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Here is the next chapter! Enjoy! Also, don't forget that I still have an open for commissions! Chapter Six Daniel stared at the screen for a long time, before he finally deleted the last sentence before he hit submit. He was too chicken to admit to that line, even though he thought about it before. There had been times he would write up a long paragraph on how perhaps they could meet in person one day, or at least he could know more about her – but he always deleted it. He was too afraid. After all, he wasn’t the type of guy to just have sex with anyone…would there be any chemistry between them? Was it only the mommy / little boy dynamic that they had? He wanted more than just that. But, he also felt very comfortable with her. She seemed so genuine and real that he did want to get to know her better. But, he always figured that she believed it was best if this was an online only thing. She seemed to be pretty happy with the fact he was going on a date later on tonight. MommyVioletLove: January 19, 20xx 6:17 PM I understand that, baby. Trusting people at times can be hard. But, don’t let that bring you down! There are good people in the world. *kisses your cheek* cheer up buttercup; you do have a date tonight after all. DiaperedLittleOne: January 19, 20xx 6:20 PM Hehehe….thanks, mommy, you sure are the best! And true! I’m pretty excited about it…a little nervous too He didn’t want to admit why he was nervous, those thoughts kept pressing into his mind, but he tried to hold them back, not wanting his imagination to spark fuel to reality. MommyVioletLove: January 19, 20xx 6:21 PM Perhaps my little baby boy should be diapered just in case! Daniel felt his cheeks flush red as he shuffled around in his seat. Wear a diaper to his date?! Wouldn’t that seem a bit creepy? Though….it wouldn’t be like Natalie would know anything about it, he wasn’t one to fool around on the first date. But, wearing diapers wasn’t just a sexual thing for him, they did bring him comfort, and he was feeling a bit anxious about his date with her. DiaperedLittleOne: January 19, 20xx 6:23 PM What?! – I don’t think I could wear a diaper… MommyVioletLove: January 19, 20xx 6:25PM You’re too cute! Why not? I know that you’re probably feeling a bit anxious about your date and it could calm you down! Mommy isn’t telling you to use it, plus you could always wear one of those cute little pull-ups you have so it’s not noticeable. Mommy just wants you to relax and enjoy yourself! DiaperedLittleOne: January 19, 20xx 6:30 PM Thank you, mommy. You’re really sweet. Maybe you’re right…I guess it wouldn’t hurt… MommyVioletLove: January 19, 20xx 6:33PM Mommy is always right! Anyway little one, I need to start getting ready! I hope you have a wonderful time tonight! I’m sure it will all go wonderfully! Can’t wait to hear about it *gives you lots of kisses* DiaperedLittleOne: January 19, 20xx 6:33PM Have a great night too, mommy! *blushes and kisses back* Daniel logged off and sat at his computer for a few minutes before he got up from his chair and headed to the bathroom, figuring it was about time he started to get ready as well and take a shower. Afterward, he stood in front of his closet, naked, holding onto a pull-up that he picked up one time. He held the diaper in his hands, running his fingers across it. Should he dare? It’s not like he was planning on taking Natalie back to his apartment – or going over to his. But, still, secretly he was worried about her finding out he was wearing a diaper….but…his mommy did tell him to wear. He bit his lip as he pulled the diaper on, feeling a rush of eutrophic come over him. Perhaps this would help give him the calm he needed tonight. He finished getting ready, deciding with a pair of light grey slacks and a red button down-shirt. Once he was finished getting ready he peered at his phone noticing he had about thirty minutes before he needed to be at the restaurant, but figured he might as well get there early. The restaurant was only about three blocks away, so he decided to walk. Although he was surprised to see Natalie already waiting for him when he got there, she was wearing a tight sparkling blue dress that fell just above her knees. She looked gorgeous. “H-hey!” he said as he spotted her, feeling a lump in the back of his throat. He wasn’t expecting her to be here already. “Hey, Daniel. You’re looking sharp.” Natalie said with a bright smile, and he felt his knees go weak. “Thank you…and you look stunning.” “Aw, thank you. You’re too sweet.” “Are you ready?” He asked as he headed towards the front door to open it for her. She nodded her head as they headed inside. The restaurant itself was quite busy, but thankfully Daniel thought ahead and put a reservation for both of them. “Hello, I put a reservation for 8:00 PM for Daniel Harris.” He said as they reached the host stand. He turned to smile at Natalie, still not being able to wrap his head around the fact that he got a date with her. He shifted his weight slightly, feeling the diaper press up against him. It made him feel more relaxed. It wasn’t super thick, so it wasn’t apparent under his clothes, and it wasn’t like he was going to use the diaper. “Yes, right this way, sir.” They followed them to a little table by a large window that looked outside. Daniel quickly raced for Natalie’s seat so that he could pull it out for her. “Why thank you,” she said as she sat down, him sitting down across from her, “this is a really nice place.” “Yes, it is,” Daniel replied as he sat down in his seat, feeling the diaper that he was wearing underneath, but he tried to pull his focus from that and back to Natalie. “Would you like to try some of our newest wine tonight? It’s our specialty.” The server said as he reached the table. “How much is the bottle?” Daniel asked. “The bottle itself is $50.” “We will take it,” Daniel said, the server nodded his head before leaving. “Are you sure about that?” Natalie asked. “It’s no problem,” Daniel said with a wave of his hand. He didn’t have a lot of expenses, so he was able to save up quite a bit, even though he only had a part-time job. A minute later the server returned with their wine, pouring them each a glass. Daniel wasn’t much of a drinker, but he figured it was something you did on romantic dates. The wine tasted well enough, but Natalie seemed to enjoy it more. While they sat there with their menus, they talked about everything. Daniel enjoyed learning more about Natalie. She was the oldest child of four; she had been living on her own since she was 18, she’s been a manager for the past four years (he learned she was 28 years old). That she had dreams of being a teacher and that she had her degree in Education, but hadn’t been able to get a job as a teacher as of yet. “Do you know what you wish to order?” The server asked as he returned. “I will have the salmon and pasta,” Daniel said as he handed the menu back. “Hmm, and I think I will have the shrimp scampi with a salad on the side,” Natalie replied. “Very well, I’ll put that in right away.” “Thank you,” Natalie said as she took a sip of her wine.” “Of course, no problem. Thanks for agreeing to go out with me.” “Well, you were so cute, I couldn’t help myself.” Daniel felt himself blush with those words as he quickly grabbed his wine and took a sip, trying to be discreet about the fact he was blushing. “You really are cute,” Natalie told him with a smile. “T-thank you,” Daniel said, blushing even harder this time, knowing it was futile to try to hide it. The rest of the dinner went fabulous. They continued to talk throughout the night, even about an hour after they finished their meal. Daniel never had such a perfect first date before. He felt at ease with Natalie, she was funny, smart, and there was something about her that seemed familiar. He wished the night would never end, but it wasn’t long before the two of them found them walking along the street, not wanting to say goodbye quite yet. Daniel kept staring down at her hand, wanting to reach down and grab it, but held himself back, not wanting to move too quickly. “I had a wonderful time tonight,” Natalie said as the silence between them stretched on. “I did too; hopefully we can go out again sometime.” “I would love that.” Natalie said as she glanced down at her watch, “oh my! It’s almost midnight! I have to be at the store tomorrow at seven.” “Oh, I’m sorry!” Daniel said, not realizing it was that late. Natalie laughed and shook her head. “No need to apologize; I had a really wonderful time.” “Same here, it has been a long time since I’ve had fun like this,” Daniel said, the last few dates he did have, all ended in disaster. Most of them were either super dull or just wanted a one-night stand kind of deal (with a free meal). He prided himself in trying to be a bit different than the average Joe, but of course, that didn’t mean he didn’t have his wants and desires, but he was better at ‘controlling’ himself when it came to that. “Same here, I’ve had pretty disasters relationships before; it’s hard to trust people,” Natalie said her words bringing nogalistic feeling to Daniel as he recalled his Mommy Violet mentioning something about unable to trust people, but that wasn’t an obvious sign. A lot of people have been in a lousy relationship before. He shook his head, wanting to get the thoughts out of his head. “Well, I need to get going,” Natalie said with a heavy sigh. “How about we talk tomorrow after I get off of work? We can discuss date number two?” “I would love that; let me walk you back to your place.” “Thank you, I live off of Johnston Street, in those apartments.” “That’s not far from my place,” Daniel said as they turned around and headed that way, which was only a ten-minute walk. It was such a small town that most people didn’t have vehicles if they had to go to the larger city they often just took a cab or a bus. The walk to her apartment was quiet, they had a bit of small talk, but for the most part, they just enjoyed each other’s company. They soon made it to her apartment, and he walked her up to her door. “This is it,” Natalie said as she fumbled around with her keys in her hand, “once again, thank you for tonight.” “You’re welcome,” Daniel said, taking a step closer. He wanted to kiss her but wondered if it was too soon. “I guess I should go then,” Natalie whispered, but she didn’t move from where she stood. She held the keys tightly in her grasp, also taking a step towards Daniel. Natalie was a bit taller than Daniel when she was wearing heels (he was 5’7, so she was probably about 5’5). He reached up and let his fingers gently brush against her cheek and then through her hair. They didn’t say another word as they came closer and kissed each other. Her lips were soft and a bit moist, he was assuming from the lip gloss she applied as they were walking to her apartment. They wrapped their arms around each other, as they continued to kiss. It was passionate as they pressed themselves against each other. Her hands began to run gently down his back until they reached his bottom. He was too lost in the moment even to recall the fact he was still wearing a pull-up. It wasn’t until she pressed her fingers tight against his bottom and then slowly pull away did he remember. Their kiss ended, his cheeks a bright, red. “Goodnight, Daniel.” She said giving him a small smile as she placed the key in the door. “Goodnight, Natalie.” Daniel managed to say as he waited for her to open the door and walk inside, before taking a step back. He placed his hand on his forehead – did she realize he was wearing? He took his hand and put it upon his bottom and pressed – even though he was wearing a pull-up that was a lot thinner than his regular thick diapers, it was still obvious he wasn’t wearing regular boxers. What was he going to do now?

