Leaderboard

To the normal person, that place is just a store that sells medical supplies. They dont really care about what is there other then to buy supplies.

Prologue The yellow flames licked the dark sky as an acritty diesel smell invaded Rebecca’s nose, “No, not this dream again!” She wanted to scream but she had no mouth, she wanted to run but her legs would not move. That was when the praying started. “Blessed Father and creator of all. Cleanse my daughter of her impure urges with your holy light!” “With your holy flame she shall be purified.” “With your holy flame her articles of lust shall be destroyed.” Rebecca saw a shadowy figure pick up a flaming hunk of wood and bring it towards her, “Lord, let these flames impart your holy wisdom into this lost soul.” Rebecca felt the flaming timber brush against her thigh and crotch. She felt her body scream out in pain as the flames licked her skin, yet she had no mouth. ****** Rebecca awoke in a cold sweat. Her alarm clock blaring only for her to hit the snooze button. The clock read 6:30 AM, “Why is it always that dream.” She muttered as she swung her legs out from under the covers and stood up. Her lily white nightgown was damp with sweat. “Rebecca, are you up?” A woman’s voice asked as the door opened revealing her mother in her typical outfit, a floor length skirt and a blouse, “Breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes. Shower up and get dressed.” “Yes mother.” She sighed as she opened up her wardrobe and removed a white blouse and ankle length skirt similar to her mother’s. Rebecca set the clothes on her bed before walking out of her room and rounding the corner and opening the bathroom door. Rebecca shut the door behind her and locked it. The girl exhaled deeply and removed her nightgown. She always hated this part because she had to look at what she had become. A scarred shell of her former self. She looked at herself in the mirror with disgust. Burn scars like blades of grass flowed around her inner thighs and crotch, constant reminders of her discovering her true self two years ago. Rebecca was doing researching for a school paper when she stumbled across a banner ad for The Bureau. She was curious and soon her research veered off from the American Revolution to The Bureau and the world of AB/DLs. She was fascinated by this world and felt some strange connection to it, that was when she made the choice to buy diapers. She had saved up some money from babysitting to purchase a small package of bedwetting diapers. She had hidden them in her wardrobe, she thought she had covered her tracks, she thought wrong. One week after she had bought the diapers she was pulled out of English class and brought to the Principal’s office where her father who was the town’s priest, the guidance counselor, and the principal were waiting for her. They interrogated her about the websites about the diapers, about… things and feelings that she never understood, wearing the diapers felt good to her and when she said that, things got worse than she ever could have imagined. That night she was led to an empty field and the diapers were burned in front of her. Her own father burned her with the flaming timber in the name of God. Rebecca fought back tears as she remembered the events of two years ago. She was eighteen now, an adult, yet she knew that her parents did not trust her with a phone or even to go out of the house without one of them with her. Rebecca had been a virtual prisoner of her parents for the past two years, her only respite was school. At school Rebecca had some friends and she could read in the library during her breaks. Her father had gone to great lengths to conceal what he had done to Rebecca, mainly to maintain his reputation and to keep his church’s congregation from leaving him. Some priests called their congregation their flock, he called his, his herd. Rebecca sighed and turned the shower on, letting the water heat up for a few before stepping into the stream of water. She shut her eyes and stood there for a few minutes as the water washed away the sweat from her sleep. After washing her head and body she turned off the shower and stepped out before wrapping her body in a towel and making sure that she wouldn’t drip any water onto the hardwood floor. Her long brown hair wrapped up was wrapped up in a second towel. Rebecca made the short walk back to her room and stared at the outfit she had laid out. This was what her father had told her to wear today, everyday he dictated her outfit for the next day. Rebecca ruffled her hair with the towel to help dry it out before getting a pair of panties and bra from her underwear drawer. Wearing them felt wrong to her ever since she discovered the joy of diapers, but unfortunately she knew this would be her life until she died. She quickly got dressed and made her way downstairs where her parents were waiting for her, a grey suitcase was sitting by the door. “Good morning Rebecca.” Her father looked up from the paper. He was already dressed in his black pants and shirt with clerical collar. He took a sip of coffee, “Excited for the trip to Jackson?” “Yes sir.” She nodded meekly as she sat down across from him. Her mother set a plate of scrambled eggs and biscuits in front of her, “Thank you.” “You’re welcome. Now, eat up. Father will be driving you to school today.” She said as she refilled Father’s coffee cup. “Thank you sir.” Rebecca nodded to her father as she muttered a quick prayer, “Thank you lord for this food, amen.” “Short, but I’ll allow it.” Father nodded as he went back to reading the paper. “Thank you sir.” She said as she began to eat. It took about fifteen minutes for Rebecca to finish her breakfast, “All done sir.” She looked at her father as she set her fork down. “Good, go brush your teeth and get your shoes on. I packed your spare toothbrush and toothpaste in your bag. I want to be out of the door in five.” “Yes sir, thank you sir. May I be excused?” “You may.” “Thank you.” Rebecca said before walking back upstairs to the bathroom where her pink toothbrush waited her, the bristles were starting to become frayed but for now the brush still worked. Rebecca brushed for two minutes exactly, before spitting and rinsing. She set the toothbrush aside and went to her room to retrieve her shoes, a pair of black flats. She grabbed her wallet from her dresser and stuck it in one of her skirts interior pockets. She then slipped her shoes on before walking back downstairs, her father was waiting for her. “Ready?” Father looked at her as he grabbed the car keys. “Yes sir.” She nodded as she grabbed the suitcase and followed her father out the door. “Have fun.” Rebecca’s mother smiled as she started to clean the dishes. The drive to Rebecca’s high school was a short one. She only lived about a mile from the school. Rebecca could see a charter bus waiting in the school parking lot, a group of seniors and their parents were milling about. This was the start of the annual senior trip for the seniors of Corinth High. The trip was simple, a one week excursion to the state capital of Jackson. The trip to Jackson would take about seven hours by bus and when they arrived they would go straight to Millsaps college to attend a play, and then they would retire to their hotel. That was all Rebecca remembered. “Here we are.” Her father said as he parked the church van that he used as his personal vehicle. Rebecca saw the principal walk towards the van. “Father Charles, how are you doing this morning?” The Principal smiled as he wiped some sweat from his bald head with a handkerchief, the hot Mississippi sun was in full force, signaling the start of summer. “Principal Skipper, I’m doing quite fine today. How are you?” Father smiled as Rebecca got her suitcase out of the van. “Sweating like a sinner in church, father.” He smiled. “We are all sinners Principal Skipper.” He looked over at Rebecca, “I trust you will be keeping a close eye on her?” “Yes father, of course.” He looked over at the girl, “Come along Rebecca, the bus is just about ready to leave.” He motioned for the girl to follow him as he started to walk towards the bus, “Have a good week father.” “You too Principal.” “Goodbye father, thank you for allowing me to go on this trip.” Rebecca smiled a bit and hugged her father. “You are welcome, now go get on the bus.” Father smiled back. “Yes sir.” Rebecca nodded as she followed the principal over to the bus where he loaded her suitcase into the luggage compartment of the bus. Rebecca saw one her friends, Casey, the daughter of the town’s sheriff. “Hey Casey!” Rebecca smiled a bit. “Hey Becca.” She smiled back, “You excited for the trip?” “Yeah.” She nodded a bit, “I’ve never been to Jackson.” “It’s nice.” Casey smiled, “Lots of places to hang out.” “Alright students!” The principal raised his voice, “Board the bus so we can arrive in Jackson on schedule please!” “Come on Becca, you can sit next to me.” Casey smiled as she entered the bus with Rebecca behind her. “Thank you.” Rebecca smiled and took a seat next to Casey as her classmates filed in. “Anytime, this is going to be a long bus ride.” Casey smiled as she put her ear buds in. ****** Rebecca awoke to Casey poking her side, “Becca, wake up, we are at Millsaps.” “Wha?” Rebecca yawned and stretched as the bus came to a stop. “Did you seriously sleep the whole time?” Casey smiled as she saw large groups of students with picket signs walking down the sidewalk, “What’s going on?” “Looks like a protest.” A guy sitting behind them said, “Hey Brendon, can you see what those signs say?” “Yeah, I think they say: Wolowitz has got to go. Who the hell is Wolowitz?” Brendon said. “Millsaps’ current president, “No idea why they are protesting him, guess he must have pissed off some snowflakes.” “Fuck off Casey.” A voice from the back of the bus yelled, “Wolowitz covered up a massive hazing culture at Millsaps.” “Enough!” The Principal Skipper yelled, “We will still be seeing our play. Now, everyone off the bus. We will be walking to the theatre.” he sighed as the bus doors opened and he stepped out. “Come on Becca, lets try and get good seats.” Casey smiled as she followed Rebecca out of the bus. Principal Skipper led the group of fifty seniors down a sidewalk, however, the group soon found themselves in a quad where two opposing groups were getting ready to square off. On one side were the Pro-Wolowitz protesters while the anti-Wolowitz protesters were on the other side. Campus police were trying to keep the two sides separate. “Excuse me.” A student said as he accidently bumped into Rebecca, “My bad.” “Its okay.” Rebecca smiled as the student walked off. Unfortunately for everyone in that quad all it took were two bottles, one from each side to turn the quad into a madhouse. College police quickly lost control of the situation as the two sides surged towards the other with Rebecca’s group and some extremely unfortunate college students caught in the middle of the melee. Campus police tried to regain order, but in the end they were forced to pullback with several injured officers. Rebecca was terrified, in the melee she had gotten separated from her classmates and was struggling to find somewhere safe. Pepper Spray was starting to be used and it hung around in the air, many were starting to cover their eyes, Rebecca was unlucky enough to catch a spray right in the face. She went down screaming in pain as her eyes began to burn. She felt herself being picked up and carried through the crowd. She could hear police sirens getting closer and closer, “It burns!” She screamed as she kept her eyes tightly shut to try and alleviate the pain. “I know, I know.” A masculine voice close to her head told her, “We are almost to the paramedics, they will help you.” It must’ve belonged to the person carrying her. “T-thank you.” Rebecca managed to choke out. “Not a problem.” The voice said, “HEY! I NEED SOME HELP HERE!” The voice yelled as Rebecca felt herself being laid on some grass. “What happened?” A second voice asked? “Pepper spray. Some fuckers were ready for a fight.” “Someone always is in these types of situations. Lucy, go get me my thermos.” “Why do you need your thermos?” “It has milk in it. That should help flush her eyes and since capsaicin is fat soluble it will help with the pain.” The paramedic said, “Alright young lady, I know it hurts but I need you to open your eyes.” “O-okay.” Rebecca cried as she started to open her eyes. Suddenly her vision went white as the paramedic poured milk over her eyes, instantly she felt better, her eyes still burned a bit but it was nowhere near as bad as it was. “There we go. Feel better?” The paramedic smiled. “Yeah, thanks.” She turned to try and find her rescuer, but he had disappeared, “Where did he go?” “The guy that brought you? He went back into the fight for more people.” The paramedic shrugged, “Now, I need you to blink your eyes rapidly. Tears should help flush the last of the pepper spray. I’d recommend staying here. If you need any help just holler.” The paramedic said before going to work on another patient. Rebecca kept blinking her eyes for a few minutes as the melee raged on. Rebecca looked around a bit and a poster grabbed her attention the moment she saw it. The poster read, “Tired of your life? Is the stress too much for you? Do you want to be pampered for the rest of your life? Come to The Bureau recruitment depot! Only one block this way!” The poster featured an arrow pointing down the street. Rebecca’s heart was beating out of her chest. She looked around and couldn’t see any members of her class. Rebecca stumbled to her feet and did what her heart told her to. Rebecca ran as fast as her feet could carry her. Rebecca’s heartbeat faster and faster as she ran down the street. As she ran she saw more signs pointing her towards the recruitment depot. Soon she saw it, a large building whose sign said: Bureau Recruitment Depot. Rebecca’s hands were shaking as she opened the glass doors to the building’s lobby. A secretary was tapping away at her computer as she looked up at Rebecca, “Welcome to The Bureau recruitment depot. How can I help you baby?” Rebecca walked over to the desk, her entire body was shaking now. She wanted to talk but her mouth refused to open as fresh tears started to form in her eyes. “Baby, are you okay?” The secretary stood up and walked over to Rebecca, “Do you need help?” Rebecca nodded a bit. “Okay, did someone hurt you?” Rebecca nodded again. “Do you need me to call the police?” Rebecca shook her head before her mouth started to work again, “I-I want to leave here.” The receptionist nodded and smiled as she realized what Rebecca wanted, “Do you want to go to Amazonia and get a new life?” “Yes please.” Rebecca inhaled and started to cry. “Its okay suger.” The receptionist hugged her, “I’ll get one of our recruiters to come down and help you. Don’t worry, you are safe. They can’t hurt you anymore.” The receptionist rubbed Rebecca’s back before hitting a button on her desk “T-thank you.” Rebecca cried. “You are welcome.” She smiled “You got one for me Grace?” A new voice called out as a man in a suit entered the lobby from a set of double doors. “Volunteer.” The receptionist smiled at Rebecca, “Now dear, John here will help you fill out paperwork okay?” She said and grabbed a box of tissues for the girl Rebecca nodded and broke off the hug before grabbing some tissues, “Thank you.” “All part of my job sweetie. Good luck.” Grace smiled before taking her seat. “Now then Ms….” John looked at Rebecca. “Rebecca.” She said before wiping her face with the tissues. “Ms.Rebecca, I understand you wish to enter the care the Amazons?” She nodded, “Yes please.” She said as she blew her nose. “Excellent, please come this way.” John smiled and led Rebecca through the pair of double doors into a normal looking corridor before stopping in front of an open door and stepping in, “here is my office. We just have a bit of paperwork to do before we can proceed. Please take a seat.” John shut the door behind Rebecca and gestured to a chair in front of the desk, “Now then.” John said as he sat down behind his desk and got some papers and a pen out, “What is your full name?” “Rebecca Mary Matthews.” “Age?” “Eighteen.” “Okay, date of birth?” “March tenth, 2018.” “Okay, and do you know your SSID?” “No sir.” “I see. Do you have any identification on you?” “Yes, I have my ID.” Rebecca shakily took out her wallet and fumbled for a few seconds to get her ID out but she did and gave it to John. “Thank you.” He said as he scribbled some information down on the paperwork, “Now then, some of these next questions may be a bit hard to answer, however, please answer them truthfully as these will help us determine what Amazon you will be placed with.” “Yes sir..” Rebecca nodded as she put her ID back into her wallet. “Have you ever been abused either mentally, emotionally, or physically.” Rebecca swallowed hard and inhaled deeply, “Emotionally and physically.” “I’m sorry.” John sighed, “How long was the last incident of abuse?” “Last month, Father called me a useless harlet.” She teared up. John slid a box of tissues towards Rebecca, “Take as many as you need. Has your abuse left any scars? I don’t need to see them. I just need to know about any scars.” Rebecca nodded, “Burns on my thighs and crotch.” She started to cry again. John sighed loudly. He hated doing this, making people like Rebecca recall details about their abuse. But, if he wanted to get them into the right Amazon’s household, he needed all the information he could get, “Would you consider yourself an AB/DL?” “Yes.” “Was your abuse tied to the fact that you identify as an AB/DL?” “Yes.” John nodded and started to write on a new form before sliding it to Rebecca, “Just sign on the dotted line at the bottom and your new life will begin. “J-just sign?” Rebecca cried. “Correct.” John couldn’t help but tear up a bit. Rebecca’s hands shook as she took a pen and started to sign her name. This was it, her new life, her escape, her path to living how she wanted to live! John smiled and took the form after she signed it. He placed the forms in a clipboard and stood up before walking over to Rebecca, “Do you need a moment?” Rebecca shook her head as she blew her nose again, “I’m ready.” “Alright, follow me.” John said as he opened the door and left the office. John led Rebecca back down the corridor through another pair of double doors into a warehouse like place. Rebecca saw silver and green pods that were closed with lights blinking on them and clipboards in holders on the sides, she saw many more like that but they were open, “These are the stasis pods. You enter one of these and you have the best sleep of your life. When you wake up you will be in Amazonia.” “Just like that?” Rebecca looked at John. “Just like that. Of course our physicians will give you a full check up before you are given to your Amazon.” John said as he guided Rebecca to an open pod. He placed the clipboard in the pod’s holder, “All you have to do is step into it.” “John… Thank you.” Rebecca smiled at him as she stepped into the pod and laid down on the cream colored upholstery. “You are welcome.” John smiled as he pressed a button on the side of the pod. The lid of the pod started to descend until it fully closed. Within ten seconds Rebecca was sleeping. John smiled as he moved the stasis pod into the OUT zone with the other occupied pods. John exhaled deeply and walked back to the lobby to talk with Grace a bit, however, when he got to the lobby he saw Grace arguing with a portly bald man in a suit. “Sir, I will once again tell you, no girl like that has come through our doors!” Grace said clearly getting angry. “Woah, woah. What’s going on here?” John asked as he walked over to the desk. “I’m looking for a girl. Long brown hair, ankle length skirt, and a white blouse. I know she came here!” The man yelled. “Sir!” John raised his voice, “If Grace said that someone fitting that description did not come through those doors than that means they didn’t! Now either leave on your own, or I will have security escort you out!” The man was clearly angry but left anyway, “This isn’t that last that you have heard of me!” He yelled as he left the building. “Good job Grace.” John smiled. “Thanks. She all ready?” “Yep, she is in her pod waiting for the truck.” “Good.” Grace smiled and raised a closed fist towards John. “We make a good team.” John smiled as he fist bumped Grace. ****** Rebecca couldn’t remember a time she had slept better than she had just slept. She dreamt that she was sunbathing on a cloud while being fed grapes by angels. However, eventually the dream started to fade away and she found herself laying somewhere she didn’t recognize. Her head was resting on a fluffy white pillow while her body was covered with a thick pink blanket. She sat up and looked around, she was sleeping on a massive couch, she felt tiny as she saw how big everything truly was. Rebecca noticed an easel set up with its back facing her, was someone painting her? Rebecca soon noticed her outfit, she was in a white onesie, a onesie, just like the ones she had seen online! She turned her head and didn’t feel her hair brushing against her arms, she felt her head and discovered a pair of pigtails on either side of her head. Rebecca then tried to stand up, but that was when she felt it, her diaper. “M-my diaper.” Rebecca started to tear up as she placed a tentative hand on the bulge around her waist and crotch, “My diaper.” Rebecca smiled. “Lindsay, listen!” A woman’s voice echoed through the room, “I’m still going to be able to make it to the gallery in Libertality opening in a few weeks. I’ll just bring her with me…. No, I’m not leaving her at a daycare while I go to the gallery! The first month with a newly adopted little is some of the most important bonding