk. "Fresh, and cool," she said, reaching to a drawer on her desk and pulling out a double handled sippy cup. She poured the cool milk into it and capped it back up. "Sorry, I’m not sharing my own mug," she said pushing the cup toward Shannon. Shannon looked at the cup for a moment, frowning. There was something about this world. Childish things didn’t seem THAT bad… and hearing someone that much bigger then you tell you something, you were just inclined to listen. Shannon snatched up the cup quickly, rushing out a small "Thank you" before drinking the stuff. "...Wow, this is really good!" she giggled. It didn’t taste like any milk she’d had before. "Glad you liked it," she grinned. --------- "...So, um, what are the uh guests on the top floor like?" Shannon asked with a yawn. "Intelligent and energetic girls, most of them are littles like you," Nerissa said, smiling. The tall amazon was in the midst of the common room, a diaper bag on her shoulder, helping a few other littles who had less than perfect potty training. Shannon had been spending more and more time at the home, but as she spent time on the ground floor, she’d been curious about the upper floor and some of the girls she’d been told were there. People who had passed the test she’d failed. She’d never actually met one herself. It was already a few days since her arrival and some of the strange things in the home were starting to seem pretty casual. She’d only had one more strike since making the deal with Nerissa. It’d happened after lunch a lunch of milk and sandwiches the other day. It took her by surprise, but other than a warning of not to let it happen again, Shannon had just been changed and sent on her way. It was comforting to know she wasn’t the only little with potty problems. When Nerissa had finished attending the other little, she came over to get Shannon, scooping her up. Shannon, being tired, was content resting her head against Nerissa's arm. She even dozed off, ever-so-briefly, breathing out a light high pitched sigh for a second before snapping back to the waking world. Shannon had been given her own guest room on the ground floor and recognizing someone was in need of bedtime, Nerissa had brought her to her room. She set Shannon down just before her bed, making sure she was awake enough to know she was home. The little yawned again, but then her stomach growled angrily at her. "I missed dinner," she said sheepishly. Shannon was still allowed to wander around close to the home and she didn’t have her own money so she depended on the home for most things. Nerissa smiled and nodded. She came around to the other side of the bed and sat down, laying her back against the pillows and motioned for Shannon to come sit next to her as she reached into the diaper bag for something. Sitting next to her, and squirming over to look inside the bag, a natural curiosity overtook Shannon. Nerissa pulled out a baby bottle, one that was more sized for an Amazon baby, and was rather large for someone the size of a Little. It was filled with a heavy milk, the same actually she'd had at lunch the other day and in the sippy cup before that. She smiled and held it up, motioning warmly for Shannon to rest against her, "It'll help you relax hun, you seem stressed." "...Um... do I have to drink out of the bottle...? I'm trying to *not* be a baby! I mean, I know it'd help... but..." Nerissa tried to do her best to seem warm and comforting and like there was nothing odd about this at all. The world tended to help these girls act more appropriately to what they really were and it was hard for Shannon to object. Nerissa kindly put her hand on Shannon's shoulder, pulling her in so that the diapered Little was resting with her head on the amazon’s chest, and she softly, but firmly pressed the nipple between her lips, silencing her protests. "Just relax hun, you've had a very trying week." Shannon whimpered, but as she was in the position and her tummy was grumbling she nodded slowly, sucking on the nipple. After the first drop, there was no way the Little was going to move an inch. The milk was so delicious, so thick, and... a little sleep inducing. But of course, she made sure to finish the bottle, filling herself up with the creamy goodness. When she finally did finish, she turned her head slightly, resting against the Amazon's chest. "Thank you..." she murmured, nearly asleep from the milk. Nerissa smiled as the girl turned her head, being sure to give her back a few firm pats. She had a very full tummy of milk, and Nerissa already knew exactly what that'd do to her. She kept patting her back leaning in to whisper, "It’s okay hun, get some sleep, I'll be back in the morning to check on you," she said. Shannon nodded, letting out a small burp before dozing off in the woman's arms. After all of the adventure of winding up in this new world, all of the stress, and the belly full of milk, she’d sleep through just about anything. Nerissa slowly eased Shannon off of her. She tried her best to make the sleeping girl comfortable, propping her on pillows, pulling the covers up. She also couldn't help taking the girl's hand, and gently bringing the thumb up to push in her mouth. Nerissa smiled, Shannon was quickly moving along with the program. She grinned to herself, taking the bag, and leaving the room quietly. By morning, Shannon was still sleeping like a baby in complete bliss. She was still sucking on her thumb and hadn't moved an inch since last night. Nerissa was there first thing in the morning to let herself in. She had the same bag from the night before on her shoulder, but it was a bit fuller with a few different things this time. She smiled seeing the girl still sleeping and sucking her thumb, she came around to the side of the bed, easing the blankets off of her and discreetly checking her diaper, trying her best not to wake her. Shannon slept through the check--it seemed like it would take a lot to wake her from this state. The diaper was, of course, soaked. Her thin diaper had barely managed to take it all and she’d leaked a little on the bed. Smirking, the Amazon just started prepping things. The milk had apparently worked its magic, the little not even waking as she wet herself like in an infant in her sleep. Nerissa took a seat on the bed next to Shannon, not bothering to change her yet and leaving the blanket off of her. "Shannon, wake up hun," she said giving the girl a good shake on her shoulder. Shannon slowed to waking, turning up to look at Nerissa. "Mmmorning..." she murmured. She first noticed her thumb, still in her mouth, and instantly retracted it, blushing. "Um, I don't usually suck my--" She fidgeted in her embarrassment, causing her to feel something quite foreign. Another fidget confirmed her fear. "I--" she couldn't come up with any excuse, like she always had before. Either to convince Nerissa, or herself... So she simply started to tear up. "Strike three hun," she said softly. “Remember what I said?” She gave the soaked diaper a pat, as if confirming what the girl could feel. She reached into the bag on her shoulder and took out a pacifier, unceremoniously pressing it into the girl's mouth. "It's okay, I'm not mad... I kind of suspected from the beginning," she said, taking out powder, wipes, and one of the very thick disposables from the bag. The disposable had very childish prints on the front and unlike the thin diapers with two tapes that looked more medical. These were baby diapers, one tape on each side, thick able to keep a baby dry. Shannon shook her head, murmuring a quiet "MmMm! MmMm!" from behind the pacifier, a very childish "no, no". But... how could she argue it? She was *sitting* in a wet diaper. And she wanted to get out of it, even if it meant getting into the childish diaper. Shannon laid out, turning her head to the side, whimpering a little. Nerissa stood up and began her task of changing Shannon. She got out a changing mat and placed it on the bed, pulling Shannon by the ankles and resting it under her. She untapped the wet diaper and began wiping her. The amazon took and unfolded the thick disposable, sliding it under the girl. She took out baby oil and rash cream first, starting to work it into the girl's privates. The time it took to clean her up made Shannon feel... well, babyish. She didn’t think she could have changed herself for one, and for two, it made her feel kind of gross, knowing that Nerissa had wipe pee off of her. Nerissa followed up the rash cream with a healthy dossage of baby powder, this time not just centering it to her diaper area, but on her tummy and thighs as well. This Little was going to smell like a baby. She taped the diaper snuggly in place, it was thick enough that it forced Shannon's legs slightly apart. "There, dry and clean," she said offering a hand to help the sobbing girl sit up. Nerissa put the used diaper in the trash and came back to the bed to sit down opposite Shannon, holding her arms out for a hug. "It's okay hun, it’s not a big deal," she repeated sweetly. Shannon hugged her, trying to believe her... for her own sake, really. What she had been so sure of before, now seemed like an insurmountable obstacle looming on the horizon. Nerissa giggled with the girl and reached over, taking the pacifier and trying to keep her distracted as she reached into the bag and pulled out another full baby bottle. She was gentle, but still firm and insistent as she pressed it into Shannon's mouth, moving her from hugging to resting against her chest again. She smiled, somewhat smugly now. Shannon snuggled tightly against Nerissa, drinking the bottle hungrily. She noticed that rather than get tired of the bottles, she was liking each one more and more and more. Her thoughts eased off of the wet night she had made minutes before, instead easing to a relatively new, infantile bliss. Nerissa watched Shannon settle into a steady drinking rhythm. She smiled, patting the little on her diapered bottom. "Its okay hun," she said in a steady, relaxing voice. "Just relax, we both know what you are, you're just a baby, and that's perfectly okay. After you finish your breakfast bottle, we'll get you dressed and bring you to the nursery of the home. Shannon shook her head when Nerissa mentioned that she was a baby, but wound up relaxing back down, and nodded through the rest of the conversation. Nerissa smiled as the bottle emptied, and once again, she holds Shannon close to start patting her back. As soon as she'd recovered from the wooziness of having a full bottle, she'd get the girl dressed in something rather juvenile and help her toddle off to the nursery section of home. --------- It was another day or two later before Nerissa decided to come check on her pet project. Shannon had been coming along rather nicely, the cute little accepting that diapers were something she may need to wear for a while. She grinned just thinking about the small 20-something girl waddling around in them. Shannon was in the nursery part of the home most of the time now. She was playing alone when Nerissa arrived, and as she set her eyes on Nerissa, rather her typical reaction, she jumped up, scowling angrily. "Nerissa!" Nerissa smiled warmly. "Hi hun, you settling in well here?" Shannon nodded on instinct. "Well--yes--but-- I was talking to some of the other kids today, and *none* of them passed the test! I don't think it’s possible!" She couldn’t really hold up the ruse forever, might as well give a grain of truth on it. "I remember when you asked hun. You asked me and I specifically said 'only big girls pass the test,' which is true. And all the girls you asked... were they diapered like you?" "Well, yeah, but... how many big girls *are* there? Because someone said there aren't any, only mommies and caretakers!" Nerissa shook her head, laughing good naturedly. She reached into the bag on her shoulder and pulled out a pacifier. "Just who haaaaave you been listening too?" she asked as she pressed the pacifier between the Little's lips. "I bet you’re just cranky because you need a change," she said with another warm smile, bringing her hand to lift the girl's juvenile dress and check her thick diaper. Nerissa was spot on--though it certainly wasn't as bad as she expected. Just damp, not even squishy to the touch. Shannon shook her head a few times, blushing, but didn't remove the pacifier to continue arguing, instead sucking on it and shooting the Amazon a glare. Nerissa gave her diaper a few pats. "Seems all right hun, I think you can stand to wait for a change," she smiled. "Come on, I bet I know what will calm you down," she added, nodding toward a rocking chair in the corner of the nursery. Shannon let out a small whine, bringing her hand up to the pacifier. "...’tay, but... take me to see the potty-trained kids soon! I mean it!" Nerissa just nodded absently, not really planing to do any such thing. She took a seat in the rocking chair, lifting up Shannon to sit on her lap. She cuddled her close, holding her head to her chest and bouncing her a little on her legs. Then reaching down, she pulled up another full baby bottle of milk from her bag. "Now just relax hun, I know how much you like your milk." Shannon nodded, but eyed the bottle with noticeable suspicion. For a second, it even looked like she would reject it... but with the milk being as addictive as it was, she caved, opening her mouth wide. Nerissa smiled as she pressed the nipple into Shannon's mouth, tilting her back to let her drink it all up. She rocked the chair and hummed softly, grinning as she gave the girl's diaper a bit of a pat. Shannon squirmed, disliking any focus on the diaper, or its slightly wet state. She may have accepted it, but she didn't embrace or enjoy it. Her mind shifted off everything else though, focusing on how *wonderful* the milk tasted... Nerissa let the girl drink it, she had a plan today, and she'd need the girl in her semi-haze after the full bottle of milk to put it into action. Shannon drank the bottle, almost mindlessly, gulping the entire thing down as quickly as she could. She didn't seem to notice, but Nerissa felt the diaper grow warmer and soggier. It often seemed to happen when the girl was drinking her milk now. Nerissa grinned as Shannon was almost finished with the bottle. She looked around and was happy to see that the Nursery was mostly clear now, and so with the cute Little so focused on nursing, she decided to help her come around to the idea of liking diapers a bit more. She began to rub at the front of the soggy diaper, gently, and tracing her hand around to the back, giving a few soft pats. Shannon let go of the nipple briefly, letting out a small whine. "N--nerissa, what are you--nnh..." she hastily finished the bottle, sucking harder whenever the Amazon rubbed her. Nerissa alternated rubbing the front and giving soft pats to the back. She was counting on the general sleepiness of a full tummy of milk that Shannon wouldn't wholly understand what was going on. She just coo'd softly. "It's okay hun, relax, you like your diapers, they feel good don't they?" she asked with another soggy rub. Shannon moaned softly. She wanted to say no, she hated diapers, but it was starting to feel really good. "...y--yeah... " she set her hands down, on Nerissa's legs, and started to softly squeeze. The Little was breathing out horny little sighs and gasps on every single breath. It felt so wonderful... the squishy padding pressing against her, the soft patting at her bottom... the way the diaper swaddled and cushioned everything... she squeezed tighter with her hands, focusing everything she had on how wonderful her diapers were. Nerissa kept at it, leaning down to whisper in an ear. "That's right, diapers can feel really nice when you relax..." she said with a particularly firm pat to her bottom. "Its okay when you’re tired and when you've got a nice full tummy to just be a baby and enjoy your diapers," she said. Part of Shannon wanted to whine and complain about being called a baby--but that part was shoved back, and her focus forced back on how right Nerissa was. It was always easy to listen to Nerissa and what she told her. She gave a small nod, whining on her next breath. Nerissa grinned and whispered just a little more. "It’s okay baby," she repeated, almost like a mantra. "It’s okay to feel good in your diapers. It’s almost nap time for you... go ahead and let go, let everything go in your diaper," she said with another soggy rub to the front, and pat on her bottom. "Show me you need your diapers," she said in the softest whisper. For a brief second, Shannon shook her head, trying to shrug off the attempted suggestion. But by the time Nerissa reached "Let everything go", Shannon felt something in herself, forcing out. She hadn't realized how far she'd gotten into all of this... part of her tried to resist, to hold it in. But like so much else, she was powerless to do so. As Nerissa finished "show me you need your diapers", Shannon's back arched, and she obeyed Nerissa's order. And she, however slightly or subconsciously, accepted Nerissa's suggestion, melting into a pleasure that she /knew/ could only have been caused by her wonderful diapers. Nerissa smirked as she felt the Little start to shiver and whimper, cumming cutely and adding to the wetness there. And as the Little arched her back, she felt the suggestion take hold, if only for her semi-concious state, and could feel the girl shudder as she gave in to do something really babyish, messing her diaper. Nerissa started to hum the lullaby again, nuzzling the Little as she continued to shake and convulse a bit. "Such a good baby," she said, watching her use her diaper as instructed. She knew this wasn't the end, but this little was coming along nicely. Shannon settled back, shell-shocked from the whole experience. It felt unreal, dreamlike... and part of her wanted to fall asleep right here. "...Did I just poo poo...?" she murmured, confused. She may have been back in diapers, but a full-fledged messy accident? That was the worst she’d had yet. Nerissa was all coo's and tenderness. "Aww it’s okay hun, that’s why you’re in diapers. We'll get you cleaned up and then ready for a nap in no time." Nerissa didn't seem to act like anything was wrong. Where Shannon's previous accidents, she'd tried to console the Little, this time, Nerissa just gave Shannon's diaper a few good pats, and as she got up, carried Shannon on her hip. "Come on hun, we'll get you changed out of that poopy diaper and put you down for a nap. You’re usually pretty sleepy after your bottle, huh?" she asked. Shannon nodded, squirming slightly as the woman carried her. "...yeah..." she sighed, in a daze from what had just happened. "...I didn't feel it coming at all... I usually do, kinda... I just can't make it..." Nerissa nodded smiling as she took Shannon toward the changing table in the nursery. "I know, it’s tough to know when you need to go hun, that's why you're in diapers. Accidents happen," she said, going about the process she had quite a few times before with Shannon, changing and cleaning the Little before putting another thick diaper on. She took out a pacifier and put it to Shannon's lips. Shannon nodded, seeming to accept that fact for the moment. She certainly didn't have the energy to fight it, if she did want to, so she sucked away at the pacifier, nearly dozing off right on the changing table. Nerissa changed Shannon into a fresh diaper and seeing how she was falling asleep, she quietly and gently changed her into a one piece footed sleeper as well. The bottom was bulging noticeably with her diapers and it just made her all the cuter. Instead of her usual bed, Nerissa carried her to a crib in the next room. Pacifier in mouth, adorably clothed, she looked like a baby. It was another solid hour before Nerissa came in checking on the cute little. With gentle hands, she scooped up the baby, bringing her back to the changing table and removing her sleeper. She slipped on the juvenile clothes she'd been wearing earlier, and left the pacifier in. Shannon had managed to wet a bit more in her sleep, but she wasn't soaked, so Nerissa didn't change her. Then, almost as good as earlier, Nerissa, put the sleeping Shannon back in the playroom, leaving her propped against some stuffed animals. When she woke... it'd be a bit different then earlier. Had earlier even happened? Nerissa left quietly, being sure to just let the girl discover what she will on her own. Part of having these wanderers in the home was playing a little with their heads. Usually they were already susceptible to things they normally wouldn’t be… the world it made it so. But it was especially effective if you left them believe they’d dreamed up an incident where-in they enjoyed diapers. Shannon eased out of her sleep, looking around the room in confusion. Her initial reaction was that her experience with Nerissa was undoubtedly real--just like anyone who has a dream. But after a moment, she immediately recognized that the pieces didn't quite fit. She was in the same outfit, and in a totally different spot, for starters. Two, she was as clean as could be. She kind of remembered being changed... and she couldn’t believe she would have messed, but… maybe she had? Pressing a hand to her diaper, she was just as wet as before that whole thing... she sat up, sucking idly on the pacifier. What an odd afternoon. --------- As the days went on, things were mostly normal for Shannon... or really as normal as they had become. She was diapered full time, she made friends with the other Little's of the home, even if most of them were in diapers themselves and no one seemed to question or bat an eye that she was too. The rest of town kind of ignored them, usually only giggling when they saw them around. As small as they were though, things did change. Shannon hardly noticed them. One day, while back in the park, once again searching for the place that had brought her into this world, her thumb found its way to her mouth. She didn't even realize it was there, and at the same time, she began to wet her diaper, not knowing she was doing it. Nightly she'd wake up in the morning needing a change as well. There were a few successes mixed in, she found some of the other adults and told them she needed to go poo poo, phrasing it as a child would and was successful in doing that, one time even with Nerissa, who smiled, and praised her, and gave her a nice bottle of milk as a reward. ... but the successes stopped the next morning after that. Right at the breakfast table with everyone else around, Shannon felt an odd sensation in her rear, and before she knew what had happened, she was messing her diaper. Shannon froze mid-bite, moving a hand behind herself to pat at the diaper in disbelief. In the mornings she often just came to breakfast in a t-shirt and diaper and although no one seemed to mind her accidents, and she had started to care less and less each time. But this… doing it without warning, right at the breakfast table? She hadn’t even felt the need, just suddenly there was a warm mass pushing out of her. She slid out of her chair, rushing towards Nerissa's spot. "Um--Nerissa!" she whined, waddling and whining as it squished around. "Nerissa I made poo poo again!" Nerissa smirked, as some of the others at the table giggled. "Turn around hun," she said, in a somewhat admonishing tone. She proceeded to lift up the back of Shannon's night shirt, in front of everyone having breakfast, and pulled the back of her diaper out to check her like a toddler. "You sure did hun..." she said, letting the top gently snap back into place. "It’s okay hun, babies can't help it," she said with a warm smile, the word baby kind of rolling around Shannon's head. "Go back and finish your breakfast, we'll get you changed after." Shannon bowed her head, looking around the table. It was humiliating as could be... but the others were *just* as bad as she was! Most of the time, at least... sticking her tongue out at the other girls giggling at her and she toddled back over to her seat. Sitting down in her chair with a little squish. She continued to eat, her face completely red the rest of the meal. --------- Shannon was wearing a baby pink t-shirt underneath a sunflower yellow pair of shortalls today. It was a lot less embarrassing than the usual onesie she sometimes had on in the nursery. It didn’t even bother her that she never selected her own clothing any more, even if she did have some clear favorites and least favorites in her new wardrobe. "Hey there hun, I had a fun idea for today, you want to go to playground on the north side of the city?" Nerissa asked with a big smile. She was casually kneeling down next to Shannon, reaching a hand to unsnap some of the poppers along the arch of shortalls, to check her diaper. "Um, sure! That actually sounds like a lot of fun!" Her diaper was just a tiny bit damp, and she barely noticed the check, having grown used to them. Nerissa helped Shannon up, redoing the snaps to her overalls. "Well then I'll go pack a bag and we'll be all set, why don't you go find your shoes hun? Those overalls and that adorable shirt should be perfect for a day outdoors." Shannon nodded, poking around for her shoes. Her old tennis-shoes had gone missing one day, and they’d been casually replaced with pink, childish sneakers. Once she found those, she slipped them on and bounced over to the door, bobbing in place as she waited for Nerissa. Nerissa came back with a cloth diaper bag on her shoulder. It was a light pink with baby bunnies on it. The tall Amazon happily took Shannon by the hand and led her toward the front of the home where she'd left a stroller set up. Shannon blushed a little. A stroller? She could walk just fine! Still, she knew that it was probably a long walk... and the diaper made her waddle really badly... and she knew that Nerissa usually knew better than her. Without so much as a word, Nerissa lifted the Little up under the arms and placed her in the seat. It made the Amazon smile, not even an argument. She leaned down to pull a strap snugly up through Shannon's legs, connecting it to one around Shannon's waist, securing her in the baby stroller. She put the diaper bag on the tray under it, and gave Shannon a tickle on the nose. "All right hun, lets head to the park," she said, winking. She couldn't help but smile at how cute Shannon looked. Pink t-shirt, yellow overalls thickly bulging at the waist, obviously diapered. She was the perfect little baby girl, and she’d be ready for adoption soon. As they went, Shannon first started to look at people around her--watching them all go about their day, moving back and forth... it was mesmerizing. But after a few stifled giggles as they saw her, she focused off into the horizon, thinking about whatever came to mind--how good the milk she was fed was, how much fun the park would be... It took a good 10 minutes to walk across town, but it was a nice day out and the journey was pleasant. As nice as it was, Shannon still arrived as red as a beat. Still, it didn't matter, she told herself. She got to have fun at the playground, after all, and the gigglers didn't. And as Nerissa kept reminding the Little, what was wrong with being a baby? Shannon might not have fully believed it, but it was a useful thing to tell herself whenever she heard little snickers and giggles. Nerissa pulled the stroller up to the playground, pausing to unbuckle the strap and help Shannon out of the stroller. She placed the Little in the woodchip area of the slide and swingset, giving her puffy bottom a pat. "I'll be right over there on the bench hun, you have fun with the other kids," she said, leaving the Little who wasn't much bigger then about half a dozen Amazon babies and toddlers. Shannon blushed, bowing her head a little. It was a bit embarrassing to know that everyone else here was perhaps two dozen years younger. Still, she charged in, intent of having that not matter--after all, a slide was a slide, no matter who rode it! Nerissa watched with a warm smile as Shannon played. At first a little shy, and perhaps a bit timid as the other kids weren't entirely sure what to make of her. One Amazon baby girl was overly curious and gave the back of Shannon’s overalls a tug. It shocked Shannon enough that she felt her diaper suddenly warm as she wet it uncontrollably. But things settled down, and not long after, Shannon was having fun, riding down the slide, playing games, and generally toddling around with the other babies. It wasn't till about thirty minutes later, when Shannon was hardly aware of the passage of time that Nerissa got up to fetch her. Shannon could never get really used to a wet diaper. She wildly flipped between having not a single clue or care in the world, to awkwardly standing off to the side, her mind inseparable from the soaked padding. Most of the time, though, she was playing and having fun just like any of the actual babies. When Nerissa finally came to collect her, she didn't want to go. "We're right in the middle of a game of tag, though! Can I *pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase* keep playing?" Nerissa came over, and in front of the other kids, and a few giggling parents, unsnapped some of the poppers on Shannon's overalls, checking her diaper. "Aww hun, you're soaked, you can play tag again in a moment, but first it’s time for a little baby girl to get her diapie changed," she said, taking Shannon by the hand and leading her waddling away from the playground a second. She didn't go far, just back to the stroller to collect her bag and then taking a changing mat out of it. She started to set up the bench as a makeshift changing table. "Up you go," she said lifting Shannon up under the arms. Shannon kicked her legs slightly, blushing and looking at the other kids. Many were two or three, but some were older, and undiapered. Getting teased by people her actual age was one thing, but getting teased by people far younger with seemingly more maturity was another. But once again, Nerissa was right... she was absolutely soaked, so she needed a change. Maybe that's why she was having problems catching people in tag? Nerissa undid the rest of the snaps on Shannon's overalls, pulling them back up to her waist and revealing the wet diaper to the playground. Most of the parents and kids didn't bat an eye, a diaper change was nothing new here. But it was the first very public change for Shannon. Nerissa smiled good naturedly, getting out wipes, powder and some diaper cream as she undid the tapes to Shannon's diapers and pulled it away, lifting her up by the ankles to wipe her down like a baby. It was nice that no one minded... still, Shannon couldn't tear her eyes from the group, watching for anyone who might be staring. She still cooperated of course, helping Nerissa by lifting her legs up. "Um, thank you!" she said courteously, turning her attention back to the group again. Nerissa placed another thick and clean diaper down on the bench and lowered Shannon to it, she took out diaper cream and rubbed it in, before taking the powder and applying it liberally. Shortly after she brought the front up and taped it snugly on. She gave the little’s diaper front a rub. "There we go, all dry," she said, helping stand her up and redoing the snaps to her overalls. She sent the little away with a scoot and pat to her crinkling rump. "Go on and play a bit more hun, it’s a nice day." Shannon nodded, dashing off to the group. When the game of tag finished, she went to the slide, giggling with excitement as her rump slid down the slide over and over. She went down another four times, Shannon obviously enjoying herself and sinking into the reality that playing carefree with the toddlers could be pretty fun. She had lost track of time again until Nerissa came and lifted her up from behind. "All right hun, all that play had to have made you hungry by now," she said, smiling and tapping Shannon's nose. She carried the baby girl back over to the bench, before sitting down, reaching into her diaper bag, she taking out another full bottle. She helped Shannon sit back, craddling her to feed her a bottle. Some of the kids, most of whom younger giggled, as apparently Shannon was really just a 'little baby' even younger than them, as she was being fed like this. Shannon blushed a little, but in the moment, certainly couldn't find herself caring. After all, the milk tasted absolutely amazing and the others didn't have any. It was sweet, made her feel warm and soft inside... it was wonderful, even with the giggles in the background. Nerissa hummed softly, feeding Shannon. She let her nurse, and drain the somewhat large bottle, filling up her tummy with the liquid. After a full 7 or 8 minutes, the bottle was empty, and Nerissa helped Shannon up to her shoulder, giving her firm and gentle pats to her back, causing a few errant bubbles in her tummy to travel up and make the Little burp with a little line of milk hanging out the corner of her mouth. Nerissa cleaned it up gently with a wet cloth and brought the baby girl back to the playground, smiling and letting her play again once more. Although with a tummy full of milk, she was a bit more slow this time, getting a little more tired with the afternoon. Rather than the more active activities, the girl wandered over to the more relaxed ones, like the large tic-tac-toe board that was set up. Being so obviously an adult, she figured she would beat all the kids who tried--but of course, perhaps because of the milk fogging her mind, she wound up losing most of the matches. Pouting, she decided to head back to the slide for one or two quick goes. Shannon went down the slide twice grinning. She was getting tired, but she still wanted to do it again. She stuck her thumb in her mouth, climbing up a little slower and one handed to ride down once more. She giggled around her thumb, although all the milk her belly was sitting a little heavy now. She toddled away from the slide, walking a little slow as felt her bottom suddenly push out a big warm mess into the back of her diaper. She stopped and stood still a moment, sucking her thumb. She wouldn't be able to say why she just stood there, sucking... it could have been a babyish mindset, it might have been shock and awe, or a bit of the two. She stood there for about ten seconds after, just sort of staring, letting the feeling sink in, before spinning around and looking around at the other children. "Nerissssssssaaaaaa!" she whined, a new instinct from the home. It brought a lot of attention to her as she looked around for the Amazon. Nerissa had watched the whole thing, smiling as she’d seen Shanon slow, and then babyishly fill her pants. Nerissa had been tracking Shannon's progress, and even without the bottles, she lately seemed to be at that point where she legitimately needed diapers now. She waved and walked over to the suddenly panicked girl. "Aww hun, everything all right?" she said coming over and gently cupping a the side of her face in her hand. "Someone getting a little tired?" she asked as the girl looked so cute sucking her thumb. Shannon pressed couldn’t help but nudge the hand and try to lean against the taller woman. Looking for affection with tears forming in her eyes. "I--I made a poo poo..." she whined. Nerissa bent down and gave Shannon a hug, discreetly reaching a hand around to pat the girl's bottom, helping reassure her, and let her know that indeed, she'd had a messy accident, but it was okay. "Aww hun, it’s all right. C'mon, let’s get you back home for a nap. I only brought one diaper to the