This was a silly story written for Valentine's Day. It originally appeared on my Patreon. There's not much plot or characterization- it was just a fun little scene. If you'd like early access to story updates and new stories, please consider joining my Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/Cute_Kitten I want to thank my generous patreon supporters. Your support really does mean a lot to me! I haven't mentioned names- I didn't ask if anyone was okay with that, even just initials, and I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable. I need to ask before I'd mention names, but I'm very thankful for their support. HEART SHAPED PIZZA by CK Could he really do this? Liam stared at the big wooden high chair just waiting for him. His stomach knotted up with anxiety. He never sat in one before. Hell, he’d never done an age play scene before, especially with another person. The only times he’d ever indulged in his AB side was when he was home alone, doors locked and curtains shut. He’d put on a cute, thick, crinkly diaper, a onesie, and break out his secret stash of toddler toys. Today was a huge step for him. His first play time with another person, his girlfriend Zoe. This was her Valentine’s Day gift to him. One night, while looking at pictures on Fetlife together, he’d expressed the desire to deepen his AB indulgences. “Leave it to me!” She’d said with an excited clap of her hands. It was a whole lot of work on her part and a whole lot of blind trust on his. They’d been dating for 6 months after meeting on Fetlife. Liam was 25, a young architect and Zoe was 23 and a legal assistant at the District Attorney’s office. For both of them, this was their first serious relationship, though Zoe had more dating experience but not much age play experience. This was her first time as mommy doing something aside from checking and changing Liam’s diaper. The high chair loomed at the end of the dining room like a king’s throne. A knot formed in his throat; Liam swallowed noisily and froze in his tracks. This was too much; he couldn’t do it. Couldn’t plop his butt in that chair though deep down inside he wanted to. The people in the Fetlife photos all looked so happy in their own highchairs, so carefree and in touch with their Inner Baby. So what was stopping him? The rational part of his brain that screamed how ridiculous this was, the part of him that was ashamed of his desires to be diapered, to be dressed as a giant baby, to play with toys. “Go on, don’t be shy!” Zoe’s hands shoved on the small of his back. Her voice was chipper with enthusiasm. Liam was a big boy, just over 6 feet tall. Zoe was a shorty at barely 5 feet. Their height difference seemed like a colossal joke by the universe. Judging off appearances, tiny Zoe should’ve been the baby and big Liam the daddy. Zoe was a little pudgy, with frizzy brown curls in a mop cut. Liam was big and broad, muscled from years of working at his dad’s construction business while he put himself through architecture school. Liam stumbled forward, catching himself on the door frame. “M-maybe this wasn’t such a good idea…” He mumbled nervously. “It’s your highchair for our special meal together! Come on!” Zoe shoved harder. Despite their vast size difference, her moxie often made her seem much larger than her small stature. Liam’s fingers slipped off the wooden door frame and he stumbled into the room with a series of crinkles from his thick, plastic backed diaper. He blushed at the noise. He wore a blue t-shirt with a cartoon dragon holding a pink glittery heart on it. His diaper was a thick, crinkly ABU Peekabu with the green dragon. Zoe wore a red t-shirt with a panda bear holding a purple heart and a pink corduroy skirt and a pink bow in her hair. Liam braced his legs, stumbling forward as Zoe pushed him. He leaned his full weight back; she grunted but still pushed. “You’ve just got cold feet like our first date. C’mon. I had to drag you out then and I’ll drag you to that chair now. You’ll thank me later.” She was full of exuberant confidence, sure her boyfriend was just being shy and nervous. “This IS our first date. In a way.” He blushed harder. Their first Mommy and Baby dinner together. A dinner she’d put a lot of thought into. Something special for him. For them. Guilt twisted his heart. He really, really wanted to sit down in that high chair and let himself go, be the happy silly baby Zoe loved to fuss over, but self-disgust held him back. “Yes. So why are you being such a wet blanket?” Zoe pushed him again. He stumbled several steps forward, diaper crinkling with each one. “Because.” Liam didn’t want to say what was in his heart. Zoe was so happy; why couldn’t he just let himself go and enjoy it like she was? “Because why? You’ve been wanting this for so long. You’re just a big chicken.” She pushed him some more, grunting with the effort as he resisted more. He crinkled, feet heavy as he approached his highchair. “This is wrong!” Liam blurted out, face red and struggling to suppress his tears. The arms pushing him suddenly stopped as Zoe stepped away. She came around in front of him, reaching up so she could stroke his cheeks. “Liam? What’s going on in that head of yours?” Her tone was gentle despite her brusque words and her big blue eyes probed him. He shuddered. “I want to. I really, really do. But I’m scared. There’s a voice in my head that tells me this is wrong. That it’s disgusting. I’m disgusting and dirty and perverted for wanting this. You’ve worked so hard planning our Valentine’s and I’m ruining it. I’m sorry.” He closed his eyes; a few tears trickled out. Her thumbs wiped them away. She stood up on her tiptoes, but even then she was still too short to reach his face. She grasped his cheeks, gently but insistently tugging him down so his face was near hers. “Hey. Shh. Are we breaking any laws? Nope. Who are we hurting? No one. Okay, so our little activity is a little odd. So what? That doesn’t make it immoral or perverted.” He bit his lip, closing his eyes and leaning into her soothing touch. “How are you so confident?” “Because I know I’m right. You’re worrying about what the rest of the world supposedly thinks. But who cares what they think? You can’t please everyone. All you’ll do is stress yourself trying. You should please yourself. You should please me, too. Since I’m your girlfriend and your hot mommy.” Her tone was warm and soothing as she teased him. He sniffled and smiled. In such a short time he’d come to trust her so much. Just a few gentle words of confidence from her were enough to waylay his fears and uncertainties. She wrapped her arms around his waist, nuzzling her face against the cartoon on his babyish t-shirt. He hugged her back. Her hands drifted lower, cupping the thick plastic backed padding and giving it a squeeze, checking him. “So, you wanna be my baby?” He blushed harder and nuzzled his face against her frizzy curls. “Yes Mommy.” “Good baby. Now, lets get baby in his highchair for his special Valentine’s din-din!” Zoe cooed, giving his diapered bottom a playful pat. His diaper rustled loudly and he smiled, both shy and happy. His insides tingled. Seconds later, his bladder released into his diaper. Zoe took his hand and led him over to the highchair. He followed obediently like a good baby. The high chair was huge, even for his big frame. He climbed up in; his thick diaper made a nice cushion on the hard wooden seat. He blushed, adrenaline racing. He felt like such a baby as his diaper crinkled under him. “First we gotta get the baby ready to eat.” Zoe chirped. She tied a pink bib with little red and white hearts around his neck. He blushed some more. She followed this up with a pair of thick, padded blue mittens than rendered his hands helpless. Liam’s eyes widened and he whimpered his helpless distress. “Mommy, how will I feed myself now?” “Don’t worry, baby. That’s Mommy’s job!” Zoe tweaked his nose playfully, kissing his cheek as she slid the big tray onto the highchair. The tray clicked into place and he felt helplessly trapped, at Mommy’s mercy, and utterly babified. With that, Zoe rushed into the kitchen, leaving Liam sitting there in just his diaper, bib, and t-shirt like an overgrown baby. He wiggled; the high chair was heavy and held him steady as he ran his mitten covered hands across the plastic tray. The padding on his hands was so thick he couldn’t feel the hard plastic tray. He smiled at how helpless and little he felt. He wiggled and crinkled his bottom in excitement. All too soon Zoe was back from the kitchen, carrying a pizza box from a local pizza place. “Close your eyes.” “What?” Liam blinked, wondering what his Mommy was up to. Even sitting in his high chair, he was still bigger than her, but her stern gaze made him feel like he’d shrunk several feet. Made him feel helpless and little inside, like she towered over him. He withered under her Mommy stare, and closed his eyes like a good baby. “Good boy.” The honey in her voice melted his bones and he smiled with a faint blush. He heard the pizza box open. “Okay, now open your eyes and see your Valentine surprise!” She giggled at the silly rhyme. Liam opened his eyes. Instead of a normal round pizza, this one was shaped like a heart. Even the pepperonis were hearts. He stared, not expecting that. But it was a brilliant marketing strategy on the side of the pizza parlors. He looked up at Zoe, who beamed at him. The joy in her eyes was infectious and he grinned back then burst into giggles. Her own smile brightened even more. “Tank..thank you, Mommy. I love...wub...you.” Baby babble was one thing he’d never managed to successfully imitate. He tried, but even when he was happily playing with his baby toys and wetting his big baby diapers, he still talked like a big boy. It was as if some part of him deep inside- the same part of him that was ashamed of this whole AB thing- held him back, kept him from fully immersing himself in it. He knew how much Zoe wanted to hear him talk like a wittle baby boy, and he tried hard. But at the last second his tongue always got tied and big boy words came out. Zoe sat the pizza down on the table and put a small slice on a plastic kiddie plate before cutting it up into little pieces so she could feed him with his plastic kiddie fork. He blushed both in anticipation and embarrassment. She sat the plate down in front of him. “I love you too, baby.” “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mommy.” “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. Now, open wide for the choo-choo!” He might not be able to babble away, head lost to little space as his inner baby came fully out, but he could still make his Mommy happy. He closed his eyes and obediently opened his mouth, letting his Mommy feed him and telling the nasty voice in his head to shut up. He was going to enjoy his Valentine’s Day.

