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13 - Birthday Surprises The big day officially started when Emily could feel her shoulder being gently shaken by a hand, coupled with an encouraging, quiet voice. “Come on, honey...It’s time to get up!” “What time is it?” She wasn’t really aware of what was happening, but all she had to cling on to was Joyce’s voice. “Early enough so that we can have lots of fun! Don’t you want to spend the day with me?” Groaning, Emily stirred as she finally opened her eyes, as Joyce’s hair dangled over her from above, paired with the face that filled Emily with such positivity whenever she saw it. “I do, but can I please have five more minutes?” When she moved, a sudden mass between her legs became unpleasantly loud, as well as squishy. Dreading the ability to remember the past, she recalled what she’d done at some point in between sleeping; waking up long enough to wet herself and then go back to sleep. She wanted to justify it as her just being tired, but it was even less of an excuse compared to last time when she was sick. Thankfully the only other person who’d know about it praised and even encouraged her for it. Still, maybe milkshakes weren’t the best idea… A sudden shock hit Emily when a hand pressed against the front of her pastel bottoms, certainly fishing for what was underneath the fleece clothing; for something much more plastic and wet. Emily could only lock eyes with Joyce as her hand inspected the damage, only one of the two smiling at the act, and the other blushing furiously. “I take it you had a nice sleep?” Joyce quickly assaulted her with a peck on the cheek, finally pulling her hand away from the material covering the wet diaper. “Can I have some coffee?” Although embarrassed, still in a dazed state, Emily briefly forgot her current role when asking for such an “adult” drink. Though, she quickly realized her mistake right after, but was too lazy to correct herself. Not only did she want to shift the topic, but if she was going to get up she could really use a booster. The kind of coffee Joyce would give her was probably that milk drink. “I’m sure we can figure something out for breakfast...” The obvious hints of mischief danced throughout her voice, and even Emily was smart enough to pick up on that. Joyce was all smiles, like always, but there seemed to be some sort of...fire behind her usual passion? As if she were twice as excited than usual? Maybe as things were moving along she was just all the more happy? “Can I...can I be changed first, though?” Sheepishly Emily muttered her request, as she got off the bed and stood next to Joyce, dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater. Like last night the maturity dynamic was at play and making great strides, including the height and age difference which contributed to an amazing package altogether. The added weight to Emily’s underwear was suddenly feeling like another large contributor as well. “Of course you can!” Joyce spoke almost as if she were expecting the request, and easily slipped her thumbs in the waistband of Emily’s pajama bottoms, giving them a slight upwards tug. For the briefest moment, the stretched material slightly emphasized the curve of her underwear, and it had the sleepy Emily back to her bashful self. “But, I don’t really think is the place to be changing your diapers...” Joyce spoke in an almost disapproving tone, giving the rest of the room a few exaggerated glances. “Wh..what?” Awkwardly, Emily countered her statement with genuine confusion. “But...you always change me here?” The topic of diapers wasn’t high on Emily’s comfortability list, but facts were facts, and Joyce was really throwing her for a loop. “Maybe,” Joyce looked as if she were recalling a distant thought; not one that happened just last night. “But how am I supposed to change you here? Where are all your changing supplies?” “R...right there…?” What was she getting at? Joyce’s words felt completely foreign to Emily, as she pointed towards the dresser where the supplies likely were. Funnily enough, only Joyce was the one to go snooping in the “baby” drawers. She’d never been told not to, but Emily still felt it was unspoken her access to them was restricted or discouraged. Joyce, following Emily’s finger, looked at her as if it was Joyce’s turn to be confused, even though deep down she really wasn’t. For the sake of appearances though she maintained the act on the surface. “What do you mean, sweetie? That’s where we keep all your big girl clothes.” “Look at what I’m wearing, though!” Alluding to her pajamas and not the diaper, Emily looked down at herself and her attire. “Didn’t you get these from the dresser last night?” She walked over to the drawers she’d never personally touched and opened them up. Yet the inside of them was a sight she didn’t expect to see. Nothing. The drawer was empty, and all that stared back at her was the wooden bottom of it. “What…?” Emily voiced her confusion as it trailed off, and she looked back to Joyce who was donned with a secretive smile; amused with her little girl’s puzzled expression. “Where did all the stuff go?” “What stuff?” Joyce continued to play dumb. “You know! All the….baby stuff…” Emily’s voice came out quietly. “Oh! Now I get what you’re saying!” Joyce, as if something obvious was made clear to her pretended to remember a fabricated event. “Emmy,” Joyce started to chuckle. “Don’t you remember when I said this room was only temporary?” Temporary? What did she mean? “Temp…? What do you mean? You never said that.” And even if she did, where else did she expect her to sleep? Was this part of the game? Wait, she couldn’t be suggesting that she sleep with her, did she? Emily didn’t know how to feel about that… Closing the distance, Joyce pulled Emily in for a hug, kissing the top of her head. “It’s okay if you forgot,” Though, there wasn’t anything to forget. “All I want is for you to be happy. Now come on, don’t you want your diaper changed?” The embrace was nice, but it did no more to answer Emily’s questions. Still shrouded in obscurity, Emily accepted the strange request pertaining to her underwear, and complied with the equally as strange suggestion to leave the room. Where else was there to go? Walking out the door, Emily instinctively turned towards the living room, but was suddenly stopped by a pair of hands on her shoulders. “Other way…!” The excitement was impossible for Joyce to contain, as they drew closer and closer to the big reveal. Emily’s sense of loss and confusion was too adorable and wonderful to not revel in. It wasn’t the uncertainty itself that had Joyce on the edge of her seat, but for what it would transform into once things were set into motion. The countless days they’d spent together and the effort that was involved in them would finally be realized in just a few more feet. The masterful plan had been clear as day to Joyce for quite some time, and only until it had reached its climax would it be made known to Emily, and that was exactly what this moment was. It was the beginning of something beautiful, and something Joyce was fairly certain Emily would enjoy too. Admittedly interested now too, Emily staring at Joyce with her own smile for a few moments looked past her and down the other, much shorter end of the hallway. There wasn’t anything special, though. All that was there was were the three doors Emily had always known. One was Joyce’s room, the other was her office, and the other…? Well, the other Emily had known to be a storage room. So...so why did she suddenly start to feel so wonderfully apprehensive when looking at it now? Added more to the effect, her heart suddenly thumped heavily when she noticed the bright, red bow tied to the knob. Wordlessly, Emily stared back at Joyce as if she were waiting for confirmation. “Well? Aren’t you going to open it?” In all the time they’d spent together, Joyce had continuously showered Emily in gifts and surprises, but never did Emily feel such suspense when staring at a plain door. The simplicity in the covering which shrouded something much more mysterious was what screamed the most to her, and she almost wanted to turn away from the door and run; afraid she might not be able to handle the might of what Joyce had in store for her...But, so much of her wanted to see what was behind that door, and she did want to be changed… Taking a deep breath, Emily edged closer and closer to the knob, trying to be mindful of the red decoration wrapped around it, and with a firm grasp gave it a slight twist, rotating smoothly in response. All that was left was for Emily to give the door a push, and the room’s contents would be revealed. Once more, Emily looked back at Joyce who seemed even more eager than Emily was. Whose gift was it really? “Are you really going to drag this out so much?” Joyce jokingly, somewhat broke the atmosphere as she readied herself to practically push the girl into the room. Slowly, Emily’s push formed a gap between the door and the frame, as her eyes started to adjust to the revealing scene, and Joyce slightly bit her lower lip, watching from behind. The lights were already turned on, and in almost a dramatic fashion Emily looked away for just a second to rub the lingers of agitated sleep out of them, but when they came to, and the door was fully open, what Emily had seen completely betrayed her expectations, largely because the limits she figured Joyce would go to were far lower than their actual level; the current display suggesting otherwise. She couldn’t find the words as an indescribable sight was showcased to her. In soft, calming colors, plush, white carpeting, and many furniture items tailored for her exact size, staring back at the two was a fully stocked nursery. “It’s a...” Coherent thought had completely abandoned the smaller girl as she walked inside, and her feet touched the new flooring and the thick fibers just slipped in between her toes. The first thing she could see in all its splendor was unmistakably a crib, only for an infant of a much larger size...It was propped on the traditional four legs, and the two broader sides were barred, but it wasn’t as high off the ground. Inside of it was a thick mattress dressed in bedding and a few stuffed animals had already made themselves comfortable by the pillow. Next to it was a counter, just about the height of her usual bed but a tad bit taller, and a plastic-covered cushion ran across it. The cushion from a distance had all sorts of caricatures on it, and even some that looked familiar...From Emily’s angle, she could also see the counter’s interior was hollowed, and in it were an array of unknown bottles in varying size, an obvious package of wipes, and a cloth-draped wicker basket of thick-looking padding; diapers. But they weren’t usual ones...Or at least, not the ones Emily knew. They were much more decorated… Beside the changing table was a tall white bin, and even in Emily’s state of disbelief could she likely guess what it was for… Emily could also see another door, as her heart started to race faster, seeing each and every infantile item and addition to the room. It was what she could only guess to be a closet door, otherwise her heart wouldn’t be able to handle much more. Next to it was a full-length mirror against the wall, lined in a flowery trim that eased itself into the theme of the easygoing kid’s room. “I...Is this all for...” Again, as her mind raced a mile a minute she could only murmur and look back at Joyce, who was enveloped in complete, total secondhand ecstasy from Emily’s reactions. Finding her question falling short, Emily looked back to the rest of the room, finally remembering the concept of color, and noticed how all the wooden furniture was a dark, brown, maple wood, and the walls were cream-colored which when paired with the carpet and everything else painted a wonderful combination. A few simple paintings of landscapes were hung around the room, which although a strange addition, didn’t feel totally unwelcome...And although an argument to the closet theory, there was also a wooden dresser by the door in the corner. Turning around one last time, before she stared at Joyce, what stared back at her first were two, black spheres sewn into the massive giant of fluff contained by artificial fur sitting in the corner of the room. Lazily on its bottom, with arms by its sides and legs spread in opposite directions, a giant bear made itself comfy and was as quiet as a mouse. It was almost as big as Emily! Or maybe it was as big? Taken aback by the large stuffie, she almost didn’t notice the toy chest which was conveniently labeled so beside it. There were much finer details to the room as well, but to put so much stock in each and every one of them would have kept Emily and Joyce there all day. Emily, trying to ease her slightly heightened breathing, looked at Joyce who was almost on the verge of tears from induced happiness. “It’s a...nursery?” There was little expression in Emily’s voice, as she was still ridden with shock, as the moment in itself was not only surreal, but even if the room itself was tangible Emily still could not fully grasp it. “Yes!” Joyce’s voice erupted with joy, as she rushed in to give Emily an even bigger hug. “And it’s your nursery. Everything in here is meant for you!” Weakly, Emily returned the hug. She almost felt like when she did during that fever dream; responses lagging and emotions the same. But the one thing that resonated so strongly within her was the idea of ownership. Her nursery. It was hers. Everything in this room, dedicated to caring for someone who needed to be cared for, and waited on hand and foot for the most basic things. A crib to protect her from falling out while she slept, a changing table to dedicate the craft of keeping her pants dry, colors and pictures meant to reinforce happy feelings, and toys inducted with the sole task of keeping their user bubbly and entertained. “H..how long have you been working on this?” “A little