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Chapter Five Gabriella woke up the following morning in a sort of daze. She placed her hand to her forehead trying to recall the previous day’s events, as well as last night. She had that strange dream again. Someone was whispering to her, so close to her ear. What were they saying? All she could remember was a soft, warm voice telling her to do something…but what? She was giving herself a headache trying to remember. She let out a stretch and a yawn, as she pulled back the covers and looked down – noticing the pull-up she was wearing. She felt her cheeks burn slightly as she reached down and touched the pink garment; it felt a bit cool and damp. She had another accident last night while she was asleep. She sighed when she heard the door of her bedroom open, and Miss Molly walked inside. “Good morning, Gabby. Today is Sunday! Time to get up so we can have breakfast and then get ready for church.” Gabriella didn’t say anything as Miss Molly strode over to her and placed her hand gently over the pull-up. “Looks like our little girl had another accident last night, nothing to fret about though. I’m going to go get you a clean diaper and get you changed and ready.” Miss Molly gave her a warm smile before she got up and walked out of the room. Gabriella couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with her. Why was she lying down in a wet pull-up waiting for someone to change her? She wouldn’t have acted like this a few weeks ago. She would have put up a fight and probably stormed out of the house. But, she honestly didn’t care anymore. Part of her thought that it probably was a good idea for her to wear pull-ups if she was going to keep having accidents at night like this. “Here we go, sweetie.” Miss Molly soon returned with a regular adult-sized diaper this time, not a pull-up, and a bag of wipes. “Let’s get you all nice and clean.” Gabriella laid there quietly as Miss Molly slowly pulled the tabs from the pull-up off and wrapped it together and set it aside. She then grabbed a few wipes and cleaned up Gabriella carefully going over her private parts. When she felt content she was clean enough; Miss Molly placed the wipes with the pull-up before sliding the clean diaper under Gabriella. “You're such a good young lady, not putting up a fight!” Miss Molly praised her as she pulled the front of the diaper up and tightened up the tabs, so they didn't lose. “Okay, let’s pick out a pretty Sunday dress for you to wear!” She walked over to the closet and soon pulled out a light pink dress, with purple and blue flowers swirled around the bottom of the dress. It was puffed up a bit as well, a bit fancier than the dresses that Gabriella wore daily. Miss Molly walked over to her and helped her get into the dress before taking her hand and heading towards the door. “Alright, dear. Let’s get some breakfast real fast before we head off to church. I made pancakes this morning!” “Sounds good, Miss Molly,” Gabriella said with a soft smile as she was led by her hand out of the room and down the stairs into the kitchen. She felt the diaper rubbing against her inner thighs with each step. It felt just as soft as the pull-up, the only difference being the increased thickness. Waiting for her, like always, was pancakes pre-cut for Gabriella when she made her way to the table, sitting down as she patiently waited for them to say grace so she could eat. “Here is some apple juice, dear.” Miss Molly reached down and handed her a pink cup filled with apple juice. “Thank you, Miss Molly.” A moment later Mr. Deacon came down, giving a kiss on his wife’s cheek, saying good morning to Gabriella, before sitting down. “Dear Lord we thank you for this meal,” Mr. Deacon said, folding his hands and lowering his head, “we thank you for waking up this morning, for this beautiful day that we may worship You. I ask you to continue to watch for us and lead us Your way. Amen.” “Amen.” Gabriella and Miss Molly spoke together as they began to eat. The pancakes were absolutely delicious, light and fluffy. If there was one thing she was going to miss when she headed back to school, it would be this food! Afterward, Gabriella helped Miss Molly clear up the table before they rushed off to service. The church building itself was only a few blocks away, so they walked instead of taking the car. Miss Molly held onto Gabriella’s hand like always as she waved to all the other ladies and their husbands that they passed by. Gabriella would wave a quick hello as well, feeling a bit little as she walked to church with a thick diaper between her legs. “Good morning, Gabby. Don’t you look adorable today?” Miss Leslie said as they entered the church building. “Good morning, Molly and Gabby, dear. What a beautiful Sunday morning.” Another lady came up to hug Miss Molly and gave Gabby a quick pinch on the cheek. “Don’t forget we are having lunch at our house after service,” Miss Molly told her. “Oh yes, we will be there. I baked my famous apple pie for it!” The two ladies (and a few others came over) started to talk for a few minutes as Gabriella stood off to the side and looked around. The church building was pretty small, but so was the town. There was perhaps only about fifty or so people in the building and Gabriella was the youngest one there. Soon a familiar feeling pressed against her bladder and she felt her cheeks grow slightly red but pushed the thought away. Service was about to start in a few minutes, so there was no time for her to use the bathroom. She could hold it until they got home, she had a pretty strong bladder, so she was confident she wouldn’t have an accident. “Come on, Gabby. Let’s go to our seat. Mr. Deacon is giving me that look.” Miss Molly said soon, grabbing hold of Gabriella’s hand and leading her to the front of the church to sit down. The normally hard pew was surprisingly comfortable thanks to her cushy diaper. After about twenty minutes of singing hymns, Mr. Deacon came up to the pulpit and started to preach. Gabriella was anxious; the pressure on her bladder was starting to build up. She tried to remain still in her seat, pressing her thighs together to try to help. Another twenty minutes went by, and it didn’t feel like Mr. Deacon was any closer to finishing up his sermon. She sighed slightly as she turned to look at Miss Molly who had her head in her bible with a notebook to the side, taking notes diligently. Gabriella bit her lip, wiggling slightly in her seat, the urge was growing even more urgent. Just because you’re wearing a diaper, doesn’t mean you should use it. You’re not a baby, after all, you’re…you might have had an accident at night…but this is different! It’s okay; all little girls wet their diapers... The other voice was faint at first in the back of her mind, but grew louder, causing it to push away her common sense to the fact that she was a grown woman and shouldn’t be wetting or wearing a diaper. No, you can’t... It’s okay... This doesn’t feel right... It’s perfectly normal... The voices in her mind were battling it out to take control, getting stronger by the moment. Her head felt cloudy and distant. You’re twenty years old…you have outgrown diapers a long time ago. The service will be over soon, and you can wait till then. But, Miss Molly said that it would be okay, that this is how it should be. It’s okay to let go. But…we aren’t... Let go, just let go. The other voice won, and before Gabriella knew it, she felt herself filling the diaper with her warm wetness. She felt the diaper expand slightly, filling up more than she thought it would. She felt her cheeks burn as she lowered her head, feeling embarrassed as she finished filling up her diaper in the middle of a church service. She bit her lip slightly as she twisted in her seat, unable to ignore the feeling of the warm and wet diaper between her legs. She had to continue to sit like that for another fifteen minutes before thankfully Mr. Deacon said his closing message, they prayed and sang one more hymn before they were all dismissed. “Is everything alright, dear?” Miss Molly asked her once everyone started to get up. “Yes, Miss Molly,” Gabriella said softly, forcing a small smile she hopped out of her seat, feeling herself having a bit of a waddle as she walked. “We need to hurry; everyone is coming over today for lunch,” Miss Molly said as she grabbed Gabriella’s hand and tried to rush out of the church (which took about fifteen minutes, because she kept getting caught up in conversations). The whole time Gabriella couldn’t help but think of what Miss Molly was going to do when she found out she had wet herself. Was she going to be mad? What was she going to do? So many thoughts went in her mind, which just caused her to blush even more. She was happy once they managed to make their escape and was back home, but before she could sneak upstairs to change, Miss Molly had her helping her prepare for their company that would be coming over in just a few minutes. About twenty minutes later the house was filled with their neighbors. Miss Molly greeted everyone in as they all took seats around the kitchen table as well as in the living room (as they were connected). Miss Molly walked over to Gabriella holding something in her hand. It was a purple sippy cup with a white lid. Gabriella felt her face blush harder than it already was, not objecting as she slowly took the cup from Miss Molly. “We don’t want you to have any accidents by spilling juice all over my nice table cloth.” The word accident caused Gabriella to feel uneasy as she shifted her weight. Miss Molly gave her an odd look, looking her over as if she noticed something out of the ordinary. Gabriella quickly looked away from her, not wanting her to see. She closed her eyes tightly, hoping that Miss Molly would walk away. But yet, there was still a small part of her that wished… after all she was starting to get uncomfortable with the wet diaper between her legs. Oh, no. Please... It’s okay…just tell her…all little girls have their diapers changed... The still small voice grew louder in her head as she felt Miss Molly grabbed hold of her hand. “We will be back in just a few minutes everyone,” Miss Molly called out; everyone stopped their conversations with each other to stop and look at her, “Gabby here needs a diaper change. We will be right back.” “Aww, poor girl! Hopefully, she hasn’t been sitting in a wet diaper too long.” One of the women called out. “Wouldn’t want her to get a rash.” Gabriella felt her cheeks burn like nothing before; she dropped her head as Miss Molly led her upstairs. She didn’t think she could feel more embarrassed as she did at that moment; she felt tears start to fill up her eyes as Miss Molly brought her into her room. This was different than having an accident in her sleep since that was something she more or less couldn’t help, but this... she filled her diaper on purpose and she couldn’t bring herself to accept it. This doesn’t feel right… “Oh, honey,” Miss Molly said as she noticed that Gabriella was on the brink of tears. The two of them sat on the bed and Miss Molly wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close. “These things happen — no need to be embarrassed. Next time you need to tell me when you need changing, you don’t want to be stuck in a wet or dirty diaper for too long. You’ll start to get sore.” Gabriella couldn’t bring her eyes to look at Miss Molly but just nodded her head, trying to hold back her tears. “Come on, let’s get you out of that wet diaper and put you in a fresh one so we can go down and eat.” Miss Molly kissed her gently on the forehead as she laid her down, before grabbing a diaper, a box of wipes, and a bottle of baby powder from the closet. Gabriella laid on the bed still, a million emotions and thoughts going through her mind. Miss Molly stood up as she lifted up Gabriella’s dress to reveal the full diaper that was between her legs. Gabriella looked away. Miss Molly gently pulled at the tabs of the diaper, removing the diaper down as she grabbed a handful of wipes and carefully wiped Gabriella clean. She closed her eyes tightly, but deep down inside, the still small voice was whispering to her once again. It’s okay to be a little girl, and you know you want it, you know you like it... The voice was familiar like she heard it before. She felt a hazy cloud envelope her mind, making it harder to focus her thoughts. She opened her eyes and peeked as Miss Molly continued to wipe her down, placing the used wipes inside of the used diaper. She wiggled slightly, biting her lip as she felt Miss Molly raise her legs to slide a new diaper underneath her. After dusting her bottom with powder, she pulled the diaper over her and taped up it snug. “There we go,” Miss Molly said as she pulled down Gabriella’s dress, “now let’s go back downstairs, Gabby. Now remember if you have another accident, just come tell me and I will change you into a fresh diaper.” “Thank you,” Gabriella whispered, secretly feeling better now that she was in a dry diaper. The two of them headed back downstairs, with Gabriella still dazed and unfocused, like she was only half-awake. Everything that happened for the next hour was an indistinct blur for her, as she was doted on and fussed over by all the ladies. She recalled a few specific moments, like one of them tying what appeared to be a bib around her neck. Later, another lady was wiping her mouth with said bib and smiling affectionately; she guessed that they must’ve been spoon-feeding her. She felt one of their hands on the back of her diaper at one point; probably checking her, no doubt. But through all this cooing and pinching her cheeks and feeding, Gabriella didn’t care. She was so lost in the haze of it all that she didn’t find any of it weird or objectionable. She obediently opened her mouth when someone fed her; she never flinched when someone lifted her dress to pat her diaper; it no longer irked her when someone called her Gabby. They kept giving her drinks and she no longer thought twice about the fact she was drinking from a sippy cup. All the while, the distant voice encouraged her. Just let it happen... You know this is how it should be... A little over an hour later, Gabriella felt as if her bladder was full once more (which didn’t surprise her, considering all the drinks she had). This time she was more willing to wet her diaper than before. However, another sensation was brewing in her bowels as she felt her stomach cramp up. She bit her lip as she looked around the room. Miss Molly and Mr. Deacon were talking to another couple. She moaned slightly as she bent over, pressing her hands against her stomach as the cramps continued. What was she going to do?