I'm not exactly sure how I am feeling. I just finished reading a book about a child growing up wanting nappies. Not exactly a new story in our community, but for me, it gripped my heart in a way most dont. It is hard for us all, I know, but for this boy, he was sissy and it was no mere fleeting fancy. The author let us into his fears and loves and I admit, I felt my heart tug a little at the loss and devastation. Have many of you ever had a relationship with someone like yourself that ended and left you heartbroken because you knew that there really wasn't another person out there for you? It is hard enough to find your soul-mate at the best of times, but when they are sissy AB like you, it is like winning the lottery and then losing it all again. Sorry about the vent, but I rarely read stories that affect me so deeply, perhaps because it could be any of us, and perhaps for some, was. Some days I can be a bit blase about relationships and how we work on them, but today, I realise that for some - like sissy ABDL - that is a lot harder to come by than I recognised. Blessings on all of you.

By the way, there was one question in the OP that wasn't actually answered, and it's an important question. If you don't know how to write a lesbian sex scene, it's probably a good idea to not write it at all, because it will come off utterly fake and forced if you do. Write what you know. You're not a woman, therefore you have no idea how two women would go about getting each other off. If you feel you must write lesbian sex scenes into your story, then have at least a conversation with a lesbian about the topic (and try to at least pretend you're not jizzing your pants) to understand it a little better.

About 10 minutes ago. While I have the house to myself for a few days, I'm taking advantage of doing something I can't normally do, and that's coming home from work, putting on a diaper and pooping in it. I'll sit in it for a while reading e-mails and catching up on the diaper sites and then I'll remove it, shower and put on a fresh diaper for the night.

Nice!

Cuz no one wants to see a fat middle-aged man with Psoriasis nearly naked lol The colors are pretty much what you see. It's a little light, even on a white background, but that's how baby diaper designs used to be, so I'm good with it

I'm not sure America has any right to claim it took a stand against slavery. It took a civil war to end it and even then it took many, many years to get civil rights, even now there are certainly questions to be asked about racism in America. Whilst it would be easier to argue about the Nazis and Communists there are still problems, especially with the former. America entered the war late, they supplied the UK but at the cost of everything the British had. I'm not saying they weren't entitled to charge as much as they wanted for their supplies but it hardly represents taking a stand. Right up until the day before Pearl Harbour the Americans wouldn't get involved militarily and a politician committing to sending troops to Europe would not be popular. Granted when they entered it helped shift the balance of the war firmly against the Germans but the Soviets were already turning the war around themselves. I won't argue about the communist part because I agree that America did take a stand along with western Europe but a lot of that was based more on geography than anything else. When people refer to others as Nazis they rarely mean they think the person is an actual National Socialist but are referring to them having far-right beliefs. A bit like how a lot of people who hold socialist views are called "commies" despite it not being a fitting term. The world in general is in a lot of trouble at the moment due to the far-right shift throughout Europe and America. Speaking as a historian I'm very worried. There are a lot of parallels between the world today and the 1930s. I can't see a way at the moment for politics to calm down and we are witnessing the rise of people being elected on ballots of intolerance and hatred. Trump is one example of that along with the rise of parties like ERG (basically a party within a party in the UK), AfD, Bolosanaro (might have messed up the spelling), Le Pen and Erdogan. There is a lot of fear about where this is heading which fuels the rhetoric on both sides. We are seeing the consequences with more people ignoring experts and science to listen to pleas to emotion. Climate change is impossible to ignore or argue that we aren't affecting it and yet nothing is being done with evidence that it may be too late, anti-vaxxers have taken hold bringing diseases that were basically no longer a problem back, we have brexit which everyone knows will make the country worse, Trump's wall which would be hilarious if not for the depressing fact that seemingly half the USA think it'll do anything... People have every right to be scared of the right at the moment, especially if you are a minority. After many years of progress we are rapidly slipping backwards into old ways that I had hoped we'd left behind. I'm trying not to get involved in the politics of the posts above (and probably failing) and focusing on the history. I'm a History graduate, I enjoy talking about it!

Wow, thats a really specific fantasy. I have all sorts of fantasies that I use to pleasure myself maybe because Ive been sleeping alone for the past decade or so. My fantasies include women and men and all sorts of wetting scenarios. I have a particular fetish about being awake and watching a female whose had too much to drink wetting her panties in my bed in her sleep and another about having a male mate realize Ive drunk peed my cot at fishing camp and then emptying his full morning bladder on me for retaliation. Im not sure I totally swing one way or the other other but I tend to fantasize more about females urinating. Ive fantasized about transsexuals (MtF) too but I guess never fully put it in my repertory.

I wrote a story with a lesbian poly family and an ABDL main character. It's still a story, dude.

I'm home! So, let me provide an update. For those of you with little appetite for reading, let me cut to the headline: I am back in full-time nappies and have been since LAX airport some 48 hours ago! Here's the details: 1. The Great Brisbane Airport Security Fail Taking on board the (probably prudent) advice from a few that after 2.5 months using nappies, I should probably wear some kind of protection on a 14 hour trans-pacific flight, I donned a Molicare pull-up under my jeans before heading off for Brisbane airport. My intent was to keep it dry (and I did) but to at least have some insurance. I was travelling with my wife and I thought it less controversial not to tell her I had it on. At security, Brisbane international is using new body scanners. I’m not sure of the technology. They seemed a little different from the US ones with which I am familiar as you stand between a pair of fixed boards rather than in a kind of ‘phone booth’ where scanners swipe around you. As usual, it was highly congested in the morning and it took some time in a queue of hundreds of people to inch forward to the hand baggage scanners and body scanners. Being familiar with these through US travel, I’d emptied all pockets and removed my belt. I was slightly disturbed by the sign that asked passengers to inform security staff of any “medical appliances” but kind of assumed this was aimed at physical devices rather than garments. Pretty much everybody was moving through the scanner with only the usual dramas caused by people failing to empty pockets. There was one guy ahead of me who failed. He was directed to one side, patted down, and then sent through the scanner again. He failed again. He was again patted down, more carefully and then sent on his way regardless. If he was a terrorist, he won. Then I failed. I was waved to one side where another security worker stepped up. He immediately patted my hips and ran his finger most fleetingly to the outer edge of my nappied crotch and stopped. Immediately he said "ok" and waved me on and we were done but he knew… It HAD to be the nappy. There was nothing else and the pat down only went to one place. He’d felt what he needed to feel and had been trained to let it drop. My wife stared daggers into my back from behind the security scanner although she never said anything. The Molicare remained dry for the flight. There was an empty seat between my wife and I for the trip over to LA and I could get up easily whenever I wanted. Despite the dehydrating nature of flight, I definitely went more than usual. As LA was my first destination, I didn’t have to worry about any more security and proceeded through immigration and customs without incident. 2. US Adventures I’m not sure if it is a consequence of 2.5 month in nappies or just being 2.5 months older but things were at best 85% normal for this trip with respect to bathroom use. I continually had low level urgency and frequency aggravated by a frustratingly slow pee rate. I can now hold off peeing for some hours but when I DO get to go, it can take a little time to get started and ages to actually finish. Many times I found myself standing there in front of a toilet, wishing I was diapered so I could just move on with my day. I spent a LOT of time in toilets ? Another fall out from 2.5 months diapered is that it seems aliens abducted my underwear. I simply couldn’t find very much of it to take away! I honestly have no idea where it has gotten to. I thought I’d moved it to my nappy-hamper so I could move my waterproof pants into my underwear drawer but when I went to pack, I could only find a few pairs! It was around day 4 in LA when we were planning some shopping that my wife reminded that I should get some underwear as well as some jeans and shirts. It was at that point I told her that I didn’t see the point because I wasn’t planning to wear underwear when I got back. Subtle eh? “How long for THIS experiment?” she immediately asked. “I don’t know” I replied. “It’s indefinite...” There was a tantrum, then some tears, and then some bargaining but compared to December last year, it was like somebody had pressed the “fast forward” button this time around and we rocketed through the whole pantomime in 20 minutes flat… The bargaining is that I will keep my nappies more carefully covered walking through the house even when I think my teenager is asleep or otherwise locked away in his room with the door shut. It would be easier if I just changed in our walk-in-robe but she didn’t seem comfortable with that. There was another request. She asked for a “break” before resumption when I first returned. On the face of it, this didn’t seem such a big ask but I wanted to understand why this would be helpful for her. She had no answer for this. As non-confrontationally as possible, I responded that since there was no specific reason, this was most likely another attempt at control that I didn’t want and wouldn't help either of us. I suspect if I’d given in to this request, then campaigning and perpetual extensions to this break would have been sought. This seemed to be (reluctantly) accepted. 3. What next? And so I returned on my Qantas flight from LAX to BNE wearing a BetterDry 247 and Gary PUL pants (emergency supplies I’d stashed in my suitcase) under my black jeans. A combination of long haul flight dehydration and general BetterDry awesomeness saw my nappy handle the flight, the trip home and a couple of cups of coffee afterwards before a nice long shower and a change. And US shopping? I have a new range of “one size too large” work dress pants and jeans. Last night I went to bed in my nappies for the first time in nearly one month. Waking up languidly empty-bladdered and comfortable in the morning was brilliant. Upon arising and changing myself, it appeared that I’d had a “wet dream” in my molicare during the night. I have absolutely no recollection of that (or anything else) happening last night as I'd been up for nearly 48 hours by the time I went to bed. It could just be some kind of SAP residue thing, I didn't do any DNA testing! I have no particular stop date for this 24x7 phase which is a bit different from last time. Presumably if I was to hold onto my job, I could bump into a similar major OS commitment this time next year but if I’d spent the intervening 12 months diapered, I may no longer have the option of leaving nappies behind. The US retail diaper range I saw was beyond dismal. I didn’t see ANYTHING I would have trusted on a shelf: least worst seemed to be the 6-tape Depends. I will continue to monitor my continence and call it as I see it in terms of letting things run on or pausing.