bit, honestly...” Joyce’s enthusiasm simmered for a small bit to remember her countless efforts and long nights. “But it was all worth it, just to put a smile on your face, and to bring us closer together.” A small sniffle could only escape Emily as all the random pieces from their time together started to fall into place. The days when Joyce might be an hour later than usual, or yesterday when they spent especially long outside the house, keeping this door locked, and even going to visit Amy? “But...but why?” With a faint sense of confusion, Emily looked at Joyce with a face that suddenly broke Joyce’s sense of bliss. “Why all of this for...me?” As soon as she popped the question, an odd sensation swept over Emily. A wet sensation, and it felt as if it were rolling down her cheeks. Pressing a hand to where the feeling was coming from, she pulled it away to see a clear liquid on her finger. Tears. They were tears. And they didn’t stop coming, as an unknown part of Emily burst from within and took control of her vision; blurring from the oncoming stream. Awkwardly, Emily gave a brief chuckle as she continued to stare at Joyce. “I-I don’t know why I’m crying?” Without a word Joyce came back to her, only now Emily responded with a much tighter grip, as the contact had her break into a muffled sob. The physical contact was an instinctive reaction, but the emotional turmoil that followed was something completely unknown to Joyce. Why was she crying? Did she hate it? Did she not like it? A sinking feeling started to grow in her heart, but more than anything she wanted Emily to be happy. “Do you not like it?” It was a question of concern that discarded her personal feelings, and only cared to take input from Emily’s. “N-no...It’s-It’s not that…!” She could only hug tighter as her words were harder and harder to squeeze out. What weighed on her the most was the very nursery itself, and to learn that while she lived from day to day, Joyce the entire time had been planning something much grander that could never be realized in the span of a single day; the span of a single week! The more Joyce did for Emily, it came with Emily’s own expectations to somehow return the favor, even if Joyce only wanted it in feelings. No matter how much reinforcement Joyce could try and give, it couldn’t have prepared Emily for something like this. “Am I...am I really that special to you?” Teary-eyed, Emily looked up at Joyce’s eyes. “Y-you would go so far for...for me?” Her mighty, motherly will started to tremble from the sound of her words, as even Joyce’s eyes started to water. Lowering her hands past Emily’s bottom, she gripped them around Emily’s thighs and hoisted her into the air, causing her legs to wrap around Joyce. “I would do anything for you!” Her voice was thick as she rubbed the pajama girl’s back. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I want to do so much for you! Every day I want to make your sun shine as bright as possible, Emily, and never have I felt this way about someone before...” As the feelings in her heart poured out, so did the tears from her eyes. “You’ve given me something that I never want to let go of, and only nurture and grow closer with! I love being with you, as an adult and a baby. Everything about you, from your cat naps, to your cuddling, mindful personality, playfulness, gratitude and appreciation makes me want to keep you close and never let go. We haven’t been together for very long, but the things you’ve done for me have become so essential that I can’t ignore the feelings you've awakened in me...” Each and every sentence, word, piece of grammar, and pause were like iron fingers plucking the strings to Emily’s heart, which sung only the most wonderful tunes. Although a surprise in itself, the babyish feelings and willingness to submit was what threw Emily for a loop, as well as her quickness to adapt and enjoy it in much heavier troves…But even more, beyond that, it was also coupled with a sense of happiness to be with Joyce even outside of their mommy time, which only burned stronger with every passing day that they were together. Sudden memories of Jack invaded her mind; moments from when their relationship was in its prime, and how every moment when they were together was like walking on cloud nine. Being with the person you wanted to spend your time with the most was an inexplicable sensation, so why was she thinking of that now? Yet, asking such a question was obviously stupid, as when she was buried in Joyce the answer was too obvious. “Y-you’re important to me too...” Emily laughed through her tears, losing her entire composure over Joyce’s boundless compassion. “I...I want to be with you Joyce. I want to be together.” The affirmation only sent a new wave of relief over Joyce, as she hugged tighter and showered Emily in kisses. “That’s not fair!” Joyce chuckled, trying to blink the wetness out of her eyes, “I’m the one that’s supposed to make you happy!” The pair kept laughing as they showered each other in their love, one still in the arms of the other. Both of their hearts, standing in the middle of the nursery, had reached a point of complacency and euphoria which had never been known to either of them. Apart from the room itself being out of a fantasy book, the circumstances themselves were one in a million, and both of them in their own right felt like they were one in a million to be fortunate enough to be blessed by the other. Another minute went by until their feelings had finally settled down, and Joyce hiked Emily up once more to regain her grip. The stretching on her bottoms made the diaper’s outline a little more obvious, which brought the purpose for entering the nursery back to Joyce’s mind. “I’m so happy to hear you like it, Emily.” Once more, Joyce attacked Emily with another kiss. “But what do you say we break in your nursery with its first diaper change?” Outward emotion being her means of communication, Emily nodded her head as Joyce carried her to the changing table, setting her down on her back. Everything in the room was designed and constructed with Emily’s exact figure in mind, courtesy of Amy’s measurements which Joyce need only forward to the design team. Emily’s head rested on the small cushion at the end, and only from the knees down did her legs hang off the table, spread apart far enough for Joyce to get herself right in between. “W...will it hold me?” Looking at her surroundings, Emily suddenly felt uncertain of whether or not the furniture could actually support her. It was for a baby, after all… “Yes, it will,” Joyce dance her fingers across Emily’s palm. “Everything in this room was made for you, and no one else. I mean it when I say this is your nursery! The only reason any of this is here, or came to be is because of you.” Everything she said was true, and the greater part of it all was because of Emily. The smaller bits and pieces were things anyone could get, but the much bigger items were one of a kind and only because of Emily. The repeated idea of ownership tickled Emily in such a pleasant way. The room she stayed in before was technically hers, but it was a thing prior to her being here. But now there was something in Joyce’s apartment that existed only because Emily did. There was something here that came to be because Emily gave it a reason to. She was a part of Joyce’s life, and the inverse for her own was true as well. It was yet another piece of physical evidence. “And even all the little additions are meant just for you, too!” Taking hold of something out of Emily’s sight, a strap coming from the table was in Joyce’s hand, and she placed it over Emily’s stomach as it buckled into the other end; out of Emily’s visible reach. “Hey...what gives?” Emily tried her best to make her voice sound like a protest, but the sudden sense of restriction had her giddy. “This way when you’re still sleepy, I can make sure you don’t roll off when I need to change you!” The reminder of being so easy to handle while asleep had the girl blushing again, but almost wanting to wake up like that at some time...To be on the changing table, opening her eyes and finding Joyce drawing something new up between her legs...Never in a million years would her past self ever think of having such thoughts, much less getting excited over them! “And what’s more, it gives Mommy the advantage for tickle attacks!” With the rise in her tone, Emily suddenly felt a hand slip itself under her shirt and scurry across her skin, with each point of contact sending shocks and jolts that had her squirming and squealing. Out of reflex she kicked her legs, but they had no chance of hitting Joyce as she was already in between them; well beyond Emily’s first line of defense, and too far for her own hands to reach. The strap kept her from going far, and despite being bigger than the average baby, not only could the strap contain her, but the table itself showed not even the slightest sign of strain in response to her weight and struggle. It was perfect. “Stop! Stop!” With a new wave of tears Emily’s infectious giggle filled the room as she was mercilessly slaughtered by the countless waves of nailed-infantry, laying waste to her most sensitive parts. This strap was made of evil and sin, as an agent of the devil itself could it submit its victims to the greatest form of torture possible; tickle attacks. Joyce finally relented, sounding the end with a wet kiss on Emily’s bare stomach. “Okay, without further ado, let’s get you out of your jammies!” Starting from the waist, Joyce grabbed the fleece, pastel bottoms and slipped them off her legs, revealing the slightly discolored medical diaper. It of course still had to take much more before warranting a real change, but it was enough to count in their books. It wasn’t Emily’s first time being changed, but certainly was it her first in a nursery setting, on top of being on a changing table...Unexpectedly it added a new element to it all...A pleasant one. The tapes were peeled from the plastic, and Emily’s legs were lifted by Joyce and the diaper was slipped from underneath. It also became absolutely clear Emily was totally at Joyce’s mercy. The strap was more than enough to prove that, but without anything for her feet to stand on, she couldn’t even help in lifting her own bottom for a change. “And that will be the last you ever see of those diapers, sweetheart!” Clearly she was the happiest to hear those words, and Emily suddenly remembered the decorated ones she saw beneath the table from earlier. Balling up the one which Emily was just wearing, Joyce dropped it in the white bin nearby. “These ones are much cuter!” Grabbing one from the basket below, Joyce held a new, thicker pad in her hand which had been decorated in all too familiar characters. Familiar faces from decades and a handful of years ago...Unfolded for Emily to see it all its splendor, Sesame Street figures danced across the plastic front, as the occasional letter block spaced them for the sake of spicing up the artistic variety. The wings were a faint green, and the tapes had bright yellow strips along the tips. “Are those...mine too?” “Well, I don’t know anyone else in the house that wears diapers.” Gleefully, Joyce let out a small laugh once she knew the words hadn’t hurt Emily. Overwhelmed as things already were, the new line of diapers pushed it to a whole new level, as the plastic padding for babies stared back at Emily. Before, the medical diaper was open to interpretation, and from an outsider’s perspective could even be considered a medical condition. But this...with these diapers...There was no room for misunderstanding, and anyone that would see it would know the person in it was of a very specific age and mindset. Before the diaper came Joyce used a wipe to clean off Emily’s lower half, and although being cold she toughed it out. Her legs were once more in the air and her bottom followed soon after, and she was suddenly lowered onto a new cloud. Instantly upon touching it a cloud received her cheeks with a cushiony hug. Compared to the medical diapers, this one had strangely gone even further beyond the comfort level those could provide, and without considering how the outside looked, it was a feeling Emily wouldn’t mind having in all her underwear… “Does it feel nice? Soft?” Joyce’s questioning was not only meant to enforce positive sentiments, but also to rate the handiwork of the company’s lab. Their bonuses were riding on it, after all...Much more importantly, so was Emily’s satisfaction. “It feels...nice...” It was weird admitting to the soft feeling of the diaper, but it was the truth. “How did you find these? I didn’t even know they made stuff like this...” Bigger diapers was one thing, but retail ones with licensed characters on them too? How could someone have pulled that off? Well, clearly, if anyone could it was Joyce, but that didn’t mean it was easy. “Mommy’s secret,” Joyce pretended to grab an imaginary zipper and drag it across the seam between her lips.”Don’t worry about where it came from. Just let me know what you think of it as we go.” The only familiar part of the change was the same lavender powder as always, and then the front of the diaper was brought up to her crotch. In the midst of it, the bulk forced Emily’s legs a little bit farther apart than the medical one normally did. Certainly these were thicker… The four, strong adhesives were laid like metal bolts into a concrete foundation, and the plastic material used as the diaper’s foundation seemed firm, but not in any way uncomfortable to the wearer. Even when Emily slightly shifted her legs though, there was a loud crinkle that had Emily wondering if it was the changing table pad, her diaper, or both. Taking just a moment to check the leg bands on the diaper, ensuring a snug fit, Joyce capped off the change with one last look at Emily, strapped to the table, red all over, with her magnificently childish undergarment on display. It was everything Joyce was hoping for and more! She finally