time! Trust me, when you see her you will fall in love with her! Poor dear was abused by her parents for wanting to wear diapers. I know! Littles belong in diapers! You don’t punish them for wanting to be in them!” Rebecca’s ears perked up upon hearing the woman’s voice. This was her new family, this was her….mommy, “M-MOMMY!?” Rebecca called out. “I’ll call you back Lindsay, she just woke up and is calling for me. She is already calling me Mommy! Talk to you later.” The woman’s voice was getting closer to Rebecca. This was the start of her new life, this was the first time in years that she truly felt happy. Chapter One Miranda Arevalo had applied to adopt through The Bureau almost five months ago. Sure she could go through a local adoption agency or she could even grab one off the streets, but she was one of Galice’s most famous artists, she was going to go through the best possible channels in order to get her little, she was not going to half ass this. The day Miranda had gotten the call for The Bureau was the best day of her life. Miranda had gotten the call as she was working in her studio on a new painting. She had gotten her hands on a book produced by The Bureau detailing the art movements and styles of Earth and she was eager to try and recreate some. She had fallen in love with Romanticism, Impressionism, and Expressionism. However, she was trying out the pointillism technique and getting quite frustrated. “Ugh! How can anyone make art like this?!” She yelled as she put her palette down and sat down in her spinning chair, defeated, “I swear, whoever masters that technique should be paid millions of Kules.” She groaned as she massaged her temples, concentrating so hard on the tiny little dots had given her a headache. Miranda removed her hair sticks and let her pink-blonde hair fall out of its neat bun. That was when her phone rang, “Yes?” She sighed as she answered it. “Hello, Ms. Arevalo. This is Chuck with The Bureau. I’m pleased to inform you that we have a little that we think you would be a great fit for. She is currently en route to our Galicean headquarters from Libertality. Do you still wish to adopt with us?” The adoption agent on the phone said. “Y-yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Miranda’s eyes went wide as a massive grin exploded across her face. “Excellent, is it possible for you to swing by our offices right now?” “Of course! I will be right there!” Miranda said as she stood up and exited her studio. “Excellent, just a reminder that our adoption fee is 1,500 Kules.” “Of course, do you take check?” “Of course ma’am.” “Excellent, I shall see you in about ten minutes.” “Very well, we look forward to uniting you with your Little. See you soon.” The agent said before the line went dead. “YES!” Miranda fist pumped a few times as tears ran down her face. Miranda had always wanted to adopt a little. Like many Amazon women she had an incredibly strong mothering instinct and without a significant other, her chances of adopting an Amazon child were quite low, however, when adopting a little, marital status paid no part in the decision process. Of course Miranda worked from home so she would be able to spend 99% of the time with her little. Miranda quickly changed out of her artist’s smock and threw on a t-shirt and some jeans. Before walking out of the door she took a look at her penthouse apartment. The neat and tidiness of the living room, the fine pieces of art that decorated the house. This would all change soon. Soon there would be a playpen in the middle of the living room, there would be toys scattered about the apartment, finger paintings hung next to her landscapes and still lifes, Little gates would be on practically every door, or not… she would have to see what kind of little she got. Miranda couldn’t help but feel nervous as she slipped on a pair of sneakers before grabbing her phone, keys, and wallet from the marbled kitchen counter, “Miranda, you can do this.” She reassured herself as she turned the lights off and left the apartment, locking the door behind her. Miranda had two neighbors at the penthouse level. Grenna Gonzales, an actress, but she was off on one of the smaller islands filming a new movie. Her other neighbors were the Lockflints, an agricultural lobbying power couple. She got along well with her neighbors. Miranda pressed the button to call the elevator when a thought crossed her mind, “I need to call Daniel!” Daniel was her personal shopper and best friend. She got into the elevator when it arrived and dialed Daniel’s number, he picked up on the second ring. “Miranda, sweetie. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Daniel asked as Miranda descented forty five floors. “Daniel, guess what?” Miranda giggled. “You are finally getting a full body waxing?” “No. No matter how many times you invite me, the answer will always be no.” Miranda laughed. “Rats, alright then, what is it?” “I got approved by The Bureau!” “Congratulations! So, what kinda little didja get?” “I don’t know. I’m about to head over there to take care of paperwork.” “Well, if you ever need any help. Uncle Daniel, and Uncle Peter will be happy to babysit for you.” “That is so sweet of you. I might just take you up on that offer eventually.” She said as the elevator reached the garage level, “Alright, I'm about to start driving. I’ll likely send you on a shopping trip when I get my little’s profile.” “What kinda of budget do you want?” Daniel asked. “I’ll tell you when I know.” Miranda said as she got into her SUV, “Alright, talk to you later.” “Talk you later sweetie. Congrats again!” Daniel said before he hung up. Miranda smiled as she turned her car on and drove out of the parking garage. Constance, the capital city of Galice was a hive of activity this time of day. Miranda didn’t care about the traffic or any of that, she had a little to get to! Constance traffic was legendary for being bad, fortunately it wasn’t rush hour so she was actually moving at a decent pace. She turned on the radio and her favorite song came on, right at her favorite part, “Everybody put your hands up, everybody put your hands up!” Miranda started to sing along with the music and bounced in seat as the trumpets started to play. It only took about half an hour to reach The Bureau’s Galicen headquarters, normally traffic made getting to this part of town an hour long adventure in traffic land, fortunately is was unusually light. Miranda inhaled deeply as she drove her car into a spot marked for adopting Amazons, “Here we go Miranda, you can do this. You’ve done commissions for The Bureau tons of times, you got this. They like you.” She muttered to herself before turning the car off and removing the key. Miranda noticed that the parking lot was quite packed, with only five spots reserved for adopters remaining, “Must be a large batch.” She thought as she entered the lobby. “Pick up, interview, or consultation?” The Amazon manning the front desk asked in a rather board voice. “Pick up I believe.” Miranda flashed a nervous smile. “Name?” “Miranda Arevalo.” The secretary typed on her keyboard a bit, suddenly a friendly smile started to form on her face, “Ah, Ms. Arevalo, it seems Regional Director Maloof has seen fit to oversee your adoption personally. He should be down shortly. In the meantime please take a seat.” She gestured to several rows of chairs with Amazons in most of them. “Thank you.” Miranda nodded and walked over to the waiting area. On the way she noticed something familiar hanging on the wall, it was one of her paintings, her first dabbling in romanticism, “Home at Last.” Miranda muttered the title to herself. The picture depicted an Amazon breastfeeding a pair of littles next to a crackling fireplace as snow gently fell outside. The painting had sold decently well at auction, fetching around 48,000 Kules from a phone bidder. She had no idea The Bureau had bought it. “Is that her?” A hushed voice asked behind Miranda. “I think so.” A second hushed voice replied. Miranda sighed a bit as she heard the click of a phone’s camera shutter. “Great.” A sarcastic thought echoed through Miranda’s mind, “Now the paparazzi will be here.” Normally the paparazzi would pay no mind to a painter like Miranda, however, she had recently gotten into a feud with an incredibly popular Libertalian starlet, Grace Kernals, over a commission. She had requested a painting in the style of little artist Jackson Pollock and when Miranda presented the actress with a drip painting, she had thrown a fit saying that it looked hideous and nothing like Pollock’s work. Miranda had guessed that Grace knew jack shit about art and heard the name Pollock from a friend. One lawsuit later Grace was stuck with the painting and out half a million Kules, plus legal fees. That was when she started to smear Miranda on Hoot, the planet’s premier short message social media platform. Not that Miranda really used it, she maintained a profile just to inform her fans of new gallery events or auctions. Miranda chuckled a bit, pictures of her new little may just start to adorn her Hoot page. Miranda was eventually brought out of her thinking when a bearded Amazon tapped her on the shoulder. “Ms.Arevalo??” The Amazon smiled as Miranda turned around, “Fareed Maloof, regional director. How are you?” He asked. “Well, traffic was actually quite light today.” A small smile crept across Miranda’s face. “Excellent, if you would follow me please I will get you your new little’s file.” “Of course, lead the way.” Fareed nodded and guided Miranda through a door marked, “Authorized Personnel ONLY” Fareed walked over to a small filing cabinet next to a door that had the word, “Processing” on it, “Here we go.” The Amazon said after he opened the cabinet and looked for a few seconds before pulling out a manila folder, “Her name is Rebecca, of course you are free to change that, and I would actually recommend it.” “Why? Rebecca sounds like a fine name for a little.” Miranda was confused. “You see… Rebecca, was abused by her parents on Earth. She identified as an AB/DL, a little that wishes to wear diapers and act...properly.” Fareed handed Miranda the folder, “She has nasty burn scars on her thighs and crotch from a particularly nasty incident.” Miranda was horrified, to punish a little for wanted to be diapered was absolutely abhorrent to her, “Why would they do that?!” “Her biological father was the religious head of their town. He had a quite...conservative view of things and viewed her interest in diapers as a sin.” Fareed shook his head a bit. Galice had for the most part shunned all kinds of religions after a 150 year war happened over which religion should rule Galice, the Ilutia or the Puluks. It was a bloody and needless war. “I see.” Miranda opened the file. Waiting for her was a picture of a sleeping girl with long brown hair and pale skin, “She is so cute!” “I know. Your profile matches up with her pretty well. Your personality test was a 98% fit for her situation. Now then, you just need to fill out a few forms that I will have her brought to you.” A clipboard with several forms made its way into Miranda’s hands as she was brought over to a large viewing window. “Is that?” “Our temporary nursery.” Fareed smiled at five rows of ten cribs, most of them were pink, but about fifteen were blue, “Not a whole lot of boys this cycle. Rebecca should be right about there.” He pointed to a crib towards the top right corner of the nursery, “Unless her name isn’t Rebecca anymore.” Tens of different names crossed Miranda’s mind, “Um, I was thinking about… Kiki.” “Kiki sounds like a perfect name, just write that in where it says new name.” Fareed adjusted his tie, “Now, do you have a nursery set up?” “I do not, but I have a room cleared and I can have it set up within the hour. I was waiting to see what kind of little I got before I set up the nursery. Didn’t want to have a pink nursery and get a boy.” “Of course.” The director nodded, “But how quickly can you have a nursery set up? We do not like sending out littles with Amazons who do not have the means to care for them.” “I can have my two best friends, one of which is my personal shopper, start setting the nursery up within the hour.” “Excellent, however, we will be sending a representative to make sure that the nursery is set up. We will not tell you when.” “Of course, of course.” The pen skipped across the forms as Miranda signed them, “Here you go.” Miranda handed the clipboard to Fareed. “Thank you, I will go file this and soon you can leave with Kiki.” The fading footsteps on the carpet told Miranda that Fareed was leaving, but she didn’t care. All she could do was focus on her soon to be little sleeping away in her crib without a care in the world. Miranda quickly whipped out her phone and started a text to Daniel. “Daniel, its a girl. I need you to swing by Little Emporium with Peter. I need you to get a full nursery set, the whole package. I also need you to get diapers, her papers say she is a size 4 in Littles of course. I also need you to get all sorts of clothes for her, color and style doesn't matter she will look amazing in whatever she wears, she is so adorable. I also need bottles, formula, a high chair, little food and snacks…. Oh, and pacifiers plenty of pacifiers, and a walker and a stroller…. Please. Set budget at 50,000 Kules.” Miranda’s hands were shaking slightly as she typed out the text, her grammar was going to shit but she didn’t care.” Miranda looked up from her phone to see an amazon nurse in scrubs walk over to Kiki’s crib and pick up the swaddled little. The nurse looked up at Miranda and smiled as she carried Kiki out of the nursery. Miranda’s heart yearned to be with her little. Suddenly her phone vibrated. “Already there. Was just waiting on your budget, I should have everything at your apartment within an hour if traffic isn’t too too bad.” The text from Daniel read. Miranda chuckled and texted back, “Thnx.” She chuckled as Fareed returned to her. “All the paperwork is filed, lets get you united with Kiki.” Miranda blocked out most of what Fareed said, all she heard was that she was getting united with her little. Fareed began to lead her through the hallways. Eventually the two of them came to a room marked: Uniting Room #1. “Is this it?” Miranda’s hands shook. “Yes it is.” Fareed opened the door revealing a small playroom like set up. The room was carpeted with pillows off to one side, there was a toy chest over neatly tucked up against one of the cream colored walls, a changing table fully stocked with all sorts of diapers, and a playpen with toys in it. All of those things meant nothing to Miranda. All she cared about was the nurse sitting in a rocking chair holding a pink bundle in her arms. “Now, she will still be sleeping for around one to two more hours. Which should be enough time for you to get her home and prepare for her to wake up.” Fareed smiled and watched Miranda gravitate towards the nurse. “C-can I hold her?” Nervous shaking gripped Miranda. “Of course, would you like to sit down?” The nurse stood up. “Please.” Miranda quickly sat down in the rocking chair. “Alright, here you go.” The nurse smiled and handed Kiki to Miranda. Tears started to stream down Miranda’s face as she gazed upon her little’s pale face, “She is beautiful. Hey there sweetie, I’m your new mommy.” Miranda swore that she saw a faint smile develop on the girl’s face. “Take as much time as you need.” Fareed smiled, “Nurse, can you get Miranda a swaddle carrier please.” “Of course director.” The nurse nodded and left the room. “It feels like a part of my heart that was missing has been returned to me.” Miranda wiped tears away from her face. “Good. However, Miranda, please know that we are making a massive exception for you. Normally we require a nursery to already be set up and inspected by us. Luckily, you are a great friend of The Bureau. Take heed that we will be watching you very closely to make sure we were not wrong in trusting you.” “Of course.” Miranda gently rocked Kiki as the nurse returned with a basket like baby carrier with a car seat adapter on it. “Director, there seems to be a crowd of paparazzi outside.” The nurse set the carrier next to the chair. “Are you still feuding with that actress?” Fareed looked over at Miranda. “Not really. It’s mainly just her slandering me over that painting.” She sighed, “I’m so sorry about this. I’ll leave to get them away from here.” She said as she looked down at the carrier. It seemed to be like a pram but there were straps that help the little in place. Miranda carefully set Kiki down in the pram and buckled the little into the carrier. Miranda made sure that the straps weren’t too tight. “Its okay Miranda, we will give you an escort.” Fareed said and took out his cell phone and dialing a number, “This is Fareed, can we get a security escort waiting in the lobby please? Thank you.” The regional director put his phone away, “A security escort is waiting for you in the lobby.” “Thank you.” Miranda sighed as she followed the nurse and Fareed. The trio soon reached the lobby where a five amazon security team was waiting. Two more guards were keeping a swarm of reporters from entering the building. Miranda looked down at Kiki and raised the sunshade on the carrier fully so that she was hidden from the prying eyes of the cameras. This was Miranda’s problem, not Kiki’s. The nurse accompanied Miranda and the security team as they walked through the crowd of reporters. “Ms. Averlo, what do you have to say about the latest allegations against you by Ms. Kernals?” “Have you adopted a little?” Miranda rolled her eyes at the idiocy of the question, she was walking out of an adoption agency with a little carrier. Despite wanting to yell at them, numerous past incidents had taught her that it was best to keep her mouth shut. “What do you say about the rumors that you are giving up painting?” “How would you describe your relationship with The Bureau?” Miranda sighed as she opened her SUV’s back door. The nurse helped her set the carrier on a seat and then began to expertly and properly attach the carrier to the seat, “There we go. If you have any problems with Kiki please call us.” The nurse smiled as Miranda got into the driver’s seat. When Miranda had began to pull out the nurse and guards retreated back into the building. Miranda looked back at Kiki’s shut carrier and smiled, a new chapter of her life was about to begin. ****** Traffic had picked up from when Miranda had gone to the offices to get Kiki. It had taken Miranda nearly an hour and a half to get back home. When Miranda had gotten back to her apartment she could hear Peter and Daniel working away in the room that was to become Kiki’s nursery, “How is it coming you two?” “Almost done Miranda!” Daniel’s voice rang out from an opened doorway in the hall. “Thanks again you two.” Miranda smiled as she lowered the sunshade and unbuckled Kiki from the carrier. “It is our pleasure.” Peter’s deeper voice replied. “This goes without saying, but would you two mind being Kiki’s godfathers?” After a brief moment of silence the pair replied, “We would be honored.” “Excellent.” Miranda started to undo Kiki’s swaddle revealing the girl wearing a white onesie with a diaper bulge and her hair done up in pigtails, “Such a cutie pie.” Miranda set the girl on her sectional before quickly grabbed a spare easel and canvas and set it infront of Kiki, hopefully she could get a rough sketch before the girl woke up. She smiled as her phone started to ring. A quick check on the caller ID showed that it was her publicist, Lindsay. Miranda silently cursed and grabbed a pillow and blanket from the section and carefully set Kiki’s head on the pillow before covering her with the blanket. Miranda sighed and answered the call, “Lindsay, to what do I owe this call?” “What I can’t just call and check up on one of my favorite clients?” Lindsay’s sing songy voice came through crystal clear on the phone. “You heard about me at The Berau huh?” She sighed and walked towards her bedroom, consciously not looking at nursery, she wanted it to be a surprise. “Yes I did, and I can clearly see that you adopted a little.” “Are we going to have a problem with me adopting?” “Not at all, no. This is great for your image.” Miranda could hear shuffling papers, “Now, there is the matter of that gallery opening in Libertality in a few weeks.” “I’ll make the gallery opening, I will just bring her with me.” “Dear, littles don’t belong in an art gallery unless they are the artist, or they are buying art. Just put her in a daycare like the one I put Timmy in when I travel. He loves it, he has plenty of friends there.” “No, I’m not leaving her at a daycare while I go to the gallery! The first month with a newly adopted little is some of the most important bonding time! Trust me, when you see her you will fall in love with her! Poor dear was abused by her parents for wanting to wear diapers.” “What?” Lindsay sounded slightly shocked, “You don’t discourage littles from wanting diapers!” “I know! Littles belong in diapers! You don’t punish them for wanting to be in them!” Miranda rolled her eyes. Suddenly a voice called out, “M-MOMMY!?” “I’ll call you back Lindsay, she just woke up and is calling for me. She is already calling me Mommy! Talk to you later.” Miranda quickly hung up, her arms were shaking as she briskly walked towards the living room. Miranda could just see Kiki’s head poking out from over the section. “Why hello there sleepy head.” Miranda cooed gently as she walked over to the couch and knelt down next to the easel, “Did you sleep well?” Kiki’s face lit up when she saw Miranda, “Uh huh! Are you my mommy?” “Yes I am, such a clever little girl you are.” Miranda smiled and patted Kiki’s head, “This is your new home Kiki.” Kiki’s face suddenly grew confused, “Who is Kiki?”