Chapter 32 Part 2 “Hey! What’d we miss,” Lauren asked when she and Becky and Daniel approached the table. Daniel was walking in back, strategically positioned to run if need be. “What did you guys? Buhahaha. You and your questions,” Donna said like the goody two-shoes she was, completely inexperienced at carrying a perfectly good lie through to its conclusion. Mel and Amanda stared daggers at her. Mel discreetly pinched her legs and mouthed ‘shut up’ when she turned. “Not much, just eating fair food,” Amanda answered smoothly. “Jamie’s asleep? Awww. He’s just so adorable,” Lauren said. “Well, it was his regular morning nap time, and he at some little ice cream and got drowsy.” “Why did you change his clothes,” Becky asked, kneeling down to the stroller to admire her sleeping little boy. “He leaked. Even got some on his shirt,” Amanda answered. “Daniel Allen,” Lauren scolded, “You were supposed to check him!” “18 more months of this,” Daniel muttered. No one heard. “Did you guys find anything,” Mel asked. “No. Same stuff as always. Think our potpourri from last year’s got a few months left in it. How long as Jamie been asleep?” “About a half hour.” “Do you think he’s hungry? Should we wake him and get some lunch?” “Sure,” Amanda shrugged. Please-don’t-be-drunk-please-don’t-be-drunk-please-don’t-be-drunk, she prayed silently. “Jamie … Jamie …” Rebecca sang as she shook his shoulder. “Hey, kiddo. Sorry to wake you, but we thought you might be ready for some lunch.” Jamie groggily opened his eyes. “Hi, Mom.” “Oh, just sleepyhead today. Did Uncle Danny wear you out.” “I guess so he,” he yawned as he sat up and stretched his arms. “What did you guys do?” “Saw the dogs. Cruised some chicks. Had a beer.” Mel pinched Donna as a preventive measure, and Amanda and Daniel both held their breath. Becky tut-tutted at Daniel. “Your sense of humor is wearing off on him.” “Well,” he said, “We’re guys. Guys gotta do guy things sometimes, right?” “If you say so. C’mon, Jamie,” Becky said she put him on her hip. “Hmmm. You smell like … musty peppermint.” “I’ve smelled like worse.” “Like I’ve forgotten. Why don’t you guys stay here and protect the table, and Amanda and Mel and me will bring something back,” Rebecca said. Becky carried him on her hip back toward the food section with Amanda and Mel in tow. They were feeling confident they’d gotten away with it. So was Jamie, and he wanted to get a more definitive verdict on the subject. “Hey, Mom? Are littles allowed to have alcohol?” “No, sweetie. It’s bad for you.” “It’s bad for everybody.” “Well, if you need something to take the edge off, just come find me.” “Why?” “Because this is so much better than a beer, isn’t it?” She shifted him to her shoulder, kissed him on the cheek, patted his butt, and circled the small of his back with her fingernails. He had to admit, it did take the edge off and then some. ______________________________________________________________________________ After lunch they abandoned their table and headed back toward the lake. With tents blocking every view, Jamie felt disoriented even though he’d been to the park so many times before. IT was as though everything were squeezed into the corridor of the tents, and only on the other side of them did it look like the park he knew. A book fair was occupying the field he played tag in. They headed toward the hill overlooking the lake. On the way they passed the booths for the local politicians and candidates running for office. Jamie was intrigued. From Becky’s hip he asked one of the people at a booth which one of them was running for office. A blonde in red pantsuit smiled at him condescendingly. “She couldn’t be here in person today. Would you like a sticker?” “Nope. I like it when politicians show up.” “Little has a point,” Daniel said. The woman was already fake-smiling at someone else. “What are politics like here,” Jamie asked. “What are they like where you’re from?” “You vote for the candidate you want to see in office, and if you’re smart you’re already prepared to be disappointed if they win.” “Meh. Same here.” The tents around the lake were larger canvas affairs and much more spaced out. “What’s this section,” Jamie asked. “This is the re-enactor section,” Amanda explained. “This was my favorite section when I was a kid.” “Because you were a nerd,” Mel chimed in. “Melissa! You’re gonna teach him to say mean things,” Donna protested. Jamie ran through a list of all the means things he decided not to say. So did Mel. “What are they re-enacting?” “Just like at various times in Itali history.” They walked to wear a blacksmith was making … well, not so much making as demonstrating how to hit hot iron with a hammer. It didn’t seem to be becoming anything. At the next booth, a woman was selling homemade soap and candles and jars of honey. The next was selling various homemade, supposedly, knickknacks. At the next, a man was shearing sheep while his wife spun wool. “Hmm,” Mel said, “Smells like hot sheep.” Offended, Jamie shot back, “I did not!” “Sheep,” Mel said. “Sheep. With a ‘P.’” “Oh. Sorry,” he blushed. “What are they supposed to be?” “War re-enactors. From the War of the Islands,” Amanda answered. “Nerd,” Mel whispered. “How come no one ever re-enacts peasants trying to make it through the winter,” Jamie asked. He’d always thought war re-enactors were just a bunch of guys who liked playing dress up and maybe enjoyed history, but there wasn’t much educational in watching two dozen people rush at each other across a football field and pretend to die. “Who even won?” “No one.” That sounded about right to Jamie. “Want to go watch the music,” Lauren asked. Everyone agreed. Past the lake and back in the direction of the entrance they’d come in at. The hill the park sat on sloped down there toward a drainage canal that fed into the lake. In front of the canal was stage, and in front of that an open grassy area serving as a dance floor, and in front of that running most of the way to the top of the hill were picnic tables full of people. Jamie sometimes went to events like this back home. Summer concert series in the park where local bands played covers, fairs, festivals. Always up front there were one or two couples actually dancing and groups of teen and pre-teen girls in a circle sort of dancing. Jamie’s favorite to watch were two other types of dancers. The first were the very young kids dancing alone under the watchful eye of their parents and aunts and uncles and all the adults and older kids and teens who made up their village, jerking and turning and clapping and stepping to a whole other rhythm and not in the least embarrassed by it. For them, dancing was something you did because your body just wanted to and it was fun. They were years away from when dancing became something you were supposed to be good at. He loved watching that age, especially in the summer, a golden age in a golden season. The second were the young parents who rushed on to the grass and stooped down, taking their child’s hands and dancing with nearly as much abandon as the children. Mom and dad were always smiling, and the kids were always laughing and sweating in the fading heat, and their love looked so complete, so innocent, so fulfilling and joyful it made him long for something like it, or at least the memory of it. “Who wants to dance,” Amanda asked. Mel and Donna were in. “I’ll stay here,” Jamie said. “I don’t dance.” “Of course you do,” Amanda said plainly, taking him by the wrist and leading him down to the grass. She knelt and took his shoes off and her own and then pulled near the center of the stage. The three bigs formed a haphazard triangle with him in the middle. Bewildered and embarrassed, he moved his feet a little and stayed more or less in the same spot. He wasn’t having any fun. He wanted to back and sit on the grass and watch. He was comfortable watching. He liked watching. “You can do better than that,” Amanda shouted over the music. “Do it with me!” She slowed down and did what looked to Jamie like a modified chicken dance. He chuckled and watched. “Ya gotta!” He demurred and followed her lead. He started doing what she did, only slower and less coordinated and out of sync. “My turn!” Donna stooped down and took his hand, and suddenly Jamie was spinning around and whipped out to the end of her arm’s length and then spun back in again. She took his other hand and swung her hips to the left, bringing Jamie to his right, and then to her right, bringing Jamie to her left. She pulled him close and pushed him away and pulled him close again. He was sweating and dizzy and out of breath and no longer caring if he was good at this or who was watching or how many. It was just fun, and whether there was any resemblance between the rhythm of the band and the rhythm of his body didn’t matter. Mel bent down and picked him and up, keeping one arm around his waist and another outstretched with his hand in hers. She danced like rock ‘n’ roll had just been invented, part swing and part blues with her hips gyrating and her lead arm going up and down with Jamie’s feet dangling clear off the ground. She set him back down, twirled him in a circle and grabbed his free hands, spinning until his feet left the ground and he couldn’t distinguish the stage from the crowd in the blur. Finally the song ended, all four of them out of breath and sweating and giggling. Rebecca broke into their circle and picked Jamie up so his legs were wrapped around her waist and his arms were around her neck, and as the band changed to a slow tune she laid his head against her shoulder and swayed one hip and the other and the first again as she slowly made a circle. “Mama’s handsome boy,” she whispered, rocking slow back and forth with the music playing slow and Jamie held right against her. So this is what it’s like to dance with your mom, Jamie sighed. It was better even than he imagined it.

Thank you! These are the questions I want people to ask I wanted to go for more of a mystery/drama story instead of solely focused on diaper stuff like my other work (but there will be plenty of that too later down the road lol) Hahaha! Well, I think then you would just want the next chapter right away after that lol

This turning into torture! Does she realize he wears diapers? Is she mommy Violet and recognized him as she touched his Pull-Up? I WANT TO KNOW! Great chapter. You reallyl ike to keep it tense for the readers?