park." she said taking Shannon's hand and starting to walk the sobbing baby girl to the stroller. Nerissa had purposefully not brought a second diaper, planning on this with the milk. Shannon had learned to accept diapers, and she needed to learn to accept using them, and sometimes being stuck in them. Nerissa's consoling helped dramatically. Shannon winced as they walked, the mess mushing up against her. It was even worse when she was sat down in the stroller... but all that consoling was helping to dry the tears. Nerissa brought the strap up between Shannon's legs and around her waist once more, causing the girl to whimper a little as she was suddenly pressed into and held firmly to the mess in her diaper. It wasn't a completely bad feeling, kind of warm, mushy. Nerissa was quick to recognize the look on Shannon's face and reached into her bag pulling out Shannon's favorite stuffed animal and a pacifier. She slid the thumb from Shannon's mouth and pressed the pacifier in, kissing Shannon's cheek as she handed her the stuffed animal. "Just relax hun, it'll be a short ride back," she promised. And the milk was making her tired... although it would be a little bumpy. Shannon nodded, staying quiet and sucking on the pacifier. She did her best to relax, which was good... it let her feel the warm mushiness against her in a different way. The little bounces might have caused her to wince once or twice, but they wound up helping her come around to acceptance. Just 8 minutes into the 10 minute walk and nearly back, Shannon nodded completely off to sleep, being at peace enough with the load in the seat of her diaper to ignore it and rest. Nerissa smiled. This was a good step. The goal was total incontinence and acceptance of being a baby. A few more outings and gentle encouragements to get Shannon used to the feeling of wet and messy diapers, and she was sure the little girl would stop asking for immediate changes. Once back at the home, she unbuckled the sleepy baby and carried her toward the nap room, going for the changing table first. No need giving her a rash. The girl blinked and stirred a little as she was being changed. Nerissa spent a few moments wiping Shannon thoroughly to clean her bottom, before lowering her down onto another thick diaper. She grinned. "No worries hun, just giving you a diapie change before you go sleepy sleepy," she said, starting to apply diaper cream and powder to her. Shannon barely heard it, back to sleep shortly after. Nerissa taped up the thick diaper, helping Shannon up and removing her overalls. She left the girl in just the pink shirt she'd been wearing underneath and her diaper. She was placed and left to sleep peacefully in her crib. --------- Shannon had slept well. Her sleep had felt really good, and she had some memories of yesterday, but they were like dim lights in a fog. The milk had helped her dreams, crafting them to gentle childlike dreams of wonder and simple joy. Shannon didn't even stir an inch as she wet her diaper thoroughly in the night. This had become normal, and even as she woke up and sat with a slight squish, it only jostled her a tiny bit. Nerissa heard Shannon and was quick to let herself into the nursery, scooping up the Little and hugging her close, patting her back. "Morning sweetie," she said reaching into the crib and looking for her pacifier, easing it into the girl's mouth. "You just need a change huh?" she asked, pretending like this was completely normal, that the Little infant in her arms was just that, an infant who needed coddling. Nerissa set Shannon on the changing table and the Little went through an all too familiar diaper change. It'd been two, almost three weeks since she'd last even had a chance to use the potty. She was in thick diapers full time. She sucked her pacifier, while Nerissa lovingly cleaned her up. Her sleeper was removed, and she was given a cartoonish baby t-shirt, since it was warmer out, before being brought downstairs to breakfast… where for the first time she didn't sit at the table with the others, but instead was placed securely in a high chair. Shannon squirmed in place, looking down at the others. "mm--" she lifted a hand up to remove the pacifier. "How come I'm in the high chair?!" she whined, squirming in place in her crinkling diaper. "I can feed myself just fine!" Nerissa smiled, she liked head games early in the morning. "Oh you can? All right hun, I just thought the high chair would be a nice change of pace, if you can feed yourself," she said getting out a simple bowl of oatmeal and a small spoon that had a deceptive weight to it, and putting them both in front of her. "Finish it all up, and you'll get a nice bottle of your favorite milk," she smiled. Shannon snatched up the spoon, immediately fumbling with it a little. But after a few practice swings, she was sure she had it, so she went to snag some, only to drop the spoon entirely in the oatmeal. Nerissa sighed a bit dramatically, and reached in to reclaim the spoon, letting the need to do so go unspoken. She cleaned it off with a paper towel and then she got a pink cloth bib and wasted no time tying it around Shannon's neck. She pulled up a chair, took the bowl, and the spoon, and held out a scoop of warm oatmeal, smiling. "Come on hun." Shannon shook her head. "I just fumbled a little!" but still, she opened her mouth. She was hungry... and the idea of more milk was a wonderfully enchanting idea. It was a little awkward at first, but Shannon took a bite, and then another, and then another. There was a drip here, and a soft dab of a paper towel to Shannon's cheek to clean it away... and as the other residents came in and out for breakfast, it was apparent that Shannon was a baby this morning. Baby shirt, thick diaper, being fed in a high chair. Shannon gave a little whine, but otherwise, tried to move her attention back to the oatmeal. Not the best of foods to really focus on the taste, but still, better than the others since she got all of Nerissa’s personal attention. Having started with breakfast that day, both lunch and dinner had Shannon seated in a high chair with a bib around her neck. After another bottle of formula, which she had no power to resist, it was back to bed. Days started to go on like this, and while Shannon got more comfortable with the routine, there was still something nagging at the back of her mind, like something was wrong, like she'd forgotten something important. It was a day or two later, dressed in another pair of adorable overalls with a onesie underneath, doing nothing to hide her obvious diaper bulge, that Shannon was seated in her stroller. Nerissa was taking her back to the park. Baby Shannon had been well behaved and she needed a bit of excitement. Nerissa also seemed to be excited about something too. Oddly, the park wasn’t as empty as usual. In one corner of the park, there was a picnic going on… and oddest of all, it was a picnic of littles. Littles who were professional, and adult, at least as they appeared. There were five of them, and almost all watched Shannon curiously as she was helped out of her stroller when she arrived. The Littles were noticeably more aware that Shannon wasn't a baby then the Amazonian woman. It didn’t seem to meet Shannon’s attention though. To her, she almost entirely believed herself to be a baby after the weeks and weeks she’d been living such a life. There was something wrong somewhere in her mind, and that something bugged her when she saw the other group her size, but the rest of her and the want to have fun carried her towards the slide, which she rode down, giggling all the way. With a pacifier in her mouth, the cute babygirl waddled her way up the play structure and rode the slide another two times. The picnic group had all but stopped now, 5 girls watching her a bit stunned. They were acutely aware that Shannon was way too old to be in diapers, even if her size didn't seem to make the Amazonian parents in the park look twice. Two of the littles whispered something and looked over at Nerissa, who offered a polite wave, which had all the girls quickly look away. Another parent took a seat with Nerissa after a while, talking about motherhood and her own adorable Amazonian baby which size-wise wasn’t much smaller then Shannon. It was at this point that one of the Little's quietly made her way over to Shannon. The girl was a red-head with a neat little pony tail and a cute summer dress on. Maybe in her late 20’s. As Shannon went down the slide, she was waiting at the bottom. "Hi, what's your name?" she asked. Without breaking her stride, Shannon popped the pacifier out of her mouth. "Hi, I'm Shannon! Who're you?" she bobbed up and down in place at the bottom of the slide, brimming with infantile energy, crinkling with each little movement. The girl tilted her head. "Jacquline... erm, Jackie. Are you... ... you're not really a toddler right? I mean, we're Little, we can tell, even if the others," and she indicated the parents around the playground, including the Amazon chatting with Nerissa. "even if they can't." Shannon tensed her fingers up, unsure what to say. She had to think about what she even meant by "not really a toddler", at first. She sat there, umming and ahhhing for a second, looking at Jackie and then Nerissa. "...um, well--I... don't know?" she eventually settled on, looking confused and just a little bit embarrassed. "Are you wearing a diaper?" the Little asked, since it was fairly obvious under Shannon’s overalls. Little's could be blunt and very forward. Two of the other Little's from the picnic group had gotten up and were talking to each other just out of the playground area. "I, um... yeah." Shannon knew there was absolutely NO denying that one. "...and um... that makes me a baby, I guess!" she added, following Nerissa's usual line of thinking. Nerissa got up, along with the other parent who went to get her own child. Nerissa scooped up Shannon eliciting a meep of surprise as she was picked up just like a toddler. Jackie watched wide eyed, calling "You're not a baby!" in a quiet voice after Shannon. Even as she heard it, Nerissa had something new in store. She'd been working on readying the baby slowly, and sitting down on the bench with Shannon, she started to unbutton her top. Shannon squirmed. It was... weird hearing that from Jackie. She was a bit upset, and couldn't quite pin down why. She didn't want to call Jackie wrong, since Shannon's physical age was the same as hers... but people *could* be babies even if they were old, right? It was just so weird. Shannon looked up at Nerissa, staring as her top was unbuttoned and a maternity bra came into view. "...Are you... going to breastfeed me...?" she asked realizing the obvious. Shannon's paci hung on a ribbon attached to her overalls. Nerissa smiled and nodded at her. Nerissa was not fabulously endowed, just a modest C, but the nipple was already wet as she undid the clasp on the bra, the milk smelt very similar to what Shannon usually drank. "It’s okay hun, I know you must have a rumbly tummy, you can drink your fill baby girl," she coo'd. The wide eyes of the five Little's were watching Shannon intently now. There was a slight revulsion from Shannon, but then that smell, that milk she was soo used too, so … addicted too. Shannon nodded, casting a look over to the Littles. It was difficult to push herself towards doing it, but Nerissa was right, her tummy was all rumbly and that needed fixing. She curled up towards the nipple, latching on and starting to nurse hungrily. Nerissa cuddled Shannon to her, patting her head one hand, and patting her thickly diapered and crinkly bottom with the other as she cradled her. She was acting like an infant now, shamelessly nursing like a baby and drinking breastmilk. Some of the mothers in the park watched approvingly, but to them, Nerissa just looked like she was feeding a baby, to the Littles, they couldn't believe what they were seeing. "Did you make a friend hun?" Nerissa asked of Shannon, smiling and stroking her head as she nursed. Shannon didn't move her mouth off of the nipple, but she gave a small, mildly discontented grunt between little sucks. Nerissa nodded. "That's nice hun, we'll have to see about setting up a playdate with her some time. I know you have lots of friends at the home, but it’s always nice to have new friends," she grinned. She gave Shannon's bottom a few more crinkly pats, and almost by way of answer, Shannon started wetting her diaper, the padding swelling a little. "Aww such a good baby girl," Nerissa coo'd softly in her ear. Shannon blushed, hoping that the others wouldn't notice. She did take a small bit of pride in it, now... at least when Nerissa praised her. The praise felt good. And having a playmate would be a lot of fun! She finally moved herself off of the nipple, sighing as she finished drinking. Nerissa just moved the baby to the other teat. Baby girls could drink a lot and over feeding wouldn’t do much more then ensure a full diaper and a nap for Shannon. When she was finally finished being nursed, Nerissa adjusted Shannon to her shoulder, patting her back firmly. Shannon felt a little funny for a second, but then she gave out a little burp, with a tiny bit of spit up trailing down her chin. At the same time as her belch, her tummy cramped a little and helplessly her body pushed out a mess into her diaper. Positioned as she was on Nerissa’s shoulder, the seat of her overalls suddenly drooped and the Little's watching were able to see just how much of a baby she was, filling her diaper. Nerissa finished patting her back and gave her bottom a few pats, causing the mess to squish. "Such a good good baby," she repeated the praise. Shannon would have felt humiliated in front of the other Littles, but the praise helped offset that. She curled her hands around Nerissa, giving her a big squeeze. She didn't even think any more about how sudden her mess was, or how icky it felt--it was a warm sort of surprise to her now, and wasn't really a bad thing. Just a part of being her. Nerissa redid her top, and got up with Shannon, going over to her stroller and gently putting her in her seat before buckling her in. She made sure the buckles were snug, pressing her into her full diaper. Nerissa was still working on making her comfortable with having had an accident. She spoke softly to Shannon, "We'll chat with your friend before we leave," she grinned. "Do you think she'd like to come play with you at home? I bet you could show her how fun it could be." "I um... I dunno! She doesn't seem like a baby... but I'd love more friends!" Shannon giggled, unaware of what she was signing the girl up for. Nerissa nodded, wheeling the stroller toward the group of Littles which were now looking intently like they were busy picnicking. Nerissa stopped just behind the red headed one, tapping Shannon on the shoulder. "What was her name hun? Can you ask her to come here?" Shannon nodded, looking over to the group of Littles. "Jaaaaackie!" she called, bouncing in the chair (and her mess). She was excited for a new playmate! The red headed Little stood up a bit stiffly and came over, immediately looking shy before the taller Amazon and the girl in the stroller. She could smell that Shannon had a messy diaper, and her cheerfullness and the way she ignored what she’d done was a little unsettling to her. "Hi Shannon," she said with a slight wave. Nerissa smiled and leaned down to Shannon, "Go on hun, why don't you invite her to visit?" Shannon grinned. "Hey, can you join us at my house some time? It'd be a lot of fun to play with you!" Jackie's demeanor changed a little as she looked back to her friends, who seem to be focused on their activity. She thought a moment, and looking up, with a slight bit of resolve, she nodded. "Y-yes. I'll come visit some time, I think I have something I’d like to talk you to you about Shannon," she said. "We can spend some time being... big girls," she said with a slight glance at Nerissa and lowering her voice to say the last part. It was the only thing she could think of in terms of fixing whatever was wrong with Shannon. Shannon tilted her head, looking confused. "Well... you can be! But I don't think I am..." she squirmed a little in the seat, making a small meep at the feeling of her diaper. "But yeah, come visit, please!" The other girl scurried back to her friends and Nerissa put the paci back in Shannon's mouth, pushing her in the stroller back home for a diaper change and an afternoon nap. “I really do hope she visits,” the Amazon smirked. --------- It was just after Shannon had been fed a full dinner of baby food in what had become her personal high chair, that Nerissa had decided to give her another lesson. Quietly taking the babygirl to her office by the classroom, she took a seat in the rocking chair with her. She started to rub at the front of Shannon's diaper, rocking them both in the chair gently. Shannon had grown slightly used to having her diaper, and chest rubbed on occasion. Even if it was still a bit weird, she quickly settled into the chair, sighing out a pleased and aroused little breath. Nerissa continued to rub at the front of her diaper, waiting till she got a slight moan with the loud crinkling. "Feels nice doesn't it hun?" Shannon nodded, letting out a few soft whines. "Y--yeah... it's really really nice feeling... it's ama--ah! oooh..." she leaned her head in, resting it against Nerissa’s chest. Nerissa traced a finger around Shannon’s ears, continuing to rub her diaper, smirking as the baby’s hips were moving in time with her hands. "That's a good baby girl... such a good baby girl," she said, sweetly whispering. "You want to do something for your caretaker baby?" Shannon nodded, beaming. The praise made her really happy. She softly grinded against the woman's hand, her hands softly kneading Nerissa's lap. "Use your diaper, do everything in it that you can, feel how good it is to let go in your diaper," she encouraged. It was something they’d done before, but she had a more specific intent for it today. Shannon squirmed, pushing herself against the woman's hands. "... I dunno if I can though... I don't really feel it anymore, so I don't know if I need to..." she let out a few grunts, trying her hardest. At first, it seemed she definitely didn't need to--but then, all at once, her diaper start to fill. "O-oh gosh!" she whined, the diaper taking on a new feeling as she was rubbed.” Nerissa grinned, easing her hand from Shannon's ear to move the girl slightly, starting to bounce her on a knee and focus both hands now on the front of her diaper. "Such a good girl, filling up your diaper, but there's still something more you can do," she said caressing the front of Shannon's diaper. The conditioning was going well, Shannon was addicted to the milk, nearly incontinent, and on the verge of a sexual connection between her diapers, and best of all, accepting that she was a baby. Shannon bounced, grinding against Nerissa's hands and genuinely enjoying the feel of her diaper. It wasn’t long before she was starting to dissolve into a body shaking orgasm. Just as she was peaking, Nerissa leaned forward and whispered in Shannon’s ear, right at her most susceptible moment. “From now on you are forever unpotty trained…” she whispered, “You will be in diapers the rest of your life… and I will always be your mommy.” The words invaded Shannon’s mind just as she was shattered and racked by orgasm, whimpering and shuddering as she came in her full diaper. Even if she didn’t fully understand it, her body processed it. She’d never feel the need to go again, and she’d found her mommy. It was over, she was officially a baby again. The poor baby was panting and spent after that. She was more than ready for an early bed time... after a diaper change and short pre-bed feeding straight from the teat of course. She was already asleep before she finished nursing. Not long after she’d been dressed in a new thick diaper under a purple onesie, and laid down in her crib. --------- Nerissa was relaxing on a couch in the large playroom at the home. She was dressed in a casual spring dress, her feet in flip flops and her hair falling lazily about her shoulders as she read from a book. Shannon was on the floor nearby, playing. Today Shannon was dressed in a short blue denim dress, and a pink t-shirt under it. Her bottom was covered in a frilly diaper cover and it caught the back of her dress, holding it up slightly to show her padded backside. Shannon seemed to flip back and forth, alternating between hyperactivity and calmness. Half of the time, she would contently color, nearly silent, while the other half of the time she'd be bolting from one activity to another, giggling and laughing to herself. Right now, she was hyper, waddling across the room to grab various toys, which she was busily building into a large fort in one of the corners of the room. At a knock from the door, Nerissa looked up. She put her book down and looked over to Shannon, just to make sure the babygirl was okay, before going to the door and finding that a Little was waiting outside. It was the girl that Shannon had briefly met at the park. "Oh hello there hun, have you come to play with Shannon?" she asked. The red head nodded shyly, looking around Nerissa to Shannon. "It's Jackie... uh, Ma'am," she said, before being invited in. She barely even acknowledged Nerissa and went right to Shannon. "Psst... we need to talk." "Um, okay! What do you wanna talk about?" Shannon asked innocently, paying only half attention. She was busy building a stack of baby blocks as a sort of flag for her fort. Jackie was wearing a simple short dress and a pair of loose shorts under it. She couldn't help staring at Shannon though. The way the other Little was dressed as a toddler, hair in a pony tail, pink shirt, obvious thick diaper under her denim dress... and not only that, but the red head knew that the other Little used her diapers. "You're... not really a baby," she whispered, watching as the amazon walked across the room to take a seat on the couch, getting her book. She tried to speak so she wouldn't be heard. Shannon shook her head, confused. "I don't understand..." she thought about it a little, stopping her construction. "...Mommy says I’m a baby." It was so firmly in the Little's mind, now. After a few seconds, she found her thumb slipping into her mouth, on reflex as she tried to think hard. After all, her hands weren't being used, so why not? Jackie shook her head, "Just because you look like a baby, doesn't make you one," she said putting a hand out to touch the front of the girl's diaper. Jackie was doing it mainly to confirm that the other girl was indeed wearing it, but what she didn't know was how thorough Nerissa's training had been recently. Which included helping Shannon to really like and enjoy her diapers. The slight bit of pressure on the front of her diaper made her tingle. Shannon half shut her eyes, whimpering ever so slightly around her thumb. It was hard to pin down exactly what it was, with the thumb in the way. Curiously, though, the girl held totally still as the Little held her diaper, not jumping away or even flinching at all. It seemed she was quite used to having her diaper touched! Jackie looked a little surprised as Shannon seemed to straighten, and she tugged her hand away as suddenly the diaper began to warm. The baby was peeing, but by the look on her face, she had no idea. Jackie gasped, perhaps she was in over her head, perhaps Shannon was already a baby and there was no saving her. After a few seconds, Shannon opened her eyes. "...Jackie? What's wong?" she asked after a few seconds, still sucking her thumb. Nerissa noticed the odd occurrence out of the corner of her eye, and put her book down, getting up to go over to the two Littles. "Uh oh... I think someone has a wet diapy," she said coming up from behind to tickle at Shannon's sides. Jackie took a step back from Nerissa, watching the exchange nervously as if it was something dangerous. The babygirl's dress was raised and it was confirmed that she was indeed wet. "Why don't you go get a new diaper and some wipes from the corner Shannon, I'll grab the changing mat from my bag," she said, fully intending to change her right here on the floor. Jackie was dead silent watching them both. Shannon dashed away, waddling noticeably as she snagged a few diapers and the box of wipes from the baby bag in the corner of the play room. She jumped down, laying out right next to her fort as Nerissa got the mat. She was laying down in front of Jackie and she looked up, blankly, hardly realizing that her and Jackie were having a conversation before. Nerissa lifted Shannon's dress up, smiling and giggling. "Why'd you bring so many diapers hun?" she asked, "You bring extra for Jackie?" she teased. The other Little gasped at the thought. “I’m only teasing,” Nerissa laughed at her good naturedly, letting her know she wasn't being serious (for now). Jackie had an instinct to leave, something was not right, but at the same time, something magnetic compelled her to stay. She knew what happened to some littles, and if there was any chance of saving Shannon, it'd be important to save her. She simply turned aside, letting the diaper change finish. Shannon was very used to it by now, thinking nothing as her legs were lifted by the ankles, she was thoroughly wiped, diaper rash cream applied, and finally followed by a healthy dusting of powder before being taped into a thick fresh diaper. "Can I get you something to drink Jackie? It's just about time for Shannon's bottle," Nerissa said, taking the wet diaper balled up, and throwing it away. Jackie nodded dumbly, not sure what else to say, and Nerissa returned a moment later with a sippy cup and baby bottle. Both filled with the same thing. Jackie was handed the cup and she looked at it with a frown as Shannon was given her bottle. Shannon happily stuck the nipple in place of her thumb, drinking hungrily. After a few seconds, Shannon lowered the bottle, looking at Jackie. "Drink! It's really really yummy." Shannon sat up, drinking away at the bottle, shuffling around a bit to get comfortable. Jackie watched Nerissa sit on the couch once more and looked at the sippy cup. "What's in it?" she asked, curiously. She wasn't about to degrade herself by drinking from the cup and managed to pry the top off. Nerissa noticed this, but didn't say anything. The red head gave the drink a worried sniff. "Milk!" Shannon giggled, getting about halfway through the bottle. She stretched out, feeling a little bit sleepy now. Still, she seemed determined to finish that fort--she stood back up, bottle in one hand, a toy in the other, trying to complete her build. Jackie stared at her drink a moment. It did smell like milk, but something was a bit off. She looked over at Nerissa again, worriedly, but there was something about the milk that smelt really really good. She tipped it up to her lips, taking a taste, and her eyes widened as she took a little more of a sip, which turned into a gulp, and soon she'd finished off her cup. "That.. was pretty good," she said nodding. She watched Shannon building her fort for a minute or two, trying to decide how best to handle the situation... oddly, she was starting to feel tired too as she saw the other girl yawning. Nerissa checked her watch, it'd be nap time for two Little's shortly. As they worked, Shannon finished her bottle too. She kept working, but she slowed to a literal crawl, and began to yawn every so often. She looked back at Jackie, nodding. "Yeah! It's pretty good, I love my milkies..." Not having been used to drinking nearly as much as Shannon, the redhead was not used to its effects, and even as Shannon was crawling around, yawning around her thumb, Jackie had managed to nod off, her back against the wall. Shannon noticed this after she finally completed the fortress. She crawled over to Nerissa, giving her pant leg a small tug. "I think we need naps mommy..." she yawned, resting herself against Nerissa's leg. Nerissa closed her book, smiling at the two adorable girls. She scooped up Shannon first, "I think you're right hun, let’s get your stuffed animal and your pacifier, and we'll put you down for a nap in your crib," she smiled, bumping noses with Shannon lovingly. She carried the Little on her hip for a moment. bringing her back to the nursery and doing what she said, getting her pacifier and teddy bear before easing her down into her crib. "I'll be right back, I'm going to go get Jackie and set up a nap mat in here, I don't think she'd like the crib," she said teasingly. Nerissa went back out into the playroom, scooping up the younger girl. She was out cold, the milk having hit her hard for the first time. Nerissa couldn't help a grin, she knew this girl would be consigned to diapers and being a baby soon. She brought her back into the nursery, setting up a mat on the floor and laying the girl with a blankie atop it. Shannon grinned sleepily as she watched, squeezing the teddy bear. It was nice to have a playmate, even if she was a little bit unfun sometimes with her ‘not a baby’ talk. Hopefully she'd stop insisting Shannon was a big girl. Shannon laid down, letting her eyes drift shut. The girls slept easily. A milk induced sleep was one free of stress. Shannon slept deeply and with wonderful dreams, hugging her teddy, occassionally sucking on her paci in her sleep. She rested so soundly, that the milk's effect didn't even wake her. Her bottom pushed out a warm mess into the back of her diaper just like a baby. And not far away from her, napping fitfully on the mat, Jackie wasn’t far behind. Her body processed the milk and her bladder released in her sleep, causing the ‘adult’ girl to soak her panties, dress and naptime blanket. At the girls woke up, it would be nothing out of the ordinary for Shannon. For Jackie though, she awake with a start, letting out a startled shriek as she realized what had happened to herself. The red head started to cry, not trying to be too loud and bring Nerissa. Shannon sat up in her crib, looking at the distressed girl across from her with a big wet spot. At first, it was a little hard to believe--she was such a big girl! But after a few seconds, Shannon tried to reassure her. "Don't worry--it's not that bad! I mean... well... I'll call Mommy and she'll clean you up! Mommy!!" she called out, watching the crying girl. Jackie hopped up, still crying and tripping over the blankets around her ankles for a second. She came over and tried to put her hands on Shannon to shush her and keep her from bringing the Amazon. It didn't help, a moment later Nerissa walked in with her long legs. "Oh, someone up from their nap? Smells like someone has a stinky diaper," she said smiling. Her eyes were quick to see the red headed girl next to the crib, with the wet spot on the back of her dress. Sensing this, Jackie let out an eep, backing away from Shannon. "Oops, looks like there was more than one accident during naptime," Nerissa said. She quietly shut and locked the door behind her, going for Shannon first to change her baby. Shannon lifted her arms up, giggling as she was lifted. She didn't seem to realize that Jackie didn't want Mommy to be called. Why not, after all? Did she want to stay in her wetness? That wasn't that weird for the home she supposed, but if she just said that to Nerissa, she'd understand! Or maybe it was that she was a big girl... or, well, apparently not! "Jackie hun, its okay, sometimes girl's have accidents. I'm not upset," she said in a calming and familiar manner that Shannon could almost recognize. "Let me take care of my baby here and we'll get you sorted. Jackie was too mortified to answer, hands covering her rear and backing herself around the crib so that she was always on the opposite side of Nerissa. Meanwhile the Amazon carried her baby, lovingly laying her down on the changing table and going through a routine diaper change for her. Wipes, rash cream, more powder, and a thick diaper later, Nerissa set the babygirl down on the floor. "Why don't you go get her for me," Nerissa said with a pat to her diapered bottom. "I think she's scared and embarrassed." Shannon nodded, crawling over to Jackie. "Jackie?" she asked, softly prodding the girl’s arm. "Mommy's all ready to clean you up... don't worry, it happens! If you really hate it, you gotta get clean and get it gone!" Jackie was reluctant a moment, looking at Shannon and resisting. "You're not a baby Shannon, you're not... and I didn't have an accident, she did something to me! I've never had an accident before like this," she whimpered. Nerissa could hear her of course, but she remained quiet a moment. Shannon shook her head. "Well--accidents happen! I am a baby, and if I didn’t have my diapers I’d make puddles everywhere!” She giggled. “Mommy’s really nice and she'll get you all squeaky clean." There was something innocent and truthful in Shannon's face, and slowly, unsuredly, Jackie came out, walking bowlegged with an obvious accident spot between her legs. It felt gross, and she did want to get cleaned up. She couldn't look at Nerissa as she was led over. "It's okay hun," the Amazon echoed her baby's statement, very proud of the girl for how she'd handled it. "I'll have you all cleaned up and right as rain. I bet you’re worried that I'm going to put you in a diaper huh? Well, I can, if that's what you want?" to which the red head quickly shook her head no, and Nerissa laughed, "I didn't think so. I don't have any clean panties in your size, I do have pull-ups though." The girl whimpered at that, but defeated as she was, there wasn’t much she could do. Nerissa helped her get cleaned up, having her stand as she carefully took some wipes and a small baggy to wad up the wet panties and short and put them in. The little didn’t let go of the baby’s hand the hold time. Shannon squeezed her hand back, smiling all the while. She was really glad to be of assistance! "See?" she sighed, softly resting herself against the changing table. "Mommy's really nice and stuff! She's only here to help." Freshly cleaned, with pull-ups under a short dress that was designed to be worn with shorts, Jackie was quick to excuse herself. Nerissa reassured her that if accidents do happen once more, and that it was okay, and if she needed help with future accidents that she knew where the home was. She also invited her back for lunch whenever she wanted it... The red head was quick to make any excuse she could and escape the place as soon as the nursery door was unlocked. Nerissa and Shannon watched her go. "I think she's a shy girl who needs some friends Shannon," Nerissa said, scooping up her baby girl, carrying her on a hip as she watched the little practically sprint down the front walk, her pull-up easily visible under her dress. Shannon nodded. "I wanna find her some time again! Maybe we could stop by the playground soon and see if she's ever there again?" Shannon rested herself against the amazon's chest, softly tugging at the bottom of her shirt. Nerissa grinned and began to unbutton her shirt, hugging Shannon close. "I think she'll be back some time. She looked like she really enjoyed that milk," Nerissa winked. Her bra was next to go, leaving the girl's pert chest bare before Shannon. She removed the babygirl's pacifier and moments later she was breastfeeding again. --------- Heyo, I'm reposting this after getting a few messages about it. I've slowly been working on a pseudo-sequal about Jackie. No date of release to announce, just 'sometime in the future'.