Hi I know this sounds weird but me and my wife were looking for third person (a guy.) I am an abdl, and my wife supports it. We are also looking for a guy who is either a abdl, or even a Daddy. We could do different scenarios. We are looking for some fun but maybe even a little more, we can turn it into a regular thing. We live in Cuyahoga Falls. I am also into sissy stuff, but that is not important. Must be open to different things if you know what I mean. I am a little bi curious so if your open to more fun even better. Let me know if you want to try something.

Yes, this is my very first story-- based on an actual hospital visit I had a couple months ago. I'm still writing it, so I'll just post this for now. Like I said, some of this story is true (all of this part is); I'm looking forward to departing from reality ;-) Sorry for the weird line breaks-- I wrote it in Notepad, and it's not copy&pasting the right way. Oops. Anyway, I hope you like it, and I look forward to hearing your comments. 10-15-06 EDIT: I've slightly tweaked this story since I first starting posting it... I won't change any of the posts here, but my slightly-revised version can be found here. ***************** NURSE CHERIE: A Weekend Stay in the Hospital It was around nine-thirty that Saturday night when I heard the nurse come into the hospital room. I'd drawn the curtain between my bed and the one closer to the door, so I couldn't see which nurse it was. But then I heard her voice, as she spoke to the patient in the other bed. "Hi-- Mr. Jenkins? How are you?" My roomate had come in around ten that morning. He was an elderly man who'd apparently had some chest pain, and his family had brought him in. I hadn't gotten this information from him-- in fact, I hadn't spoken to him at all-- but rather, I'd overheard some of the conversation between his family and the floor staff. "Wha," the old man grunted. "Who are you?" "I'm Cherie, and I'll be your nurse tonight!" she replied brightly. "How are you feeling? Did you get enough to eat?" There was a pause, and then Mr. Jenkins asked, "Wha... where am I?" "You're in the hospital! Your family brought you here," Cherie told him. Mr. Jenkins thought about this. "A hospital?" "Uh-huh... they were worried that you might be having a heart attack, and they brought you here last night, so we could get a look at you." Another pause. "My family?" "Uh-huh!" Cherie continued in that same bright, cheery voice. "Your daughter and son-in-law. So we just want to run some tests to see how your heart is.. ok?" "But... was I at work?" Mr. Jenkins asked, with some confusion. "No, you were at home with your family," Cherie reminded him. "But I need... I need to get back to work!" the old guy protested. "Well... we just want to check you out and make sure everything's ok first, ok?" Cherie replied, indulgently. Another pause. "...Why am I here?" Mr. Jenkins asked. It was also apparent, from overhearing several of these wandering conversations earlier, that Mr. Jenkins was suffering from advanced Alzheimer's disease. This was the third time he'd asked where he was, and why he was here. Cherie was totally professional, and fielded his repeated questions with short, upbeat replies. Then she redirected his attention to the reason for her visit. "So, did you get enough to eat?" she asked. "...Uh..." he replied, and then, "Why, I guess so." "Do you want some more water?" Pause. "What is today?" "Today is Saturday. Can I get you some more water?" "Uh... Well, I guess so." "Ok, I'll bring you some water. But for now, I want to get you cleaned up," Cherie said. "Can I do that?" "Uh... what do you mean?" the old guy asked. "Well, I need to change your bedsheets," Cherie replied helpfully, "and change your diaper. Can I do that for you?" I heard this-- and from then on, it was a hospital stay unlike I'd ever had before. _____________ I'd come in Friday night, for much the same reason as Mr. Jenkins would: An odd pain-- not in my chest but in my left shoulder-- that could have been symptoms of some cardiac event. I'd had a heart attack two years before, with much the same symptoms; and now, even with a regimen of meds, exercise and healthier diet, I didn't want to take a chance on sitting at home if another heart thing was going on. So I'd checked myself in. A quick run of blood tests and an EKG came back negative; my heart was doing just fine. Still, with my history, the attending doc didn't want to send me back home; it was safer to hang onto me for the weekend, and have me here for a treadmill stress-test first thing Monday. Well, ok. I was relieved that I wasn't actually having a heart attack (how's that for understatement?). Still, I wasn't looking forward to laying around in the hospital all weekend. But there was nothing to be done for it; I wasn't going anywhere until Monday. So, I called a couple friends and assured them that I was fine, nothing serious was going on-- but I'd appreciate it if they could drop the newspaper and a couple books off, to help me pass the time. It was almost ten-thirty when I finally got transferred up to a room. It was a double-occupancy, but nobody else was in the room; I got the bed closest to the window. After taking a quick shower in the bathroom, I got in bed and watched teevee for a while. I guess I'd dozed off after that, because the next thing I knew somebody was gently shaking my foot, calling my name. I blinked awake, and saw the nurse at the foot of my bed. Outside my window, it was still dark. She noticed I was awake, and smiled. "Hi-- sorry to wake you," she said in soft apology. "The pharmacy sent up some meds for you, before you go to sleep." "Oh-- uh, alright... it's ok," I sat up. "What time is it?" "Just after midnight," she said, stepping to the side of my bed. "Wow," I said, still kind of groggy. Then I took my first good look at her-- and the grogginess fell away real fast. She was a tall dark-haired beauty. As she leaned towards my bedside table, I watched as her snug uniform stretched over a firm, well-toned but curvy figure. Her skin was dark complected, either well-tanned or from a Mediterranean ancestry. My gaze moved upward and gazed as her blouse strained against her good-sized breasts; easily a D cup, and I caught a glance of a black satin bra cup under her uniform. Her dark chestnut hair fell in unrestrained curls past her shoulders, framing a face that made me catch my breath. Her lips were full and sensuous, parting slightly in a slightly mischievous smile; her nose was a cute button faintly bridged by a spray of freckles. But all this was peripheral to the magnet-like attraction of her eyes; big and dark brown, and now looking right towards me. They held my gaze, and I found myself staring at her for a moment in rapt fascination. I tore my gaze away from her face and looked at her name tag. After noticing that her hair was much shorter in her photo, I spotted her name: Cherie. "And how are you feeling, after your little nap?" she asked me, with that little mischeivous smile. "Uh-- fine! Excellent," I managed. "I'm ready to go home now," I added. She laughed softly. "Ah, well, it's not that easy, I'm afraid," she purred. "I guess you're going to be with us for a couple more days, at least." I nodded. "Yeah, so I hear," I said. "Well, I guess I wasn't doing anything this weekend anyway." Cherie laughed again, and said "Well, there you go-- then you're not missing anything!" She handed me the small paper cup of pills; I tipped them into my hand, tossed them into my mouth, and chased them down with a cup of water that Cherie handed me. "So just think," Cherie smiled. "Now you can spend the weekend just relaxing, laying around in bed, and let us take care of everything for you," Cherie smiled. "What could be better than that?" I looked at this gorgeous woman standing beside my bed, and thought of a couple things that could make my hospital experience a lot better. But I decided that giving voice to these suggestions would probably not be the wisest thing I could do, right then. Oh well. "Well Jeez, Cherie," I shrugged with a smile. "That sounds pretty rough, but I'll try to struggle through." Then: "Are you working tonight?" She nodded. "Double shift," she said, with a trace of unenthusiasm. "I came in early tonight to cover for one of the other girls, and then my regular shift started at eleven." "Oh man," I said with sympathy. "That's a long night." "Yeah," she sat down on the edge of my bed. "Well, my ex has the kids this weekend, so I can work the hours. I've just had some work done on the house, so the extra money will be a good thing." My brain instantly filed this casually-offered information away: single (but with kids), has her own house. Hmmm. "You live here in town?" I inquired. She shook her head, and mentioned one town over. I was pleasantly surprised. "Me too!" "Really?" she exclaimed. "What part?" I told her the section of town I lived in, and she told me she was about a half-mile from me. Then we both started complaining about the traffic jams on Route 147 through town, and the road construction of King Street... and suddenly we were bonding over traffic jams. This went on for about five minutes, when suddenly Cherie looked at her watch. "Oh gosh-- I've gotta finish my run, and go help out up on five," she stood up. Then she turned and gave me that smile again. "Can I get you anything before I leave?" I shook my head. "No, but thanks, Cherie. I'm just gonna get some sleep." "You want a little snack, or something?" she offered. "Before you go to sleep?" I looked at her, and grinned. "You mean, like, warm milk and cookies?" She laughed. "Sure, I can get you that, if you want." "Excellent," I grinned. Then added: "Thank you, Mommy." She laughed again... but it was softer, and her dark brown eyes seemed to regard me with something more than just simple amusement. "Anything else?" Hey, what the heck. "Um... how about a bedtime story, and then tuck me in?" I ventured. Cherie smiled. "Well, I've never heard that one before." I shrugged. "Well, you know... the whole 'relax in bed and let us take care of you' thing you were talking about before." "Uh-huh," she said. Then she leaned forward (giving me another peek at her glorious cleavage), and gently patted my hand. "I'm a little too busy for that tonight, big boy," she cooed. "Let me get back to you on that, ok?" I looked up at her gorgeous face, into those entrancing eyes... and then noticed, for the first time, the faint perfume of baby powder drifting from her skin. Oh, my, God. "Uh... ok," I managed. "Please do." She laughed softly again, and stood back up. "I'll be right back with your milk and cookies," she said, and strolled prettily away. to be continued...

