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  1. That's rather what surprised me. We weren't making love. I didn't touch her anywhere else. She seemed quite proud of herself, too, making a point of saying not all women could do that. _________________________ Chapter 42 Dear Jamie, I’m bringing you a Christmas present. Your forever friend, Cheryl Jamie was excited and nervous and some other feeling he didn’t know the name of. ______________________________________________________________________________ “Hey, Jamie!” He smiled and stood up, putting his things away in his cubby and happily walking out of daycare hand in hand with Amanda. This was one of the favorite parts of his day. Ella has already left, and he had spent the rest of the day jogging around the perimeter of the field. “What are we doing today,” he asked. “What makes you think we’re doing something?” “Because we almost always do.” “That means I must be spoiling you. Mel’s in the car We’re going on a short hike. How does that sound?” “Like fun,” he said. They drove away from home, skirting the outer edge of the city, where Jamie still hadn’t been, and crossed a narrow river. The area on the far bank wasn’t so heavily built up as their side of the region, and land quickly gave way to bare farm fields arrayed at every conceivable angle across rolling hills lined at their crests with cypress trees. They crossed a half dozen ridge lines until they saw a forest. Amanda followed a gravel road down from the ridge and into the woods. It was a good fall day for a hike. They pulled into a small lot by a trailhead not far into the forest. Amanda and Mel got out of the car, and Amanda went to the trunk while Mel helped Jamie out of his car seat. When she closed the trunk, Jamie saw she was wearing the little-carrier pack she’d bought at J.J. Legume. “Can I walk,” Jamie asked. “Of course! This is just in case you get tired, plus it has water and your things in it. “They set off down the trail trying to stay at a cadence that worked for all three of them. Mel, the most athletic of the three, slowed down for Amanda, who slowed down for Jamie. Still, the trail was difficult for someone of Jamie’s stature, with roots and rocks he had to climb rather than step over. Amanda and Mel took to holding his hands and lifting him over the taller obstacles. “Up we go,” Amanda would say, and Mel would take his other hand and Jamie would use his momentum to go up and over whatever was in his way. The woods were as big as a redwood forest to Jamie, and the moss growing on the trees and rocks and smelling so deeply of earth in fall, that just-past-summer smell before the autumn rains when the earth in the woods was dusty and hard despite the darkness cast by the canopy overhead. Still, around the edges of puddles Jamie saw the occasional footprint left by what looked like deer. Even with their help, by the time they reached their half-way point Jamie was tired. The forest opened up on a meadow, not very large, on a flat and low part of the trail that ran along the river they had crossed, which Jamie hadn’t even known was there through the trees. The two bigs looked fresh and ready to go twice as far, but Jamie was sweating and estimated they’d walk three miles at a clip that was for him not sustainable much longer. He could run at that pace, but he couldn’t speed walk at that pace and clamber over rocks and roots for much longer. Amanda unslung the pack from her shoulders, revealing that even she two was perspiring underneath it, and withdrew a blanket from inside of it. She spread it out on the grass, and the three of them sat down. From inside the pack, Amanda next fished out some apples, still cool from the fridge, some cheese, a plate, a knife, and several water bottles. Jamie removed the nipple from his; he needed the water faster than that would have allowed. The trio ate their snack and talked about nothing in particular. They landed on the topic of career plans, of which Mel had none, and Jamie did his best as the senior member of the group to pass along his insights as the only one to have ever had a career. “Ignore that BS about how you should find what you love and try to do that for a living,” he assured her. “Why?” “Because one, you don’t want to turn your hobby into work, and because two, you don’t want to turn work into a hobby. Work is something you do first because you have to. If you like what you do, that’s just a bonus, but don’t let your hobbies and your work get so mixed up that you have no identity separate from your work. Trust me: the work will not save you or make you happy.” “Speaking from experience,” Mel asked. “Yes. ‘Do what you love’ is great advice if you’re a business owner trying to get more dedication out of his workers, but that’s all it is.” The two of them absorbed his insight and weren’t sure what to make of it. Just because it hadn’t worked out for him didn’t mean it couldn’t. It made sense on its face to try to get a job doing what you love. “Can I go look around,” he asked. “Sure, but stay where I can see you. There are wild boars in these woods.” “Are they …” He wasn’t sure how to ask and realized the best way to do so was to think it from their perspective. “Are they small or medium sized.” “Small.” So what to Jamie was normal sized, not that he’d ever seen one in person. He did know they could be mean and would attack a person until that person stopped fighting back and held still. But Jamie didn’t think much of the chances of running into one. He walked toward the river. “So how’s his therapy going, if you don’t mind me asking,” Mel said. “Pretty good I think. He’s got a long road. Just the other day he wrote a letter to his caseworker back where he’s from. Totally put him in a funk. I don’t think he can even think of that place without getting all melancholy.” “He writes to his caseworker?” “I’ve never read any of the letter, but I get the sense that they were something of an item briefly.” “Hmm. He seems happy.” “He could be in a car wreck with you and have a good time,” Amanda rejoined. “But he is less prone to bad moods, and he hasn’t had a tantrum in a while. Still … the doctor thinks all the newness in his life is just distracting him, and that’s why he seems better on the outside. At first I thought that was BS, but I think I can see what she means.” “Like what?” “He’s just … I don’t know exactly what to call it. Anxious, depressed, but also just guilt, I guess. It takes like nothing for him to feel guilty about something.” “Like what?” “Like three days ago, these two bullies at his little care got in enough trouble that their mom came from work. She took them to the quiet room and gave them each a spanking. Jamie completely lost it.” “What did it have to do with him?” “Nothing. In fact, one of those boys spent two months picking on Jamie trying to get him to fight. But he just heard spanking and crying and bolted over there trying to interfere.” “A spanking isn’t such a big deal. Though that wasn’t the time or place.” “Well, I’ll disagree with you – people shouldn’t hit littles – but to Jamie it was just awful. He got … hit,” she swallowed, “growing up, and he dealt with a lot of abused kids.” “You never told me that.” “He won’t say much about it. He’s just alludes to it sometimes. What I’d give to get my hands on them … anyway, the daycare owner and his teacher both had to jump in. He was in full on rage mode and pounding on the door to the room, and then he just started sobbing. Mom had to go pick him up early.” “Geez.” “Can’t say I blame him.” “Was it like flashbacks or something?” “Maybe, but I think he just hates it when people hurt littles or kids. Apparently, that mom is a piece of work anyway. Jamie told me the receptionist told him she goes months thinking her boys are angels and then