unstrapped Emily, and helped her up, with her bottom crinkling all the way. “I think these ones are louder...” Emily stole a quick look at her diaper, much more awkward to see the theme around her waist now. What it stood for was what had Emily the most excited, but how it actually looked put her mind in a weird space. In a way it was kind of cute...but every time she remembered that she was the one wearing it, those ideas were harder to cling on to. Unable to look her in the eyes, Emily could only let out a murmur while she buried her feet into the floor. “D...does it look fine?” Taking hold of Emily’s hands, their eyes met next, and Joyce shined a look of pure happiness with such intensity it seemed to vaporize any momentary shame, embarrassment or uncertainty Emily was feeling. “It’s perfect.” Slightly, Emily shuffled her feet, and the diaper responded in tune, which only made Joyce want to gush even more. Emily didn’t feel like carrying the topic any further, hoping the usher things along. She was enjoying everything right now, but being completely honest with her feelings was a bit more difficult. “Could we go have breakfast now?” “Well, we can, or I can get you dressed for the day first?” Nervously, Emily started to eye the unopened door, harboring a sneaking suspicion what might be behind it… “Breakfast first, please.” Taking a small breath, she hoped Joyce would allow her at least a small breather. Everything was moving with such momentum it felt like she was only hanging on by a few threads. “And thank you...” “Thank you for what?” Joyce had taken Emily by the hand, leading her to the kitchen. “For...you know...everything.” “I mean it, you know, when I say you’re special to me. Even if you’re my little girl right now, when you aren’t I still consider you as some irreplaceable. I just hope I’m not pushing you too far into the deep end...Please let me know if that happens.” As they rounded the corner, Emily in just a shirt and diaper was happy to escape total babydom for at least a few moments, but those hopes were quickly stomped out when her eyes addressed the elephant in the room. Made for an adult, a high chair sat in the place of where Emily’s usual seat would be, and the seat itself was a tad bit higher off the ground, and of course the back of the seat was cushioned and a tray was currently locked into it. Even from afar Emily knew it’d fit her...The sight had thrown her heart into hysterics once more. “You really do go all out...” Unable to find any mental or emotional ground, Emily could only stand dead in her tracks as the contraption looked back at her. “Do you want to try it?” Joyce poked with her question, finding it hard to mask her own bias for an obvious answer...It was Emily’s day though, and there’d be plenty more opportunities in the future… “I...I’ll use it...” Again, the smaller, yet much louder voice in Emily’s head was screaming to have her way, and she found herself being strung along by it and Joyce’s antics. Clearly overjoyed, Joyce took the first step to unlock the tray, sliding it out and creating an entrance for Emily to slip into. Before her was an infantile throne waiting to be occupied, and all she needed to do to claim it was take a few steps. Shakily walking forward, Emily placed a foot on the crossbar as leverage to lift herself up to the seat, and planted herself into it; receiving her figure quite nicely. Her back became acquainted with the soft, yet firm cushioning, and the plastic seat curved into almost like an alcove for her to sink into. Her legs dangled from the large chair, and she noticed how her toes could just reach the bar she stepped off of. Sitting down now only better acquainted her bottom with the pad it was wrapped in. “Does the chair feel nice too?” Making sure her arms were above it, Joyce then slipped the tray back into place with a click, situating her baby girl into place. “I guess, in a way...” Again, her opinions were as reserved as the ones concerning her diaper. Joyce took it all in stride though, given how different this must have been to their usual dynamic. That being said, only time would ease the process, and like always Joyce was over the moon, and she had expectations for Emily to follow soon after. And with the chair, to Emily it also encouraged the idea of security. It was another piece that felt quite sturdy and would hold onto her quite well. The amount of detail and thought that must have gone into this was almost too much to comprehend in itself. “And just to make sure you don’t slip out by accident and get a boo-boo...” Joyce started to explain as she knelt down, beyond the tray and out of Emily’s sight. She could feel forces at work beneath her, and the sound of another click as a strap found its way in between her legs and up her crotch. “There!” Joyce clapped her hands together in a satisfied expression. “You look adorable beyond words!” Unable to escape now, Joyce gave Emily a few more kisses before moving over to the counters, knowing full well Emily wouldn’t be going anywhere. Not that either of them wanted to. Curiously, Emily shifted around in her seat, taking note of how the crotch strap slightly pressed into her when she moved. It was funny in a way how it served as a constant reminder she wouldn’t be going anywhere...The only place she had to be was where her caregiver deemed fit. Where her mommy told her to be. “Can I pick breakfast?” Emily called from her stationary point, aimlessly kicking her legs the slightest bit. Joyce hadn’t bothered to turn around while she worked with the coffee maker. “Well, maybe...It is your special day, after all...” Hearing her debate the question even had Emily giggle the slightest bit. “But you’re the one who got me all this stuff. How does that make it my special day? If anything, it’s yours!” “Very clever, Emmy, but baby or not, I wanted to make today very special for you. You deserve it.” Baby or not? Didn’t that have to do with today completely? What else would have made it special? “What do you mean? Isn’t that why today’s special? Because of the nursery?” Finally, Joyce turned back to Emily, with an almost small amount of disbelief. “Are you kidding?” She slightly tilted her head with a smirk. “N...no?” What was she missing that was so important? How obvious could it have been? “The nursery was a gift, birthday girl!” Joyce even gestured to the high chair Emily was in. “I didn’t just pick a random day to do all of this, you know!” “Birth…?” May 29. The date suddenly clicked, and so did Joyce’s question from earlier about her plans for today. The deeper meaning behind Joyce’s actions was suddenly revealed, and added a whole new layer of gratitude to the day’s festivities. A new wave of tears washed over her. “F-for my birthday?” The happiness was too much to handle, and Emily couldn’t compose herself. Thankfully the chair could hold her in place while her emotions ran rampant. “I figured you knew!” Joyce could only chuckle as she rubbed her cheek. “I’d have done this for you any day of the year, but I figured for your birthday it’d mean a bit more. Does it mean that much?” “I-it….it does…!” Between sobs, Emily managed her words. Never had someone gone to such lengths for her; someone she’d only known for such a short period of time. It only made her want to grow closer to Joyce, though, and to continue cherishing what they had. After she left her parents and before Joyce had come into her life, birthdays were just a day like any other, minus the possible call from family and maybe a few friends. Absorbing everything had her face all out of sorts as it became wet again. However, that was quick to change when a piece of cloth dried her face. “I wanted to wait until breakfast was ready, but given you’re a little emotional today I suppose I should put one on you now...” Emily as a spectator to Joyce’s words and actions, the cloth used to dry her face then found itself around her neck, and a knot was tied with the two ends of it behind her. The sudden bib covered the front of her chest, and despite being upside down Emily could read it as “Mommy’s Mess Maker.” “I’m not emotional!” Emily playfully spat back, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I’m just happy...that’s all.” “I know you are,” Joyce smiled. “And I’m happy too. Don’t ever feel like you can’t be yourself around me. Crying is perfectly okay with me, and every other emotion that comes along with it too. Now, birthday girl,” Joyce played with the back of Emily’s hair, setting it behind her shoulders. “What would you like to eat today? We can do french toast, eggs, bacon, pancakes, mu-” “Pancakes!” The answer came faster than did the rest of Joyce’s list. “Pancakes it is!”Almost trying to mimic the thrill, Joyce moved back over to the fridge to get out the eggs. “Can I have something to drink first, though?” The thought of coffee somehow never escaped her mind through this whole ordeal, and smelling the aroma coming from the household appliance almost had her squirming. “I was just about to finish that part,” Joyce’s back turned to Emily, she had the milk beside her while she put together a drink Emily was already familiar with, only not in the same kind of cup. Conveniently there was a cup holder in the tray, but it wasn’t for just cups either...Placed in the socket was a tall, plastic bottle capped by a rubber teat, and it was filled with the same, light brown liquid that the sippy cup once was during their last session. “No more sippy cups?” Emily joked as she lifted the bottle, eyeing it curiously as she placed her mouth over the top. Again, especially strange given how much of a first it was, but Emily didn’t find herself as perturbed so much. “This way you can bring it anywhere, and there’s no chance of spills!” Joyce took a sip of her own, much more concentrated version in a regular mug, having flashbacks to when Emily hadn’t even touched her black coffee. Seeing her warm up to a much more watered down version was fitting in a way. Biting down on it, Emily gave it a small suck, rewarding her with a small burst of coffee-milk. It was just about as rewarding as the sippy cup, if not less, and consequently the bottle had her working even harder to fish the rest out. She was so occupied with the task, she hadn’t even considered just how precious she might look to Joyce. For that reason, Joyce was currently enjoying the view of her little girl work at a part of her breakfast, and her padded posterior peaking just beneath the plastic tray. Despite one being much more mobile than the other, both parties equally enjoyed their current standing, and their brief interactions between the moments when Joyce had to tend to the pancakes were small, little bundles of love that revealed the sweetest and nicest surprises. “And with that they’re ready!” Joyce announced as she set the plate on Emily’s tray. It was slightly higher than the table, but Joyce still maintained the high ground. Emily could only marvel at the final product; sliced into bite-sized pieces, dressed in butter and syrup, as well as topped with a pair of strawberries. Emily had a small, sinking feeling Joyce was going to make her use her hands, but thankfully that premonition hadn’t come to pass, when a fork and knife followed with it. Just when she was about to dig in though, Joyce swiped the utensils from her hands almost like a tease. “Not so fast!” Joyce happily tutted as she walked behind Emily again, who could only follow her movements for a short while until the chair prevented her from doing so. “Were you gonna feed me?” Almost shamelessly, Emily asked, when she could feel her hair bunching up from behind, which got her thinking that walking into her blind spot didn’t support the theory so much… “If you’d like, I can,” Joyce fastened the bulk of Emily’s hair into a band. She suddenly started to think how she’d look if she used a ribbon instead…”But I’m more concerned about keeping your hair nice and pretty. The bib might keep your clothes clean, but your hair’s a different story...” The way she spoke, as if Emily couldn’t be trusted, caused a playful snicker to escape the girl in question. Joyce kept the hair loose enough so it didn’t look strained, and still maintained its volume, but kept out of her face. Coming back into view, Joyce looked Emily over and sized up her handiwork, cupping Emily’s cheeks, rubbing the tips of their noses together. “I can’t tell what looks sweeter!” She laughed. “You, or the pancakes!” In her heart, it wasn’t much of a contest, and her continuous fawning was certainly starting to have its effect on Emily, who looked to be getting more squirmish by the minute, and a plastic crinkle sounded with each shift and shake. It was like the harder she tried to stay composed, it only dug a deeper hole. “Now do you want me to feed you, or do you think you can handle it?” Emily pondered the thought for a moment. “You decide.” Emily really didn’t mind either way. What had her more interested were the constant opportunities to relieve herself of choice. The more she was finding it to occur, a strange addiction was starting to set into place. Somehow the moments always felt better when she knew Joyce had total control. Feeding her in a high chair; a place which Emily could only leave when she deemed it so, was something Emily oddly felt she could derive inexplicable pleasure from. Needing no further encouragement, Joyce speared a few pieces of fluffy cake with the fork, and eased it into Emily’s part-way open mouth. As if she were the one eating it herself, she could only writhe in happiness as she imitated ‘Mmm’ing noises for Emily, which only set the other into a fit of giggles. “Tasty?” Happily, Emily nodded her head, with her ponytail bobbing as a chain reaction. “Can I...can I have another one?” Instead of a verbal answer, more syrupy goodness was slipped in between her lips, sending Emily’s mouth and stomach into another state of euphoria. She leaned forward the slightest bit as the fork was sliding out, trying to hang on to the