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Chapter 42: THE RIDE HOME was short, but I felt like the long day suddenly slammed into me. I had fewer classes in a day than I’d had in high school, but I suddenly understood the idea that we’d be doing a year worth of high school classes in one semester. I mentally noted the homework I needed to do and was grateful that it wasn’t terrible today. I suspected that wouldn’t last long! “How was your Chemistry class?” Amanda asked as we pulled away. “Really cool actually,” I told her. “Casio right?” “Yes,” I answered. “He’s one of the students favorites. Great teacher,” she said. Knowing Amanda by now I knew that was high praise for the man. “Seemed like it, I can’t believe he already knows all of the freshman names… I mean he called one kid that was asleep, then he called on me!” “He’s as smart as anyone I know, and basically has an eidetic memory from what I can tell. It’s a good move to make students know he cares for them.” She paused, “Just make sure you pay attention!” I nodded at her looking back at the mirror because we were at a light. The house was soon in sight and she pulled into the garage next to Fred’s vehicle. Amanda came around and let me out of the car seat and sat me on the ground. She leaned in and handed me my backpack before holding the garage door open. “Fred we’re home,” she announced as we entered. “I’m in here,” he said from the living room. He looked like he was working on something around the staircase. I followed behind Amanda as she reached him and gave him a big hug and a kiss when he stood to greet her. I walked closer and he scooped me up to give me a big hug too, “How was your first day?” “Good,” I told him. “Any word on Bella?” I asked him. He hugged me but shook his head, “No, unfortunately,” he said. “I’ve been working on finishing cleaning up the damage and adding some security measures, but no word on her.” Amanda’s eyes watered and we had a three-way hug for a long moment. Fred felt my diaper under my skirt then and said, “Mommy she could probably use a diaper change,” and passed me over. She smiled weakly, “I guess we should take care of that, huh?” “Please,” I said. A moment later she came to the door that said ‘Princess Stacy,’ but had only so recently had ‘Princess Bella’ added. The sight made me want to cry! Amanda noticed and hugged me tightly as she pushed the door open and laid me on the changing table. She pushed a pacifier between my lips and I nursed it silently as she pulled my skirt off and sat me up to pull my blouse off too. My feet were pushed up into the air a moment later as she replaced the wet diaper with a dry one. She dug through the closet for a moment and then came back with a cute blue gingham dress. I sat up and put my arms through the sleeves before she buttoned it shut and tied a bow at the back. “I’m so glad we still have you Stacy… and I hope we find Bella…” she told me before tears came to her eyes. “We will… somehow,” I agreed. She kissed me on the forehead, hugged me, and then sat me down on the floor, “Little girl you have a bunch of homework to do… I know one of your classes has a crazy witch of a professor that will make you do a ton of work.” I smiled weakly, “You’re not thaaat bad,” I said around the pacifier. “I was talking about your English professor brat…” I smiled at her and took my backpack from her. As she left she closed the baby gate and gave me a long look, “I’ll get dinner started,” she said softly. I looked around the room and sighed as I looked at the crib. It looked like the intruders had scratched the finish of the cribs and our names were gone from above our beds. My memory recalled from the video that they had been thrown everywhere… I looked at my desk and was surprised to see it seemed to mostly have been untouched. I sat my computer down and logged in to the cameras in the nursery really quick. I recorded a few minutes of me working before looping the feed and running over to my bed and looking under the mattress. I breathed a sigh of relief as I found my Switch hiding there. ‘Okay… this is staying in the backpack and I’m going to have to get to work on my project soon…’ I sighed, ‘these guys aren’t giving me much breathing room.’ I reset the cameras to normal after putting the switch in my bag, before I pulled out my tablet to start reading chapters over on my bed. I used my stylus to mark up the margins of the ebook, and used another app to take notes. The Calculus work was a review for me, but I completed the homework carefully anyway due to the different Base 60 math. I was finished with that, and most of my reading for Chemistry, before Amanda came back up and said, “Dinner’s ready, Sweetheart.” I sighed and put the tablet down and walked over to her, making the universal ‘pick-me-up’ sign. “Those legs broken?” She kidded me. “Uh-huh, I walked all over campus today!” She tickled my side, “Poor baby, I guess I should have put you in your carrier, huh?” I giggled as she tickled me and let her put me into the high chair. The room felt weird without Bella… and you could feel that the smiles on faces were forced, as Bella’s chair remained empty. “How about we pray?” Amanda suggested. “Sure,” I said in unison with Fred. “Please God, watch over our other adopted daughter Bella. We didn’t have long to get to know her, but we love her nonetheless. Please keep her safe and bring her safely home,” Amanda said. “Amen,” Fred and I said simultaneously as she cried. Fred hugged her and we all picked at the chicken dish that she made. It was really good, but that didn’t really feel great to be eating it that night. A dark cloud most certainly hung over us as we ate. I left a good chunk of food on my plate as Amanda picked me up, “I guess it’s going to take a while to get used to this,” she said sadly. I leaned into her and hugged her, “I love you Mommy,” I told her as she sat me down on the floor. “I love you too Stacy,” she told me. “Stacy I want to show you a couple things…” Fred said as he stood up from the table too. “What?” I asked looking up at him. “The first thing is at the top of the stairs,” he said and walked up as I climbed beside him. I scrambled carefully up each step, while he was able to take normal steps. He pointed to what looked like a camera lens that had been added to each corner of the walls framing the staircase. “What is it?” “It’s a set of holo-emitters,” he told me. “What are they supposed to emit?” I asked. “Stay there a second,” he said and walked past me to the top of the stairs and then I heard a quick sound like a bug zapper start up. “Come on up the rest of the way,” he told me. I nervously looked up there and saw that he was no longer visible and it looked like it had a moment before. I carefully climbed the last stair and then found myself meeting a hard surface. I poked at it and even hit it really quickly and found it felt like a brick wall, “Oww…” I whined before he deactivated it “So it’s a holographic solid wall?” I asked. “More than that… I didn’t have the charge enabled… if they break in that will stay active and hopefully give us a minute or two. “Wait, is it possible to disrupt with a laser like Tessa at school?” I asked. “I didn’t think about that,” Amanda said from behind me. “Let’s test that…” she said as she went down to her lab and brought back four different lasers. “Re-enable it Fred,” she said from the other side. I watched in fascination as the air shimmered a little in front of us, but I could still see her. Fred had been hidden from behind it before so I assumed I was too. I watched her point a simple laser pointer like she would use in a lass at the image. She aimed at the image and pressed on it, but it still held firm. “Well that’s a good sign,” she said, “I might have to see about what they’re using with Tessa, this one would have disrupted her…” “What about the others?” I asked. She tried another one that was a little bit brighter, but it still didn’t do anything. She cycled through them until she got to one that was about the size of toilet paper roll. When she pointed it I instantly saw a flicker in the field, and she was able to walk through without any problems. “Hopefully they don’t have one that powerful?” Fred commented. “Hopefully not…” she said. “This thing is kind of risky to even use indoors…” “What about if you used multiple of the less powerful ones?” I asked. She looked at me and then we reset the experiment. Two of the lower leveled lasers did nothing, but when the third lower level laser was added the image shifted again and she was able to walk through. “I hope they don’t have laser sights on pistols?” I said after seeing that. “Me too,” Amanda said. “I wonder if I can reprogram this somehow to be more resistant…?” “Mandy, I’ll go do the dishes while you play,” Fred said. “Let me just show Stacy the other two additions first,” he said as he directed me to the nursery. He opened the gate, which I noticed now that it had been switched to now move the gate inward. I looked at the actual door closer to see that it now opened out to the hallway, “We put in heavier doors for both of our bedrooms. They open out so they’ll be harder to kick in. We’ve also put heavy-duty electronic locks on here that are passcoded. I doubt you can reach it, but the code is 938502. We’re going to keep it closed after we put you to bed each night.” He pointed towards the windows, “We replaced the glass in all of the windows with the same as the back door. It’s just about impossible to break or easily cut into. An alarm will sound if it detects a break in the glass too,” he added. “That seems a little bit more secure,” I said. “Well if they get through all of that we added one final addition here,” he said pointing to what looked like a new toy box in the closet. He opened it and I saw a compartment that seemed to be able to be locked from the inside, and the box itself was clearly bolted to the floor with some large bolts. “They won’t be able to remove it from the outside if you are locked inside. There’s water and food in there if you need it - well baby food,” he hedged with an apologetic look. “It stores easily… It’s enough to keep you fed for up to four days. The box can survive being crushed by more weight than this house has total, it is fireproof, and it has oxygen for two days.” “It’s like a little sized panic room,” I said softly. “If we manage to get Bella back you’re going to have to get a larger one…” He hugged me then with a sad look on his face, “It doesn’t look good right now, does it…?” “Not great,” I agreed. He left me to work on the dishes downstairs, while I went back to my homework list and did the reading for my technical writing class and Amanda’s class. As soon as I had everything on my list done I looked at my watch and sighed - it was already nine o’clock! I put down my tablet and walked down to the workshop where Amanda was working on some programming on her computer. I walked up to her and stood by her lap before she noticed me and pulled me onto her lap. “Hi Sweetie,” she told me. “Still working on the holo project?” I asked her. “No, I finished that a while ago…” she admitted. “I was looking at the code from Bella’s chip,” she said pointing towards the screen. I looked for a moment and said, “Can you scroll down?” As she did I noticed something, “It’s code that’s in the nanite system,” I told her. “What? You just mean similar functions, right?” I shook my head, “That whole block right there is in one of the subroutines.” “Can you show me?” She asked. I moved off of her lap and pushed my skirt back down before going back to the nursery. I picked up my laptop and walked back to her workroom and let her pick me up so I could set my computer down next to it. “It’s so hard to see that,” she said a moment later. “Can you go to an external display?” I shrugged, “In my dimension I can, I’m not sure about yours?” She reached over to a spare display and unhooked a cable. She sat me down on the desk while she looked at my ports and then brought several cables back over. Ten minutes of upsizing later we managed to connect my computer to the display. It worked, but looked really pixelated. It was better for her though as I showed her where I had seen it. We spent several hours going through the code before I asked, “What does this all mean?” “It means someone involved in the nanite project was involved in kidnapping Bella’s parents.” “And probably her too?” “Maybe?” “What’s in her code that’s not in the nanite programming?” I wondered. “They wouldn’t need her if they had all of the code already….” “Okay girls, time for you both to start thinking about bed,” Fred said from behind us. We both jumped slightly and I noted my full bladder. I thought for only a heartbeat before I let it loose into the padding of the diaper. It was more than slightly squishy, but I really didn’t mind that feeling at all. “Okay Daddy,” I told him. “Let’s give you a quick bath and then we can put you to bed,” Amanda told me. “Okay Mommy,” I said and grabbed my computer so I could hold it while she carried me down the hall. She watched as I plugged it in with the charging cord before scooping me back up and setting me down on the changing table upright. She pointed to my shoes, “Can you undo those?” she asked. “Sure,” I told her as I pushed on the spots to unlace them. “Why did my dad get you those anyway? He wouldn’t tell me?” She took them from me and set them down where she could get to them to dress me the next day. As she took my socks next I looked at her, “I’m thinking there’s probably a reason he didn’t tell you… do you mind if I ask him to tell you tomorrow? For now I’ll tell you they’re special?” She pursed her lips but nodded, “I trust you, and I trust my dad.” She undid the bow on the back of my dress, along with the buttons, then said, “Arms up!” She slid it up off my body and left me in the wet diaper as my only clothing. I watched her place the dress in the hamper before pushing me down on the changing table. The diaper was ripped open, I was wiped, and she set my naked form down on the ground, “Toddle down to the bathroom,” she told me with a smile and a light pat to my rear. “Your tush is definitely one of your cuter attributes!” She told me as she followed me. My entire body blushed with that comment, “Mommy…” I whined. She ran a bathtub full of bubbles and even tossed in a couple bath toys that I played with as she washed me thoroughly. “I’d love to let you stay in here all night Princess, but we need to get to bed.” I nodded, “Okay,” I said and stood as she dried me as the drain was opened, then wrapped me in a towel. She hadn’t actually washed my hair, though it had gotten a little bit wet, so she just lightly dried it before carrying me to the nursery. She pulled out one of the pink princess diapers and made sure to powder me before taping me inside of it. A blanket sleeper followed to cover me in its warmth. After a short few steps to the rocking chair she sat down. “Why didn’t you nurse me more today?” I asked her as she pulled her shirt off, leaving her only in her bra. “I really would have loved to do this more today,” she admitted with a smile, “but even if you don’t have incontinence issues from it, the milk alone might give you a looser stool.” I nodded, “I guess that makes sense…” “We need to make sure we put your charm bracelet on tomorrow too… we forgot that today!” I looked at her in horror and nodded, “That could have been disastrous…” “Yes, almost like poor Meg today…” “She seems nice,” I told Amanda, “Thank you for helping her out.” “She’ll probably still end up getting adopted out, along with your friend Laura, but I hate to see them go down that road too early,” she said. “You really think it’s inevitable?” “There are eleven other girls in your nest sweetie. Today you heard that two are gone already… I would bet that at most only three of them will be free by the end of the semester. Especially since they put you in the baby nest.” “Baby nest?” I asked, noting there was information I hadn’t heard yet. “You noticed yours was made of the shortest girls, right?” I nodded. “That’s not by chance, they’ll be some of the first to be deemed immature,” she told me. “I guess I should enjoy my friends while I have them then?” She nodded sadly as she settled me in the crook of her arm and moved her bra out of the way, “You really don’t have to do this by the way? I don’t want you only nursing from me because you feel bad…” “I want to though!” I told her and latched on her long nipple before she could say another word. My world became nothing but sucking and swallowing her amazing milk. I was almost asleep as she burped me, then moved me over to her other breast. The lullabye she sang was what ultimately did me in. The last thing I remembered was needing to pee and letting that go into the padding as I continued to nurse. I didn’t worry about the wet diaper though, since I knew if I needed changed she would take care of that for me. Amanda was an amazing mommy! WHEN AMANDA WOKE me up the next morning she had to practically tickle me to death to get me to wake up. “I’m up,” I whined at her. “Maybe you need an earlier bedtime,” she said with concern. I shook my head, “It wouldn’t matter what time I went to bed, I’m not a good person at waking up.” She sighed, “I wish you were one of those littles that woke up with a smile on her face.” I forced a smile, “Is this good enough?” “Come on brat, let’s get you some coffee…” I enjoyed a latte bottle made once again with her breastmilk, along with some oatmeal and strawberries that she spoonfed me herself for breakfast. When I finished she wiped my messy face with a baby wipe and placed me on the ground. She cleaned my highchair and the dishes for a few minutes before I asked, “Mommy, would you please take my diaper off so I can go poopy?” She worked to quickly unzip me from the footed sleeper, untaped the soaked princess diaper, and then pushed me to my potty. I didn’t delay in sitting down on it as a large log and some other chunks flowed from my rear into the potty. I kept going for a few minutes before she asked, “All done?” I nodded and let her wipe me up, then she carried my naked body up to the nursery while holding my sleeper in her other hand. “Let’s get you ready for school. I’ll be curious to see what you think about your history class.” She talked with me for a few minutes back and forth about some similarities and differences of our histories. I had a feeling I was going to have to really be on my toes with that class! I was diapered, dressed in the summer uniform that day, with my shoes and charm bracelet on. “Can you put my hair into pigtails today?” I asked her. “Why?” I shrugged, “I think they’re cute, and it’s not like I’m trying to pretend to be a really big girl?” She smiled at me, “As long as you are okay with the stares and comments,” she said. “Thanks,” I said a few minutes later after she had my hair braided into two pigtails that she’d tied off with bows from a ribbon that matched the gingham summer dress. I looked at myself in the mirror and blushed as I definitely looked ready to go to preschool! The first day of kindergarten looked to still be years away! I’d always thought pigtails were cute though on girls growing up, I’d been jealous actually of them, and it kept my hair out of my face. “Ready?” She asked me. “Ready,” I told her. The trip to the university was short, but I couldn’t help but watch through my mirror and notice that Amanda was nervously looking over her shoulder at every stoplight. Clearly she and Fred were certain that Bella was not the only target of her kidnappers. That definitely kept my own nerves on edge. At the university she walked me to Destiny Hall. That morning I had a huge class with most of the other freshmen on the ‘History of Amazon Civilization.’ Littles seemed to naturally congregate towards the front and I found Laura and Meg sitting with an empty seat saved between them for me. “Hi,” I said to them as I took out my booster from my backpack. “Any word on your sister?” Meg asked. I shook my head, “No… I’m hoping she’s okay, but it’s not looking good…” I wiped the beginning of a tear from my eye and made sure I was ready to take notes on my tablet. Laura and Meg brought me up to speed on the events at the dorms from yesterday. It turned out that four littles had messed their pants in classes yesterday, and all but one had already been demerited out. The other said she was going to see Ms. Beauregard this morning since she didn’t stand a chance of avoiding the single demerit she had left. I sighed and said, “Watch yourselves,” just as the professor stood at the front with her lapel microphone on. “Good morning everyone, I’m Doctor Samantha Evergreen and this is the History of Amazon Civilization,” she smiled warmly and she seemed to be a fairly friendly, and down to earth fellow nerd. She wore her hair in a simple pony tail, form fitting jeans, and solid colored blouse. “You may call me Doctor Sam if you want, and I hope you’ll enjoy this class. We’re going to begin with the dawn of civilization, and move to the modern era. There are a lot of facts you will need to memorize for this class, but we will keep this as a general survey of history. I could spend all semester on any one days topic! Please be sure you keep up with the reading in the textbook – there is a lot! We will have four tests…” I kept notes as best I could as she began going through what was familiar and different at the same time. There were a lot of little variances in their history as she flew through the beginning of humans around 250,000 B.C.E., to 2,000 B.C.E. in that one lecture. Every now and then it was like a flip of a coin happened in both dimensions and the opposite result happened in this one. It was going to be tough to keep track of the alternative events, and I was pretty sure I’d be studying for this class more than my others! “That was so lame… she didn’t even mention that the littles on the islands have a civilization that dates back to then too…” one little complained on the way out. I didn’t catch who it was, but I clearly heard an Amazon respond, “Of course not, why would you need to cover their pants pooping moments? I should check yours…” I sighed as we exited and Amanda waited for me, “See you all at the seminar?” I asked them. They nodded and Amanda picked me up to carry me. “What do you want for lunch?” She asked me. I shrugged while thinking she had what I wanted actually… but didn’t want to have an accident in my seminar. “Go home and have a grilled cheese?” she suggested. I nodded, “Sure.” She drove back home carefully and I watched her constantly look over her shoulder each direction. Once we were safely locked inside with the alarm on in the house, she began cooking the grilled cheese. I took advantage of a few minutes to keep working on my homework for the next day, finishing up some of the last couple things I needed to get done in a couple of the classes for the remainder of the week according to the syllabuses. I was picked up suddenly and squeaked, “Lunch is ready,” Amanda said as she strapped me into my high chair. “How was history?” She asked. I shrugged, “It was okay. The professor seems alright, but I have a feeling I’m probably going to have to study for that class more than any other.” “Why?” “Besides the fact she’s covered more than two-hundred thousand years in the first class?” I asked with a raised eyebrow, “It seems like our dimensions are so close, but there’s like this coin flip of options that you all chose heads while we chose tails… I have a feeling it’s going to make it tough for me to remember which is the ‘right’ answer to a lot of questions.” She nodded, “I could see that being a problem…” “Any word this morning?” I asked as I bit into the second piece of sandwich. She shook her head, “No… I’m…” she wiped her face, “I’m not sure if it’s time to give up hope Stacy… It’s hard to imagine they’ve had her for this long and not done modifications to her… or who knows what…” I nodded, “I know…” “I shouldn’t feel so strongly about someone who was a complete stranger just over a week ago…” I wished I could get out of the high chair then, but other than the wiggling I did there was nothing more I could do. “I’m sorry Mommy,” I told her. “I know you are,” she sighed, “the worst is wondering when they’re going to try for you again.” I felt a little pit in my stomach at that, but nodded, “I’m not going to go without a fight though Mommy.” She looked at me and said, “I know you won’t.” She looked at her watch and groaned, “I need to get you back, let’s get your diaper changed.” She picked me up quickly and said as she walked upstairs, “Don’t forget that my dad is picking you up after this class.” I nodded, “I’m looking forward to it,” I told her. Amanda changed me and brought the rest of the juice bottle I’d barely touched off of my highchair into the car. Once she had me strapped in she said, “Drink, you’ve hardly touched it.” I blushed but nodded and grabbed onto it with both hands and began nursing on it as soon as she inserted the nipple into my mouth. It was empty by the time Amanda picked me up out of the car seat and I handed it to her. She sat me on the ground and held my hand as she walked me to the door of the lecture hall, and the first of the littles seminars. I had a feeling I would soon be dealing with yet another of the ‘just give up and be adopted lectures.’ I found Laura and Meg sitting with a few members of our nest. “Why aren’t you with your nest?” I asked Meg quietly after I sat down. “I’m the only one left,” she answered. I looked at her in horror, “Already?!? You’re alone with your nest mother then?” She sighed but nodded, “She definitely asked me to just call her mommy yesterday…” “Can they move you to another nest?” “They will in a couple weeks if I’m still here. Apparently my group got targeted first for some medication to make us mess.” She looked around, “If your mom hadn’t been there I’d be gone too. I was the only one not caught pooping my panties that day.” I nodded and sighed, “Why did I come to this dimension again?” I asked myself. We didn’t have long to wait before Dean Sanders stood at the front of the lecture hall, “Good afternoon boys and girls,” she said in a sweetly patronizing voice. “Good afternoon Dean Sanders,” everyone mumbled back at her. “You’re learning!” she said with a smile. “Throughout this semester and next we all will be meeting once a week just to make sure you have your best chance in life! Today we want to discuss a recent case in the courts over a little girl who became exceptionally violent…” I had to bite my tongue, and wanted a pacifier more than anything to keep my tongue silent as she went through and showed news clips of a girl who hadn’t taken becoming someone’s baby laying down. I almost wanted to cheer as nursery footage of her killing her ‘mommy’ was shown… then I wanted to be sick for all the blood and consequences that followed. To my surprise the case was ongoing following her conviction, with the courts taking a break on the final decision for her fate until she completed some sort of psych eval. In the meantime Dean Sanders opened up a debate on the legality of what should be done to the girl. “Okay, I guess my thing is make up your mind as Amazons,” one boy said. “Either we’re babies, or we’re adults? If we’re adults it should be illegal to kidnap us. If we’re babies…” he hesitated, “then at least apply some decent protection laws to us. If she had been a baby and treated like that wouldn’t the mother have had her custody revoked for being abusive?” Dean Sanders actually nodded, “I happen to agree with you. You are babies for the most part, and if we’re going to treat you as such then we shouldn’t abuse you.” “I didn’t say…” “But, again if she was a free little and had killed an Amazon in full premeditation like that, then she should face the full force of the law.” To my surprise she actually enabled a very good dialogue and conversation through the seminar time. At the end she said, “You as littles have many legal requirements and obligations, it is important that you are aware of what rights you have and don’t have. Good luck with the rest of your first week.” As I stood up I heard, “Ms. Westerfield,” and turned to see Dean Sanders looking at me. “Yes ma’am?” I said politely. “How is your sister doing?” I felt tears at my eyes and shrugged, “We don’t actually know… She was… ki…kidnapped Sunday from the hospital.” “Wait, that was your sister?” She asked with her eyes widening. “You all can’t catch a break, can you?” I shook my head, “Doesn’t seem like it, does it?” She put her hand on my head, “Hang in there,” she then gave my backside light pat and I followed Laura and Meg outside. Grandpa was standing outside the door and I told them, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” before walking over to him and giving him a hug. “Hi Grandpa,” I told him. He picked me up, squeezed me, “Hi Stacy,” and carried me on his side and walked to his car where the new infant car seat waited for me. “Need a change?” he asked as he laid me down in the seat. I shook my head, “I should be okay for a bit…” “Well let’s get to the studio then,” he said. I sat quietly and used my phone as he drove through the streets. I saw my mom had e-mailed me and groaned. With everything going on I hadn’t e-mailed her since most of everything bad had happened… ‘How in the hell do I tell her about this and not have her demand that I go home?’ I quickly shot off an e-mail that I would reply more later with some overview facts, I made sure to include a safe phrase just to be sure she knew it was a time issue and that I was still safe. There were a few other e-mails including an invite to another Lambda Delta Pi event Friday. I would have to ask Amanda if I could go later, but a part of me thought it was a better idea to stay safe at home! Soon we pulled into the parking lot of Grandpa’s studio and he came to let me out. Inside he took me into a locker room and said, “Let’s change you into a fresh diaper, and then we’ll get you ready to go.” I was stripped and changed into a fresh Pamper before he produced a gi that was my size! He even had the red belt that I had last tested for when I studied before. “I haven’t practiced in a long time Sensei,” I told him when I saw that. He smiled, “That did not show when I tested you this weekend. Once you learn the forms that are required of you I hope that you will receive your first ‘Dan’ Belt within the year.” I bowed to him, “You honor me,” I said. He bowed back, “It is my honor!” He paused, “I had begun to think I might never teach one of my grandchildren since Amanda was the only one that ever really studied seriously with me.” I smiled at him and put the gi on myself, tying it closed with the belt. It was then for the first time that I actually counted the stripes on his belt. “You’re a sixth degree Dan?” He smiled, “I’m supposed to travel and test to earn my seventh this year actually.” “That is really cool,” I told him while following him out of the locker room. Out in the studio he told me, “We have about a half-hour before my first set of students will arrive. Let’s make the most of the time before I need to begin their class.” After a short stretching session I began working through the forms I had learned and a new one he was teaching me. I was so focused on what I was doing that I failed to note the audience I was gaining, or the fact that Grandpa Joe had left me working on my own to greet his young students and their parents. “Who is she?” I finally noticed when I finished an exercise and looked up. I turned and bowed to him and the Amazonian mother who had asked giggled, “She’s adorable!” she then asked again, “Who is she?” At his gesture I walked over to him and he said, “This is my adopted granddaughter, Stacy.” “Adopted? Why are you training her then?” A mother next to her asked. “I have always wanted a grandchild to pass along my knowledge to. Stacy is an apt pupil who studied where she is from in her dimension.” “So that red belt is real?” A boy who towered over me asked. I guessed he was about six-feet in height, double my own, but only about six or seven years old knowing that was the age of the students that were supposed to be in this class. “Yes, it is,” I said myself. Before the inquisitive bunch could ask us any more questions Grandpa ordered everyone to their places. One line had fewer students in it and he asked the members of that line to scoot back one space and put me in front. Knowing he was saying to them I was more advanced than they were, I was glad they were only six and seven year olds! The scary thing was that everyone was at least a foot and a half taller than me. The shortest kid, a girl I learned was named Nikki, still stood four and a half feet tall! I did the entire workout with them, and then he broke students up into partners to spar one set at a time. I was paired up with the boy who had asked if my belt was real. “Hi, I’m Stacy,” I greeted him cordially. “Eddie,” he said. “Sensei, I’m really supposed to fight her?” “Yes,” he told him from the side. “But she’s a baby…” “Then it should be easy,” he told him. I heard an intake of air from several moms at the periphery, but I got the feeling they had been instructed from the beginning not to interfere with their students training. I know my own mom had struggled with that requirement back home! “Kyungnet,” he said and we bowed to each other. “You are not to hurt each other, but I expect your best,” he said. I noted that Eddie only had a second level belt, so I knew he didn’t know much yet. As Grandpa said, “Charyut!” we began. I circled some and let him make the first move. It was a kick so telegraphed I think the mothers could tell from where they were sitting. I ducked and caught his leg before twisting him gently to the ground and giving a jab with my elbow across his sternum. “Point to Stacy,” he said. We sparred to two more points, both of them mine, before Eddie really began to get angry. He tried an awkward leg sweep that I assumed he had seen somewhere, but not yet perfected so it was really awkwardly done. I summersaulted over his leg and instead performed my own leg sweep to kick his legs out from underneath him, once again scoring a point. The final point of the five we sparred to involved him essentially behaving like a bull and running straight at me to grapple me. I used his momentum and tossed him on his back as gently as I could. “How did you do that?!?” He asked. “I’m bigger than you!” I bowed to him, “I used your momentum against you,” I told him honestly. Grandpa bowed to us both and patted us both on our backs before moving to the next set of partners who weren’t nearly as exciting to watch. At the end of the class Eddie came to me, “Nice to meet you Stacy… I guess you’re not just a dumb smelly baby.” I smiled, “Nice to meet you too,” I told him but frowned when his mom began tersely talking to him and then looking my direction. “How could you let that little girl fight my boy…?” I heard his mother shriek a few minutes later. “She could have hurt him!” I felt my jaw drop and I couldn’t help the giggle that came to my mouth and quickly turned around. Luckily I was far enough away I doubted she had heard me. “She’s a student, but more importantly I know has the control to not hurt anyone she doesn’t want to,” Grandpa told her. “You should also remember she’s half your sons size, if there’s anyone who should worry it’s me. My daughter will kill me if anything happens to her little girl,” I could hear the smile on his face. “I don’t want…” “If you can’t respect my methods then find another teacher for Eddie. I would deeply regret that given I think he has a lot of potential.” I turned back around in time to see him respectfully bow to the speechless woman and come back over to me. “Thanks for sticking up for me,” I told him quietly when he bent down and picked me up. “My pleasure,” he said with a smile, “nice job today,” he added. “Let’s change that diaper of yours and then you can join my next class too?” I smiled and nodded, “Sure… then I’d better work on homework or Mommy will kill me…” He laughed, “I think we can manage her.” I was taken back to a small office he had this time and he changed me on a sofa he had in there. Once I was cleaned up he used another wipe on the rest of my body to wipe some sweat away before carrying me back to greet his next class. This group was aged eight to ten, and I saw a few red belts like mine around the room. One girl who was quite a bit smaller than the others actually wore a black belt. ‘If she’s ten I bet she’ll end up a betweener who will kick anyone’s butt if they mess with her,’ I mused to myself before being once again put into the front of a line next to the girl with the black belt. The others up front had red belts too and I joined them for their class. As they took their places I guessed that except for the shorter girl, the rest were between six feet and nearly eight feet in height. The disparity in height from my own was intimidating and I could hear some whispers and giggles about me. The girl next to me said, “Hi, I’m Hermione.” I giggled, “I’m Stacy, your parents fans of Harry Potter?” “What?” “Oh… not in this dimension. British then?” She smiled, “My dad was. Umm… how old are you?” “Eighteen,” I told her. “Why are you here?” She asked. Before I could answer Grandpa Joe took the front and greeted us. “We have a new student who will be joining your class. Stacy is my adopted granddaughter. Please treat her like any other student! She’s shorter than you, but I think you’ll find that may not be the disadvantage it seems at first.” I could feel the skeptical looks then, having the same thoughts myself, but kept quiet. We did a few stretches and warm-ups before he began running us through some of the things he had been teaching me on my own. It was clear this class was more advanced than the last one, and it was also clear this was closer to my own level. Midway through the class instead of sparring he had everyone practice kicks and breaking boards. I’d done that back home, but I couldn’t help but note that the boards were thicker in this dimension, and it had been years since I had done so. I ended up in the middle of a line coming up and heard the tittering and giggles as I came up to the front. I bowed to Grandpa though and at his command launched a kick into the board. To everyone’s amazement, including my own, the board broke easily. “Very good Stacy!” he bowed before patting me on the head. The next person, a tall boy who had been laughing before, failed to break the board. I managed to only smirk myself at that! He had us regroup on the mat before dismissing us and I noticed that Amanda was standing at the side. I ran over to her, “Hi Mommy,” I told her and made the universal ‘up’ sign. “Hi Stacy,” she smiled and hugged me. Another mom came over and said, “How irresponsible can you be having your little here? She could get hurt!” “Not with my dad in charge,” she said nodding towards Grandpa. “Well, at least not if she listens to him!” “I have half a mind to report you to LPS!” The lady said angrily. “I have more than half a mind to smack you upside the head too,” Amanda said. “Why!” she started before Grandpa arrived. “Is there a problem?” “No problem Daddy, I’m sure she was just getting her son here and leaving, wasn’t she?” I noted then the boy behind me who couldn’t break the board until his fourth attempt was there. “Mom let’s go!” He hissed, “You can’t blow this for me like you did baseball!” I looked at the boy and wondered what all happened to him, feeling more than a little bad that I had wanted to laugh at him earlier. He led his mom away and I noted that I would make that up to him the next week. “How did she do?” Amanda asked her dad. “Broke her board on the first try and did well sparring earlier. I’m curious to see how she does sparring with my older students Thursday.” “Don’t let her get hurt…” she told him. “No promises, I never promised that to your mom and I’ll not lie to you either,” he said. I looked up and she blushed but nodded, “I guess we’d better get out of here for dinner and let you get ready for your next class.” “Stacy’s stuff is in my office,” he said. “You can leave her gi on my desk and I’ll have it for her on Thursday so she doesn’t have to haul it to class.” “Great, thanks Dad,” she said and I found myself in his office getting my uniform back on over a fresh diaper. The other had been dry, but my sweat meant a new one was a good idea according to Amanda who claimed I ‘stank.’ Back in my school uniform she carried me out to the car and strapped me into my seat, “We’re going to meet Daddy for dinner,” she said. I just nodded grabbed for a pacifier that was next to me and placed it into my mouth. The drive to the restaurant was just long enough for me to take a nice nap encouraged by the comfort of my paci! WHEN I WOKE up I found we were at Elevated, their favorite restaurant... I was unstrapped from the car seat and carried into the restaurant where the Maitre’D was all smiles and led us to a table and a high chair for me. “Mr. and Mrs. Westerfield, so good to see you again,” he said. “And Ms. Westerfield as well,” he said with a smile to me. “Hi,” Amanda said without any real enthusiasm. “Is everything okay?” He asked. “Not really,” I told him quietly to his surprise. “Anything we can do?” The chef suddenly appeared behind us and asked. In unison we all shook our heads, “We had adopted another little girl…” Amanda said with a tear down her eye. “She was attacked first and then kidnapped from the hospital…” “Mio Dio!” he replied, “That was your little girl?” He sighed, “I heard about that yesterday. I am so sorry to hear that. I didn’t even get a chance to meet her, did I?” I shook my head, “No sir, she’d only been part of our family a week.” “I’m so sorry,” he told us all. “Do you mind if I just prepare a meal for you all tonight?” I shrugged and watched them hand the menus back to the Maitre’D. “Sure,” Fred replied aloud. “I will prepare the best meal that I can to try and help you feel a little bit better,” he said. “And, I’ll be praying for your little bambina… I hope she finds her way home to you!” When he left the table was quiet, only a little bit of chewing as we received bread. Fred finally broke the silence and asked me, “How did your classes go today?” I told him about the history class, then about the odd littles seminar. Finally he asked about my time with Grandpa Joe after school and I told him about the first part that Amanda hadn’t seen. She filled him in on the board break though as apparently she had been there for that herself. “Sounds like you and Grandpa Joe have hit it off well,” Fred said to me as food appeared in front of us. Mine was in a bowl and cut up, but still not pureed. Across the restaurant I had been ignoring the four other littles spread about that were in various states of disgust, anger, and being fed. One glared at me when they realized I had real food and asked their mom, “Why does she get real food?” ‘Déja vu,’ I thought, wondering what the consequences would be this time. A quick smack and a pacifier inflated into their mouth finished the questions. I sighed but just enjoyed the dish he had prepared for me. It was like a chicken piccata dish, but better than anything I could remember having. The Chef came out and checked on us after a while and we all split a dessert before getting in the cars to go home. After a needed diaper change in my nursery Amanda directed me with one word, “Get your homework finished up,” she told me. I nodded and sat down at my desk. Fortunately I’d done a majority of the work for Wednesday’s classes the night before and in the afternoon, but I still had a good thirty pages of reading and a couple of ‘optional’ assignments to complete. When I was done with those I read the first sixty pages of the history textbook as we’d been told to do. I had to start keeping a log of notes of my dimension versus this dimension to keep everything straight. By about eight-thirty I was done and began looking to work on some of my other projects. My first goal was to see if there was some way to excrete some of my nanites on cue, and program them to quickly do what I needed them to… ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thank you for continuing to follow this tale! Chapter 43 is mostly ready for next week, with Chapter 44 needing to be fleshed out some more. I think there will be at most another chapter and Epilogue after this, so stay tuned! Thank you to WBDaddy for letting me reference his character's situation from ‘A Little Legal Issue’ in this. (One of the most thought provoking legal stories in the dimension!) Please let me know what you’re thinking/add some ‘likes’ to the story if you’re enjoying it. I’m hoping to finish writing the book this weekend and week - it’s helpful to read the comments when I get stuck! Thanks for sticking with me here!