loses her shit and then goes right back into denial. And Jamie is just a very gentle person anyway; he lost his temper with one of those littles and felt terrible about it, even though he really didn’t do anything wrong. He even asked Mom last week at the garden store not to use weed killer because it’s bad for butterflies and fish and frogs.” “So how was he when your mom picked him up the other day?” “Inconsolable for at least an hour. He thought it was partially his fault for the time he got one of those boys in trouble.” “Ughh. That’s awful.” Amanda looked thoughtfully at the blanket. “I’m glad he’s here. He’s safer with us than he would be anywhere else.” “You do take good care of him. Honestly, I love him, but I’m not sure I could handle caring for a little 24/7 even without Jamie’s needs.” “I think everybody says that until they have one. You know how I felt about it – didn’t want a little at all.” “Heh. And now look at you. You’re actually nursing him.” “Not yet. We decided to let Mom get started, see how it went, and then if it still makes sense for me to do it.” “Are you jealous?” “Well, a little. She’s not even lactating yet, though.” “Oh.” Amanda looked up and around the meadow. “Where’d he go anyway? I told him not to go where I couldn’t see him. JAMIE!” Mel looked around, too. “JAMIE!” They heard no reply and went to look for him in the direction he’d headed. “JAMIE!” “JAMIE!” No reply. They spread out a little. “JAMES PATRICK,” she shouted. “Ooh, he is gonna be in so much trouble.” They were both growing increasingly worried. “JAMIE!” Very faintly they head his voice and quick stepped toward it. “JAMIE! WHERE ARE YOU?” “DOWN HERE,” Jamie shouted. “Don’t Come all the way to the edge.” Jamie was in the river to his knees. Fortunately the water wasn’t fast. “Where?” “The river. The bank crumbled. Don’t come all the way to the edge.” Amanda and Mel stopped a few feet shy of the ledge. “Oh my god! Are you okay?!?” “Yes.” “How do we get him back up,” Mel asked. From below the ledge, Jamie answered, “One OF you lie down and take the other’s ankles, and the other one lie down and see if you can reach me.” They did as he said. When Amanda peered over the edge, she saw a wet, muddy Jamie staring up at her. “Guess you didn’t hear me call for help, huh?” “Are you okay?” “Yes.” “Here,” she reached down with both arms and was able to get her hands around Jamie’s wrists. It wasn’t comfortable, but she was able to lift him up high enough that she could get an arm around his waist and drag him over the ledge. When he was seated up there, Amanda hugged him tight and then let him go. Jamie had seen that look from her on his behalf before, but never directed at him. “I told you to stay where I could see you.” “I did!” he replied, pointing at the blanket. Amanda turned and saw there was a line of sight between the blanket and where they were. “Oh. Sorry. We didn’t see, or I guess hear.” “That’s okay.” “Let’s get you cleaned up.” “Is he alright,” Mel asked, worried still. “I think so.” They walked back to the blanket. “Here. Hold still.” She pulled the wet tee shirt off of him, followed by his wet shoes and socks and shorts and finally his diaper. “Save some water for the animals next time,” Mel joked. Jamie was naked. He’d never been naked in pubic before, obviously, and he was also wet and cold and starting to shiver. He was glad they were alone. “Sit,” Amanda said, indicating the blanket, and when he did she wrapped him up. “You sure you’re okay?” “Yeah, I think so.” “Well, good thing you’re a little,” she said. “Why?” “Because if you weren’t I probably wouldn’t have brought an entire change of clothes for you. Except your shoes. Let me see.” She pulled back the blanket and checked Jamie for bumps and bruises, feeling his arms to make sure nothing hurt when she gently squeezed. Satisfied, she opened the back pack and pulled out a change of clothes in a grocery bag. “Arms up.” She got a shirt on him. “Lay back for me.” She got out a diaper, and Jamie laid back, knowing the drill, and she cleaned him thoroughly of the river water. She applied rash cream, which she didn’t normally do when they were out, and then checked his legs just like she had his arms and chest and back. She put dry socks on him first, which always feel good, and then a pair of his athletic pants. “You’re fine.” Surprising all three of them, Mel’s voice broke when she said, “Are you sure he’s okay?” “Yeah.” Jamie got up and walked to Mel, sitting down in her lap. She was hugging him before he could hug her. “I’m fine, really,” he said. “Thank you for helping me.” “You scared me.” “I’m sorry.” “It wasn’t you’re fault, buddy,” Amanda said. They packed up, putting Jamie’s wet things into the grocery bag. “Guess you’re riding back,” Amanda said. Jamie would have asked to anyway; between his jog at daycare and his steeplechase to the meadow, he was very tired. Mel helped get Jamie situated in the carrier. It was comfortable padded while also being ventilated, and though the padding between his legs was kind of wide, he mostly found it comfortable. It hugged his butt firmly. Mel was about to give him a playful pop on the butt through the carrier and thought better of it. Still anxious over not being able to find Jamie, even if for less than two minutes, she casually said, “Maybe we should get one of those harnesses with the leads.” Jamie gave her one of the dirtiest looks he’d ever given a big. “No way, Donna, not happening.” Amanda honked, “Ha! Burn.” They started on their way back, mindful of low branches. “How is it up there,” Amanda asked. “Good. Kinda weird. I feel like I should be pedaling or something.” That got a good laugh out of Mel and Amanda both, and they all started to forget being scared. It underscored for Jamie the nature of their dynamic. He wasn’t afraid when he fell, or even when he struggled to regain his footing. He was afraid when he called out and no one heard, just as they were afraid when they called out and didn’t hear a response. Back in the car, Jamie got buckled in, and Mel decided to sit in the back with him, not because she was afraid or even because she wanted to feel close to him, but just so it would be easier for him to participate in the conversation. “Anyone hungry-hungry,” she asked. I could use more than an apple.” “TexMex” Amanda asked. “Yes, please,” Jamie answered. They drove back to town and went straight to the TexMex place in the downtown part of their little suburb. “Mom won’t be mad if we spoil our dinner, will she,” Jamie asked after they were seated. “Not if we text her and ask her what she’d like us to bring her.” “So other than going for a swim, did you have fun, Jamie?” “Yeah.” He told her about how he was still getting used to how big everything was, how he wished he saw a boar, and asked if Mel hiked a lot. “Not a lot. But it is nice to go, especially in the middle of a weekday when you have the place to yourself. That trail’s a zoo on nice weekends.” A bowl of queso arrived. “I was into hiking for a little while. It always ended in me eating too much food at a place like this.,” Jamie said. He looked at their drinks. “Is it too late to order a virgin one of those?” “Not at all.” Amanda flagged down their waitress and ordered a virgin margarita and asked them to add any little juice they had that they think would be good. In a few minutes, Jamie was sipping a cold margarita, and what it lacked in booze it made up for in the little juice they added. “Woah,” he said. Amanda dipped her finger into the glass and tasted it. “Woah. They certainly didn’t forget to spill a little in the glass. Don’t finish that.” Between the exercise, fresh air, missed nap, filling meal, and margarita, Jamie was feeling sleepy before the check came. “Looks like an early bedtime after a nice, hot bath.”