taste of fresh syrup for as long as possible, but the strap between her legs and the tray locked in place prevented such. Her inability to move at all tickled them both in a weird, but positive way. The teat from the bottle came next, which Emily happily accepted, trying to outdo her performance from last time, somehow reasoning it might be possible to extract even more liquid from the bottle if she discovered the right technique. The lightly caffeinated beverage was the perfect chase to a sugary, fluffy opener, and while she sucked, Emily mischievously eyed one of the two pieces of fruit; plump, vulnerable prey ripe for harvest. Of her own command this time, Emily removed the bottle from her mouth, setting it back into its designated place. Before Joyce could collect another mouthful of pancake, Emily snagged one of the strawberries from the top of the stack, and quickly inserted it into her mouth, forcing the fruit's juices to pool in her mouth as her teeth shred the innocent berry to smithereens. “Ah?” Joyce raised her brow, breaking the euphoric spell Emily was caught in. Only a single look needed to tell her she’d broken the imaginary rules. “Maybe when you’re the one feeding yourself, but the fruit comes after you finish your food when I’m in charge,” Joyce started to chuckle as she eyed the last, lonely piece of fruit. “Maybe Mommy’s getting a bit hungry too...That strawberry does look good...” “No!” In a small shout, Emily looked as if her firstborn had been threatened to be taken away, only under much sillier circumstances, as she broke out into a bashful laugh, realizing she’d just tried to protect her breakfast from certain demise. “Just kidding~!” Daringly, Joyce wet one of her fingers, then swabbed the corner of Emily’s lightly syrupy mouth and stuck it in her own. “I promise I won’t touch anything on your plate.” Reaffirmed by their super serious contract, the food and drink kept coming, and as they moved along Emily started to squirm lightly for a new reason. The past night’s liquid, and maybe even some of today’s was catching up to her...Clearly she hadn’t finished her business between sleeping fits this morning or last night. She suddenly started to feel a bit desperate once she realized just how much the feeling of restraint worked to her disadvantage now. Her bladder started to press, and it was a little hard to ignore, and her legs couldn’t come completely together with the padding involved. And as she looked at Joyce, who to Emily was shrouded in mystery regarding whether she knew of her dilemma or not, was so absorbed in the fun of feeding her that nothing could seem to break her concentration. As Emily watched, she could feel herself wanting to protect this moment more than anything, and she could feel her legs tighten a little as she pushed. She tried her best to be discrete, but it wasn’t so easy of a task. She could only feel herself having any ground against second nature itself by gripping the edges of the tray as an aid. “Emmy? What’re you…?” Joyce’s voice trailed as the answer became painfully obvious, and Emily was reunited with a familiar feeling of shame, but it didn’t dampen her momentum. A few seconds later, she could feel the first few droplets trickle out, and soon after a growing stream followed. The small task had her exhale with a sigh, as the warm pee soaked into her diaper. Sitting back down, she could feel it creep around her waist and groin, but after a good few seconds the feeling of wetness seemed to be gone. The diaper was certainly more squishy, doing its job as intended, but it only felt warmer now. She’d just wet one of her new diapers for the first time. “Emmy...” Joyce spoke with a tinge of surprise, but more with pride than anything else. She hugged Emily as best she could, avoiding the plate beneath her. “I’m so proud of you! Thank you so much!” It was objectively strange to thank someone for wetting themselves, but it was on such a personal level, it only heightened the positive sentiments within Emily. The hug and praise meant everything to her, but when she unconsciously tried to move, and the strap pressed into her now squishy crotch, it had totally sapped her of all her bravado. “Can you go back to feeding me now?” The request was quiet, and of course ashamed. Actions yet again spoke louder than words, and the plate of food was one step closer to meeting its end. The bottle was on the fast track to being empty as well, and more and more small spots of syrup started to find its way around Emily’s mouth; attributed to the disconnect between who was eating, and who was doing the feeding. “What are we gonna do next?” “Well, after I wipe down your mouth, we’re gonna get you dressed and then play for a little bit. Sound good to you?” Again, Joyce’s words earned nothing but agreeance from Emily, who now had her sights set on what she’d be wearing. What, simple, yet cute outfit it could be had her wondering… Already worked into a routine, Emily held her mouth open as the sticky substance was just about to be within reach, yet she was suddenly denied when Joyce’s phone started to ring and her gesture was put on hold. “And who could that be…?” Muttering to herself, Joyce set aside the fork for a brief moment to check who it was. Thankfully the mood Emily had put her in was ecstatic, because seeing the caller ID read as ‘Mom’ didn’t have her nearly as flustered as she was last time. “Hi Mom,” Joyce spoke casually with the phone pressed to her ear, and Emily did everything in her power not to make a peep. Her underwear suddenly had her paranoid, remembering just how loud it could be when it crinkled...even when it was wet. “How’ve you been? You don’t usually call so early...” The other end responded, while Emily was completely oblivious to what was being said; only receiving one end of the conversation. “Hi, honey! Have you been well? How about Emily?” “Uhm...” Joyce, staring at nothing in particular while she talked, glanced at Emily for a brief moment, who looked to be as stiff as a board and red as a tomato; as if she were being watched by the stranger in the phone. “She’s asleep right now. But she’s doing well.” Emily silently stared with suspicion. So her mom did know about her? Rational thought dominated her mind, knowing the more secretive part was well-kept in the shadows...At least she hoped. “Asleep? Isn’t it almost 8:00 for you?” Her mom sounded with almost genuine surprise. “We’re not all like you, mom.” Joyce kidded, but spoke with a tinge of seriousness that reflected her mom’s past habits. “If anything, I should be asking why you’re the one that’s up so early. It must be like 5 in the morning for you!” “Early bird gets the worm!” Her voice was a matter of fact, as if there were no fault in her habits, much less her equal expectations of others. “More importantly, you seem to be a bit more cheery since we last talked…?” Her deductive skills were acute, and at some times damning to the point it felt like nothing could escape her looking glass. “Maybe I’m just a morning person?” Mindlessly, she started to squeeze Emily’s foot, who was trying her hardest not to incite a response. Emily could only send a prayer of silent thanks it wasn’t another tickle attack. “Maybe I’m finally starting to rub off on you, after all!” Her mom laughed, while Joyce silently smirked, keeping the true secret to her happiness under safe wraps. “I don’t want to be rude, and it’s always nice to hear from you,” Picking the fork back up, Joyce reunited Emily with her food, already practiced enough to collect more onto its prongs without needing to look too much. “But why are you calling me so early?” “Just a wellbeing check, I suppose?” Her mom’s voice was somewhat genuine, but seemed to be alluding to something else… “Uh-huh…?” “And, I wanted to give you some fair warning before we arrive at the airport.” “Ai-airport?” Slightly, she stammered, taken aback by the sudden news. “Wh...what do you mean?” “Well, we just talked about how your dad and I haven’t seen your new place, and you don’t visit very often. That’s why we’re coming to see you! Fair compromise, right?” “M-mom, you can’t just show up out of the blue!” Her relaxed tone quickly devolved into a small panic. “I need time to prepare, get you a hotel, plan out your stay-” “But you have a guest room, don’t you?” Her mom quickly interjected. “I don’t see why your father and I can’t use that. A hotel wouldn’t be an issue, if you really don’t want us staying in your home, though...” The hurt from rejection was obvious, and whether it was a clever tactic of her mom’s or not, Joyce wasn’t intending to be rude. “No...it’s not that. You can stay if you want to. I didn’t mean to turn you away.” “Perfect!” She bounced back from sadness to joy like the flick of a switch. How manipulative her mom could be at times… “And as for plans, don’t worry! We’ll figure it out as we go.” “How long do you plan to be staying?” A sinking feeling washed Joyce all over. She tried to feel like she had some control in the conversation, but it was obvious who was setting the pace. “Only a few days. Three, at most? Your dad needs to be back for a cooking thing with his buddies. Like I said, you know how he can be...” “That’s good though,” Joyce countered. “You know,” She clearly directed her words at someone in specific. “Still being invested in your own hobbies, friends, and interests. Not dropping in on your kids unannounced and giving them time to plan in advance?” Her annoyance was mild, but she knew her mom wouldn’t be affected by it. It was all in good fun. For the most part. She loved her mom very much, but if she couldn’t be a thorn in her side sometimes… “And to think, that Emily was really starting to have a positive effect on you...Maybe if you wake her up it’ll put you back into a good mood?” She snickered on the other line. “Anyways,” Joyce ushered things along, not appreciating the teasing. “When are you guys going to be coming? A week? Two? Just let me know when so I can have my driver pick you up.” “About that,” As she started, Joyce lifted the fork, unintentionally bringing it to Emily incredibly slow; an unintended consequence from her attention being divided. “The plane is scheduled to land at some time around noon.” “Okay? Noon is fine. Noon, when?” “Tomorrow.” “Tomorrow?!” Joyce suddenly exclaimed, losing control of her secondary task, looking over to Emily who let out a small meep. Her sudden shock had caused her to clearly miss the mark, when a large splotch of syrup covered Emily’s cheek was evident, and the dented pancake was still on the fork. All she could do for the poor Emily was mouth an apology while she addressed the other pressing issue. Her surprise had also affected Emily too, who was slowly piecing together from Joyce’s words what was going on… “You’re kidding, right?” “I told your dad we should have done it after his cooking thing, but he can never resist a good deal on airline tickets…Isn’t this better for you, anyway? That way we can only be in your hair for so long~!” “Mom! One day is barely enough time to prepare!” Joyce’s heart started to race, thinking of the countless, incriminating things laid about the apartment. The nursery, the high chair, the bottles, bibs, pacifiers, toys; Joyce eyed Emily’s wet diaper. Too much evidence… “And what time did you say you’d be landing?” She tried to stay optimistic and maintain a calm thought process. “12:45, to be exact. Like every airport though you can never really trust those times. Just have someone ready for 1:00. We don’t mind meandering if need be. And don’t worry about cleaning up the place, if that’s the issue. We’re not hard to please!” If only she’d known how wrong she could be…Disappointingly, Joyce mentally summarized the list of things she’d now need to put into hiding again. It’s not that she didn’t want her parents to visit, but this truly was the worst timing possible...Despite that, it could have been worse, but only by a slight margin...On a tangent, she tried to amend her misdeed with Emily by feeding her the last strawberry. “See you sometime then,” Joyce kept her tone level, although being so dejected; caught in a crossroads between her feelings. “Love you.” “See you soon!” Her mom was the first to hang up. Finishing the vocal gymnastics, Joyce let out a sigh as she set the phone down, quietly looking at Emily. “Are they coming to visit?” Blankly, Emily asked, as it didn’t take a rocket scientist to decipher the conversation by then. “Yes, and in a very unannounced fashion, too!” “So...so what are we gonna do?” Completely? Joyce wasn’t sure. Without a doubt, everything related to the nursery needed to go there, and the door needed to stay locked. If her parents were going to be staying over, she’d need to give them the room Emily was staying in...Could Emily stay in the nursery in the meantime? Fat chance. Watching Emily innocently sit there, covered in her breakfast, wearing a bib, she knew that’d be an unrealistic demand. As fun of a fantasy it was to entertain, she had yet to even take her first nap in the crib. Something like that was too unfair, and shouldn’t occur out of forced circumstances. However, after shooting down that idea, from its ashes a much more plausible one was born... Seeing as her plate was pretty much polished, Joyce ruffled the hair on Emily’s head. “You, only need to worry about being happy.” Joyce turned on the faucet, wetting a dishrag. “As for me? I’ll figure it out.” She smiled, draping her hand in the wet cloth, coming closer to Emily. “Such a sticky baby...” Hey everyone, as always I want to thank you for reading, sharing your thoughts, and commenting! I can't appreciate the support enough and am being serious when I say it motivates me. Please don't skip out on your constructive criticisms as well, because on top of the nice words I also take general feedback into account too. On both ends of the spectrum, it tells me what I'm doing right, and possibly doing wrong. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