Hi all, So I'm fairly new to the diaper world, and new to the site today. Now I've definitely visited on and off for the past couple years, but official member as of today (go me!!) Started wearing diapers on and off a couple of years ago when I had the opportunity to, which wasn't very often doing to be in a long term relationship. But as now I'm out of that relationship and living alone again I have the pleasure of wearing when ever I have the urge. I would definitely classify myself as a DL, can't say the AB aspect holds any interest to me. It all started with an ex who liked me to wet myself and progressed from their. There's just something about a warm wet diaper that gives me a sense of peace and excitement at the same time. And now I finally have the chance to see what place exactly I want diapers to fit into my life, and hope to meet some friends along the way!

Kate and Tom Chapter 1 Tom, in his late 30s, had a job with a a high flying corporate, until the pressure got to him. His doctor advised a 6 month break and Tom, assisted by Kate, his wife of five years, was struggling to recover. Kate, also in her late 30s did her best, juggling her own high-paying corporate job with looking after Tom. Kate was often exasperated dealing with her husband's lack of insight into his condition. Tom's constant forgetfulness was the most trying aspect of his behaviour. As well as leaving a trail of debris after him in the house, he'd leave hotplates on in the kitchen, leave the fridge door open and even forget to go to the bathroom before going to bed. If she went out without Tom, Kate had got into the habit of phoning him during her absence to ask if everything was OK. 'Just check the kitchen, honey, is everything there turned off and OK?' she'd ask, to which Tom would reply angrily that he didn't need reminding. He did though, and now, driving along the freeway to see a client, Kate rang Julie, the 21 year old daughter of her boss Emma. Julie was Kate's assistant at work, and the two had become firm friends. 'How are things going, Jules?' Kate asked. 'Oh, OK,' Julie answered. Julie had arrived at Kate and Tom's sprawling suburban house as Kate left. 'She'd in the car, just about to go,' Tom had told her. 'I know,' said Julie. 'I've just spoken to her. She said she told you I was coming over.' 'So?' said Tom. 'She's leaving.' 'I know,' said Kate. 'I'm staying here to keep you company.' 'Why?' said Tom. 'I don't need the company. I've got stuff to do.' 'Tom,' said Julie kindly. 'Kate's worried about you being by yourself at the moment.' Tom knew what this was about. 'Look, Julie,' he said. 'I've had a few problems, but I'm working them out. I don't need you here to, you know, watch me or whatever.' Tom's tone was cross. 'Tom,' said Julie. 'I'm not here to watch you. Just to keep you company and make sure that everything's OK.' 'OK,' said Tom, now glaring at Julie. 'I know I forget stuff sometimes, but I said I'm dealing with it. I don't need you here.' Julie looked at Tom. He was wearing jeans and a shirt. 'Tom, please,' said Julie. 'Kate is trying to help, and so am I. No one's trying to upset you. Now, you need to do up your zipper. And I think you should be wearing underpants.' Tom froze, and looked down at the gaping zipper of his jeans. He could see his penis on full view. The situation took the wind out of his sails. 'I'm sorry, Julie,' he said. 'I was dressing in a hurry, and...' 'It's OK,' said Julie. 'I've seen those things before. But zip up.' Tom said nothing but pulled up his zipper. He turned and sat in an armchair. 'Would you like a cup of coffee?' Julie asked. 'Yes please,' said Tom, glad of the change of subject. In the short silence that followed, they both heard the sound of falling water. Tom realised what it was and stood. 'It's the handbasin,' he said. 'I was shaving and I may have left the tap on. I'll fix it.' Regardless, Julie preceded Tom to the ensuite bathroom. The sink was over flowing, and the floor and mat were soaked. Julie turned to Tom. His resentful manner had disappeared. Julie look at the stubble on his face and the shaving gear next to the basin. 'Did you shave, Tom?' she asked. Tom felt his face. 'No, I was going to, and then Kate called out, and...' he said, feeling flustered. 'Tom,' said Julie, going to the basin and turning off the running tap, 'This is what Kate means.' Tom had no answer to that. Julie picked up the sodden bathmat. 'I'll clean it up,' said Tom. 'No,' said Julie firmly. 'You go and sit down, please. I'll make you a cup of coffee in a minute.' Tom looked at Julie for a moment, then turned to go to the living room. Tom sat in the armchair again. How come, he thought, this girl could come into his house and order him around? It wasn't fair. He folded his arms and stared into the garden, waiting for Julie to return. He wished he'd done up his zipper when he was getting dressed, then he remembered leaving his underpants on the corner of the bed. 'Damn,' he muttered. Julie had cleaned up the bathroom and made coffee for them both. She'd givene Tom his coffee, which he'd accepted grumpily and in silence. Now Julie was in the kitchen, on the phone to Kate. 'We had a bit of an issue with a tap left on.' Julie was saying. 'No, just the bathroom floor. I've cleaned it up,' she said. There was a pause. 'He's sulking a bit,' Julie said, 'But he's OK. He doesn't think he needs any help, but his zipper was open when I got here.' After another pause, Julie laughed. 'No, he didn't, but it's OK,' she said. 'It takes a lot to embarrass me.' 'Well that's good,' said Kate from her car. 'Thanks for doing this, Julie. I really appreciate it. Please give me a call if you need.' 'I will,' said Julie. 'And I don't mind. I do a lot of babysitting. I mean, you know, looking after people,' she added blushing at what she'd said. 'It's OK,' said Kate, realising Julie's embarrassment. 'He is a bit like a child at the moment in some ways. I'm sure your skills are helpful.' The pair hung up, and Kate sat back, thinking of the couple of wet beds she'd dealt with in the last few weeks. Then she turned her mind to her work and drove on. To be continued.

So it's been about a year since I've last worn diapers. I was in a long term relationship and it was never something that I shared so it was only once and awhile that I got to enjoy my diaper side. We seperated seven months ago and I finally got them out of the house for good three months ago, so I decided this was the weekend i brought diapers back into my life. I forgot! I forgot how much I loved every aspect of them. My hands shook in anticipation as i put one on this morning. It was instant comfort as I taped myself in and began my day. Hearing the crinkle as I went to make my first pot of coffee was music to my ears, the first release and feeling the warmth spread was unexplainable. Just pure joy! Feeling the heaviness of a thourghly soaked diaper as i cleaned house, looking at my padded behind as i pass by the mirror and giving it a little pat. I missed it all and am so glad to be diapered once again. I can almost guarentee i won't go a year without again.