I have some ideas if interested please message me.. I like to be spanked, humiliated, babied and diapered. Thanks, K

Chapter 9: An Order from on High "It doesn't matter that you lifted the enchantment," the voice boomed. Billowing green flames erupted from the feet of the imposing figure. The High Manticore towered over everything in the sanctum, fire and fury and presence. Her aura was tangible and terrifying, and Jade called upon every ounce of willpower in her to keep from trembling before her mother. "You have insulted a member of the First Circle and it is only because you are my flesh and blood that you are not being taken to task publicly for your poor judgement." "Mother, I- " The High Manticore was a pillar of green. Her gown was floor-length and a deep juniper, her sleeves draped gracefully over hands. Her emerald hair fell to her waist, moving with an unfelt breeze, strangely threatening. Her entire form had a soft green glow, save her eyes which were bright balefire. "You will address me as Your Eminence or as High Manticore, Jade Mazzi," her mother roared. The spell she was using to project herself into Jade's sanctum caused her to appear larger than life, and despite the fact that Jade knew her mother's true appearance intimately, knew every crease in her face, every expression, even though she knew exactly how the spell worked... she was intimidated. "Yes, Your Eminence," Jade bowed her head. "I'm giving you an assignment," the High Manticore declared, the glow in her eyes subsiding. She tapped a curved fingernail to her lips before continuing - a calculated gesture. The leader of the Order of the Manticore did nothing thoughtlessly, everything was planned. "You're going to represent the Order and Manticore Keep at the Grand Archive." It was a rotten assignment, potion mixing and scholarly discussion - nowhere near Jade's strength. "Your Eminence," Jade tried to hide the panic in her voice - her greatest asset was her raw power, and being stuck among the bookworms and formula-makers was the exact opposite. The scholars studied the laws of magic and devised spells for the powerful to use. She was the powerful, not a stodgy scholar! "If I may- " "You. May. Not," the High Manticore snapped. "Prepare for your trip. You'll be away from the Keep, long enough to undo whatever you have done to your Apprentice." And with that, the form vanished in a puff of pungent smoke. "Miss...?" Paige's voice was quiet. She only caught the last few words of the conversation. The High Manticore was angry. Nothing good ever happened when the High Manticore was angry. Paige shook the thought from her head and stepped into the sanctum, unable to look up at her mentor. Shame colored her cheeks. "Um... are we... are we going somewhere?" The difference in her demeanor was remarkable. No longer the arrogant prodigy, but a humble child. Everyone knew now... no matter what happened, everyone knew. She could never escape this humiliation as long as she lived. Paige wanted to disappear. She wanted to run away. But if she left the service of her Mentor, she would never get Promoted. She'd be a half-rate, half-educated witch forever. That fear was a better motivator than even the humiliations of that morning. "I was wondering if maybe you forgot to..." Paige looked down at the dress. Surely it was a mistake that Jade hadn't transfigured these back to their appropriate appearance. But as the words came out of her mouth, Paige hesitated. She shook her head. "N-nevermind..." "So close, and yet so far," Jade clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "You almost managed to keep your mouth shut. But it's progress, I suppose." She waved a hand, flinging a raw green rune of energy at her Apprentice, transforming her childish dress back to her favored, loose robes. It bothered Jade to do so - Paige was her charge, it was her responsibility to train her correctly, to make sure the stupid girl was ready to walk the ways of true magic and not the pathetic cantrips she knew... and the first step of that had to be teaching her humility and surrender. But her ability to discipline her Apprentice was being undermined, just because the girl had a high-ranking relative - it was beyond unfair! Paige had earned that punishment... but soon they would be at the Grand Archive, shared among all the Keeps and Houses of Amulette - and few Manticores would be there to tattle, and even fewer would care. Paige would be a valuable asset on this ridiculous assignment, one way or another. "Pack your bags. Yes, I mean the dresses in your wardrobe - I will transform them as needed. Your feeble magic should be back but such transmogrification is beyond you.” Jade paused a moment to ponder, “If you do well on our assignment, I will reward you." Paige's hands balled at her sides in frustration. She hated this! She hated that this one-trick witch could boss her around! But the memory of the Demotion, the high chair, the awful things Jade had done to her... fear quickly replaced her frustration. Paige never looked up from her feet. "Yes Miss Jade," Paige muttered. Paige stepped out of the sanctum before Jade could threaten her again. Finally, she had gotten her robes back. She wrapped her arms around herself and held the cloth tight to her skin, reveling in the normalcy. Weeks ago, when she had lost the privilege of her apprentice robes, she thought nothing could be worse. But now, she had a new perspective. Clothing in Amulette was intimately tied to status. Dark blue robes with green trim marked her as Manticore Apprentice. Loose sleeves for spellcasting, pockets for components. It felt like home. But the frilly, childish dresses in her armoire, those had an entirely different meaning. As long as Jade controlled Paige's clothes, she controlled everything. Neither of them were oblivious to this. As Paige walked back to her room, she thought about what Jade had said. The Grand Archive? Why are we going there? What does the High Manticore have in mind? She was dragged roughly out of her thoughts as she approached apprentice housing. Outside the door, her feet froze. She couldn't move. But it wasn't a spell that had bound her; it was fear itself. One day ago, she was the most revered of all the Apprentices, the woman who stood tallest in this hall. Now, she was a joke... Paige felt tears fill her eyes. "Paige?" Quest's voice floated down the hall and Paige jumped slightly as she felt a light touch on her shoulder. "Are you okay? I said, you got your robes back." The younger girl pulled her friend aside and into a tight embrace. "Oh Paige. I have to go pack soon, Miss Harkin says we're going to the Grand Archive and I won't be around to- " "You're going to the Grand Archive too?" Marigold stepped up close to them, her orange eyes shining and a grin on her face. "Me too! Miss Midori says we're doing some kind of competition. We're totally gonna win and... " She trailed off a bit when she noticed Paige. "Oh - hey, uh... you got your robes back, that's good. There was no way she could keep treating you like that, not with who your aunt is. You look... are you okay?" Marigold may have disliked Paige, but after seeing the aftermath of Jade's rage, Paige's utter humiliation... she didn't have it in her any more to torment her rival. It was almost like Paige wasn't her rival at all any more... Marigold just felt sorry for her. There was no competition between them; Paige seemed more like a child than an adult now, and Marigold wasn't going to pick on a child. "I'm fine," Paige muttered, holding her arms tightly over her stomach. Her heart raced. Her chest ached. She was anything but fine, but that wasn't important right now... "So all of us are going to the Archive? This has to be for the conference, right?" But they quickly discovered that each of them was as lost as the others. Paige sighed and looked down at her feet. She had to get back to her room. She had to pack all those awful dresses. With Quest and Marigold beside her, she mustered up the strength to finish the trek to the Apprentice quarters. It wasn't so much the power of friendship that helped her along, but the drive to appear strong. Nonetheless, women stared and snickered, and Paige felt fresh tears on her cheeks by the time she made it back to her room. "So wait," Marigold began as they crossed the threshold to their own hallway, "if all three of us and our Mentors are in this competition thingy, what the heck is it about? Miss Midori said I'd be writing a lot, that I'm supposed to bring my very best quills. I hate writing work. Magical proofs are so boring." "Miss Harkin said to make sure I pack my notes on catalysts and results," Quest added, "so whatever we're doing is alchemy related, for sure." "Ugh," Marigold groaned... and stopped cold just outside their rooms, grabbing Paige's sleeve and whispering hotly. "Wait. Alchemy. Proofs. Miss Jade is terrible at all of this... what the hell are we walking into?" Paige shrugged her shoulders and tried to muster her signature confidence… but though her intelligence was working, her willpower had bottomed out. When she spoke, it was quiet and meek, even moreso than Quest. "Um... well the Archives are for spells and potions... so we are probably doing something with that. AHL is this week; the Alchemy and Higher Learning conference." Quest wasn't wrong about Jade. Miss Midori was a professional Spellscribe. Miss Harkin was a potions master. But Jade... Jade had no talent for finesse. What was this all about? Why did the High Manticore assign Jade this job? "I have a bad feeling about this," Quest whispered as they stepped into Paige's room out of sheer habit. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as the three of them stared at the crib and the closet full of infantile dresses. "Miss Jade... tends to blame other people when she fails." Paige nodded mutely, wanting to agree but not daring to actually give voice to the words that gripped her heart, that stung the backs of her eyes. She would often commiserate with Quest on Jade's failings, her bad habits... but never with Marigold around. Just the presence of the girl who was so threatened by her would have normally been a deterrent, but she felt shattered, a walking mass of glass taped hastily back together and shambling through the day without any sense of direction or purpose. She felt broken, and the giggles in the hallway hadn't helped. "I'll loan you some of my robes," Marigold offered quietly. Quest gaped at her, blinking, before a wide smile split her face. "Maybe this will be good for us," Quest beamed. "Let's look on the bright side - that's the nicest thing Marigold has ever said to you!" "Shut up, it is not... " Paige packed seven little girl dresses, with the hope that Jade's promise to turn them back into robes was a legitimate one. Either way, she stayed fixated on the task at hand. Her eyes looked past the dresses, past the crib, past the painful memories, so that the world blurred around her. The constant reminders of her demotion haunted her like ghosts. The other Apprentices packed as well, gathering the supplies requested by their Mentors, and a little something extra to help Paige - Marigold did indeed pack extra robes while Quest included a set of Witching cards to help pass the time between tasks at the Grand Archive. She felt bad about it, but she was sure her extra inclusion would be used even if Jade decided to return poor Paige to the state she had been in the previous night. In fact, both of her friends were dwelling on that same mental image. Paige, top of the class, the Silver Spoon... diapered and crying in a crib. The Grand Archive was far away from the safety of friendly eyes in the Manticore Keep... if Jade decided to punish Paige at the Archive, it was much less likely that her aunt Alani could use her clout to spare her the humiliation, and they had both seen the childish, frilly, short dresses being packed into Paige's bag. No one was quite sure what the trip to the Grand Archive would hold, but they collectively decided that it couldn't be worse than Paige's degradation from that morning.