This is a continuation of my other story, Unlucky Day, Turned Lucky. If you have not read this prior to reading this story, some of it may not make much sense. Also please note, I have typed all of this story on my phone. Please bear with any mistakes. This is also a First person/Third person perspective. Changes will be signified by the "*" symbol and jumps will be made with lines. Enjoy part 1! Over a year passed since Mikey had been given the so called cure. Most of everyone moved on. Word broke out about what at went down at the Rhein house. The D.H.P. attempted to hide the secret that a human existed in their Dimension and cover it up before it spread out too quickly, but sometimes the wildfire grows too big before you have the chance to put it out. The reporters attempted to get information out of the mother, time and time again. Some even broke into the house, causing D.H.S. agents to start making arrests, bringing more attention to the matter, along with media groups, shoving nonsense to try to shut reporters up. Attention died down and it came down to just the occasional reporter knocking on her door. Cheryl kept her cool throughout it all, never losing her composure, making sure not to make any comments. What kept her going so long, were the sounds Mikey started making in his long slumber; babbling, muttering unintelligent sentences and just the occasional sigh was enough. She had a boyfriend and had been going steady for a little over two months. But she didnt bother to tell him about Mikey. But most of all what kept her going was the knowledge that one day her baby boy would wake up. ______________________________ Beep. Beep. Beep. 'What is that sound?' I asked myself. I had heard it for a while. But I could never get to it. Always there. Always beeping. But I tried to go it again, and found no resistance. I glided through until it was so loud I could hear it next to me. 'I got you finally.' My eyes opened to see florescent lights in my face, I quickly turned, shielding my eyes with my right hand. I heard a door open and close. "Ohh. Not again. You've got to stop doing that with your arm." A female voice said, getting closer. "Hello?" I asked, attempting to find out who it was that entered the room. As I lifted my arm, I heard a gasp. "He's awake. Oh my God. He's awake." The woman said, dashing out of the room. I was awake. But I thought I was still dreaming. I could have sworn that she was gigantic. In fact, everything seemed gigantic. Lifting my arm the rest of the way, I saw I had bars around the bed I was in. I had an IV bag and a heartbeat monitor hooked up to me. I was still pretty drowsy and I closed my eyes to go back to sleep. I heard the door click and the voice if the women from before entered. "I went to check on him, and I saw his arm over his face, next thing I knew he was saying 'Hello' to me." She said in shush tone. "He could have said that in his sleep like he's been doing for the past week." A new voice said. My eyelid was forces open and a light flashed in my face. I swatted at the hand that was now on my face. "Oh my gosh. He's awake." I screamed and tried to run, but my body felt so weak. I hardly was able to sit up. The beeping was rapidly growing and the one that I had just swatted at was now pushing me down onto my back. "Go get some water in a cup." The gigantic woman said that was holding me down. The other one left and came back quickly with a cup. "I'll only let go if you calm down." The giant said. "Let me go!" I said, mouth dry as a bone and my voice raspy. "No. Now calm down, or I'll make you." She said. But that did nothing to help me stop. I fought her hand as hard as I could. I felt weaker than I remembered. My vision started to fade black quickly. ******************* "So Cheryl. How was your day at work?" David asked as he helped Cheryl take her coat off. This had been one of the many dates she had been on with him since they had met. "Same old boring day hon. You?" She asked passionately kissing his lips, before sitting down. "So what did you think of getting? I'm getting my usual of fried chicken." He said just as Cheryl's phone rang. She reached into her purse and grabbed out her phone and saw who it was. "David, I need to take this." Cheryl answered her phone, expecting to hear the worst news. But what she heard next, had her getting ready to leave. "What was that about?" David asked. "I've got to go. Family medical issues." She said, rushing outside into the snow covered landscape to her car, leaving her boyfriend so confused. Cheryl drove home and took and packed an overnight bag for herself, bringing things she knew she was going to need before she headed out to go see her baby. ********************* I woke up sometime later, there was a new one of those giant people in the room, hardly paying any attention to me. I had felt something new around my waist and hands. I looked down to see I had mittens on my hands, and a strap across my chest. The machine started beeping faster again and the giant turned towards me. "Shhh. Dont freak out. I need you to drink some water for me." She said. I tried to move back into the soft padding. I turned my nose away and tried to push the water away. She quickly took it back before I could get my hands anywhere near it. "Uh-uh. I know what you're trying to do. You need to drink this. It's been over a year since you've had anything to drink. And we can do this all day until you do." She said softly, pushing my hands down gently before she moved the drink back up to my lips. I slowly started to sip the water. My mouth was dry and I started to gulp it down as quickly as the woman would tilt the cup back. I noticed she was wearing medical scrubs too. Maybe she was a nurse? "Slow down honey. You're not that thirsty. I'll be right back. Then we'll get you changed and finish that water ok?" The woman announced, taking the water away from me. Once she stood up, I got another reminder of just how small I was to these giants. The woman picked a phone up from the wall and said into the phone; "Dr. Faulner to room 124" and hung up the phone. I cautiously watched her as she walked over to that machine that was beeping and turned its sound off. Then the nurse opened a nearby cabinet and pulled out some white pad and a white bottle with some wipes. "Alright. Let's get you all cleaned up now." "W-what?" I asked as the blanket was pulled down and I saw a diaper around my waist and my legs looked sickly thin. I tried to throw my hands down to cover myself, I knew what was going to happen, but I had a hard time trying to move my arms. The giant pushed my hands aside and began to untap the soiled diaper. "Stop. Please." I begged as I continued to try to push her hands away. "No. If you get a rash, that wont be fun either. And if you dont stop, you're not going to like what happens next." The nurse replied. I didnt care I wanted to keep my dignity. The front of the diaper came down, and I blushed as my legs went in the air. I wiggled, tried kicking but none of it worked as she started wiping down my rear, between my cheeks and all over my balls and penis. I had tried to swat her away from touching me there too and she set me back down quickly, grabbed my hand and flicked it. She must have had God-like strength because when she did that I choked up and almost started crying as I retracted my hand back. "Are you going to keep trying to stop me?" She commented seeing my reaction. I shook my head and she went back to work. She was right, I didnt like her for that. She unfolded the pad, to produce a new diaper which I was not happy to be put back into. My legs went back up and the nurse sprinkled something onto my rear before setting me back down. It felt like a fluffy cushion. Sprinkling something from that bottle the giant had earlier, now over the front of me, she brought the front of the diaper up and taped it on me. "You had a lot of us worried that you weren't going to wake up." She said. Before I could ask what she had meant by that, a knock at the door startled me and I heard a loud beep come from the should-be-silenced machine as the door opened and I was covered back up by the blanket. I kept my eye on the opening and one of the giants from earlier entered. "Hey buddy! Are you ready to talk now? I have a few questions for you." She asked, sitting down in front of me in a chair at the foot of the bed. "I am Dr. Kayle Faulner. Do you know your name?" She asked. I nodded my head in response, darting my eyes between the two giants. "That's not how this works honey, you need to use your words." I shifted my hips, trying to push myself back up and further into the mattress. "Michael. But I go by Mikey." I shifted my gaze away as I spoke, feeling I was being talked down to. We went through a couple more genaric questions, like my birthday, if I had any pain etc.. But what really got me is what came next. "Very good. Now tell me, what's the last thing you remember before you woke up earlier today?" That was odd. I wasnt expecting that kind of question. I figured they were going to try to experiment on me, torture or eat me for all I knew. But that wasnt what I ws expecting. I hesitated before answering. My memory was a little foggy. "I-I remember seeing Donna, my sister. And a bright light outside. Something crashing through the walls and grabbing me." I gave a short pause to gain some courage. "What's going on?" I asked. Both nurse and doctor looked at each other with an uncertain look on their faces. "You dont remember anything after that?" The doctor asked, now looking a bit shocked. I shook my head, now worried. "Dr. Faulner to front desk." Said a disembodied voice. It startled me again and another loud beep came from that machine. With a long sigh, the doctor stood up and walked out of the room. I let out a small, and quiet yawn as she left. Now I was tired again. ************************** Cheryl stood at the front desk with the receptionist as Kayle walked out of a set of double doors. "He isn't really aw..." Cheryl tried to say before getting cut off. "This time he is." Kayle said, wrapping her arms around her friend. After all they had been through. It hopefully was now over. Cheryl returned a hug before she broke down crying. These were happy tears. But there was a lot to discuss. Kayle pulled Cheryl off of her with a look of worry. The mother was confused. "What's wrong?" "He doesn't remember anything that happened."

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.

Glad the surgery went ok

You can drink a lot of juice (especially Mellon and watermelon ?) that would help you go ! And instead camping in the toilet you could use diapers heheeh

Chapter Five of "This Doesn't Feel Right..." is now up!

Its always better to have more diapers on hand then you think you may need when traveling as I have found I use more diapers while away then at home for some reason or another. I plan for 4 Betterdry diapers per day not counting the ones in my backpack at the start of the trip I would rather bring home unused diapers then risk running out of premium diapers and have to rely on thin retail brands. Our last trip proved it was a good Idea to bring extra diapers as I ended up with an upset tummy that lead to multiple bowel accidents over a few days but over packing diapers paid off