New content starts here. Thanks for reading this nonsense. Chapter 6: Making it work The plastic cushion crinkled as Alex was placed on it. It was slightly colder and woke her up from the passive daze. It hit her like a ton of bricks when she realized where she was and what was about to happen. She stared up at her mother as she learned over her, buckling her in with a large padded safety strap that covered most of her torso. The strap anchored her top half down and prevented her arms from moving, but allowed easy access to everything below her belly button. Her mother bent down and grabbed the changing supplies, including a new diaper and moved towards Alex’s lower half. Her mother opened the new diaper and fluffed it out before sitting it aside, all while Alex tried to push against the strap, able to budge. She planted her feet and tried to push herself out of it but she couldn’t gather the strength to move her whole body. She felt her mother pull her legs apart and then press her diaper making a quip about being a good boy for making soggy pants for mommy. Without any effort she tore the tapes off and opened the diaper, finally releasing Alex’s crotch to the open air. Alex turned red and started crying while trying wiggle away. It was enough to make her mother grab her leg and give her inner thigh a single hard slap. “Be good or I’ll tape this wet diaper back on you for the night.” She said giving Alex a second softer slap on her other leg. Her mother walked away from the table, out of sight of Alex, and returned with a yellow pacifier and pushed it in Alex’s mouth. The bulb filled her mouth, making her to breathe through her nose and forcing her to calm down a little bit. “Now be good or you won’t be happy.” Her mother said and she went back to cleaning the naked girl. Alex just shut down and stopped moving completely making her mother do all the work. After a few wipes from a cold baby wipe, her ankles were crossed and her legs were pushed towards her chest, lifting her bottom off the table. Her mother wiped her bottom and tossed the wipe on the used diaper, pulling it out from under her and rolling it up. Sliding the new diaper under her, the dominant women powdered her bottom before lowering her back and powdering her front. It was almost immediately when the diaper was brought up between her legs, Alex noticed that is was a lot thicker than the previous one she was wearing. She looked down as it was being taped on and the picture of big bird wearing a night cap made it obvious that she was being put in a night-time diaper. She felt the diaper tighten up as the final tape was being adhered. Both tapes were pressed down to make sure they were secure and then she felt fingers go through the leg cuffs, making sure it was being worn correctly. Her mother undid the strap and freed her charge from the table. Picking the girl up, she carried her to the crib, set her inside, and brought the side up with a click. “Have a good sleep sweat heart. Tomorrow should be an interesting experience for you!” Her mother said with a grin. She walked to a nightstand near the crib and grabbed a rectangle item off of it. “If you try to take off your diaper, I will hear it.” She said as she turned a knob on the object and it became clear that it was a baby monitor. “Good boys leave their diapers alone.” With that, she walked to the door and shut the light off, closing it behind her. The only light in the room came from the stupid night light. Alex immediately took out the pacifier and threw it as hard as she could across the room. She looked down at her waist and stared at the much larger undergarment that was clearly on display. Her crotch was covered almost to the bottom of her rib cage and it was clear that this diaper was made to take a beating. Her eyes watered up and she laid down, with her waist crinkling a lot more than before. She turned on her side, but her legs couldn’t close properly, so that position was not even close to being comfortable. She rolled on her back and closed her tear filled eyes trying to sleep. It must have been twenty or so minutes of trying to fall asleep when she felt the need to pee once more. This time however, was not the same as before. It felt like it was building and that she needed to go really badly and needed to go really soon, otherwise she would lose control, but that is exactly what happened. The amount of time from the initial need to the point of being unable to hold it back and urinating in her new underwear, was maybe 30 seconds. She sat there, feeling the small amount of warmth spread over her loins. It wasn’t as unpleasant as the previous times, and the diaper did a very good job and sucking it up. She wiped her eyes and sniffed, she didn’t want this but it was going to happen regardless of what she did. She started to break everything down in her head and thought about what was going to happen. She was being treated as a baby, diapers and all. She wasn’t able to speak and any sort of intentional communication was going to be met with punishment. Unless she was in the crib or playpen, she doubted she was going to be left unsupervised. She placed her hand on the diaper and pressed into herself. If this is something she couldn’t get out of and was forced to do it. If she was forced to do it, then it wasn’t her fault. If it wasn’t her fault, why should she feel embarrassed? She had already wet herself and had “her own” diaper changed by another person and she wasn’t made fun of. If she wasn’t being made fun of, then it was expected. All of this was something that was expected of her. She made the conscious decision that if this women wanted a baby, she was going to make her regret it. That eased her mind and she settled back down and felt herself relax for the first time since she arrived here. She felt a small dribble leave her downstairs. She thought to herself “Why bother, the responsibility of keeping my pants clean isn’t mine anymore. In fact, I’m wearing something to protect my clothes from ruining them because she expects me to do just that. I could dump a whole bowl on spaghetti on myself and she would have to clean it up, I could intentionally cry non-stop and it would be her problem. I’m going to make her life miserable if she is going to do this to me and that will make her regret what she has to do and make her…stop...this...” That was as far as her thoughts got when she finally dozed off.