Welcome baby scotch to the DD family have a great time. Hope you find what you are looking for.

Warm welkome to DD Scotch dear ?

If I could trade being a DL for being a "normal" person, both physically and psychologically, would I do it? Yes, in a heartbeat.

As a kid I was put back into diapers after having accidents. I really did not want them and threw a fit when my mom decided t put me back into diapers. It was one day when after school my pants were wet and then afterwards I was given a bath and then escorted back into my room where there was diapers, lotion, powder and wipes and then I was changed into a diapers and kept in them for the evening and part of the next fay

I would definitely say your early experiences helped to mold your desires for diapers. It did for me as well except had the opposite effect. My stepmother used diapers to humiliate me and when I became an adult I needed humiliation to be satisfied. At first I tried putting my partners in diapers but I soon realized that I was the one that truly desires to be diapered and in a pretty pink dress.

-o-o-o I was surprised, yet excited. No, I’d not heard any of the plans. I was excited to go, but disappointed that I would almost certainly be forced to wear diapers for the trip. My parents seemed so elated with how they work. I walked into Sally’s room. “Have you heard?” “About Disney? Yes. Mom says finally I can be a Disney Princess.” “What’s that?” I asked. “You get a dress and your hair done and everything. It’s going to be wonderful.” I rolled my eyes. I heard my father come home from work. I figured I could at least make a plea for not having to wear a diaper. I went downstairs, and my parents were in the kitchen having a discussion. I held back and eavesdropped. “It worked so well last time,” I heard my mom say. Surely she was talking about the diapers. “Did you notice how we behaved?” “Yes, I did,” I heard my father say. “But still this is a bit drastic.” Well, now we’re getting somewhere. My father never let on that he didn’t think diapers were a great idea. “The two of them didn’t fight and actually seemed to enjoy each other for a change. Let’s give it a try.” “OK, ok,” I heard my father say with resignation. We’ll see how it goes on this trip before we make any more decisions. Oh, dear. I thought to myself, so much for making a plea to avoid this. I tried to put it out of my mind. Despite the looming diapers, the date of the trip soon arrived, and I was excited. We had the car packed, and mom came up to my room. “Have you used the bathroom?” she asked. I nodded that I had. She had me remove my shorts and lie on the bed. The diaper was quickly set in place. This one seemed a big thicker than I remembered, but that could have just been my imagination. She then held something else out. “Step into this.” I didn’t quite comprehend, but I stepped into the center of what she was holding. She then zipped it up and fastened it. I now realized that I was wearing a skirt. “What gives?” I asked. “It’s so much easier changing you when you have a skirt.” “Aw mom,” I protested. “Let’s go, Dad and Sally are waiting in the car.” Resigned, I followed her out of the room. I got into the back of the car and noted while Sally was sporting a Frozen T-shirt, she was wearing a similar skirt to mine. “We match again!” she said with glee. Great, just what I needed. Still, we were off. Sally and I passed the time playing I spy and other car games. It wasn’t too bad. I realized that I had to pee. I looked out at the highway signs and noted a sign for a rest area in two miles. “I need to use that rest area,” I pointed out over the top of the seat. My dad shook his head. “We still have a half tank of gas. We don’t need to be making any stops.” “But I have to go to the bathroom,” I protested. “You’re wearing your bathroom,” my father retorted. I slumped back in the seat. So that is how this was going to be. Sally leaned over and whispered in my ear. “It’s not too bad. I already wet mine.” What could I say? I found it harder getting the flow started sitting down, but eventually, I got it to go. I felt the warmth that I remembered. When I finished, Sally turned to me “Done? Let’s play license bingo.” Eventually, we did stop. My mother took us both to the ladies room. There was a counter there which I guess was the changing table for infants, but Mom had Sally up on it and was changing her diaper. Sally hopped down, and I took her place. “See, the skirt does make this a lot easier,” she said as she changed me. After more driving, we pulled into the hotel. We made our way up to our rooms. We had the usual arrangement. Kids in one room, parents in the other. Our room had a single king size bed. Back to sharing a bed with my sister. At least it was large. My mother did another set of diaper changes before dinner. I asked if I could change out of the diaper and skirt, but Mom said there wasn’t time. I groaned inside but went down to eat. After dinner, I returned to the room and watched TV with Sally for a while. Mom eventually stuck her head in and reminded us that we had an early start tomorrow and we should get some sleep. I opened up my suitcase and grabbed my toothbrush and went in to brush my teeth. Finished, I returned to find Sally had laid two items out on the bed. “What’s this?” “Our pajamas.” I looked down at them. They were both short nightgowns with Disney characters on them. “I thought you’d look cute in this one,” she said pointing at the one with Snow White on it. “Unless you wanted to wear this one,” she said pointing at the one sporting Ariel on it. “These are both girls pajamas.” Sally looked hurt. “I wanted a sister.” Mom came in again. “Are you not in bed yet.” She pulled my shirt off and then undid the skirt. I started to slide the diaper off, but she said, “Wait, you can sleep in that.” She then picked one of the night gowns and put it over my head. I started to protest but then just gave up. Sally was already out of her clothes and pulled her nightgown on over her diaper. I was surprised. I’d not seen her undressed in years. She was always very shy about that around me. After mom left, I asked her. “You were always shy about getting undressed in front of me.” “Undressed in front of my brother, yes. But you’re my sister, now.” She smiled and hopped into bed. She was loopy, but what the hell. I got into bed as well. It took a long time to get to sleep. The idea of the diaper and the nightie was just not letting me be, but finally, it must have happened as I felt someone gently shaking my arm. I looked up, and Sally was smiling at me. “Time to wake up,” she said. I slid down under the blankets and pulled them over my head. Sally followed me under. “We can have a campout in this tent,” she said. I had to laugh. “Did you bring any marshmallows,” I asked and giggled myself. We bantered back and forth until mom came into the room. “What are you doing under there,” she asked. We pulled the covers off our heads. “Just camping out.” We both broke into laughter. “Well, I’m glad you’re having a good time, but we do have an appointment at Disney Springs this morning. Let’s get showered and dressed. I went first. I peeled off my nightgown and then chucked the diaper aside and got into the shower. When I got out, mom put a diaper on me while Sally showered. She handed me a Mickey Mouse t-shirt which I put on and then gave me the skirt I had worn the previous day, and I got that on. We had breakfast and was soon in the car. We parked and walked to a place marked Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique. Mom checked in, and we were led down the hall into a room with racks of princess gowns. Sally was excitedly looking through them all. I noticed a chair on the opposite side of the room and decided to wait this out. “You don’t have to wait for Sally to finish before you start,” my Mom said. What? “Come, let's see if there’s one you like best.” I tentatively moved forward. Mom was flipping through the gowns, and I was having a hard time understanding. Suddenly Sally squealed. I turned, and she was holding a dress before her. “This is the one I want,” she said holding up a mostly blue dress with lots of layers. “Good,” mom said. “Hang it up there and come to help Billy pick out his.” Soon both Mom and Sally were flipping through dresses. From time to time they’d hold one up to me. Then Sally squealed again. “This one. It’s like mine only a different color. We’d match.” Mom held a gold gown up to me. “Yes, that is nice. What do you think, Billy?” She steered me to a mirror still holding the dress in front of me so I could see it. I have to admit it was a pretty dress. What was I saying. I wasn’t shopping for a dress. Was I? “OK,” I said. “OK, let's try these on,” Mom said. The attendants helped us into them. Sally was moving to the mirror twirling. “It’s fabulous,” she proclaimed. I took a few tentative steps. There was a lot of dress here. It went almost to the floor, and there were lots of layers. It felt like I was six feet wide. I looked in the mirror. It was a nice dress. “Twirl!” Sally said. I turned slowly. “Twirl!” she repeated. I gave a faster spin around, and the skirt flew out. “They’re great mom,” Sally said. We were led to individual chairs in the salon. A smock was wrapped around each of us, and then they started to work on our hair. Sally’s hair was pretty long, and frankly, I was kind of indifferent about getting my hair cut. Usually, Mom or Dad decided mine had gotten long enough and dragged me to a barber, but mine was unusually long that day. After she was done fussing with my hair, the woman held a plastic mask over my face and did something. “Adding some sparkles,” she said. Then she set at fussing with my face and then painted my nails. My Mom came in and handed them a box. The attendant put fancy slippers on my feet. Soon it was all done. The smock came off, and I was led to a three-way mirror. Holy cow, I was a princess. Sally came over and posed in the mirror next to me. “We’re princesses!” she proclaimed. She grabbed my hands and started to dance. What could I do, but dance with her? My father produced a camera and took our pictures. The attendants came up holding matching tiaras and placed them on our heads. We were a pair. I was starting to enjoy this when the reality hit me. I was a boy, not a princess. Why was I standing here made up like a Disney princess, with a diaper on underneath? I was standing there fuming to myself about the injustice of it all when Sally came up to me with a hurt look on her face. “You don’t want to be my sister?” I was about to say I was her brother, but I melted. I patted the skirts of the dress and touched my tiara. I gave a good spin in the dress and turned back to face Sally and smiled. “Sister.” She smiled back. “Sister!” She threw her arms around me, and we broke into giggles.

So I may have embellished on the Olive Garden because they are talking about building one but I don't know if it fell through or not but I thought I'd add it at the time and haven't heard anymore and the Walmart isn't in "downtown" as in the old downtown but it is in what a lot of people are considering the new downtown. There is a big boom out where they put in the new Walmart so I may have made the wrong description of where it was exactly in town but I figured it might pass. As far as diapers being in their marriage, I ended there because it does leave it up to the reader for the moment, but it also leaves it open to continue the story. I have a general plotline laid out for the story to continue so there may be a sequel but I have to finish my latest book first. Thanks the the compliments as well. I was tired of ABDL ebooks being only about diapers and not focusing on developing characters in a world where diapers aren't everything. Yes diapers are a big part of our lives but they aren't everything and I wanted a character I could relate to. So thanks for that!

One way to keep accountability against potential blackmailers and doxxers is what some people call the "detail swap" method, where a person would change a somewhat minor detail(s) about something before sharing it or allowing it to be shared. Artists and designers do this all the time to protect their intellectual property. For example: if you have pictures of yourself in diapers on your computer, back up the pictures to a flash drive and hide it somewhere very obscure. Then, download some other diaper pictures from somewhere, and mix them in randomly with yours. That way, if someone exposes your diaper pictures along with any downloaded ones, you'll know that they got the pictures from your computer, even if the thief is completely anonymous. (Which can help to track down the theif.) There's endless variations on this strategy, which is what makes it so effective.

Because I want to become totally dual IC, its my kink - no other reason

Hey guys! I am sorry for the long break. Work life and social life have been getting very busy! I am proud to announce that I will finally finish this story. I am sorry for the long delay but here is the next chapter. As always, if there is anything you would like me to add to the story such as themes or any fetish elements then let me know. Otherwise please let me know if there is anything you do or do not like so I can get better with time. Chapter 6 Todd woke up feeling weak and tired but also completely relaxed. He looked around and saw that he was in a giant crib. It seemed to be the exact kind that a baby would sleep in except for it being a lot bigger. As Todd tried to stand up to get out, he hit his head on a ceiling. “What the hell?” he said as he looked up. He then realised that he was completely trapped in the crib. He saw a padlock locking the roof of the crib to the bars of the crib. “Fine, Ill just break this damn thing and get out”, he thought. He started kicking at the bars with both legs. As he started kicking them they would not budge. After the fifth kick, his knees and legs started to throb with pain. He realised that the crib side bars were made of steel and that there was no way to break through it. Todd had been claustrophobic his entire life and being trapped in this confined space started to make him sweat. “I just need to calm down” he thought, “I just need to think this through”. As he started looking around he first noticed his own appearance. He was wearing a thick white diaper, and a legless onesie that snapped on at the crotch. The onesie had a bunch of spaceships and cartoon astronauts on it. He was wearing adult sized blue baby booties. The weirdest thing for him was feeling his legs rub up against themselves. He had never been completely hairless before and feeling them do that was a sensation he had not felt before. He then noticed that his hair was no longer should length but it was cut up to his ears and then he felt his head and noticed that he was wearing a baby bonnet. He also noticed that as he started moving around that his crotch was sliding around the inside of the diaper quite a bit. He felt the inside of his diaper and noticed that it was covered in baby powder and baby lotion. So while the diaper was very tight around his crotch and waist he was still sliding around in it whenever he moved his butt. The unfortunate thing was that Todd had not had any sort of sexual stimulus for the past few days and he was starting to get unbelievably horny. Whenever he would slide in the diaper it would rub up against his dick and it would make him more and more turned on. He couldn’t help himself as he then got on his stomach and started to rub up against the bottom of the crib with his diaper. Every time he would rub his diaper would slickly rub his dick. Todd then started doing this faster and faster. “What am I doing?” he thought, “I cant believe I am getting off to being dressed like a baby”. He then started humping faster and faster. As he was doing this, he started thinking about Katie earlier feeding him the bottle. He started thinking about her changing his diaper and mothering him. As he thought this he became more aroused until finally he had one of the most climatic orgasms of his life. He contorted his body from the sheer pleasure and his vision went away for a second as he flipped on his back and started humping the air and having the diaper rub his dick some more. Once it finally ended, his thoughts finally started coming back to him. He felt like he could actually think now. He started evaluating his surroundings in a new light, now that his sexual passions had been quenched. The room he was in quite large and he started to see other cribs inside of it as well. “I am in the nursery with the other babies” he thought in a panic. He also noticed that a lot of the other babies seemed to be observing him, almost like they understood what was going on. “I am just imagining things. There is no way they know me, I just need to get out”. Todd then buried his head into his pillow and started to weep. Katie and Dr. Solomons were gathered around the computer monitor in her office. They were watching the live security feed of the nursery. Katie could not help but laugh as Todd pathetically started masturbating in his diaper. She watched him climax and in the middle of it heard him moan her name a few times. “Was he thinking of me when he was masturbating?” she thought. They then saw him look around and then start cry in his pillow. “So remind me why we took him out of the baby girl clothes and cut his hair? I was starting to enjoy watching him in baby girl clothing,” She asked. “Simple,” explained Dr. Solomons, for our next phase of punishment, we are going to start administering a chemical compound in his drinks. In order for this compound to work, he will need to start accepting his reality as a helpless baby. That transition will go a lot smoother if he is dressed as his same gender.” “What is the next step?” “He will begin to physically regress, this will begin with him losing muscle mass. He will begin to have the strength of prepubescent male child. Just think Katie, he will be his same height but you will be able to physically dominate him. You will be able to push him around like I am sure he has done to girls in the past. You can do to him what I am sure other men have done to you.” Katie started thinking about it and she started to smile. Katie did not enjoy being cruel but growing up she had been harassed so many times. She was always very pretty in school and so many guys would try to date or have sex with her. When she told boys no then she was a stupid bitch and if she ever said yes and finally had sex then she was a slut. She could never win. But worst of all was when she was in an abusive relationship a few years ago. She had dated a guy who would physically force her to do things she still had a hard time thinking about. Todd reminded her of her former abusive boyfriend and she relished the thought of finally getting payback. “Dr. Solomons, I’m in. What do I do to help him accept his role?” Dr. Solomons smiled.” Its easy, we start treating him nicely. We will start mothering him and nurturing him. Im sure you observed him moaning your name during his climax? Well half the battle is already done. He has already started getting aroused by diapers; he already has started associating you with his diapers and current position. If you start mothering him, he will start thinking of you as such. All he needs is a slight push; Katie if you commit to this you should be physically tougher than him in a day”. Katie smiled evilly.