    8 points
  2. Sorry for the delay everyone! Here is the next chapter! Chapter Seven Daniel stood outside Natalie’s doorway for a few minutes, before he turned around and left. He shoved his hands in his pocket as he kicked a nearby bush. He was such an idiot! He shouldn’t have worn a diaper on their date. He only wore it to help his anxiety; he had no plan of telling or having Natalie find out about it – he felt his cheeks burn as he made his way home. There was no hope for a second date now…unless. He bit his lip and shook his head, no, there was no way. He screwed this up. There is no way, and it’s done for now. I’ve ruined it all. I’m such a dumb ass. Once he got home, he sat at his computer desk for a little bit, parts of him wanting to reach out to his mommy for comfort, but thought it was best to go to bed. It was late, he had no energy, and he just wasn’t in the mood right now. He pulled off his clothes and put his night clothes on (he did keep the pullup on though) before he crawled in bed and went to sleep. “I can’t believe that you would be into this; it is sick. There is something wrong with you.” “It’s not like what you think…let me explain.” “There is nothing to explain. I understand perfectly clear.” “Please no, I thought you said that…” “It doesn’t matter what I said! I never thought that! I don’t even want to look at you right now!” Daniel woke up in a cold sweat, breathing hard; the nightmare slowly fading away as reality came sinking back in. He felt heaviness in his chest as he pressed his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, digging his forehead into his knees. Why were things going on like this? First the ending with Natalie and now that nightmare again? He bit his lip as he turned and looked at the clock on his end table. It was a bit after 6:00 AM, he didn’t have to wake up super early, but he knew there was no point in trying to go back to sleep. He took a deep breath as he flung himself out of bed and dragged into the kitchen to brew him a cup of coffee. Afterward, he walked over to his computer and sat down, sinking into the chair. DiaperedLittleOne: January 20, 20xx 6:32 AM Good morning, mommy. I know you’re probably still sleeping. I hope that your date when good last night. Mine did…until the very end when I’m 90% certain, she found out that I was wearing a pull-up. I then had another nightmare. It’s times like this I feel like an idiot for wearing diapers…it’s during these moments I wish I could throw it all always and live a ‘normal’ life. It took him a long time to hit send but knew that he needed too. Mommy violet often told him that whenever he was feeling down, he should message her and she would be right there for him. He already felt a bit of lightness overcome him once he sent the message. He took a few sips of his coffee as he started to click around on other websites. He was surprised to see that it was only a few minutes later did he receive a reply. MommyVioletLove: January 20, 20xx 6:42AM Oh, my poor baby! I’m so sorry you had that experience. Remember that you’re perfect the way you are. If she did find out about the fact you wear diapers and she can’t accept it, then she’s not the one. Everything will be okay, my little one. Just take deep breaths. You don’t know for sure, no reason to overthink. Daniel read her words about three times, trying to take deep breaths to calm him down. He felt as if he was at the brink of tears, but her words calmed him down somewhat. DiaperedLittleOne: January 20, 20xx 6:44 AM Thank you, Mommy. Your words did help me. Perhaps I am overthinking. I’m sorry for ranting…I just  everything was going great, and that just happened, and I’m so embarrassed! MommyVioletLove: January 20, 20xx 6:45AM I’m sure it’s not as big as a deal as you’re making it out to be! I’m sure she will send you a message stating that she had a wonderful time DiaperedLittleOne: January 20, 20xx 6:46 AM I really hope so He got off the computer then and went and took a shower (putting on the pull-up still once he was done), once he got ready and looked at his phone, he was surprised to see two new messages – one from Natalie and one from Lilly. Natalie: Good morning! I just wanted to let you know that I had a really good time last night! There is apparently a fair coming in town next week! Did you want to go? He couldn’t believe that he received a text message from her. He supposed his Mommy was right. He turned and stared at his computer for a long time, many thoughts going through his mind before he turned back to his phone to send a reply. Sounds awesome! I would love that! He then opened his text message from Lilly; it wasn’t like her to text him. He wondered if something happened and she was still feeling sick. Hey! Did you know the fair was in town next week?! We all should totally go together! He realized it was a group text message to him, Thomas and two other coworkers. Sorry, I have plans to go with someone else that day. He sent the message back before he logged back on his computer. DiaperedLittleOne: January 20, 20xx 7:06 AM You were right, mommy. She messaged me and invited me a fair that is coming next week. I guess I was worrying over nothing. MommyVioletLove: January 20, 20xx 7:08 AM Oh really now? That’s great baby boy *pinches your cheek* I told you! Mommy knows best after all. DiaperedLittleOne: January 20, 20xx 7:09 AM Thank you, mommy! You really are the best, what would I do without you? I’m feeling a lot better now. MommyVioletLove: January 20, 20xx 7:11 AM Aww good! I’m glad my little baby boy is feeling much better! And that is what mommies are for! I’ll always be here for you! Even if you do snag yourself another mommy in real life DiaperedLittleOne: January 20, 20xx 7:13 AM *big blushes* Oh boy, mommy! You’re making me blush! And I couldn’t imagine having a real-life mommy…but I appreciate your words! Same goes for you too of course! I’ll always be thankful for you! ❤️ MommyVioletLove: January 20, 20xx 7:14AM Thank you, baby! *cuddles you close* You’re the best little boy! DiaperedLittleOne: January 20, 20xx 7:15 AM With me wearing this pull-up still, it’s making me feel even more little! MommyVioletLove: January 20, 20xx 7:18AM Oh!? So my baby boy is still wearing his diaper? Such a naughty little boy. Have you used it? DiaperedLittleOne: January 20, 20xx 7:20 AM *blushes hard* Y-yes mommy, I am. It’s still dry…but uh I had a few cups of coffee already this morning. MommyVioletLove: January 20, 20xx 7:21AM Oh well, baby! You shouldn’t hold it in! you are wearing a diaper, after all, it’s there to catch any accidents you may have Daniel wiggled in his seat as he felt his bladder press against him. He knew that it wouldn’t be long before he used his diaper. But, he enjoyed holding off as much as he can, before he finally had to release. DiaperedLittleOne: January 20, 20xx 7:23 AM But…but I’m a big boy! MommyVioletLove: January 20, 20xx 7:25AM Big boys don’t wear diapers! So don’t be silly! Now use your diaper! If you don’t…mommy may have to put you over my knees and spank that cute little bottom of yours! Daniel felt his cheeks set on fire at the image of being across her lap as his diapered bottom was spanked. He finally let go, feeling the warmth spread across his crotch as the pull-up swelled up. He was glad that it didn’t leak, as it wasn’t as thick as a normal diaper. He pressed his hands against it, feeling his dick get hard with both the teasing and with the wet diaper. DiaperedLittleOne: January 20, 20xx 7:26 AM I did it, mommy. I wet my diaper. MommyVioletLove: January 20, 20xx 7:27AM Such a good boy! Do you have to work today? DiaperedLittleOne: January 20, 20xx 7:30AM No, I don’t. I have today off… MommyVioletLove: January 20, 20xx 7:32AM Good! I have to go into work for a few hours; I should be out by 2 pm though….until that time. My baby boy isn’t allowed to take off his diaper OR pleasure himself. Can you do that for me? Daniel stared at her words for a long time. Stay in this full diaper for that long and with no release? He could feel his dick press against his diaper, he was already turned on as it was – plus he was afraid of the diaper leaking, but. He bit his lip, having his mommy order him to do something like that, was both really embarrassing and also a major turn on. Before he could reply, she sent him another message. MommyVioletLove: January 20, 20xx 7:33AM If you do what I say, then I’ll reward you with something good. What could that be? DiaperedLittleOne: January 20, 20xx 7:35AM Okay, mommy. I’ll do as you say, I promise. MommyVioletLove: January 20, 20xx 7:33AM That’s my good little boy! I’ll see you in a few hours, baby! *gives you a big kiss and hug, and a smack on your bottom* xoxo Daniel logged off the computer and leaned back a little bit, taking a deep breath. He wiggled in his chair as he pressed down at his wet diaper. He was incredibly turned on, but bit his lip; he wanted to obey his Mommy and did as he was told. He got up and walked over to the couch and sat down, deciding to watch some TV, about an hour later he received a text message from Natalie. Hey! What are you up to? I’m on break from work right now. Not wanting to be here right now. Lol Just watching some TV and aww I don’t blame you! I’m glad I don’t go in today. Lucky you! Hey, there is this awesome new Netflix movie coming on tonight, you want to come over tonight? Yeah, sure that would be great Awesome! I look forward to it Daniel felt his cheeks burn as he wondered what that was supposed to mean? What was going to happen? He couldn’t help but let his imagination take over, remembering the softness of her lips and her touch. Of course, he wouldn’t make the same dumb mistake again and wear a diaper around her. He both secretly wanted to know how she felt about it, but also was a bit worried as well… There is something I want to talk to you about as well – but no worry’s nothing terrible! (I promise! I’m not just saying that) I’ll stop at the local convenience store and pick up a six pack for us! The next text message he got from her caused his body grew cold. What did she want to talk to him about? Was it…he looked down at his wet diaper…of course. That had to be it. Didn’t it seem like she was disgusted with him…but what if? He shook his head and took a deep breath. It was going to be okay. She tried to remember his mommy’s words as he sent her a text back. Okay, sounds good! Can’t wait either! About ten minutes later, Daniel received a text message from Lilly Daniel! Can you please come into work today?! It’s crazy! We could use your help! For only a few hours! Please! He sighed as he checked the clock; it was almost noon. He wanted to enjoy his day off, but he also wanted to be able to help out his coworkers, and he knew Lilly would do it for him if he asked. He looked down at his wet diaper, wondering what his mommy would say to know he had to take it off – of course, she would understand, of course, right? He sighed as he told Lilly he would be there as soon as he possibly could – taking off his diaper, jumping in the shower before getting dressed and heading down to the store. “Thank you so much! It’ll only be for a few hours!” Lilly said as he got there, giving him a great smile as the two of them frantically ran around the café, taking people’s orders and ringing them up for the next two hours. A little before 2:00 PM, Thomas, and another coworker showed up. Lilly and Daniel stayed for another thirty minutes before they left work. “Thank you. That was a big help.” Lilly said as they left the store together. “No problem.” “So how are things with Natalie?” Lilly asked, giving him a raised brow. “Isn’t that who you’re going with to the fair?” “Yes.” “I hope she treats you well,” Lilly said with a smile. “You know I went on a date with Thomas this past Saturday.” “Oh yeah?” Daniel asked, looking at her. “Yes, he has been asking me for a while, so I decided just to accept it,” Lilly replied with a shrug of her shoulders. “Good for you,” Daniel mumbled, feeling somewhat off at the news that Lilly went on a date with someone else. The two of them said their goodbyes and Daniel rushed home, once he got there he checked his messages. MommyVioletLove: January 20, 20xx 2:43 PM I’m sorry baby boy! I got held up at work! DiaperedLittleOne: January 20, 20xx 2:45 PM It’s okay, mommy! Actually, a coworker asked me to come in to help for a few hours, so I had to take my diaper off. I’m sorry, mommy MommyVioletLove: January 20, 20xx 2:53PM It’s okay, baby! Mommy isn’t mad! Sadly, things like that happen. Slight bummer though. The thought of you waiting for me in a wet diaper was pretty exciting. Daniel felt his face grow hot as he heard his phone start to ring. “Hello?” “Hey, Daniel! It’s Natalie! I just got off work about fifteen minutes ago, heading to the store now. When did you want to head over? Around 5? I can order us some pizza as well.” “Sounds perfect,” Daniel said, trying to keep his composure together. “Daniel…” “Yes?” “Never mind. I’ll see you in a little bit.” “See ya.” Daniel stared at his phone, thinking there was more than she wanted to say. What was going on? He felt like there was, even more, going on than just the fact she may have known he was wearing a diaper on their date? He felt his head start to spin as he closed his eyes. What was going to happen tonight?