Gonna be a fun day at the park! _______________________________________ Chapter 32 Part 1 “I don’t mind staying home with you. You sure you wanna go,” Becky asked. “Yes, definitely. I’ve been either at home or daycare for two weeks.” “Sorry, but …” “I know, I know: I was a very sick little boy,” he smiled. “You mentioned that a few times.” Jamie suspect she was more traumatized by it than he was. Once he was out of the woods she had been a lot more emotive, and there was hardly a time she let him be alone. If she was doing something her bedroom, she picked up whatever Jamie was playing with, and Jamie, and brought them to her bedroom. If she went somewhere, she told Amanda to keep an eye on him, as though she didn’t anyway. Jamie was sympathetic and even found it endearing, but it was wearing thin. “Well, Lauren and Danny are looking forward to seeing you, and Amanda says Mel is going to be there, too.” Jamie remembered that, and he looked forward to it. He didn’t get to see her the week after his illness, or as he took to calling, his Plague Experience. “I know. What are we celebrating again?” “It’s not exactly a celebration. Just a parade and a fair in the park.” Mel and an affair in the park – Jamie liked the sound of that. “We watch the parade and eat funnel cake and play rigged games.” Giant carnies – Jamie liked that part less. “Amanda is going to meet us up there.” They drove into the historic downtown part of their leafy suburb and parked at a brick building that looked like it didn’t belong in in a residential neighborhood. Out front was assign reading “Pancake Dinner Every Tuesday!” “What’s that,” Jamie asked. “It’s the Cayuga Club. It’s a group of people, mostly older men, who volunteer in the community and raise money for things.” “Oh.” A lot of people were around, all like water in a stream flowing to the same destination. Rebecca got Jamie out of his car seat and put him in the stroller. She’d already lathered him with sunblock before they left the house. She grabbed the diaper bag and stashed it below, then handed Jamie a big water bottle to keep with him. He’d been draining six a day even though he wasn’t dehydrated anymore. They started walking in the same direction of the crowd. Every age; littles; bigs; what passed for a dog here. Becky steered them onto a street Jamie didn’t think he’d been on before, just a block over from where they’d gone to lunch with Jane and Rosie. The street was wide and divided by grassy islands. “That one’s ours,” she said, pointing at the one she was beelining for. “We got tickets?” “No, there are not tickets. That’s just where we’ve sat since as long as I can remember. Right in front of the reviewing stand.” Behind the reviewing stand was train station. Small, old, and charming, it looked more like a small-town train station museum than a working station. Lauren was already there waiting for them with chairs set up. “Hey!” she exclaimed when she saw them. She unbuckled Jamie before Becky even stopped and picked him, pressing him to her chest as he wrapped his legs around her and she swung him back and forth saying, “There’s my big guy!” The train station swang out of sight and the next island over in, and then the train station again, then the island again. “Lauren … Lauren … Lauren!” “Oh, sorry! I just got carried away. I’m so glad to see you out and about. How are you feeling?” “Better. Much better.” “You had everyone so worried!” Jamie rolled his eyes. “You were just … so …” she started to get teary and snapped out of it. “Well, you’re fine now. That’s the important thing. And how are you,” she asked, turning to Rebecca. “Fine. Rested,” she laughed. “You know what they say: you’re only ever as happy as your least happy child. Thanks again for coming over that week. Much needed break.” “Don’t mention it. I was happy to.” “Where’s Danny?” “Getting breakfast,” Lauren said pointing to a line half a block long snaking its way out of a pastry shop. Danny eventually made his way back with a box of donuts big enough to be cakes by Jamie’s standards. “Hey! Look at you all conscious and shit,” he said. “Daniel!” Lauren gave him a shot in the ribs. “Oof! Uh, meant to say you’re looking good. Donut?” “Becky,” Lauren asked. “Sure. He’s back on regular food.” Lauren broke out some paper towels and handed one to Jamie and one to Becky. Danny handed Becky a donut the size of a sub sandwich and Jamie a smaller one that he hoped was little food. “Danny,” Lauren whined, “You can’t just give him the whole thing,” she said, taking it from Jamie and tearing it into smaller-than-bite-sized pieces. “Uh, Laurie,” Danny said, looking from Lauren to Jamie, hinting with his eyes. “Oh! What am I thinking. Sorry,” she blushed. Becky watched the exchange with a curious smile. Danny sat down next to Becky. “I called Mom and told her not to come.” “And?” “And she said didn’t plan on it.” Becky sighed. “I don’t want to see her, but I hate to think of her all by herself.” What, Jamie thought, the other fascists banned her from their meetings? Danny cast his eyes down for a second and then took Becky’s hand. “You did the right thing for you and for Jamie and for Amanda. That’s the important thing, right?” “Right.” She patted Danny’s hand and smiled. “Hey!” Jamie’s ears perked up at Amanda’s. “Ooh, donuts!” He twisted around in his chair to see Amanda and Mel helping themselves. “Bikini season is over; go nuts.” “Go donuts,” Jamie said with an idiotic smile on his face. Lamest person ever, Jamie thought, that’s you. Fortunately it didn’t seem anyone heard him. “Hey, Jamie. Remember me,” Donna said, stepping out from behind Mel and Amanda. “Hi, Donna. Good to see you again.” “I heard you were feeling sick,” she said in a voice not quite normal and not quite babyish. “But you must be feeling better because you got a donut! Do you like donuts?” “Hey, Danny,” Jamie said, “Are these little donuts?” “Yeah. Why?” “I’m gonna need another, pretty much right away.” “I got your back. We’re dudes.” Lauren had brought a chair for Amanda; Mel and Donna spread out a blanket in from of their chairs. Jamie wondered if he should or not. It wouldn’t be very nice to Donna. But Mel would like it. Maybe he could make it up to Donna later. Though it was a little shameless. “I’ll share my chair with you, Mel.” “You will? That’s so sweet of you. I can’t say no to that,” she said, turning to mouth ‘sorry’ to Donna. She picked Jamie up and sat down in his place, then set him in her lap. He leaned back into her as the announcer on the reviewing stand welcome them to the annual Founder’s Day parade and fair. The first float was from a grade school, and parents and teachers and kids walked by tossing out candy. Despite himself, seeing a roving gang of young children made Jamie nervous. They were followed by the high school marching band; a car dealership; a real estate agency; more schools; another band; a dance company; a group of older gentlemen and one woman intent on keeping the bagpipe alive in our modern world; a martial arts studio that was running out of wood to break as they reached almost the end of the route; more car dealers; a competing real estate agency; giant men in fezzes driving comically tiny cars, except there were the perfect size for a little to drive; giant men in a classic car club riding in what Jamie guessed were classic cars; what looked like a scout troop, including one mounted scout riding a gigantic horse, followed by a sweaty scout master wheeling a gigantic trash can and shovel; a veterans group; police on motorcycle, and a titanic-sized fire engine that blew its horn and set half the littles and young kids crying. When it was over, everyone stood up and started folding away their chairs and blankets and detritus. Jamie yawned and stretched his arms. “Ya tired, Jamester?” “Nah,” he lied. “Just need to get up and walk around a bit.” Mel set him on his feet and the group started walking toward the park, stopping to put things back in their cars. When they reached the park it looked transformed. The big space was filled with tents side by side filled with vendors art and crafts and clothes and holiday decorations. “Same stuff every year,” Becky said. “They’ve had that spot for as long as I can remember,” Amanda replied, pointing toward a booth right next to the crosswalk selling leather goods. “That’s what I like about it. Tradition.” They walked into the first aisle, and Jamie discovered they weren’t just casually passing through to see what there was, but were instead looking through each booth. Danny looked as bored as he did. “Ya wanna get out of here,” he asked. “Yeah,” “Hey, Beck, how about I take Jamie to find some guy stuff to do?” “Ok by me. Jamie,” Becky asked. “Sounds like fun.” “Alright. Watch him like a hawk, Daniel Allen.” Big sister meant it. Lauren giggled. “Ya know, Dan, if he goes you might actually have to change a diaper for once in your life.” “Hardy har har. Let’s go, Jamie. We can cruise chicks and hit up the hatchet throwing booth,” he said, taking the stroller from Amanda. They backtracked to the sidewalk that ran past the length of the tennis courts near where they came in. To the left was a sea of people. They started to work their way into it. Danny had a firm grip on Jamie’s hand. “Would you feel better if I rode in the stroller,” Jamie shouted. Danny nodded and lifted him in. The crowd parted more easily. This was apparently the food boulevard, set along both sides of the main sidewalk through the park. Typic fair fare. “Do you smell that, Jamie?” “What? Heart disease?” “And I suppose you’re too good for a little heart disease?” “No, just pacing myself. It’s still early.” They came out of pike, and to Jamie’s familiar playground. The last time he’d been here he’d cause a diplomatic row with one of those barbarian countries, or at least that’s how he thought of them, not that he’d ever applied the term to anyone or any place back home. He had more sympathy for cannibals in far flung jungles than for people who tortured and mutilated littles. “This is the do-gooder section,” Danny informed him, able to speak in a regular tone again. They walked past various charities with their booths set up, well-meaning people handing out flyers and information. Jamie talked to each one. He was naturally interested, and since he didn’t watch or read news it was also the first time he heard about some of the issues going on in his area. Of course, he couldn’t contribute anything but a thank you, though that seemed to be much more valuable to these people than any donation. He did, though, take a flyer from each one and stash it behind him in his stroller. At the end of the section was a pet adoption booth with animals in kennels on the ground looking pathetic, or at least as pathetic as a bear can look. “You want to check them out,” Danny asked. “Sure,” Jamie answered. He didn’t want to seem afraid in front of Daniel, which he knew was silly, but he felt that way just the same. They slowly made their way around the circle of pens. A tall woman in a gaudy living-things-love-me-and-I-love-them outfit stopped them. “You looking for a puppy for your son?” “No. And