I was walking home when I came upon the Mad Men. “Uh, hi guys,” I tried to say nonchalantly even though I was wearing a romper. “Well, if it isn’t little baby Jakie,” one of the boys taunted. I tried to ignore it and keep walking. “Better run home and get your diaper changed,” another one said. I quickened my pace. I heard mock crying behind me. I tried to stave off crying myself. This is what it came to. My friends, former friends, now hated and teased me. I got home, and mom sensed something was wrong as she took me up to change. “What is it?” “Oh, I just ran into Mark and the guys on the way home. They hate me now. They think I’m some sort of freak.” “Well, dear. If the act like that they really aren’t your friends,” she said. I’d heard this line of argument before. “Besides, you have Lexie and the rest as friends now.” “More babies,” I said with a pout. I sulked pretty much for the rest of the night and cried into the bear until I fell asleep. I was sitting in math class when Lexie walked past me to work out a problem at the blackboard. Her hair hung down loose over her back revealing bare skin over her pink diaper. I smiled. She said I might get to see it, but why was she wearing it in class like that. She turned and smiled at me. Her hair hung over her breasts somewhat hiding them, but gosh, save for the diaper she was naked. I started to get hard. And then. “Jake, Jake.” What. I picked my head off the desk. Lexie was gone. A pool of drool was on the desk. My math teacher Mrs. Lewis was calling my name. “Jake, can you show us how you answered question number five.” Darn. I must have dozed off. The naked Lexie was a dream. I looked down at my homework paper sitting in the drool. Number five. I had it. I walked up to the front of the room and started writing on the board. I could do this. “How did you get that last step,” Mrs. Lewis asked. I turned to explain my work. “Look it, he’s peeing,” someone said. I looked down. Now I was the one wearing just a diaper, and yes I was wetting it. I quickly turned to face the board. “Oh my gosh, he’s pooping.” And that was true too. I felt the mess filing my diaper. The laughter started. I continued to fill my diaper from both sides. Mrs. Lewis was coming toward me with a spare diaper. “Get up on the desk, Jakie, and I’ll change you.” It was too much. I squeezed my eyes shut and started crying. “Jakie, Jakie,” I heard a voice calling. Someone was gently shaking me. “Jakie, Mommie’s here.” I opened my eyes. I was in my crib. My mom was leaning over with her hand on my shoulder. I blinked a few times. It was a dream. “Mom?” “You were crying, so I came to see what was the matter.” “I was having a bad dream, I guess.” She lowered the side and pulled me toward me with soothing words. “There, there. It will be OK. It smells like you need a diaper change as well.” She was right. My diaper was stuck to me with poop, and I was wet to boot. She helped me over to the changing table and started in on cleaning me up. “Do you want to tell me about it?” she said. I related the part about me being in just a diaper at the blackboard and filling my diaper to the amusement of the class. I left out the part about Lexie. “I know this is difficult for you and will remain difficult for you at times. However, you have to realize it is for the best that you remain a baby.” Remain a baby? No, please. I want to be a big boy again. I want to hang with my friends. I want to use the toilet, eat burgers, wear jeans. This is too much.