    2 points
  3. Soon Rachel had "The Bump". If everybody didn't know by now that she was pregnant, and we were married. There was no hiding it now. A few months later I came home from work and found Rachel crying. My first thought was "what I had done to make her unhappy?" I was searching my mind for anything that could be construed as a unkind word or anything that could of been not said, that I should of said. "Why do you love me?" She asked?" "I love you because you put up with me, I will continue to love you as long as you do!" "No, I guess I should of asked how do you love me, I'm a whale!" The tears started to flow again. "Rachel to me you're the most beautiful woman in the world! You're perfect. If you look like a whale, I'm sorry thats my fault!" "Your fault, how is that your fault?" "You didn'tlook like this before I got you pregnant, blame me, okay?" "But it took us both, not just you and not just me." "That is true. But before I got you pregnant. Did you think you looked like a whale?" I saw a smile "I had my days!" "Rachel I would love you even if after the baby is born and you still looked like this. Your my wife!" "So your telling me you like me fat?" I should learn to not argue with her Horemones. "I would love you no matter how you look. Your carrying our child how could I not love you. That child is a part of us both!" "You haven't told me what you want a girl or a boy!" "It doesn't matter as long as it is healthy! Even if its not I'm sure we will love it still!" "What if it is like us and still wets his or her bed?" "He or she will have two parents that understand what he or she is feeling, the embarrassment, the feelings of being alone, that your still the only one wetting your bed." "What if.. He or she doesn't wet her or his bed, will he or she be embarrassed of us because we still do?" "We will teach her or him that bedwetting for us is a medical condition like having diabetis or asthma. But with our family history, your mom, both my parents, our siblings, both of this childs parents. Do you think this child stands a chance not to be a bedwetter?" "No!" "Whether we like it or not this child has like a 75% chance of wetting her or his bed. If we have 4 kids one might skip wetting their beds. Will we love them any less or more If they do or don't end up like us?" "No we won't! We will love them regardless!" Rachel had stopped crying several moments ago. I held her I do love this woman and I know she is going to have times of self doubt and self worth until after this baby is born.
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  4. First, welcome to DailyDiapers I think you'll find our site a refreshing break from other ABDL sites that cater to a smaller demographic, or are more sexually oriented. We're pretty open to all aspects of adult diapers and you're bound to make some friends here. There are a few things to be aware of that will make your experience here more fun (and fun is good!) We have many forums here, with each having a specific purpose. Please check them out and post in the proper forums. And please post the same message only once- if you make a new post everyone will see it listed under "New Content" so one post will do. Posting the same message in multiple forums is seen as SPAM here so please avoid that Also be aware of the difference between the "Incontinence-Medical" and "Incontinence-Desires" forums. There will be no tolerance for those who post "wanting to be incontinent " messages in the "Incontinence-Medical" forum Please take the time to write out your posts fully and comprehensibly. Save the texting shorthand for your phone- It's not appreciated on the forums here Keep in mind that diapers mean different things to different people. We're not all AB's or fetishists or anything else- we're individuals with unique needs and perspectives who have one thing in common; an interest in adult diapers Read others posts as carefully as you would want them to read yours so you get their meaning. Please use good grammar, including punctuation marks. And don't forget that spell-checker is your friend; if your browser doesn't have one, there is one built in here. Also remember that we have an international membership who have English as their second language, so their post grammar may not be perfect, but they try hard and we love them anyway Failure to use good grammar will bring our "Grammar Nazis" out of their slumber- things are much nicer when that doesn't happen Please note the date at the top of posts. We don't delete posts so you may be responding to a thread that is several years old. "Necro-posting" will get probably you at least a few "Boo's" unless your post is really relevant to the topic and today Remember that this is an adults only website. We will not tolerate posting pics or posting messages involving children in them. We are totally against all forms of pedophilia in any amount We also don't take kindly to people who force their diaper habits onto others who do not want to be involved. We believe in acting responsibly and respectfully in the real world, even if you're in diapers out there. You don't have to 'stay in the closet' to be one of us but please don't do things which casts ABDL's in a bad light publicly In the Chatroom please take time to get a feel for the people already there. "Baby-talk" is generally frowned on there so unless you see it on the screen, it's best to save that for the AB forums The "Freecycle" forum is not for selling. The principle of Freecycling is for items to be given away for free, though asking for the taker to pay shipping is acceptable. Terms to use here: Offer- when you have something to give, put "Offer" in the topic. When you decide to give the item(s) please post "Taken" in the thread so everyone will know the items are spoken for Our people are generally open-minded and tolerant, and would like to be your friend. We don't mind you 'jumping in the pool' with us even if you make a splash- just remember the others who are already here and be considerate of us Other than Spamming, pedophilia, and posting in the proper forum these are not site rules, just suggestions that will help you enjoy your experience here on the best darn ABDL Website in the World Thank you for taking the time to read this, now jump in and have some fun with us! Bettypooh
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  5. let me start out buy saying that this is my first posted work anywhere so I hope its not to cringe worthy and keep in mind that my writing can be very inconsistent. Warning swear words ahead First Arc “I am Emma” Part 1 Great start Absurd things flashed through my mind, complete blackness, a surgical room, giant sized hands hovering over me, giant faces looking down at me and lastly a giant women's face looking down at me with tears in her eyes, all of this time blurred in my memory until I finally awoke. My eyes crept open to see a room that was partly lit by the morning sun but there was a couple of things off about the room it was huge and everything in it was way oversized then there was large wooden bars In front of me, the large bed and dresser alone were odd, I pushed against the soft thing I was laying on to get a better look at the room “if I didn't know better I would think that I was in a crib for a giant baby but then again there was the large bed but how could that be it's just silly I must be dreaming” I shook my head in the hope of shaking off the dream “nope” I said and went to pinch myself only to notice what I was wearing it was a onsie that I had seen on baby's a hundred times and was that… “am I wearing a diaper” I softly screamed to myself and patted my crotch yep no doubt it was a diaper and I may not be an expert on the subject but I was quite sure it was wet “this is some crazy dream and I am going to wake up now” I said then slapped myself the only thing that happened was the sound of a person being startled awake, I looked over to where the sound came from and I saw a giant sitting in an oversized chair “oh shit” I said clamping my hand over my mouth then it spoke “your awake” my mind was racing “I have seriously got to dreaming a giant is talking to me” I tried slapping myself again, the giant immediately rushed over to my side “please don't hurt yourself little one” my back hit the wall and a light popped on, in the light I could see that the giants face was distinctly feminine “ok I don't think I’m dreaming” I muttered to myself and the face smiled down at me “no little one you aren't dreaming” my heart started racing with my head “where am I if I’m not dreaming?” “I think that's a question for later” and she smiled down at me “Lay back down and we can talk later for now just rest” I definitely looked up at her “no, I want to know where I am” the giant let out a sigh “please little one I promise we will talk more...” “you want to eat me” as soon as the thought ran through my head it escaped my mouth, the giant started laughing “no I have no intentions of eating you” she chuckled and reached out to me, I tried to move really I did but my