James has found a much needed ally but their bonds are tested very quickly. Meanwhile James' family have started preparations for a party... Another thing for James to worry about! --- This update, like all updates to my stories, has been available on Patreon for one week. It is only thanks to the generosity of patrons that I'm able to post as often as I do. For $5 a month you can see all my public stories in one place as well as getting early access to them, for $10 a month you can get the early access PLUS exclusive stories. There are other tiers and rewards on my Patreon page and I invite everyone to check it out, all support means a heck of a lot to me https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 I would like to give a big thank you to all of my patrons without whose support I wouldn't be able to do this: DannyDazzler, Jerry J, PF, Jeebs018, Georgia C, Joe, Whatsnot, Camilo H, Jason M, Seamus B, Jeffrey G, Adam Y, Charlie S, Martijn de J, Robert D A, Tim, Phantom Sonic, Kristoffer M B, Vivi L, Sith, Mike S, Dr J, Archibald B, Bojack D, Blipp, Duncan G, Jake W, Tabbi, Anon, Kent J, Brandon G, P74_1986, LuvsSissy, DreaR, Alex B, Malcolm E, Pete W, Cless, Frank S, PatheticABDL, Joshua M, NunyoBC, Kim, S Miller, Britnee L, Tim F, WillNotWill, Orion F, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Matthew S, Charles L, Trenton M, Bobbob138, Miguel A, Bask25456, Miss X, Phantomsmkr528, MagmaLord, Diapering Daddy, Pierry L, Trish C, Curiosity24, Peter C, VoidofContext, ReiofLight, James K, Anne Mette B-H, Kirk H, Mikkel L, Eric D, Bruce D, Alice W, Findlay, Bob S, Timothy A W, Erik P, Ben R, Ben F, Steven H --- As soon as he walked through the front door he saw his sister in the hallway as if she had been waiting for him. She looked nervous but was trying to put a brave look on her face. “I’ve been waiting for you.” Katie said as she indicated the living room, “I was looking out the window. How was practice?” “I need a change.” Was all James could reply as he took his shoes off and went straight for the stairs. “Oh…” Katie looked a little disappointed. It seemed like she had hoped that he would’ve made it through the day without issue. “Sorry to disappoint you.” James said with a little bitterness. “It’s OK.” Katie quickly recovered her smile, “Have yourself a nice shower and a fresh diaper. You’ll feel as good as new.” James doubted a new diaper would make him feel that good but he trooped up the stairs regardless. He quickly dropped his bags in his room and then hustled into the bathroom where he stripped down to his diaper. James slowly pulled the tapes away and lowered the messy padding, he nearly gagged as the seal against his skin was broken and he saw that his poopy accident had gone all over. James balled the diaper up and taped it closed. As he waited for the water to warm up he cracked open a window and enjoyed the fresh air, this was becoming a depressingly familiar routine for the young adult who was still struggling to come to terms with his need for diapers. Stepping into the shower James felt a great relief as the water washed away the excrement that was coating his skin. The water cleaned more than just his body though and he felt his mind relax after all the stress of the day. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he enjoyed the feeling of water running down him. “Don’t mind me. I’m just taking your things for washing.” Katie’s voice suddenly appeared next to the bath and James only just heard it over the sound of the shower. “Katie!” James suddenly jerked his eyes open and reached down to cover himself up, “What are you doing!?” “You left the door unlocked and I thought I’d come help with your washing.” Katie stood up straight and smiled, “Come on brother, it’s nothing I haven’t seen when changing you.” “This is different!” James replied indignantly, “It feels different…” “Alright. I’m sorry for coming in, I’ll just take all this away for you.” Katie picked up the pile of clothes and the used diaper, “Geez, this thing is heavy.” James watched Katie leave and as the door closed he tried to relax into his shower again. It wouldn’t work, he tried to clear his mind but it was impossible to get back into that mind-set again and he disappointedly climbed out of the shower a few minutes later. He felt clean but not as relaxed as he had been. He dried and waited in the bathroom with his towel for a bit before wrapping it around his waist and walking out of the steamy room. When James stepped into his bedroom he wasn’t surprised to see Katie sitting on his bed with a new diaper outstretched for him to get into. James looked at it with disappointment and was a little annoyed that his sister had invited herself into the room. “I can do that myself.” James said sulkily as he gestured towards the diaper on the mattress. He walked to his wardrobe to get some clothes out. “You know mom and dad wouldn’t want me to let you do that.” Katie replied, “Besides I like doing it, I feel like it brings up closer.” James sighed but knew that his sister was right. Chris and Cathy would likely really want Katie to change him rather than leaving it to himself, especially after his rather poor attempt at self-diapering at college. Letting his towel drop to the ground next to the bed James got on top of the new diaper, his naked body was still a little wet from the shower. It was strange but he meant what he had said in the shower, despite him still being naked it felt a lot different to be naked on a diaper compared to in the shower, it somehow felt much more acceptable. “I hope you don’t mind but after our conversation about you feeling good with the sippy cup and stuff I bought you something that might help you relax a bit more.” Katie was fiddling with her fingers and James thought she looked a little nervous. Her nervousness made him nervous about what she was going to bring out. James watched as Katie stuck her hand into her pocket and pulled out a small piece of plastic with a latex bulb. James instantly recognised the item as being the very distinctive shape of a pacifier. He was immediately horrified that Katie would ever think this was something he would want and he sat up with wide-eyes. “A pacifier!?” James exclaimed as he shook his head, “W-Why?” “Just hear me out.” Katie put her arms out to relax her younger brother, “You said the diapers and sippy cup helped you relax, right?” “Well… Yeah…” James slowly admitted. “Then maybe the soother will help too.” Katie reasoned, “Mom and dad don’t know about it yet. I thought you could try it and if you don’t like it no one would ever need to know.” “But I’m not a baby!” James whined. “I know that.” Katie smiled and rubbed her brother’s arm, “But remember what we talked about? If it helps you relax and stay calm then why not do it?” James looked really unsure. He was looking at the pacifier with a lot of trepidation, he had to admit that he was somewhat curious if it would have the same calming effect as the sippy cup but he still couldn’t bring himself to reach out and take it. Katie reached her arm out slowly with the pacifier sticking out invitingly for James to take it. The latex bulb brushed against James’ lips and he tried to decide what to do. He looked at Katie’s warmly smiling face and slowly opened his mouth. The pacifier was pushed in slowly until the plastic mouth guard bounced against his face. He felt stupid and immediately brought a hand up to pull it out. “Just leave it in for a little bit.” Katie said as she put her hand up to stop James, “For me?” James lowered his hand again and laid back down. The pacifier seemed very distracting as he felt the sprinkling of fresh baby powder over his crotch he moved the soother around with his tongue a little bit. Despite feeling a bit silly he did find the object in his mouth quite calming. He could feel himself relaxing as the front of his diaper was lifted up between his legs and taped tightly closed. By the time Katie was finished with the changing he didn’t feel nearly as silly to have the pacifier in his mouth. “Mom and dad went out to get takeaway tonight.” Katie said as she walked towards the door, “Dinner shouldn’t be too far away.” James nodded with slightly rosy cheeks as he stayed on his bed until Katie departed. He reached down with his hands and pushed the puffy padding against himself, it felt like security as if just having a clean and dry diaper on meant that nothing bad could happen to him. He smiled around his mouth guard as he stood up to the sound of his diaper crinkling. The diaper crinkled loudly as James walked around to his computer and started having a look at some things online. He had been sat there for about fifteen minutes before he heard the door open downstairs and his parents coming home with food. James switched his computer off and stood up with a stretch. Now that a lot of the air within the diaper had been squeezed out he could feel it hugging him a little more tightly, he was glad he had kept it clean and dry for dinner though. When James heard plates being placed on the table he started walking out of his room and down the stairs. It was only as he nearly reached the lower floor of the house that he remembered to pull the pacifier out of his mouth. James was shocked at how quickly the childish soother had become so normal that he had almost forgotten about it. He hadn’t put any pants on over his diaper so he had nowhere to hide it. James quickly ran back upstairs and left it on top of his bedside drawers. By the time he got down to the dining room table he had a plate waiting for him with a burger and some fries. He smiled as he came and sat down, his diaper crinkling loudly on contact with the chair. James didn’t feel particularly embarrassed to openly wear his diaper by this stage since it was nothing all three of his other family members hadn’t seen many times. Dinner was no different to any other meal. James quietly ate as his family talked and laughed about their days. He felt quite at home around his family now even when his diaper was so clearly on display. “Oh, by the way, I’ve invited some family and friends over on Friday night.” Cathy tossed out rather casually towards the end of the meal, “I thought it would be nice to have a little homecoming party before your big game.” James looked up at his mother rather nervously. The last thing he wanted was for more people to be exposed to him in this diapered state, he was already dreading the important football game at the weekend and the last thing he needed was more reason to worry. “Oh, that’ll be nice.” Katie said with a smile. “I’ll have to order in extra food.” Chris added as he chewed. James felt really anxious now but as the other members of his family looked at him for a response he felt it would be impossible to shoot the idea down. His family had all been so understanding despite these huge changes and he really didn’t want to disappoint them, he reasoned that if nothing else he could wear his baggy pants and then stay away from everyone the whole evening. “I guess it could be fun.” James eventually said with a nervous smile, “May I be excused?” “Of course.” Cathy reached over and tussled James’ hair a little. She smiled at him warmly as she collected the plates up. James stood up with yet another flourish of crinkles and hurried away from the table without another word. As he walked up the stairs he felt the slightest need to urinate and decided to just let it go there and then. He continued up to his bedroom as he liberally peed in his padding and he only stopped as he sat back down at his computer. “Hey James! It’s Danny, are you alright?” Danny had sent James a message whilst he had been away. He was still online so James decided to reply. “Hi Danny. Yeah, I’m fine thanks.” James didn’t know what else to put after his embarrassing episode earlier that day. He wondered what Danny really thought of him now, it was hard to believe the tall and athletic wide receiver would see James in the same light. “Sweet!” Danny replied quickly, “The rest of practice went fine but you do not need to worry about your spot on the team…” “Smith was that bad?” James asked. Smith was the backup quarterback, the one who had filled in after James had filled his pants. “He doesn’t have half the arm that you do.” Danny replied, “He kept getting the plays wrong too. It was honestly a nightmare. Coach ended the practice early.” James had mixed emotions at the news that his backup wasn’t very good. On the one hand it was nice to be valued by team mates and have his abilities praised but on the other it meant that he would definitely need to be there for his friend in front of all those scouts. “Something troubling you?” Danny messaged after a minute had gone by without James saying anything. “There is, to be honest.” James replied after another small pause. “I’m here for you. What’s wrong?” Danny asked. “What if I have a repeat of earlier during the game?” James asked, “What if I need to go to the bathroom really quickly…” “That’s a tricky one.” Danny admitted, “Is there any way to make sure you use the diaper before the game?” James didn’t like talking to Danny about the diapers. It was still a very sore subject for him and it felt so much less secret when the word was thrown around so casually. He thought about Danny’s question but was honestly unsure if there was a way to make sure he wouldn’t need to use his diaper during the big game. “I don’t know.” James said, “Maybe?” “We’ll figure it out.” Danny relied. He followed his message up with a smiling emote. Eventually James started feeling tired and started getting ready for bed. It was as he turned off his computer and stood up that he realised that he had thoroughly soaked his diaper without even noticing it was happening. It was a very disconcerting feeling. James laid down on top of his covers and knew that he really needed a change before bed. He was just so tired that he couldn’t be bothered to go find one of his parents. He just needed a little rest and decided he would shut his eyes for a few minutes before asking for a change. James closed his eyes and almost immediately drifted off into sleep. --- The room was dark and James felt a person near him. He could hear noises of drawers opening and closing and he felt things being placed on the bed. It was only as his senses slowly returned to him that he realised his diaper was open and his crotch was exposed. “What’s going on?” James asked sleepily as he squinted his eyes to see in the darkness. “Shh, it’s OK, just go back to sleep.” Cathy’s voice was barely above a whisper. As James raised his head and tried to see what was happening he felt the latex teat of a pacifier being pushed against his lips. He almost automatically opened his mouth to accept the toddler soother, he closed his lips and held the pacifier in place as his mom withdrew her hand. “I saw this on your desk.” Cathy whispered as she made James jump with some cold baby wipes, “It’s cute.” James was too tired to feel any strong emotions but he did smile bashfully in the darkness. He laid back and closed his eyes as the soaked diaper was pulled out from underneath him. He must’ve fallen straight back asleep because that was the last thing he remembered of that night. When James’ eyes fluttered open the next morning it was with his alarm clock beeping loudly in his ear. He slowly reached over to shut it off and felt his waist crinkling as he did so, he looked down at his diaper and slowly remembered the late night change he had experienced. He was quite happy to see that his diaper was only a little damp this morning. James stretched and stood up before belatedly realising he still had his pacifier in, he must have been sucking on it all night. He pulled it out and felt drool drip down his chin, wiping the wet teat James placed the soother into his bag along with two spare diapers and some wipes. He didn’t have much time to hang around this morning and he briefly wondered if he should get his diaper changed before leaving for college. He reached down between his legs to probe his own padding, he was only a little wet and this diaper could almost certainly take more punishment. Shrugging his shoulders James got dressed and hurried downstairs to his car. The drive to the campus was easy and quiet but the sight of the large football field gave him an involuntary shudder when he stepped out of the car. Time was quickly ticking away and he would not be able to avoid the nightmare that was ahead. James took his bag and walked into the building. He headed straight for his classroom and sat down in his usual spot before anyone else had a chance to arrive, he knew he was early but he was OK with that. James took all his supplies out of his bag and his hand briefly brushed against the diapers and pacifier, he only managed to pull himself away when he heard the door open as someone else entered. The room gradually filled up and one of the last people to come in was Danny. He scanned the room as soon as he walked in and hurried over to sit next to James, he gave his best friend and quarterback a smile. The class was boring but James knew it would be from the moment he sat down. The professor that took this class was very old school and he didn’t broker much in terms of debate or conversation, his classes were generally about listening to him speak and writing as much of it down as you could. James barely had time to mutter a quick hello to Danny before the teacher started talking in his droning voice. Everyone started furiously scribbling notes and James was amongst them, he yawned as he tried to keep up but it was difficult when the old professor talked so quickly and in a deep monotone drawl. James was far from the only person who looked like they were having trouble paying attention and soon he was resting his head in his hands. With his eyes telling him he needed more sleep James couldn’t help but drift away to sleep before quickly jumping awake again. He tried to wake himself up but it was like his brain was determined to make him sleep. Eventually his head was resting on his hands and he could no longer force himself awake, it was impossible for him to know how long he was sitting there sleeping when he felt someone urgently prodding his arm. “Huh?” James suddenly jumped awake and heard some giggling around the class as well as some whispering. There was a very strange atmosphere in the room as everyone looked at James, he assumed they’d all noticed him sleeping at first. “Dude, come on…” Danny was pulling James to his feet urgently. He was already holding James’ bag. “Wha-” James was about to ask what was happening when he suddenly noticed a strange odour in the air. “We have to go.” Danny muttered as everyone stared at the two boys, “It’s an emergency.” James started following his taller friend out of the room and could feel the distinct slippery feeling of poop in his diaper. He was shocked, had his body just let go whilst he was asleep? The muttering continued as Danny pulled James around all the desks and to the exit of the classroom. James was still really confused but he could see people holding their noses and it was clear his accident was no secret, even the older professor who usually let nothing stop his lectures was frowning at James. “We, erm, just got a text… Family emergency.” Danny quickly said as he tried to cover for his friend even though the strong smell of James’ messy accident was making people almost wretch. There was no way the people in that room didn’t know the truth. James got out into the hallway and immediately hit himself in the head. His eyes were tearing up and he felt so stupid to have allowed himself to make a mess in the middle of class like that, surely now it would only be a matter of time before his secret was out. Danny followed James out and when he saw the diapered man standing at the locker he walked over and put his arm around him. He muttered that they had to go and James was not in a position to disagree, he allowed Danny to pull him away from the scene of the crime as the sloppy contents of his diaper spread. James didn’t know where he was being taken but he wasn’t going to complain even as he felt a lurching feeling in this tummy. He knew he hadn’t completely emptied his bowels yet. He was pulled through a part of the college that he hadn’t visited since he had first arrived for orientation. It was a reception area. “Wait here.” Danny told his friend as they stood outside some toilets. James looked around at the passing people and felt very insecure about his diaper. He slowly backed against the wall but regretted it as soon as he felt the sticky fullness spread over his butt. He winced and stepped away from the wall but the damage was already done and his bowels were still twisting painfully. James could see his friend at the reception desk and talking to the middle-aged lady behind it, she seemed to be listening intently and when Danny turned to point at James the messy boy looked away in embarrassment. James looked back up to the she receptionist nodding her head and handing over a key. The wide receiver ran back across the increasingly crowded reception area to where James was standing. James didn’t know how bad he smelt but when he saw Danny wince when he got nearby he assumed it wasn’t good. Danny stopped in front of the bathrooms. He ignored both the men’s and women’s room and stood in front of the unisex disabled bathroom. He stuck the large key into the lock and then gestured for James to follow him into the room. James didn’t waste any time as he hurried inside the large restroom, he heard Danny step in behind him and lock the door behind him. “Do you think anyone noticed?” James asked as soon as the door was closed. He put his hand across his belly as he felt yet another twisting feeling go through his intestines. “Do you want me to be honest?” Danny asked with a sympathetic smile. “I guess…” James said hesitantly. “Yeah, people noticed.” Danny shrugged, “They certainly knew something was up at least.” James winced and looked away. He knew, deep inside, that he could never keep this quiet forever but he was hoping to keep it as hidden as he realistically could. He closed his eyes and sighed sadly. “If it’s any consolation I don’t think everyone knew exactly what was wrong… Just that something was definitely going on.” Danny continued, “Oh, and you’re on the handicapped list of students now…” “What!?” James exclaimed. “It was the only way the receptionist would give me the key!” Danny countered, “I’m sorry, dude. My options were limited!” James nodded his head. It seemed like he would be lucky to keep his embarrassing secret hidden until the end of the day, things were spiralling out of control. “So… How do you want to do this?” Danny asked. “I can do it myself...” James said quickly, “I mean, I’m not very good at putting them on but…” “I’ll help.” Danny said with a nervous smile. “No!” James shouted a little too loudly. His voice echoed around the room a little, “I don’t want you to do that. I really appreciate everything you’ve done but that’s too mu-” James hadn’t finished his sentence when he felt one final devastating cramp that forced him to almost involuntarily bend over and push. With an embarrassing fart he felt one last rush of soft feces get pushed into his diaper which tightened around the front as the back bulged out. James had no way of stopping the soiling from happening so he just squatted a little lower to get it over with quicker. It was over just as fast as it had started and James straightened up to feel the fresh poop press against him. He saw Danny staring at him with a mouth that was wide open from shock. “You… You can go…” James muttered with tears in his eyes, “I’ll do this. I’ll see you tomorrow or something.” Danny didn’t say anything but he nodded his head slowly as he backed out of the room. As soon as the door was closed again James hurried forwards to lock it and make sure no one came in. With the room now empty apart from James it was remarkably quiet and as the young man waddled back into the middle of the room his crinkling echoed around the windowless walls. He was in shock at what was happening but he knew he had to get changed and out of here before someone came to investigate or something. James saw a table that he could use for changing next to the sinks. James opened his bag and pulled out his spare diaper and some wipes. He carried them over to the table and winced with each and every step. He put the spare diaper and wipes on the sink right next to the table and then jumped up to prepare for his change. James winced hard as he sat on his diaper and felt the oozing mess within spread even further around the area. He laid back slowly and prepared for the unenviable task of cleaning himself up. When James pulled the tapes away the smell in the room grew ten times worse. He winced as he lowered the front of the diaper down and saw the full extent of what he had done. It wasn’t a pretty sight and James quickly grabbed some wet wipes to start cleaning himself up. It took a long time to wipe himself off and even when he had seemingly wiped every inch of his crotch and butt he still felt dirty, the wipes were clean but mentally it was hard to forget what he had done. James wasted no time in sitting up and folding his diaper up into a ball. He was glad to drop it into the trash can along with the many used wipes, thankfully the trash can had an airtight lid which would do a lot to help with the smell problem even though the room already smelled very strongly of James’ bowel movements. Without delay James unfolded his next diaper and quickly laid it out on the table. He hopped back up and sat down on top of the padding, he laid flat against the table and pulled the new padding up between his legs. James hurriedly taped the diaper closed as fast as he could and stood back up, the diaper wasn’t as tight as he was used to but it would do until he got home at least. James took a moment to make sure he had all his things and then, after a deep breath to steady himself, he walked out of the bathroom. His new key that opened all the disabled bathrooms went into his bag and he saw his pacifier again, he was tempted to put it in but knew the halls were still crowded. Acting as confidently as he could, James stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He thought he would be the most obvious person in the world and he expected everyone to be looking at him and laughing, he was happily surprised that no one was giving him a second look. James half-expected to see Danny waiting for him in the hallway but he was gone. James didn’t blame his friend for leaving, he did tell him to go after all and he had been in the bathroom for a while. James took the exit next to reception and walked around the building to the car park. As he took the circuitous route around the school he saw the large goalposts again, they seemed to be looming in the background a lot these days as a constant reminder of what was coming up. He tried to avoid looking at the football field that usually provided a solace from his stresses, he hadn’t felt that stress-free feeling in a while anywhere except at home. The drive home was uneventful and when he walked in through the front door he went straight up to his room. He didn’t go down until he was called for dinner by which time his diaper was wet, he had dinner and happily talked to people until a certain subject was brought up. “So our little pre-homecoming party is coming along nicely.” Cathy said, “Probably going to have around twenty people here.” James froze with his fork halfway to his mouth and felt an involuntary shiver go down his spine. He took a moment to compose himself before he continued eating, he hoped no one noticed his reaction because they all seemed so excited about having a party and the last thing he wanted to do was spoil it for everyone. “May I be excused?” James asked as he put his knife and fork down. He had only eaten half his dinner but his appetite had completely disappeared, the parts of his stomach not taken up by food were taken up by butterflies of nervousness. “Of course…” Chris said as the family all looked at each other, “Everything OK?” “Yes.” James said shortly as he pushed his chair back. He stood up and turned away from his family and hurried back up to his sanctuary. James sat at his desk and looked down at his hands. He was deeply lost in thought as he considered all the ways the party could go horribly wrong. He envisioned different scenarios and shuddered as he saw the reactions of laughter and derision among the guests. James was startled out of his reveries by a knock on the door. He had been so lost within his own head that he hadn’t even heard someone approaching, he didn’t even know how long he had been sitting there and worrying. The sun had sunk out of sight and his room was getting really quite dark. “James?” It was Katie and she knocked on the door again. “Come in.” James called out. The door swung open slowly and Katie stepped in. She looked at the darkened room and frowned a little. “Mind if I turn on the light?” Katie asked softly. When she saw James nod his assent in the gloom of the room she flicked the switch. James shielded his eyes as they adjusted to the light and he heard Katie walk over to the drawers and pull out one of the diapers. James heard the distinct rustle of the padding as it was unfolded and placed on the bed. “What’s wrong?” Katie asked as she walked around the bed and sat down behind James. She reached forward and swivelled James’ office chair around so they were looking at each other. “I’m worried about the party.” James admitted right away, “Having all those people here whilst I’m in my diapers…” “Is that all?” Katie looked somewhat relieved. “It’s really embarrassing!” James replied quickly. “I know, I know… But it’s not like they aren’t going to know already.” Katie shrugged. “What do you mean?” James asked. His eyes had become wide and the colour drained from his face. “Mom didn’t tell you?” Katie suddenly looked nervous and when she saw James’ bemused face, “I thought she would’ve told you… She put a note out on the family group messaging app, she told everyone you are wearing diapers.” “S-She did what!?” James was stunned. He had always refused to join the family app because he wasn’t interested too much in his aunts and uncles and their kids. Katie pulled her phone out and pressed on the screen a few times. She scrolled up the messages and then held the phone out for James to see. James’ eyes quickly scanned the screen and he saw his mom telling everyone in the group his shameful secret, he was shocked and even though all the replies were supportive he still didn’t know how to react. “See?” Katie said as she took her phone back, “You don’t need to worry about others finding out.” “This… This is worse!” James replied as he put his head in his hands, “Now everyone will be looking at me like I’m some sort of weirdo!” “You know our family better than that.” Katie replied, “Everything will be fine and you’ll have nothing to worry about. Now, let’s get you changed for bed, OK?” James allowed his sister to help him up off his seat and his diaper sagged low as he stood up. He didn’t realise how wet he had got as he sat at his desk, he wondered how many times he had wet himself and wondered how much his control was slipping. James was led around his bed and he laid down in the usual changing spot. Katie got some changing supplies out and looked down at her brother, when she saw the diaper she frowned slightly. “Did you put this on yourself?” Katie asked as she ran her hand over the tapes on the front of the padding. James nodded his head silently. “How come?” Katie asked as she pulled the tapes away from the plastic front of the diaper. “I had an accident.” James said sheepishly, “A big one.” “I see.” Katie replied shortly. “How did you know I changed it?” James asked as he worried that he had done something wrong. “The tapes are a bit crooked, that’s all.” Katie replied as she got into position. Katie didn’t say anything more about it as she lowered the front of the diaper and grabbed a couple of wet wipes. She carefully cleaned her brother with care and attention before pulling the old diaper away. She frowned a little as she saw some skid marks on the back, Katie had no idea when they were made but she didn’t want to draw attention to them and risk upsetting her younger brother. She folded the diaper up with the wipes inside it and dropped it by the side of the bed to take downstairs when she was done. “Can I have my pacifier?” James asked in a small voice, “It’s in my bag.” “Of course.” Katie smiled as she walked over to the bag and pulled out the baby soother. She was happy that her brother was getting some relief from his stresses through it and she happily popped it into James’ open mouth. Katie moved the new diaper into position and sprinkled some baby powder on to James’ crotch. She heard him sigh slightly but whether it was from the pacifier or the talcum powder she didn’t know. The front of the new diaper was pulled up and taped closed with a lot more precision than the last one and Katie smiled at her own handiwork. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Katie said quietly as she walked to the other end of the bed and gave him a little kiss on the forehead. James watched his sister turn the light off on the way out and she closed the door. He sighed as he rolled over and heard his diaper crinkle. James covered himself up and despite all his worrying managed to fall asleep quickly.