Holy cow man! My wife surprised me with a sample pack of the new purple rearz. Today for the Super Bowl.... an then showed me that she bought a pack for her..... she is not ever shown a interest in wearing, she is supportive of me wearing and Weill diaper me... But tonight she ask me to diaper her as she wanted to try one!! Am in awe and don’t know what to think but am super exited!!!!!!! Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk

It was one of the most awesome things that has happened in a real long time. I was out on the sales floor looking all happy and ready to chat with clients, and I had to pee, and I mean a lot. I stood there looking at some of the apparel and let it all out into my diaper. I must have let go at least a good thirty ounces of champagne into my diaper. All of a sudden a clients face was right behind the blouse I was admiring. We chatted for a good five to ten minutes, and I could feel trickles running down my leg. I didn't react or make it look obvious, but I could feel the slow trickle and it was turning me on. The client and I finished our chat and I rushed to the employees bathroom to get out of my soaked diaper. I didn't have a diaper with me to change out of so I walked around commando for about two hours. That was so liberating and what a turn on

Really depends. I have my travel bear Baxter that my wife gave me when I was travelling a lot for work. I have my pink foxes that accompany me to furry conferences and events. I have a large 5 foot bear for sleeping in case my wife or Daddy arent there. I have other plushies for cuddling at night, watching television, unicorns for story time with Daddy, smaller foxes for sleeping together wth my wife, ones for taking out when we go camping or have picnics, etc. Generally I like to have a plush friend within reach because I find them soothing and we've scented most of them with either my wife's perfume or Daddy's cologne because scent is great at inducing memories so it helps me think of them when they're not physically present. We even have one with Daddy's heartbeat to help me relax when I'm stressed and he cant be there to cuddle me ? Little kaiya

Nobody is being forced into anything there. It's up to the owners to decide what they want to do with their store, and anyone who doesn't like it can go elsewhere. It's only where non-involved people have little or no choice about being somewhere that I feel discretion could be a good mandate. Knowing how sensitive a lot of us are about publicity I would have recommended to the owners that they might be wiser putting the ABDL section in a less exposed area but that's all. Bettypooh

There are mentally disabled adults out there who would love to have printed diapers and printed onesies.

Yes it is naughty. Very naughty baby. Also it is fun. Within limits it is acceptable. Don't do it in a crowded lift where people can't move away from you. Otherwise , I am free to poop my diaper, and others are free to hold their nose, make fun of me or move away in disgust.

I use wipes to get the urine off my skin and to keep smelling fresh and to help avoid rashes.

Much more exciting than the game itself

Well my "terrible covers" have sold a ton of copies so, must be doing something right ?

Bed. That should have read bed.

I agree with Elfy that sexual orientations and sexual fetishes are very separate things. So I don't think the acronym "ABDL" should be added to "LGBT" or that any kink/fetish is comparable to an orientation. And keeping a sexual fetish a secret is much easier than keeping a romantic relationship a secret. One of the worst aspects of the American military's "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy was that you had people serving in the military living in constant fear of being seen with their spouse or significant other and unable to even so much as mention their romantic relationships to coworkers. On a side note, I always thought the "T" in "LGBT" seemed a little out of place because gender identity is not a sexual orientation either. As far as which group suffers more, I think thats a tough question because... how can one quantify the suffering of another human being? How can we truly know what life is like inside another person's heart and mind? Life for people all around the world is filled with widely varying degrees of suffering. There is a strong political narrative on the left that people can easily be broken down into those who are oppressed and people who are oppressors in society. Oppressors reap rewards while the oppressed suffer. Straight white men are seen as being at the top of that pyramid - an entire group of people whose struggles are just naturally considered less severe than anyone else's due to privilege. But not all straight, white men are the same - just like not all gay people are the same. Straight, white men in society have various different skills, privileges, and shortcomings. Bigotry and prejudice are very real forces in this world but they're far from being the only causes of human suffering. Reality is more nuanced than that. No one can say that gay people suffer more or less than ABDLs because not even all gay people suffer equally in this world. Being a gay person living in a theocracy in the Middle East is very different from being a gay person living in the United States. And being a gay person living in San Francisco, California is very different from being a gay person living in a rural, right wing, Christian part of Texas. And there are so many factors that effect human suffering because human beings are complex entities. A gay person with mental illness or a physical disability would likely suffer far more than a gay person without those difficulties. A gay person who was independently wealthy would likely suffer far less than a gay person who lived in poverty. Like I said, real life is nuanced. I think this is an interesting discussion because a while ago, I saw a post right here on DD that really made me think. I don't recall who made the post but, like many ABDL folks, he was a young man who was depressed and discouraged about what future - if any- he could ever have with a woman. He said, "My life would be so much easier if I were gay or asexual!" He genuinely wished he had been born gay instead of being born ABDL. It really made me wonder if he was right. There are many parts of western Europe and the United States that are very accepting of LGBT people. Sure, bigotry is very real in this world today but being gay is something that a majority of people in the United States have accepted as normal and polls show a huge amount of support for LGBT rights... Gay people do suffer discrimination but you can't argue that things aren't better for gay people in 2019 than in 1919. But being sexually aroused by urinating and defecating in an adult diaper and masturbating in it? Well, thats a behavior that is not nearly as socially acceptable in western society as being gay. Sure, typically ABDL individuals don't suffer as much overt discrimination as openly gay people do. That much we can agree on. But most ADBLs are not completely open about their sexual desires precisely because they are worried they could be discriminated against in some way! In decades past, one could even argue that gay people suffered LESS from discrimination by staying closeted, marrying someone of the opposite sex, and having children. Sure, being in the closet wasn't a happy, healthy, or satisfying life for them but living that lie was a survival tool to escape discrimination in a bigoted society. I once met a gay man who was a devout Republican and voted for Donald Trump! He told me that he didn't think gay people in America were discriminated against at all! He thought that the "liberal media" had just made all that up! Some of my liberal friends are shocked when they hear this story but why should they be? Gay people, like all people, are unique individuals with their own unique thoughts, feelings, and perceptions about the world around them. Not all of their opinions, perceptions, and experiences about the world around them will be the same! They're individuals, not one dimensional cartoon characters. And I don't think any one gay person can speak for the collective experiences of all gay people. Not all ABDL people suffer equally either! Some folks on here have been very lucky in meeting partners or spouses that are very accepting. Some have not been so lucky. That element of "luck" makes a big difference. There are many employers that would fire a person for being openly ABDL if they knew. There are parents who punish their children for indulging in ABDL desires, or send them to therapy. Having lived in some very conservative parts of the southern U.S., I can say that there are absolutely people out there who would beat you up for being openly ABDL. There are people who would divorce their spouse if they found out. My ex-girlfriend was very accepting of LGBT people but later told me that hearing I had this fetish "made her want to vomit", she said I was a "freak", a "pervert", and that I was mentally ill. And I'm certainly not the only ABDL that has had such a negative experience in a romantic relationship. It has been said most of life's happiness and suffering can be directly linked to who you choose to marry. Much like gay people, there are ABDL folks out there that live their entire lives with self hatred and suicidal thoughts in their heart... believing that they are deeply flawed in some way and can never be 'fixed'. I've certainly seen posts on DD where people are so depressed that they contemplate suicide over this fetish! Finally, while a sexual fetish and a sexual orientation are two different things that are tough (if not impossible) to really compare... the fact is that ABDLs share something in common with gay people. There will always be ignorant individuals in the world that confuse both groups of people with pedophiles. Its tough to describe just how toxic it is to have your sexual desires associated with pedophilia. And, to state the obvious here, not all people with sexual fetishes suffer equally either. Some fetishes are more socially acceptable than others. '50 Shades of Grey', for all its flaws, pushed BDSM more into the mainstream. I'd say that as far as fetishes go... this one is probably one of the more socially unacceptable fetishes out there!

I wish I could take the some of the good jobs I have been offered. The problem I run into is I have a borked divorce settlement. My ex gets my daughter EVERY weekend, from 8:30 Friday night to 8:30 Sunday night, and I am required to pay transportation. The nearest University (I have a PhD in Cultural Anthropology and am an Archaeologist) is 40 minutes away before traffic, which would be reasonable, except they don't need me there as they do not offer an Archaeology course, and they have a glut of Cultural Anthropology professors already, most of whom were there when I was an undergrad at that school. (So hopefully some are nearing retirement?) I have a standing offer from Oxford (Mother pulled strings, I probably don't belong there :-p), which wont be there forever, and just had to pass on a USC invitation. England, I can not take because can you imagine the cost and organizational difficulty of putting my daughter on an international flight every Friday, and then picking her up? USC is better, but still several hours of driving every Friday and Sunday, so not realistic. The judge that screwed me retires in August, so maybe I can get a change of order than, especially since my daughter doesn't even want to go visit her father.. Until then though, I am trapped in this stupid town where these are literally my only job options. I am a substitute teacher during the week, I wait tables at a hotel on week nights, Claim Jumpers on weekends, and I make bows in the downtime.

Leaks happen...enough said.

I have found this is one of the best places to rant. I am much more comfortable here sharing my feelings and troubles than those closest to me. I know part of it is we are all strangers to one another so what do you really have to lose and the other part of it I feel in general we our a caring and accepting community. The advice and support we share with one another does not just have to be about diapers. It saddens me to hear these stories. I just wish I could wave a magic wand and give you some high level job where you did not have to worry about tips. One thing is for sure I know you would respect those who work underneath you. I know you gave me sound advice as far as proper diaper etiquette from a housekeeper prospective. I do not think I will ever be completely discreet because I am honestly happy letting the diapers out the closet so to speak but I do understand how to be respectable while doing so.

bowel movments inpublic when you hwve a medical issue snd can not control it is one thing but to deliberately have one is another I have had a few bowel movments while out and about due to my incontinence issues but I allways clean up as quickly as possible. I would never deliberately use my diaper for a bowel movment in public or at home the cleanup is a pain.