The True Gold all went into her diaper bag. Kristine did not know why she was surprised, but she was. Still, once she had all the True Gold packed away, she dismissed her bag to where-ever it went, and then she and Tac teleported away. A few jumps put her home. Not that the small apartment felt like home anymore. She was not sure if any place would feel like home, not after all she had experienced. Tac jumped off of Kristine’s shoulder. Kristine dismissed her magical self, her Magic Girl uniform fading away, replaced by the clothing she had been wearing long ago. “So,” Tac said, “what are you going to do with all the True Gold?” Kristine said, “I’m thtill thinking about it.” She walked to the bathroom where she stripped off her clothing and diaper and then got into the shower, just standing under the spray until her finger and toes began to wrinkle. After drying off, she pulled out some new clothing, tags still on it, and summoned her diaper bag for a fresh training panty. The skirt's waistband felt a little loose, though she was sure everything had fit well when she had bought it. “Did I get smaller? Younger?” she asked Tac after several seconds of tugging at the waistband, wondering if it was just her imagination. “You became more so what you have become, closer to the Platonic Ideal of a Nursery Knight. So yes, you are smaller, and you look a little younger. You're also stronger too, so that's to the good.” Kristine gave the skirt a quick tug, decided it would stay up, thanks in part to the extra bulk her training panties seemed to have. “Thtronger. How? Why? I don't get it.” “It’s all complicated." "Well, explain, and don't you dare thay you'll use simple words." "I don't need simple words. It's complicated, but the explanation is simple enough. First of all, you were the only Magical Girl of a team in the Mundane Realm. Which meant you had to be as strong as the entire team together. There also needed to be the ability for you to be stronger. And then you touched the primal chaos that all magic comes from, which of course filled you with power and supercharged you. You ate all your vegetables. The point is you are now a lot stronger than before.” Kristine sat down on the couch, feeling stunned for a moment. She unzipped the pouch on the side of her diaper bag and removed the various correspondence and contacts she found within. Details of the house she owned, move-in dates, insurance, everything was taken care of. Focusing on that was easier and let her mind turn over what Tac had told her. She tossed the pages to the side and leaned back on the couch. “What does it mean when a Magical Girl gets stronger?” “More powers, stronger powers, usually a few new magical doodahs.” “Tho I can take out a War Titan and fight a Duke on equal footing.” “Yeah,” Tac told her. “I’d still put money on the Duke if he was serious though. Maybe not a lot, but still money.” “What happenth if I were to dump the True Gold where the Eleven might find it? Will the problem go away.” Tac, perched on the back of the sofa, shook her feline head. “Naive.” Kristine sighed as she reached for her laptop, dismissing her diaper bag as she did so. As the laptop booted up, she asked. “Why ithn’t it a good idea?” “Well, if you want to get all those other Nursery Knights killed it’s a good idea.” Kristine logged in an asked, “Why would that get them killed?” “What do you think the Eleven are going to do if they find a bunch of unaccounted for True Gold?” Kristine sighed. “Try to find out who created it.” “What a smart baby you are.” “Thut up,” Kristine said with no real heat as she opened her mail program. There was the usual junk mail and some emails from some old friends. She hovered her cursor over to them, realised most them had no idea what had happened to her. That amazed her until she really thought of it. As a life-changing event as it had been for her, for the rest of the world, it hardly mattered. There were some emails from Olivia. That surprised her. After their last meeting, she would not have expected to hear back from her. Ever. She climbed across her couch, searched about, found her phone. Some texts, about what she would expect, and there were several from Olivia. She checked the texts and the emails. Some apologies for the way she had acted, a suggestion that they talk. A few more, the later ones suggesting that Olivia was hurt by her silence. “Fuck,” Kristine said as she replied to one of the emails. “What’s up?” Tac asked. Kristine was not of the mind to answer, but then said, “I got thome messages from Olivia.” “That girl from work who ran out on you?” And the girl that Tac had tried to seduce; Perhaps successfully. “Yes. She must have figured I ghothted her.” Kristine wrote a message, kept it pretty simple. Apologised for her silence, said she had been ‘way out of town’ and then asked if it was okay for Olivia to be in touch with her due to the case. She finished off with that she would like to talk, assuming that it was okay, then sent the mail off. Kristine was not sure if she would get a reply, and she was not sure if she wanted one. She feared that both of them would just get hurt if they had any contact. “What you should do,” Tac said, “is give all the True Gold back to the Duke of Threes. He’s your only option, and you can get concessions out of him.” Kristine looked over at Tac. Realised she had been talking about the True Gold’s disposition for about a minute. She was about to ask Tac to explain what she had been saying but decided it was not worth finding out. “I am not giving anything to the Duke of Thwees.” “You see,” Tac said, “that is wrong thinking. Cause when the Duke learns you have his stuff he is going to come and take it away from you. And he will find out cause you left that Lotts guy alive.” “I’ll deal with it when it happenth.” “By dying?” Kristine did not answer. She gave her training panties a discrete squeeze to see if they were still dry. Tac jumped down from the couch. “You don’t have much time to figure out what to do with it. The longer you wait, the worse it is going to be for you.” “I know,” Kristine said. After a night’s sleep and a soaked diaper, Kristine went to visit her new house. The current occupants were not to be moved out for a few more weeks, but Kristine could see that they were already packing things up. She made the current occupants leave with an exclusion field and just walked around the house. Thinking about the simple task of how she would decorate the home kept her mind from more complicated thoughts, like what she was going to do about the Duke of Threes. In the master bedroom, she stood in front of the window, looking down at the large yard. A swing set would look nice down there, with a slide. She turned and looked at the room, wondering again where she would get a crib the right size. She stopped, frozen slightly. Swing set? Crib? What the hell was she thinking? Had her mind been corrupted by the magic or her time in the Nursery Garden? No. She would not have it. Kristine looked at the room. She would get a large, king size bed, with an impressive canopy, and solid railings… Kristine cried softly in anger. To hell with it, she’d get someone to decorate the place for her. Dismissing the exclusion field, Kristine teleported away. She ended up on the roof of a tall building, sitting on the edge, feet dangling over the side. What was she going to do with her life? During the time in the Magical Realm, she had never thought about that. Had stopped thinking about it. Maybe there was some kind of job there? Would Gorgeous have a use for her? Her phone chimed. Producing it out of thin air she looked at the screen. A text from Olivia. ‘Hey. Got your message’ Kristine stared at the text for a few seconds and then, slowly, tapped in, ‘Good to hear from you’. ‘You were out of town?’ Answering without thinking about it too much she typed, ‘In the Magical Realm.’ It was something like a minute before the replay came back. ‘Seriously?’ ‘It’s complicated’ Kristine responded, smiling as she pictured the look on Olivia’s face. ‘I guess so’ the reply came back after several seconds. And then ‘Listen, I would like to talk’. Kristine took a moment to think about what to say and then texted, ‘Sure. When and Where?’ She bit gently at her lower lip and waited. Olivia’s reply came back, ‘Busy today. Maybe tomorrow night?’ Kristine was about to type her answer back, but she could see that Olivia was sending something. She waited and a moment later read, ‘Guess we can’t go to a bar’ For a moment Kristine wondered if Olivia was making fun of her in some manner. She decided that it was a fair enough question. ‘Might be easier to go somewhere else’ ‘Coffee shop? What about that one downtown, Beans…’ Kristine remembered Beans. In fact, she had been having coffee there before the monster had attacked her. Before she became a Magical Girl. Did Olivia know? She typed in, ‘Beans tomorrow night. Sounds good’ ‘See you there around 7?’ ‘Yeah. Around 7’ She stared at her phone for a minute, but Olivia texted nothing new. Turning on the ledge, her diaper a little squishy, she looked off in the distance, towards where she had used to work. To where Olivia worked still. It would be so easy to teleport there. Instead, she sat there just looking out over the city, until, sometime later, a sudden and desperate pressure sent her teleporting off to find a toilet. Barron Lotts chose to go the fastest way he could back to the lands of the Duke of Threes. Travelling so rapidly might attract attention, but he thought that the news he carried required he take such a chance. When he reached the Duchy Lotts thought he would need to arrange a meeting, but he had only arrived when a message came, a summons to meet the Duke near the Nursery Gardens. Had the Duke already found out about his failure? He trembled in fear, but he did not disregard the summons. It did not take long for him to arrive at the meeting place. He was hardly there for a minute or two before the Duke appeared, striding towards him. As he closed, Barron Lotts dropped to his knees, bowed his head low. “I apologise Your Grace.” The Duke was quiet for a moment before he asked, “And what are you apologising for?” His tone was cold, and yet also curious. The Duke had been unaware. Then why the urgent summons? No matter. Head still bowed he said, “The items that I was putting in the mundane,” he did not say what, for he knew that his Duke was trying to maintain deniability, “it was stolen, by that Magical Girl.” No need to say which. The Duke’s anger was like a palpable thing, and Lotts sucked in a breath as it hit him. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, waiting for the pain to fall on him. Would it be slow, or would the Duke of Threes end him quickly? But no blow fell, and the anger, while not fading, no longer was directed at him. “Tell me what happened.” He did. He told the Duke of the tracker, and its death, of the Magical Girl appearing in the twisted space, and how she had so easily defeated him and the other two. The Duke listened and said nothing until Lotts was finished. “I will punish your incompetence later,” the Duke said. The word ‘incompetence’ fell on Lotts like a physical blow. “For now I want you to gather agents who can operate in the Mundane.” “Your Grace?” For the first time, he looked up at the Duke. His gaze was hard, eyes dark. He looked as if he could destroy the land in his anger. But his rage was tightly controlled as he told Lotts, “I am going to the Mundane Realm to retrieve what was stolen.” Kristine sat on the couch, watching TV, surfing channels. Tac lay on the back of the sofa, making comments about the television content. Most of them were actually clever, but Kristine did not want to let Tac know she thought that. Kristine had been thinking about a lot of things, and there were many different questions that she wanted to ask Tac. She settled on, “When a Magical Girl gets more powerful, their outfit and weaponth can change, right?” Tac who had been ranting at the reality show on the television paused and looked at Kristine. “Yeah, so?” Kristine was thinking about things. “And when a Magic Girl firtht gets their power?” “What do you mean?” Kristine turned off the television. “How wath my mace created?” “Primal Chaos Magic, flared up when you accepted the contract and created a suitable weapon.” Suitable? Kristine wanted to give the Chaos Magic a piece of her mind. “And when a Magical Girl becomes more powerful? More Chaos Flare?” “Yeah, lesser, so the changes are more subtle, usually.” “But cauthe I went out into raw Chaos?” “Your changes were less subtle.” “Could a Magic Girl get a thword of True Gold?” Tac looked at her through narrowed eyes. “Maybe. Why are you asking?” “So it ith possible?” “You’re not thinking of using that True Gold are you?” “Could I explain its prethence by saying it appeared, when I became more powerful?” “You could try. If you were stupid.” Kristine nodded. “And what are you going to do? Cover everything you have in True Gold?” “No,” Kristine said. “Good, cause it is a bad idea.” “You thaid that True Gold could be refined easily?” “You’re an idiot, Even thinking that makes you an idiot.” “Eathy or not?” Kristine asked, refusing to rise to Tac's taunting. “Yes. Easy. Even for you.” Kristine nodded. “Then I know what I am going to do with the True Gold.” “You’re going to get us killed.” Kristine said nothing, then shook her head. “I don’t think so.” Kristine checked her training panties for the third time, making sure they still felt dry. She was well dressed, at least as well as a child could dress without looking like they were going to a party or acting as a flower girl at a wedding. She was wearing a white blouse with a black, pleated skirt. She was using a safety pin to take in the waistband of the skirt, which otherwise would have been a bit too loose. Kristine thought she looked okay. Her phone said it was almost 7. She had gotten a text from Olivia about an hour before saying she would be there. She was standing near Beans, a few doors down, in front of the store whose window she had been thrown through not so long ago. They had replaced the window. She hoped their insurance had covered it. Sometimes they would not if the damage was caused by magic. Another example of the complicated nature law took when magic was involved. Would Olivia really be all right in meeting with her? Just having known someone who became a Magical Girl could probably be an issue. Maintaining the relationship was almost sure to lead to a problem. But, if necessary, Kristine could do something about it. He had a feeling for the kind of magic that could keep any such meetings from being noticed. Though was that okay? There was a moral question there, using magic in such a way. Thoughts like that filled her mind. She did not see Olivia until she was crossing the street for the front door of Beans. Kristine walked quickly and intercepted her just on the sidewalk. Olivia looked at her, blinked, probably not recognising her at first. “Kristine,” she said. Kristine wanted to smile an idiot, Olivia saying her name, almost like the old days. She settled for a less crazed smile and nodded. “It is good to see you.” Olivia recovered from her confusion quickly. “Come on,” she said and opened the door to Beans for Kristine. Kristine entered, Olivia behind her. Olivia pointed out a table near the back. “Grab us the seat. I’ll get something drink. Still drinking black coffee or…” “Tea would be okay, house blend, whatever they have.” “Milk? Sugar?” “Just thome lemon,” Kristine told her. She took a seat at the table, her feet not touching the floor. The shop was not very busy, and it did not take long for Olivia to get their orders. As she sat, Olivia placed a large cup full of tea, a slice of lemon on the side, in front of Kristine. “I really want to apologise for that night. I came out of nowhere, and a dropped a lot of shit on you, and that was unfair of me.” Kristine did not answer immediately and covered the uncomfortable pause as she squeezed some lemon into her tea. “It was a weird time all around. I don’t think there is anything to apologise about.” Olivia snorted, tried to cover it by taking a drink of her coffee. “Thomething funny?” “Just that lisp. It’s kind of cute. Sorry.” Kristine sighed, took a drink of her tea and then said, “Not so cute on the other side.” Olivia sobered and nodded. “I suppose not.” Almost a minute passed at they each focused on their beverages. The bell over the door rang as several people came in, talking animatedly, laughing as they walked towards the counter. “I treated you badly, and I’m sorry,” Olivia said. Kristine nodded. “Thank you. It means a lot. I hope we can thtill be friends.” Olivia nodded, took a deep breath. “I am hoping we can be more than friends.” Kristine felt like she had when the War Titan had hit her. Dazed, not sure what had happened for a moment. “Pardon?” Olivia’s cheeks darkened. “It’s just that, well, you see,” she stopped, placed her hands in front of her, took a few deep breaths. “After I left that night, I met this woman. She was beautiful, seemed to know what I was going through.” “You don’t need to thay anything,” Kristine told her, though she wanted to ask if this woman had been dressed in a tuxedo, perhaps with a pair of cat ears. Olivia continued as if Kristine had said nothing. “I ended up sleeping with her, not that we slept.” Olivia gave her that old, mischievous smile. Kristine wanted to tell her to shut up. “It was incredible.” “I really don’t need to know,” Kristine said, hoping that Olivia would listen. Not that she recalled Olivia really listening, “I’ve never experienced anything like that before. The things that that woman did with her tongue, I thought I would not be able to walk normally for a few days after.” “Just thut up,” Kristine said, her mind full of images of Tak and Olivia having sex. She had spoken louder than she had meant to. Several people were looking their way. She was sure she heard someone say, “No smoking, isn’t time they started making places no children.” Kristine blushed and sunk down in her chair, feeling a slight squish in her training panties. Part of her wanted to get up and find out who had spoken, punch them in the mouth. Olivia looked around, smiled, looked to Kristine and said, “Someone is a brat.” “Really,” Kristine said, keep her voice low and even, “just thut up.” “It was terrific sex.” “Fine,” Kristine told her. “I’m happy for you.” Olivia shook her head. “It was great… but also disappointing.” “Dithappointing?” Now that surprised Kristine. From everything she had seen (and she had seen too much) Tac’s partners were anything but disappointed. Olivia reached across the table and put her hand on top of Kristine’s. “Just holding your hand means more. That’s what I figured out. As good as the sex was, it did not mean anything. This, right now, this means something.” “But, but, when you kithed me…” “I’m not talking about kissing you. Just being with you.” A few people sat down close by. Olivia sat back, taking her hand off of Kristine’s. “Let’s go to that steak place you like,” Kristine said. “It’s more private.” She thought private would be better. “It’s more expensive,” Olivia told her. "Way more expensive." “I’ll pay.” Olivia looked at her. “You’ll pay?” “Being a Magical Girl comes with a very generouth benefits package,” Kristine explained. The atmosphere was dead, and it stunk. It was not the sort of air a being like him cared for. The Duke of Threes stood near an airport as huge planes took off almost over his head. Why would anyone even come here, he wondered. “Your Grace, I have brought her,” Lotts said. The Duke of Threes turned, looked towards Lotts and Tahc who had been escorted there by Lotts. Tahc was apparently surprised to see him. “Your Grace, you cannot be here,” she said. She sounded panicked. Lotts frowned. “Who are you to tell me where I can be?” She slunk back, dropped her gaze. “I am sorry Your Grace, but someone of your power in the Mundane Realm, it will be noticed. There might already be Liaisons on the way to activate Magical Girls to fight you.” The Duke of Threes supposed that might be true, but he shook his head. “I will not be here long enough for it to matter even if that were to happen. I need to know what you have found out about the Magical Girl Kristine.” She lifted her head, started openly at him. “Your report,” he said, his voice snapping. “She has an apartment and a home that was recently purchased. She could be at either or neither. Her movement is uncertain because she is a teleporter. She is distant from her family and was recently let go from her job.” “You are telling me very little of use,” he snapped. “I am still investigating Your Grace.” “Do you have any useful information at all?” Tahc stepped back as if struck. “I am afraid that is all I can tell you at the moment.” “Very well. We shall do this messily. Barron Lotts, release the tracking beasts, and tell your forces to move out.” “Forces?” Tahc asked nervously. “We will chase this Magical Girl to the ground and then capture her. As you said, she is a combat teleporter. Our best option is to overwhelm her.” “What did she do?” It was an impertinent question, but the Duke supposed he could understand why it was asked and forgive Tahc for asking. “She has offended me. And for that, there will be no forgiveness.” Tahc nodded. “Of course Your Grace.” Blacks Fine Dining had been an institution in the city for more than a hundred years ago. There had been a time when a woman and child would have been turned away at the door for it had once only allowed gentlemen to dine there. And not that long ago their casual dress would have ensured they would not be seated. Even now the maitre’d had given them a disapproving look and seated them near the back of the restaurant, out of sight. That suited Kristine who wanted a more private conversation. They had not really spoken in the cab over, then their conversation was innocuous until the waiter had taken their orders and left them with the drinks. “So, being with me?” Kristine asked. “What does that mean exactly?” Olivia looked at her, reached across the table and took Kristine’s hand as she had in the coffee shop. “It means we are together, like this. It means innocent touches that make our hearts race.” Kristine supposed her heart was racing. “And what if I want more than an innothent touch?” Kristine did not know why she asked it, but she had. And she wanted to know. Perhaps she was thinking about the Nursery Knights and their toys, and the games they played with each other. Olivia did not let go of her hand, in fact, she gripped it a little tighter and said, “That might be something I can never give you. But, we can be,” Olivia paused, “lovers, of a kind.” “Of a kind?” “Give me a break,” she said with a smile, “this is all new to me. All I know is I want you in my life. And as more than just friends.” Kristine stared at her and thought about having Olivia in her life. A flurry of thoughts filled her head about how complicated it might be. And she was worried about Olivia. “You’re a lawyer, well, you’ll be one. You can’t be athothiated with a Magical Girl. It will taint your cases.” “Bullshit,” Olivia told her. “And even if it might, you could use magic to keep it all hidden, right?” Kristine was about to deny that, but a moment’s of thought told her she could do what Olivia was asking. She said as much. “See.” “It feels immoral. A breach of professional conduct.” “It is not like you’ll be helping me win cases.” It was a good point. The optics of it might be bad, but there was nothing actually wrong with it. They heard the waiter approach, but Olivia did not release her hand. Kristine might have pulled away, but she saw a challenge in Olivia’s eyes. What the hell, she had an ID that would clear up any questions if the waiter called the cops. He looked at them, perhaps trying to figure out what they were up to, then, seemed to decide it was either harmless or not his problem. Kristine supposed her and Olivia holding hand was innocent enough. Still, maybe the waiter should have shown a little more concern. It made her wonder if such scenes were not unknown of in Blacks Fine Dining. He placed their appetisers down in front of them; Olivia a salad and Kristine soup. With their food there Olivia released Kristine’s hand and picked up her cutlery. Kristine picked up her silverware as well. She was reminded of the clumsy forks and spoons she had used in Nursery Garden. These fit comfortably in her hands, and she ate her soup without spilling a drop. She placed her spoon down and said, “I wet the bed… well, I wet my diaperth that I wear when I am in bed.” She supposed she was trying to shock Olivia, maybe scare her away. Olivia put her salad fork down. “I suppose that is because of the Magical Girl thing?” Kristine nodded. “Why?” The full story would take too long, so she simplified it. “Whoever thought up the Nurthery Knights thought it would be cute if they were in diapers.” “And if they were in them they should use them?” Kristine nodded. “Kinky,” Olivia said as she picked up her fork and started on her salad again. Kristine did not say anything for a few seconds. “Kinky?” she finally asked. Olivia nodded, continuing to work on her salad. She paused and said, “I mean when you look at any Magical Girl they all seem as if they are representing someone’s fetish.” “I never really thought of it like that.” “Really? You never wondered why so many of them had short skirts?” “Eathe of movement?” Olivia made a rude noise of derision, smiling. “Okay, I’ll give you that. Not sure if this was because of a fetish.” It would be difficult to explain the details behind the Duke of Threes' need for easily influenced and immature Magical Girls. And it would require her to tell Olivia things that maybe it would be best she did not know. And maybe the diapers had been someone else’s idea who really did have some kind of fetish for it. She took another mouthful of her soup. “I don’t really care if you are wearing diapers,” Olivia told her. “I get why you care, but it does not matter to me. Probably.” “Probably?” “It’s strange. It is all strange. But honestly, I don’t want to let that it is strange to get in my way, get in our way.” Kristine looked across the table at Olivia. Weird. That summed it up. But if Olivia could be part of her life, then she was able to see a future to it. “You’re right. And if we can figure out a way to make thith work, that would be great.” Olivia smiled. They ordered their meals. Kristine excused herself to go and change her training panties. They talked about what to do next. How the two of them might make this thing work. They would have to go slow. “You got a house?” Olivia asked when they talked about where they might live at some future time. Kristine nodded. “Like I said, there is a great benefith package.” “Where ith it?” Olivia asked. Kristine was about to answer when she heard a crashing sound and some angry outbursts that switched to scream of fear. They were in an otherwise empty corner of the restaurant, and to see what was going on in the main room they had to leave their seats and take a few steps towards the door. “What the hell are those?” Olivia asked. Kristine knew. Well, she knew that two of them were red caps, and one had the long, lean look of the Duke of Threes, but was not him. And the creature with them, some weird amalgam of dog and bug, Kristine had never seen before. But somehow she knew it was a tracker. The Duke of Threes reacted faster than she had thought. Kristine transformed into her Magical Girl self, with her short baby dress, and thick diaper peeking out under the hem, her pacifier hanging from the front by a ribbon. “Wow, that is kinky,” Olivia said to Kristine. Kristine grabbed her hand. “They are here for me, so we thould leave.” She teleported away with Olivia in tow.

its because theres no tangible outcome and theres cheaper, less stigma attached, hobbies + interests to have. if i could i would. not because of guilt, (Forget What Other People Think) but to be more successful and take all the time i spend on ABDL and turn it into something more productive. like learn a new language, spend more time with friends or family, or volunteer. but i know my POS self, id just replace all that time with more video games or books =/ so i wouldnt better myself anyway, so i just accept it at this point. afterall, it could be worse.

Way to go! Happy for you to be able to give yourself back the experience.