Moment 3: Hidden Knowledge Joshua grunted and moaned, grasping and the long rod with both hands. Sweat poured down from his head, and he gritted his teeth."Keep going," Albert said. "I'm almost done!"Joshua began to straighten. "Daddy! It aches!""No!" Albert said firmly.Joshua groaned and remained bent over, legs spread behind him. The rod went up and down.Albert strained. "Almost... finished." He arched his back and kept pounding."I can't take it any more!""I'm almost done!" Finally he gasped, then sighed in relief. Fluid poured from him, and Joshua caught it. "Finished," he said. He rested the bar on the shelf, got up and began removing weights. "Thanks for spotting my workout, Joshua.""No problem Daddy," he replied."You know you really shouldn't hold weights with your back bent like that. I'll have to help you with form next time.""Oh I have no intention of being buff. That's your job," Joshua replied and threw a towel to Albert.Albert caught his outstretched wrist and pulled him in closer. He reached behind Joshua and grabbed his butt through his diaper. "Why? Because you like it when I carry you like my little baby?""MMMhmmm" Joshua said. "And not LIKE your like your baby. I AM your baby." He pressed himself up against him."Are you wet?" Albert asked, feeling him."Hmmm yes, I'm wet. VERY wet. But guys don't get wet, they get..." He thought a minute. "Oh you mean the diaper! Yes, it is.""Hello! Anyone home!" A voice came from the kitchen.They both jumped and looked back and forth between each other and the voice. Joshua was wearing only a diaper and a teddy bear t shirt, and he had his pacifier clipped to his chest. Albert was wearing gym clothes and covered with sweat."Who is that?" Josuah asked."Its Stacey! You met her before.""Hello! I hear voices," her footsteps began coming down the hall. Leading Josuha, Albert began to walk as quietly as he could, keeping his diapered boyfriend directly behind him so he wouldn't be seen."Are you in the bedroom?""NO!" Joshua shouted out. Albert turned to him and glared, and he whispered. "My teddies!""Oh, hello," she said, and began walking toward them."You were supposed to clean up your room! You said you did!""I lied ok! It was too difficult!" The bedroom was far from a good place. Joshua mentioned his teddy bears, but left out that he had also been rummaging for clothes to wear and had left piles of diapers and onesies spread on the floor. He had spent the time he claimed he was cleaning playing video games and was hoping to get to it while Albert was showering. "Hello?""HI!" Albert said loudly, and waved. He kept himself squarely in front of Joshua and walked forward toward the bedroom."Hi, sorry if I took you by surprise. There was no answer but the door was unlocked..."Joshua mentally kicked himself. He had gotten the mail and forgot to lock the door."But since we said we'd meet today I figured I'd just come in.""Riiigght right, meeting today, right," Albert said."Yes, I message your cute boyfriend about it, didn't he tell you."Joshua swore outloud."Joshua, is that you?" she said, leaning over to check. Albert turned to block her."Hi!" he said. "Just going to uh... laundry." It was the best lie Joshua could think of. They were at the bedroom door, and he just needed to make it in without being noticed."Oh laundry? Well let me help, I can do it while you too get ready.""NO!" they shouted in unison."WHat?" she said.Albert continued. "I mean, you don't have to do that. It's Joshua's turn to do the laundry. He agreed to do it all this month, actually, and clean the bedrooms.""Meanie," Joshua muttered."ANYWAY," Albert said, hoping she hadn't noticed Joshua's interjection, "Why don't we just talk while he does that? We'll go to, HEY! WHATS THAT!" He pointed behind her.She turned "What?"Joshua wasn't moving."You were supposed to go then!" Albert whispered."Ohhhhh," Joshua said out loud, and began to walk."No not now!" he grabbed Joshua."Not now what?" Stacey said."Uhh, like don't look then. Oh, there it is again!"She looked away and Joshua scrambled into the bedroom."What is he doing?""Its ok, shall we go into the livi..." Joshua was shaking his head vigorously from around the door frame. "Kitchen?" He lead her to the kitchen and began to make coffee, then positioned them so he was facing the bedroom and she was facing away. "Oh, and I was going to ask if there was a bathroom I could use.""Yes, just the one down... by the bed... in the front hall." Joshua was running as quickly as he could. He picked up all the spare diapers and onesies and tucked them into the cabinet. Smiling to himself, he went out of the bedroom.Albert was speaking. "Anyway, I'll still have to GET DRESSED in something more APPROPRIATE.""Right, why are you shouting?"Joshua ran back into the bedroom. He untapped the diaper, sniffed it, and gagged. He threw it into a trash bin and tied the bag shut."Wipes, wipes wipes..." he looked around for something he could wipe himself down with. He eventually settled on an old t shirt he doused with a water bottle and added it to his laundry pile. He sorted through his clothes and found underwear, a pair of overalls, and a blue t shirt which he threw on, then grabbed a sweater."Yes so Joshua is just doing the LAUNDRY, as we said."He ran back into the bedroom, grabbed the basked, and ran out. He rushed, and tripped over the corner of the wall, and face planted in the kitchen. The laundry spilled everywhere. "Oooff," he shouted."Oh my god, are you ok?" Stacey asked. "Let me help you up.""NO!" they both shouted in unison."He's fine. Here, do you want some coffee," Albert said and turned her away from him. "Its so nice of your boyfriend to take care of things while we talk. He's such a sweetheart. And its so cute how he just runs everywhere and wears his pastel shirts and overalls. Such a free spirit""Yes, he is," Albert smiled. He took out his phone and messaged Joshua. "Overalls and baby blue?" The overalls were something they often used in play, but they agreed was 'passable' in public if they weren't with people they knew."It was rushing! Time constraints!" came the reply."I hope he did tell you I was coming. We talked about it a few days ago, and I messaged him again this morning.""Of course he did. Why would any responsible adult forget to say such a thing.""HEY!" Joshua shouted from the basement. He was banging around vigorously with the washing machine."Well, then you know we were planning to have brunch, then hang out here and see a movie later.""Of course.""Soooo... I'm guessing the foods in the fridge?""Oh... uhhh.... we were planning on eating out. Joshua's treat.""HEY!" he shouted again."I thought he got his money from you until he finished his degree?""No, he'll pay me back, trust me."Joshua came back up, panting. "Done!" he said."You did all of it? I mean, its all locked in the machine?""Yes Da... D'Albert. I've been studying French. That wasn't good french.""Great! I'm just going to use the bathroom.""WAIT!" Joshua shouted. "Let me get the garbage first."Why is that important?" she paused as Joshua ran first to the bathroom, then to the bedroom, and took out garbage bags. "He sure runs a lot."A moment later Joshua was sitting in the kitchen, sipping coffee, while the other two were each in the bathroom. Stacey came out first and sat in front of him. She picked up the coffee she had been sipping earlier and drank from it. "So how have you been Joshua?""Great uh...""Stacey.""Stacey.""Thanks for inviting me over."Joshua stared at her for a moment. "No problem!" he finally said.She smiled. "Has Albert been treating you well? He being nice to you?""Not always! Just the other day he... Yes, yes he has been.""Great. So, I noticed your laundry. You had some very colorful clothes in there. I don't think I've seen you wear those before sweetie. They are very cute.""Yes, they are my... sis..."She raised her eyebrows and Joshua wondered how much of her family he had told her about before."Cousin.""Why are you doing your cousins laundry?"Uhhh... do you want a drink?""I'm already drinking coffee, cutie.""Oh... I uh..."She smiled.Albert came out a minute later, fully dressed. "Ready to go?" he said."Yes!" Joshua shouted excitedly. "I mean, yes," he said in a deeper, slower voice. He pulled the sweater over his head. They got dressed by the door and Albert checked Joshua over while Stacey went outside. They walked through the cold air and into Albert's car. Joshua and Stacey both got in the back, and Albert got in the front and turned the heat on. They began to take their coats and sweaters off."Nice of you to sit back here to keep me company sweetie," Stacey said."Yes that is exactly what I did," Joshua said."You were running around a lot there! You didn't forget anything, did you?""No, I don't think so."She leaned in close to him. "Are you sure you didn't forget something.""Uhh, yeah," he said."I think you forgot something.""What?" he said nervously.She put a hand on his chest, then pushed something into his mouth. Joshua's eyes went cross, then wide."You forgot your adorable pacifier was still clipped to your clothes, little one. Hey Albert, do you have another one of your boyfriend's diapers? From the look on his face, I think the baby just wet himself."Albert swore and almost swerved the car. A few things- If you follow Joshua's clothing changes, you'll see he switched from his t shirt and diaper to shirt and overalls in the bedroom, and grabbed a sweater. The pacifier was attached to him then. Albert usually checks him over before they leave anywhere for that exact reason, but he put his sweater on before leaving, so it was missed, and took it off in the car. This means during his first conversation with Stacey, he had it on his chest and didn't notice, hence her smiling and joking with him. Stacey was aware before this date. She wasn't ABDL, but is fine with it. I'm not going to say the extent to which she knew, but somewhere between realizing Albert pretty well took care of Joshua to having actually seen him in diapers and knew about the kink. She also thought Joshua was cute due to his personality, so its possible she just guessed something was odd earlier and was fine with what she saw. She deliberately messaged Joshua knowing he'd forget as she found it funny to set up situations like this and make them scramble. Finally, Joshua was spanked later that day. Albert insists it wasn't related, but Joshua has his doubts. I really hope someone misunderstood the first portion at first. Comments and critiques appreciated!

Hey everyone! I'm glad you've all been enjoying this! Chapter 11 is here! Haven't yet decided if I will end it at Chapter 12 or make Chapter 13, but I will say again that we're nearing the end of the story between Michael and Erica. I hope you enjoy. Chapter 11 You have no idea how badly I wanted to tell Michael that I loved him before he left, and how close I was to suggesting that he just stay with me for the weekend, or how much I wanted to tell him that I'd do my best to be the greatest caretaker he hoped to experience...but I felt it may not have been fair, given he was pretty emotional at the time. That, and I wasn't quite ready to take on the role yet. After all, being the research geek that I am, I needed some more time to prepare. I thought of and jotted down many different ideas that would most likely help Michael overcome his past trauma and bring us a little closer together. When we gamed together last time, he felt very close to me, and opened right up. How on Earth could I bring him to that safe space, while bringing out his other safe space and keeping him there? Going back to his fetish community page, I studied the hell out of any relevant posts I could find about his wants and needs, while also doing more research on the various types of caregivers that were out there. Clearly, he didn't like being degraded or treated meanly, but he apparently liked being teased within reason. He also said he did everything in his diapers. He also liked being coddled and occasionally cooed over, playfully forced into being diapered by what can only be best described as a mischievous but loving woman...so me, in a nutshell! Of course, this person also had to be more of a babysitter or mommy-type, and I knew I could fit the bill of either (hell, maybe both, if we were going to switch it up). Granted, I knew that reality doesn't always meet the expectations the fantasy sets, but it didn't mean it couldn't be enjoyable, or at least pretty darn close. I lurked around the fetish community board, digging deeper and deeper into the lifestyle as a whole, including how some people act while in “little space”, as they called it. Michael had previously told me that he fell somewhere between acting cutesy while also having the tendency of being turned on. Luckily, there was an entire forum thread strictly about that. Now you're probably dying to know what my little plan was for Michael. It was, in all respects, the riskiest, biggest gamble I'd ever taken in my life. This would make or break our relationship. You see, my plan was to have (or I guess, in this case, sort of force) Michael bring me to the aforementioned other safe space and let me stay there with him, showing him that I was okay with it, and that he'd be okay there with me. Sure, it was a bit of a rash decision, and sure, the risks were all there: maybe he'd downright refuse, maybe he'd like it at first and then get up and leave again, maybe I wouldn't be able to handle larger diaper changes or different behaviors Michael might have displayed. But, the reward, or at least, the possibility of the reward, far outweighed the risk. He'd overcome his fears, I'd be fully let in with no place else to go, and it'd show him how much I cared for his well-being. Anyone outside of the situation would've thought I was crazy, jumping right into a fetish that I had little to no experience in, but it did sound like it'd be fun, and it wasn't too difficult for me to grasp the general concept: Michael, a man, likes and wants to be treated in certain babyish ways, by someone like me, a woman, and tends to get pretty turned on by the whole thing. I'd put my best game face on and keep the open mind I had been keeping all the way up to that point. I figured about two to three days would be perfect for us; we could take breaks from the diapers and stuff like that if needed, but could go back into it whenever we wanted. I wanted to explore every aspect of this as much as he wanted someone to participate with him in all of it (with some terms of my own, of course). But how would I convince him to understand that I wasn't doing this all for him, and that a lot of this had to do with my own curiosity and my own need to make the guy feel better? Unbeknownst to Michael, I'd researched for about four days, before and after work, and even on my lunch breaks. He and I had texted and even called each other a few times over those four days, but I told him nothing about my plan, and he really didn't ask if or when I'd be done thinking things over. That Wednesday night after work, I called Michael. “Oh, hey, Erica.” Michael answered after a couple of rings. “Michael McMichaleson,” I replied, making him laugh, “what's up?” “Just finishing up putting leftovers away. What about you?” “Well I was planning global domination, but a cup of coffee with white chocolate caramel creamer talked me down.” “I'm glad you chose not to begin global conquest this evening.” “Maybe on day...anyway, is this a good time to talk?” “Definitely. I don't have anything going on tonight.” Should I ask him to talk about this in person? I immediately second-guessed myself. Biting the bullet, I stuck with my gut and opted to do this over the phone. “Okay, good. I've done some thinking over the past few days, Michael. I'm glad you've been so patient and that we've been able to talk more since Saturday. And I'm really glad you opened up to me about what happened in the past.” “M-me, too. And I'm glad you gave me the chance to talk after I did something dumb.” He said shyly on the other end. “Same here. But, anyway,” I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before I continued, “I've thought about you, about me, and about where to go from here.” “A-and?” I think he thought this was the end, or that I'd tell him I didn't want to pursue the possibility of actually being with him. “And I'm about to ask something of you that I know will probably surprise you, maybe even scare you a bit, but I feel like this may really be the only way for us to see what happens. I promise I'm not gonna get mad with whatever you decide.” There was another long pause as I thought about how to put this. “I think it's time we put little Mikey in his diaper,” probably wouldn't have been a good approach, and neither would, “I'm coming over and diapering you for a two or three day binge so we can get through this together.” I just hoped that the powers that be, whatever they were, would help me say the right words. “Go on, I'm listening.” “I want to go all in on this with you for a little while.” “Like, you mean, all in as in boyfriend and girlfriend?” “No, as in I want you to be your full self with me, diapers, bottles, pacifiers, and all. Now before you even say anything or get nervous, just hear me out for a second, okay?” There was a brief moment of silence, but I'm guessing it was because he was so surprised by my idea. “Okay.” “You know I'm one of the most curious people on the planet, and if I don't satiate that curiosity, it drives me crazy. I know you've been treated very poorly in the past and that you've been trying to overcome your guilt and apprehensions about your fetish as a result of that bad experience. I think it would be beneficial for both of us to not coax it out, and to just take it head-on, together. Let me show you that I'm okay with you and who you are, and I'll let you show me that side of you that you desire to be when you're with someone you like.” “And you're sure it'll work?” “No,” I sighed, “I'm hopeful it'll work, and I know it's breaking some boundaries since we're not officially in a relationship together or anything. But, the way I see it, this is pretty new to me as far as experiencing it goes, and because you're still a bit nervous about doing this in front of someone, we can face it together. Might be a bit awkward at first, but I did some research-” “-of course you did!” Michael couldn't help but laugh. “-of course I did,” I chuckled back, “and while I may have never taken care of a grown man who likes being treated babyishly before, I think I've got the general idea down.” “A-and by all in, how, um, how far are we going?” “However far you go when you're itty bitty Michael...and maybe a bit further if there's something I'm curious about or want to try with you. Diapers and diaper changes, feedings, burpings, even the sexual side of things, certainly don't bother me. I'm very well-versed in babysitting, and you're so easy to tease and make blush that I'm really hopeful that it'll bring us even closer together. Just keep in mind that I may switch between a babysitter role and a mommy role, as I truly don't know which one I'm most comfortable with yet, even though both sound equally enjoyable.” “So pretty much, this is going to be a 'screw it, let's cut to the chase' method. But...what if it doesn't work out? What happens then?” Michael asked, a hint of uneasiness in his voice. “Then,” I sighed once more, “anything is possible, really. If we both enjoy this but we're not comfortable pursuing a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship together, then we could attempt to keep it strictly a friendship with the possibility of a side of the fetish involved. Or, we could remain just friends, and you can talk to me as much as you want or need about everything. However, there's always a chance that we may go our separate ways because it gets too awkward, even though I really don't foresee that happening. You've trusted me with so much already, and I can promise you a million times over that I will do nothing to make you feel out of place or insecure. In fact, I can promise that it'll be fun!” “I'll admit that it does sound fun, even if I'm still a little shy about it.” “Hey, I'm a little shy about it, too, but then again, so is the first time people do anything together, isn't it?” “You do have a point there.” “Just keep in mind that if you choose to go through with this, then there are only a few things I'm going to ask from you.” “Oh?” “Yes. The first is that you just tell me when you're not sure about something, even if if it's the slightest hint of uneasiness. We can talk through it, or try doing something else. No running this time, okay?” Michael agreed, and I continued. “The second is that while I've researched the heck out of this, and some of your fantasies are blatantly posted out there, I still may need a few cues from you as far as the type of personality you're looking for. So if you want me to be more teasing than nurturing, then tell me. However, the flip side to that is I may do the same with you. There may be things I want from you that I'll communicate with you as well.” “I can definitely do that. I'm curious to know what else you've researched, though.” “Hmm, I could spoil the surprise, but I won't.” “You're killin' me again.” Michael giggled, before continuing our conversation. “But in all seriousness, I understand. Anything else?” “Yes, and this one is the most important of them all. The third and final thing I'm going to ask from you, is that you trust me, and in return, I will trust you. This means you'll trust me that I'm okay with this, and I'll trust you that if you're going ahead with whatever part of you we're exploring, then you're okay with it. It's okay to be nervous, but if you're really not confident or think something it too much, then I don't want you to just pretend you're okay with it. We're exploring together. Again, this is if you even make the choice to go this route with me.” “I can agree to all of that, Erica. I promise. And you said two to three days? Like does that mean we'll be exploring the fetish for that long?” “To answer your first question: yes. That means you probably have to take a day off of work. Whether that's a Friday though Sunday deal or a Saturday through Monday deal, is up to you. I'm cool either way. And I'm also cool with wherever we are going to be doing this, so either my place or yours. To answer your second question: I don't imagine us being fully enveloped in it the entire time, but for as long as we want to or feel the need to. Doesn't mean we can't take breaks or play video games or go out to eat or anything if we need to get out for a bit. And no, that doesn't mean I'm expecting you to wear diapers outside of wherever we're doing this.” “Good to know. I can't say I've ever gone more than half a day wearing or doing anything, but that's usually because I get bored after a while of doing things on my own. And my place might be a bit more convenient for us since all of the stuff is there.” “I had a feeling that'd be the case,” I chuckled, “so...is that a yes, then? It's okay if it isn't, or if you need more time to think about it. Just remember that this is an us thing. Not just about you, and not just about me.” The 10 seconds of silence felt like an eternity. Would he back out? Would he need time to think about it? Would he agree to it and then not show up at all, leaving my obsessive curiosity to drive me crazy for months to come? Would this be the end of us altogether? Maybe he didn't trust me enough yet. For being so forthcoming, I didn't think I was (and certainly hoped I wasn't) being too harsh on the demands. Without any hesitation or uncertainty in his voice, Michael finally responded with an, “I'm in.” Honestly, I wasn't expecting him to answer yes without giving it more thought, let alone answering it so firmly! “Really? You're sure?” I asked. “Positive. I promise. You've done nothing to hurt me or wrong me, and I'll be cursing myself a hundred times over if I walk away and ask myself, 'what if...' forever.” This made me so terribly happy, and excited, and nervous (in a good way!). “I'm glad to hear that, Michael, and I promise this will be all sorts of fun, and exciting, and healing, all at the same time.” “I'll only ask something in return, and that is that, um, you don't get too impatient if I'm really shy at times. Like I'll tell you when I'm shy, but I may need some, um, cuddling, or just a hug and kiss, or...lots of hugs and kisses?” I wanted to jump through the phone and gush over him right then and there! So. Freakin'. Adorable! I'm sure he could hear the excitement in my voice, too, as I responded. “You'll be drowning in them when I'm done with you!” I smiled, making Michael giggle a bit. “But seriously, I promise I'll be as gentle and patient as possible whenever you're feeling shy or nervous.” “Thank you, Erica. I think this'll be something new and fun for both of us to explore.” “Oh, it definitely will be! I know it's Wednesday, did you want to plan it for this weekend, given we can both get the time off? We could always wait til' next weekend.” “I could probably get Monday off, so let's plan for this weekend, and if for some reason I can't, we'll push it to next weekend.” “Sounds good to me. I won't have any issue getting time off, as I rarely use my PTO. And thank you for keeping an open mind, Michael. I have a really good feeling about this.” “Good. And honestly, after hour talk last weekend, so do I. I'll let you know tomorrow if I can get the time off, Erica.” “Okay, great!” “I know!” Michael exclaimed, before giggling shyly once more. “Alright then, my dude,” I sang before caving in to letting a joke slip, “I'll hear from you tomorrow then. I can't wait to get the itty bitty baby bear to come out!” Based on Michael's timid laugh, I could tell he was blushing once more. We said our goodbyes, and would have to wait just a little longer before we'd know which weekend would work better. That was fine, however, as I wanted to get some things ready for the big event! You know, a new pair of silky blue panties and matching bra, some intoxicating perfume, maybe even a little something for the soon to be little Michael, just to further instill in him that I would be right there with him. After our phone call, I did exactly that, taking a quick drive to the local shopping plaza and picking up my items first. What did I get Michael, you ask? Why, a baby blue pacifier with...get this...a baby blue teddy bear on it! It was perfect! Granted, it may have been a little small for him, but I made sure the nipple was a little bigger to make it easier for him to keep it in. I had no doubt he'd love it and turn deep red just from the sight of it! Now we'd just have to put in our time off and wait. The next day, I took both the Monday and Friday of the following week off, letting my boss know I might cancel the request depending on what day my “appointment” was. It wasn't a problem, so I was guaranteed to get either day to work for the plan, and texted Michael immediately. It took him some time, but eventually, I got a text message back. “Awesome sauce! I got this Monday off! All systems go!” Michael's message read. “Please don't ever use the term 'awesome sauce' again! But woo-hoo!” “You're no fun,” he wrote back with an emoji sticking its tongue out, “but YES! Come over whenever you want this weekend.” I smirked as I read this, choosing to push my luck a little further. Maybe it was just my curiosity really nagging at me, or maybe it was that I wanted to see Michael again, or maybe it was that I was a bit eager to get the weekend started. I didn't know, and I didn't care. “Would you be opposed to me coming over Friday night?” I'd have been patient if he had turned me down, but still hoped he'd give us an extra night. “A little eager, aren't we?” he replied with a winking emoji, “But sure! I may be home a little later since I want to pick up some food and stuff, but that should be fine!” “Yay! I'll make it up to you, I promise. And remember, no backing out of this, or I'll kick your butt!” “There will be no backing out or kicking of butts this weekend! Except...maybe in a video game or two!” “Dork! I'll see you on Friday!” If you think a few days of having little to no contact with someone you frequently talked to was agonizing, try waiting one day before you're about to embark on a fun/scary/exciting/(insert other appropriate adjective here) adventure with someone you've grown rather fond of! Longest. Thursday. Ever. But, we made it, and after the 24 hours that felt like a week, Friday afternoon was here! When I got home from work, I hurriedly packed my things into a bag; clothing, new sexy lingerie and perfume, hygiene necessities, Michael's new adorable pacifier, all that fun stuff. This was it! The journey into the unknown that truly had no definitive outcome as of yet! Despite not being super religious, I still said a quick prayer, filled my head with all sorts of positive vibes, and started getting into the mindset that Michael was going to be under my care for the weekend, and he'd be experiencing one of the coolest babysitters (and possibly mommies) ever. Hey, call me conceited, but I have a proven track record with babysitting! Obviously with Michael, there'd be a few alterations, but nothing I thought I couldn't handle. When I got to Michael's place, I picked up the pace, walking faster from the car to his door, giving it a firm knock. The door opened pretty quickly, and Michael greeted me with a big smile, hug, and kiss. We squeezed each other a bit, and he let me in, before locking the door. One thing I noticed was that the blinds of his windows were all shut, most likely to keep things private. He was a smart cookie. “Talk about a long 24 hours!” Michael giggled, to which I nodded. “You're telling me. It's like Father Time knew this was going to happen and wanted to torture us for just a bit more!” “Most likely. I just hope the weekend doesn't go by as fast.” “Something tells me it won't! Oh! And,” I said, plopping my bag down and opening it, revealing the new game system I'd programmed a couple of weeks before, “I brought this. I think we need a little rematch.” “I won't go easy on you, this time!” “What? Don't tell me you did last time?!” I set the system back down before folding my arms. “Well, m-maybe at first! Didn't know what kinda gaming skill you had right away.” Michael replied meekly. “Ohhh really? Well, now you know.” I booped his nose playfully, making him blush. “That I do! Come on, you can bring your bag into my room.” With a nod, I carried my stuff and followed Michael to his bedroom, where he told me to just set my bag in the corner. Being sly, I crouched down and rifled through the bag, telling him I was just making sure I had everything I needed for the weekend. He told me we could just stop at the store if I forgot anything, but I told him I was all set, while secretly pulling the baby blue pacifier out and putting it in my front pocket. My shirt was long enough to conceal my pocket's contents, and Michael didn't seem to notice. When I stood back up, I turned to face Michael, motioning for him to come closer. He did so with a smile, blushing more as I opened my arms wide, wrapping them gently around him and giving him another big hug and kiss. “I'm glad you chose to do this with me, Michael. I know I said it on the phone, but it'll be okay, I promise. All of it will be okay. If you're scared, tell me. If you're happy, tell me. If you're excited, tell me...or I guess, you'll probably show me. I'll take good care of you.” I giggled. Michael chuckled shyly and nodded with a blush. “After last weekend, I'm much more calm about everything, even if I am just a tad bit nervous.” he admitted. “And that's okay! We will take our time. I've got some ideas to help through the initial awkwardness, too.” “Y-you do?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “I do, I do,” I smiled, “but I won't tell you what they are right away, unless...you're ready. Are you ready?” “Ohh, right now?” “Yes, right now. You know I'm a curious woman, and you know how crazy it drives me. I want to see this side of you and what it does to you in the best-case scenario. Now, are you ready?” Michael leaned in and kissed me on the lips, before hugging me once more, whispering in my ear, “I'm ready.” Babysitter mode: activate! “Hmmm, is that so?” I whispered back. “Well, I don't know if you are ready, mister. From what I see, you're still in big boy attire. I can't babysit little Mikey if he's not in his diaper, now can I?” I smiled as I spoke to him, watching his cheeks burn so very red with embarrassment, making me smirk. He shook his head shyly, smiling big. Putting a hand on my hip, I took a quick step back, teasing him a bit more. “Well then, I guess babysitter Erica better make sure her little guy's all dressed up properly while he's under my care, huh?” Judging by how entranced Michael appeared, it looked like we were slipping into our roles pretty quickly. I continued to smile and kiss him between talking to him, the physical cues letting him know I was still okay with everything, and also to help me check on how he was doing. “Y-yes, Erica.” “Erica, or Miss Erica is fine, itty bitty bear, okay?” I cooed, eliciting a big nod and smile from Michael, “Now, I think it's time we get little man into his diaper!”