I feel the same way in my marriage. I think a diaper fetish realistically can make or break a relationship. As @rosalie.bent said ABDL desires are so unique that it is so very difficult for someone without those desires to understand and relate. Some partners do not even try. Some partners give up trying. This post does clearly highlight though that partners can overcome their significant other having a diaper fetish.

A good quality disposable, with a cloth pull-up brief, and then good-fitting plastic pants used to be my nighttime attire....worked great...never any leaks, and I'm a side-sleeper

I use to wish being in diapers 24/7 and my ex maybe be my mommy sometimes but it’s just not reality for most. I only wear diapers on occasion now and regress a few times. There are still days I wish I had a nursery and being TG I don’t get any of this it just is what it is and know I will never find another partner who can accept me for me and show true love

Here in the UK all the registration plate standards we ever had are all still valid. Once a car is registered it keeps that plate, unless you transfer it to a different car. In recent years the government has started raising money by selling registrations to the old standards. On the other hand they have always refused to issue what could be regarded as registration numbers that could offend. Some very old ones slipped through that net, however, and some still do. I think BRA 36 or BRA 38 is still around. The owner of PEN 15 got prosecuted at least once for knocking the corner off the 5. So, in theory you could have 8 ABY, NAP 1, D 1 PER, D 1 PIE, 1 MAB, BAB 1, or AB followed by any 4 digits. And as many more as you can dream up. The world's your lobster. 1 WET would probably be a good one. Or S 1 SSY, for those who are so inclined. You'd have to pay a lot for them though. C 2 POO and POO 11 E are definitely on the road: see this press article for those and a few more. OBA 8 Y is currently on sale for £7300! I think I'll stick with my inconspicuous registration though. And with my cash.

No, unfortunately both have a moving wall where they're available 18 months after publication. I could ILL them but I'm pretty sure I still know somebody in that office and they'd handle the request. Anyway they'll become available - something to look forward to. By my count this survey yielded 5 publications and as you said, a thesis and a dissertation. I hope that the work you did with Dr. Zamboni makes it out there too.

Chapter 33 “So, all in all, did you have fun today?” Amanda was in the rocking chair with Jamie in her lap. She’d made a point of making sure she put him to bed so she could talk about the day without her mom there. They talked quietly, knowing a secret is a delicate thing. “Yeah, I did. Even with Danny.” “Or especially with Danny?” Jamie shrugged. “Not like he set out to get me drunk. He just didn’t think, and I guess neither did I. But I don’t see what the big deal is. Not my first time having a drink.” “That was a big beer.” “It wasn’t that big.” “No, that was a Big beer, as in for Bigs.” “What’s different about it?” “I’m not sure, but ya know how I don’t like little food and you practically get high on it? Big beer is for Bigs like little food is for Littles. They don’t make alcohol designed for Littles. Or did you always get that drunk back home off of half a cup of beer?” “I assumed it was because I hadn’t had anything to drink since I left, and I could taste it was stronger ... if they did make alcohol for Littles, could I have some?” “But they don’t.” Jamie was getting irritated. So alcohol for Bigs was different than what he had back home, and maybe he’d be able to hold it better if here bigger, but it was just a drink. “I’m not a kid, ya know.” “I know you’re not. You’re a little.” “I’m an adult.” “An adult little.” Jamie pouted. “Then I guess I don’t what that means.” What make an adult little different from an adult big? No one had told him so far. It seemed an arbitrary distinction. Bigs were bigger and smarter. That doesn’t make then more adult than a little, at least not that Jamie could see. “It means that it’s our job to take care of you even when that means you don’t get to do something you want to.” “That seems arbitrary. And unfair.” “Okay. Let’s turn this around then. Give me a good reason to drink.” “Um, socialize, relax, feel less self-conscious.” “There are ways to do all those things without doing something that kills your brain cells.” “But you do it!” Jamie raised his voice a little too loud. This was just hypocritical. “Shh! If Mom hears, were both gonna be in more trouble than we’ve ever been in before. Part of my job and Mom’s job and every responsible big’s job is to take better care of you than you would take care of yourself, even if that means we take better care of you than we take care of ourselves. That’s just part of being a little. It’s what you signed up for, and frankly, it’s why you came here, right? To let go of responsibility. That requires giving up the right to make certain choices. You can’t choose everything for yourself and not be responsible for yourself at the same time.” “So if I were here as an independent little, people wouldn’t look down on me?” He didn’t believe for a second that was true. Maybe they didn’t treat independent littles differently, but he was sure they saw them differently, and he couldn’t see in what way they were right to. Species chauvinism is all he could think to call it. Discrimination. “Some would. Some wouldn’t. Smart people - good people - wouldn’t. You have to remember what a unicorn you are to people. If all you’ve known are regressed Littles, it’s hard to separate the species from the cognitive development. And remember, every adopted little in Italy, you included, consented to this. You’re not here as an independent little, you signed up to be taken care of, and I’m going to take the best care of you I know how whether you like it or not.” Jamie just wanted to cut to the chase. This wasn’t about beer or who signed up for what. This wasn’t about who was regressed and who wasn’t. “Amanda, when you look at me, do you see a lesser species or not?” “Not, Jamie. Not. And not Mom and not anyone who knows you and cares about you.” That would have to be enough. He could accept not getting to make all his own decisions, and if the people he cared about and who cared about him respected him for what and who he was, that speaks enough to fight all the people who didn’t. He sighed and slumped against Amanda. She and Mom and Lauren and Jane and Danny and April and Mel were all on his side in the ways that mattered. “I’m tired, Amanda.” For reasons and in ways even she couldn’t understand. _________________________________ The day after the fair had been normal; there were no lingering questions or assertions or complaints. Jamie isn’t care about the beer. That seemed to matter a lot more to everyone else than it did to him. He didn’t need it, and he hadn’t especially even wanted it. It was just the symbolism of it, and symbolism was pretty much all it was. He didn’t get in trouble much, and he didn’t disagree with Mom or Amanda much, so the extent he had given up most of his autonomy, that didn’t much bear on his actual life. He knew he’d just have to accept it, be prepared to disappointed and even angry sometimes, and trust that he had made the right decisions and that by giving up the autonomy he would be better able to grapple with the issues he had before he came. The day after that, it was well past drop off time, and Ella wasn’t at daycare. Jamie wasn’t worried about her, just disappointed she wasn’t there. Having her around also seemed to make Bobby keep his distance, afraid he’d get in trouble for misbehaving even around her, and without her, he seemed to remember Jamie existed and that he didn’t like him. First it was Jamie’s outfit. He’d worn his new purple overalls with the bunny on the butt, so Bobby called him Sissy Bunny Butt. Jamie didn’t mind the name, but around the two hundredth repetition of it, his patience was thin. Jamie tried to draw, and Bobby sat next to him and bumped his chair. Jamie tried to read. Bobby decided to loudly hum in the reading corner. Enough was enough. Jamie could see only one solution. He had to tell. He had to man up and tattle. Bobby landed in timeout. “Thanks, April.” “Don’t mention it. He was begging for it.” But all timeouts come to an end, and if they were going to deter Bobby, they’d have done so a dozen bullying victims ago. Everyone went outside, and Jamie went to the back of the field where liked to be alone and put in his headphones blocking out the world and reading his book. That how Bobby found him. “I don’t like you,” the little shit said. Jamie could hear him, so he shouted it inches away from Jamie’s ear. Jamie was running out of patience; he took out one of his earphones. “Yeah, you’ve said that before. Can I help you with something or what.” Bobby kicked grass and dust at him. When Jamie didn’t respond, he announced it angrily. “I’m kicking dirt on you!” He couldn’t understand why Jamie didn’t cry or at least get angry. If he got angry, Jamie might try to hit him, and the. Bobby could hit back without getting in as much trouble, and Bobby was sure he would win. “Do something!” Jamie slammed his book shut. He knew the only way he’d get any peace and quiet was to change into his running outfit and start doing laps. He could outrun Bobby easily. He stood up and started walking away, getting no more than three steps before Bobby shoved him from behind. He turned around to avoid being shoved again, and Bobby delivered a glancing sucker punch to Jamie’s shoulder. “Ahhh! Goddamit!” Of course Jamie wanted to hit back, but he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t hit a regressed little. It was just wrong. But Bobby didn’t know that. He stood waiting for Jamie’s response so he could really hit him. Jamie backed away. If this was victory, it was very unsatisfying for Bobby, who lost his temper and tried to tackle Jamie. The clumsy mental toddler was easily dodged, and Jamie gave him a little shove as he went by, making him trip over his feet. Bobby got up and tried again with the same result. And a third time. Unable to accomplish anything he want to achieve, Bobby did the second best thing he could think of after hitting Jamie, and threw a tantrum. Whatever instinct to help him Jamie might normally have had wasn’t operating at the moment. He left Bobby pounding his feet and hands into the ground and walked over to Jordan. “One of yours, right?” “Sorry?” She hadn’t gotten know Jamie much. He pointed. She sighed. Bobby wasn’t going anywhere so she took Jamie by the hand and approached April. Jamie wasn’t sure if he was in trouble or not. If he was, then he knew it was bullshit and wasn’t going to submit to it. “Hey, April. I think we need a better plan on how to resolve this Jamie/Bobby thing.” Jamie explained it. April had him lift his shirt so she could see his shoulder. It looked fine, but she gave it a kiss anyway. “What Bobby needs is his butt spanked,” Jordan said. Jamie grimaced. “If that was ever going to fix anything it’d have fixed by now.” April was unsympathetic to the desire but agreed with Jamie. “You say that every other day, and you know we can’t anyway.” She turned to Jamie. “He’ll stop picking on you when he realizes there’s no upside to it.” “And ...” Jamie said when she didn’t say more. “So you used to work with kids. What stops a bully from picking on someone?” “No. I won’t.” “Even if we promise you won’t get in trouble,” Jordan asked. “Yes. I’m not hitting someone who can’t even tie his own shoes. And even if he could, no.” “Well, then we’ll talk to Diane and maybe she’ll schedule a parent conference or something.”