Parent Teacher Night By:RambleLamb Her heels clicked on the linoleum and reverberated in the small corridor of the school hallway. She was still dressed in her smart cream colored business suit, her gray peacoat tied loosely closed to defend against the cold outside, as she walked down the hall with her daughter's hand in hers. The little girl worked hard to keep pace with the long, elegant strides of her mother and was more or less being dragged down the hall to her classroom. The handwritten sign on the door read "Ms. Malford, Kindergarten" and below that, a second handwritten sign read "Welcome, parents!" that sign being adorned with pastel smiley face stickers. The woman sighed wearily and pushed the door open, entering with her daughter and releasing her grip on the little girl's hand to remove her own coat while she watched her daughter do the same, taking both coats and looking for a place to put them. "You can hang them up in the cubbies at the back of the room, dear." a kindly older woman's voice said from nearby. The woman gasped, not seeing the woman behind the desk at the front of the room until she'd suddenly spoken. The woman looked at the teacher and then at the coats in her arms and nodded her understanding before clip clopping to the back of the room to hang the coats up on the little hooks inside the tight cubbies and then walked back to the front of the room, looking puzzled as she scanned the area for a place to sit. The teacher rose from behind her desk and gestured with her open palm to the small, brightly colored chairs in front of the desk. "I know they're a little small, but I feel that it's important to have the children be on equal ground with their parents during these meetings," she explained. "it's been my experience that if we treat them like smaller versions of adults we'll see them reach and exceed that expectation sooner than if we coddle them or speak like they're not a part of the conversation." she added. The woman desperately wanted to roll her eyes, but she maintained her demeanor and nodded silently before taking a seat on the small yellow plastic chair, her ample bottom finding the fit to be less than ideal, but not as bad as she'd expected. She turned to see her daughter cover her mouth to suppress a giggle at the sight of her mother on a child's chair, but a sharp look brought the girl to the other chair to sit quietly with her hands folded in her lap. The teacher raised an eyebrow without either of the pair in front of her noticing and sat down in her own chair, a decidedly more adult chair, and opened a file on her desk. "It says here that you're a single parent, is that correct, Allison?" the teacher asked, adjusting her glasses as she read the document in front of her. The woman bristled at the informality of the teacher using her first name rather than addressing her by "Ms. Grey" like other adults would, but she chalked it up to the daft old bat being surrounded by little nose pickers all day and decided to let it go. "Yes, that's correct." she replied demurely. Ms. Malford nodded. "I think it would be a good demonstration for you to address me as "Ms. Malford" or "Ma'am", don't you, Allison?" she asked. Allison felt her face flush at the insinuation that she show this woman respect but not be given it in return but held her tongue. "Yes, Ma'am." she said through clenched teeth, producing another small giggle from her daughter. Ms. Malford smiled and looked back down at her file. "Do you find it difficult to be a single parent?" she asked. Allison shook her head. "No." she said bluntly and immediately added "Ma'am." when Ms. Malford looked up at her. Ms. Malford smiled again and nodded her approval. "Well, Lydia is one of my brightest students, she's often helping the other children after completing her own work, and offering her assistance with various things I need to do to ensure the children are taken care of." she explained. "To hear her tell things, she didn't learn that from you though." she added. Allison looked to her daughter in surprise and then to Ms. Malford. "I'm not sure what you mean by that, but I assure you that I-" she began petulantly but stopped when Ms. Malford held up her hand to her. "I've heard many excuses over the years, Allison, and I'm in no mood to hear more of them tonight." she said. "The simple fact is that, if Lydia is to be believed, and given her behavior in class and her maturity, I do, you're not quite the mature and proper parent you present yourself as." she explained. Allison went red with anger and shot up from her little chair, hands on her hips defensively. "Listen here you old bitch!" she began. "Sit down, Allison!" Ms. Malford commanded with an empowered voice that her slight and almost frail frame hid the existence of. Without hesitation, Allison plopped back down onto the chair, her face red from embarrassment now over anger. Ms. Malford rose from her seat and put her hands behind her back as she walked around the desk, looking at Allison with the practiced eye of a teacher. "That's a perfect example of what I'm talking about, young lady." she said. "Not only are you incapable of handling the slightest bit of constructive criticism, but you're also disrespectful to your elders, short tempered, and you have a potty mouth!" she said, narrowing her gaze as she listed off Allison's shortcomings. "Look, I've been very stressed at work, I have a very important job and-" Allison began to explain but stopped when Ms. Malford again raised her hand toward her. "I believe that I explained already that I'm not interested in excuses." she said simply. "Though, I didn't really expect you to listen to that and avoid wasting my time with them anyway." she added. Allison shifted uncomfortably on her little chair, feeling ridiculous perched on the colorful plastic thing as she was berated by this woman in front of her daughter. "I'm sorry, Ma'am, please, if you'll just let me explain about my situation, I'm sure you'll see that-" she was cut off by Ms. Malford before she could finish her sentence. "In my class, I like to encourage productive dialogue by having the students use other means of communication to illustrate their thoughts and feelings." she explained. "I find that if a student draws a picture of what they're thinking or feeling it helps them to better articulate their points when speaking about them." she added as she walked over to the small circular table near the other side of the classroom and produced a sheet of construction paper and a box of crayons from the nearby shelf of art supplies, laying the items on the table. "I want you to come over to the table, Allison, and draw me a picture of your house and the people in it." she said matter of factly. Allison once again flushed, looking at the small table and imagining herself sitting in one of those chairs coloring a picture like her daughter might. "Ms. Malford I-" she began to protest. "Lydia, would you be a dear and help Allison to the art table?" Ms. Malford asked. The little girl shot right up from her seat, "Of course, Ms. Malford!" she chirped obediently, moving behind her mother's chair, taking her mother's hand and leading the way to the table as requested, her mother shuffling behind her in much the same way Lydia herself had done on the way into the classroom as her mother led her by the hand. After staring blankly at the table for a moment Allison watched her daughter pullout the little chair in front of the paper and crayons and gently guided her mother down onto it before taking a seat nearby and folding her hands politely on the table. "Thank you, Lydia." Ms. Malford said to the little girl with a warm smile, one that quickly faded when she turned her gaze back to Allison. "See, she's quite the mature girl, very helpful with the more," she pondered her next word for a moment, "sluggish students." she finished, satisfied with her description. The implication that she was a sluggish student somehow developmentally below her decades younger daughter wasn't lost on Allison, but looking up from her tiny chair at Ms. Malford made her reluctant to correct the assertion. "Now, as I said before, I'd like you to draw a picture of your house and the people in it." Ms. Malford repeated. Allison reluctantly reached out and picked up the box of crayons, opening it and looking at the colors inside. The smell of the colorful wax brought her back to her childhood, she'd of course smelled crayons since then, but the combination of being in the Kindergarten classroom, seated in the small plastic chair at the little art table preparing to color a picture for a much older woman in a position of power within these walls culminated in a strong feeling of diminishment in her adulthood. She knew she was still the same successful businesswoman she'd been when she walked in the room, but for some strange reason she also felt like she'd somehow shifted back to an earlier, younger version of herself and the feeling made her head feel like it was floating as she pulled a purple crayon out and began drawing on the construction paper. Several minutes passed with Ms. Malford and Lydia watching as Allison created her picture, and when her crayon went back into the box, Allison looked up at Ms. Malford. "All done, dear?" she asked. Allison nodded but remained quiet. Ms. Malford walked around the table and stood behind Allison, placing a hand gently on her shoulder with one hand while the other plucked the paper from the table and held it up so both of them could look at it. "Tell me what you've drawn, Ally." Ms. Malford said sweetly. Allison felt an odd tingle run up her spine and to the base of her skull at hearing the nickname she'd had through elementary school being invoked here in the present. She pointed at the drawing. "This is our house." she explained, pointing to the slightly off kilter box in the center with skewed windows on the face and a wonky door in the center. "Who's this?" Ms. Malford asked, pointing to the larger stick figure in the drawing, a crudely scribbled hourglass over the body to serve as a dress. "That's me." Ally said timidly, the smell of Ms. Malford's perfume filling her nose, reminding her of her grandmother. She remembered playing at her grandmother's house in the Summer, free from school for three wonderful months without a care in the world, but now she found herself back in school and felt a pang of longing for that freedom again. "And this?" Ms. Malford asked, pointing to the smaller stick figure that appeared to be holding a ball or maybe a giant jellybean, the drawing really wasn't very good. "That's Lydia." Ally said, looking over to her daughter who was smiling approvingly at her. Ally felt a swell of pride at Lydia's approval for some reason. Ms. Malford patted Ally on the head softly. "You did a very good job, Ally." she commended. "But, I think maybe you got a little confused when you were drawing, didn't you?" Ms. Malford asked. Ally looked up at the now standing woman, amazed at how she was towering over her, feeling suddenly very small and unsure of herself. "I don't understand." she said, her puzzlement written on her face clear as day. "Well," Ms. Malford began, "you said that this was you, correct?" she asked, pointing to the smaller figure. Ally felt the tingle again, her memory of playing at grandma's house coming back with the smell of Ms. Malford's perfume. She remembered her mother taking her over there for the Summer, but not because she was out of school, that was silly, she wasn't even in school yet, was she? Ally sat in silence as she tried to straighten out her muddled thoughts and memories. "Ally!" Ms. Malford said sharply to draw the girl from her stupor. Ally jumped in surprise and turned to Ms. Malford, suddenly very concerned that she was in trouble and also that the slight wet tickle in her panties meant she'd had an accident when she was startled. Her hands went below the table and clamped between her thighs, feeling the tiny warm spot she'd created there. "Sorry, Ms. Malford, what was the question?" she asked. Lydia rose from her seat and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Ms. Malford asked if you'd gotten confused with your drawing because you said this was you." she explained patiently as she pointed to the little figure. Ally tried to remember which figure she'd identified as herself, but she was still struggling with her memory of playing at grandma's and with the dampness in her panties. "Yes." she finally said absently as she wondered if the dampness was growing or not. Ms. Malford nodded. "I see, so you're this one." she said, pointing to the little figure. "And Lydia is this one?" she clarified, pointing to the larger figure. Ally remembered now that her mother had brought her to her grandmother's house when she was little. She remembered being carried and playing outside, but not all the way outside. The attention shifting from the situation in her panties allowed her to focus better but also allowed the situation to spill out of control, creating a little puddle beneath her chair. She remembered looking at the yard through a fence, and then everything clicked, she'd been in a playpen outside, because she wasn't a girl out of school for the Summer, she was a baby! "Baby!" she exclaimed with pride. Lydia was gently rubbing Ally's back and nodding. "Are you a baby, Ally?" she asked softly. Ally looked at Lydia and then at Ms. Malford and then felt the clammy wetness on her bottom and struggled to understand what was happening. "Ms. Malford, Ally had an accident." Lydia said, continuing the reassuring rubbing of Ally's back. Ms. Malford clucked her tongue disapprovingly. "This is precisely what I was talking to you about earlier, Lydia." Ms. Malford began as she moved back to Ally and took the girl's hand, gently pulling her to her feet. "Ally exhibits clear indicators that she's simply not ready for school yet, and I think would benefit from some time in our daycare to more properly cement the elements in her development that are clearly lacking." she explained as she placed Ally's hand in Lydia's and led the way to the door, Lydia moving behind her with Ally in tow as they moved through the door and down the hall. Ally looked down at her feet as they stumbled along clumsily behind Lydia, she wondered absently where they were going, but the cold wetness in her panties reminded her that she'd had an accident and she knew that the grownups were taking her to fix the problem. Standing outside another door, Ms. Malford unlocked it and entered, flipping on the lights as she did. Lydia pulled Ally along inside, Ally looking at the brightly colored sign on the door and giggling at the cartoon sun and flowers but not seeing what the words near them said. As they entered the room Ally saw the toys and immediately raced forward to them only to be stopped in her tracks by Lydia's firm grasp on her hand. "They'll be time enough for play in a moment, Ally, but first we need to get you cleaned up, don't we?" Ms. Malford asked rhetorically. Ally looked to Lydia and saw the warm, reassuring smile on her face and felt a calm wash over her. Ms. Malford and Ms. Grey weren't mad at her for having an accident, they were going to make it all better and then she could go play. The prospect of playing with the brightly colored toys on the soft and colorful playmat made her happy and she obediently followed behind Ms. Grey as she led her to the back corner of the room where the changing tables were. "Now, because of Ally's size, I'm afraid she won't be able to use all of the things the teachers have available to them for caring for the other little ones, but I'm sure they'll manage just fine." Ms. Malford explained as she grabbed a plastic mat from beneath the top of the changing table and handed it to Lydia. "I'm afraid I'm not quite as spry as I used to be, Ms. Grey, but I'm confident you can handle things here perfectly well." she said. Lydia nodded and got down on her knees to spread the plastic mat out and gently but commandingly guided Ally down onto it before beginning the process of disrobing her charge. Ally had decided that the brightly colored things hanging from the ceiling were overwhelmingly fascinating and reached her hands up to grab them, the concept of distance eluding her as she jostled back and forth at Ms. Grey helping her out of her clothes. Ms. Malford had gone to the small desk on the other side of the room and returned with a pink and white bag which she set beside Ms. Grey. "I had hoped we wouldn't need this, but prepared it in case." she explained. Lydia set the wet clothes aside and went into the bag, pulling something out and leaning forward, placing it to Ally's lips. "Open up for your binky, sweet girl." she cooed. Ally felt a rubbery material on her lips and opened her mouth instinctively, allowing the object to enter and fill her mouth. As she probed it with her tongue and tentatively tried to chew on it, she found herself beginning to suck and was again filled with a wave of calm. "See there, she's clearly much more akin to a toddler or infant." Ms. Malford declared. Lydia nodded. "I feel like it's my fault for not seeing the signs sooner." she said. "I hope that she'll be able to catch up to where she should be soon." she added as she went back into the bag and produced the container of baby wipes that she began to use to clean Ally's wetness from her. Ms. Malford nodded approvingly. "I'm still so impressed with how mature you are for your age, Ms. Grey." she stated. Lydia was finishing her task of rubbing the powder into Ally's skin and wiping off her hands before she pulled the pastel pink diaper from the bag and quickly affixed it to Ally's waist with the tapes firmly and patted the front of it gently. "My grandmother always said that age was just a number, that some people were wise beyond their years." she said as she watched Ally roll onto her side and crawl away to the toys on the other side of the room, plopping down with a crinkle and her legs splayed out in front of her as she sucked her pacifier and pulled the colorful plastic items from the little basket containing them. Lydia smiled as she watched Ally play, "Then others are older on the outside than they really are on the inside." she said. Ms. Malford nodded. "It's getting late, Ms. Grey, perhaps you should call your grandmother to come and pick you both up." she offered sagely. Lydia nodded as she bagged up Ally's wet clothes and put them into the diaper bag. "My phone is in the other room, would you mind keeping an eye on her for a minute?" she asked as she rose to her feet. "Not at all, dear." Ms. Malford assured her. Once Lydia was out of the room, Ms. Malford approached Ally and looked down at her. "Lydia told me that you weren't quite up to the task of being a parent, dear." she began. "Tales of late nights out with clients that resulted in you stumbling home and passing out on the couch, often wetting yourself in your sleep and shamefully allowing your daughter to clean up after you while you showered, at her insistence no less. Eating meals prepared by her and balking at something as simple as attending a parent teacher conference because it wasn't a desirable task." she explained disappointedly. Ally looked up at the woman and though she wasn't quite sure what she was saying, she knew she was disappointed in her, and that didn't make her feel very good, it made her tummy feel like it was spinning and she began to fuss behind her pacifier. "I know you're not going to comprehend any of this, that's why I'm sharing it with you, but I'm a very powerful witch." she said. "One of my favorite things to do is balance the scales when they're nearing their tipping point, in this case, the inequity of your relationship with your daughter." she said, smiling down at Ally. "All of the changes are already beginning to take form, but tomorrow morning will be a fresh start for your family, you'll wake up knowing that you're too little even for Kindergarten despite being an adult, Lydia will wake up knowing that she's now the more mature sister in your relationship despite being twenty odd years younger than you, and your mother will wake up knowing that she's got two daughters, one poised for greatness and academic pursuits while the other one is destined to repeatedly fail the simple task of keeping her diapers clean and dry." she explained. "If you can master potty training before Lydia finishes school here then everything will go back to normal." she added. Ally furrowed her brow and felt herself sit forward to allow something to enter the seat of her diaper and that made her tummy feel better and she sat back and giggled at the silly old lady talking to her before a yawn escaped her. Ms. Malford chuckled to herself. "I half expected that to be your answer." she said. Lydia returned with the coats and purse left in the other room. "Grandma will be here soon." she said as she set the items down and went to Ally and Ms. Malford. "Did she give you any trouble?" she asked. Ms. Malford shook her head. "I'm afraid she'll need a clean diaper before bed, but aside from that, she was a perfect angel." she said. Lydia sighed teasingly and looked down at Ally. "Did you make a poopy after I just changed you?" she asked rhetorically. "Honestly, Ally, sometimes I wonder if you'll ever grow up!" she joked. Ms. Malford laughed knowingly and admired her handiwork.

Yipee, my boyfriend is coming to visit in February.

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That time it worked. I must have needed to be in a .ca site instead of a .com site. Thanks for the free download there bud.