A good start. I'm looking forward to see what else Ranamon has in store for her little Takuyamon. I love stories where humans are being "adopted" by other species like Digimon and Pokemon.

Remember if pledge $8 or more on Patreon you can click here to vote in the poll and determine what happens next. Patrons can also check out the penultimate chapter of The Descent right now. Get access to this story and a whole lot more for just $5 a month. If you want to read Zatanna's dialogue the right way around, copy and paste it here. “Oh my God.” Supergirl exclaimed, walking down the street in a state of awe and horror. Across the barrier, it was like a different world. Everywhere they looked, women in their 20’s and 30’s were waddling down the street in diapers the size of beach balls or being pushed along in strollers by their husbands, boyfriends, or parents. Their outfits we’re finely tailored and better suited for the denizens of a nursery school then for any fashion conscious young woman, and Kara couldn’t help staring at the array of adorable party dresses, onesies, bonnet, booties and more in a variety of soft pastel colours. It wasn’t just the residents that had undergone a change... seemingly over night, Wolfe industries had rolled out a line of “adult infant” products, designed to help people cope with the situation they had created... and a corresponding line of advertisements, which were now appearing on seemingly two out of every three billboards and bus stops in the neighbourhood. Wonder Woman frowned in disapproval... each advertisement featured a beautiful young woman, often in a state of undress, and seemed designed to present them in the most helpless, infantile light imaginable... Wolfe’s deranged philosophy on women on display once again, she thought grimly. “This is...” Batgirl trailed off, watching a twenty year old toddler waddle down the street in her shorty-pant overalls at the end of a leash being held by a young man, most likely her husband. Her bulging diaper gave her an exaggerated pear shape, and as she toddled on by, sucking her soother with a cheerfully blank expression, Batgirl felt a dizzying sense of confusion... and anger. This is what Wolfe wants to do to us, she thought, fury overshadowing the vague fear she felt in the back of her mind-- after all, inviting a gaggle of superheroines was a rather large risk... Barbara was certain Wolfe wouldn’t take that kind of chance if he didn’t have something up his sleeve. The heroines scanned the area, grimly surveying the fate that Wolfe had planned for them... for the women of the world... if they failed. From his HQ, Wolfe watched events unfolding on the bank of monitors he’d had installed. On top of the numerous cameras he’d hidden around the test zone, he also had drones of various sizes that could track the action from the air. Furthermore, he could utilize any phone with Wolfe brand software to spy on almost anyone... meaning that it was simple for him to see the action from almost any angle. He watched carefully, warm pride welling inside him when he saw how well his system was working... he watched the heroines taking in their surroundings with shock and anger, his monitors displaying every detail of his adversaries in glorious HD, his computers providing analysis of their expressions and body language. Wonder Woman was beginning to speak... he turned up his volume, not wanting to miss what was coming next. “Zatanna,” Diana said at last, her voice strong and firm. “Can you detect any interference with your abilities?” “Everything seems to be normal,” Zatanna responded after a moment’s concentration. “Is it possible to teleport us directly to Wolfe’s building? Could he have the capability to disrupt your abilities?” Zatanna smiled with confidence bordering on smugness. As the daughter of one of earth’s most powerful magicians, she’d grown up around magic, immersed in it’s culture, and she’d mastered it while still a youth. It wasn’t for nothing that she was known as the Mistress of Magic, and in her estimation, technology was highly overrated. “I think that’s highly unlikely, Wonder Woman.” Diana sighed. There was a risk, of course-- Wolfe may have found a way to interfere with Zatanna’s abilities in some way... or maybe he’d prepared for the eventuality and set a trap. It seemed unlikely that he hadn’t prepared for such an eventuality... but the sooner we can put this madness to bed, she thought, surveying their surroundings grimly, the sooner we can start getting things back to normal around here. She gave Zatanna a determined look. “Do it.” Unknown to the heroines, Wolfe was listening in to their conversation with glee. What Zatanna had said was true, of course... there was no way for him to interfere directly with her powers, even with the most advanced technology available to him... ...But what the overconfident mistress of magic had failed to anticipate was the possibility of someone taking control of the source of her powers-- her voice. Several weeks before, Wolfe had slipped one of his people onto the kitchen staff at Justice League HQ, and he had been adding something extra to Zatanna’s meals. A harmless saline solution... each one containing a minute dose of nitrites. Slowly but surely, the nanites had set up shop on her vocal cords and in the speech centers in her brain. As a result, the mighty Zatanna, one of the most powerful magic users on earth and one of the most potent weapons in Wonder Woman’s arsenal, was now, totally unbeknownst to her, completely under his control. He watched on the monitors, Zatanna raising her hands to the sky, inhaling deeply, concentrating, readying her spell. Boy, is she in for a surprise, Wolfe thought, chuckling mischievously and entering in the words the beautiful heroine was about to speak. The women gathered around the magician, watching the woman with silent respect (except Harley, who rubbed her roasted rump ruefully, still fuming over being given the hot seat treatment.) Clearing her mind, Zatanna gathered her concentration, ignoring the small pain that had developed in her head, chalking it up to stress. Gathering her magical energies inside her, she visualized her intent, translating it into a string of words in her mind, and began to speak: “Esaelp srepaid otni nrut sremoolb.” She allowed herself a little smile, the oddly pleasurable tickle of energy rising from somewhere deep inside her, the magic rippling outward, making her intent a reality. Opening her eyes, she awaited the slow, blurring shift in scenery that would mark her spell activating and moving them where she wanted them to go, frowning when it never came. Instead a strange shiver ran through her body... the lovely magician felt a vague dread rising inside her-- especially when she noticed her comrades looking at her strangely. Something was wrong, though at first she wasn’t sure what... there seemed to be something happening with her costume, it appeared to be getting... tighter somehow. Standing nearby, Diana could only watch, first fascinated, then horrified when she noticed something seemed to be happening to the lower half of Zatanna’s costume... like her bloomers were inflating, she realized, pulsating and growing beneath her. With a cry of anguish, Zatanna looked down in time to see her ass inflating behind her like a balloon, a familiar, plastic crinkle filling her ears, the fabric transforming before her eyes into thick, crinkly plastic. It was really happening, she realized, the bulk between her thighs increasing rapidly, until she could no longer bring her legs together... she had no idea how she could have botched the spell so badly, but the truth was undeniable... the lower half of her costume had transformed into a bulky plastic adult Pamper! Shocked and horrified, her eyes brimming with tears, she looked to her alarmed friends, stuttering as she tried to explain herself. “I...” she began in a shaky voice. But she cut herself off, her expression going momentarily blank as the nanites in her brain received a new order from Wolfe, which passed it along to her mouth and vocal cords: “Eiseno a emoceb emutsoc!” she barked, the words oddly inhuman. Instantly, her costume began to move and shimmy on her body, the fishnets evaporating from her legs, her jacket melting, running together with her faux tuxedo, wriggling on her body, changing shape and colour, folding itself up between her legs and over the front of her diaper, until she was left wearing a silly pink onesie, better suited to a two year old, the pamper beneath still filling out, bulging and straining against the fabric of her new outfit, Wonder Woman watching with distaste as three rows of frills bloomed across the bulky seat. As a ridiculous cherry on top, her top hat softened and shifted, transforming itself into a matching and very frilly bonnet atop her head. “Diana,” she managed, her voice choked, looking at Wonder Woman with desperation and humiliation written all over her face, “help... me!” “Keep her from speaking!” Diana ordered her troops. Batgirl made a move towards Zatanna... but Wolfe was ready, nearly laughing out loud when he entered a new command into his console. A strange, vacant look came over Zatanna’s face, and Barbara swore she saw the magician’s eyes flare with electrical energy as she began to speak: “Aehrraid teg lrigtaB,” she intoned eerily, her body tingling with magical energy as her command was made reality. Instantly, Barbara doubled over, gasping and clutching her abdomen. “OhmyGod!” Batgirl cried, her guts twisting painfully. Her eyes widened behind her cowl, sweat popping out on her forehead as she felt the contents of her bowels turn to liquid inside her. Instantly, her colon filled with a fetid mix of gas and semi-solid mess, with more descending at a steady pace. Instantly, everything was forgotten, and Batgirl’s entire world narrowed down to just one thought-- she had to find somewhere to relieve herself... before she messed her costume! Reaching beneath her cape, she pressed her hand against her spandex clad booty, and clenching her buns as tightly as she could, she hobbled down the nearest alley. Her desperation had already reach critical levels, and finding a toilet was out of the question. Pushing her tights down to her knees and flipping her cape out of the way, she sat her bare butt on top of the nearest garbage can and promptly began having a huge, noisy bowel movement, her rump opening up to spatter the container below in muddy poo-poo. But Barbara’s problems were of secondary concern to Wonder Woman, who watched with a sinking feeling as one of her most powerful assets transformed herself into an overgrown infant right before her eyes. If it wasn’t obvious before that this mission wouldn’t be easy, it certainly was now. From his HQ, Wolfe watched the scene with growing amusement, cheerfully recording and uploading the footage to the eager internet audience. He made sure he had his electronic eyes on Batgirl, who was still grunting and farting out a noisy, mushy load into the trashcan below her, her face a hilarious mix of shock and humiliation... the little priss looked like she could hardly believe her dainty little hiney could made such unladylike noises! But the main attraction, of course, was the former Mistress of Magic, who’s transformation was nearly complete-- Wolfe simply had to deliver one more command to finalize her regression and eliminate her as a threat in one fell swoop. Smiling at his own brilliance, he typed in one final command and hit enter. The women watched Zatanna’s metamorphosis in slack jawed horror. The magician snivelled and cried, tears streaming down her face. She’d been so cocky about her abilities, so damn sure they could never be turned against her. Yet here she stood, defeated, humiliated in front of a group of her peers... and the worst of it was, she’d done it all to herself. But the worst was yet to come. Against her will, she found herself forming a thought that she was positive had been planted there from somewhere else... but that knowledge did nothing to help her fight it off. “Help me!” she was able to cry, feeling her magic tingling throughout her body as she prepared once again to intone a magic spell that was not of her creation or intent. “For God’s sake, please someone do something!” she said, helpless tears streaming down her face, her vocal cords beginning to vibrate into action as her mouth involuntarily formed the words: “Ybab tludA na emoceb annataZ!!!!” She screamed involuntarily, the backwards sentence breaking free of her mouth totally beyond her will. She felt the magic welling up in her body, it’s power being turned in against itself. She shuddered, the change rippling through her, altering her in ways that weren't perceptible to the naked eye, but were absolute and irrevocable. She felt herself changing, her memories fading like an old photo, hordes of hard earned knowledge simply evaporating from her brain. She wailed and cried, her face wet with tears, even as the source of her upset became dimmer with every passing moment, her mind rapidly emptying itself of all the information she’d gathered since the age of two. Soon, the adult portions of her mind had been utterly erased... including the ability to speak that she needed to fix it. It didn’t matter, anyway-- in seconds, the spell had done it’s work, leaving the mighty, magical Zatanna standing, weeping uncontrollably, her mind emptied, her diaper bulging against the soft, tight material of her onesie... just like a real baby. Her sexy, womanly body providing a stark contrast to the babyish onesie with it’s positively infantile diaper bulging beneath it, Zatanna threw her head back and wailed helplessly, tears streaming down her face. Her friends looked on in horror, powerless to help her, for all their mighty strength, as she pissed herself with a loud hissing. What should Wonder Woman do next? Continue towards Wolfe’s HQ Buy supplies for Zatana Send Harley to check on Batgirl Click here to vote now!

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.

Here is the latest part! <3 “That is my apartment building,” she said as she pointed to a tall building a few blocks away from where they got off the bus. It wasn’t the fanciest of buildings, but the rent was cheap, and the rooms weren’t half-bad. Though she was saving up to move out one of these days, first she was trying to work her way up in the restaurant. She had been there for a few years, and the managers love her, she was technically in a supervising position – but there were talks about opening a new restaurant, and she would be the owner of the new one. This was an excellent opportunity for her; she would finally be able to afford her own place and live a comfortable life…and be able to provide all sorts of new toys for her playmates. “Are you sure about this?” She asked, pausing as she turned to look at the little boy before her. Once those doors closed, she didn’t want to open them back up until she was completely satisfied in every sense of the word. If he were going to chicken out mid-way, she would rather not even play. “I’m sure…but…” he took a deep breath, his eyes darting away from her, unable to hold her gaze for very long. “I should have you know that I’ve never done this before…” “Never got off the bus with a stranger?” “No! I mean, yes. But, I meant…any of this…” Anabelle decided not to say anything until they were in a quiet area. Although she fantasized about all the fun things she could do in public, she knew better than to participate in them openly. As soon as they got into the building and in the elevator, she spoke as she pressed the number 5. “Do you mean like someone changing your diaper or…” She crossed her arms and eyed him, waiting for him to answer her. “Ummm…everything…” he mumbled under his breath and looked down, apparently ashamed of his virgin-status, but he had no idea how much it made her want to attack him right then and there. “That’s so adorable.” “You don’t have to tease me about it,” he mumbled under his breath, she put a finger under his chin and pulled up forcing him to look at her right in the eyes. She pressed her lips against his. The elevator door opened up, and she took a step out. “You can either come and join me…or you can still leave. It is up to you.” She held out her hand to him, wanting to give him another chance to bail if he wanted too. This time he didn’t hesitate though and grabbed her hand walking out of the elevator doors. “Hmm, I’m glad you didn’t leave.” She whispered as she held his hand as they made their way to her room. It was an average apartment. If you walked into the doors, you would not suspect what was hidden under beds, in the closets, or locked drawers. It was a pretty small one bedroom apartment, but it did what it needed to do. “Home sweet home,” Anabelle said as she put her stuff down as she turned over to Daniel. She wanted to make him feel comfortable. Just because she was a domme, didn’t mean she didn’t care about her toys. “Do you want something to drink?” She asked as she opened the fridge. “Yeah, I’ll have some water.” He said nervously as he looked around, almost as if he was half-expecting to walk into some dungeon. It was pretty adorable. She threw him a bottle of water as she told him to place his backpack on the chair and to sit on the couch and that they needed to talk before they got down to business. “I know this is your first time,” Anabelle said as she sat down across from him, sitting with her legs slightly apart, so he could get a good look at her nice black pair of panties, “but I need to know that you’re 100% okay with anything that I do. I will not do anything to hurt you or give you pain. I’m more into degrading and humiliation. Of course, I don’t want you to think you can’t even walk out this door right now if you wanted too. But, I will be disappointed. So I perhaps a safe word would be the best for you right now, which I believe should be pineapple for this session. Is everything sounding okay for you?” “Yes, ma’am,” he said, it was obvious he could see her panties, but was trying to hide the fact that he was looking. She smirked as she leaned forward a bit. “From this moment on though, I want you to call me mommy. If you call me anything else, you will be punished.” His whole face turned a bright red when she said those words, and he nodded his head. “Say it.” She demanded of him. “Yes….m-mommy.” He gulped as she leaned back, feeling satisfied. “Alright, finish your water, and then we will get started.” She smiled as she took a sip of her water. He shifted his weight as he nodded his head and started drinking. She was curious to see how wet he was, but before they had any type of fun, she wanted to make sure that his bladder was nice and full. It didn’t take long before it was empty. “Good boy!” She said as she clapped her hands. She stood up from where she was sitting and walked over to him. She took the bottle from his hands and placed it on the coffee table, and sitting next to him, putting her hands upon his thigh as she did so. “Now I think it’s time to see what mommy is working with.” He didn’t protest as she began to unbutton his pants slowly, pulling them down, revealing a thick white diaper underneath. She licked her lips as she pressed her hands against his crotch (it was also pretty obvious he was excited, which she was happy about), but it was also very wet. “Oh my, you’re very wet!” She giggled as she looked back up at him, his face was as red as a tomato, and it was positively cute, almost too cute actually. She wanted to eat him up right then and there. “Yes….I’ve been wearing it for a while…” “Do you often wear to school?” She asked him, pressing her hand harder against his crotch, and pressing herself closer to him. “S-sometimes…” he mumbled under his breath, unable to look at her directly. She wanted to take things slow with him, not only because the buildup of torture was something she absolutely loved, but also because she knew and understood his position. “That’s nice,” she whispered in his ear as she began to kiss him once again, deciding that a standard vanilla-like action as this would be the safest route to go for right now. She had to admit, his tender lips were sweet, and he was a good kisser. She kept rubbing and pressing her hand against his wet diaper. She knew that if he wet it one more time (even slightly), he was going to leak. She could, of course, change him now, and put him in another diaper, she figured he had another one in his bag, but she had a few of them hidden away as well. “I don’t want you leaking on my couch,” she whispered in his ear and could feel the heat from his face, “otherwise you would be in a lot of trouble.” “I don’t want that….” he shifted his weight as if he was battling himself to be more confident. But, she didn’t want him to be more confident, she loved the adorable and shyness. “Mommy.” “Good boy,” she replied with a smile, “I’m assuming you have another diaper in your bag?” He nodded his head, which caused her to smile, not that she was worried if he didn’t, but it was a cute thought that he was prepared to have his diaper changed (though of course, she was positive he thought he would have to do it himself). “Let’s get you out of this wet diaper then.” She said as she pulled off the rest of his pants, leaving him in nothing but a shirt and his soggy diaper. She licked her lips, pressing her thighs together even more now. She knew her panties were dripping wet, but she kept her composure, making sure he didn’t realize how much all of this was turning her on. “Come to my bedroom, dear and let’s take care of that wet diaper for you.” She held out her hand for him, once again. She then led him to her bedroom that held a queen size bed, a bookcase filled with books, a dresser, and a TV. She also had a good size walk-in closet where she kept most of her toys. “Lay on the bed, and I’ll go fetch all the supplies.” She gave him a smirk as she watched as he carefully laid down on the bed, his cheeks bright red, as she left him there and made his way to his backpack – all he had in it (besides regular school supplies) was a diaper and some wipes. That was fine enough for her; she had her own toys she could easily use on him. She made her way to a small dresser in the corner, unlocking it with a key; she fished around it until she found what she was looking for, then made her way back into the bedroom. He peered up at her, as she walked in with the diaper (she was making sure to hide the other item from view). She set the diaper and the wipes down on the bed beside him. She licked her lips. “Let’s hurry up and get you out of that wet diaper!” She said as she kneeled in-between his legs, feeling his wet diaper once again with her hand, feeling herself wiggle a bit and he moaned slightly. “Before I get started though…” she whispered as she grabbed the item she was holding, leaning over him, “I have neighbors, and I like to keep my private business…well private. I’m sure a little boy like yourself can understand that can you?” He nodded his head, her long dark hair brushing against his red cheeks. “But, at the same time, since this is your first time. Mommy is going to make extra precautions that you remain nice and quiet as I change you, okay?” “Yes, mommy.” With that she showed him what she was holding, his face turned completely red. It was a blue paci-gag. Perfect for any naughty little boy, she watched as he turned his face away from her, and she wiggled in pleasure as she plopped the paci in his mouth and strapped it around his head, keeping him silent. “Don’t you look adorable!” She kissed his forehead as she began to slowly untapped his diapers. She made sure to take her time, going as slow as she could, watching his reactions and movements underneath her as she did so. When she was done, she pulled the diaper down, revealing just how soaked and how hard he was. She couldn’t help but giggle slightly when she noticed that he shaved completely bald. “Oh, baby is even bald! Just like how a little boy should be!” She laughed as she took her fingers and pressed them against his dick, which caused him to wiggle even more. She began to grab a few wipes and clean him up, making sure to tease him by being extra slow whenever she wiped his balls or his dick. She felt herself grow wetter and even more turned on with every wiggle that he made, knowing that he would be moaning super loud if it wasn’t for the paci gag that was forced into his mouth. Once he was all cleaned, she lifted his bottom and slid the clean diaper underneath, it was a bit of work to get the diaper taped up with his dick pressed against it, but she didn’t struggle too much, and soon he was taped all nice. She pressed herself on top of him, leaning into his ear and whispering. “I’m sure your bladder is getting pretty full now, but I think we need to make sure it’s extra full. Mommy has a lot of fun plans for you before you get a happy ending.” With that she kissed his cheek, wondering what he was thinking at that moment. After all, the fun was only beginning. To be continued...