body just wouldn't respond “don't worry your safe with me” and her hand lifted me up with ease. The giant sat on the chair that she was sleeping on before I finally came to myself and tried wiggling out of the giants grip “please hold still” her hand rested on my chest and held me against her with ease then I did something I later regretted, opening my mouth I bit her hand, having been freed momentarily I jumped out of her lap and crashed to the floor. Part 2 The lay of the land It was the heartbeat I felt first the strong heart beating rapidly against my ear. The crys came next “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry please be alright, please come back to me” then the warm drops fell on my face waking me up again, I pushed at the giant again this time thankfully we were on the ground and I managed to run under the large bed “I’m so sorry” came the giants voice again, the pain returned then and my head felt like it was to going burst “LEAVE ME ALONE” I shouted as I saw her face looking at me “please let me hel…” “JUST LEAVE ME ALONE” I shouted again and the face retreated “please…” “GO” I screamed and I heard the door close “fucking real dream” I held my head trying to ease the pain. After some time I let go of my head and looked at my hands they were wet “are these tears? No the giant is trying to trick me” I looked up as I heard footsteps getting louder and the door opened a crack, something was slid inside and the door closed again “I’ve left some pain medicine for you” the voice was still sobbing I couldn't help myself and peaked my head out and saw a large plastic cup with some purple liquid in the bottom of it “please drink some it will take the pain away” “I’m not falling for it” I shouted back “its poison or something” and the pain returned “I’ll try some first if it makes you feel better” the pounding in my head was making me really want to believe this giant woman “open the door slowly and show me” I called, the door opened again enough for her arm to squeeze through and I could see that she was on her knees, she lifted the cup to her lips and tilted her head back slightly then returned the cup to the floor, another tear started falling down her cheek till she brushed it away “close the door” I said and the door closed again. “This has to be a bad idea” I thought “just try it she had some so it can't be to bad” I shook my head “great now I’m not even of one mind” with one last look around I darted for the cup and dragged it back under the bed. Looking into the cup the liquid had indeed gone down that settled it I picked up the cup and tipped the liquid into my mouth, the moment I first swallowed all the pains of my body eased into the background until it was completely gone “that's some good meds” I murmured to myself “now for the next problem I looked down at my attire and unsnapped the crotch to reveal the white diaper and started pulling at the tapes “what the F they won't move fine then I’ll try...” I pushed down on the waistband trying to take it off that way no dice I couldn't even rip the damn thing “fine that can wait” venturing out again I climbed the sheets onto the bed and over to the window. After ten minutes of pushing, lifting and eventually hitting it the window would not move, I turned around in defeat and scanned the room for something to use but beside the things that I couldn't lift everything was soft and unusable to break the window. After an hour of searching the room and coming up empty I collapsed next to the door with the nice cool wall against my back “damn I’m not getting out of this without going through the giant” I shook my head then shouted “hey giant are you still there?” a moment of silence then “I’m still here and please don't call me giant my name is Rose” came the voice from the other side “good for you giant” I called back “this isn't going very well for our first day” I could hear the sadness in her voice, I sighed to myself and thought about how I bit her “I’m Emma” “for Emily?” she asked “yeah but I prefer Emma” the silence returned “I really am sorry” I couldn't help but shake my head “don't be sorry jumping away from you wasn't the smartest idea on my part… umm... sorry for biting you” “thank you Emma” it was oddly surreal talking to a giant that was on the other side of the wall knowing that she could easily open the door and probably capture me yet she stayed there all this time, my stomach growled then alerting me to how hungry I was, a chuckle came from the other side of the door “I can hear that would you like something to eat?” I laughed “if you have something to eat I wont say no” “ok just stay there I’ll be right back” and I heard footsteps going down what I assumed was a hallway, I looked up at the door handle smiled to myself and shook my head “the giant leaves and I wouldn't even be able to open the damn door” I thought to myself. The footsteps returned “may I open the door?” she asked I immediately got to my feet and walked closer to the bed “ok but slowly” it did, the door slowly opened and I could see Rose’s face “I’m sorry its the best I can do on short notice” she said and a large bowl was pushed through the gap, I looked over at it “is that…” “baby food” she finished “yeah” I just sighed “well now I’m sure you can't fatten me up with that” Rose smiled “don't worry there's plenty of time for that” I snorted with a short laugh but I hadn't known her long enough to know if she was joking or not “eat up” I looked up at her “you first” again she smiled and dipped a finger in the bowl, brought it to her mouth and sucked on it, immediately she began gagging and I was sure that she had done something to it “I am really sorry that is disgusting” I stared at her for a moment more than motioned for her to close the door. The door was closed and I dragged the bowl back to the bed and picked up the plastic spoon it was bigger than I was used to but there was no doubt that it was made for a child “please eat slowly” I don't know why but that comment really dug at my nerves “just because you are larger than me and put me in this stupid get up doesn't mean I’m a baby” I shouted, I looked down at the bowl again and had a small bite it wasn't great but I didn't see why she made that face it was just a bit sweet “I’m sorry litt… er Emma” I groaned “when am I going to wake up” “theres somethings that I should probably tell you while you eat” she told me how I wasnt on earth, I wasn't even in the same dimension that I was born in I wanted to tell her that she was full of it so I did “your full of shit inter dimensional travel is just a thing in books and movies” She chuckled “we are a bit smarter” and she went on to tell me that her race the Amazon’s invented it quite some time ago one of the first things they found was that most of the multiverse was inhabited by Littles in other words me and the other humans though I could somewhat understand why they call us littles, littles were then taken from their worlds and “adopted” by Amazons this was originally done to try and make the littles lives better and to fill then need to care for something that most Amazons had but soon it had become a status symbol to have a Little as a pet in some countries thankfully we were not currently in one, then she told me that it was quickly known that littles even though able to live in their own worlds it turned out that we choked on food easily hence the baby food like I was going to choke of some damn food, our bladders seemed to get worse the longer we stayed in this dimension and here I was hoping that they had just drugged me for a long time explaining waking up in a wet diaper, before taking the last spoon fulls she told me that Amazons didn't have that many children in their world which seemed odd to me since they have that need to care for thing and Littles took that place as their permanent babies, I cracked up laughing when she slid an oversized phone under the door with a picture on one of her friends littles it was a grown woman in a way to childish dress with a diaper clearly poking out underneath then I stopped when my brain caught up she was going to do this to me “no way I am no ones baby apart from my boyfriends we just met last month I have to get back to him he's probably wondering where I am” the last of my words trailed off “Emma what's the last thing you remember?” I thought about it “I was studying for my year twelve midterms I went to sleep and woke up here why?” “curiosity” now that was a lie “this has been a strange way of us meeting” I laughed “I’m surprised that there isn't some parenting book for this” I put as much scorn into the word parenting as I could and I heard her clear her throat “well most Amazons drug there littles at first so the little cant speak or walk” the thought that Amazons drugged littles sent a shiver down my spine but if she wasn't lying then she had done something special for me and look how that turned out “I bet your regretting it now” I said and knocked my head against the wall I had my back against “this is so fucked up” and buried my head in my hands.