Millie stood alone at a poorly lit bus stop near the school she attended classes in. It was a late hour, most of the people who would be out and about right now were at home, comfy in their beds, or snuggled up to their loved ones watching netflix, with a few lucky ones doing other activities with their loved ones. Some were in clubs and bars, dancing or drinking the night into morning. Then there were the people like Millie, standing at a bus stop deep into the late hours of the night. Some of these standers were just waiting to get home from a long grinding day, others on their way to begin their day, and then their those like Millie. She had stayed late because one of her professors asked for help. She had not expected the project he needed help with was to see one of his best students naked, and then to stick his penis into her. Her curly red hair, the emerald green a-line dress, both showed some of the signs of her resistance. Her wool gray coat hid the rips to the dress, while also protecting her from the cold of the night. She didn't need to wait here, she was a gifted student, and could just as easily blink to her apartment, something she would of done any other night, but tonight, the young woman was afraid of a trace, or an intercept. She brushed one of her curls out of her face, which drew her attention to the crack in her glasses. She took the round glasses off, the silver frames were in good condition, which would make it hard to believe that they had been in her family for nearly 100 years. Her grandfather had worn them when he studied the hidden world of Japan, the first western magician to do so, with an invitation at least. The frames had absorbed some of the ghost magic of those regions, and had become valuable to Millie's family. The problem with them was that you needed to actually need glasses in order for them to work, which lead Millie to being a master of "life" as they liked to call the discipline, but was forced to keep the crappy eyes she was born with. The young woman popped the lens out of the frame, and held it up to the moon, then uttered a few short syllables, not words per say, but sounds that had been discovered the resonated with magical energies, and called forth the energies she then shaped with a few well practiced hand motions. The crack in the round lens was gone, and soon the glasses were all one piece, and returned to her freckled face, providing a thin glass barrier between her steel blue eyes and the world around her. The ghost sight, as her ancestor had called it, did not reveal ghosts as one might expect, instead it tapped into a realm in which the near future, present, and past, all blended, and with a skilled, and honed mind, someone who was always tapped into that realm could move forward and backward in brief snippets. That is what had saved her from her professor, he had successful fired his memory charm, but he had not accounted for the fact that Millie's mind, thanks to her glasses, was not completely in the present, but split between the present past and future. The charm was quickly broken, and Millie performed a simple gesture that send the professor flying into his own wall. Millie left before the professor got up from that. Which led her to standing here, in the cold, her feet dry only by the grace of knee high leather boots, and a ruined dress. What annoyed her most was that she had realized 10 minutes ago that their would be no more buses tonight, but she also realized that it didn't matter because she had no idea how to get from a back water town in Maine, to her home outside Boston with the public transit system anyways. That was the problem with magic, Millie decided. You get so used to the conveniences of it, that you forget how to function. She wished she could be like the blind, the normal people who never uttered their first chime, magic word, whatever you wanted to call it. She could've been one of those people, but she had to be born to a long line of magicians, ones that could point at legends and make a reasonable claim that that legend was about one of their ancestors. Nope, she didn't get to be a normal person. She never had a chance. With a sigh, Millie finally resigned herself to a quick blink. It was unlikely anyone was to follow her anyways, most magicians avoided shadow and phase magic at all costs. They were too new, and were not even a product of magical study, but a mistake made by blind scientists who had no idea what they were tapping into with their quantum physical studies. The Shadow in particular, a bad name for the practice of shifting gravitational forces in ways current science could not understand, to create spaces within spaces, was dangerous to most minds. It was Millie's ghost sight training that gave her the ability to maintain her sanity there. Of course, blinking was not shadow magic, just simple phase magic, a dimensional jaunt where she picked a point in another reality of this earth, one as close to the one she was in now, but her current location in that world would be her apartment, then it was like plucking a rubber band, pull the other reality into this one for just a moment, let it snap back, and then she just lets go before crosses over, and when things normalize, she is standing in her apartments living room. Sure sometimes she brings a gremlin, or a weird other-dimensional thing with her, but they rarely last more than a few minutes out of phase with their own reality. She took her coat off, and tossed it onto the couch in her living room, the lights detecting her movement and slowly turning themselves on. That was not a trick of magic, just simple technology. The same technology that turned her music on, turned her tea kettle on, and started reading the news headlines to her, all as she stripped her dress off, boots off, leggings off, and shook her hair out of its messy pony tail. In just a plain white bra, and equally plain white panties, she walked into her kitchen, her back marked with tattoos of a geometric shape, in which all the designs linked back to what looked like an Escher design tattooed into the small of her back. The tattoo itself was extremely colorful, and seemed to gradually shift, colors, shape, even position. In truth, it was always shifting because it was Millie's anchor into this reality, a complex magical structure she applied to herself allowing her to travel in and out of this reality, and not lose herself, nor lose the way back home. It was what got her into the school she currently attends. The Danford Academy of the Magical Sciences was one of the best places to study and perfect magic in the world. It was also one of the most dangerous places in the world, due to the whole learn by doing mentality the school took. This night was probably her last night there. Even though defending herself was justified, the spell she used was probably a mistake. If the professor even woke up from it, his mind would be schismed across multiple pocket dimensions that Millie had created on the fly. It wasn't that he didn't deserve that, but that the nature of the spell could of had serious repercussions, one of which being a collapse of reality in the area, or has physicists like to call it, a thermonuclear event. To be fair, Millie would be lucky if they just expelled her. The woman just poured herself a cup of tea from the kettle, and walked over to her glass kitchen table, her feet squishing into the thick, soft, wet carpet. Of course, her carpet was not supposed to be wet, but it still took her a moment to realize that something was off, and once she did, she realized her legs, and her panties were also wet. "Damn it, fucking bleedthrough," she muttered to herself, writing off the problem. In her mind, it was obvious, she flew to close to herself in another reality, and the two were bleeding through. Other reality Millie had just gone to the bathroom, and so this reality Millie peed her panties. Annoyed, Millie cast a small spell that wiped out the other Millie's bodily control, and than sealed her reality away, to prevent bleedthrough from continuing. *************************************** "Mills!," Christa shouted, seeing her red headed friend come out of the bathroom, then waved for Millie to come over to her. Christa was out hunting tonight, and the short hemline, and deep plunging neckline of her dress broadcasted that fact far and wide, although despite the blonde blue eyes, skinny body, and hooker dress, Christa was just striking out. Part of the problem was that the skinny body was not result of diet, but of intense exercise and personal fitness, and it turns out guys get turned off by girls with more visible muscle tone than they possess themselves. To Millie's credit, she was similarly built and toned, although she naturally carried her body fat in such away that she would never achieve those washboard abs, or perfect thighs, not without reducing the fat in her body into unhealthy extremes. "Any luck?" Millie said, plopping her purse on the table, pushing away the drink she had ordered before she left for the bathroom. She'd have to get another one now. "None at all," Christa replied, a little defeat in her eyes. "Maybe challenging them to an arm wrestling competition is the wrong approach?" she added, laughing at her own joke as she finished saying it. "Maybe tell them you are gymnast? That makes the guys jump after the girls in movies?" Millie said, a mirthful little smile on her freckled face. "By the time they figure out you are a champion Kung Fu master, it will be to late!" Christa gave her friend a sharp look, "Its Taakwondo, and you know that miss green belt." "Karata, kung fu... tomato tomato..." Millie continued on, still smiling, "I need to get a new drink Daniel-san, I will be right back." Millie grabbed her purse, and walked towards the bar before Christa could come up with a good comeback. Once Millie got the bar, she risked a glance back to Christa, who was staring daggers her direction. Millie just giggled, and told the bartender, "Sprite please, in a tumbler." "Trying to convince your friend you are drinking?" the bartender asked. "No, trying to convince these idiots," Millie responded, gesturing to the men in the bar, "That I am so that they will come hit on me and I can redirect them to my friend." "How is that working out for you?" the bartender said, filling the tumbler with sprite. "About as well as you would expect a sitcom set up to work in reality," Millie said, flashing the bartender a smile, and putting a ten dollar bill on the counter, before walking back to Christa, "Got a come back yet?" "Shut up," Christa said, then started to laugh, her blue eyes lighting up with mirth. Millie soon caved in and started laughing herself. "Ok, I am driving," Millie said, as Christa stumbled out of the bar, "Where are your keys?" Millie asked, as she searched through her friends purse. "Psh, you are as drunk as me," Christa said, "More drunk! I havn't pissed me pants yet!" she continued on, pointing to the growing puddle under Millie. Millie had felt herself start peeing, but she was far more concerned with something else that was happening in that moment, and she was very happy, and unhappy, that she had worn bicycle shorts under her dress. At least the mess was contained. She tried to stop it, pinch it off, but the more she tried, the more it seemed to push its way out, and when the smell finally hit Christa, Millie was already in tears. "Did you just..." Christa started to ask, and Millie just nodded. "It just... I don't know... I had nothing but sprite," Millie answered, now doing a waddle walk towards Christa's car, trying not to spread the mess around more. Christa sighed and tried to comfort her friend, "Maybe someone managed to slip something in your drink? There are a lot of weird fucks out there that would like to torture women? Did you ever lose track of one of your drinks?" Millie shook her head as they got to the Jeep that Christa drove around everywhere, despite complaining about its gas mileage, "Just the one from when I went to the bathroom, and I didn't touch that one." Christa shrugged, "Maybe just bad food then," then opened her side door, and pulled a towel out of the back of the jeep, tossing it to Millie, "Come on, put that down, and drive us home, we can get you cleaned up and some pepto, I am probably to drunk to remember this tomorrow, so shiny, right?" "You're not that drunk," Millie said, realizing that once she sits down, the mess is going to get a lot worse. "But thanks for the sentiment." Christa just nodded and climbed into the Jeep.