This chapter will focus on all three, hopefully it wont' be too confusing, Enjoy! Chapter 7 “This looks like a pawn shop, you sure that this place actually sales clothes?” Alice looked around the store, to see a collection of musical devices and jewelry. “I'm pretty sure they do. It's just not available for display.” Tohru responded as she walked up to the counter as she waited for someone to come out from the backroom. Alice walked around the store, fascinated by the unique items that would stand out from her dimension. “Don't wander too far from me, the store may look empty but don't let your guard down.” Tohru responded. “Well well well. If my eyes don't deceive me, Is that you Tohru?” A Amazon with a shaggy beard and long messy hair, appeared before her. “It's been a while, Leo, how's the business running?” Tohru asked. “Slow and the profits are down this year, but ya know, I enjoy it and that is the most important aspect. So what brings you to my humble palace?” “I was wondering if you could help out a friend of mine? Tohru pointed to Alice who's attention was on some samurai weapons that were plastered on the wall. “You've got to be kidding. Did you go off and actually adopt a little? I'm honestly surprised.” The Amazon owner replied. “It's nothing like that, I'm actually here to see if you still carry any normal clothes for little's.” “I think I just might, hold on for moment.” Leo left for a moment to check the backroom. “These weapons are beautiful, sucks that they have to be so big.” Alice was unaware that another Amazon was also paying attention to not just the weapons but to her as well. “I don't think these items suit a fragile little like you.” The Amazon woman picked Alice up before she had time to respond. “Hey, what the hell?! Put me down! Alice wanted shove her fist in the woman's face but she knew that it would not end well if she did so. “Where's your parents? Oh, and what's this? You are not in a diaper? We can't have that!” The Amazon placed and held Alice onto a glass table as she searched her purse. Alice couldn't believe the strength of the Amazons, it was far too unfair in her opinion. “Excuse me, but that's my little that you have there.” Tohru responded to the Amazon as she appeared behind her. “OH! I'm so sorry, I just saw this poor girl all alone and assumed that she was lost.” The amazon replied. “A honest mistake.” Tohru quickly grabbed Alice and held the girl close to her. Alice hated the feeling of being helpless but was relieved that Tohru had saved her. “But don't you think that your little should be in diapers? It seems rather odd that she would not be wearing any protection.” The Amazon replied. “What I do with my little, is none of your business, besides while it is legal for you to check a little and see if they wet or messed themselves, it is illegal for you to put a diaper on them unless they actually have had an accident.” Tohru gave a glaring look at the Amazon to indicate her malice. “Whatever, such a law isn't really enforced anyways.” The Amazon started to head to the exit of the store. A few of the other Amazon customers quickly turned there attention back to the items in the store after eavesdropping. “These people have no decency.” Alice replied as Tohru put her down so she could walk again. “You have to be more careful! Some Amazons will try to kidnap a little even if they have a parent with them.” Tohru stated as she ruffled Alice's hair. “I know, it's just bizarre and creepy.” Alice wanted to get out the dimension that she was in but knew that without Tohru's help, she would be screwed. “Sorry to keep ya waiting!” Leo appeared from the back room with a cardboard box that looked to be filled with something. “So, how much for this?” Tohru asked as she inspected the clothing. Alice was thankful that the clothing looked mature enough. “It's on the house. There isn't a market for this type of clothing, well at least, not anymore.” Leo turned his attention to Alice. “So what's your story, little gal?” The shaggy looking owner asked. “Long story short, I'm stuck in this world by accident and need to find a way out. Until then, I need to find a way to keep myself safe from your kind.” Alice answered with disdain. “That's totally awesome. Gonna fight the system! You have my full support. It's pretty rare to see a little that isn't being babied. Just to let you know, that you are in good hands with Tohru. That girl has got some bad ass fighting moves. The gal actually saved me from a local gangster around a year ago. Put your trust in her! I do.” Leo was so enthusiastic as he spoke highly of his friend. “You give me too much credit, I was only able to help because I was at the right place and at the right time, kind of like with you, Alice.” Tohru patted the girl's head as she said her goodbyes to Leo. Alice sighed and followed closely behind the Amazon as they exited the store. “What am I doing? I should be trying to find a way to escape this dimension. I shouldn't be out shopping for clothes. But if there was a way, I would have already tried it by now, I just have to bare with it.” As Alice entered her seat in frustration, Tohru quickly noticed the change in her expression. “I know that you are feeling rather helpless, but just put up with it for the time being. There maybe a way to get you home, but before we cross that road, we should setup a date to see your friends first.” Tohru buckled Alice into her seat as she was about to head back onto the road. “I really hope the two of them are doing alright.” Alice sighed as she thought of her friends. - - - - - - - - “Ms Amber? Doctor Alex Brawn will see you now.” The receptionist stated through a speaker. “That took longer than I thought.” Amber breathed a sigh of relief after waiting for over an hour. The Amazon gently held the Aura while Kyle followed closely behind as they were escorted to the doctor's room. Kyle noticed that on his way there that they had just passed a Amazon couple whom were carrying a boy who looked to be missing some teeth and seemed to be mentally regressed based on his spaced out expression. “Before that boy entered entered the doctors room, he was being rather loud and violent. He's the complete opposite now.” Kyle stated in his thoughts. “Thank you so much for your patience, I would have seen you earlier but the combination of having some of our staff call out sick and having to perform some modifications on a certain number of little's caused me to fall behind schedule.” Alex stated as she took a seat in her chair. “It's alright. Thank you for being able to see us on such a short notice” Amber took a seat while holding Aura in her arms. “What's going to happen to me? Am I at the point of no return.” Aura whimpered through her pacifier, unable to cope with her situation. “I take it, that this adorable baby girl is the one you spoke of on the phone?” Amber handed her over to Alex so she could get a first impression. “That's right, she's an unexpected arrival but that actually turned out to be a blessing in disguise.” Amber replied “A portal little, hmm. We have been getting more of them lately. The last couple I helped out, just recently acquired one for themselves and they requested the whole nine yards for there new baby boy.” Alex removed Aura's pacifier while brushing her hair with her hands. “So I assume they wanted their little to be regressed permanently and also wanted to remove his ability to speak and move?” Amber asked. “Exactly, the only thing they didn't want to change was his sex and hair.” Kyle shivered at the thought, thankful that he had such a caring mommy. “So Aura was it? I bet this a bit different from your usual Saturday morning.” Aura nodded slightly, not wanting to keep eye contact with the Amazon doctor. “It's always difficult for a lost little to transition into a less independent role, but just give it a few days and you will began to feel right as rain.” “The Amazonian doctor began to check the girl's blood pressure along with taking a sample of her blood. “I just want to scream but if I do, it won't do any good.” Aura though to herself as she looked over at Kyle. The boy kept a stern look on his face. He hoped that she would not cause a fuss because if so, it could cause some severe implications. “You think can smile for me, please? Alex asked as she used a portable device to scan the girl's whole body. Aura gave off a forced smile, she then turned her attention to her caretaker who looked pleased but had a hint of concern in her expression. “Based on the results, your baby girl is as healthy as she can be, no signs of any conditions. So I will finish up the paperwork you signed and get you a copy and then we can get the chip implanted.” Alex went to her computer to print off some documents. “I'm so proud of you . You have been real mature through all this.” Amber kissed Aura on the cheek as she placed the little on her lap. “I'm wearing a diaper like a baby, how is this mature?” Aura kept her thoughts to herself. “Alrighty, now if you would please put your daughter on the table so she is laying on her stomach, I'll get the device ready.” Alex walked over to a cabinet yo pick up a specific device. “What? What's going to happen now?!” Aura was feeling concerned as her diaper was lowered to her knees, leaving her butt exposed. “It's going to be fine, the good doctor is going to put a small chip into you. There won't be any pain, I promise.” Amber reassured the frightened little. “But why? Haven't you done enough?” Aura had never felt so violated in her life as she remained motionless. It only took a few seconds as Alex injected the device into Aura's rear. “All done, I bet that was quicker than you thought.” Alex replied as she went to put the device away. “What just happened? I didn't even feel anything.” Aura questioned as her mommy put her diaper back on and buttoned up the onesie. “Even though it's considered a chip, it's more of a nano machine. It's so small that the eye cannot even see it. However it is a vital component for your safety, sweetie.” Amber stated as she lifted the girl up so that she was put over her shoulder. “In case any Amazons decide to get cheeky and try to steal you away from your mommy, this device will track your location and it cannot be removed at all.” Alex winked at Kyle who knew all to well how the device worked. “Here's the paperwork, I'm sure you already know, but don't lose it. There is a heavy fine for having to replace it. Also it's mandatory, but I have to ask if you want to preform any modifications on your little before I let you go.” Alex asked “Hmm. Now that you asked, I wonder...” Aura started to breathe heavier as she remained helpless on Amber's shoulder. “MOMMY, ARE YOU GOING TO DO SOMETHING TO AURA!?” Kyle yelled out, concerned for his newly adopted sister. “I'm sorry Kyle, I was just joking. It was really in bad taste, I'm not going to do anything accept give her the love and attention that she needs.” Amber stated as she patted the padded girl's butt. Aura was relieved but was depressed that she had no control over her own fate. “Don't scare me like that.” Alex went over and ruffled the boy's hair to calm him down. “I've got an idea, how about you bring your two little's over to my house tomorrow, I'll tell my husband to cook us a barbecue. I'm sure my daughter would love to see you and your babies.” Alex asked. “That sounds like a plan, I'll invite Serena so she can show off her daughter as well.” Amber responded “What about your sensei and Tohru? Maybe we should get the old martial arts team together?” Alex questioned. “Master Kanna will be at the temple, meditating. However I should be able to cvconvince Tohru to show up. She doesn't really do much on the weekends.” Amber opened the door as she was about to head out while holding onto Aura. “I really wish Tohru would consider adopting a little, it would benefit her immensely.” Alex snapped her fingers as she stretched a little. “I know what you mean, she hasn't been the same since that incident. But we can't force something that she doesn't want. We can only support her by being by her side. Anyhow, see ya later, Alex!” Amber left with Kyle walking right beside her. “So how are you feeling? Amber asked Aura as she put her into the booster seat. “I....I don't know.” Aura felt secure but at the same time she felt alone, without her friends by her side. “Well, I think I know something that may just cheer you up! How would you two like to get some tasty ice cream?” “REALLY! Can mine be chocolate!?” Kyle's eyes were as wide as they could be after hearing the wonderful news. “You and your chocolate addiction, hehe.” Amber kissed her baby boy on the cheek as she securely fastened him into his seat. - - - - - - - “Are you serious? God damn, why is everything here made to turn our kind into mindless lumps of flesh.” Alice was listening to Tohru on the different methods of how a Amazon can seduce and regress a little while they were waiting in traffic. “Hypnotics via the television, music, and even certain smells such as candles can being used to regress your mindset and you wouldn't even realize it until it's too late. “ Tohru stated as she kept her attention to the road. “And there is nothing that can be done to counteract it?” Alice asked. “Nothing that is available for public use, at least to my knowledge.” Tohru replied. “Jesus. I'm always up for a challenge but this is ridiculous.” The young red head stated with frustration. “Also, keep in mind that any Amazon has the right to inspect you, to see if you had a accident. However they cannot put a diaper on you by law unless you actually went off and messed yourself. So no matter what, do not respond back with force, because if you do, then they will have the right to regress you both physically and mentally or even bring your butt to a reform school which would be the end of you.” Tohru stated as they entered a parking lot. “So I can't even verbally fight back against these freaks of nature?” Alice asked “Nope, it would be considered the same as using physical force.” Tohru exited her car as she went around to open the passenger side. “Then how do I defend myself with all my wonderful options?” Alice replied with a sarcastic tone. “You will need remain quiet and stay by my side at all times while in public. If you do, you will be okay.” Tohru helped Alice out of the car. “We are at the local grocery store, consider this a form of training.” Tohru held Alice's hand very firmly. “This is embarrassing.” Alice hated how childish she looked as her hand was being held by the Amazon as they entered the store. “From this point on, you need to remain quiet, otherwise another Amazon may consider calling the authorities if they feel that I'm not taking proper care of you.” Tohru replied as she picked up the girl and placed her into a grocery cart seat. Alice wanted to respond but a quick look from Tohru, told her to be quiet as a couple of Amazons went in front of them. The duo traveled around the store to find some food and cleaning products. Alice noticed that besides the obvious difference in the size in the items, that the store was almost identical to her own at least that was until they passed the infant isle. “These guys look to be a little older than me...Except they are wearing nothing but diapers or baby outfits!” Alice passed by several Amazons that had little's of there own that were strapped into a shopping cart, like she was. Most of the little's looked either spaced out or defeated. Occasionally they would pass a couple of little's that were blabbering like newborn infants. “I'll kill myself before I allow my mind to be reduced to such a state!” Alice stayed quiet as she watched on in horror at how casual everyone was shopping, as if everything was just normal. “I think we got everything that we really need. Good job for laying low.” Tohru stated as she headed for the checkout stand AWW! Your baby is so adorable! Is it okay, if I can hold her a second?” One of the grocery bag handlers asked as she finished putting Tohru's items into the cart. “Sure thing, go right ahead!” Tohru responded as she started to pay the clerk Alice looked at Tohru with shock and disbelief as the grocery employee took her out of the cart to hold the little in her arms . “When I adopt a little someday, I want her to look just like you!” The employee stated playfully as she poked Alice on her nose. “I'm gonna kills this bitch...I'm gonna seriously kill this bitch.” Alice's thoughts were filled with rage as she gave off a forced smile. “Oh, looks like someone could use a diapy!” The employee put her hand into Alice's pants to inspect her. Alice's face blushed several shades of red as the Amazon had just touched her most sensitive of area's. The little had her hand put into a fist, ready to strike at any moment. “Is it ok Ms, if I could put a diaper on your little?” The youthful looking Amazon asked. “Did she have an accident?” Tohru inquired. “Um, no she didn't. But don't you think that it would be in her best interest to have some protection?” The employee asked. “I appreciate the offer but I will handle my little accordingly.” Tohru took hold of Alice and placed her back into the cart as they soon exited the store. “It's moments like this, where your true character is put to the test. You did well, Alice, I'm proud of you.” Tohru stated as she removed the girl from the cart and put away the groceries. “I don't know how much longer I can last! My entire body was just felt up on by that Amazon fuck! I want to destroy her SO GOD DAM BADLY.” Alice yelled out loud as they drove off. “I've got a punching bag back at my house, I think you can put it to good use.” The Amazon chuckled as she headed back to her home. “Tohru, you seriously need to help me get the hell out of here. I can't stay here too much longer.” Alice tried to regain her sense of composure. “I promise that I'll do what I can, however that will have to wait for tomorrow. For now, let's focus on trying to calm down as we call it a day” “Easier said than done.” The little responded. “Whenever I'm stressed out, I usually like to pig out on some junk food. Can you think of anything that sounds good to have?” Tohru asked “Please tell me you have Hawaiian pizza in your dimension!?” Alice pleaded “We certainly due! I'll order it for delivery when we get back.”The red head took a huge sigh of relief that she was about to be rewarded for all the humiliation she had just gone through. - - - - - - - - “Wha...Where am I?” Jessie regained her self awareness as she soon realized that she was sitting in a baby bouncer in Serena's house. “Crap! I've gotta take a crap!” The blonde haired little soon could feel her bowls start to take action. Jessie tried her everything she could to remove herself from the infantile device without alerting the Amazon that had imprisoned her. For the next few minutes, Jessie tried to keep herself from messing but it was in vain as her body gave in. The warm mush that pushed into her diaper was fully apparent much to her dismay. “I can't believe I just shit myself! Why did this have to happen...” Jessie soon found herself bawling like a baby, unable to find a proper response to what had just occurred. . Serena could hear the wailing noises of her baby girl as she walked into her living room. “Oh my, did my wittle one, make a messy?” Serena inspected the little as she pulled her out of the bouncer. “Why can't I stop crying? What's going on with me?” Jessie's mind was unable to order her own body to comply as the Amazon sat herself down on a rocking chair while holding the girl to her bosom. “Perhaps this will cheer you up.” Serena exposed her breasts, hoping her little would calm down a bit. “Ugh...NO! STOP!” It took all of Jessie's will to keep herself from succumbing to being breast fed. “Oh my...Not hungry for this type of meal? Then perhaps we should try this.” Serena pulled out a baby bottle from her pocket. “Please stop! I don't wanna!” A surge of humiliation could be felt throughout the little's body as the bottle edged closer to her mouth. “Don't be such a fussy fuzzball. This formula will help you calm down and even provide important nutrients for a newly acquired little such as yourself.” Serena stated gleefully as she forced the rubber nipple into the girl's mouth. As much as she wanted to reject the bottle, Jessie found that her body had different plans as her mouth began to suck down the liquid formula without any resistance. “Its tough isn't it? But you will soon understand that this is the only life you need.” Serena knew that training her little to accept her role would not be easy but she was up for the challenge. A sounds could be heard coming from the Amazon's cell phone as she took it out of her pocket while she continued to feed her baby girl. “Oh, Amber! What's up? … A barbecue at Alex's house? … I'm all for that. …. Be sure to tell that idiot husband of her's to use the spicy kind of sauce, not that half ass stuff he makes.” Serena spent the next few minutes catching up with her old friend before hanging up. “Looks like you are going to have a play date tomorrow. My friend, Amber just acquired a adorable looking girl. I hope you can be friends with her.” Jessie ignored everything that the Amazon spoke of, focusing all her attention to consuming all the liquid within the bottle as her mind began to regress a little. - - - - - - Amber put her cell back into her pocket as she watched silently as her two babies were playing with a bunch of toy blocks and cars. The Amazon could see that Kyle was really absorbed into his activity and while Aura was playing with some of the blocks, she could tell that it was forced and not something that she was invested into. “How about I put a movie on?” Amber asked as she turned on the television. “Can you pretty please put the King of the Lions on?” That's my favorite, I'm sure Aura will like it as well.” Kyle insisted as he sat on his knees. “Are you okay with that, Aura?” Amber asked as she used the remote to head to her list of movies that were on demand. “I...Guess so.” Aura didn't really care at the moment, she had zero motivation for anything, for she wanted to be reunited with her friends again. Amber easily noticed how distressed her baby girl was and wanted to do something to change that. After putting on the movie for a half hour , the Amazon paid close attention to Aura to see if the movie would change her attitude. Unfortunately it didn't seem to be working. The movie itself didn't have any hypnotic suggestions like with the cartoons on cable television. The amazon wanted her little girl to enjoy her new life naturally but it wasn't going as planned. Kyle looked so happy, the polar opposite of Aura as the movie progressed. Amber decided to take action and help ease her newly adopted little. “Come here, sweetie. We need to have a little chat.” Amber gently picked Aura out of the playpen as she brought her to the couch. “What's on your mind? Are you worried about your friends?” Amber began to massage the girls shoulders, hoping to ease her tension. “I miss them, So much so.” Aura could feel Amber's heartbeat as she placed the back her head onto the Amazon's chest. “I promise that starting tomorrow, I'll do whatever I can to help find your lost friends. The doctor from earlier today has a husband that is also a lawyer, he should be able to investigate into it.” Amber gently placed the girl into a cradling position. “Thank you.” Aura blushed as she felt oddly relieved and safe. “Perhaps I can do something to relieve your anxiety.” Aura began to wonder what Amber was talking about as she began to remove her sweater and then her shirt. “You can't possibly!?” Aura realized what her caretakers intentions where as Amber removed her bra, leaving her breasts exposed. “Do I have too?” Aura kept her attention away from The amazon's face. “I'm not forcing you but this would certainly help take off some of the stress you are feeling.” Aura wanted to say no, and that the Amazon was crazy for suggesting such a idea. However after glimpsing into Amber's eyes, something in her mind told the little that she was going to be alright. “Before I nurse you, I just want to let you know that you will mentally regress for a short period. During that time, I will protect you with all my love.” Aura could see the genuine affection of her caretaker and that she had her best intentions in place. “I guess this won't be so bad.” Aura thought to herself before opening her mouth to the soft flesh of the Amazon's breast. “Just take it slowly.” Amber replied as she ruffled the girl's hair. Aura took a moment before she her mouth decided to act on it's own and suck down the milk that the Amazon naturally produced. “Wow! This is better than I could have possibly imagined!” Aura didn't understand or even wanted to know how such a delicacy could be hidden in such a intimate way. Soon all her thoughts began to diminish as her mind began to regress into it's most infantile nature as she nursed. - - - - - - - - “Alice! Pizza's here!” Tohru yelled out to the little who was curretly in the backyard. The red head had just finished a few swift kicks to a punching bag as soon as she heard the Amazon's voice. As the girl walked back into the house, she grabbed a paper towel on the counter to wipe off some of the sweat from her workout. “Take as much as you want.” I've got some soda for us in the living room.” Tohru responded as she exited the kitchen. “I can't believe you have your own mini dojo in the backyard, that's freaking sweet.” Alice replied as she went to grab a slice of pizza from the counter. The girl was slightly frustrated that she had to stand on a chair to make things easier for her. “It's nowhere near as large as Master Kanna's but it does the job, that's all that matters.” Tohru responded as she poured herself a glass of soda while doing the same for Alice. As Alice took a seat on the couch, Tohru noticed that the girl had only taken one slice. “These portions are ungodly. I think one will be enough to fill me up.” Tohru giggled after hearing the response from the little. The Amazon turned the television on to her favorite station. “This channel doesn't have any shows that will effect your kind, plus it has my favorite crime drama. It's called Order and Law, special victims unit.” Tohru stated as she took a bite of her pizza. “Your gonna have to write down a list of channels that I have to watch out for, if I'm somehow stuck here longer than I want to.” For the first time in a long while, Alice felt a sense of bliss, which was more than welcomed. “While some channels do have hypnosis like effects on little's they are usually short term and don't reduce your mind too far.” Tohru stated as she took sip of her drink. “I don't need anything done to my mind whatsoever.” Alice turned her attention to the show on the television. “There is one channel that you must never turn it on too. It's channel zero. That station was created to permanently reduce a little's mind into infancy. No matter what, do not even put it on there for a second.” Tohru stated with a serious tone. Alice nodded her head in agreement as another sound could be heard, coming from Tohru's cell phone. “Hello? Oh...Amber, how are you? … That's great to hear!....A barbecue at Alex's? ...Serena will be there as well with her baby girl?...Sure I'll be there. … I actually will be bringing a guest along, if that's alright?” Alice listened in on the conversation while keeping her eyes onto the show. As Tohru finished her call, Alice asked the Amazon what the conversation was all about. “Amber, the Amazon that you visited the night before, has invited us over to a friends house for lunch tomorrow and more importantly, your two friends will be there as well” Tohru responded with a hint of excitement. “Finally! A light at the end of the tunnel!” Alice's felt confident about the future. She would be able to reunite with her friends and perhaps with the help of her Amazonian friend, she would be able to find a way back to her dimension.