Not really. I would find occasional unused wrapped condom on a bed side table, but that was really it. The three groups that left the most out, during the 2016 campaign, I would find a lot of political signs and such left behind, mostly pro-Trump. There was even a guest that was giving us house keepers (Note: I am lily white, dirty blonde, and bluish gray eyes...) "deportation warnings" that proclaimed that once Trump was elected, we would be round up and shipped back to Mexico. The other guest type is the medical waste assholes, who would leave sharps, used diapers, or bloody bandages on the counters for us. (If you are ever told your room is not ready due to additional cleanup, you have one of these fuckers to thank as we have to bring in a hazardous waste professional.) Finally, you have the "kids" which is our code for people who came to have a party. Those rooms are normally off the list for a few days. So yeah, as a maid, I saw more diapers than handcuffs, whips, etc... and being part of the community, I was able to quickly tell need-only and enjoyment with possible need. Wish more people got this. Especially the "illegal" thing. So many times, I was either told to go back to where I came from (So... San Diego?) or asked: "Do you ever get mad that you don't understand what your coworkers are saying?" To which, I often times respond in Greek or Scots Gaelic just to piss them off, then pretend to not understand English the rest of their stay. Yeah I know, I wasn't helping my case, but you do the job long enough and you will fuck with bigots too. Then there is the crap the average American never even thinks about, like the dudes who leave notes for us, asking how much it would cost for us to come back and give them a blow job, or spread our legs for em. So many people view housekeepers as human trash. I had a PhD when I was working in hotels. I worked there because I got screwed in a divorce settlement and I am stuck living way to far from a university to teach and be able to raise my daughter, and afford the transportation cost to get her to her father every single weekend. People forget that housekeepers are people who are dealing with real shit. I don't think I am better than my co-workers because I have a crap ton of education, although a lot of my co-workers do occasionally think they are better than me, because they did not get an education and ended up in the same place as me. Sorry this is becoming a bit of a rant. I had a bad weekend, I work now as a waitress on weekends, substitute teacher during the day on week days, and most nights I am babysitting so people can go live lives, while I pay rent. Bow making does not do that, it is just a little extra (mostly used to pay for my girls hobbies and activities.) Then some dude in a MAGA hat decided he needed to lecture me why he wasn't going to give me a tip, because he thought it was extortion that he is expected to pay for his food then give me a tip for doing my job, and I quote, "That a retarded "n-word" could do while high." So yeah, people treat service workers like human trash all the time, and I am not going to try and make people feel better by saying most are good, the fact is, if they are not a regular, they are most likely going to treat me like trash. Most people who know they are not going to come back to that resturant leave messes, complain in order to try and get free food, will leave rude comments like, "I was going to tip you 20 dollars, but you are a little fat, so I only gave you 10 to help you diet." Or, "We left you our leftovers instead of a tip so that you could have better quality food then what you could afford." (I wait tables at a Claim Jumpers and a hotel restaurant. Such good food that costs 1/8th what they are paying for at Vons... and I can make it at home with less butter and salt and make it to seniorhood.) One of my favorite customers is a guy who I know hates tips, but he always tips 30% plus. He hates them because he is of the strange (hint: employ sarcasm filter here.) that employers should, gasp, pay their employees instead of shifting that cost burden to customers. See, I am willing to talk to him about why I shouldn't get a tip, because he fucking gets it. I should be paid to do my job, not depend on the generosity of customers to make my ends meet. Before some of you with no hospitality experience say anything, yeah, in California I get minimum wage plus tips, but what most people don't realize is that most chains/hotel restaurants employ an algorithm that assumes I am tipped 20% per table check. It doesn't verify that I was or wasn't. Then, it takes that total, divides by certain amounts to go to the bus boy, cooks, etc... Which is fine that they get a cut, even though the cooks are typically paid 16+ and there often is no bus boy on most of my shifts, but hey. The problem arises when fuckers don't tip me or tip below 20%... Let me show you why.... I make 14.30 (This is pretty high pay for a waitress in my area I want to point out, not average.) an hour waiting tables right now. An average shift for me is 8 hours on Saturday night. I will wait approx 4-8 tables an hour, so lets assume I had 6 tables an hour. So 48 tables. At Claim Jumpers, the average check comes out to about 60 dollars, and we will use that, assuming no large parties. So 60x48=2880. Now, 20 percent of that is: 576. Cool, I made a lot in tips right? Nope, first most people only tip 15, not 20. Next, about a third of tippers tip less than 10 dollars, regardless of the cost of the meal. In short, most Saturday nights, I make maybe 200-300 in tips. WHich is still cool... except... of the 576 listed before, the cooks each get a 10% cut. There are four cooks on Saturday night, and the bus boy gets 5% Then they take 15% for taxes... (Theortically I could get these back, but if you are being credited with 600 dollars a shift in tips on top of pay, what tax bracket do you think you end up in?) So 60% of my "tips" never even come to me. 60% of 576 is... 345.60 so assuming I had a good tip night and made 300 dollars.... I am 45.60 cents in the hole... now my take home pay is 14.30 x 8 which is 114 dollars per shift... minus 20% for taxes and such: 92 dollars... minus the 45 dollars... 47 dollars. Yep. Fucking tip your waitresses, because they are being screwed. Sorry end of rant.

One last (hopefully) thought. People can say "I'm on vacation and want to relax and not worry about cleaning and all that stuff". They can also say, "They are housekeeping and it's a low paying menial job that they should be glad they have" Some might even think housekeeping people are in the country working illegally, and that might even be true. To me, none of that matters. Even if some people may not be the collage professionals that others are, they are still people. Even if all they might be able to find for employment is what some people think of as a low social position jobs (like a dishwasher in a restaurant), we still need to be glad they are there to clean our rooms and make up the beds. They should be treated with some kind of respect for just coming to work and doing their job. How would any of us feel if we came back to our room after a day out and found no beds made, all the trash we threw away still in the trash cans, the sink dirty and no toilet paper! I'm not saying before we leave our rooms for the day we need to make the beds, clean the sink and all that. I'm just saying if we were in our own homes we wouldn't throw our trash on the floor and leave our house a mess on purpose. Would we leave out our diapers and pacifiers on the living room coffee table or dining room table or floor for any people who may stop by to visit? Some might, but just because we are on vacation and paying hotel fees is not an excuse to purposely leave the place a mess or leave out diapers and baby stuff for staff to see for a personal thrill. They are people just trying to do their jobs and weather some people may think they are low end menial jobs or not, people still need to be treated with some respect.

I'm 49 years old. This is not something I chose. My desires to wear diapers developed from a time well before I was even aware that sex was a thing. I'm fully comfortable wearing diapers when I'm out, but I'm very discreet. I'm not ashamed of it. It took me a long time to accept this as part of me, but I don't have any feeling of shame about it anymore. I live in one of the most open and liberally open metropolitan areas in the entire world. For the most part, it's an area where regardless of what letter you present, LBGT is pretty much accepted as 'You do you." That didn't happen overnight, and people were literally killed because of it (Gwen Araujo). Please don't get triggered because you think I'm comparing ABDL to LBGT, because I'm not. But, if I were gay or transgendered, I would feel comfortable sharing it with my closest friends. But this is something I haven't shared with my friends? They don't know that I wear diapers most of the time, or that I've bought pacifiers, baby bottles or the like. Why do think that is? Is it my fear, or just me not wanting to explain my choice of underwear? And in reality, it's way more than just my choice of underwear. It's deeper and more ingrained. This started with a question whether becoming mainstream is a good thing, which IMO is a weird question. First of is BS to say it's not mainstream, and never will be. What do you mean by mainstream? If it means being able to walk around in public wearing a diaper and being publicly open with it, then no. In my opinion, that feels creepy. I think it means we reach the "You do you," stage, and that time is getting closer. Almost all, if not all, incontinence suppliers are ABDL aware, and lot even actively market to ABDL. ABDL specific products are sold everywhere. I bought an adult baby bottle that works really well and came with an adult pacifier from Amazon a few months ago. The cost was fairly low, where it used to be hugely expensive and would require a private vendor that I would email the details. It's a sign that it's recognized and the market is there. It's more and more common for television shows to reference ABDL and diapers. Most are mocking references, but no longer in the 'OMG-, that's so creepy' area. Compare what you would see today to King Baby., and that was a huge step forward to what we saw before. And then there is this public acceptances (kind of) of convenience diapers. In a few years, they won't do articles about people wearing diapers to New Year's Eve at Times Square because it won't elicit any response. They wouldn't have done one a few years ago, because it was too strange. And none of these are bad.

I don’t personally travel very often, but when I do, I try to be as discreet as possible if/when I wear and use diapers, including disposal. I’ll even either brings trash bags or go out and buy them while on vacation and try my best to either find the dumpster or a larger, public trash can to dispose of used diapers in. I’ve worked in the service industry before (I was a mechanic and car rental agent for a little while), so I can sympathize with hotel workers and some of the stuff they have to go through. That’s why I always try and make it as easy as possible for them to do their job.

If the Sun is 4.6 billion years old, how would its parents be?

I used to work grinding pepper. the money I got for that was nothing to sneeze at

You are carrying around a dangerously septic material in a containment system that is not medical grade reliable by choice. In so doing you are imposing your lifestyle on others and possible generating a nuisance, willingly where it can be reasonably presumed that 75% of the persons you are inflictiong this risk on are unwilling. What could POSSIBLY go wrong; right Murphy? and how is any of this all right? Again, the anti-drunk driving PSA; "your lifestyle is your business, but when you take it on the road, it's everybody's business". Just being over 10 years old and asking the question shows that you have a pretty good idea of the answer

We also have a very cheap AMD quad core 3.2 ghz laptop, which I upgraded from 5400 rpm hard drive to an SSD. The AMD cpu is very weak in that laptop. I ended up giving it to my wife for home use as her Acer couldn't get past the second Windows 10 update (and Acer stopped supporting it). When we travel I take that for work instead of my work laptop. It ran Linux fine, but I decided to give it away without the hard drive as it was a 1 TB 7200 rpm one. It replaced a hard disk that had 30,000 hours in my DVR computer. The DVR computer is an i7-920 with nvidia 560 (ti I think?). The laptop has PlayOn on it, so when we're in hotels I can connect to the tv if there's an HDMI connection. Granted PlayOn only records in 720, so it's not clear as it could be.

I've got an alienware i7-7700. 16G ram, SSD and a terabyte drive and a GEFORCE GTX 1070 driving two monitors. I'm not a gamer however, but I do some graphical software development. This replaced the absolutely hideously defective from the factory Dell XPS One that in addition to its other problems got bricked when Windows 10 flashed it's bios in a noncompatible fashion (damn you Dell-no-support). At least now my monitors are symmetrical. I was able to recover the hard drive out of the AIO and transfer all the stuff into the new system.

is there any fellow diaper wearers out there in or around the dayton area

Whenever that wonderful moment of intimacy is about to take place I always at the beginning tell that boi-lover to enjoy the sensations, to savor the moment and not to worry about squirting in my mouth as it will make the joy of release all the more pleasurable for both of us.

I'm predominantly straight but do enjoy a man to man get together once in a while. I really love playing with another guys cock, sensually licking & sucking on it & having it in my mouth. But I've not yet taken anyone's cum although I expect it's going to happen unexpectedly sooner or later. I feel a bit safer about it this way. It generally finishes up with other guy wanking himself off in front of me, proudly proclaiming how he's coming & me not really interested in it. People say how good it is when they sense it starting throb to in their mouth & then jacking so maybe I should give it a go? Of course, I've sampled my own cum so I know what it tastes like.