actually he’s just my nephew. He’s a recent arrival, so this is still pretty new to him.” “Oh. Does he want to maybe see one?” “I don’t know. Jamie, do you?” “Uh, sure.” There was a cage between him and them. Jamie got out of his stroller, and the three of them went through a gate into the center of the circle. They followed the woman to one of the cages where a small, by bear standards, black and white was. Danny and the woman got down on their knees next to Jamie, each with a hand on his back, and showed him it was safe by putting their palms on the cage. “See,” the woman said as the dog licked her palm, “she’s very gentle.” Jamie put his palm up to the cage slowly. He laughed when it licked him. “It tickles.” “What’s her name,” Daniel asked. “Muffin.” “That’s good,” Jamie said, “Because, ya know, she looks like a muffin.” “You want to let her out?” “Uh, no, I think that’s okay. She seems so happy … in there … doing her thing … in there.” “Then do you want to meet another?” “Sure.” They moved on to the next cage. Jamie put his hand to the bars, and the dog didn’t stir. This one actually looked content to be where it was. Jamie felt a heavy thump on this butt. “Hey! What was that for,” Jamie ask indignantly. “Oh, Bruno! How do you keep getting out,” the woman asked with exasperation. Jamie heard a long sniff and turned slightly to see Bruno with his snout an inch from Jamie’s butt. Jamie turned around and sat back. He could feel the bear’s breath from two feet away. “Now that’s a dog,” Daniel said excitedly. Judging by the size of the open cage, Bruno was the biggest one they had. Jamie felt himself sweating and his heart rate accelerate. The woman noticed. “It’s okay; he’s safe. He’s very gentle with littles. See?” She gently took Jamie’s hand and pull it closer to Bruno’s snout. Jamie was shaking. Bruno sniffed Jamie’s hand and exhaled with a blow that made Jamie pull his hand back. “Do you want to ride him?” Jamie reacted appropriately to the inquiry. “No!” “C’mon, Jamie. It’ll help you get over your fear of dogs.” “This one, too,” the woman asked. “So strange.” “I’m right here, and Bruno looks like a pussycat to me. Do you trust me,” Danny asked with his hand out. “You? Sure. Bears? Not so much.” “Honey,” the woman said, “This is a doggy.” “You’re a doggy,” Jamie said. I don’t even know what that means, he thought. “No, see,” she said, petting Bruno, “This is a doggy. A nice doggy.” “It’s alright, Jamester. Promise.” Daniel started to pick Jamie up. Jamie’s instinct to get away from the giant and the bear was locked in a struggle with his instinct to seem cool in front of Danny. He resisted only verbally. “Nah, really I’m good,” as Danny got his hands under Jamie’s arms. “Seriously, I’d rather not.” His feet were off the ground. “I said no.” Bruno was underneath him. “No means no! No means no!” I am sitting on a bear, Jamie said to himself. Maybe they have some prehistoric bulls I can run with or a megalodon to use as a bath toy. “See,” the woman said, “He doesn’t mind at all.” Jamie gave her the dirtiest look he could muster. “Interesting, that him minding seems to be your major concern. Daniel Allen, please get me down.” Daniel realized what a mistake he’d made and hurriedly complied. “Uh, thank you, miss. I think we’ve seen all we need to.” Jamie was already walking toward the gate. Daniel caught up with him. “Sorry. I didn’t realize how strongly you felt about it.” “It’s not about the bear.” “Sorry … you, uh, wanna get a beer?” “I can do that?” “Well, if you don’t tell, I won’t.” Daniel got a beer an extra cup for “water,” and the two of them sat at an empty picnic table. “I didn’t … sorry.” “You said that. Look …” Jamie still hadn’t figured out a way to say this to folks without getting angry or hurting their feelings or both. He wanted to empower people to feel confident they could interact with him person-to-person, not frighten or guilt them into treating him with kid gloves. “We can talk about it some other time.” Jamie took a drink and immediately felt tipsy. He hadn’t touched a drop since before his departure, almost half a year ago, and big beer, he could tell, had a lot more alcohol in it. “Wow,” he coughed. “That’ll put hair back on your chest.” It only took a few minutes for Jamie’s tongue to loosen. “So,” he said, “When are you gonna tell everyone Aunt Lauren is pregnant?” Daniel did a double take and unconvincingly tried to deflect. “What? She’s not … you know … your beer is, is what that question is.” Jamie ticked off on his finger, “She was emotional two weeks ago. She was emotional this morning. She was treating me like an infant. And despite her effort to hide it, she has an acne breakout on her left cheek. Hormones, hormones, baby fever, and hormones.” “I haven’t seen any acne.” “Well, your face wasn’t right here,” Jamie said, indicating with his hand how close she’d held him that morning. “You’re not gonna say anything to Becky or Amanda, right? We’re not ready to say anything yet.” “None of my business. I won’t tell anyone.” “Thank you.” “How long is a pregnancy anyway?” “18 months.” “Oh, well, I guess that give you time to paint and everything.” Daniel waved. Jamie turned around to see Amanda, Mel and Donna standing in line. They waved back. “Better finish that.” Jamie polished off the last couple swallows, and Daniel placed the cup under the table. He grinned at Jamie. “So, you got a thing for Mel.” “Yeah, a little.” “Well, you’re not alone. But nothing can come of it, you know?” “I know,” Jamie sighed. “I like her company, though, and I think she likes mine. And a little harmless physical affection …” “I get it. Not so much Donna though?” “She’s just a bit overbearing. She means well, but, well, I guess it’s obvious.” His body was absorbing more of the alcohol. He missed this feeling. No as good as those cookies but pretty damn close. “Yeah. You could say that. Here they are.” He stood up. “Hey, we saved you seats.” Donna managed to sit next to Jamie, with Amanda on the other side and Mel next to Donna. “You guys having fun,” Amanda asked. “Yeah. Uh, what did we do? Oh! We hit on those single moms who thought I was a single dad. Always a treat, right, Jamester?” Amanda was about to laugh, and then Jamie joined in. “Oh yeah, just like old times for me,” Jamie played along. He saw Amanda’s face narrow. “Uh oh.” Too late, a little voice in his head said, she’s seen you! Quietly enough not to be head but loud enough to make it clearly to Daniel how pissed she was, Amanda leaned across the table and said, “You gave him beer!?!” “What,” Daniel tried to play it off. “That’s … that’s my beer.” “Then why is it on his breath!” Amanda said, the sentence coming out as a single word. “Oh my god!” Donna jumped up, smacked her knee on the table, fell back to her seat, and jumped up again. “We have to go to the hospital! We need to call poison control! He’ll need a liver test! What it he’s already addicted!” Daniel looked at her like he was watching a parody of a farce. Mel put her hand on Donna’s shoulder and pulled her back down. Amanda told her to shut up. Jamie wasn’t feeling much pain and leaned across the table. “You know, Danny, I don’t think … we didn’t think this through … very, not very well. “He’s drunk!” Amanda stage-shouted. Mel kept one hand on Donna’s shoulder and kept her face in the other, laughing so hard she was crying. “Manda, big sis, I’ve been drunk before and this is ... is … you got a point, is what you have.” “I didn’t think he was such a lightweight,” Danny said before Amanda cut him off. “Daniel Allen! He’s five-and-a-half-feet tall!” “Ha!” Jamie honked. “That’s the third time someone’s called you by both names today.” “Mom is gonna kill you. If Aunt Laurie doesn’t first.” Yeah, you never wanna piss off a pregnant wife this bad, Jamie thought, not drunk enough to say it out loud. Amanda picked Jamie up. “And his shorts are wet!” “Well, sure,” Jamie said, “Happens sometimes to everybody sometimes when they’ve had a few too many sometimes.” He snorted at his own joke. Mel still hadn’t said a word, but squeals of laughter were escaping around her palm. Donna was on the verge of hyperventilating. Amanda sighed. “Mel, can you go get Jamie a soda and some little peppermint ice cream. And maybe a paper bag for Donna. Mom and Laurie were looking at some lawn ornaments or something. Maybe we can hide this.” “Woah,” Donna righteously but at least not loudly said, “I’m not okay with that. Your mom needs to know!” “Hey Donna,” Jamie said with a smoother voice than he could ever manage sober, “If you promise not to say anything, you can change my diaper and feed me that ice cream.” “Okay!” Amanda rolled her eyes so hard the springs almost broke. Mel went on her errand. “Well, Daniel, now would be the time to offer him some smokes and a hooker.” “I don’t smoke,” Jamie answered, cracking himself up. Amanda sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Daniel, go find Mom and Aunt Laurie and stall them or something.” She handed Donna the diaper bag from under the stroller and Jamie from her hip. “Less than five minutes, please. There’s a change of clothes in there. his shirt, too, not just his shorts.” The line at the bathroom being quite long, Donna headed for a shade tree. Jamie wasn’t feel especially inhibited. Whether trying to help the situation or wanting to show how good she was at it, she kept it short but managed to get in a tummy raspberry, which Jamie found unusually hilarious even as the buzz was wearing off. “Good as new,” Donna reported when she brought him back. Mel was already back, having cut the line by declaring it an ice cream emergency. Donna held the cup up, and Jamie took a long couple pulls on the caffeine. Donna prepared a spoonful of ice cream. “Here comes the airplane …” My god, she’s a piece of work, Jamie, Amanda, and Mel simultaneously thought. “Donna! Tick tock. Just cover the smell, please.” Donna grimaced but did as she was told, making sure Jamie got plenty around his mouth, and Jamie helped out by rubbing it along his gums with his tongue. “Sorry, Manda,” he said. “Did you know how strong the beer was?” “Well, I figured it out after a few swallows.” “So you’re not 100% blameless but for your sake and Daniel’s sake we’re gonna pretend you are. But if this ever happens again you will sleep standing in the corner, buster. For a month.” “Argh,” Jamie said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Brain freeze? Well, that’s your punishment.” “All done,” Donna announced like she was now having a great time. “Thank you.” Jamie started to get drowsy. Mel saw him wobble a bit. “Maybe mixing little food and alcohol wasn’t the best idea.” “It’s perfect. If Mom asks why he’s being goofy we can blame the ice cream,” she responded. “But a nap is a good idea anyway. Best if you’re asleep when they find us.” She adjusted the stroller for him to lay flat, laid him in, and pulled the canopy over him. “Hey, Manda?” “What?” “A lot of drama happens at this park.” That was the straw that broke the camel’s back for Amanda, who couldn’t help laughing. She kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll wake you up in an hour.”