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  6. Hey everyone! It's been a while, I know. The last few stories I've written were on the shorter side, and seemed to be well-received. For this story, it will be quite a bit longer, and is a little outside of what I'm used to writing. Still, I do hope you enjoy it! Chapter 1 Just one time. That's all it took for Jacob Lee (or “J. Graves” as he declared his online pen name), to find himself in a whirlwind of trouble, adventure, and fascinating situations that he never thought possible. To this day, he questions how it was even possible, and uses it as a reminder to be careful of accepting help from the wrong people. For years, Jacob had been a prominent author in the online ABDL community, ABDreamLand (all one word). He'd been writing various short stories and novel-length pieces that engaged readers across the internet. Being more of a DL himself and enjoying the embarrassment side of the AB world, he was well-versed and well-informed of the various styles of writing that captivated an audience, and his work proved it. Starting with realistic fiction, his appropriately titled, “The Lives I Lead” followed a harrowing tale of Peter Harrison, and the struggle of self-accepting the fetish and lifestyle while experiencing rejection, acceptance, and overall peace of mind. Everybody loved it, gaining a whopping 30,000 readers in just one month. Then came his three separate short stories, each one revolving around a different character and scenario. One was short and sweet, focusing around a young man and his wife new to the fetish scene, and the bond they formed whilst exploring together. The second story was purely written for pleasure, with the protagonist making a bad bet and ending up in diapers for the weekend, following his girlfriend's every lead. Both stories were received very well by the community, with good old J. Graves receiving a plethora of comments and “thumbs ups.” It was the third story that didn't quite make the cut. The third and final short story of the three took a rather interesting turn, going in the complete opposite direction of realistic fiction and smack dab in the middle of just plain absurd. In a gutsy move, Jacob attempted to write the story from the perspective of a stuffed animal. It was the favorite stuffed animal of a character who, as part of his “little” psyche, held onto it like a security blanket. Whether he was eating, being fed by his mommy, having his diaper checked and changed, the character held onto that little stuffed bear, and the bear told the story from its own perspective. While interesting in theory, it was met with more negative reviews than positive ones, with many community members indicating they didn't find it to be nearly as good as the rest of Jacob's work. Some had even thought that maybe he'd written it as a joke or a bet (he hadn't). Granted, nobody downright discouraged Jacob from continuing his writing, but they clearly voiced their opinion about the lackluster plot and perspective. While some would take the feedback and simply move on, improving their work as they continued their skill, the feedback hurt Jacob's pride a bit more than it probably should have. It took a toll on his ability and desire to write those pieces that were more...extraordinary...than others. Those fantasy setting ideas he had, those science fiction plots that incorporated diapers, that one about the protagonist getting sucked into a cartoon world...all sorts of potentially wonderful and imaginative worlds in Jacob's head, stopped short in an instant. Even worse? He had already started most of them, writing at least three chapters for each story. And there they were, stuck at the mercy of Jacob's hand and mind. It wasn't that Jacob didn't try writing more, either. Every day, he'd struggle, the fear of “what if they don't like my work?” stopping him from continuing more than a sentence or two per story, until he threw all of his unfinished work into a new folder on his desktop PC, labeling it, “Stuff I'll Never Finish.” Soon after, he went back to writing his “normal” stories, bringing back the crowd's approval and answering their barrage of questions in his inbox. “J. Graves! What inspired you to write 'Bouncing the Bouncer?'” “Heya, J.! Love your work! When's your next release? Any hints for what the next story will be about?” While he was happy to oblige and communicate with his fans, something gnawed at his brain: those damned unfinished works that he couldn't find the motivation, or inspiration, or muse, to finish. Jacob would respond to his fans in a timely fashion, and even decided to let some of them know the very basics of his much more fictitious works-in-progress. Their response? “Well, it might be good, but I know a lot of people didn't like your teddy bear story. Might be hard for them to want to read something that's out of the norm for you.” “I'd stick with what you're comfortable with. I'm not saying you should stay in your comfort zone, but I feel like you cling to it so much that when you step outside of it a bit, you run right back to it, and that's very clear in your stuffed animal short story.” These were just two of the 10 responses he'd received, and the other eight weren't much better. Was that it? Was he truly stuck in his writing's comfort zone so much that he couldn't break free from it? Granted, he knew he was a bit apprehensive about trying new things, even though he adored reading those various ABDL stories with some extremely out there plots. Why did those stories work out just fine and his didn't? Jacob wondered if there was anything he could do to expand his imagination a little further. Taking a bold move, Jacob created a forum thread on ABDreamLand, simply labeled, “A Hiatus of Sorts.” In it, he wrote: Hey there my fellow friends, fans, writers, and critics. J. Graves here. I first want to thank all of you for your long time support for most of my stories. It's hard to believe that just three years ago, I wrote my very first ABDL fiction that quickly became a fan-favorite. I couldn't have done it without your help and encouragement! With that said, some of you may know that I've expressed an interest in finishing my many stories that are well beyond the realm of what I normally write. You know, wizards and robots and mechanical nurseries and all that stuff that my imagination can't seem to grasp like it used to when I was younger. I know there were a lot of people who weren't too pleased with my third short story, “In the Eyes of Mr. Snuggles.” It was new, it was bold, and while it was something I enjoyed writing, it just didn't have the same fire that my other writing pieces had. I've struggled for many months now to finish those other bold and wildly imaginative works, with little progress being made each week. Sure, writing to fulfill the status quo is okay, but it isn't what I want at this time. I want to try something new, with dragons, or magic, or just some oddball stuff that I've started and never finished. With that, I'm taking a hiatus from my normal work, so I can solely focus on those pieces that desperately need my attention and that are leaving a burning desire to finish. I'm giving myself one month to work on and finish as many of these as I can, and will gladly share them with you when I feel they're ready. I just hope something kindles that imaginative fire I've been yearning for! I'll keep you posted! Please feel free to continue messaging me or hitting me up in the chat room when I'm there! With the press of the “Post” button, Jacob pulled the trigger, and thus began his hiatus. Nothing would stop him! No procrastination, no excuses! He'd get to work on his “The Siren's Lullabye” story with no interruptions! That is, after scrolling through his forum topic's replies...and watching just one more cat video...and seeing if any new ABDL stories, or art, or comics, were posted since the last time he checked, which had been just hours before. What was supposed to be a four hour writing binge starting at 6:00PM turned into three and a half hours of dawdling and distractions, and a half hour of actually writing, getting an exhilarating two paragraphs and two lines of dialog finished in the process! Woo! “Damn it,” Jacob whined to himself, “why can't I..no...why won't I write this? Now I'm tired and want to go to bed soon! This always happens! I'm never gonna get anywhere, and it's only day one!” He lightly banged his head on his desk, sighing each time he made contact with the hard, wooden surface. He told himself he'd try harder the next day, even considering unplugging his router so not to be distracted by the great wonders and blunders of the internet. Perhaps a good night's sleep would recharge his imagination and drive for being productive. Of course, despite being tired, Jacob couldn't simply just go to bed; he first had to check for replies to his forum thread. The thread itself, while having gained a few hundred views and reactions, didn't really contain too many replies, aside from a few members who, in one form or another, indicated Jacob should again stick to what he was familiar with. Shrugging it off, Jacob was about to log out for the night, when a message suddenly appeared in his personal inbox. The subject line read, “A Big Fan.” The sender was someone Jacob had never seen before: TheMysticSandWitch. “Ha!” Jacob chuckled to himself, “Clever play on words! Never seen this member around before...” With the click of the mouse, the message was