Yes I am

Chapter Eight Holding hands with Jo felt so different as they wandered through the aquarium. Cammi was used to holding hands with her mommy, she held her hand any time they walked together... which, she had to admit, wasn't all that often. More often Cammi was pushed in a stroller or carried, Jo was so much faster. And when they did hold hands, Cammi usually had to reach above her head to maintain the grip - she was used to standing only to a little below Jo's waist - Jo was average height for an Amazon woman, but Cammi was a little short for an adult Little... not exceptionally so, but she had been teased a bit in school. Now, they held hands like the other couples that Cammi saw wandering the aquarium, hands hanging down, clasped together, swinging gently as they walked. As they wandered through the maze of beautiful fish tanks, looking at tropical fish an a dizzying array of colors and shapes - fish that had funny tendrils and antennae, fish that were so bright yellow they looked like they were colored with a highlighter, fish that were as black as night except for a funny colored spot - Cammi couldn't help but watch the couples. There were some families too, and Cammi felt strangely jealous of the small children... standing to their parents' thighs, running to and fro, pressing themselves against the glass... when she had done the same thing after they had arrived, a security man had told them that she couldn't run and she couldn't touch or he'd have to ask them to leave. Jo hadn't let go of her hand since. She did get to pet a stingray which was amazing, and touch a starfish, which were both things on her "tropical vacation to do" list... but it was hard to be a couple with Jo, rather than having the freedom to run and laugh and be silly. As they walked down a darkened hallway, Cammi spotted another couple, a man and woman a little younger than Jo and Cammi - they were standing in the darkened area, her body pressed against the wall, him kissing her tenderly. She blushed, wondering what that felt like now... her breasts felt bigger, her hips felt bigger, her face felt different... and her legs definitely felt longer. She hadn't really thought about a romantic relationship with anyone in years... six years, in fact.. not since Frederick had dumped her. They had kissed like that, what felt like a lifetime ago.. she remembered liking it, she remembered expecting an Independent life with an Independent man. But Jo had changed all that. Jo had shown her the love of an Amazon, a kind of deep caring and self-sacrifice that another Little couldn't provide.. but here they were both Amazons. Cammi suddenly felt hyper aware of her diaper crinkling slightly as she walked hand-in-hand with Jo. None of the other people her size wore diapers here - they were embarrassed by it. She could tell she was a little wet, but the new pink diapers felt much more like what she was used to at home - it would last for a long while yet. As they walked down the hallway, Cammi's pace slowed as she lingered a bit to watch the kissing couple.. would Jo like to be kissed like that? Jo had asked at one point, years ago, if Cammi wanted a daddy... but the idea had been so alien to her. She was attracted to men, she couldn't imagine one in the caregiving role that Jo filled.. so she had said no. She had always wondered if Jo felt unfulfilled by their relationship, if Jo had needs that couldn't be met... but her mommy hadn't brought it up again. Cammi had always feared that it was Jo that wanted a man in her life... and that Cammi was depriving her of something she needed. The thought left her mind as Jo pulled her around the corner, however, into an alcove where a floor-to-ceiling tank of glowing jellyfish awaited. The jellyfish were engaged in a beautiful dance, up and down, side to side, their small forms glowing with a faint blue in the dark of the hallway. Cammi wrapped her arms around Jo and rested her head on the woman's shoulder, letting out a long, low sigh of contentment. "They're so pretty," she whispered, it seemed wrong to spoil the atmosphere with a loud sound. They watched the jellyfish dance for many long minutes, cuddling in the dark and for the first time, they both really felt that it was a good vacation. * * * The aquarium had been wonderful - Cammi's legs felt much stronger after the walk all the way through the large building. She had to stop periodically to rest, but as the day went on the rests were shorter and less frequent. She was feeling really energized as they stepped out of the air conditioned building and back into the tropical humid heat. "Mommy," Cammi said playfully, bouncing up and down with both of her hands wrapped around one of Jo's. "Let's race." They raced from time to time back home, but Cammi always lost, Jo's stride was easily four of her small steps, she never stood a chance. But she felt energetic after her stroll through the aquarium and she wanted to run. Jo looked less certain. "Come on," Cammi whined, "Please? Exercise is good for you!" Jo grimaced at her own words being used against her. She had to force Cammi to exercise once a week since the girl didn't walk as much any more, and every week it was the same fuss - and that was the line she used. "Fine," Jo agreed, "We'll race to where the sidewalk meets, see it?" Cammi nodded, spotting the place Jo indicated. "Ready? Go!" The two women took off running, Jo at her usual Little-trouncing jog... but Cammi was running flat out, as hard as she could. And it felt AMAZING. She was at the agreed upon "finish line" long before Jo and was bouncing around... she had to stop to hold her breasts, however... too much bouncing had caused them to ache - a thing she was not used to, and the bra that Jo had bought her was not built for running, a thing she never had to worry about. "Ow," she complained, "Boobies hurt when you run." "I know," Jo laughed, "How are you liking those?" The question got an odd look from a passer-by, but the two women were getting used to ignoring those. She patted Cammi's diapered bottom for a moment before taking the girl's hand again and walking at a much more leisurely pace. "It's weird... like, my body feels different. Well, it's like it's not even MY body. I feel stronger and faster, I want to run and jump... and I hadn't given much thought to the breasts, are they cute?" "Everything about you is cute," Jo smiled. "Come on, cutie - let's go get some lunch and then I think you need a nap." "I don't want to nap," Cammi objected, "I feel like I have more energy than I ever have in my whole life!" "That's terrifying," Jo joked, "you're always a bundle of energy... but you always take an afternoon nap and you know it." "I don't want one," Cammi crossed her arms and sat down in the grass next to the sidewalk... and that's when Jo realized she was in trouble. Normally, she'd be able to scoop her Little up and carry her to a playpen or to her crib, put her down for a nap and she'd be out in ten minutes... she couldn't pick Cammi up in this state. "Cammi," Jo said sternly, "you need to get up and come have lunch, and then we're going to take a nap. Do you understand?" "No!" Cammi fussed, drawing attention from the locals, "I don't want to." Jo's cheeks burned as a small cluster of onlookers had gathered. "Camille Eloise Fabron," she had to resort to the full-on mommy voice now, which caused Cammi to sit bolt upright. "You are about to be in big trouble. Is that what you want on your vacation? Or do you want your silly conch food?" "No, I don't want to be in big trouble," Cammi said sullenly, standing. "May we please go get the conch fritters?" "Yes, but afterward, you're going to... " "Take a nap," Cammi's voice was sadness. Jo took her hand and smiled. "Good girl," she paused to shoot the onlookers a glare before wandering off to the shop the waitress the day before had indicated would have what Cammi sought. That was close, Jo thought to herself, how do you mommy someone your size? * * * The conch fritters had turned out to be little dough balls with the seafood mixed in - the first batch was too spicy for Cammi, so Jo took that one (it was wonderful) and ordered a second batch for the Little, specifying that she needed it mild. They sat together on a bench near the stand that sold the silly food and ate, watching the seagulls circle, watching bicycles and cars go by, and generally just enjoying each others' company. After their fritters were done, they prepared to head back to the hotel. Cammi pondered trying to get out of it again... but Jo's face was very stern as soon as the thought crossed her mind. Jo took the Little by the hand and marched for the hotel. "I'm not tired!" she whined. "Let's go play!" "We'll play more after your nap." "Mommyyyyy," Cammi whined, "Please!?" A young man watched the short-haired woman practically drag the long-haired woman away... and then a breeze blew up her skirt as she was off-balance being pulled by the short-haired woman. He blushed furiously, he didn't mean to see anything, he didn't mean to look... it had just happened. But he knew what he saw. The Mommy was dragging the LG away, and she was diapered... a thick, pink diaper. It was the stuff of dreams and fantasies, right there on the street of his hometown. Evan couldn't believe his luck. He was twenty-two years old, going on three and he had never met another AB/DL in his life. And there were two beautiful women right there... living the life he wanted. He dreamed of a firm mommy taking him by the hand and marching him off for a nap. He dreamed of a beautiful woman like that laying him down and... he blushed more, unable to even finish the thought. He knew it was wrong, he knew he was being creepy, but he just couldn't help himself.. and he followed them back to the hotel. He wasn't such a creep that he'd go in after them, he felt awful at having followed them as long as he did... but he didn't know when he'd get another chance. He watched longingly as they walked through the hotel entrance... and then he noticed that the girl's anklet had popped off. It looked shiny and expensive. He rushed over and picked it up, but they were gone... he had kept a respectful - well, respectful other than the fact that he was literally being a creeper and following them through town - distance. He hadn't planned on bothering them, but he felt like he had to return this now. He stepped into the lobby, but they were gone. I guess I should turn this in to the front desk, he thought sullenly... his chance, his one chance to talk to them and not be a complete scumbag, had just slipped through his fingers. It would totally be okay if he caught up to them with a dropped item... he examined it closely, "Camille / Little / Adopted" was all it read ... he turned it over in his hands and then.. he wasn't sure why, but he slipped it on his wrist. It was just a black bangle with a wide gap on one side... it was how it had popped off her ankle. But now that it was on his own wrist, the gap was gone... and he couldn't get it off. He panicked, looking around... the man at the front desk was looking at him strangely. He waved a nervous wave... and ran. * * * "No," Cammi heard herself saying, even though Jo was giving her the stern face. It had finally occurred to her that the other woman really couldn't make her do anything she didn't want to here. "I don't want to take a nap, I'm not tired." Jo groaned inwardly, she wasn't ready for this kind of defiance... and she wasn't equipped for it either. "Please Cammi?" she asked softly, "Let's just lay down and have a nice relaxing rest... you don't even have to sleep, just lay down." "No," Cammi said again, "I don't want to. Let's do something else, something we both want to do." "Camille, you're not being reasonable. You need an afternoon nap - you've taken an afternoon nap every day - every afternoon - for years." "And that was when I was Little," she replied stubbornly, crossing her arms. "I'm big here. I'm... I'm on a vacation from being Little." "Cammi," Jo sounded weary, which caused a tiny pang of guilt in the Little's brain, "You're still a Little - you're standing there arguing with me in a wet diaper. I rocked you to sleep last night, crying because we didn't have a bottle for you. You may have a bigger body, but you are still very much a Little, and you need a nap." "No!" Cammi stamped her foot. "I'll... I'll just go out by myself." "Please don't, Cammi," Jo's voice was tinted with sadness, "Please, just... just lay down with me and snuggle. I need my Little." Cammi crumbled, the last thing she wanted to do was to make her mommy sad on their vacation. She still felt far too energized to take a nap... but it was Jo's vacation too. With a sigh, the Little laid down and curled into her same-sized Amazon. "Thank you, sweetie." "You're welcome - it's your vacation too, I want you to be happy. I'm sorry I made you sad." "It's okay sweetie, we'll talk about it more after our rest, okay? Let's just relax." The two of them laid down, Cammi curled into Jo's side, feeling restless... but she laid there like a good girl. Eventually Jo's pettings stopped, and her breathing slowed. Cammi waited a few minutes, then sat up slowly. Jo was out, but Cammi - as she had said plenty of times - wasn't tired. She looked around the room... she could watch TV, but that might wake Jo.. she sat, wondering what she could do. She had a couple of ideas - one involved staying in the room... but one didn't. She eyed the table next to the door, Jo had left some currency there... she could go out for ice cream and be back before Jo woke.

Chapter Seven: Not That Kind of Amazon Jo awakened to find her Little gazing at her with Amazon-sized eyes. Seeing those chocolate brown eyes, a strand of blonde hair drooped over the bridge of her nose between them, it took a moment but she saw her Cammi in those eyes quickly enough, and she felt her heart surge. Waking up face-to-face with Cammi was a rarity, the girl loved her crib... the thought was interrupted, however, as Cammi leaned in and kissed her. And it was not a chaste kiss, it was the kiss of a lover, a kiss of desire, a kiss of a love as deep as the ocean and as wide as the sky. Jo closed her eyes and leaned in as well, kissing her love. After a very long moment, their lips parted and they stared into each others' eyes again. Cammi's scent was in her nostrils and her taste on her lips. That had been their first kiss. Jo blushed and sat up. "Good morning, Little girl," she started, but Cammi followed her and silenced her mothering lips with another long, sweet kiss. Jo was deeply confused - and she panicked a little. The kiss felt amazing, the love she felt for her Little was immeasurable, but these feelings were not one she equated with her beloved Little. But at the same time, she couldn't deny how it amazing it felt... hence the confusion, hence the panic. She needed time to process the feelings, to think her way through it... but she didn't want to hurt Cammi either. She broke the kiss after a long moment. "Ahem," Jo started again deliberately, "Someone is a soggy girl, I'm sure and I think it would be a good time to go see if your new diapers came in." Jo watched an impish grin spread across the Little's face - and Cammi launched herself at Jo... and they both tumbled off the bed. "I am so sorry!" Cammi cried, standing up and pulling her partner to her feet, "I.. I.. I'm so big! I thought... " "Shh," Jo soothed, ignoring her own aches for the moment, "it's okay. Someone is greedy for kisses," she smiled warmly and maneuvered the half-naked Cammi to the chair Jo herself had been sitting in the night before. She leaned in and gave the girl another long kiss. "I need you to be a good girl and wait here while mommy goes and checks downstairs to see if someone's diapers came in, okay?" Cammi sniffled but nodded - the emotional crisis was averted, but it didn't shake the feelings of guilt she had at hurting her love accidentally. "I'd much rather," Jo continued, "change you directly into a real diaper instead of another one of these flimsy things." She poked Cammi's soggy padding, which got a giggle out of the Little. "Can Little Cammi be good and stay put?" Cammi nodded... but Jo knew it was a fib. She'd be looking for a hiding place the moment Jo walked out the door, it was almost a guarantee - hide-and-seek was almost a constant in their lives. And Cammi always got tickled until she begged for mercy when she was found. With a kiss to the forehead, Jo got dressed quickly in a pair of capris and a simple white blouse and headed down to the lobby. William was waiting with a wide smile as Joanna stepped out of the elevator. A few more people milled about, heading to fetch breakfast foods for those sharing their rooms. Jo made a mental note to fetch some bacon and juice as well... but quickly realized this was unlikely as William set a large box down on the counter. "Good morning, Ms. Fabron," he greeted her warmly, "How did your El-gee sleep?" "My what?" she asked, confused. "Your... your el-gee? Isn't that what they're called? Your little girl?" William looked a little panicked, he had read a lot about this "MD/lg" last night and Joanna Fabron and her partner Cammi certainly seemed to match what he had read. "Oh," Jo smiled warmly in return, her confusion banished, "We call her my Little. And she slept mostly well... there was an incident where she rolled out of the bed last night, she hasn't slept in a bed without railings in years." She chuckled a bit. "You mean," William leaned in, whispering, "a crib?" Normally he would not be so bold, but he had read a LOT and it opened his eyes to an entire world he hadn't known even existed... and after many quizzes and many stories, he found he wasn't as weirded out by it as he expected. He had actually started wondering if his own girlfriend would be interested in maybe... "Of course," Jo laughed, "where else would a Little sleep? Are these her diapers?" Ms. Fabron was speaking entirely too loudly for William's comfort, and he blushed. "Yes ma'am, and the other items you requested should be here tonight. It turns out Amazon actually carries the items you wanted!" "Excuse me?" Jo asked, obviously shocked. She looked around warily, one of the things she had been briefed on for the vacation was that she was NOT to reveal the existence of Amazons or their dimensional travel, to do so carried strict penalties. "The uh... the store? Amazon? The one with the world's fastest shipping? Um, I don't know if they have a different name in France... " he tapped on his keyboard and rotated his monitor to show her. It was just a store. She heaved a sigh of relief and laughed a nervous laugh. "No, of course - I'm sorry. It's called the same thing. I.. I didn't even think to check the Amazon here... " Jo picked up the box and smiled nervously. "Thank you, William. I hope you have a wonderful day." "You too, Ms. Fabron," he replied, completely puzzled by her reaction. The woman was always so confident, why did an online store make her nervous? It was his account that was ordering weird stuff, after all... He was going to be getting odd recommendations for weeks, he was sure. Jo laughed at her own panic as she stepped out of the elevator and re-entered her suite. She grinned - as expected, Cammi was nowhere to be seen - and dropped the box on the bed. She cut the tape quickly, and pulled out a package of diapers that wouldn't look out of place at all on store shelves back home. "Oh, looks like William did a good job," she said loudly to the empty room, "These diapers are pink and fluffy... let's see if they're thick enough. Oh look, William got you boosters to go with it." She tore open the package of diapers and pulled out exactly what she was hoping for, a thick, pink, fluffy diaper with happy animals on the front. She pulled out a booster from the plain white package and deliberately rustled the plastic of the diaper as she laid it open on the bed. She laid the booster down the center - that looked like it would hold Cammi for quite a while. "Oh, if only I had a Little to put this comfy looking pink diaper on!" She called, and sure enough... there was a giggle from the bathroom. With a grin, she tiptoed to the bathroom and slipped inside, closing the door and exposing the girl hiding behind it. "No!" Cammi squealed as Jo's fingers found her ticklish spots, and in just a few moments she was a giggling, squealing pile of girl on the floor. Normally at this point, Jo would scoop her up and carry her off... but they both knew that wasn't a possibility this time. With a little bit of sadness, Jo helped Cammi up off the floor and led her to the bed. She laid the girl down and removed her soggy, flimsy diaper and rolled it up, tossing it in the nearby garbage can. "Lift up," she smiled, hoping that her warmth would keep any fuss at bay at Jo for being unable to lift her by the ankles like she normally did. Cammi obliged and after a loving but much longer than average wipe-down and powdering (an Amazon-sized Little was a LOT more work!), she lovingly taped the pink plastic-covered diaper around her Little's loins. Cammi reached down and felt the soft covering and smiled widely. "Oh mommy," she cooed, "That is so, so, SO much better. These feel great!" "I'm glad," Jo smiled, "You should thank Mr. William - but remember he's really embarrassed if you say the word 'diaper'... so just thank him in general." "It's so silly to be embarrassed about it," Cammi giggled, "Littles need diapers - it's like being embarrassed about needing to eat." "Speaking of which," Jo grinned, grateful for the segue, "Let's go down and get some breakfast before the bacon's all gone." "Bacon!?" Cammi squealed, holding her hands up so Jo could help lift her. "Let's go!" "Not so fast," Jo smirked, grabbing the Little around the waist, "You can't run out there in just a diaper, you silly Little. Let's get you dressed." Cammi fussed as the woman fastened a bra around her, though she did admit that at least initially... it felt good. It wasn't a thing she had to worry about at home but she knew she'd be sick of the thing by the end of the day. Yet another reason she looked forward to going home. She raised her arms as Jo slipped the sleeveless tie-dyed magenta and yellow dress.. the flare of the skirt kept the diaper bulge from being too visible when she stood up and the hem was long enough that she wouldn't flash her diaper at anyone. It seemed so silly to hide it - she'd been wearing diapers happily for Jo for five years now... that's what they were celebrating! "Bacon now!" she whined, but couldn't keep it up... she burst with giggles as Jo slipped her new sandals on her feet. "Okay fussy-butt," Jo retorted, pulling Cammi's hair up into simple pigtails, "but you only get pigtails instead of your favorite curls because you're in such a hurry." "Aww," Cammi's tiny pout was genuine, "We don't have any ribbons here... " She loved to have bows in her hair... but between bows and bacon, she'd pick bacon - but only because she was hungry. Cammi hopped up and took Jo's hand in both of hers, pulling it to her chest. Her mommy's eyes were only slightly higher than her own as she clutched her hand. "Hey," she smiled, seeming much less like a Little all of a sudden, "I love you." She pulled Jo in close, slipping her hands around her mommy's waist and giving her a long kiss. She could feel Jo's heart racing, almost as fast as her own. When the kiss broke, Jo simply stared into her Little's big brown eyes for several long moments. "Bacon," Cammi whispered. "What?" Jo was perplexed, the word had barely registered, she was lost in her Little's impossibly large eyes.. she was seeing her girl in a new light from a new angle and it was mesmerizing. "Bacon!" Cammi giggled and bounced, slipping out of the embrace and pulling Jo's hand toward the door. "Bacon bacon bacon!" "Of course sweetie," Jo smiled, grabbing her purse and double-checking her room key. The Little continued to bounce and jitter as they rode the elevator down to the lobby, and Jo smirked at the realization that the size-change hadn't affected her energy level in the slightest. Calamity Cammi practically dragged her mommy out of the elevator, but stopped in the middle of the lobby when she realized she had no idea which way to go. Her face lit up again when she saw William. "Hi Mister William!" she called out, waving to the man at the desk as Jo regained her balance and dragged her in a different direction. "Thank you for the-" Jo cut her off before she could shout the word across the room and embarrass the poor boy, sitting her down in a chair near where the hotel was serving breakfast. She hoped Cammi wouldn't spot the waffle machine as she filled a small plate with bacon and hashbrowns and fresh fruit. She filled a plate for herself as well... normally the Little would get a much smaller portion, just a slice or two of bacon and half an orange was a meal back home, here she'd need to feed Cammi like an Amazon. "We'll go down to the beach as soon as you've finished breakfast," Jo smiled, laying the plates down on the table and trying to position her body between Cammi and the waffle iron. "It's so weird to eat tiny food," Cammi giggled as she crunched a piece of bacon, "Thank you for the food, mommy." To her, everything was miniature... a slice of bacon at home was nearly the size of her forearm and here they were bite-sized. "I didn't even think about it much yesterday but it's weird to think that you eat like this all the time... you have to eat so muuu... waffles!" Cammi bounced in her seat as she watched another guest flip the waffle iron over and flop a delicious, golden waffle out on their plate and cover it with syrup. "No," Jo said softly but firmly, "Unless you want to skip the aquarium - do you want to see the tropical fishes, or do you want to get all sticky eating waffles - because we both know you'll lose patience with a fork - and then have to go up and take a bath." "But waffles.... " Cammi pouted, crunching another piece of bacon. "Waffles will be there tomorrow, I'm sure and there will be lots of other good foods to eat. Everything is cloyingly sweet, it tastes like they even put sugar on the bacon, you should be on cloud nine." Cammi couldn't argue with that, the bacon was sweeter than what they usually had back home. Everything did seem just a bit sweeter - she could get used to that. "So we're going to the aquarium?" Cammi asked sweetly, "I hope they have a stingray. I wanna see a stingray... and a clownfish. And a jellyfish. Ooh! And a starfish. And some crabs, the little ones that change their shells." "We're not going anywhere until you've eaten your fruit, my dear," Jo smiled as Cammi launched into her list. The Little ate... as she listed off sea creature after sea creature.