I disagree with one part of your message, but respect your opinions and wish you a great day!

The first I put on a diaper and pined it tightly and pulled up the rubber pants I was totally turned on and shot off immediately. I did not change for it was evening and I vowed to sleep in this diaper and I peed in it several times and came again and in the morning I peed again a lot and came again and left it on for some time and yes I pooped in it. It was a real sexual turn on and still is. I now have locking rubber pants and also plastic. Nothing like feeling you are locked in by someone else.

Part Ten "Wow, that is a very sexy dress." "Yes mam, very short too, should bring a hot mama like you a lot of attention while out at the bar." His wife and the attractive saleswoman chatted like they were best friends. They giggled like two school girls whispering who knows what into each other's ears. He could not determine if the saleswoman simply wanted the nice commission from all the new clothing piling into the shopping carts or if she genuinely liked his wife. He would soon find out. "I need something special for tonight." "I have just the right outfit that will have your little girl's best friend so turned on that you will not be wearing it very long." "That is the kind of special I was talking about...show me, show me now." He watched as the lady skipped over to a very skimpy leather skirt and pulled it from the hanger. She then grabbed a salty button down blouse that was was cut off at the mid section. He had never seen his wife wear such provocative clothing even when they first started dating. "You need to try this sexy outfit on, do you mind if I go into the dressing room with you?" "Sure, why not." The two woman went into the dressing room and he was left outside by himself. Just as he thought about wondering away his wife peeked her head out of the dressing room door. "I am so sorry little girl, I forgot that you are nothing but my baby now. Get in her before someone tries to steal my little girl." "Yes Mommy." He entered the now very crowded dressing room, crinkling with every step. "Your little girl sure is crinkly." "She sure is, little girl even though I invited you in here I want you to turn around and face the corner while Mommy tries on this outfit." "Yes Mommy." He turned around and stuffed his nose in the corner. He heard his wife start to pull down her pants and suddenly the sales lady screamed out. "Oh no way...no, no, no no, way. Single girls do not wear panties like that. You may be a Mommy but you sure the hell are not a grandmother. I will be right back." The lady left and there was a weird silence in the dressing room. What was there to be said. His wife was shopping for the perfect outfit to help entice his best friend to fuck her tonight. The lady returned quickly. "Here is something more fitting for a woman who will soon be dating. Let's get those granny panties off and get you into something much sexier." She was very excited. For years she had worn full cotton, high cut briefs as she simply was not sexually attracted to her husband. Why wear something sexy for a baby that snuck around wearing diapers. Her life was changing and it was changing right this very instant. As the lady handed her a pair of lacy and very sexy black thongs their eyes made contact with one another. The stranger's eyes were filled with lust. Never in her life had she found a woman attractive but this saleswoman was really turning her on sexually. She noticed that her large, milk filled beasts where practically popping out of her shirt as she bent down to remove her panties. "You will definitely have to do something with this hairy mess if you plan to find a new lover." She felt the saleswoman playfully tug on her overgrown bush and could no longer help herself. "Did you just touch my pussy?" "Oh, I am so sorry mam." "Do not be, in fact touch me some more." She pulled the sexy lady up to her closely and without hesitating kissed her passionately. She responded to her advances, pushing her tongue deep into her mouth. She felt the lady start to slowly move her hand down to her dripping pussy and she pushed her hand away." "That is reserved for my husband's best friend. I can touch you tough." With that said she aggressively ripped the overwhelmed saleslady's shirt off and her swollen tits immediately popped out from her bra. She forcefully reached for one of her engorged nipples and squeezed hard. She was startled as her hard nipple started to squirt a large amount of milk. "I told you mam, I am a new Mommy just like you and I am breastfeeding. Before you decided to grope me in this dressing room I was about to pump my swollen breasts. They are actually starting to hurt." "Hmm...I have an idea. Sit down on the dressing room bench you little lactating sale's slut." She had no idea where her new found dominance was coming from. After years of pent up sexual frustration she was ready to explode and exploding was exactly what she was doing." "Take your shirt and bra off. I am going to have my little girl feed on your tits while I feed on your pussy." With his nose still placed firmly in the corner of the dressing room he could only hear what was happening behind him. His wife was cheating on him for the first time with a total stranger and she was a woman. "Get over here little girl and lay across this slut's lap. She is going to earn her comission today." He quickly did as he was told and laid across the saleswoman's lap. She was wanton with lust and gently guided his mouth to one of her very large and very swollen breasts. "Suck those titties little girl. Make your Mommy proud. Show this young slut how hungry you are." Almost immediately, as his mouth latched on to her hard nipple, it started to fill with her milk. His mouth was practically overflowing when his wife shouted out. "Swallow that bitch's milk little girl." He did as we was told and it was the most amazing thing he had ever tasted in his life. Her milk was magically sweet and he began to suckle harder and harder filling his mouth and belly with more and more Mommy milk. Loud suckling noises filled the tiny dressing room. Once her tit was emptied she coaxed the hungry little girl to her other bulging milk supply. His wife got down on her kness as her little girl was nursing and spread the saleswoman's legs wide apart. Her dress rode up revealing her skimpy little panties which were no match for her growing arousal. Her pussy was over flowing with desire and she wanted to taste it. "Spread your legs bitch. I am going to eat your wet pussy now." She pulled down her soaked panties and stuffed them into her mouth at the same time her mouth met her hot pussy. The saleswoman bucked her hips wildly as her tongue went as deep into her pussy as it possibly could go. Although she had never tasted another woman's pussy she did know what her pussy tasted like as she often sampled herself by licking her dildo after she had fucked herself. She loved her taste. "You taste good slut....what...what the fuck...what do you think you are you doing you little whore?" She noticed that the saleswoman's hand was rubbing the front of her little girl's diaper. Her husband stopped suckling and turned and looked at his wife with a cute little milk moustache. "Are you molesting my little girl? Do you want to fuck her? "Um....oh....um...I don't know mam, I just need to...um...fuck right now. I am a desperate submissive little slut that needs to get off so bad. I will do whatever you say mam, just pleeeeese let me cum." "Well my little girl's wee wee will be worthless to your stretched out pussy since you just had a baby of your own but I have a better idea." "Little girl, pop that slut's titty out of your mouth, pull your panties off, and lay down on the floor." He quickly did as Mommy said as his wee wee started to harden inside of his diaper. He had already wet himself several times and was almost in need of a diaper change. "You wanted to fuck my little girl you molesting slut so get down on the floor and fuck her, now!" "I do not understand, mam? Do you want me to take her diaper off and actually fuck her tiny little thingy?" "No bitch. I want you to get your skanky whore ass on the ground, spread your legs, and start humping my little girl's wet diaper with your drooling pussy." "Yes mam." He laid there in complete shock. Was this all a dream or was this really happening. The saleswoman got on the floor and quickly scissored her legs with him. Her felt her warm pussy push hard against his squishy diaper. This was really going to happen. The saleswoman started humping her husband slow at first, adjusting to the feel of her little girl's wet diaper. "That's it you two cute, little sluts. Fuck each other. Rub your wet pussies together. This is the first time my little girl has had lesbian sex." As the two of them humped each other slowly he watched as his wife sat down on the dressing room bench and started to play with her own pussy. She owned both of them now and knew it. His wee wee quickly began to react to the saleswoman's wet pussy and he knew it would not be much longer before he would make his girly gooies in his diaper. She also seemed to be getting close as she started to softly moan and began grinding her pussy faster and faster against his used diaper. "Thats it, you are making such crinkles on your tinkles. Fuck my little girl's diaper slut. Fuck it until your pussy creams all over it." "Oh...oh...yes mam...oh...oh...I am going to cum...I am going to cum all over your little girl's diaper." She bucked aginst him wildly and screamed out loud. He felt his own release fill his diaper and looked up at his Mommy. She had started to rub her clit frantically and she too was beginning to cum. "Oh...oh yes...fuck...I am cuming. I am creaming all over your little girl's pamper mam." "I am cumming too...yes...I am filling my diaper with my girly goo goos ." "I am cumming too you pathetic sluts...oh yes...ahhhhhh...ugh...." And then there was nothing but silence.

There is a common habit practiced to reduce water intake as to avoid one sleep wetting. Doctors tell parents "no fluids after 6pm if you wish your child not to bedwet" Parents force this on their young children, some children grow up thinking this is factual -- if one doesn't drink, one can control the quantity of urine produced and ones need to void. THIS IS INCORRECT IN SO MANY LEVELS. Urine is produced by the kidneys filtering impurities from the blood. The strength of urine is based on the quantity of water in the body and the bodies need to rest. Asleep, the body locks vasprossen to water compound. As a result, in simple terms, the 3 element compound is too big to fit through a 2 element sized hole sieve. Therefore, vasprossen causes a sleeping person to retain water in the blood rather than place same in bladder. As a result, overnighy, the bladder does not fill to void level but the concentration increases to just below what the bladder walls can handle. Much around with water level and concentration increased high enough to cause the bladder irratation and to void. Without water balance in blood, the blood starts to fail as the only transportation system within the body. Therefore, sleeping does not allow one to rest and recover. In extreme cases, dehydration causes death of muscles etc due to suffocation. Please please people... a wet diaper takes approx 10 mins or less to change. Do not dehydrate to save youself changing a wet diaper. A non diaper dependent adult needs to void 800 to 2000ml per day... that is six visits to a bathroom. In a 14+ hour day, that is every 2 to 3 hours. Most diapers can last 5 to 6 hours (a diaper dependant adult usually voids up to 200ml per time) ... that is 3 visits to a bathroom.