I honestly feel that biology is the biggest reason relationships are strained or end because of a diaper fetish. In my marriage although my wife is far from vanilla in the bedroom she most certainately desires to be with a man. Not a baby, not a man who wants to pee pee in his diapers, and most definitely not a sissy who wants to be a baby girl. What she desires is what biology has ingrained in her to want so that she can produce the strongest offspring. A woman almost has to go against evolution to accept her partner in diapers. Now of course it works too if you are a man and are with a female partner who has a diaper fetish. Men are programmed to have offspring with someone that will mother their children not be a baby herself. The best case scenario for a strong relationship to exist in my opinion is when a partner has a diaper fetish that their partner has similar desires. Daddy wants a liitle girl...little girl needs a Daddy. Sissy baby wants a dominant Mommy...Mommy likes being in charge of a sissy baby. It even works well if both partners are ABDL. How much easier is it to understand someone who likes to wear diapers or be treated as a baby when you yourself enjoy the same feelings. Personally the guilt I feel while wearing diapers in my marriage now revolves around the fact that I know it is something that my wife had to accept to be with me. It is not her favorite. It does not typically make her wet. At times it is even a strain and a burden. My wife most definitely loves me for me....diapers and all. That does not mean she will ever have to like me in diapers. I struggle to understand if she is better off without me simply because who I am is not what she wants.

I have a covered porch, so unless it's something expensive, or a bale of diapers from China they just leave it without bothering me. But I also keep my lounge pants on the floor next to my bed at night in case I need to dress in a hurry.