opened. It read: Hey there, J. Graves! Long-time lurker, but also a long-time fan of your work! I saw your post from a few hours ago, and I just want you to know I'm rooting for you! Try something new! I know a lot of people didn't seem to like “In the Eyes of Mr. Snuggles,” but I found it to be quite cute with just a hint of magic, which is right up my alley. I'm sorry to hear about your hiatus, but I totally understand why you're doing it. If you ever need some help or inspiration, just shoot me a message! We can talk through here, or through chat, or pretty much whatever you're comfortable with. I'm sure I can offer some unconventional ways of sparking your creativity! No big deal if you choose not to, though. I know it's tough asking for help sometimes. Anyhow, have a great night! Hear from you soon! -TheMysticSandWitch “Hmm...” Jacob raised an eyebrow, before clicking on the member's profile. He was met with quite a few interesting details. TheMysticSandWitch was female, with a location set to, “Wherever I Choose to Be”, and an age of “33! Yeah, we'll go with 33!” Her lifestyle status indicated she was single, not really looking for anything serious, and, “Dominant (and Prominent) Magic User. Oh, and I find some aspects of this lifestyle pretty interesting!” “Mystic, indeed...” Jacob mused, before going back to the message and hesitantly clicking the reply button. Hi there, MysticSandWitch! Is it alright if I just call you Mystic for short? Or SandWitch? Anyway, thanks for the message! Your encouragement for me to pursue something I've been yearning for is very much appreciated. I'll admit that I'm usually apprehensive about reaching out to help, especially from people I don't know very well (please don't take offense. I'm sure you're a very nice woman!). I guess I'm also curious about what you mean by 'unconventional.” Role-playing scenes together? Meditation? Motivational videos and music? I'll definitely give your offer some thought and will let you know if I need some help. Oh, and two questions: What kind of sandwich does a SandWitch like? If I'm deciphering the meaning behind your screen name correctly, do mystic sand witches lean on the side of good or evil? Very clever name, by the way. I love it! Have a good evening, -J. Graves With one quick overview of what he'd written, Jacob hit the send button, closing his internet program and shutting his computer down immediately after. It was late and he was exhausted. And still, as he got into bed that night, Jacob couldn't help but think about TheMysticSandwich's message and profile. Maybe she really did have some unique or lesser-known ways of sparking the imagination, and maybe her profile was just her being silly. After all, many members tended to use their profiles to further flesh out their lifestyle persona. He told himself he'd give it some thought, but would still work on his stories on his own for the time being. The next day, he'd be up early with a pot full of coffee, a diaper around his waist to get himself in the proper mindset, and a will to get something done!
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  7. Dating Darcy by Fulldiaper Michael Copyright 2019. All rights reserved. LEGALIZE: this is a story purely fictional. Any resemblance to those living or not is purely coincidental. Chapter 1 Darcy was a six-foot redhead beauty I met while in college. She was taking the psychology class as I was, but I didn't know she also assisted with the professor in that class. Professor Anne King was a short packed body of a woman. She stood a little over five foot six and was built like a brick outhouse. Darcy, on the other hand, was a tall slender woman that knew what she liked and wanted from life, and she was going to get it to come to Hell or high water. Anne had been giving us homework in groups and that is how I came to know Darcy more intimately. One evening, while we were studying Darcy, offered me a drink and of course, I accepted. Well after a few rum and cokes, it started to become just straight shots of rum 151. Our inhibitions slowly melted away as the sunset outside so did our shyness. One thing led to another and before long Darcy and I was banging like two rabbits. We started out with her in the doggie position and progressed to where she mounted me in the female superior position and rode me to multiple wonderful climaxes. As our glowful bliss faded as the sun did outside, we slumbered in each other's arms. My head resting on her very well stacked rack, she nudged my head and guided my mouth to her nipple and encouraged me to latch on and suck, which I did gladly. As we both were recovering she started stroking my head and said, "You know I'm working on my thesis and I could use a partner, would you be interested?" Now the little guy that just got happy and spit was screaming, "Hell yes." But, in the back of mind, there was a tiny small voice that said, "Hey get more information before you say Yes." Of course, I didn't listen to that voice, then or pretty much ever. This was to be the first of many mistakes I would make from this day forward. First I had no idea what the thesis subject was, or how I would contribute, but that would change in the weeks and months to come over the next two or three semesters. Each time Darcy and I got together she would bring out the libations and we would end up rolling in the sack and me sucking on her gorgeous tits while she stroked my head. Both of them at times. On the first time I can remember she was stroking and I was sucking and I knew I was close to blowing my wad again, but Darcy kept jamming her tit into my mouth silencing me until I shot in my underwear a sticky load. Darcy wasn't offended at all. As a matter-of-fact, she lovingly and sweetly cleaned me up before returning and allowing me to suck on those magnificent orbs of oral pleasure. The entire time I thought about how good that climax felt. Even though it was in my underwear at the time. Something my head was screaming run, but my body said, "No". Darcy was excited. Her dream man catch was within sight and her grasp. She just had to play it cool and not get all excited and blow it and she would have the perfect partner. Darcy talked to her Professor about the subject of her thesis. They discussed it at detail and Darcy confided in Anne that she had the perfect study partner. It was from Michael. Anne's face started slowly grew into a smile and she said, "Oh Darcy, do you really think you can reel him in?" Darcy said, "With your help Anne, I think we'll have him eating, or sucking out of our...breasts." Anne and Darcy burst into laughter and giggled like two school girls. Anne hugged and kissed Darcy deep and passionately. Anne and Darcy left hand-in-hand with them headed back to Anne's home. I just glimpsed them in the parking lot as they were leaving. What I didn't see was their hands together. Nor did I know they had just passionately been entwined in a deep tongue kiss. If I had known all of this, maybe my mind would have won the battle with me not to accept Darcy's invitation to be her thesis partner. Had I known the subject would change my life in more than one way. Chapter 2 Darcy and Anne were going to be lovers, and I was to be their prize I would be discovering that they both were bi-sexual and enjoyed women and men. Later in the week, I ran into Darcy and she was in a hurry to get to class. Almost like she was desperate to use the bathroom when all of a sudden the crotch of her pantsuit starting turning dark. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening, but Darcy knew right away as she burst into tears and ran to the ladies restroom. About a few minutes later Anne was walking by and I said, "I think Darcy might need some assistance in the ladies restroom." Anne beelined to the bathroom and I continued on the class. I wondered if that was a onetime, or something more? As the weekend approached I didn't see Darcy until Friday in class and there was a tension in the air. I could feel that our relationship had changed. She was cordial, don't get me wrong, but not the friendly frockily woman I romped in the rack with just a week ago. I thought about it, and I went to the store and bought a nice bottle of wine, some roses, and dark chocolate to make an offering to try and get back where we were prior to the wetting incident. Saturday I went to Darcy's and noticed a strange car in the driveway, but I didn't think much about as Darcy did tutor students at her home. I was floored when I saw my Psych professor and Darcy in a romantic embrace that they didn't even flinch as I entered the room. I'm sure my chin hit the floor and I slowly pulled it back up and seated it. I walked over the overstuffed chair and just gawked at these two beautiful women. The kiss led to some groping and the clothes started coming off. Breasts were freed and swinging. It was as if they didn't care I was there, or they were putting on a show for me to see. I could feel myself getting aroused and painfully as my jeans were nearly skin tight before that. About the time I thought I was going to burst in my pants they directed their attention in my direction and Darcy mounted my chest and Anne unzipped my jeans and pulled my underwear out of them and started giving a mind-blowing blow-job I've ever had. Darcy stuffed beautiful breasts in my mouth, and I didn't resist these two women's attention. I tried to tell Darcy I was about to explode when Anne pushed my erection back in my pants and rubbed me till I soaked