Chapter 8: Amongst Friends Amber sipped her coffee with a smile. Linnea was suspended from the ceiling, her head tilted sideways onto her arm, fast asleep. It had been a long twenty-four hours for her charge. But the little dark drops on the carpet made one thing very clear. This round was over and Amber had won. She let her mug hover in the air as she bent down, running her fingers over the small dark stains. Her fingertips tingled - very common for a demon fluid. Then she stood up and ran her hand along the seat of the sleeping girl's diaper. Sodden. Filled to capacity. And she smelled awful. Little droplets clung to the legbands, eager to fall to the floor. Poor thing. Amber ran her fingers along the plastic between her charge's legs, which caused her to stir. She squished the soft padding and a stream of liquid splashed onto the carpet. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." "Good morning, Miss Amber. You win," Linnea smiled weakly. Normally, Linny could sleep anywhere but drifting off while held by the ribbons had not been easy - she had only fallen asleep due to exhaustion. "I'm very, very sorry I leaked on the carpet. I will clean it up, good as new." She felt no shame at the small flood of her urine that splashed to the ground - she was a familiar, she couldn't control herself. It was one of the reasons she was lesser: subhuman. She had lost the game because she wasn't an Apprentice... but she had gained a precious experience: Amber had bottlefed her with the same love that she had felt from Dove’s shared memory - that pure caring, that gentle attention. She had lost - she hadn't been able to defeat Amber's ribbons, but that was unsurprising. She was weaker than an Apprentice and Amber was the most powerful witch ever. But for the barest moment, she thought she had felt real magic, for a single instant she believed she could do it… but Linny had always been one for wishful thinking. "That's alright, darling." Amber ran her finger along Linny's thigh, over her transfiguration seal, and broke the bond. She could have turned into a child or a cat or anything else and broken out of the ribbons right then, but she didn't. She knew the outcome: her diapers were very full and shrinking them would do her no good. Amber cancelled her spell and the blue demon was lowered to the floor, her bare feet on the large wet patch of carpet. Linny started to wobble in the unfathomable thickness of three saturated diapers, but Amber caught her hand and held her upright. "You did very well for a first try," Amber lied to Linny, planting a kiss on the top of her head. "How about tonight, when I get home, we play another Apprentice game? Would you like that?" "I would," she lied cheerfully. Amber wanted to play, and so she would play. But it was obvious that the Apprentice game wasn't winnable. It was just Amber enjoying her position as the witch - but it was Linnea's duty to absorb that, to make her owner feel good and right and powerful. The kiss still felt as wonderful as ever, the echo of Amber's lips would keep Linny going for hours to come. She would feel that kiss, that intimate touch, throughout the entire day and she would cherish it just as she cherished every touch Amber gifted to her. "Would you like me to make you breakfast, Miss Amber? I can do that before I change... oh, and I need to clean the carpet." Linnea was sad that she would have to take off the Apprentice robes. Even though the game was a sham, she felt... human in them. Or at least what she assumed humans felt like. Important. Possible. That was it. She felt like it were possible for Amber to love her just as much as she loved the witch, and that would go away without the robes… "Sadly, I have to be going." Amber wasn't really in the mood to work today. She wanted to bathe her demon. She wanted to show her a wonderful day for all the effort Linny had put in. But duty called... "Clean yourself up. You can skip your chores today. Just head down to the Keep and pick up some ingredients for me. The list is on the counter." The Siren Keep was just down the road from Amber's house, to the north and toward the center of the city. It had fewer towers and sanctums than the Manticore’s, but a much better potions lab. These priorities aligned with Amber, who preferred her own residence anyway. Linnea wasn't interested in resources or housing or architecture, but the Siren Keep aligned with her needs as well. After all, it was the home of her very best friends: Dove and Patch. Linnea waved to Miss Amber as she left, wishing as she did every day that she could go with her witch. But Amber's work was important, and Linny would only get in the way. She knew that. It wasn't like the old days, when she was a cat and could just ride on Amber's shoulder or in her bag. Sometimes she wished for that closeness, like they used to have... but what she had now was better in almost every way. She had to admit, she missed the litterbox though. Especially on days like today. Linny waddled bow-legged to the supply closet and fetched a new diaper and the powder. She knew that Patch would have ditched the diaper first, tossing it in the trash before getting a new one, but Amber was quite clear - Linnea was never, ever to be without a diaper unless she was bathing. And so, with the supplies collected, Linny went to her room and changed, removing the ridiculous triple diaper and balling it up as best she could before wiping herself down and laying on the fresh diaper. Linny didn't mind diapers so much - not like Patch, her fae friend was constantly trying to get out of them... but fae were often captured and geased. They had lived lives in Arcadia before they were claimed. Patch told stories of the fae realm, of being alone and independent. But they were, for lack of a better term, fairy tales to Linny. Amber was all she had ever known and she liked it that way. A fresh diaper was like a hug from Amber that she wore all day - it wasn't worth having experienced freedom if it came with any kind of resentment for her place. Linnea was a familiar, a demon. It's all she was good for, it was her highest aspiration in life, and she didn't want to be plagued with dreams or memories otherwise. She pitied Patch in that way. After selecting a soft red dress - she always wore red when she left the house so everyone would know at a glance who she belonged to - she cleaned up the used diaper and disposed of it, scrubbed out the stain from her accident in the carpet diligently, and grabbed the list from the counter. She stared at the strange markings and sighed. "I need to go find Patch so she can read this to me," she said to herself, heading for the door. Generally, she could give the merchants the list and get the goods, but she needed to know which merchants to go to, and one time in recent history a shopkeep's son had lied to her about what it said. Miss Amber had been quite cross and while the boy had been scolded for his mischief, Linny had been punished and she had no interest in repeating that experience. Patch would help. Maybe Dove would be with her, they hung out a lot... and Linny had a new experience to share with them. * * * "Ugh, it was toooooootally Dove's fault!" Patch was tall for a fae - just over three feet - and older than Dove and Linny combined! Her hair was a vibrant green, just down to her shoulders, and curling wildly at the tips. Though the most amazing thing about her was her wings: translucent, small, and shimmering gold. Patch couldn't quite fly - not at this size - but she could jump higher, skip further, and balance better than any witch or demon in all of Amulette. But today, one of her wings was stained a dark blue, filled with creeping veins of magical energy. A witch's curse. Dove gave Patch a harsh look and crossed her arms over her chest. Her skin was a vivid grey, like the color had been drained out of her. Small, filed horns poked out of her forehead, amidst the hectic mess of sandy brown hair. Stereotypical Ashite. Patch was everything Dove wasn't. Confident, independent, and the speaker of their little trio. She held onto her bathroom training and hid her diapers under baggy shorts, always paired with tight latex tops. She refused to conform in any way she could - her personal rebellion. "Yeah?" Dove remarked cynically - Patch was one of the only people in the entire world the meek Ashite could stand up to. "How do you figure?" "Well," Patch started, sitting forward in her storytelling pose, "it started last night. Dove snuck out of her room--" "I did not!" Dove objected hotly. "Shh!" Patch pushed her finger to Dove's lips to silence her, with both metaphor and magic. Dove lost her voice and Patch went on with her story. Patch had always been good at charms, better even than the average fae. "Like I was saying..." Linny frowned at Patch's casual use of magic on their best friend, the list still clutched in her hand - this dress didn't have pockets, she didn't own a purse or a bag, and she wasn't about to stuff the note in her diaper. She held it tightly while she listened to Patch's story. She was a good storyteller, after all; it wasn't as good as sharing the feelings, but she was a fae - she couldn't do that. Only an Azurite could share experiences - Linny was lucky to be a familiar, the Azurite talent made them excellent slaves. One Azurite slave could share instructions and lessons with all the others. If Amber had not saved her, Linny would almost certainly be in some seamstress' shop, sewing things endlessly and tediously. It hurt to look at her infected wing, she must have done something truly naughty. Linny was very rarely punished, which didn't help her "spoiled" reputation among the other familiars, but Patch was trouble enough for both of them so her reputation wasn't completely tarnished. Still, while she admired Patch's ability to use real magic, not just transformations like a demon, she didn't appreciate her using it on Dove. Dove appreciated Patch's magic even less. She waved her arms and flapped her mouth but no sound came out. Finally she stomped on Patch's foot and grabbed her by the infected wing, drawing a wince. "Hey!" Linny cried at the Dangerous Duo, "Dove, let go of her wing! Patch, lift your charm! I want to hear your story, but I've got something to share with you too!" Patch hadn't even made it to the good part of the story - when they were caught sneaking into the library - when Linny had taken charge of the situation. Of the three of them, almost paradoxically, Linny was the most level-headed. Patch rolled her eyes and lifted the charm and Dove let go of her wings. "Don't charm me!" Dove shouted with her newfound voice, but Patch ignored her entirely. "Whatcha got there? A shopping list? Does Miss Amber have you running errands again? You need me to read this one? I swear, demons are sooooo helpless. Back in Arcadia--" Linny and Dove both groaned. Patch always went on and on and on about her homeworld. Before she had been captured and put into servitude, she lived a long, happy life in Arcadia. Unlike demons, who grew up in Amulette more often than not, fae were hard to capture at a young age. It made them much more stubborn, and Patch was proof of that. "We know, we know!" Dove and Linny groused in unison. "Patch, help me read it!" Linny said quickly. "And I'll share the feelings of the Human Potion," she offered the tidbit. It would be too good to pass up. "Human potion!?" Dove squealed. It was her fondest fantasy, her wildest dream. She was madly in love with her witch - Miss Morgan - and everyone knew it. Even Linny thought she was sappy. She was eternally trying to kiss the witch, to prove that she was worthy of such affection, and it was a constant source of trouble for the grey-skinned demon girl. Linny still carried the memory that Dove had offered, that she had accepted... she had waited in her small form under Miss Morgan’s pillow one night instead of sleeping in her cage like she was supposed to... and kissed her witch right on the lips when she had laid down. Linny could never, ever be that bold. It was funny: Dove was such a coward normally, so shy and quiet... except with her two friends. Once they were out in public, Dove would be hiding behind Patch the entire time. Patch, on the other hand, would probably kill her witch, Miss Alizon, in her sleep... if it wasn't for the geas. Patch loved Alizon, but only because she was enchanted to love her. The rotten fae tried her best to resist, but a familiar always bent. Linny couldn't imagine loving Amber and hating her at the same time, the idea was sad. She didn't think she could ever have any negative feelings for her beloved Witch. Amber was just so perfect in every way. "I'll share the Human Potion," Linnea promised. "After Patch reads me the note!" "I don't think there's any such thing as a human potion," Patch said cynically, taking the list out of her friend's hands and reading it over. "You can get most of this stuff from the potions floor. But they don't carry briar thorns anymore, so you'll have to go to the greenhouse. Dove and I will go with you." Dove was easy to boss around; she would do just about anything if her friends wanted her to. She was a follower, through and through. Obedience was her lifestyle, exemplified by the short humiliating skirts and bright pink diapers. Miss Morgan didn't have the time to constantly care for her charge, and she didn't go out of her way like Miss Amber. "There is so!" Linnea said indignantly, glaring down at the shorter familiar. "Miss Amber gave me a potion that turned me red and she said I was her daughter for the night and I was a human! For one night! Ugh, you're making me ruin the whole story. Let's go to the Spot and I'll share it with you." She grabbed Patch by the wrist and headed for their secret spot - Dove had found a loose stone one night while cleaning the hallway near the gardens, which led to a small tunnel - too small for humans. The familiars could shift to smaller forms - Linny always chose that of a cat and Dove that of a rabbit, though Patch did nothing but shrink size - and on the other side of that tunnel waited a small alcove in the back corner of the Keep's herb garden. And it was their Spot. Their secret place, where they could go to talk, to share feelings. To comfort one another when times were hard or celebrate each others' victories. Linny had wished more than once that they had discovered the Spot long ago, before Miss Alizon had captured Patch in Arcadia. The poor fae had been so muddled with the geas when she first came into their lives... she needed a secret place to talk then. Dove and Linny had been friends for years; Dove was shunned by the other familiars for being a coward and Linny was similarly ostracized for being spoiled, but the two had each other. Patch came into their lives about five years ago, but they only found the Spot two years ago... and a few months. Quietly, Linny looked one way while Dove looked the other and Patch opened the stone... and they crawled together into their secret place. "Fine," Patch whispered sharply. "We're here. Show us already, though I still don't believe you." "I do," Dove squeaked eagerly. The idea of such a potion was dangling a steak in front of a hungry lion. She wanted it more than anything. A way that Miss Morgan would really love her! "Show us, please! Show us!" "Okay, okay," Linny whispered, taking each of the other girls by the hand and closing her eyes. She recalled the room, Amber's homecoming, the potion... and she shared her experience, her feelings, her memories of that night with her two closest friends. And she waited while they absorbed them, lived them. She waited to find out how they felt. The small alcove didn't offer a lot of room, and was only barely lit by light trickling between the surrounding greenery, but Linny could read the surprise on both her friends' faces. "Wow," Dove sighed dreamily, exhausted by the experience. Her eyes shined in awe. "Whatever," Patch dismissed, and let go of both girls' hands. She tucked her knees up to her chest and the crests of her wings fell. Whatever she was feeling, she hated it. Maybe because it reminded her of a better time... "I want one! I want a human potion!" Dove's excitement grew a little too loud and Patch put another silence spell on her to keep her quiet. Linny didn’t object or chastise her friend this time - if their voices carried into the main garden, someone might find them, and if Dove ruined their secret spot it would be a tragedy. She’d get over being charmed. "It wasn't a human potion - it just changed her skin color," Patch whispered. "It was just another one of Miss Amber's games." "It wasn't," Linny whispered defensively. "She... she did play a game with me yesterday, but for one glorious night, I was her daughter, Patch. She loves me. Miss Alizon loves you too, you're just too stubborn to see it sometimes." Dove squirmed, her wordless, soundless joy exploding in wild hand-gestures and wide eyes. The Ashite was overjoyed and couldn't contain herself. "Come on," Linny said softly, leading them back out to the hall and hoping she hadn't stung Patch too badly there. Freedom and humans were sore spots for her. "Help me get the ingredients and I'll give you the candy that Miss Rowan always gives me on errand days." Miss Rowan, like many of the witches in the Keep, adored Linnea - she was always Linnea to them, never Linny - and the Azurite frequently found herself retrieving tiny morsels of sweet things. Crumbs, never enough to be a gift, just something they chose not to throw away. It didn't help her reputation as a spoiled familiar.

I'm 27 years old and I can tell you that if anyone - I don't care if it was a stranger, a friend, or family member - came up and told me that they were an ABDL - I would look at them straight in the eye and tell them "I didn't need to know that or want to know that" It's not something that the world needs to know about me. I never felt the need to go around and tell people what I like to do in the bedroom. I understand that for most AB's it's not a sexual fetish - but it doesn't matter - it's something private that MOST people do not want to know about. I don't care if I'm ABDL, I do not want to picture friends/families in this lifestyle, do not care if my friends are into hardcore BDSM or whatever else. I'll never understand why some ABDL people have this NEED for people to know - when people in the BDSM community are perfectly happy with keeping it behind closed doors. My only guess on why people tell other people of their lifestyle - is because they are secretly hoping they will be apart of it - which is weird...but why else do they need to know?