17 - A Night of Celebration While the tv continued to play, Emily busied herself with inspecting just how squishy Pip was. Like a diligent scientist, she’d poke and prod him all over, curious to see just how long it’d take for the dents she’d cause to slowly regenerate and erase any trace of her own impact. Despite being nearly completely naked, Joyce always knew how to keep the apartment regulated. Apart from the occasional shift which would cause her diaper to crinkle, causing her emotions to get a little warmer than she’d have liked, she was overall content. How couldn’t she be? Everything today was about her, and even if it weren’t her birthday, she’d still feel like the center of Joyce’s universe. At times, yes, it could be a little overwhelming, but compared to her initial feelings, when she first walked through her door--correction, when she first woke up in her guest bed, she now had an odd sense of normalcy… She was in a bubble, as best as she could describe it. Her own little oasis she was just beginning to think of as her own. By large and far, it all belonged to Joyce, but so did Emily, too… Even if it wasn’t the most adult and responsible thing to do, nor was her current behavior, someone watching over her had such a positive ring to it. Then, for no explicit reason whatsoever, what’d been hanging over their heads the entire day suddenly sat atop her shoulder; an immovable weight which pinned her worries and nerves deep into her flesh, and near-snapping her spine. Such a pointless and relatively insignificant fear had grown and festered into an insurmountable monster that glared its teeth at the girl. As inside Emily’s head as Joyce’s reassurances and she herself was, a person can never be fully convinced unless it’s by their own conviction. The irrationalities always knew just when the big and scary Joyce was scarce, because it was then Emily could feel them breathing down her neck, staring her down like lasers on an ice cube on a hot Summer’s day. A poor, and cheesy analogy, she knew, but time after time had proven she wasn’t exactly the best thinker… The first thing they’d think of her was what a freeloader she was. How some stranger could leech off of their hardworking daughter, take advantage of her kindness, indirectly spend her money, be spoiled rotten, eat her food, take up her bedspace, waste gas, take up bath water, breathe the same air as-- The room started to feel a bit hotter than she would have liked, and slipped Pip a little bit forward just to give her face something to bury itself into. Something to cool down her overheated gears. Her feet strained into the cushy, oversized cushions of the couch as she made a small, apprehensive whimper. Pointless worrying was exactly how it was called: pointless. Even still, it didn’t stop her from feeling that way. Maybe from the right perspective their relationship was understandable, but how could you explain this sort of dynamic to rational, everyday people? Something was bound to slip, or be misinterpreted as something that’d sour their image. Her parents had no real control over what Joyce or Emily did, but they could certainly make them feel sore about it. And the diapers. Oh, the diapers. The nursery, toys, bottles, pacifiers, bibs; all of it. As far as Emily saw it, they were in a war zone right now, and they were supposed to make it look like paradise again in less than 24 hours. She knew the nursery door was lockable, but to even consider the thought at being revealed nearly made Emily want to take off her diaper right then. All that’d protect them from certain demise was a visual obstruction and a block of wood just a few inches thick. Her cushy underwear was starting to feel less than ideal. That’d disappoint Joyce, though… And as much as she hated the idea, she tried to ignore her constant, inner nagging about how to “better herself.” On the grand scheme, Emily’d like to think that she’d never been steered wrong by Joyce before, even if there had been certainly trying times. She truly was an emotional pillar for the girl. Before, she may have considered the gesture fickle, and something she couldn’t wholly lean on, but after how she’d been emotionally distraught again and again, and made whole once more by such an unyielding, powerful force, Emily might as well have thrown herself at the safety net Joyce was. Emily didn’t think the feeling of guilt would ever leave her, or would at least take an extremely long time to. The feeling that she could never contribute as an equal. Case and point being her naked self snuggling with her personal stuffed toy on another person’s couch. Somehow in Joyce’s world though, this equated to probably the thousands of dollars she’d already spent on her. And to top it off, Emily thanked her in wet and messy diapers? A harsh stretch, she knew, but it wasn’t framed as a belittlement of Joyce’s desires, rather a mocking of Emily’s personal shortcomings. Joyce had everything she could ever need, with the money and power to satisfy any other trivial gap. All Emily brought to the table was herself, and even at that she need not forget how the only she table she came near was the one meant for changing diapers, as well as needing to be carried to it. The worst of it all was how Emily enjoyed it. Certain parts, at least, as she desperately hoped Joyce cleaned her bottom well... But the fact remained that she derived pleasure from everything else. She didn’t feel like she was allowed to. She hadn’t earned it. How was it fair that she not only got to feed off of what Joyce did for her, but what she also did for Joyce? She was eating three-quarters of a fifty-fifty deal. But of course, that’s what Joyce wanted: Emily to be her happy baby. But the give and take were so seemingly lopsided, it still felt like she was shortchanging the woman. This is about the time Joyce would come to cheer me up… Passively, she thought, then briefly became wide-eyed over such a thought escaping her. How much of a dependent had she become? She wanted to feel like a big girl--an adult, more than anything right now. Stumbling over the passive effect Joyce’s matronly vibe has had on her forced an annoyed smirk. Unashamedly, and not even stopping to question it, she felt herself wanting to be intimate with Joyce, just not in this way. It was all just so...confusing. As if she were trying to shake the verbal ideas outside her head and into the physical plane, she let out a deep, annoyed sigh. Her hands grew restless, as they fondled Pip’s face and pressed into the cushions. Flustered all over, she nearly jumped when a cool, burst of air hit her neck. A small ‘eep’ of surprise escaped her when she jumped, and despite being all crinkles, turned her head poutily back to the culprit, the one she’d just been thinking so fondly of. Clearly this’d dock them a few brownie points... Joyce, known far too well for her mischief merely giggled at the sight, and kneeled by the couch, casually working her hands into Emily’s back muscles and shoulders. “This doesn’t mean I forgive you, y-” she was about to say, until an involuntary gasp erupted from a particularly tense spot. A knot in her muscles had just been untied, and the physical fatigue she never knew she had, suspended by a simple cord had been released in one simple stroke. She resigned herself to playfully angry murmurs after that. “I just finished making arrangements for my mom and dad,” Joyce explained whilst she stroked Emily’s lower back, with the pinky of her splayed hand just teasing the elastic waistband of her diaper. Emily looked onwards, focusing herself on the sweet sensations exploding from inside her body. Who knew a basic massage could be so euphoric? “And what time are they coming again?” “Noon, I think she said.” Joyce then looked a bit more thoughtfully at Emily. “Are you gonna be okay with this?” “Of course,” and even if she wasn’t, the thought was unthinkable to be a fresh set of eyes in Joyce’s life, and already create a wedge between she and her parents. “I’m just...” she always dreaded repeating herself, because that just meant Joyce hadn’t done a good job of solving these problems in the first place. “I’m nervous...” From the cheeks down she was absorbed by Pip’s figure. “I’ll be there with you every step of the way, okay? You’re my big, strong girl, and you’re also my significant other,” Joyce then laid part of herself on Emily. “You’re special to me, and I want you to be okay around my family.” Maybe it wasn’t so much of even that. Joyce simply saw it as another sign of validation that what they had was genuine. By introducing her parents, it deepened the connection they had; intertwined Emily’s life with hers. “We’ll get you all prim and proper tomorrow,” Joyce gleefully cooed. “They’ll see what a pretty princess you are~!” Emily knew it was probably teasing, but further emotion was channeled into her back, this time being an uncomfortable chill. “Joyce!” Emily whined, finally looking back. “I know, I know. I’m just kidding,” her upbeat tone seemed to have reeled itself in, as she assumed her complacent self. “You’ll be your big girl self tomorrow.” It wasn’t quite like how Emily would have liked to put it, but it was in the right direction, at least. She tried to find the state of comfort she was in before Joyce’s teasing, but she really didn’t know what to do with herself right now. “Are we gonna start cleaning up soon?” “I’ll work at my own pace, sweetie,” Joyce both answered and simultaneously corrected Emily’s question and self-inclusion. Just the same for Emily, it both stirred positive and negative emotions within her. How Joyce could shoulder so much was completely and totally beyond her, but she never wanted to add to Joyce’s workload if she could help it. Then again, she’d already done that so much already, was she even allowed to feel bad about it anymore? “Trust me,” came the two-word command that Emily never seemed to not follow, “they won’t notice a thing.” “And if they do?” Such a worrywart, Emily was. “They won’t.” “But still…!” “Then if that happens, which it won’t, but if the impossible does happen,” finally inching forward to come eye to eye with Emily, “we’ll deal with it then.” It was a less than fantastic response, and even if it were backed by Joyce’s confidence, the response to Emily felt painfully empty. That’s what someone would say if they weren’t planning for the worst. That always meant the worst was going to happen. The House always wins, and fate always knows how to screw a person over in the end. It probably wasn’t true, or so Emily would like to think, but she couldn’t help but feel that superstition would do them in by the end of this visit. “But let’s forget about the silly stuff,” Joyce ushered, casually dismissing a very not silly and in fact very serious thing. “Did you feel okay about what just happened?” Once and in a long while, just like this time, Joyce looked dreadfully serious, ensuring no misinterpretation of joking could emerge. Emily knew exactly what she was referring to. She could still feel the smell etched into her nostrils… Poking at recent wounds didn’t feel great at all, but she sorrowfully responded. “Truthfully...not great,” Emily gave a small frown. “It’s hard, and...it stinks...” both figuratively and literally. It was taking a lot just not to cry from it right now. “Is it like that everytime?” She stared at Joyce, fearing for the worst. “No, honey, no, it gets easier, I promise,” Joyce soothed. To be honest, she was a little surprised and glad to see Emily take to this so well. Really, she wasn’t, but compared to Joyce’s expectations of outright refusal, this went leaps and bounds beyond that. And now she had Emily’s precious trust and encouragement to move forward with. If she needed to take certain, reasonable steps, that was now expected of her. She’d do anything to ease Emily’s pain. “Is there anything we can do to stop the smell?” Emily’s nostrils already twitched in unfortunate memory, given that she was the one who had the thing around her hips. “Maybe, but I can’t make any promises,” Joyce glumly replied. She didn’t want to say something like ‘you get used to it,’ because even if she might, that wasn’t how she wanted to solve the problem. The diapers themselves already worked wonders on the smell factor, but maybe a little more powder in the future couldn’t hurt as well… And she hated to sound selfish in even her own thoughts, but a foul smell was also a helpful indicator for when a change was in order too… Then, in a stroke of brilliance, a wonderful idea overcame Joyce. “Oh! I think I know of a way to help.” Curiously, Emily looked over. “But it involves when you use the toilet as a grown-up, okay?” “I’m not wearing diapers for when I need to use the bathroom.” ...Not as an adult, at least… “No, no, I don’t mean that,” Joyce calmed, though she still acknowledged it as a perfectly acceptable avenue. “I was getting at bringing Pip with you to the bathroom.” “P...Pip?” She looked down on the toy, half-expecting his inanimate eyes to stare back up to her in disbelief as well. “What does he have to do with any of this?” “There’s nothing to it,” Joyce simply explained. “When you go and use the bathroom,” she helped Emily stand on her knees on the couch, then firmly secured the mochi ball in her arms. “Give him a niice, biig squeeze, okay?” As if to demonstrate, she helped her arms squish the little guy firmly to her stomach. “But I don’t get how that...” “You’ll see later on. Don’t think about it too much. Just start doing that for me, okay?” Awkwardly, Emily agreed, though she still didn’t get how a stuffed toy played into all of this. She stared at Pip questioningly. What had she done to him? Rather, how much did she pay to buy him off? She side-eyed the seemingly innocent friend. Innocent for now... “Apart from that,” Joyce briefly spoke, taking the remote from the table, then killed the noise from the tv. “We went way past your tv limit.” She stroked the top of Emily’s head. “Your brain is far too sweet to go rotten from stuff like this!” Her tickles inevitably caused Emily to giggle. “Then what else am I supposed to do?” amidst her giggles, Emily somehow managed to cry in a writhing, wonderful frustration. “Well, seeing as you’re all tuckered out from your toys, maybe you’ll help me make dinner? Huh? Sound good to you?” Chuckling, letting the excitement rise and fall in her own voice, she didn’t stop her tickles until Emily pleaded yes and yes, begging for her to stop. The larger woman’s strength came into play, as she held Emily firm despite wriggling so strongly, it just proved that Joyce was stronger. She stood Emily on the ground, who was still wiping away her tears. Tears that were induced for all the right reasons. Then, Pip, who was being used to give her some sense of modesty, was taken from her then set on the couch. “No pouting,” Joyce said, as if it were a reminder, and every inch of Emily’s body apart from her nether regions were on display. “Mommy needs a special helper, and we can’t have Pip getting dirty.” It was a silly excuse for telling Emily to forget her modesty at the door, but it helped her move along with things. Watching Joyce in her jeans and sweater was making Emily awfully reminiscent of her own clothes, even if they were just a onesie and a dress… She wasn’t supposed to feel bad about this though. She was supposed to be okay with it. She was supposed to accept the flow of everything. At times it was hard, and others, simply conflicting over how she could go along with it so easily. Was she supposed to resist? She tried not to give it much thought during their walk down the hall. Once in the kitchen, Joyce had Emily stand over by the counter. “Eyes closed,” Joyce instructed. Then, Emily smirked, challenging, “Oh? And if I don’t?” Then, Joyce with a smile responded in an almost deathly serious voice, “Then that’ll be a timeout in the highchair.” Emily was already holding back a giggle, one that would be sounded as soon as she heard the ridiculous, or funny response. But when it came out and she fully processed the words, nervousness affected her laugh more than anything else. “Y...you’re kidding, right?” “Do you want to find out?” Joyce looked back to Emily as if a mama tiger were expecting her cub to get feisty. Then when the fabricated tension finally lingered for a few moments too long, Joyce pulled her in for a hug. “Silly, of course I wouldn’t punish you,” she then slipped an apron over Emily’s neck, then said, “well, only if you do something really naughty. But, you’re my good girl, so I know that won’t happen.” She walked behind Emily to tie the apron, and while the girl gulped, and tried to focus on avoiding punishment, the apron felt fit and snug around her waist. She felt her hair being bunched into the loose bun, and she twiddled her thumbs while she waited for prep to finish. Joyce had been looking forward to this since she last thought of it. They both had cooked, but never together, and never as a mom and daughter. She already had her own apron on, and was just finishing the final touches on Emily’s hair. No matter how she looked, she was always irresistibly adorable. Emily may have considered it a curse, but Joyce found it to be a bountiful blessing. “All done,” Joyce steered her over to the cabinets while she took out a cutting board. “I need you to find me a pot and fill it up with some water, okay?” With confidence, Emily shook her head yes, and so did the bun of hair behind her head. Joyce bit her lower lip, trying her best not to smother her again. They were stored in the lower cabinets, and Joyce couldn’t help but watch her padded rump slouch over while the owner of it searched diligently for such a simple thing. It was the prospect of helping that had Emily so engaged, as well as being able to cook with Joyce. Maybe she could even pick up a thing or two… While she filled the pot with water in the sink, Joyce grabbed all the vegetables she needed from the fridge, stepping behind Emily, washing them under the stream. “Is this much good?” Emily asked, eyeing the level carefully. Normally she wasn’t so anal about something so trivial, but she felt the need to be so persnickety given she was working by Joyce’s standards now. “That much is fine. Be careful when you move it to the stove, okay?” Joyce suddenly didn’t sound so jokey anymore, as she watched Emily move the heavy, jostling pot of water. She nearly let out a sigh of relief once it touched the stove. Not that she didn’t trust Emily, but she didn’t want her getting hurt on her watch. She needed to remind herself that Emily was a functioning adult at times like these. She could get a bit too into her role. “Now come and watch Mommy chop,” she brought Emily to her side, making sure she had a good view. Showing her hand to Emily, the tips of her fingers were curled inwards, saying, “Like a kitty, okay? It’s a good way to avoid boo-boos.” She looked as if she were waiting for a nod, and Emily happily answered so. Emily knew the gist of proper cutting etiquette, but she supposed a review could never hurt, and truthfully it was a little fun playing the ‘aspiring chef.’ There was no harm in mixing a little fun with the more serious bits, and starting with a bell pepper, Joyce in a few simple cuts had it divided into halves. Emily had to blink for a few seconds, processing what she just had seen. Wasn’t that a little bit too fast? Clearly it wasn’t as spectacular to Joyce though, as she was still hinged on the much simpler part of the lesson. Either she considered her level of speed insignificant, or something far beyond Emily’s own level. “See?” She showed off her hand yet again. “Kitty paws.” Emily nodded again, only with a bit more curiosity as she watched Joyce chop. Again, she moved like lightning as the metal blade slipped and sliced through the vegetable, moving by even intervals and leaving uniform victims in its wake. And as a parallel yet synchronized process, she moved her fastening hand down the vegetable as the knife moved, maintaining an even space the whole way. “Think you wanna try?” Unexpectedly intimidated, Emily nervously answered, “Uhm, sure...” The other half of the bell pepper was set in front of her, and the bar had been set awfully high. She felt like she was destined to fail. Slowly, she mimicked the “kitty paw” approach, as Joyce called it, then with much more mindful precision tried to form her first cut. Then when she pressed, it wasn’t nearly as smooth as a motion as Joyce’s was. Instead, there was slight resistance in her cut, and she had to press, then a telltale snap would erupt as the knife hit the board. Then she tried the next, and it was somewhat the same. The next one too, and by now she could see her spacing was off. Before Joyce could give any input, Emily was the first in a whine, “How am I supposed to do it like you?” “Ah...well...” Joyce at a near loss thought for a moment. She was starting to think that she may have made something that looked skilled into child’s play, especially to a novice. It was easy, but only when you had years of dedicated experience to back it… It was an innocent, yet broad question, and it had no easy answer. “Here,” Joyce had taken one hand into each of hers, and positioned the blade. “One step at a time.” Even Joyce needed to pause for a moment, as it was like she had to explain how to breathe. She didn’t put much thought into her technique nowadays, considering the best she could say right now was to just do it, and even if she was above average, she wasn’t exactly a master cook. What a spectacular teacher she’d be. “You need to start with a small cut from the bottom,” Joyce helped her position the knife, just so it was slightly leaning into the bottom edge of the pepper closest to the board. “That way when you press down...” She moved her hand down, and consequently Emily’s, and further down the line the actual blade, as the small, simple incision they had made expanded across the arch of the pepper with ease and a small clack from the knife hitting the board. “Like that, I guess,” Joyce simply stated, whilst Emily stared in awe. “Is it really that easy?” Emily exclaimed over such a simple thing, admittedly giddy to fully try it herself. Her slight shuffles caused a few crinkles from her bottom, and it warmed Joyce’s heart to no end. “...Can you show me again?” Joyce smiled, then set themselves up for the next cut. It had a little more spacing than she’d have usually put, but she wanted to give Emily a generous area to work with. “Ready? One more time. So start with a small cut on the other side, then ease it down...” Another successful cut, and Emily was unashamedly ecstatic. She actually felt like a pro, and had discovered a secret that revolutionized the wheel. She’d been thinking about sliced bread all wrong! “Okay, now it’s your turn.” Joyce let go of Emily’s hands, and after a second went over to the stove to turn on the burner, right underneath the pot of water. She came back to Emily and saw her accelerating into a rapid pace. “Easy now,” Joyce warned, placing a hand on her shoulder to slow down. “It’s not a race, okay?” She chuckled over Emily’s slight remorse. “I just wanted to do it like you, that’s all.” Emily spoke earnestly, already trying to elevate herself to the heights of the greats. But apparently she was flying too close to the sun. “You’ll get there, but only if you play it safe. Mommy’s being very generous letting you use a knife you know,” Joyce spoke sternly, but with a joyful smile as Emily laughed in return. Again, it felt strange to be worried by Emily handling a tool she was more than capable of, but the kid’s diaper around her hips spoke differently… “What’re we making, anyway?” Emily asked while she finished up her final chops. “Stir fry. Quick and easy,” she answered while grabbing the package of noodles from another cupboard. “What time is it though? Isn’t this a bit early?” “Maybe, but it should work right about to dinner time. Besides, if we need to turn in early, so be it. Tomorrow’s probably going to be busy.” She spoke with equal parts simplicity and dread. She had no idea what tomorrow would be like, and even if it went well, that still meant there was another whole 48 hours for something else to go wrong. But for the sake of being positive, she tried not to think that way. Emily had already had her fair share of worry, so she did her best to shrug it off and watch Joyce work, while also moving onto the next pepper. “Hey Joyce?” “What is it, sweetheart?” “How long did you say that you were cooking with your dad for?” “Umm...At least 10 years, I guess?” Emily nearly collapsed from the nonchalant mention of her titanous level of experience. “Er, how long might it take for me to cook like you?” Joyce simply snickered as the water began to bubble, and she took a moment to admire Emily’s progress. “Why’s that? Is Mommy’s cooking suddenly not good enough for you anymore? Huh?” “N-no!” stammering, Emily retorted. “Emm-” she paused for a second, “Emily,” the same, typical smile overcame her face, and the corners of her lips rose just slightly, and the smallest sliver of teeth peered between her lips. “Baby steps, okay? If you really want to, you can practice with me more in the kitchen, if you’d like.” “Really?” Emily responded as if she’d been told she was getting a puppy. Such a simple gesture had her eyes glistening, and she looked to be over the moon. “Of course,” Joyce spoke while filling the pot with noodles. “What’s got you wanting to cook so badly, though?” “W-well...” Emily started, then quickly reeled back into her shell. “I kinda like to cook, I guess...” “Uh-huh?” Joyce asked half-seriously. Not that she doubted her, but Emily tended to be a pretty bad liar in front of her. “And...and I don’t know...” She leaned slightly from side to side, crinkling to and fro. “It’s nice being able to do stuff together...” Mildly surprised, Joyce blinked simply as she looked back to her busy bee. “We can always do more stuff together, Emm, but don’t we already do that now?” “Kinda, I guess...” It was one of those responses initiated by her raw emotions and feelings rather than intelligent thoughts and words. The perk to being so understood by Joyce was being able to skip the translation process. She could throw her messy self at Joyce and she could decipher her very being in just a few glances, pokes, and prods. “Is my little one feeling a little hungry for some more attention?” “...” “Emmy,” Joyce started to laugh, “when you want something, don’t be shy and ask for it! Besides, the worst that’ll happen is I say no?” Emily was suddenly out of things to chop, so she looked over to Joyce, with a bashful blush and smile, then nodded her head. “What can I do now?” “You...” Joyce trailed her voice as she looked about the kitchen, searching for something. A look of clarity came over her though when she left the kitchen, then came back with a familiar item. “You’re on break,” she handed the adult-sized baby bottle to her. “All gone, you hear?” She waited for Emily’s answer, which came right after. With some positive reinforcement, and a pat on the head, she then had the girl busy nursing watch as she seasoned the vegetables. “Hmm...” As if with a fine-toothed comb, Joyce scanned over Emily’s handiwork. “If I hadn’t known any better, a master chef could have been in here?” She held up a finely sliced piece of onion. The obviously exaggerated praise had Emily looking anywhere but at her biggest fan, yet the stream of juice didn’t stop one bit. “Oh, actually,” gently, Joyce removed the bottle from Emily’s mouth, and placed the knife back in her hand, adjusting the pink apron slightly. “Hold the knife up a little bit?” Puzzled, Emily listened as she looked at the knife herself, unsure of how to pose it. But pose it for what? She turned over to Joyce, just about to ask a question, but then the audible snap from her phone said plenty. “J-Joyce!” Partly frantic, Emily set the knife down then rushed over to her. “What’re you doing!?” “What?” Joyce spoke defensively, happily admiring the picture. “You look great! I don’t get to see my little girl in an apron very often, you know...” “But I’m wearing…!” “Diapers? So?” “What do you mean, ‘so?’” Emily continued to whine, and after pulling Joyce’s arm down the slightest bit, she could see the screen as well. It was herself, from the waist up, looking at a kitchen knife with the same level of obscurity as she was feeling a second ago. With her bun tied back and wearing an apron, it was certainly a different look for her… “See?” Joyce’s words pointed to the picture. “It’s a harmless picture. No diapers, and nothing naked.” Nothing we can see, at least. There wasn’t any need to add that though. Unnecessary nerves were the last thing Joyce wanted to stir. “But...” Emily wanted to find some sort of fault with it, because she wanted to believe there was. If she knew what she was wearing underneath, of course her paranoia assumed others would think the same upon first glance. “But nothing.” Joyce calmly, yet firmly ended it there. “The picture stays, and I won’t hear anything else about it, understood?” At a loss for words, Emily mumbled an ‘okay’ and continued to be quiet. It wasn’t that Emily was easy to manipulate, but she was simply more trusting of Joyce now. Maybe if she had really pushed, and even if Joyce felt uncertain about it herself, she’d have considered deleting the photo. But over something so small? Not a chance. Not when she was explicitly given permission to be a shot-caller. To be a mommy. “I’ll need one of you smiling at some point though,” playfully, she warned. “Either that or I’ll need to tickle one out of you...” the minor way she spoke to herself scared and stiffened Emily to no end. When it was a clear joke she knew to take it in stride, but from the outside looking in, it sounded like she was genuinely forming a plan… It didn’t take long for the bottle to be back in her mouth. “Well? How did my special little birthday girl like her num-nums?” Joyce fawned and gushed as she dabbed the washcloth over Emily’s face, barely able to move in her highchair. “Good as always!” Emily complimented, still relishing in the wonderful warm feeling she felt in her stomach. Though, a growing tinge in her bladder somewhat dampened the mood. Figuratively, of course. This was starting to feel oddly repetitive. Joyce had kept to her word though, and after being relieved of her apron, the only clothes Emily had on other than a diaper at this point was a bib just covering her breasts. Thankfully Joyce didn’t use that as an excuse to take away her silverware… It had been a wonderful night though, and what a special treat to finish it off on it was. Being her third time in the highchair, the feeling wasn’t too terrible… The security to it all was kind of alluring, in a way. Happily, and dumbly, because she knew it was okay to let herself go, Emily patted her hands on the plastic tray, swinging her legs, anticipating the release from her confines. “What’s gotten into you?” Joyce curiously nudged, washing their dishes. “You’re awfully cheery?” “I don’t know,” Emily giggled. “I’m just happy, that’s all...” she looked thoughtfully around the kitchen, soaking in all the love, care, concern and comfort she’d been given. “Thank you...” On a similar wavelength, past the jokes and simple banter, Joyce repeated the same back to her. “Now who’s ready for a bath?” Joyce looked around the room, curiously, opening cabinet after cabinet, and even lifting a candle for something that didn’t seem to exist. “Who is it? Hmm...I wonder who...” The simple charade was beyond ridiculous, but it was exactly why the absurdity had Emily cracking a smile. She couldn’t help but give a noise of approval once one by one her arms were lifted, and her armpits were analyzed like footprints. “Where is she?” Earnestly, Joyce continued the little game. “I’m right here,” Emily tried to say plainly, but it was obvious the silliness was infecting her voice as well. She tried to lean her head into Joyce’s, but just as she was going to make contact, Joyce leaned back like something else’d caught her attention. “Hey!”Emily swung her feet from the chair, and the tips of her toes just brushed the jeans of her mother figure. Then, just as she made contact, it looked to Joyce as if it were a fleeting thought, and she passively looked towards Emily with disinterest, then shifted rapidly to ecstatic surprise. “There she is!” after a small gasp, Joyce cooed. “What’s gotten into you?” Emily countered in a jokingly mockful voice. She repeated the same words with an artificial tone that nowhere near resembled her own, or Joyce’s. “Oh?” Joyce sounded in an almost offended surprise. “Is that what you think I sound like, missy? Maybe I should’ve resorted to the tickling, after all...” Immediately Emily’s mouth was tripping over itself, begging and pleading for her not to. It was all too wonderful, to see her little girl have the fear of God be put into her by mere tickles. It made Joyce feel a way she never had before. It was like trying to describe why you called blue, blue. There wasn’t any explicit reason for it other than it simply was that way because it was. It had no beginning chain of logic, nor an end. It was one of the many qualities of life you accepted, and celebrated its existence rather than questioned. “Well, you were being so good earlier, that I thought a little dessert was in order. But I’m not so sure now...” Dessert? Emily perked at the sound. Never once had dessert been on the menu here. Smoothies were one thing, but that came from a tangent, not an orderly sequence. And she’d just threatened the balance of this unknown, but likely delicious treat! She stared worriedly at Joyce, trying her best to seem apologetic. She didn’t even know if she was pretending right now, as the mention of sweets blurred the line between fiction and reality to such an intensifying degree. She was a mess of emotions and sensations, and they all screamed for deliciousness. Joyce had her arms crossed, and she looked reluctant, as if it were against her better judgment. “I don’t know...” “Please?” Emily was back to her innocent self, and it was a single word that could make Joyce cave. She planned to from the start, but Emily sure knew how to dish out the big guns… Joyce turned over to the fridge, opening the door after giving Emily’s most recent artwork an affectionate glance, then moved a few larger items to the side so she could pull out what she’d been hiding this whole time. “Ta-dah!” Covered by a thin layer of cardboard, with a plastic window etched into it, Emily could recognize the simple, yet elegant pattern printed around the display box in a pale orange and pink box. The front of it was a slew of cursive that Emily barely cared to read, but she recognized the logo immediately. It was a bakery, and a terribly expensive one at that. Lowering it just enough for Emily to see, inside was a plump square of marble cake, topped in a fluffy, light-looking frosting, crowned by a small centerpiece of banana and strawberry. Two small mocha sticks stuck out at an angle like an abstract hat ornament, and small shavings were lightly sprinkled about the top. The cake itself looked to be an enchanting gradient, as the dark chocolate core lightened into a vanilla hue at the top. It was a generously sized slice of cake that had Emily’s mouthwatering to no end. “Is that for me?” Joyce nearly rolled her eyes. “Of course it is! It’s your birthday! Did you really expect me not to get you cake?” Emily blinked her glossy eyes, and Joyce moved over to the counter with the box, already setting out a plate. What Emily hadn’t seen was the small piece of white chocolate mounted to the top with her name illustrated in a thin chocolate sauce. The finishing touch was the slim stick candle slipped on top, and Joyce lighting it with a match. Emily eyed it temptingly, almost wishing it were within her power to burst free from the chair. The lights in the kitchen started to dim, to the point where the only lights were the glow from the apartment windows looming over the streets, and the orange radiance from the symbolic flame. “Happy birthday to you,” in an angelic voice, Joyce began to sing as she moved the plate closer and closer to Emily. “Happy birthday to you!” The rise and fall in her voice was perfect, and pure lyrical ecstasy to Emily’s ears. Her voice was complete and total serenity to Emily, and if it were a drug she’d already be an addict. “Happy birthday dear Em-mily!” She made a small, satisfied squeal as she rubbed noses with Emily. “Happy birthday, to you!” With the only light in the room illuminating Emily’s wonderful, adorable face, Joyce looked on with immeasurable satisfaction. Taking a moment, Emily puffed up her cheeks, then unleashed a small gush of wind upon the poor, defenseless flame. The wave killed the flame almost immediately, and marked the first milestone she’d ever shared with Joyce. It made her so happy, Emily even against her adult will pushed heavily on her bladder, and the tight stretch finally snapped as the strange, yet acceptable stream flooded her diaper. Potty face. Joyce sighed with a smile as she watched, but could see she was still focused on the pastry. Plucking out the candle, Joyce also snagged the chocolate sign too and gave it a bite. Sweets weren’t her all-time go-to, but even she was curious to how the cake tasted… Just as Emily went for the fork, Joyce halted her with an “Ah-ah!” Emily paused, looking sorely cheated out of her special gift. Joyce looked stern for a moment, but then went back to an immediate smile, knowing she’d teased her for long enough. Emily wasted no time, plunging the fork into the fluffy, spongy substance, and was overwhelmed by a wondrous sense of stimulation the frosting was a smooth, airy cream that only added to the perfect mouthfeel, and she couldn’t help herself but already include the banana into her first bite. The strawberry would come later, and it’d be just as spectacular of a combo to the rest of the cake as was the concoction in her mouth right this moment. Had her mouth not been full, she’d have been making ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs,’ but because it was, she resigned herself to muffled, content noises. Emily was too caught in a drunken pleasure for her to care when Joyce took the fork from her, stealing her own bite. She kept hers a bit smaller though, just so Emily’s stomach had more to look forward to. Though maybe a bit more reserved, Joyce was as equally pleased as well. Clearly this had been the right choice, and she was happy to see her efforts had paid off in full. No words were exchanged when Emily repeatedly opened and closed her hands, begging for her eating utensil to be returned to her. Joyce happily complied, and while she was eating, Joyce needn’t force a smile out of her for a picture, because the cake’d already done so for her. You could see a bib around her neck, and the high cushion to the back of her chair was questionable...but… She slipped the phone away, going back to admiring the spectacle. It was a never-ending gravy train as flavorful bite came after flavorful bite. She never wanted the mouthgasms to stop, and the only times they did was when she needed to wash it down. At some point her juice turned into milk, not that she cared, and went back to happily munching her food. But in the end, the simple mention of such a state was indication enough of disappointment. Not that the cake was bad, no, but because there was none of it left. Granted, Emily felt like she’d easily overeaten, and her stomach strained to the point of a very mild pain. Punishment for her gluttony, she supposed. “Good, I take it?” Almost sluggishly Emily nodded yes, and Joyce could only chuckle. “I’m glad,” Joyce finally cleared off the tray, and even stole a swab of frosting from Emily’s bib, slipping it into her own mouth. She undid the straps, then gave the suddenly blushing girl a testing squeeze on the crotch of her squishy diaper. She hoisted her off the seat, then slipped the tray back in. “Ready for bath time?” Satisfied on all imaginable fronts, Emily nodded her head. Slipping the bib off, Joyce then took her by the hand and to the bathroom. “You’ve done so much for me today, babygirl,” Joyce spoke soothingly as she laid Emily down on the bathroom tiles, announcing the loud noise of tearing adhesives. The faucet to the bath currently gushed a hypnotic noise as the room slowly heated to a relaxing temperature. A small amount of steam rose from the water, and it was the perfect setting to watch the night sky through the window, whilst surrounded in warm, yellow colors whilst getting ready to hop into the blue, clear water. Everything was clean and shiny, and soon Joyce would do the same to Emily. She’d be refreshed in a sweet aroma of scent and smell, and go back to being her perfect self. Not that she never wasn’t. The diaper was only wet once, and it had a long way to go. Joyce thought about it for a moment, but tabled the idea for later. She wanted to focus much more on what was about to come. After removing Emily’s one article of clothing, she undid the bun in her hair and had her ready to be bathed. Still intoxicated by the atmosphere and everything it entailed, Emily stood dully as she watched the water rise, and feel the steam brush her skin. She could almost fall asleep to the noise, but did her best not to. “Someone’s looking a little sleepy, huh?” Emily turned her head to the source of the noise, and was stunned out of her sleep-induced state. “J...Joyce?” In a muffled reply, Joyce said, “What?” The reason it was muffled was because her shirt was covering her face, namely because she was taking it off. Setting it to the side, Emily wordlessly watched Joyce’s enchanting figure slowly unravel itself from the cruel confines known as clothes. Why was her body of such interest? Seeing her breasts suspended by the purple, patterned bra, the panties which complimented them came on display next as the simple stroke of her fingers slipped the denim flap from underneath the button. Lowering her pants, it displayed the rest of her curves, while Emily’s heart was in a shocking and unexpected tizzy, beating fast and heavy as she watched. The simple shake of her head to fix the state of her hair made Emily’s blood-pumper yet again skip another beat. She watched nervously as she felt herself grow hot from more than just the steam. Joyce paid her shameless ogling no mind though, as she unclasped her bra and her beautiful breasts were a spectacular sight to see as well. She’s a woman, so why am I… Emily tried to question further, but the feelings in her heart were telling her to stop, just so she could spend that much more time focusing on the one thing she could take her eyes off of. They were both women, though, right? So why did Emily feel the need to feel so...so flustered? It was strange how natural it felt to Emily though. She’d recognized this feeling with countless other people, but never to someone like Joyce. She’d never considered it, or at least she thought she hadn’t. Maybe Joyce was just that special? Again, questions were the last thing she wanted to entertain right now. Regardless, the feeling was undeniable. Attraction. Much like Emily, the last thing to come off of Joyce was her underwear as well, and suddenly she was just as naked as her baby girl. Emily stared at choice with reddened cheeks, and a face ridden with personal bewilderment. Her innocence only furthered the passion Joyce was feeling however, as unlike Emily, she knew exactly how she felt, and it was the perfect mix of motherly and partnerly affection towards her charge and partner. “Mommy needs a bath, too, silly. Is it okay if I join you?” Meekly, Emily nodded her head yes, trying not to be so fixated on Joyce’s figure. It was funny in a way, thinking how Joyce’d become so casual to Emily’s naked figure, whereas the first sign of Joyce’s for some reason had Emily registering her as drop dead gorgeous. Skin-to-skin contact came into play once Joyce had Emily in her arms again, and Emily wrapped her legs around Joyce’s waist. Emily pressed her smaller chest to Joyce’s easily larger one, and Emily locked eyes with the one person she couldn’t get out of her head. The water swished as Joyce stepped in, and very slowly she came to her knees, submerging Emily’s body soon as well. Emily wasn’t sure of the body’s melting point, but she was sure she was dangerously close to it. Too many factors right now were pushing her close to a fever induced by sheer pleasure. And partly in the water, with Joyce sitting against the rim of the tub, Emily turned her head sideways so she could keep her face unobstructed while using Joyce’s breast as a pillow. “I hope today was very special for you, Emmy. I love you so much, I want to wish you a very happy birthday.” Not a sound was heard, other than the bathroom fan, and the slight stirs of water. Joyce could feel Emily’s arms squeeze a little bit tighter around her, and her head nuzzle further into her chest. Then, she heard it. “I love you too...Mommy.” So not to disturb the moment, Joyce brought a hand to her mouth as she winced, and her eyes blurred with tears. Emily could feel herself be hugged tighter.