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

I pretty much enjoy pooping my diaper anywhere I can. I love to do it most of all walking to my car after work. I guess its the thrill of getting caught, or someone seeing you do the deed. I also like taking my dog for a walk and pooping my diaper as my dog is going. I pick up my dogs poop in a bag and usually put it in a garbage can close to home. People never ask questions. How many diaper lovers really enjoy a good poop ?

Thanks guys for replying, you all helped me. And now I know I don't have to worry. The brands I wear are fine enough not to make any issue and since I cannot do something else than wearing diapers... so what!? They are my only option to stan in my position at work. Therefore thank to diapers even if there is some chemicals inside. I am okay with that now.

Added both of you to my list!

Poor Nick!

Awesome! I'll add yours too

Following! Added your book to my Good Reads "want to read" list.

I agree we need to support each other! (who else will ) My pen name is Red Queen

After wetting the bed till around age nine, I regressed back to it (purposely) as a young adult and couldn’t be happier. Probably makes a difference, I’m convinced I could stop if so motivated.

Pooping out in public is one of the biggest thrills for me. I'm pretty sure that I can now poop easily even when in conversation with someone.

I plan on attending

I use a pen name too for my kinky books. They're like a side thing for me, so perhaps that's why i don't really worry about 'claiming' Haha, okay I don't really beg. But every person that told me they bought my book, I've asked them and told them I would appreciate it if they would leave a review. Out of 45 copies behind sold, I have 2 reviews, better than nothing and books were being sold without reviews, so I guess that is a good thing as well, right.

I found sex to be very boring and I was always anxious to get it over with. Them my husband decided to change my diaper and have sex with me and I wasn't bored anymore. It wasn't that I was asexual and lacked interest in having sex, I just have a diaper fetish and without diapers, sex is too boring. So that would not work with a vanilla because I would need my diapers for sex. Without them, I am bored during it and don't enjoy it. My sexuality is very weird because I can't just have sex with anyone and I don't look at guys and think "I want to fuck him, he is so hawt" and start having perverted thoughts of him." None of that ever comes to my head when I look at guys. But if there are diapers involved, oh my. I feel different then and it doesn't matter who the guy is. I am also attracted to personality but sex doesn't cross my mind about them.

honestly.. wait until you aren't living in your parents home.. nothing good can come of this. i am pretty sure you wouldn't want to know about your parents kinks and i am very sure they don't want to know about yours. you have many years to go 24/7 just hold off a bit longer.

I wet because it's part of the role-play and my mummy says I am banned from using the toilet when I have got my nappy on! She also says I am a good boy for wetting my nappy because that's what nappies are for! All part of a soft, caring and loving scenario and role-play. I also love the warm, heavy and squishy feeling of being wet. Wetting is good, no shame in it, so enjoy it

In general, there are about 4 main types of diapers: - Store bought diapers, which are usually not very good at all, but are cheap. - Medical type diapers which are pretty good, but can be a little pricey. Northshore and Abena are generally among the best in this category. - "Official" ABDL diapers which are amazing, but very expensive. There's a whole bunch of abdl companies, although ABU and Crinklz are probably the most popular. - Cloth diapers, which are usually pretty good, and the most economical option, but do have to be washed between uses. Happyendings and Biggerdiapers.com are good from what I've seen Also, if you want designs, you'll want to look into the last 2 options. Does this help?

If you're talking about Personal Care in Indiana, I've spoken with the ladies who run the place and they've told me that selling ABDL stuff has saved their store. Lots of grateful folks come from miles around just to see a store carry ABDL stuff in plain sight and spend plenty of money there. The Diaper Ladies know from all the changes in medical billing over the past few years that it's ever more difficult to keep a brick and mortar store open without augmenting revenue. They expressed gratitude to us for keeping them open. It's a great example of people helping people and putting aside stigma or embarrassment.

Melinda was surprised when the three kids arrived with James, she hadn't expected them, she was glad that they were there. I helped bring clothes and extra beds for the kids. Melinda thanked me for bringing them. When I told Rachel that she needed to go with her mom she asked me "Don't you love us anymore?" I assured her "I do love You, but if you don't go with your mother and James that she would start to think of her mom, what her mom used to think about me, that I never loved her!" "I can see that," said Rachel So could Denny. Francine was not sure. I told all 3 that if it didn't work out there was always room here for them. I asked them each to promise me to at least give it a try. Each promised me even Francine. After they were gone the house seemed so empty even Trudy and Beautiful missed them. They weren't the only ones, I missed them and wished I hadn't of insisted James and Melinda take them. If I had kept then I knew it would of been selfishness on my part. That didn't stop me from missing them!

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

I've worn about eight to ten hours in the past, so I guess a few more hours of fun isn't going to hurt me.

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Bro all I'm going to say is the worst you will ever get is probably a yeast infection aka jock itch. It's miserable to have bit can be treated easily. Rashes and chaffing will probably be the worst. As said above some diapers are using different materials so it's possible to have a reaction but very rarely.

stephrider, if you ask me, you are worrying too much. There are thousands of people, women included, who, for various reasons, wear diapers regularly if not constantly and still don't get any lasting damage from that. Unless you have a case of severe allergy, where you're allergic to almost everything, you should be OK. I say, just check out a few reliable brands, see which work well for you and use them for some time to find out, if there are any side effects. If there are, just change the brand. If nothing manifests itself, stop worrying and shift your attention to something else.

Years ago I would develop what I called pimples on my butt when I wore Attends. These would be the Attends 6 tape diapers that everyone loved back in the mid to late 1990's. I don't wear diapers all the time, but even for a few hours every few days or longer I would develop those pimples that would break out when using Attends. It never seemed to happen with other diapers, store brands back then. I asked a pharmacist in a drug store about it once and he suggested that I switch to a different brand of disposable brief. I do believe that some disposable diapers can have things in them that react to some people's skin. It could be chemicals or even scents used. In my case I wouldn't call what I experienced a diaper rash in the sense we think of diaper rash. To me diaper rash is urine burn that can be caused by being in a wet diaper too long, a diaper that is also messy (as I have read that a rash develops a lot faster when urine is mixed with feces) or a cloth diaper that may not have been washed and rinsed as clean as it could have been. I've heard people say that cloth diapers that are not washed or rinsed well enough can still hold small amounts of urine and especially soap that can cause a rash. Also I have noticed a wet cloth diaper that has wicked the urine throughout can feel more uncomfortable at times sitting in it. That may be attributed to the weave of the fabric. Some cloth diapers that have more of an open weave are not as smooth on the skin once they get wet and it's almost like sitting in wet burlap. When I first saw this thread what came to my mind is the Toxic Shock Syndrome many women experienced years ago from some tampons. Maybe what is in the Tampons that caused it is also in some disposable diapers. The thing is, you don't put a disposable diaper up inside your body like a woman does with a tampon, but you might have to have some concern that whatever may be in the disposable diaper that could cause harm might enter your body through your urethra. That possibility and the break out on your skin from some disposable diapers would be the harm I could see.

I really don't think of it as humiliating. I think of it more like sexual. I am walking down a crowded street in a short dress and I am holding in two or three days worth of poop. I already peed but i could feel a turtle head poking out and I am getting that itch to just lean on a parked car and push out the entire load in one push. As I lean on the car with my arms extended I give that first push and it just comes out in one huge solid log and is curling up inside my diaper to the size of a softball. I am gasping because for me it is just one huge feeling of ecstasy. I didn't notice the young man standing in a doorway just fixated on my full and sagging diaper. He comes up behind me and wraps his jacket around me and asks if I am feeling well. I could feel his throbbing erection rubbing against my fully loaded diaper. I ask him if he can walk me to my car, and I don't think any man will refuse especially if he has a raging hard on like that. I really don't want to get over the rating of R. He walks me to my car I open the drivers door slowly and pull my diaper down and this man sees my chocolate covered eye and i just pull his zipper down and direct his delicious erection towards my brown eye. I don't want to go further,so y'all just use your imagination and come to your own conclusion. Hugs all and enjoy them diapers !

Positions is really hard for me to determine. I have pooped in just about every position possible. I have done it walking my dog, out shopping. sitting in the park laying out on the grass during a picnic. I have done it riding a bike. I highly recommend the bike riding for those that are into it for the sexual reasons. I have done it leaning on a shopping cart while out in the market. One of my favorites is laying on my belly reading a book in bed and spreading my legs and letting it just fill my diaper and give a few squirts of pee to get the diaper a little mushy so I can get that tingling feeling in my belly. There are so many ways to really enjoy pooping. Just try all different ways and see which one makes you feel the best. Believe me it is so much fun doing the learning process. Enjoy it and poop to your hearts content.

Let it come naturally. Lots of fruits and veggies. Eat oatmeal and cereal. if you want to get softer poops drink a teaspoon of epsom salt with a glass of water. It may taste nasty but it works. I have messed in my sleep doing this many times. Just make sure you are not far from home, and that you do have a diaper on.

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.