Part one of a brand new story, "The Chikan" is available on my patreon. Updates and new parts of older stories such as Bad Seed, Naughty Christmas, and Pumpkin Patch will be available on my patreon at least 2 weeks before appearing anywhere else. Please consider supporting me. https://www.patreon.com/Cute_Kitten "Okay." I mumbled, looking down. I couldn't see my sandals past the bulge of the swollen, soggy diaper. I frowned down at the cartoon animals smiling up at me. I was still smarting from having yet another accident and was in no mood for her fondling. Sure, I enjoyed it on the horse- hell, her rubbing me in a wet, warm diaper felt good. The memory of it sent shudders down my spine. Oh boy. Oh boy. Oh boy, had it felt good. Until the rush of hormones ebbed and reality sank in. I wet my diaper again. The pleasure had been too good to deny. I peeked up at Skye. Her good humor seemed restored. "So, Gavi, what do you want for lunch?" "Um…." I was more focused on the wet diaper swinging between my legs, rubbing my inner thighs and forcing me into a waddle. "Oh, I know. It's a little different than what you're used to, but you'll like it." I paused, and tugged on Skye's hand to force her to stop. "Something normal." I put my hands on my hips- my diaper covered hips- and tried to stare sternly up at her. Skye's taste in food was weird as her personality. Perfect example; on one of our dates we were at some weird restaurant Skye had picked- Indian? Asian? Indonesian? I don't really remember- and she drank kopi luwak. Coffee brewed from beans pooped out by a civet. "Normal is relative. And boring. There's the Safari Food Court with ethnic African food, or the Rainforest Cafe with South American-" "American normal. Something I'd eat." I pouted. When it came to food, I learned not to trust Skye any further than I could throw a fat sumo wrestler. "How about these!" Skye chirped, hands under her breasts, lifting them up as she stepped close to me, practically smothering my face in her cleavage. "Skye!" I blushed and stepped back with a crinkle. "That's not food!" Skye laughed madly. "To some it is! Babies drink their mommy's milk. That's what these were made for." I stared at her like she'd suddenly sprouted another head. Did I ever mention that my girlfriend is weird? Was she implying she'd nurse me? That I was a baby because I had an accident…or two….and was now in a wet diaper? More than likely she was just teasing me. "Normal food." I stated again. "Milk is perfectly normal." "For a baby. I'm not a baby. No baby food." "Alright, alright. No baby food." Skye promised with a huff. "We'll get something boring and more American than a drunk redneck." She turned her head and suddenly perked right up. "Oh, hotdogs! That was easy!" The path dipped down to the left and gave way to a small food stall advertising hot dogs, with an outdoor seating area framed by landscaped shrubbery and pretty, seasonal flowers. Pigeons milled about the tables and chairs, pecking at bits of french fries and bun on the ground. She grabbed my hand and merrily skipped off suddenly, yanking me along. With my swollen, wt diaper I had trouble keeping up. My legs spread wide in a crinkly waddle while her long, sleek legs ate up the ground. How did she move so fast in those high wedge sandals? Between the fast pace and the tugging on my hand, I wobbled, off balance. "Skye!" "Hm? She slowed unexpectedly and I still wobbled, free arm pin wheeling. She giggled, taking my other hand in hers and steadied me. "There you go, Gavi-poo. I'll go slower so you can keep up." "I can keep up!" I insisted, cheeks red. "Sure, sure." Skye just giggled again. We set off, not holding hands. Skye moved fast, almost in line and I sped up too, trying to keep up. I got a pretty good waddle-run going on. I smiled, a small part of myself feeling proud for figuring this gait out. Several strides in and my balance went off-kilter. I wobbled to and fro, diaper swaying heavily between my legs when I lost my balance completely. "Gavin!" Skye caught me, her slim arms around my thin waist. She steadied me. I blushed, mumbling a quiet thank you. I just wasn't used to moving around in a wet diaper. Skye held my hand, leading me at a calm walk over to the food line. A tiny feeling of security, of safety welled up in me with Skye holding my hand. I frowned, wondering at that feeling. Surely I was a big boy who could walk all on his own. I just enjoyed holding her hand because she was my girlfriend, my Skye. That was all. I was so busy mulling over all this I barely paid attention as Skye ordered. Two girls manned the hot dog booth; both wore the green t-shirt with the zoo's logo and khaki shorts. No diapers for them. One girl, a curly redhead, leaned over the counter to grin manically at me. "Oh, what a cutie you have!" She gushed to Skye. I blushed and scooted behind Skye. It was rare for girls to flirt with me, and I was never really sure how to handle it. "I know it." Skye preened, pleased as if the girl had been complimenting her. "We'll take the Mother and Cub special, extra Formula." She ordered then slid over the change as the girl rung her up. I stayed behind Skye for the rest of the exchange, and I didn't pay attention to the tray. I assumed they would be nearly the same. I mean, a hot dog was a hot dog, right? Wrong, Gavin. Oh so very wrong. Sure, Skye got a regular hot dog. On a bun. With toppings. I got a regular hot dog, too. Except mine was all cut up like a toddler's, served on a paper plate shaped like some zoo animal, and served with a plastic toddler fork. Skye picked a shady, clean table and set us both up for lunch. I just stared at the tray and crossed my arms while Skye happily dug into her own food. She's tall and slender and quite the successful stripper. And she could eat like a pig sometimes. She wasn't one of those Barbie girls that existed on bottled water and lettuce. If it was good, she'd eat it. That was another one of the things I liked about her; a girl who wasn't afraid of food. I think she just had a high metabolism or she burned it off with all that pole dancing. And I was NOT going to eat that toddler chow. I think I'd rather have civet poop coffee. Maybe. "Gavi-poo, what's wrong, baby? Eat your nummy hot dog so you'll have lots of energy for the rest of our big day!" Skye cooed, leaning across the outdoor table. The sun shone annoyingly bright in the blue sky; no chance of rain washing out the day. I scrunched my face up, pushing away the childish paper plate with the colorful blue plastic fork, made wide so that small, unsteady hands could easily grasp it. I wanted a regular round, plain white paper plate like she had. Like all the grown ups had. My cheeks flushed at the thought. I was a grown up, too, even if I was sitting in a slightly damp diaper as childishly colorful as the animal-shaped paper plate. I puffed my cheeks out, refusing to say outloud I wanted a new diaper. Pants. Big boy pants. I wanted my big boy pants because I was a big boy. "You like hot dogs. If the fork's too hard, just use your fingers, baby." She cajoled in a sing-song tone. "Don't you want to see what Zoo Friend you got?" Her fingers pushed the plate insistently towards me. "Have some milky." She pushed a blue plastic sippy cup with a green lid closer to me. I pushed them back. "No." My diaper rustled loudly as I moved on the hard metal chair. I crossed my arms and turned my head away. Families sat around us, mostly mothers and their little boys, with a few grandmothers and daddies sprinkled in. The further the day progressed, the more baby boys popped up like dandelions growing wild. Like me, most of them wore just a t-shirt, sandals, and a gargantuan diaper plastered with happy cartoon animals. Some wore just shoes and a diaper. I stared around at the crowd, feeling smaller inside with each passing second, as if I truly belonged with the babies. A few lucky ducks had shortalls with puffy diaper butts and obvious metal snaps in the crotch, but at least their diapers were covered. A few pre-school aged boys near us reluctantly fed themselves using the same despised, childish plasticware and plate I had. Across the outdoor cafeteria seating, a mother opened up her sleeveless blouse and brought her squirming, squalling infant to her breast. The safari print diaper poked out the leg holes of the yellow onesie. "Gavin." The melodic tone withered to a sharp command as she picked up the fork and speared a dime sized slice of hotdog. She brought it up to my face; the motion made her breasts jiggle gently in her low cut top. The bared swell of creamy flesh immediately snagged my attention with toddler-like fascination. I wanted to look away, but my eyes had a mind of their own. Was it just me, or did they look a little bigger? A little fuller and firmer like they were swelling. A strange craving for milk filled my mind. My mouth hung slightly open; my lips wet. Was I drooling? Skye shoved the fork between my lips. "Good boy!" She cooed in a happy sing-song voice again. I frowned, but part of me- the same part that got all warm and tingly when I wet my pants then my diaper- glowed with happiness at the syrupy praise. "Come on, baby, you need to chew." Sky encouraged as I mechanically ground hotdog between my teeth. My gaze stayed focused on the gentle swell of her bosom, mind in a hazy cloud of pleasure from her warm tone and thoughts of milk. "Here comes the airplane, in for a landing." She dipped and and zig-zagged the fork through the air, making airplane noises as she tried to feed me another bite. I closed my lips, refusing another bite. I was not a baby. She did not have to trick me into eating. A small part of me thrilled at the airplane game. What other noises would an imaginative girl like her come up with? I mentally shoved those beguiling thoughts away forcefully. "I can do it myself." I insisted, cheeks turning red as I quickly picked up the childish sippy cup and took a long drink of the Baby Formula so she couldn't stuff any more hotdog in my face. It was chill and sweet; the more I drank it, the more it grew on me. Must be an acquired taste. "Baby, you weren't feeding yourself. We've got lots of fun ahead. Don't you want to see the rest of the animals? I'm just helping you since you're having trouble." Skye smiled, reaching out to ruffle my hair. I tried to duck, but she was too fast. Her hand on top of my head felt…..not that degrading. Almost nice. I could tolerate it. She pulled the sippy cup from my lips mid-swig. Milk dribbled down my lips and chin, dripping onto my shirt. She wiped my face with a napkin then dabbed at my shirt. "I need to get a bib for my Gavi-poo. Just look at that shirt." She giggled, immensely pleased. "Hey! Not my fault. You pulled it out of my mouth." I glared at her. She just smiled back and jabbed another piece of hotdog, blithely ignoring my complaints as if I was just a fussy toddler. "I can't let you chug your milky like that. You'll get a tummy ache. You need to eat your hotdoggy all gone like a good boy!" She cooed some more I turned my head aside at her attempt to feed me. "I can do it myself." I insisted. A slight breeze picked up, tickling my bare legs. The sensitive skin of my exposed inner thighs prickled in goosebumps; I wished for anything to cover my diaper. Even shortalls with poppers in the crotch and a smiling kangaroo on the bib. "Okey dokey." Skye smiled with a raised eyebrow, as if she already knew how this was going to end. "But if it doesn't work, then you'll be a good boy and let Mommy feed you." I blinked. "What?" Surely I had misheard her? The word "mommy" made me feel small and helpless inside. Part of me liked it. The word sprang to my tongue, tempting me to say it. To call Skye "mommy". Mommy Skye. I frowned, shifting awkwardly on the hard metal seat. My diaper crinkled noisily. My diaper. No longer "the" diaper. I had already wet it, my urine laying claim to the padding swaddling me. My diaper and Skye was my loving mommy. The warmth in my tummy-stomach- grew. A bigger part of me shuddered in horror at these thoughts. Skye smiled so sweet, her eyes glued to me expectantly. "I said, you'll be a good boy and let me feed you. It's okay, baby. I'm sure you can do it all by yourself." She pressed her soft lips to my cheek as she placed the fork in my hand, like a mommy encouraging her toddler to feed himself. I blushed, dropping my eyes to my plate. Of course I could do it. I was a big boy. The fork was too wide and chunky to hold like a normal fork. I was forced to hold it in my fist like a clumsy toddler. I peeked up at Skye; she continued to watch me, smiling as she ate her own hotdog. Whole, on a bun, loaded with ketchup, mustard, and relish. An adult hotdog. I wanted one like that too. I pouted and jabbed at a round slice on my plate. The little piece jumped forward, pushed by the plastic fork tines. "That's the cutest thing I've ever seen." She giggled. My face flamed; I jabbed the hot dog harder. Success. Automatically, I looked up at Skye, beaming with pride. She was still smiling. What was I doing? I looked down in disgust in time to see the hot dog slip off the fork. I puffed my cheeks out, suppressing a stream of profanities. Normally Skye wouldn't care, but I had an odd feeling she'd reprimand me for swearing today. Probably because of all the babies and kids around. I threw the fat blue fork down and grabbed (perhaps pinched?) the hotdog. It was halfway to my lips when it slipped and fell to the ground. My pout deepened. Maybe, in my frustration, I squeezed too hard? Skye breezily laughed as if she was delighted. "What a determined baby!" She gushed as she dug through the gift bag, pulling out a folded up, small plastic rectangle. She had already finished her hotdog and mango smoothie made with a heavy helping of Mother's Milk. She kissed both my cheeks affectionately, soothing away the frustration and distracting me. When she sat back, I realized something was around my neck. I looked down to see a happy cartoon lion smiling up at me from a plastic white rectangle. I was wearing a bib. My eyes widened as I stared down at my chest. I blushed again, curling in on myself and sneaking a self conscious glance around. Nobody- no mommy, no kids- batted an eyelash at the sight of a grown, diapered man in a bib. It was the same lack of reactions I'd experienced when first diapered. It was as if the world saw me as just another toddler in a bib and diaper. Pre-school boys fed themselves, gloomy in their happy cartoon animal print diapers. At least they could feed themselves and did not need bibs. Jealousy ate at me, so I looked away with a soft snort. Jealous of a preschooler. What the hell was wrong with me? "It's okay, Gavi-poo. You did your best." Skye cooed, kissing the tip of my nose. I smiled back reflexively. She fed me a bite of hotdog; she had no trouble with the fork. That's how the rest of our lunch went. Skye was deliriously happy, in her element. She cooed at me, plastering my face with sloppy kisses and making silly faces as she fed me. Defeated, I cooperated, barely tasting the food; I was absorbed by the loving attention she showered on me. Over her shoulder, I saw the bushes near our small table rustle. A female peacock darted out. The peahen's plumage was mostly brown, the infamous vibrant peacock colors only a faint ring around her neck. She pecked at the hotdog on the ground, snapping it up in her beak then dashing back to the bush. Diapered toddlers just stared, like I did. They did not squeal or clap like I would have expected of youngsters. Mommies cooed excitedly to their babies, pointing the large birdie out. A peachick poked his head out of the bush. His downy feathers were brown and white with faint speckles of vibrant blue and green; a promise of future splendor. He pecked at the hotdog his mommy held in her beak, as if he were a fully grown bird trying to steal it. The peahen pecked him sharply on the head; then very reluctantly, he opened his beak and hungrily chirped like a baby bird should. The peahen ruffled her feathers in approval and dropped the hotdog into her baby's beak. Was that normal bird behavior? Before I could ponder the strangeness anymore, Skye wiped my hands and face with something cold and wet. A baby wipe, just like she'd used to clean me with down there. In my diaper area. I shuddered at the thought, partly repulsed but another part of me knew it was true. Warmth bubbled in my stomach as I acknowledged it. Not my crotch- my diaper area. Skye took my bib off, stuffing it back into the bag. "Come on, Gavi-kins. There's still so much more to do." She gently but firmly took my hand, guiding me to my feet. She smiled at me, her heart in her eyes, all soft and warm. She was truly happy to be here with me in this moment. My insides warmed in response. For a moment, I forgot all about my diapers and being babied. All that mattered was being with her, our hands clasped and hearts beating as one. I crinkled along at her side, feeling content and at peace within myself.

It very much was intended as a compliment! LR is like the Stephen King of ABDL horror. ?

Not the first horror story she's posted here. Definitely a creepy one, though.

Your background is similar to mine. I wet the bed till about age nine. Then, except for purposeful, was dry till I wet in my sleep on multiple occasions after consuming beer in my late teens. A couple years later in a place of my own I began to experiment with beer and water before bed hoping to sleep wet. It worked to the point a girlfriend diplomatically suggested diapers. To my amazement, as time passed with a diaper minimizing the downside it took less and less and eventually no alcohol to achieve the goal. Someone asked how long it took. In my case perhaps five years from the time I began to try to wet in my sleep till I no longer trusted myself not to when sleeping away from home.

OMG this was the best chapter I have ever read. You took your time Dr_J and made it last. All I need now is a Mommy to do the same to me. Thank you you did a great job. ?

After finishing my pizza and Bill finished his, I wiped his hand with a baby wipe right in front of everyone, "All clean" One lady who walked by smiled and said, "looks like you have your hands full" and I say, "He's just not ready to potty train yet which is why he's diapered still as well as wets and messes," and her teenage sons laugh. "He needs his pampers changed, but I was thinking of taking him to the park if you guys want to check it out and that goes for anyone else," I say loud enough to get attention of customers and workers. Like a proud babysitter, I loop the diaper bag over my shoulder with the big babies diapers visible so there's no question that it's not for a regular baby. I lead him to the park and it's busy with kids of all ages playing sports or just hanging. I put your overalls on with snaps while pinning a pacifier to Bill's shirt that is bright red. "Go play for 20 minutes on the slide" which is really close to the other kids as well as a concert. "I will let you know when to come back for your diaper change little boy and I want you sucking on your paci the whole time or your thumb," I say loud enough for people to look over and notice not a baby, but a teen. I give your bottom a few firm swats so it crinkles loudly so everyone know what it is now. I text a few of my friends from school while waiting for the little boy to finish playing. Here and there I say Be A good little boy. After it's been long enough I call out, "Little Billy come here," while setting up a change mat right between the concert and kids playing so everyone can watch the humiliation about to unfold

As the author, I can confirm there is a game at play, hehe? The real question is: who is getting played? Are Carey and Chase being played? Or are Carey and Chase playing Saul? Or... are there other parties playing them all? It's a conundrum, truly. Thank you for your thoughts! Here's a small update for now ? Chapter 19 A few weeks later. Hayden stood, looking over Carey’s shoulder as she broke into the database of Happy Baby Hospital. Live video footage of the hospital rooms appeared on the screen. “Camera 17, there.” Hayden said to Carey as she selected the angle to enlarge the video. “I’m going to get a drink. Want anything?” Carey stood, looking sadly to Hayden who took Carey’s office chair. “You should know you don’t have to ask by now.” Hayden said with slight sarcasm mixed with disgust as she tapped the keys on the laptop, changing the camera angles. Hayden’s eyes fell on her old friend, Violet. Hayden had to look away, vile thoughts bubbling in her head from the image on her screen. Violet was sitting in a white cushion covered room, in a diaper and a white straight jacket. She had a blindfold over her eyes and headphones covering her ears. Completelydesensitized. Hayden exited out of the camera and flicked through the other cameras, seeing some littles in their ‘hospital’ beds, which some were cribs with bars. All of the littles were diapered, most were sleeping. The ones that were awake looked drugged. Carey set down a glass of wine in front of Hayden. “Whatexactly do they do to them at this ‘hospital’?” Hayden said, quickly gulping down her wine and setting down the empty glass. Carey blinked, smiling warmly, “Hayden, maybe tonight’s not the night I should tell you that.” Hayden crossed her arms, “There’s no right time or place. Just tell me.” Carey looked uncomfortable as she crossed her legs, “Permanent incontinence, medically induced-“ She was cut off as Chase popped into the office. “Hey! Saul’s on the phone. He wanted to ask you a question.” Hayden blinked out of her sudden entranced state, wanting Carey to continue. Her mind was buzzing about the words permanent incontinence as Carey got up, taking the phone from Chase as she walked away. Chase put his hands in his pockets, suddenly awkward as he leaned against the doorframe, “So… what are you guys doing in here?” Hayden turned back to the laptop screen, feeling her buzz increasing as seconds passed, “About this.” She went back to camera 17 where Violet looked to be sleeping. It was hard to tell though in her restrained state. Chase blinked away from the screen, trying to act like he didn’t see it. He had heard of the Happy Baby Hospital, but he didn’t want to see it. “Maybe you should stop looking at that.” Chase said, still standing there oddly. Hayden looked up to his lanky figure, as he was acting weird. “Why are you being weird?” Hayden said squinting up to him. He frowned, shaking his head, “I’m not-“ Carey walked in, still on the phone, “Next weekend is our business trip, right?” Chase nodded. “Yeah, that would be perfect if you could. Thanks, again, Saul, you’ve been so kind.” She said with her country charm hinting her words. Hayden scrunched her face to Carey who looked away to not be distracted. She handed the phone to Chase, “Night, bud.” Chase hung up the phone, scratching his forehead. Hayden spoke, “What just happened?” Carey sucked in air, “Well… Chase slipped that we were going to be out of town next weekend and… Saul offered to take care of you.” Hayden’s eyebrows furrowed, her hand covering her face, “Please tell me…. you two… didn’t say yes.” She said slowly, face becoming red. Chase shrugged, “We had too.” Hayden’s body became tense, “No, you DIDN’T have too.” She emphasized as she stood with her hands in the air. “Hayden, we have to keep our friends close and our enemies closer. This will make us blend in with the hunters and almost completely off the hunter’s radar. By him watching you for our ‘business trip’ when we take the littles at the safe house to the Mundane Realm, we can save littles while the leader of the hunters is distracted.” Carey explained, not letting Hayden have a word in until she was finished. Hayden walked away, defeated, “Whatever.” She walked down the stairs and grabbed the opened bottle of wine, taking it to her room. She laid down, drinking as she laid on her twin sized bed. She hugged a purple over-sized teddy bear. Would it really be that bad? Admittedly, she had a small crush on Saul in some weird, twisted way. He was handsome, dominant, witty and intelligent and those were all the traits Hayden wanted in a man in the Mundane Realm. He had this rough look to him, yet he was loving if you caught him at the right time. He was also commanding, self-reliant and dependable. From being at his house, she was surprised he didn’t have a wife. Hayden always wanted someone she felt she could depend on, take the reins, and make decisions for her. Of course, Hayden liked to consider herself an alpha female, just not in the bedroom. It was like the perfect man was in this realm yet he only could see Hayden as a ‘baby’. That’s not what Hayden wanted. She wanted to take the pacifier out and talk to him like an adult. Other times though, in all honesty, she wanted to be babied, to be unconditionally loved and given undivided attention to. It was an odd love-hate relationship she had with the whole ‘babying’ thing. She liked it, in a deep facet of her heart, but she’d never admit to it fully. Hayden fell asleep curled up to her teddy bear as her empty wine bottle rolled off the bed with thoughts of Saul stirring in her head.