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Part Thirteen The two ladies laughed as they shopped for their new shoes. He caught the saleswoman once again staring at him as he suckled on his pink pacifier like a good little girl. "Oh my God, is that guy over there sucking on a pink pacifier?" He turned around to see two very attractive college age girls staring right at him and he quickly turned his head in embarrassment. "Why yes he is girls. My husband made the mistake of thinking he could backtalk me in front of this lovely saleswoman here so I decided the best way to keep him quiet was to make him suck on his pacifier." "His pacifier?" "Yes, my husband bought this pacifier at a novelty shop because he likes to sneak behind my back and pretend to be a little baby." "But it's pink?" "Yes, I apologize. I should have been more specific, he likes to act as a baby girl so I have decided to turn his dreams into reality." "Is he also wearing a diaper?" "Of course my little girl is. Where do you think she goes potty at?" All the women began laughing at him together. He held his head down in shame. "We have a friend that dresses as a woman but not as a baby girl. He takes female hormones. Does your husband take hormones?" "No, that is something I have not even considered but it is something that might be good for her." "My friend and I often babysit to earn extra money while in college. If your little girl needs a sitter I would be more than willing to watch her." "Well, I am going to start dating again so I may take you up on your offer. I must be honest with you though. My little girl will be doing all of her potty business in her diaper. It might not be such a fun job changing her when she is messy!" The one young college girl looked at him in disgust. "I am not changing the disgusting freaks diapers...that is all you girlfriend." "Now, now. It is not nice to talk about the little girl like that. She can not help being so pathetic. I am quite used to changing poopy butts and I will glady change her messy diaper for the right price of course. Here is my number, call me when you need a sitter to go out an do grown up things. Bye bye little girl. I may be changing your diapers very soon." The two girls turned and walked towards the exit of the store whispering and joking with one another as they left. Just before the nice girl walked out the door she turned and blew him a kiss. He tried his best to smile with the paci in his mouth and really hoped his Mommy planned to call her. "Mam, both of your spa appointments will be soon, are you ready to start checking out?" "Yes I suppose we are, did you pick out some nice shoes for yourself?" "Yes mam, two pairs made by Prada." "What an excellent choice and very expensive. How does it feel getting to own some of the merchandise you will be getting paid commission on sale's slut?" "Strange. I have never had a sale like this mam." "Well you have definitely earned it. Speaking of which, I was wondering if you may be interested in another job?" "What would that job be?" " Well I've noticed that you and my little girl seem to share a special bond. I have seen the way you have looked at her ever since you two rubbed your pussies together." "Umm...no...I mean...yes...I mean maybe Mam." "Do not worry, I am not upset with you. I have not been sexually attracted to my husband for years and I doubt that is going to change now that she is my little girl that will be in diapers the rest of her life. About the only way she will make me wet is if her diaper leaks on me. My little girl made you wet though slut." "Yes mam she did. I must admit that it felt amazing rubbing my wet pussy on her squishy diaper." "See perfect. You are also producing milk right now all because you were a slut. How much longer until you are done breastfeeding?" "I was about to stop Mam and start feeding my baby formula." "Perfect, except I do not want you to stop breastfeeding. Do you know what I want your new job to be?" "Ummm...maybe. Do you want me to feed my milk to your little girl?" "Such a smart little slut. I want you to be our wet nurse. You have proven that you quite literally make the perfect wet nurse as your pussy got wet as you nursed my husband. Feel free to allow her to nurse on your pussy as well and even your dirty asshole if you so desire. You will have this job until I start producing Mommy milk." "But mam you are not pregnant." "This is true right now. Yet how long do you honestly think it will take before I am pregnant by one of the real men who will be filling my fertile pussy full of their potent sperm? I would not be surprised if my husband's best friend does not impregnate me tonight. I am suppose to be ovulating today. I imagine my tits will be swollen just like yours in no time slut." "Yes mam, I will be your little girl's wet nurse." "Perfect. Now what do I owe you?" "The total comes to $12,759.35 mam." "Bitch, take your credit card out and pay your new wet nurse, we got an appointment to get to." "Yes Mommy."

I'm not yet married, but I do mess while my partner is home. I do have an advantage over other AB/DL's in that aspect however; he has no sense of smell!

Wow good question. I held for three days once, and I was bursting. I couldn't wait to get outside and walk to my car. I stood outside the big window just looking at the dresses and let out a fifteen inch anaconda. I have to admit, my legs got weak. It felt awesome too. After about a good two minutes I started walking to my car. glad I was wearing loose jeans. I sat in my mess and enjoyed the ride home in pure bliss. I have to admit it did leak onto my jeans, but who cares. I have a washing machine. Shower and bath and good as new.

My partner loves it when I mess my nappy, i love sleeping messy and he cuddles up to me all night then changes me in the morning

A- Any mild odor will clear adequately with a hour or two of open airing as long as the source is no longer present. Also girls tend to be more sensitive to this than boys. Coffee and fermented beverages will increase the odor significantly so are best avoided beforehand and during wear-time. And clean or keep clean any leakage so that in dealing with the used diapers you've dealt with the possible source of odors. B- Girls are at a highter risk of UTI's so to keep that minimal you shouldn't wear a messy diaper for any length of time, and you should clean up well afterward. C- Do whatever you think you'll enjoy; after all it IS time for you and you deserve to get the best from it while you can. Follow your heart. Bettypooh

I love to mess my nappy and stay in it for as long as I can. I've slept messy loads of times now it's the best thing ever. I am double incontinent so wear 24/7 and obviously mess and wet all the time. I love it so much

Okay, enough of the bondage crap. A simple rule, and understanding that if you try to stand, or walk ,you will be spanked till you no longer want to stand or walk. Is that understood?!