Chapter Six: When Joanna met Camille Jo breathed a sigh of relief, sinking into the bed. Cammi was finally asleep - the Little had gotten herself worked up when they couldn't find anything close to Little Wonderland on television, and there had been no paci to soothe her. They had tried to feed her a bottle, but it was so small... it had only made her feel more upset. She had pulled Cammi into her lap, held her tightly and rocked her... and eventually the Little had closed her eyes. But now Jo's back hurt a bit, and she had to think about how she was going to avoid this problem tomorrow. She had laid Cammi down on a set of towels spread out on the blankets just in case the girl leaked, and slipped off the bed. Getting the Little into the light blue cotton PJs had been a struggle - she had wanted her footie PJs, but they just didn't have those at the store they had visited. The Little's thumb was in her sleeping mouth, and it was impossible to tell by looking at the sweet and innocent girl that she had been such a handful just ten minutes prior. After pondering for a long moment, she slipped out of the hotel room, triple-checking that she had the room key, and went down to the lobby. Cammi was a heavy sleeper and Jo didn't plan on being gone long. She needed a glass of wine and one other thing... She was pleasantly surprised that William was still working the desk - this marked a pretty long shift for him. What she didn't know is that William had volunteered to work over at his regular rate... on the off chance that Ms. Fabron needed anything. He lit up when he saw her step out of the elevator. "William, wonderful," she smiled approaching the counter, "I'm glad you're here." "Happy to be of service, ma'am," he smiled, "What can I do for you?" "I have had a really rough evening, I need a glass of port and a favor." "I'm sure I can help with both," his warm smile was genuine - he liked this odd lady as well as liking the tips, "What's the favor?" "Cammi needs a pacifier, and a bottle in her size," she answered. William did not understand how this woman could make these requests so unabashedly, without shame or embarrassment of any kind. "She's really looking forward to the diapers, thank you again." William actually blushed at this. "I can certainly look, ma'am - from what I saw when ordering her... y'know... it's quite possible to get the other items you want quickly. I'm afraid I don't have any of your money left, however." "That's not a problem," Jo smiled, fishing three more of the bills out of the currency - she gave a small frown when she realized they were a little over halfway through the currency in just a day... but she was hoping that the majority of the expenses had been taken care of at this point, she doubted she would have to buy Cammi another week's worth of clothing. She handed them over to William, who smiled. "Now let's get you that glass of port, ma'am. Would you like it sent to your room? I assume you want your other items as soon as humanly possible?" Humanly, she snickered to herself, more like as soon as Little-ly possible. "Yes, William. Yes to both - but please knock softly, Cammi was impossible to get to sleep and I do not want to wake her." "Yes ma'am," William stared openly at this - were they lovers, or was the other girl actually her daughter? The situation seemed stranger by the minute. Feeling much better, Jo headed back up to the suite, and deposited herself in the sitting area near the door. Cammi hadn't moved, which was good, she didn't think she could take another fit from the girl right now. William arrived shortly thereafter with her glass of wine and once it was in hand, she sat at the foot of the bed and watched her Little sleep as she sipped it. She thought back to the days that Camille Caron had been an Independent Little, how obvious it had been to her that 'Camille' was hiding 'Cammi' inside, all the little tells... or the Little tells, as it were. Camille hated coffee, Camille tried to sneak ponies or unicorns into many of her paintings, Camille couldn't stand staying up late... but what had really revealed it all was the evening she had found Camille crying in her office lobby. They hadn't known each other terribly long, Joanna had helped get her the gig to paint one of her murals in the office, something soothing and peaceful - abstract patterns with a light color palette that would make any visiting Littles feel at ease. Jo had been working late, and was the only one in the office - and had agreed to lock up when she was done. She had looked for the source of the sound, and found Camille huddled behind one of the chairs in the sitting area, sobbing her heart out. Joanna had coaxed the Little into her lap, to learn that she had just been through a nasty breakup - her boyfriend Frederick had found someone else and while he had let Camille down gently, it didn't mean it didn't hurt. Joanna had listened to Camille's side of the story, just rocking her slightly and.. well, listening. That's all Camille needed, someone to hear her pain, to hear how much it hurt, to hear how much she had loved Frederick and how she thought he was the one, how she had plans and dreams of them together and how much it hurt that those would never come to be. Joanna offered no advice, no solutions, and no pity - she offered a comfortable lap and a friendly ear. She wrapped her arms around Camille and rocked her gently, not trying to shush her or end her tears or fix anything, really - she held her so she felt safe, safe to feel her feelings. The next night, Camille had asked Joanna if she wanted to get coffee... well, a chai latte for the Little, who didn't drink coffee of any kind. And then the next night, and then the next. And before they knew it, they were fast friends, going to parks together on the weekends, sharing meals, watching movies. They had caught a screening of "Your Sister's Little Friend" which had been a romantic comedy about a man who lost his brother and ended up falling apart - his best friend had offered up her family cabin on an island so he could rest and recover... but her sister had also done the same with an Independent Little woman who was going through a terrible breakup. The film was funny and touching, but it portrayed a lot of really raw emotion, and by the end of it, Jack had adopted Hannah - it always happened in a whirlwind in the movies - and Hannah was much happier in that role than she had ever been in any adult relationship, and Jack found himself emotionally fulfilled as a Daddy in a way he had never thought possible. The film had really hit home for Camille, who identified heavily with the Little character Hannah... and that evening their coffee conversation turned to joking probes from both women as to the thoughts of the other on Amazon/Little relationships... they had been "seeing each other" for months, Camille had been staying over regularly, and their silences were as comfortable as their conversations were joyous. A month or two later, one night at dinner, Joanna had presented Camille dinner on a plate... with Little silverware, rubber-gripped spoons that fit her hands in a way that normal utensils hadn't. After that, they added a bib, and a sippy cup, and Jo started buying her cute clothes. Camille had been reluctant at first, and Jo remembered how terrified she had been when she had tied the bib around Cammi's neck for the first time. It had been a moment of truth, the first step into "babyhood" - if Cammi had bolted, Jo wasn't sure her heart could take it. But she hadn't, and it was a gradual but wonderful slide from there into the relationship they both desperately loved now. Jo cared more deeply for Cammi than she ever thought possible. And watching mature, funny Camille slowly transform into the adorable, sweet, cute, and wonderful Cammi had been some of the best moments of Jo's entire life. She thought back to the night that she first diapered Cammi - they had been watching a LOT of romcoms at that point in their relationship, and the first diapering scene was always intense... and it had been in real life. Jo's hands were trembling as she pulled that first diaper up between her Little's legs, fastening those first tapes, seeing that first waddle. It had been Cammi's idea, Jo had been too afraid to ask - they started with a thinner one, something Cammi could wear and go unnoticed while she tried on the next step in her new role... but they found out within just a couple of more months that she really, really liked the thicker ones. And after that, it was done. She was a Little and no longer so Independent. Jo finished her wine as she remembered that first wet diaper, how vulnerable Cammi had felt, and how loved Jo had felt. She never wanted to let this Little go. Ever. With a smile that just would not fade from her lips, she changed into her nightclothes and left her empty wine glass on a table, laid down next to Cammi, turned out the light, and fell fast asleep. * * * Jo awoke with a start after a loud THUMP followed by a long cry. In a panic, she flipped on the light - and found that Cammi had rolled out of the bed and landed hard on the floor, the girl had been dead asleep until she hit. Rushing around the bed, she helped her Little up and cuddled her close, whispering soothing words and kissing her forehead. "Shh, baby - it's okay," she promised. "Everything's okay. You're fine, everything's fine." "Everything's not fine," Cammi cried, "I miss my crib! I never fell out of my crib.. and I leaked!" Sure enough, the girl was right. With an inward sigh she would never share with Cammi, she squeezed her precious Little and stripped her wet pajama bottoms and quickly got her into a new diaper, she hoped with all her heart William would have the new ones in the morning. She changed the towels she had laid out - thankfully they had caught everything, the bed was bone dry. Cammi would just have to sleep the rest of the night with no PJ bottoms. Jo climbed back into bed and pulled the girl into her lap and hummed a wordless tune, gently rocking Cammi in her arms in a way she had done countless times. Cammi calmed and wrapped her huge arms around Jo, who had to lay down with her to make the position more comfortable. Being face-to-face with her Amazon-sized Little felt strange but watching Cammi's eyes droop as sleep took her was something she would always enjoy, no matter what. Her Little, her precious Little, the light of her life. Jo never wanted to let her go. * * * Cammi was the first to wake in the morning, which was usually true, and she was very, very glad to find out she hadn't leaked again. She vaguely remembered falling out of the bed the night before and how comforting Jo had been.. and now she woke up to find herself face-to-face, nose-to-nose with her sleeping Amazon. Jo, commanding, powerful Jo - she looked so peaceful this way. So calm. And... vulnerable? Jo had a sweetness to her face that Cammi hadn't really noticed before. And for the first time in the almost seven years they had known each other, Cammi saw the appeal in caring for someone in the way that Jo cared for her. She touched the tip of her nose to the tip of Jo's and just... felt the Amazon woman breathe. Slowly, rhythmically. Normally at this point in the day, Cammi would do stretches in her crib before sitting down to read a book, there was a little shelf attached to the footboard of the crib that held a few books she was interested in at the time, and she and Jo would rotate them as she finished books or as new books she had been waiting for excitedly came in. But this morning there was no shelf, no books, no crib... but there was Jo. Sweet, kind, wonderful Joanna. Cammi felt a slow smile creep across her face as she slipped into the same memories that Jo herself had been treasuring the night before... the first night they met, how Jo had comforted her. That first romcom that started such a trend of watching Amazon/Little relationships bloom. The late evening chais, Jo's omnipresent smile. But Cammi treasured other memories as well. She remembered how ridiculously intimidating Joanna Fabron had been before that first night the Amazon woman comforted her. She remembered the clack of the larger woman's heels on the tiles of the sitting area as she moved a ladder around, catching a long glance of how the confident, powerful woman moved. Joanna Fabron could have been the goddess of confidence in Camille's opinion. A woman who had no doubts, who knew exactly what she wanted at all time, and knew exactly what to do to get it. Cammi knew that wasn't entirely true, she had seen Jo in her moments of doubt and had been there to comfort her friend - she remembered one particular night where she had stood behind Jo in her bed and rubbed the tension out of the Amazon's back and shoulders. Jo had been making what she considered a risky move at work - 'no risk, no reward' as she said - but she had felt incredibly stressed and nervous about it... when no one but Cammi was looking. A Little giving an Amazon a massage took forever... but she had wanted to do it, wanted Jo to feel comforted as Jo had made her feel so many times herself. Cammi felt her heart swell with love for this kind woman all over again. And when Jo's eyes fluttered open and that light of recognition sparked in them, that look that said 'I am so happy to see you', Cammi couldn't control herself. She leaned in those final centimeters, and kissed the woman she loved.

Diapers are sexual for me and I always get turned on when I see a picture of men wearing diapers. I'm not gay but it's just the diapers that get me excited.