#1 Evolution has created skin, mouth and nose (to allow food, liquid and air in) and an excretory process to allow stuff out. As a result, humans can survive in what essentially is, a toxic environment. #2 When the medical industry sees a person older than 2-3, wearing a diaper, to them it seems is that the person is 'broken' and that they must fix the broken person. #3 Incontinence is a side effect. It is never the primary issue. Also, conservation of energy / resources causes the body to accept incontinence which makes same incurable. #1, #2 and #3 does not stop medical industry attempts. In my humble opinion, maybe they should take a leaf from a quote alleged to be from Albert Einstein. " Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results. " Most here have seen the implementation of this stupidity, and cause Doctors bury their mistakes, we tend to believe in the stupidity. wearer 24/7, I applaud you, not for your choice to wear diaper (what you wear is nobodies business but your own), for your choice to make that choice and not to be swayed by a urologist perception of what is right and and wrong.

I pee heavily in my sleep so if my nappy leaks it leaks.

So I owe you all an exciting update! I have finally succeeded in my stent engineering! I have been incontinent for 11 days now-- by far my longest 24/7 streak since I was a helpless infant!! On January 18th I made a new modified version of what I posted here on December 13th (using dlnoir's original concept) but instead used the a deflated 16fr silicone foley catheter. I used a catheter for tubing this time for a few reasons: Medical Grade Silicone: They come sterilized out of the package and are engineered to accomplish the exact task & drainage we need. The Diameter: 16fr catheters have an OD of 5.333 mm vs. the 6 mm I was using on food-grade silicone tubing, so this allows for easier insertion of the O-Rings (esp. past the meatus). Proper Specifications: The tip for insertion is perfect and ready to go, (no more need to roll-in the tubing). Of course they can be cut to any length. Also and very important from a prior concern, is it cannot be pinched via sphincters OR kinked from actions like sitting. This is because it has thicker silicone walls (smaller ID) than the food-grade silicone 6mm OD / 4mm ID (only 1mm thick). I only had to purchase one thing and found some really SMOOTH rubber end caps that can be purchased in 3-8mm IDs: I downsized the caps a millimeter, using the 4mm ID caps to keep the fit as snug as possible. Just used the leather punch to get a clean hole on the end (actually semi-difficult due to the length of the cap). Here's the design that is currently installed and working like a champ (drip drip drip.. GUSH!) I really thought I would have gotten tired of it by now, but I don't even want to take it out!!!! I live in North Dakota so there has been very little need to leave the house with the crazy cold temperatures and blizzards lately. Though.... I did drink a ton of water and then hit up the grocery store and dripped on every footstep!! That was actually REALLY nerve-rackingly awesome! It wasn't until THAT MOMENT that it sunk in that I am REALLY depending on this diaper and if it lets me down, I WILL HUMILIATE MYSELF SO BADLY in front of all these people... and I really couldn't think of any back-up plan with no spare diapers with me, constantly checking for wet spots, etc..... In reality, when I got home I found the diaper (PeekABU) had like a whole day of capacity left... but I could have SWORN at the time with the amount of pee coming out I better "waddle through" the isles, pushing my cart... it was VERY... exhilarating! It seems to stay in place perfectly. I tested every position and it wouldn't budge, so I tried some sit-ups which did cause it to slip in a couple inches-- was really easy to pull it back into place though. It locks there well and is easy to know when it's installed. A simple kegel exercise will lift the bladder floor by about 1cm-- you can see this in the retrieval string. Also amazing to see how much a diaper can swell if you just drip the whole time. NOW, my dream to become a bedwetter from this stent did not come true. I cannot involuntarily pee while laying down. That is the biggest issue with the stent design and what has educated me on how important our detrusor muscle must be in the process of urinating. I can initiate a piss while laying on my back because the detrusor gets the signal from the brain to contract the bladder. It appears if you're not upright (standing or sitting in some positions), the bladder will not drain-- and that's what this design accomplishes, a gravitational drain. I bought a donut cushion for my computer desk so it still drains when sitting. But unless you sleep in a chair or inversion table, I don't think this is going to help in bedwetting. This makes sense if you just look at the human anatomy-- sorry if this grosses anyone out (doubtful in this thread)... but here is a (REALLY helpful) human cadaver sawed in half with the bladder & sphincters highlighted in green: You probably notice right away what will happen if you lay on your back-- all of the urine will collect beneath where it exits the bladder. Waiting for the bladder to fill, for some unknown reason doesn't seem to work for me either. I have to initiate it so the detrusor contracts. Maybe I can try sleeping on my stomach, but my attempts of that have so far been uncomfortable. Wish there was an answer to this bedwetting epidemic! Anyways, that's it for now. Will have to take this out on Saturday at the latest for the Super Bowl on Sunday.... hope the functions return to normal, can't imagine wearing a diaper around my closest friends I've known since middle school who now have babies of their own in diapers.

Sounds tasty. Are they fruit flavored?

I remember reading a story here but can't find it any more. the plot goes like this, a woman is abducted to a facility along with other people. collars are attached to them with different collar. some are treated like babies and others like pregnant mothers. I remember there was a scene in which a mother gave birth to an adult female. can anyone remember the name of this story or where can I find it ?

"I believe I found a cure." Cheryl played those words over and over again in her head. Almost in disbelief. She was shocked. After so long, such hardship and so much pain for the both of them, it could finally be over. She could once again have her happy little boy again, and get her life back together. "Cheryl? You ok?" Kayle asked waving her hand in front of the mother's face to snap her out of it. Shaking her head she came back to reality. "Sorry. It's been too long since I thought we were going to make it through this but..." Cheryl was cut off by the doctor. "But this has a high chance of killing him. If he does live, I dont know what it will do to him. It might work and he can finally stay here but he may also become a vegetable too. I dont know." The uncertainty in the doctors voice had Cheryl worried. The haunting thoughts came back, this time with new ones. "Can't you keep trying?" She asked with a noticeable amount of worry in her voice. "No. I cant make anything new. He only has about a week left before most humans die. And it's too late to send him to his own Dimension. His blood would boil as soon as he goes back after the number of dosages he has recieved." She responded. Cheryl looked over again at Mikey and started crying again. Kayle leaned again across the chair and held Cheryl, hugging her tightly. "Look, we've gotten this far. I've been with you every step of the way. And no matter what I'll be there." She knew that this is what she needed right now. Cheryl wrapped her arms around the doctor, her friend. "Thank you." She said. _________________________________ Dr. Faulner had a team standing by to help if anything were to go wrong with what happened next. Cheryl was just outside if the room with the door closed, afraid to hear what was going on yet close by for her. She said her goodbyes, gave him a kiss and promised to be there for her Mikey. The mother couldnt take the stress any longer. With needle in one hand and the IV tube in the other, Dr. Faulner began. "Please God, let today be a lucky day for us all." With that said, she depressed the plunger and watched the red serum flow through the clear plastic tubing. The only sound in the room was the sound of the heartbeat monitor beeping. Beep. Beep. Beep. Everyone held their breath. The moment went on for what felt like fifteen minutes had gone by. Suddenly the monitor started to speed up. Mikey's eyes opened, and he started screaming bloody murder. "He woke up from the sedatives", "His blood pressure is rising steadily and his heart rate has leveled at 196." The other doctors and nurses started firing off what was happening at Dr. Faulner. She took a deep breath. "Get the defibrillators and shock him, now!" Upon finishing that statement, Mikey stopped screaming and passed out. "Wait! His heart rate is decreasing steadily. And so is his blood pressure", "The sedatives appear to be kicking back in", "Heartrate is bottoming out at 58 BPM. Blood pressure is still high, just above normal levels." The room chattered. All who were present were still trying to comprehend what had just happened. "He has entered REM and appears to be fine." Dr. Faulner let out a long sigh of relief. "Stop administering sedatives and standby." The anesthesiologist, put a choke on the IV drip of the sedative and waited. Dr. Faulner stepped out of the room to inform Cheryl things were going well so far. "What's going on? Is he ok? Tell me he hasn't..." Cheryl fired questions off as quick as she could before being cut off. "Cheryl. Calm down." Kayle said. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I'm sorry. Im just scared." "I know. So are all of us. He is fine now. Some of him is still there, but we wont know until he wakes up. So far, this could have been an unlucky day. But so far its turned lucky for us." Kayle smiled. She was glad Mikey made it. But there were still too many unknowns. "You should get some sleep. The are nurse's quarters are just at the end of the hall you can sleep in. Get some rest. I'll get you once he is up." "Thank you Kayle. I-I couldn't have made it this far without your help." Cheryl finally had hope again. She smiled and hugged the doctor, her friend and went to go get some sleep. _________________________________ Months had passed since everything happened. Cheryl was back at work, house repaired, threats gone and most problems were solved. Damage had been done to all of them, and no matter the hardships, they stuck together. The serum Dr. Kayle Faulner had founded that day worked as far as anyone could tell. All the injuries he had, had healed and he was back to perfect health. There was just one single problem. Mikey, never woke up that day. And everyone is still waiting.