While a ruler’s strength was critical to any domain within the Magic Realm, there were other supports on which a territory depended. Soft power and hard power. The Duke of Threes cultivated both and made it a point to know the status of all the departments, diplomats, spies and soldiers in his land. Amidst his busy schedule three days after Kristine had left, he was a touring the elite air cavalry unit that defended his mountain borders. The tour had been scheduled for the previous day, but Kristine’s actions had forced cancellations and shuffling of appointments. He walked along the orderly lines of wyverns and their riders. The wyverns had scales in various shades of blue, clean and bright. The riders, most of them tall and slim, like the Duke himself, and were dressed in blue-grey armour, that matched the colour of their mounts in the right light. As the Duke of Threes walked their lines, he wondered could Kristine defeat such a force. His thoughts about the Magical Girl these days had been about her strength. The soldiers looked strong. He was confident were any of his neighbours to try to cross his borders the Brigade of elite air cavalry sound stop them, or at least slow them long enough for his mountain rangers to move on the scene. As he walked along the next line of wyverns and their riders a messenger approached. He dropped to his knees in front of the Duke and the Brigade’s Master Rider. “My apologies Your Grace.” “Speak,” the Duke ordered. “An envoy from the Eleven awaits your pleasure and convenience at the castle.” A cold feeling ran through his gut. However, his expression did not change, as if this news meant nothing to him. ‘Awaits your pleasure and convenience’. As if he might put off an envoy from the Eleven until it was convenient. It was a laughable fiction that only a fool might believe. “Master Rider, I am needed at the castle and therefore must cut short my inspection.” “Of course Your Grace.” The Master Rider was female, with sharp, symmetrical features and almond-shaped eyes. She smiled professionally. “You did us an honour with your presence.” The Duke nodded, and then, knowing the value of maintaining morale, he told her, “Provide me with your fastest riders to see me back to my castle and provide a suitable honour guard.” “It will be my pleasure, Your Grace.” It was a matter of only a few commands, and the air cavalry moved quickly and skillfully. Soon a group of ten riders and their mounts were lined up along the mountain ridge. The Duke of Threes climbed upon the Master Rider’s very own wyvern. The Master Rider spoke a few words to the beast, then stepped away. “Fly fast,” the Master Rider called. The wyverns rose nearly as one, wings pumping them into the air, and then they leaned forward and flew down the rocky mountain slope, picking up terrific speed. They were fast. It did not take long to reach his castle and the wyverns circled in towards the flat roof. As they approached the Duke saw people moving out onto the roof. Likely the Envoy come to meet him. A great honour one might think. The Duke was not so confident. He leapt from the back of the wyvern as it touched down. “Your speed was truly amazing. Please give the Master Rider my compliments,” he called up to the captain who had commanded the flight. “Yes, Your Grace,” the Captain called out. The Duke took a moment to check his clothing. He was outfitted in dress armour, gold and white, a fur-lined cloak hanging from his shoulders. It was suitable for meeting with an Envoy of the Eleven. So he walked forward, bold and confident, wondering why the Eleven would send an Envoy. Could it have something to do with Kristine? When he saw Gorgeous standing among the Envoy’s entourage, he knew it must be related to the escaped Magical Girl, but he could not understand what. He bowed politely to the Envoy. “You do me a great honour in visiting me,” he said. The Envoy was a stick thin man, with features that perhaps had once been fine, but now looked hollow and haggard. As he moved and spoke, it seemed as if he was beset by nervous ticks, for his movement and speech were full of strange shifts. In truth, the man was less an Envoy and more a vessel for the Eleven. Where an envoy went, the Eleven might see and speak. And each of the Eleven tried to assert dominance in the use of the Envoy, the strange ticks the result of those shifts in dominance. For a moment the Envoy’s smile was that of the Fourth, and then a change to that of the Sixth. A narrowing of the eyes that seemed that of the Seventh. “You do us an honour with your loyal and steadfast service Duke of Threes,” the Envoy told him. Had the Envoy stressed the word ‘loyal’? “I live to serve,” the Duke of Threes said. “Yes,” the Envoy said, and the expression was that of the One. Curse it all, why was the Envoy here? What were the Eleven interested in? He did not have long to wait to find out. “It has come to our attention that you have a group of Magical Girls in your lands.” The Duke of Threes had never made it a secret, though he had never made a point of publicising it. “I do.” The Envoy gave an aborted nod, his lips twitched strangely. His expression shifted as he said, “It has been made known to us that such girls might be able to create True Gold.” The Duke answered, after a moment, “I suppose such a thing is possible.” Another pause. “I would never tell them to do such a thing.” Close to the Envoy stood a truth seeker. He said nothing, though he would not speak unless a lie were told. The Duke of Threes would have to be very careful in what he said. “Be that as it may, we wish to see these Magical Girls,” the Envoy told him. “Of course. Give me a moment to arrange for transport.” While no one could have expected an Envoy to appear, the Duke of Three’s staff were not to be found wanting. His airship was brought up, and the air cavalry with their wyverns would serve as an excellent honour guard. Busying himself with arranging things meant he did not have to speak to the Envoy. It meant he could think. Why had Kristine left? He had assumed she had grown tired of the Nursery Garden, too mature for it. Refusing to accept it as her new life. What if there had been something else? He did not stare, but he watched Gorgeous. She seemed confident. Perhaps even pleased. What had she told the Eleven? He had suspicions. He would know soon enough he supposed. The airship took them to the Nursery Garden in short order. He had sent a messenger ahead to make sure the girls were ready. He led the way through the gates of the Nursery Garden. Colleen had the girls standing in a row. A small group of nannies were a few steps back, heads lowered in respect. The Envoy and his entourage entered. Gorgeous was looking closely at the girls. “They look well,” she said. “I don’t care for how they look, just what they might do,” the Envoy told her, then walked to stand in front of the Nursery Knights. The girls all curtseyed, sweetly, with diapered bottoms sticking out from the hems of two short dressed. In unison, they said, “Welcome Envoy of the Eleven.” It was well and skillfully done. He saw Colleen’s hand in that. The Envoy acknowledged their welcome. “We offer our thanks to the Magical Girls who keep the peace in the Mundane Realm, and we welcome you officially to our Magical one.” The girls seemed pleased at the welcome. Perhaps put off guard. He hoped they said nothing foolish. The Envoy looked at them and then asked, with the abruptness of the Ninth, “Have you created True Gold?” The Nursery Knights did not say anything. As a group, they seemed confused. Then Annie said, “I don’t know what True Gold is.” The Truth Seeker remained silent. The Duke was pleased with how much Colleen had hidden from the Nursery Knights. He was worried that the Envoy might explain what True Gold was, or provide a sample, but with a tick like twitch, the Envoy said, “No matter. It is your skill at magic that we wish to learn about. Please, put up a shield, as strong as you can.” Annie looked towards the Duke, but Colleen said, “Do as the Envoy asks.” So Annie created a shield. A Scintillating barrier of hexagonal light. “Thank you,” the Envoy said and then looked at Betty. “Can you explain the Law of Unequal Energy Return?” Betty sucked on her lower lip for a moment, then said, “A spell can be created with a magical reactor within it so that it produces more power than you put into it.” “Yes,” the Envoy said. There were more demonstrations requested, more questions asked. It went on for several minutes before the Envoy said. “Thank you. This has been most useful. The Magical Girls may go.” The Duke of Threes nodded at Colleen. “Come along girls,” Colleen said. The nannies moved forward to help Colleen with the girls. Once the Nursery Knights were gone the Envoy asked the Duke to show him around the Nursery Garden. The Duke did. He did not try to hide the magical circle, though he did not go to it immediately. When they arrived at the circle, the Envoy said, “A powerful spell focus for such a place.” “This was not always a garden given over to the care of the Magical Girls.” He did not say that the circle had always been there as that would have been a lie. The Envoy’s people examined the area, likely looking for traces of True Gold. They would not find any. Eventually, the day nearly over, the Envoy had seen all he wanted. “Thank you for your time Duke of Threes.” They stood outside the gates of the Nursery Garden. “It was my pleasure to serve,” the Duke answered. “In my opinion, these Magical Girls could create True Gold.” Keeping his expression calm the Duke nodded. “I understand.” “As a result, we shall now ensure they are monitored.” The Duke wanted to curse loudly, but he only nodded and said, “I understand.” Never again would the Nursery Knights create True Gold. He wanted to scream in anger, but he kept a calm facade. “Might I ask something?” Gorgeous, who had been quiet, spoke up. The Envoy looked at her and nodded. “Might I ask the Duke of Threes for permission to send Liaisons to check in on the Nursery Knights and their well being?” “That seems fair to ask,” The Envoy said before the Duke of Threes could say anything. “The Duke of Threes had been very kind in taking care of the Nursery Knights in such a manner. I have little doubt we will always find the Nursery Knights happy here.” “No doubt,” the Envoy answered. “Of course,” the Duke said. Maintaining the Nursery Garden was an expense, but one he had borne for the True Gold the Nursery Knights created. Now that they could not be allowed to create anymore it was a drain with no return. And he was going to have to maintain it, so the girls remained happy. He looked at Gorgeous. She had a deadpan expression. Damn the woman. He saw the Envoy and his entourage off, promising he would make the observers welcome. And when he was gone the Duke wanted to rail in anger. Colleen had approached. “I am sorry. What will you…” He turned and caught her around the throat. “There are no questions to ask here,” he told her in a low growl. Colleen’s eyebrows lifted. “As far as anyone knows how things will go here was how they always went. Therefore there is no need for any questions, is there?” She shook her head. He released her. “Good.” Leaving her, he walked towards the wyvern that awaited him. When he reached the beast, he pulled himself up on its back. He looked back at the Nursery Garden and then cursed softly. As the wyvern took the air, he promised vengeance to all that had stood in his way. He whispered curses under his breath. Perhaps he could not have the Nursery Knights make more True Gold, but he still had all that they had made. He would need to use it carefully, but he would use it. Those that had dared to stand against him would regret it before they died. Kristine did not know how much she had missed it until she stepped out the gate, back into the Mundane world. The constant magical forces that required her to remain a Magical Girl were gone. This was where she belonged, and she wanted to change back to her mundane form as soon as possible. Training pants were preferable to diapers. But she had work to do and was stuck being her Magical Girl self. Baron Lotts had come through the gate from the Magical Realm not long before. Now she just had to track him. “Nurthery Camera, Teddy Bear Eyes,” she chanted. There were places he might go where there were no toys, and if he did she would have to try something else, but for the moment between her plushy watchers and teleportation she was keeping up. He had met up with Mr Badger, and Mr Rat and the three of them together were moving quickly by magical means. “So,” Tac asked, “What are you going to do when you find out where they are stashing the gold.” “I think I am going to beat them up.” “Any reason?” “Lotts ith a degenerate jerk and the other two tried to kidnap me.” “Both good reasons I will admit.” They stood atop of a building, Kristine watching through the glass eyes of a plush kitten in the back of a parked car. Somewhere else, Lotts, Badger and Rat were patrolling an area, walking the streets of a city. Probably making sure they were not being followed or watched. “I think they are clothe to the hiding plathe,” Kristine said. “Yeah? Good. Hey Kristine, do you remember what I told you about trackers?” Kristine had her eyes closed. “I recall thome of what you said.” “Do you recall me saying that a lesser tracker would find you if you stayed in the Mundane Realm?” Kristine opened her eyes, exasperated. She had a ghostly after-image of what the toy kitten saw. “What point are you trying to make?” “Incoming at seven o'clock low.” Tac lifted her paw to point. “What?” Kristine looked in the direction that Tac indicated. Something was bounding up the side of the building, glass cracking like spiderwebs where its feet hit. It looked feline, but all wrong, as if there were far too many vertebrae in its spine, and if all its four limbs bent in too many ways. They were separated by hundreds of feet, but Kristine was sure that the tracker’s gaze met hers. “What do I do?” Kristine said, taking a few steps back. “Well,” Tac said, jumping off of Kristine’s shoulder, “if I were you I would kill it, just in case it is one of those trackers that wants to kill you, eat you or fuck you?” Kristine blinked. “Fuck?” “Trackers can be pretty primal in their desires. Heads up.” Kristine turned and lashed out with her mace just in time to stop the tracker from landing atop her. But it twisted away from the strike, its body moving in a manner that made Kristine feel vaguely nauseous. It landed on the edge of the roof, perched perfectly. Its growl was low and subsonic and made Kristine’s teeth hurt. Spinning her mace around Kristine readied herself for its next attack. “I’m gonna fuck you up,” she told it. Even in the Mundane Realm, there were places where space twisted and folded. Perhaps by magic, or perhaps by the strange laws of physics that governed the world. Places where one might find a shortcut sometimes. Places where people disappeared. It was in such locations that things could be hidden and it was unlikely that they would ever be discovered. Barron Lotts walked the periphery of such a place, in the middle of one of the great Mundane cities. Great as the people of this realm considered such things. Near the ripple in reality, where one might slip into the twisted space, he found Mr Rat waiting. “See anything.” “Nothing that would be of interest. It is like it always is, you see.” “And Mr Badger?” “Seems to be lagging behind, though slow and steady do eventually net results.” Mr Rat used his pointed chin to gesture. Lotts looked in the direction indicated. Mr Badger was approaching them, several blocks away. Lotts watched, impatiently, as Mr Badger ambled towards them. When he got closer, the big man said, “It is clear, nothing to worry about. However, I received some news that delayed me.” “News?” “It seems the tracker we brought here has found its prey.” Lotts did not say anything as he considered the statement. “The tracker that we sent after the Nursery Knight.” “Quite so,” Mr Badger said. “And the only one,” Mr Rat added. “But the girl is in the Magical Realm.” “As much as I wish to agree with you, I do not believe that is so.” “Trackers being what they are,” Mr Rat added. Why would the Duke let the girl go? Perhaps she had escaped? He was hard pressed to envision a scenario in which the Nursery Knight might escape the Duke, however. “We will look into this later after we finish our task here.” “As you say.” “We, of course, do our best to satisfy,” Mr Rat told him. Lotts shifted his pack up higher on his shoulder and then, after a quick scan of the area, stepped through the ripple. He had to press against it, fight his way through. Then the pressure was gone, and he found himself in a city block, forgotten by the city. Form the looks of the buildings he supposed that space had twisted on itself and hidden this place fifty or sixty years prior. It was deserted, quiet. He could still see the city that surrounded this carbuncle in space, but it did not look quite right. Over time the people who had lived and worked here had probably forgotten the place, unable to get back to it. It slipped from their knowing. It was a useful place to store things which must remain hidden. “Come on,” he said, striding across the street, passed an old corner store, an apartment building, a dress shop. The structures here were surprisingly intact for being so long abandoned. It stunk of magic of some sort. He wondered if some troublemaker from the Magical Realm had created it. Perhaps as a trap for Magical Girls from long ago. His pondering was mostly academic, but he was concerned that one-day people might return to the place. To that end, he watched for signs of others having come there, signs that the area might be about to untwist and once more be part of the city. On this day he saw nothing of the sort. “Creepy how their eyes seem to be following us,” Mr Rat said. “You are letting your imagination get the better of you,” Mr Badger told him. Lotts looked, wondering what they were talking about. On the other side of the road was a toy story that Lotts had seen many times. In the dusty window, he saw dolls and other toys, arranged in a display. He could understand Mr Rat’s sentiments. Toys were always creepy. “Never mind that,” Lotts said as he started up the steps of the bank. The tall wooden doors were locked, but he had a key. They were also trapped with magics, but he knew how to disarm them. He opened the doors and entered. It was an old building, even when this part of the city had still lived. It was pointlessly spacious, with ceilings that soared high overhead. The three of them crossed the tiled floor, towards the rear officer and the vault where Lotts would hide the True Gold. Mr Badger suddenly paused. “Well, that’s odd.” “What?” Lotts asked. “The tracker went dark.” “What?” “He means its dead,” Mr Rat supplied. “Dead? How?” “Well, usually when such a creature dies it means that which it was pursuing killed it.” Lotts frowned. “Killed it? A Nursery Knight killed a tracker? Was it a particularly weak one.” “Now then sir, we know you are not insulting our work and just asking a question,” Mr Rat said. “We have occupational pride after all.” “Very keen on doing things right.” “Then how could a Nursery Knight kill it?” “She might have had help,” Mr Badger said. “She might be stronger than the others. We already noted she was not as lacking in maturity.” “Damn. This is complicated. We’ll look into it after we secure the items.” “As you say, sir.” Lotts turned just in time to be hit in the face by something heavy and solid, which sent him crashing into the wall, tangled up in the boneless mass of whatever had crashed into him. “Well, it seems we know what became of the Tracker,” Mr Rat said. “And the girl it was tracking.” Lotts pushed the beast off himself, got unsteadily to his feet. The girl in question, Kristine, was standing on the long teller counter, holding her mace, the cat on her shoulder. “That your’s,” she told him, lifting the mace to point at the dead tracker. There were many questions in Lotts mind. How she had killed it? Why she was here? How she had found him? But questions could wait. “Get her,” he called out. However, Mr Rat and Mr Badger were already in the process of ‘getting her’ as they ran towards her. Mr Rat reached her first, jumping up on the counter to attempt to grab her. A strike from the mace knocked him off the counter and sent him crashing to the floor. A bag appeared at the girl’s feet, and she pulled something from it before the bag disappeared again. Lotts drew his sword from a magical sheath hidden under his jacket. The falchion was made of dark red steel the glowed in the dim light of the bank. As Mr Badger closed on the girl, she threw something, not at him, but high into the air above him. A small toy. And then the toy grew quite a bit, and when it came down, to land on poor Mr Badger, it was bigger than a polar bear, and from the sound that Mr Badger made, likely heavier than one as well. The bear stood up, picked Mr Badger from the floor, and then hurled him at Mr Rat, who had just stood up. The Nursery Knight stepped down from the counter, held out her mace to meet Lotts. He hoped the Duke would not mind if he damaged her because he planned to do just that. However, she moved that huge mace adroitly and knocked his sword up high before stepping in and driving her foot down on his instep before kicking him in the shin. He swore and brought the sword down in a double-handed chop that had split the skull of mighty beasts. She turned it with the shaft of her mace as if it had been nothing but a playful tap. He shifted back, just avoiding a jab that might be shattered his kneecap. Taking quick steps back he opened some distance between her and him. Nearby he saw the bear smacking Mr Rat and Mr Badger about as if they were nothing. He had to end his fast. The girl might die, but Lotts could not hold back. Around his feet lightning sparked, and when he charged forward, he was moving fast enough to crack the air. And a moment before his sword would have hit she disappeared. He spun, knowing there was only one place she could have gone, but something hit him hard across the back of the head, and he fell to the ground, blacking out. When Lotts became conscious, he was secured in some adult-sized baby chair, straps across his chest and arms, holding him secure. He looked about, saw he was still in the bank, saw Mr Rat and Mr Badger similarly secured not far off. “Damn it,” he cursed, struggling against the bonds. He pushed against them, as hard as he could. They held. He kept trying, hurling his full strength against the restraints. Lotts started screaming in anger, feeling trapped, knowing he could die if left here. Then a strap snapped. Lotts managed to get free, breathing heavy. Looking at the chair, he could see that the strap that had broken had been partially cut. Checking the chairs that held the still senseless Mr Badger and Mr Rat he could see similarly weakened straps. As if someone had wanted them to escape, eventually. Catching his breath, he grabbed his sword and cut the straps around the other two. Lotts then looked around. He could not find his pack. “No, no, no,” he cried out and ran towards the back of the bank, where the vault was. He fell to his knees as soon as he saw it. The door was smashed in. Slowly he got to his feet and stumbled to the vault and looked in. All the True Gold he had hidden there was gone. “The Duke of Threes will kill us all,” he said softly.

Chris the Clever Boarder Chapter 4 Chris got into Abigail's car, and they drove the short distance to a pleasant house in a well tended garden. It was a freestanding house, unlike the terraces common in the area, and as they walked inside, Chris noticed the large, well decorated rooms. It seemed that Abigail was very well established. 'I travel very light,' said Chris in answer to Abigail's comment on his single, small bag. 'It's the best way,' said Abigail. 'I'll show you to your room, and you can decide whether you like the setup, then we can discuss rent.' Chris followed Abigail upstairs. 'It's Chris's old room,' said Abigail. Chris noticed the nameplate on the door. It showed a little girl in a fairy costume surrounded by flowers and stars. It said 'Chris's Room' in pink cursive writing. Abigail laughed as she saw Chris looking at it. 'We won't even have to change the nameplate, will we?' she asked. 'If you don't mind it being a bit girly.' 'It's ok,' said Chris. The nameplate hardly mattered, thought Chris, and who would see it? Abigail opened the door to reveal a sunny room looking over the back garden through a large window with a window seat below it. The decor of the room was pastel and very girlish. Almost juvenile, Chris saw. 'You did a nice job on the room for a boarder,' he said. 'Oh, Chris was a bit more than that,' Abigail replied. 'I hope you don't mind it being a bit feminine.' Chris looked at the bed. It could only be called a 'princess bed', with a half canopy, a pink frilled bedspread, and several dolls arranged neatly against the pillows. Chris didn't feel that he could suggest any changes so soon after his arrival. 'No, it's ok,' he said. He looked at a doll's house in one corner of the room. 'How old was, is Chris?' he asked. 'Just 14,' Abigail replied. 'Old enough to help in the shop, with supervision,' she added, noting Chris's surprised look. 'Where is she now?' Chris asked. 'Oh, she's staying somewhere else,' said Abigail. 'She's very happy.' Fair enough, thought Chris. He looked at a pink overcoat hanging behind the door, 'Didn't she take all her stuff?' Chris asked, lifting a corner of the overcoat. It looked as though it would fit him. Chris was small for his age. At 5 feet 2, he was used to being carded at licensed venues. On the other hand, with his small stature, light build and smooth skin, he often got into venues as a child, depending how he was dressed, so it wasn't all bad. Occasionally he'd even been mistaken for someone's child. Once when he was in a shop with his female boss, that had happened. They'd laughed it off. It was more embarrassing when, with the same woman and when he'd been rugged up in winter clothes with a hat over his long locks, he'd been mistaken for his boss's daughter. They'd laughed that off too. 'Although, I wouldn't mind a lovely looking little girl like you for my daughter,' his boss had said. Chris had had a dream that night that he was actually his boss's daughter. He'd woken up feeling very strange and with a soaked diaper. 'No,' replied Abigail. 'Oh,' replied Chris, returning to the here and now. He wondered where the other Chris had gone, leaving her nice overcoat behind. 'The bathroom's through here,' Abigail said, ushering Chris back into the passageway and opening a door into a large, sunny bathroom. Chris noticed that there was a built in bath and a glass walled shower. The bathroom, like the bedroom, looked quite feminine with pink soap, a fluffy pink floor mat and some more dolls here and there. 'It's a nice big bathroom,' Abigail said. 'Chris loved her bath times.' 'It looks fine,' said Chris. Chris really needed to pee. Everything looked good, so he thought he'd move things along. 'Abigail, I'd like to take the room, if the rent is reasonable,' he said. 'I don't really need to see the rest of the house. I'm sure the living areas are just as nice.' Abigail smiled, and to Chris's surprise, kissed him on the forehead. 'And there's a delightful back garden,' she said. 'I'll charge you what I charged Chris,' she added. 'She paid by helping out in the shop, but it wasn't a large amount in money.' 'That's fine,' said Chris. 'Done,' said Abigail, kissing Chris again. Better than a handshake, thought Chris. 'Thank you,' said Chris. 'Erm, I have to pee,' he added. 'OK,' said Abigail brightly. 'You pop yourself on the loo, and I'll go and make some tea. I have some freshly made biscuits, too. Tell you what, I'll wait for a while, and you can have a nice bath. You probably need one after all the tube travel. They're full of fumes and grime.' 'Good idea,' said Chris. 'I'll do that.' Abigail left the bathroom. Chris did as she suggested, and lifting the front of his apron, he slid down his jeans and underpants and sat on the toilet. It seemed easier than standing to pee with the apron in the way. Chris noticed that his underpants and jeans were now very wet. That happened sometimes. Probably more than he liked to admit, he thought. Maybe wearing pull-ups so often was making him lazy. He wasn't too concerned, as he knew that as soon as he stopped wearing the pull-ups, he'd stop having these accidents. He'd just become a bit insensitive to peeing slightly, he thought. Chris was soon in the bath. It was lovely to feel warm and clean. He began to think about the problem of his wet pants. He wasn't sure where his bag with a change of clothes was. He hadn't brought it into the bathroom. The clothes he had with him were obviously wet, except for the apron. How could he get to his bag? In fact, how could he get his wet jeans and underpants to the washing machine? Eventually, he hit on a plan. Downstairs, Abigail was on the phone to Gwen. 'Perfectly,' said Abigail. 'Thank you, Gwen.' 'Yes, I'm certain he was,' Abigail said. 'He followed the little electronic trail we laid precisely, right up to the sign in the window. I wasn't sure he'd find the link to the email address and the shop, but our little sleuth was good. It's quite fun, isn't it? I loved the look on his face when you said you thought he'd look adorable in a diaper, or nearly that. And he was shaking with excitement when he got the sample pull-ups for you. I'm expecting that soon enough he'll wet his bed, or have an accident in his pants, and 'need my help'. Abigail laughed into the phone. 'By all means,' she told Gwen. 'I'm sure he is. He wet his pants a little in the shop. He was trying to hide the evidence, but when he turned around it was as clear as day. I'm sure he's not wearing anything, and there was nothing in his bag, but it certainly smells of baby powder. I've put his spare clothes in the wash, and I know the ones he's wearing are wet, so I wonder how he'll deal with that.' 'No, he's in the bath now,' said Abigail. Abigail listened for a moment. 'Well, he's Chris's size. A bit smaller, if anything. That's the obvious option. He'd swim in my clothes,' she said. 'Lovely, Gwen. I'll see you then,' Abigail said and hung up. Now, to check on little Chris, she told herself, and headed to the upstairs bathroom. To be continued.

In all seriousness, I'm not even gonna get into whether it was right or wrong, because you obviously know it was wrong and highly inappropriate. It is stupid stuff like this that negatively impacts the entire community. Either don't get drunk, or put your phone somewhere that you'll forget until you sober up, or learn to control your liquor. My faith in people dwindles any time I hear about stuff like this, or even they're disrespectful towards women in general (even the female members in here). No excuse for it.

No, not so much, I was just stating my affinity for similar type items. And an AB, can’t resist a mobile dangling overhead at bedtime either, lol.

Bracknell here would like to meet other sissys and nappy lovers