Ok, I couldn't tease you guys like that...! Here's a little bit for you. --------------------- Tuesday morning was rainy and cool when I left to meet Cherie at Starbucks, just before ten. I was halfway out the door when I suddenly realized I'd forgotten to put on a diaper as she had instructed me to do-- I was so focussed on just seeing her again! I quickly went back inside and put on one of my own XPlus's-- I didn't want to use the one she'd left me, with her unexpected little note written on it; I was keeping that one as a souvenir! After pulling on the soft polka-dot plastic pants she'd left me, I pulled on my jeans, dashed out the door again, and hauled ass down the road. I pulled into the parking lot half expecting to see her already waiting there, but I didn't see her anywhere. She wouldn't be standing around outside in the rain anyway. I jogged to the entrance and entered the store, the rich aroma of fresh-ground java filling the air, and quickly scanned the tables. The place was half-empty-- a few college-age students bent over laptops, a couple business people reading the newspaper, a pair of housewives with a stroller by their table. But no Cherie; apparently, she hadn't arrived yet. I went to the counter and ordered up a vanilla Frappuccino, bought a paper from the counterside box, and took a table by the front windows to wait. Overhead, cool South African jazz drifted down from the ceiling. The day before, the results of my stress test had all came back ok; I hadn't been having a heart attack. In fact, nobody could find any reason for the mysterious pain I'd had in my arm Friday night. But in any event, my doctor told me to stay home from work for the rest of the week, and check back with him towards the coming weekend. This wasn't a problem; I'd just paid all my monthly bills, and still had a bit of lawn left in the bank... so a few days off would be nice. Especially with this sudden development with Cherie. Man... I still couldn't wrap my head completely around what had happened! It was impossible to remember that all of it had happened in a hospital. The utter perfection of the experience, far beyond any of my wildest imaginings, could have taken place in a secretive AB/DL fantasy room somewhere. And the woman who'd delivered this experience to me... Cherie-- raven-haired, achingly gorgeous Cherie-- was a woman that a guy could only dream to have by his side! Looking out at the rainy parking lot, my mind could still see her in the darkness of the hospital room... her dark eyes shining, full red lips whispering gently to me, the curves of her body under her snug nurse's uniform. And here I was, waiting to meet her for the first real time. That I was actually going to see her again-- and that she wanted to see me-- was more than I could have ever hoped for. Never before had I so looked forward to meeting a woman! This was high school, all over again-- I was expectant, anxious, and giddy all at once. I couldn't read my paper, kept looking out the window for her-- and if I actually drank this sugary high-test coffee, my head would probably explode. But of course, it was more than just knowing I was meeting a beautiful woman that made this such a unique occasion. The reason why she wanted to see me again, and I wanting to meet her... the common, secret bond we'd discovered in each other, over the weekend: That took my expectation to a whole, unmeasureable level. It was gigantic, crazy; there was no way to work with it. I tried to relax, ignore the amazing circumstances of this meeting, and just try to treat it as it was, on the most basic level: I'd met a woman I liked, and we were meeting for coffee. That was the mindset I was trying to get to-- casual, calm, adult, not a nervous high-school kid-- when Cherie walked into the store. I saw her, and my casual calm teetered over the abyss. Oh. My. God. In the hospital, dressed in her nurse's uniform, she'd been a vision of cool, distanced beauty; clearly hot, unquestionably desireable... but with a reminder of professional unapproachability as well. But now... Cherie strolled in, and glanced around the store. Saw me, and smiled with a little wave; I returned the smile and wave, gazing at her. She was wearing a soft black short leather jacket, shining lightly with raindrops; a small fringed-suede purse hung from her shoulder. Beneath, she wore a light blue silk blouse, partially unbuttoned; her jeans were a pair of faded old and tight 505's, hugging the lovely curves of her hips. On her feet were a pair of black low heels-- not full-on stillettos, but just high enough to be comfortable and lift the shape of her long legs nicely. She saw me looking at her, and winked; her eyes were even more dark and gorgeous than I'd remembered. She'd done her lips with a dark, smouldering red, and her long dark hair was now pulled back in a thick flowing ponytail with a banana clip, spilling over the shoulder of her leather in a lovely, luxuriant cascade. I fought to remain cool. It was difficult. Oh my God, look at her, my brain gasped. She's so fucking gorgeous...! ...And she's come here to see YOU! I lounged casually at the table, trying not to show the chaotic overjoyed expectancy crashing around in my mind. Casually sipped my coffee. She turned to the barista, placing her order. I casually enjoyed the view... noticing the hinted lines of her bikini panties dimpling faintly through her tight faded jeans. Ok, Mark.. just breathe. Jesus. Cherie paid for her coffee, and I watched her stroll over to me. Her eyes were focussed on me-- that sweet, mischievious little smile on her lips... and as I rose to greet her, I briefly saw the two businessmen watching her, avidly-- their eyes obviously relishing the smooth sensual sway of her ass as she strolled past. Uh-huh... yeah, guys. Pretty hot, isn't she. I looked back at her, and unhesitantly took her into my arms. "You made it," I whispered into her ear. She held me tight. "Yes," she said. Then she stood back, her arms still around my waist. "I was nervous, but... I wanted to see you again." My heart did a flying triple Salchow, sudden and warm in my chest. Then her scent drifted into my nostrils; the sweet, maddening tickle of baby powder. Her eyes looked up at me, dark and soft. "I'm so glad you're here, Cherie," I said, and stood back, giving her a once-over for her benefit. "God, you look great. Come on... sit." I pulled out a chair for her. "Thanks," she said softly. She slipped out of her leather and hung it on the back of the chair, and sat opposite me. "How long have you been waiting?" she asked. I shook my head. "Not long... just about ten minutes." "Sorry I'm late," she said. "I overslept." I shook my head again. "You're not late... it's just ten now," I glanced at my cell. "And besides... you probably needed the extra sleep," I looked at her. "You worked a hell of a lot of hours, this weekend." She nodded. "Yeah I did," she agreed... and then smiled. "But I had a really nice patient on my floor, so that made it easier." She took a sip of her coffee, looking at me over the rim of the cup. I chuckled. "I had a really nice nurse, too." "Well, it's nice how those kind of things work out sometimes," she grinned. "Yes... well, I hope so," I looked back at her. She paused, and then her eyes registered the meaning. She smiled and looked down at her coffee cup for a moment. Then, in a low voice, she asked: "Are you wearing what I left you...?" "Yes. Well, no," I replied. She looked puzzledly amused. "Yes well no?" she repeated. "Well, which is it?" I looked around at the surrounding tables. One of the college kids was only two tables away, and could probably overhear us despite the bustle of the store and the overhead music. I got up and scooted my chair over to beside Cherie, and sat down beside her. She smiled, and turned towards me. I leaned in and whispered, "I'm wearing the plastic pants, but one of my own diapers... I want to save the one you left me." Her hand touched the back of my neck, holding me close. "Awww," she replied softly. "Isn't that sweet." Still holding me close, her hand slid down my back and I felt her peek a finger under my untucked t-shirt and into the back of my jeans. The way I was bent towards her, my back hidden from anybody's sight, she could easily feel the top of the soft plastic pants just underneath my belt. "Good boy!" she cooed quietly, quickly readjusting my t-shirt again. "You did what Mommy told you to do... what a good boy you are." She wrapped her arms around me, and gently kissed my cheek. In her embrace, my head spinning with gratitude and happiness, I saw one of the businessmen a few tables behind her looking over at us. No, looking at me-- getting to hold this stunningly beautiful woman. A distinct look of envious longing was on his face. I grinned and took Cherie's face in my hand, looking into her magnificent brown eyes for a moment. Then I slowly leaned in to kiss her... and to my surprise she welcomed me in, with her hand at the back of my head. Her lips were soft and warm, her breath sweet and tasting of coffee. I felt her hand caressing my chest for a moment, and then she slowly backed away. "Mmmm," she purred, her eyes fine and feline, eyeing me. Mr Businessman brusquely shook his newspaper and turned the page, now trying to ignore what must have been a quite-frustrating scene for him. Cherie was aware of none of that. "So," she leaned back. "How did your tests come out...?" I sat back and nodded. "Fine, Cherie," I replied. "Stress test was good, everything was great." I then gave her a summary of the results; being an informed advocate of my own health, I'd always pushed for information from my doctors and was now able to give Cherie information she could use. She nodded approvingly and asked questions of her own, which I answered as best as I could. The final outcome was, as I've said, that nobody could diagnose what my Friday-night symptoms were; but Cherie was relieved that the episode, whatever it had been, hadn't been anything apprently serious or threatening. "Well, that's good to hear, hon," she said, and touched the side of my face. "You have a follow-up with your cardiologist?" "Friday," I assured her. "And he told me to take the rest of the week off, too." "Really," she said. "How's your boss feel about that...?" I nodded again. "My boss is great," I replied. "It's summer-- slow season. He said take all the time I need." Cherie grinned, appreciatively. "Wow, that's great, Mark." She eyed me for a moment, and then her grin curled into that soft, foxy smile. "I'm on vacation this week too," she told me. I heard this, and for a moment it didn't register; I thought she'd said I'm going away on vacation this week, or something. Joining her ex with the kids on the camping trip. But... no; it dawned on me she hadn't said that at all. And the look on her face certainly didn't say that, either. "...You... are?" I managed. She looked at my surprised expression and laughed, lightly. "Yes," she nodded. "Till next Tuesday... all this week. God am I ready for it, too," she added. "But... are you going anywhere?" I asked. Cherie looked at me and smiled. "No," she told me. "Are you kidding me? The kids are gone! Got the house to myself, for a whole week." She laughed softly again. "I love 'em... but damn, that's a vacation just in itself." I was still trying to deal with this new development. Suddenly the range of possibilities had expanded into wide untold vistas, uncharted and full of promise. I had the rest of the week off... and Cherie was going to be home, alone, till next Tuesday. It was as if the fantastic events of the past weekend had kicked off a cascade of ensuing circumstances, each one manifesting more perfectly, in a landslide of happy serendipity. It was crazy! Just like Saturday night in the hospital, when all this had begun-- I was still surfing that avalanche down the hill, trying to get a handle on the rapidly-unfolding events... and trying not to fall down. I looked at Cherie... still amazed to be in the company of such an utterly beautiful woman, and ecstatic with the secret knowledge we both shared about each other. It was a towering, sublime moment. "Cherie..." I started. "Of course you can come over, Mark," she told me softly. She placed her hand on mine. "In fact, I fully expect you to," she added. I couldn't speak for a moment; my throat was closed. "I... I'd love to," I finally managed. "Well, good," she stated, the matter settled. "I might need a hand around the house anyway, with some things," she smiled. I shrugged. "Um, sure," I said, kind of idiotically. She laughed lightly, and looked at me. "Mommy needs to keep an eye on her baby," she said softly. "Make sure he doesn't land up in the hospital again... hmm?" she arched an eyebrow. I shook my head, and grinned sheepishly. "No... wouldn't want that again. Not this week, anyway," I added. "That's right," Cherie agreed. "Or anytime. So I'm going to keep an eye on you, and make sure you're staying out of trouble." I grinned. "Oh... I don't think I want to get in trouble with you, Mommy." She eyed me, and said, "Oh... so you remember what I told you, right...?" I nodded. She patted my hand and smiled. "Well, aren't you a good boy," she said in a low, satiny voice. "Yes, well, I think you'll be just fine... if you remember that." "I'll try, Mommy," I assured her, quietly. She took my in her arms again, and I hugged her. "I know you will, honey," she purred in my ear. "And I'll try to be a good Mommy for you, too... ok?" I gently ran my fingers through her long, flowing ponytail. "I couldn't ask for a better Mommy," I whispered back. "You have no idea how happy I am." "Shhh," she patted my head. "I know... Mommy's happy, too. It's going to be fine." She held me for a little while longer, and said, "I'm going to make my little boy as happy as I can." "I'm already beyond happy," I told her. She laughed softly. "Yes, I can tell... and I'm glad," she replied. "But if you're a good little boy for me, and do what Mommy tells you... Mommy will want to make you even happier." She leaned back from the embrace, and caught my eye with her smile. "...Ok?" Her baby powder was a sweet storm in my nostrils. I gazed at her, almost light-headed with disbelief and joy and gratitude. It was just too fucking good to be true. I couldn't believe how this was happening. "Yes, Mommy," I almost peeped. "I'll try to be extra good for you, then." She laughed softly again, and let me go. "That's my darling," she playfully ruffled my hair. "That's what Mommy wants to hear. I know you'll be fine." Oh my God... "So..." Cherie asked, coyly; "what are you doing for the rest of the day...?" I looked at her, and grinned. "Nothing," I replied. "Well... I had a two o'clock with the Queen, but I can blow her off, no problem." She giggled. "Awwww... you sure?" she said. "That's not very nice." "Yeah, oh well," I shrugged. "She'll get over it." "You're a bad boy," Cherie said. "Yep-- sure am," I agreed with a grin. Then I realized-- "Well... except for when I'm with you," I added. Cherie eyed me with amusement. "Uh-huh. Nice save," she replied. I grinned, sheepishly again. "Well, you know... just saying." "Yeah," she said, knowingly. "Well, listen... I've got some errands to run before I head back to the house. Care to tag along...?" And here we go, I realized. "Sure... love to," I smiled. She pointed to my coffee. "Ok... but finish that, first." I looked at it; it wasn't even half gone. "Finish it...?" I repeated. "Yes," she told me; "I don't want in in my car. So finish it, and then we can go." I looked questioningly at her. Well, that's kinda weird, I thought. "Well--" I started. "Come on, bottoms up," she said, nudging the cup at me. "Don't worry, I"m not gonna spill it in your car--" I assured her. "Mark, listen," Cherie suddenly told me; "Mommy told you to finish your drink." I looked at her, in surprise. In that moment, Cherie's warm, soft voice was laced with firm, non-negotiable authority. I suddenly realized that she wasn't kidding around, at all. Not only were we not leaving until I finished my coffee, but I was supposed to down it, the whole thing-- right here and now. "Come on, honey, we've got to go," Cherie told me, her voice even and tempered, but edged with impatience. Her eyes were cool and appraising, watching me. "...Do what Mommy tells you...?" I considered this sudden shift in the circumstances-- as sudden as driving from a bright sunny day into a darkened tunnel-- for just a moment longer, and then picked up the coffee. Hey, well, whatever... let's play this game, see where it goes. I downed the cup straight down in a few seconds, and placed it on the table, looking at her curiously. Cherie's smile returned just as full and warm as ever; "Good boy!" she whispered in a low, indulgent voice, her dark eyes gazing at me with pleasure and humor. "Ok, we can go now," she got up. I got up and retrieved her jacket from the back of her chair, slipping it onto her; the leather was soft, buttery and fragrant. "Thanks, hon," she said, tossing her long flowing ponytail down her back. She took my hand. "Let's go, hon," she said, and then smiled and leaned close. "I want to get you home soon," she whispered, her sweet breath tickling my ear. "You're going to need a change when that coffee works through you, hon." And she playfully patted my butt. "Come on, baby..." As we walked hand-in-hand past the tables towards the door, I glanced over at the businessman again. He caught my eye, and after a moment tipped me a little wink. I grinned and returned it, with a little nod. Outside, it had quit raining, and the midday sun was breaking through gilt-edged clouds as we walked to her car... to be continued...