Sorry for the wait! It has been a hectic last few days! But, I hope this next chapter will be worth the wait! <3 She stood at the door and watched him for a moment; he still laid there on the bed, in nothing but a diaper, a t-shirt, and the paci-gag still in his mouth. She smirked, as she walked away and headed to the kitchen. She reached into the cabinet to pull out a small blue baby bottle before reaching into the fridge and grabbing some apple juice. She poured the juice into the bottle about three-quarters of the way before stopping and putting the juice back in the refrigerator. She then reached for another cabinet and pulled out another bottle, dropping in a little bit of Magnesium Citrate. She didn’t want to put too much in it, but just enough to help things start to move along so to speak. She shook the bottle a little bit to mix it in before returning to the bedroom. She noticed his face got red once again when he saw the bottle. She leaned forward and unhooked the paci gag and before he could say another word she plopped the bottle into his mouth. “Finish this,” she demanded of him as she placed a hand upon his crotch, pressing her fingers against his dry diaper, feeling his hard dick underneath. Her mind was going a million miles a minute trying to think of all the fun things she could do to him. She watched as he continued to drink the bottle, knowing that it would take a few minutes. She also knew it wouldn’t be long before he wet his diaper once again, she wondered what position he should be in. On her lap with her hands pressed against him to feel it? Or maybe he should be kneeling? She licked her lips, all of them sounded pleasing to her. She continued to rub at his dick, watching as he moaned beneath the bottle’s nipple and arched his back slightly. She wanted to drive him crazy, but she didn’t want him to be able to cum anytime soon. It wasn’t long before he finished the bottle and she smiled as she grabbed it from him. “Good boy.” She whispered as she unfastened the paci-gag back in his mouth before returning to the kitchen to place the bottle in the sink. She walked over again into the bedroom, and he was now sitting up, looking helpless and quite adorable. She leaned against the door frame, watching him. “What shall we do with you now?” She mused to herself. “I guess we should start by me telling you the rules.” He looked at her shocked, and she felt herself grow moist. “If you obey me, I’ll reward you. But, if you disobey me, you will be punished.” She replied. “Whenever you have to wet your diaper, you need to tell me first and absolutely no messing your diaper! If you do, you’re going to be in trouble. As I said before you’re only allowed to call me mommy and you have to do whatever I say. I may add more later on if I feel like it. Do you understand?” He nodded his head, and she smiled at him, knowing she was setting him up for failure. But, what was the fun if she couldn’t punish him? She could only imagine him sprawled across her knees and spanking him – or even bringing out the significant punishment later. She felt herself getting more turned on by just the thought alone. This was more fun than she honestly thought it could be. Most play partners were more obedient, and not as bushy or cutesy as he was. She may have found her perfect boy toy. “I’ll be right back,” she whispered as she pushed him back onto the bed before leaving the room. She came back a few moments later with two things in her hand, one was leather like rope and in the other hand was a small purple vibrator. She smirked as she got on top of him and began to tie his hands together with the rope, he wiggled, as if he was trying to resist her, but one stern look of her eyes told him better. She then turned on the vibrator, on its lowest setting and slid it into his diaper, so it was pressing in-between his balls and his dick. He moaned through his paci-gag, as he twisted about, his hands tied above his head so he couldn’t move and take out the vibrator that was in his diaper. She smiled in victory enjoying see him like that. She looked at herself and sighed, realizing she was still wearing her uniform from work. She made sure he was watching as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it all, revealing a black bra that matched her panties, before pulling down her skirt – putting nothing else on. She stood there, in nothing but her black bra and panties and looked down at him, who was watching her, watching her full figure. She was curvy in all the right places, with good size breast and a decent ass as well. She licked her lips as she walked over to him and knelt beside the bed, so she was at his eye level. “Does that feel good?” She asked him, and he nodded his head. “Do you need to go potty?” She asked, and once again he nodded his head, she smiled as she reached her hand into his diaper and pulled out the vibrator. She sat up on the bed and patted her lap, deciding that was the place she wanted him to be when he filled up his diaper for her. He gave her a questioning look and did not move. “On. My. Lap.” She replied, furrowing her brows as she watched him. He did as he was told and gently laid himself upon her lap, she held his back with one arm and placed her other hand upon his crotch. He wiggled slightly; he was still tied at his wrists and was unable to free himself. “Go on; wet your diaper like the little boy that you are. I’m sure you wouldn’t be able to make it to the potty even if I un-diapered you and untied your hands!” His face turned a bright shade of red, and all he could do was nod his head. She smiled as she pressed against his crotch. It didn’t take long before she felt warmth underneath her fingers as the diaper continued to swell up. Honestly, even though he had two bottles of water to drink, it swelled up a lot more than she thought it was going to be. He turned his face away from her as he continued to wet his diaper until he was done. His diaper was soaked! She couldn’t imagine it could take more before it leaked everywhere…but that is where she wanted it to be. She pressed against his wet diaper, feeling it, rubbing and patting him. She loved the feel of the wet diaper beneath her fingers; the smell of it too was even arousing. “You wet your diaper!” She replied. “You are soaked! Any more and you’ll probably have leaked all over mommy, and then I would have to spank you!” He wiggled beneath her touch, and his face was still as red as before. She smiled as she continued to rub his diaper, feeling his dick press up against it, knowing he wanted release from the build-up, but it was going to be a while before she let him have any taste of that sweet release. She reached up and undid his paci-gag and let it fall to the ground as she pressed her lips against him, letting her tongue slide in, he gasped, as he wrapped his arms around as she continued to kiss him and rub his crotch. “You probably want me to change you?” She asked as she broke free and he meekly nodded his head. “Yes, mommy.” He said in a soft and cutesy voice. She couldn’t imagine him looking any littler than he did at that moment. “Too bad, you’re going to have to wait.” “W-wait?” He asked in a small voice, his cheeks were a bright red and he wiggled in her arms. She smiled at him as she pinched his cheeks, which somehow managed to get him even redder. She bit her lip in excitement by just watching him, as he sat in his lap in a soaked diaper and his red cheeks. She wanted to keep pushing it even more. She couldn’t wait to see his face later on when he finally realized what it would be coming. It would be glorious. “Yes, of course! Now I’m going to go do something real quick, but in the meantime, you’re going to sit on my bed in your wet diaper. No trying to get up or leave, no matter how long I’m gone." “O-okay…” He mumbled as she laid him back down on the bed, making sure his hands were still tied, before placing the paci-gag in his mouth. She also slipped the vibrator back into his diaper, watching him wiggle about some as it pressed against his dick. She watched him for a few moments before she left, leaving him there helpless without her. Just as she liked. She didn’t really have anything to do, but she knew that time was on her side and it wouldn’t take long before the medicine started to take effect. She decided to do a few chores around the house (while still in her bra and underwear), and about twenty minutes later she checked up on him. He was lying on the bed, wiggling about, as if he was in pain. “Is something the matter?” She asked in a fake concerned voice, very well sure what was going on. He nodded his head, trying to speak, but was unable to because of the paci-gag. She walked a bit closer to him. “Is your stomach hurting?” He nodded. She smiled. “Oh. That’s too bad. Well, still, you’re not allowed to mess your diaper and mommy isn’t ready to change you out of that diaper.” She bit her lip hard, almost breaking skin when she saw the look on his face. It was both of terror and humiliation – not true terror. She could see also a hint of excitement behind his eyes as well. It wouldn’t be long before his diaper would be overfilled and probably leak all over her sheets (which she wasn’t worried about). She stood there and watched him; it was only about a minute later before he let out a little moan as the room started to stink. Her eyes turned to his diaper as it began to fill up, even more, messing his diaper to the point where it could hardly hold anything more. She knew that he leaked on her bed. “Tsk, tsk, I told you not to mess your diaper.” She said as she walked forward and pressed her hands against the diaper, feeling the mess underneath; by this point, her panties were soaked. “Now mommy is going to have to punish you.”

Since I probably won't be at home over the next two days, here is chapter 2. I'm glad people are looking forward to it. They get longer with the new material. Chapter Two: Reset Her vision was blurry but she was starting to understand the world again. It took a moment before she realized she wasn’t in her room anymore. Her mouth was very dry and her head was pounding. She tried to move only to find she couldn’t. This set off every alarm in her body and adrenaline started pumping, shrugging off the drowsiness. The room looked like a doctor’s office, however the colors looked more like kids room than an office. Balloons and clouds decorated the wallpaper, however everything else was very sterile looking with metal counters and shelves. Looking down she realized she was strapped to a type of table that you would normally see at a morgue. What really started to scare her was the fact that she was dressed in only her bra and panties. Someone drugged her, undressed her, and tied her to the chair. Memories started flooding back and she was in pure panic mode now. Pulling as hard as she could, she wasn’t able to budge from the restraints. Tears started pouring down her cheeks, she didn’t know what was going on. A few minutes later she heard a door open behind her, she immediately stopped crying and went dead quite. The sound of heels clicked across the floor and what came into her view was not what she expected. The women in the red poke-a-dot dress, the woman who wanted to adopt her, the woman she declined. Rage flooded her body and she started yelling at her, only no sound left her mouth. She couldn’t talk, panic replacing the rage. “Calm down sweetheart, everything will be okay.” Mrs. Anderson said, putting her hand on Alex’s cheek. “I’ll explain everything sweet pea. You’ll be alright.” Alex’s breathing was rapid but for some reason her touch was calming. "My husband and I don’t get along very well anymore and we thought that adopting a child might help us communicate again. At the very least, it will be someone I could care for and be attached to.” She said as she turned away and began to prepare something out of sight. “We’ve spent months trying to find someone like you, around your age group. You’re done school as of yesterday and have no ties to a job or friends that anchor you to any one place. You’re small, light and you’re development has been reserved compared most girls your age. Almost unable to even fill an A cup.” She said with a small chuckle at the end. Taking whatever she was working on with her, she walked out of sight and she heard metal clank on metal. The sound of a cart wheeling closer allowed Mrs. Anderson to enter her vision again, but Alex couldn’t see the cart. She wheeled over a chair and sat down before looking at Alex once more. “Around your neck is a collar that cancels the vibrations in your vocal cords and will block anything you say. If you try to remove it, it will give you a nasty shock, so hands off. It looks like a medical device, so no one will try and remove it. It does allow some simple words, grunts, crying and things of that nature, but I’ll let you find out what works.” She said with a smile. “Now, as to why you’re strapped to a chair, I needed you stationary so I can explain what is going to happen and not have you freak out. Before I continue, I want you to understand fully, that you are going to be OK and this is just how your new life is going to start.” She said and she put Alex’s hand in hers. “We have adopted you, you have no choice in the matter. We will be raising you all over again, as our own. You need to be raised in a loving environment that will nurture in a way that you never experienced.” With a brief pause, she continued. “When I say you will be raised all over again, I mean it, literally.” With another pause she continued. “Since we’ve never had a child, we want start from the beginning. In our family, you will be introduced as a baby….” Mrs. Anderson could see Alex tense. “You will be our baby in every aspect. Highchairs, pacifiers, cribs, onesies and everything else that involves a baby. But don’t worry sweetheart, your every need will be taken care of. You won’t even need to worry about the bathroom anymore since all babies need to wear diapers.” This sent Alex into a crying fit, she didn’t want this, she really didn’t want this. Her brain was overloaded and her frustration just resulted in more tears since her verbal responses didn’t register. “You’re such a cutie when you’re crying, did you know that?” She said with a smile. “I am your mommy now, can you say mommy?” she accented with baby talk and booped Alex’s nose with her finger. “We’re almost ready to start your new life. After this next part, you won’t even need to act the part since you’ll be living it.” Pulling the cart closer, Alex could see the cart had medical equipment on it. She started struggling again to no avail. Mrs. Anderson picked up a syringe off the cart and took the cap off before looking as Alex once more. “This injection will make your muscles have a slight delay, it slows certain signals from your brain and it will make your limbs feel sluggish.” Alex felt a small pinch in her arm. “You won’t notice this one until you can move again, however it will take a few days to kick in fully.” She said with a wink. She held up another syringe, taking the cap off once again. “This one is a little more fun, and took a long time to develop. As you know, all babies wear diapers because they need them. They aren’t expected to use anything but their diapers, no one even bats and eye because it’s normal. It will be normal for people to see you in your diapers, no one will be expecting you to be able to use the toilet. It will be a regular and normal part of your life to pee during a diaper change or poop yourself in front of strangers. The best part is that it will be just as much of a surprise for you as it is for the people around you.” Alex’s tears were dried up at this point and she was just numb, she could still feel the slight heat of the first needle. She just wanted to go home, go back to school, to go back to being alone, anything but this. “But, since you were rude to us earlier today, there has been a slight change. Not knowing when you need to go or when you’re already going why babies wear diapers. With the change, you will still have total control over your bladder and bowels. The building pressure will make it feel like you really need to go, but will have no ability to stop it. No matter how hard you try, it will happen. It might even feel like you need to go and nothing will happen, it’s almost like a roulette. You’ll have between one and five minutes warning before you inevitably poop yourself. Sadly, bladder pressure will only give a 20-30 seconds of warning. This is your punishment for being rude, and it’s a light one. If you were a good baby when we met, you would have been completely oblivious to soiling yourself.” She proceeded to give Alex another shot, this time it was around her nether regions. She give her belly a slight tickle after the shot and grabbed the last needle. Alex could feel a slight burning around her lower region, she was in complete shock. “This last one is special, this will allow you to digest breast milk normally and sustain yourself fully if I choose to only breast feed you. I took a shot earlier that will help me produce milk, so you’ll be enjoying it from a bottle or from me directly multiple times a day. There is a side effect that actually works in our favor though. Since this changes some of your digestive capabilities, you’ll need to be regularly burped just like a real baby! It was a happy accident that I’m super excited about.” She proceeded to inject that final needle. “These take a few days to become fully effective as well, so your changes will be noticeable by everyone.” She wiped her hands off with a towel before covering up the needles with it. “I bet you want to know how long these will last.” She said as she moved the cart out of view again. Alex heard a rustling and a snap. Once again she emerged and got really close to Alex’s face. “Since I said we’ll be starting from the beginning, potty training doesn’t start for at least two or three years for a normal baby. It will last at least that long but it might be four or five years before you’re ready for potty training. You’ll probably wet the bed and have accidents for years after that though.” Mrs. Anderson reached behind Alex and undid her bra, taking it off. “I bet it will be nice not to worry about wearing these anymore, they can hurt sometimes.” She said dangling it in front of Alex. “I should know.” She said grabbing both her double D’s and hefting them up and down with a small laugh. She took a pair of scissors and proceeded to cut off her panties. “You won’t need these anymore.” Tossing them in a bin on the bottom of the cart with the bra. Alex was beyond embarrassed, she hasn’t been naked in front of anyone since she was little. She never had a boyfriend nor had she actually had sex before. She never made it a point to meet boys and normally just shut down anyone who attempted to close to her. Her face was flushed redder than ever, but she couldn’t do anything about it. “I doubt you can tell, but I’ve already removed all of your body hair so you almost look the part now. Once you’re in diapers, you’ll only be naked when I want you to be naked. Take a look at your clean girl parts now while you still can. Most of the time you see it, it will be covered in your pee pee and poopie.” Alex looked down and was dumbfounded, she looked like a child. All of her hair was gone, not just her downstairs, but her arms and legs were barren. She only now started to notice how cold she was. Mrs. Anderson walked out of view again for a moment, only to return with a diaper, baby powder, package of baby wipes and a tube of ointment. “That hair won’t grow back until I want it to, thanks to one of those needles.” She said as she unfolded the diaper and placed it under Alex. She opened pack of wipes and gave her a thorough cleaning. She popped the ointment cap and rubbed it all over her hands before rubbing it all over Alex’s diaper area. Cleaning her hands off with a baby wipe, she proceed to powder her. “Are you ready to reset your life?” Mrs. Anderson said with a smile, not expecting an answer as she brought the diaper up between Alex’s legs and taped it shut with two large tapes. “It will be okay sweetheart, you’ll get used to it.” She said giving Alex a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll see you when you wake up sweetheart.” She said and she pushed Alex’s black hair behind her ear. Alex’s ears started to buzz again and she noticed Mrs. Anderson removed another needle from her arm. Everything was fuzzy and started to dim to black.

Good afternoon! Here's Chapter 7 for you! Glad everyone is enjoying this so far! Chapter 7 Call me a sucker, but man, Michael was too darn cute! Before he left that Wednesday night, we actually kissed! Can you believe it?! The shy, blushy Michael quietly said goodbye, before giving me a hug, and then a gentle kiss on my cheek. Of course, he immediately apologized after I smiled, asking me if that was okay, and I told him to shut up and kissed him on the cheek in return, before we kissed on the lips. Nothing crazy, but boy, is he a good kisser! And yes, he blushed afterwards and said we'd figure out when to hang out again soon. It wasn't long before we did, either! We went on a few little dates here and there, ranging from fast-food restaurants to just perusing stores. I didn't want him to think the entire point of our get-together was to make him constantly talk about the whole diaper thing, but I knew getting to know each other a little more would make it much easier for him. Plus, I sometimes overthink things, and began to wonder just what might be needed to make Michael comfortable enough to wear a diaper or act more little around me. I highly doubted that he'd at some point just lie back and let me undress him before putting a diaper around his waist; we'd probably need to at least see each other naked first! That is...if he chose to go that far with me (and I hoped he would!). Between our little outings, we texted and chatted on the phone nearly every night, and Michael's disposition seemed much more relaxed each and every time. However, he always blushed, or giggled, or spoke shyly, whenever I would make little diaper references, or tease him with my sing-song voice. I told him that he'd better never get used to those things, not telling him that seeing his reaction just made me gush over him more. I'll admit that while I told myself I wouldn't get too attached too quickly, I was falling for Michael pretty quickly, and not just because of his blushy red cheeks. He spoke to me like I mattered, always paying attention to the littlest details and being interested in what I had to say. Even with his shy nature, he always smiled and made little random compliments about what I was wearing. I sent him a picture on a colder than usual day, and made a comment on how great my “wolf-skin boots” were (that's what he called them. They're literally boots with the faux fur showing at the top. Apparently he thought they were cool). I mean, nobody did that before, aside from the “ur hot” or “i bet ur cuter naked lol.” Guys, while there are women who are okay with being talked to that way, I will tell you now that a majority of us don't like that, especially if you can't use decent grammar or say something more thoughtful. Anyway, back to me and Michael. Yeah, I was a sucker for the guy, and I had a means of testing the waters a little more with him. He had asked me to come over for dinner and a movie on Friday night. “I was thinking maybe just ordering take-out and we can talk and maybe just rent something online?” Michael asked. “Porn?” I joked. “What? No, I don't-damn it, I fell for it again, didn't I?” he sighed with a laugh. One thing I noticed about Michael: he wasn't the best at realizing when a joke was made, and would sometimes fall for the bait and start defending himself. And I mean, almost every time. “You did fall for it again,” I giggled, “but nah, that sounds good.” So, that Friday night at 6, I showed up at Michael's place; a cozy apartment with a very similar layout to mine, except his had an extra room (his “computer room / guest bedroom” as he called it. I chose to wear a French vanilla-colored sweater and a lacy purple bra, with some very dark blue jeans and sneakers. Nothing fancy, but I didn't need to be fancy to enact the plan! We of course kissed and hugged for quite some time before actually eating dinner. Michael loved it when I ran my nails along the back of his neck, to a point where he'd stop dead in his tracks and lean forward slightly, almost in a trance...something I would use to my advantage in the future. Michael ordered a Friday night staple meal: pepperoni pizza, chicken wings, and some sodas. He insisted he pay for everything; another action that some of the guys I dated in the past seemed to never offer. Dinner went on as one would expect: giggling, telling stories about what happened at work, which movie we wanted to watch that night. After dinner, I poured myself a half glass of root beer with zero intention of drinking any of it. You see, as we headed to Michael's living room to pick out a movie, I conveniently spilled the root beer all over my shirt, letting out a quiet, “Aw, damn it.” “Oh, no!” Michael gasped when he realized what I'd done. “Ahh, my fault for being so clumsy. This is all wet, though! Doesn't look like I spilled it on your floor, thank God. I hate to be a bother, Michael, but do you have a shirt I could maybe borrow?” “It's no bother at all,” he replied, heading down his hallway, “I've got plenty of shirts you can borrow.” I nodded, following close behind him, stifling a grin. We made our way into Michael's bedroom, and I stood in the way of his doorway, letting out a sigh, followed by a, “I can't believe I did this.” “Hey, it's okay. At least we're here, right? Not like it happened while we were out somewhere.” Michael reassured me, before digging through his closet. “Um, were you wearing a shirt underneath that one?” “Maybe? Why do you ask?” I played dumb. “Well, I can lend you a hoodie and a short-sleeved shirt, just in case the soda made it through both layers.” “Good point. And no, I've only got this sweater and my bra.” With a blush and nod, Michael pulled a large blue t-shirt and a gray hoodie out of his closet, gently smiling and handing them over to me. “You can go in the bathroom to get changed, if you-” “-we're adults, Michael. It's fine.” I interrupted, quickly peeling off my soda-soaked sweater. “O-oh! Okay! Um, wasn't expecting that!” I heard Michael stammer. I gently hung my sweater on Michael's doorknob, before seeing that Michael had his head turned, in what I assumed was out of respect for my privacy. Again: so. Freaking. Cute! There was no way he'd turn his head, not even to sneak a peek. “Michael.” “Erica? Are you done?” he asked, still keeping focus away from me as I held onto the shirt and hoodie. “Michael.” I repeated. “What?” Still not even a glance. “Michael!” I jokingly yelled, startling him and making him quickly turn his head. “Are you-o-oh! Jeez!” Michael's eyes widened as he saw my C-cup breasts hidden beneath my purple bra. “I thought you were done. I'm sorry!” “Michael, stop. It's fine. You can look!” I giggled. “Relax!” He nodded shyly, eyes still wide, not moving from his position near the closet. “You just gonna stand there, or are you gonna c'mere and kiss me?” I asked in a more seductive tone. Michael came a little closer, quietly whispering, “Oh, my,” as he did so. I chuckled softly, pulling him towards me when he came within reach. “Pulled you a bit out of your comfort zone, huh?” I smirked, making sure his body pressed against mine. “J-just a bit. You spilled that soda on purpose, didn't you?” “What gives you that impression?” “You're so....so...” “I'm so what?” I asked, before Michael leaned in, pressing his lips against mine, his arms making their way around my hips. “You. You're so you.” Michael said between kisses. I tossed the shirts he gave me to the floor, before gently unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing, all without breaking away from our makeout session. And was he a fantastic kisser! My lips, my neck, my shoulders, my chest...everywhere he kissed me felt amazing. Something about those soft lips of Michael's sent chills down my spine. The bulge forming in his pants told me he was getting very turned on, and so was I. I used my nails to gently scratch the back of his head, and his neck, and his shoulders and back, making his body arch softly. It wasn't long before we were on his bed, the two of us gently but passionately kissing one another and taking turns with who was on top. It was as if something just took over the two of us, consumed by the heat of the moment. While on top of Michael, I gently undid my bra, asking him, “Is it safe to say you're okay with this?” “I am, but is it weird if I tell you I'm not ready for sex yet?” Michael said, stopping his barrage of kisses momentarily. Something told me he'd say that, but I didn't let it ruin the moment, as I respected that in a guy. Not to mention, that wasn't my plan for the night to begin with. Didn't mean I couldn't toy with him a bit, though! “A bit unexpected, but not weird at all,” I chuckled, tossing my bra, leaving my top half completely naked, “I'm not quite ready for that, either. I am enjoying this quite a bit, though. Do you want to stop, or are you okay with some other...activities?” “Oh, me too,” Michael said, his hands slowly reaching up to my breasts, before gently caressing them, his fingertips brushing across my nipples, “and I-I'm okay with other things.” “Good! You like these, huh?” I asked coyly, gently jiggling my boobs. “Very much.” Michael admitted, nodding before I leaned down to kiss him. “Hmmm, yeah?” I giggled, “You're a boob man, Michael?” “Y-yeah, boob and ass.” Michael smiled shyly, his hands still gently making their way along my breasts, sending more shivers down my spine. “I see,” I whispered, “and what do you want to do with these, hmmm?” Michael said nothing at first, instead reaching for them once more, but I playfully pushed his hands away. “Ah, ah, ah,” I giggled, “I want you to tell me, mister.” “I want,” Michael said, pausing and tongue-tied for a moment, “I want to, um...I'm, I'm sorry, I've never been good at this. Some bad experiences in the past, and all.” Wow...what did his ex do to him? I asked myself, feeling sorry for Michael. “Hey, don't sweat it,” I smiled, not wanting to break the mood, “I've got an idea.” I slid off of Michael, sidling up next to him, kissing his cheek and lips, before tracing my nails along his bare chest and stomach. I then leaned in and whispered in a gentle but authoritative tone, “Michael, I want you to whisper in my ear what you want to do. I will not laugh, or get upset, or anything like that. I see those blushy little cheeks of yours, and let me tell you, it is so freakin' cute and hot at the same time, watching you blush. Can you do that for me? Hmm?” His eyes widened, his body wiggling quite a bit (probably from the embarrassment), but he nodded and bit his lip, before finally leaning up towards my ear and whispering, “I've always wanted to try suckling on them.” I had a feeling he'd say something along those lines, given his lifestyle preferences, and given that my boobs were practically begging him to have a go at them. While I'd never had anyone suckle on them before, I'd had guys in the past kiss them and tease them with their hands and fingers. “Mmm, is that so? And you've never done it before?” “No,” Michael admitted, “and it-it's okay if you don't wanna try it. I hope I wasn't too straightforward.” “Silly boy,” I sang, “I told you to tell me, and you did! I'll admit that I've never actually experienced it, either, but there's a first time for everything. And see? You're letting me in just a little more.” “So, is that a yes?” Michael asked with hints of eagerness and hesitation in his voice. “Yes,” I giggled, propping myself up against Michael's headboard, using a pillow for cushioning, “but I am hoping you can do something for me when we're done here.” “Oh?” Biting my lip softly, I looked down at Michael and said, “If you're feeling brave, I'd like to see what your diapers look like.” “O-on me?” he blushed. “Well, I mean, ideally, yes. But if that's too much right now, you can at least show some to me.” I kept my eyes locked on Michael's, smiling to again show him I wasn't there to judge, nor belittle, nor cruelly embarrass him (teasingly embarrassing him was another story). Putting one of my hands in his, I gave him a squeeze. “I'll try my best.” Michael nodded with a shy smile. “I won't be mad if you get too nervous...now c'mere.” Michael's breathing got a little heavier, his lips quivering and shaking as he curled up towards my left nipple. I kept whispering to him that it was okay, even gently running my fingers through his hair as his lips got ever closer to their destination. Finally, I felt him gently latch on, as his hands found their way on my shoulder and on my right breast. I held my left breast up for him as my other hand held the back of his head gently, and suddenly, I felt the slow, suckling rhythm from his lips, as well as his tongue dancing and swirling across my very hard nipple. I couldn't help but moan. Never having done this before, it didn't feel weird or awkward one bit. Rather, it was both comforting and arousing for me. “No biting now,” I huffed between moans, kissing the top of Michael's head as he suckled more, “God, that feels so good.” My breasts and nipples were always pretty sensitive to stimuli, but holy hell! Why hadn't I tried this sooner?! I was so wet and turned on! After some time, Michael gently switched to my other nipple, his suckling and licking feeling just as amazing. He didn't bite, either! I was afraid I may have had to give him a warning smack, but he was so good at it. “You've never done this before?” I moaned softly. “No,” Michael moaned back, his hands gently kneading my shoulder and breast, “never.” “You're freaking great at it.” “Good.” The suckling went on for a few more moments, both of us quite aroused from the whole ordeal. I knew we weren't ready for actual sex yet, but I wanted this to end on a very naughty note, especially for Michael. Leaning down, I whispered, “I wanna do something else for you. Just tell me if you want me to stop.” Michael simply nodded his head, and I gently got up from his bed, removing my jeans, leaving me just in my lacy purple panties. I then positioned Michael on his back, gently unbuttoning his jeans and undoing the zipper, before yanking at them, sliding them off with his help. “You okay?” I asked. “Very.” With a smile, I removed Michael's boxers as well, leaving him entirely naked on his bed, his fully erect member in plain view. I didn't hear any questions from him, so I continued, gently kneeling between Michael's legs before taking his member in my mouth, bobbing in both slow and fast motions, with my tongue swirling about the tip and my teeth ever gently brushing along his shaft. Michael's hands made their way down to my shoulders, kneading me with each motion, soft moans becoming more apparent the more I sucked. “Erica,” Michael whispered, “I'm gonna-” “-thanks for the warning.” I whispered, before finishing him off. Michael gasped loudly, and I waited until he stopped cumming before getting up, a smile on my face. He looked at me, spent from the ordeal and with a big grin. This was perfect! I saw him naked (yes, I know he didn't see me fully naked, but that's besides the point) and he agreed to try to show me, and maybe even wear around me, one of his diapers! I hoped he'd keep up his end of the agreement. “Did you like that?” I smirked. “Oh God, yes.” “Good.” I giggled, before cuddling up with Michael. “I figured you would.” “Where did you learn how to do that?” “Internet.” I chuckled, causing Michael to laugh as well before he kissed me. We stayed that way for a little while, until he finally said, “Well, do you want to watch a movie?” “Sounds good to me!” We both got up from his bed, Michael grabbing his boxers before wandering off to his bathroom to clean himself up since he got just a little messy. I quickly got dressed, and before long, Michael re-entered his bedroom, pulling me into a hug. “What was that for?” I giggled, hugging him back. “Just because.” he responded, making me smile. Such a damn cutie! He then put his shirt back on, and I thought he'd go to put his jeans on, when instead, he went to his closet, fumbling around for something. I could hear various boxes shuffling around. I was about to ask what he was doing, when he gently looked over at me, a thick, white, disposable diaper in his hands. He shook and smiled as he showed it to me, and I motioned for him to come closer, sitting the two of us on the bed. “Hey,” I smiled, “it's okay. I know it's scary, but it's okay. Look, I'm right here, right?” “Y-yeah, it's just, this is the first time I'm showing someone. And I'm scared but I didn't want to disappoint you.” “Awwwwww,” I cooed, “you didn't disappoint me one bit! How brave of you! And this looks so cute!” I gently ran my fingers along the outside of the diaper, hearing a slight plastic/vinyl sound as I did so. We both giggled at this, and I gently guided Michael's hands to open the diaper so I could feel the inside. It was nearly identical to a baby's diaper, just much bigger. Michael's hands still shook, but I took one of his in mine and held onto it tightly, again showing him I wasn't mad or upset or freaked out. All of the research I'd done, along with knowing that Michael was a good guy, made this much easier than I thought. That, and it just made me even more curious about the whole thing! The breastfeeding was just a taste! “These feel pretty soft!” I observed. “They are!” Michael said excitedly with a blush, before pausing and looking a little unhappy. “Hey, what's wrong?” “Nah, it's just,” he paused, “kinda hard to believe that I've got someone right here who's being so cool about it. Last person I showed was just awful, yelling at me and telling me how sick I was. Forget everything good about me, right?” “Some people are just really stupid. Most of the people who judge about things they don't understand have some of their own skeletons they'd be afraid of sharing with others. Plus, karma's a bitch.” “That it is,” Michael laughed, “but this is just so...you don't even know how much I appreciate this right now.” “Well I appreciate you, Michael. You're a pretty great guy!” We smiled and kissed, both of us still gently holding onto the diaper. “So...movie?” I giggled. “Oh, yes! Definitely.” “And, what about this?” I asked, holding up the diaper, making him blush again. “A-actually,” Michael looked down, “I think I want to try wearing in front of you, but...” “Michael,” I playfully scolded, “it's me, Erica! Just tell me what you want.” “...um, I don't think I'm ready for you to put me in one yet. And, um, would you be okay if I had a blanket over it while we watch a movie? Just for now. I think it might make it easier and make me feel less self-conscious about it.” “That,” I said before kissing his cheek, “is perfectly fine. I'll start up the movie, and you do whatever you need to, okay?” “Okay, thank you.” Michael smiled with a huge blush. I nodded before going back to the living room to set everything up. It only took about five minutes for Michael to come out of his room. He was in jeans and held onto a blanket, but the audible sound his pants made gave him away; he was wearing a diaper, alright! I sat on the one end of the couch, waiting for him to sit next to me. He quickly undid his jeans, sliding them down before opening up the blanket and wrapping it around his waist. When he sat down, another audible crinkle could be heard, making us both giggle. “Comfy?” I asked. “Yes. You?” “Almost,” I said, before putting my arms around Michael, cuddling him close, “there. Comfy!” With a smile, we started the movie, with Michael wiggling happily every so often. My hands gently ran along his sides, his back, and occasionally, his diaper. Not the front of it, mind you, but more along the waist and the bottom. I looked down at him as I did this, just to get an idea of how he felt about it. He merely looked back up at me with a genuine smile and blush, wiggling each time my fingers traced around his waist and diapered waistband. I'll admit that it felt kind of nice and made me smile as well, each time my hand touched the fabric. I even noticed that whenever my hand got closer to Michael's diapered bottom, that he'd wiggle that quite a bit as well. I smirked whenever he did this, even opting to give his bottom a few light pats when he did so. Of course, he blushed once more, but he also smiled quite widely. I even occasionally cooed at him, just to see what he'd do. You know, the whole, “awww someone's comfy!” or “you're such a cutie pie!” This would make him red in an instant, which would then make me smile even more. The rest of our night together went on like that: pats, finger traces, coos, smiles, and cuddles. That was the first time I'd seen somebody truly happy, with me playing a huge role in getting them to reach that point. And let me tell you, it was one of the most rewarding experiences I'd ever felt. I knew this would make exploring the rest of the lifestyle easier for both of us!

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