my underwear and jeans. I heard Anne say, "Aww, he wet himself like you did Darcy." It was just then I could feel Darcy's ass, and if felt like it had a little more padding. Anne asked Darcy, "Do you need a change baby girl?" I nearly choked on Darcy's breast about that time. I heard Darcy say, "No Mommy, I'm a good girl, not like Michael. I'm dry." As the orgasm started to subside I could the sperm in my underwear and it was sticky and getting cold. Anne said, "Well there appears to be the only person who wet themselves." It was then I realized they were talking about me. Darcy climbed and it was then I heard a slight crinkle and her ass was bigger than I remembered. I thought, "Is she wearing..." then I put that thought out of my mind. Why would she be in a ... and my mind said, "Say it." DIAPER. Anne and Darcy took my hands and helped me stand and started toward Darcy's bedroom, but they stopped short and another door I hadn't even really seen they opened the door and inside what I saw caught me completely by surprise. Just then everything went black. I had a hood over my head and I was trying to process what I thought I had just seen. Chapter 3 I could hear the ladies moving around me, but I couldn't see anything through the dark cloth bag they cinched on my head. I didn't even try and take it off. I trusted both women...maybe that would be my downfall? I tried to ascertain the sounds I was hearing, what they were doing, but kept drawing blanks. Then my nose was assaulted by smells. It smelled like baby powder, baby lotion and I noticed that again I was starting to get hard. I was surprised because usually when I climax I'm spent for a day or two. I felt someone grab my crotch. It was cold and sticky, and yet I was still aroused and felt myself getting harder under her hand. Then I started thinking, "is it Darcy, or my professor Anne?" Then I thought "who cares who it is touching me. It feels really good." No one spoke, but I don't know why. T hen I felt a set of hands on my ass. She was squeezing my cheeks and rubbing my ass. Then my zipper came and my underwear was pulled to one side and my cock sprang up and out once again. Then I felt a warm breath on my penis and then it was engulfed in her mouth. I was getting my second blow job, I felt the person that was groping my ass reach around and unbuckle my pants and unbutton them. My pants fell to my ankles. then I felt my underwear being pulled down and whoever was giving me the blow job didn't lose a beat and kept sucking me. As I started feeling another explosive orgasm I felt my underwear being pulled up on my ass and up over my penis again, just like the last time and she kept rubbing me to a glorious climax that buckled my knees and I collapsed to the floor with the ladies gliding me safely to the carpet and something very soft and thick. My underwear was soaked with my cum now twice and hands were all over my body. Pinching my nipples, groping my now retreating erection. Then I felt my legs being strapped into something one ankle and then the other. Then my legs were hoisted above me and back toward my chest. My underwear was being pulled off from ass up my legs where they hung. I felt some of the semen dripping on my leg. I thought, "My God I really blew my wad..Twice." Next, I flinched but didn't say a word as I felt a hand on my ass, then my cheeks were being spread and felt slender what I thought was a finger, but I could be sure. Then probing and all of sudden I started getting aroused again, but I wasn't hard. Whatever was in my ass was stimulating me and I had no control of my excitement. She kept stroking inside my ass until I felt my penis spurt even more cum. I was spent and felt myself drifting in and out of conscience into a light sleep. I don't know how long was asleep, or what had transpired, but I knew these women had me if they would have me forever. I would do anything to keep these women in my life. I never felt anything so stimulating. Even sex with Darcy, though fantasic...this blew (literally) that away and I wanted more. Then I realized I hadn't used the bathroom before all the festivities had started and my bladder was making an urgent call to mother nature and she was answering on the first ring. I started shifting from one side to the other trying to relieve the pressure. The ladies noticed my distress and instead of letting me up, they pulled my ankles harder and buried my knees into my chest and now I knew I was in trouble. All of a sudden I felt another intruder enter my ass, and then it started vibrating..slow at first, but the intensity kept getting stronger and started pulsing and again I felt another climax coming. I knew after I had climaxed there would be no way I would be able to hold my bladder and I would be wetting the pad I now confined to. I felt my crotch get wet and I hoped it was more cum, but I was not to be so lucky. I was wetting myself helplessly. Chapter 4 I fell into a deep sleep. I don't know how long I slept, or where the ladies were. Well, frankly I didn't care either. These women won me heart, soul and mind..mind for sure was blown away. I had never, ever been with two women, let alone had wild kinky sexual activity with them. The hood blocked all light. I woke up and dozed in and out of sleep until I felt my legs being lowered and the restraints being removed. Then I felt warm hands touching me. Next, I felt a warm cloth wiping down my feet, working its way up my legs and finally resting on my crotch. Then I heard water being wrung out and again the warm cloth on my crotch. Gently and sweetly whoever was there was taking their time and cleaning me with great detail. Then I heard the water being wrung out again and then my chest being wiped. Once again, wrung out and now my neck and face and underarms were being wiped. Then I was being rolled over onto my stomach and the same process from my feet up, however when she got to my buttocks, she lingered and I felt a finger in my butt and the warm cloth. Then I heard a tsk tsk, but I could figure out what I had failed to get the tsk tsk. I felt the warm cloth again on my back this time and another set of hands on my butt. Then I felt something cool and it seemed really thick. I felt like I was being coated in Crisco, but it smelled like baby powder. Which of course started my erection process. When they flipped me back over, they would be greeted my hard dick. Then I felt something being pushed in my ass and a slender finger holding it in place. Then that process was repeated two more times. Then I was being patted on my ass, like a baby. This started to put me back to sleep again. I don't know how long I slept this time, but I woke with an intense urge to poop with the sack still over my head, I didn't know what was happening once again. I just knew I couldn't, no I wouldn't shit myself in the presence of these women, or would I? TBC...
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  8. Sarah returns home to the aftermath of Jack's visit. Kirsty and Sarah discuss next steps whilst Nick thinks about potty training. --- This story update, like every update, has been available on Patreon for the last week. I write a 2000+ word update every four days for Patreon and for just $5 you can get early access to all my stories. For $10 you get early access plus exclusive access to around a dozen exclusive stories! There are more tiers and rewards available on Patreon including free and discounted commissions, access to a discord server, story illustrations and more. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 I want to take the opportunity to give a HUGE thank you to my patrons who support me and allow me to write as much as I do: DannyDazzler, Jerry J, C Dom, Miss X, Raven, Ali T, PF, Jeebs018, Georgia C, Joe, Whatsnot, Camilo H, Jason M, Seamus B, Jeffrey G, Charlie S, Martijn de J, Robert D A, Phantom Sonic, Vivi L, Mike S, Dr J, Archibald B, Bojack D, Blipp, Duncan G, Jake W, Brandon G, 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, Fernando L, Kantar, Justin152, Charles L, Trenton M, Bobbob138, Bask25456, MagmaLord, Diapering Daddy, Pierry L, Trish C, Curiosity24, Peter C, 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 --- Nick looked around as Kirsty stood up and walked past him like a flash. He had noticed that she had been like a coil ready to suddenly spring forward and now she walking with purpose. He stood up and watched as Sarah walked up to the doorway of the living room with a look of confusion on her face. “What the Hell ha-” Sarah started. Sarah was quickly cut off as Kirsty grabbed the front of her shirt with one hand and then reared back with the other to slap her in the face. Her hand came forwards and made a firm contact causing the sound of flesh on flesh to ring out painfully around the room. Nick was wide-eyed and was about to go intervene when George grabbed hold of his hand and pulled him back to the couch. “Let Mistress deal with it.” George muttered quietly, “She knows what she’s doing.” Nick had to fight his instincts to protect his wife but thought it was a good idea to listen to the sissy sitting next to him. He turned around and watched the two women and prepared to intervene in case things became too dramatic. For now, everyone was quiet and it seemed like Sarah was in shock from the violent welcome home. “What the…” Sarah started to say as her cheek became increasingly red. “It’s not nice, is it?” Kirsty yelled, “You don’t like getting hit, do you?” “Well, no…” Sarah replied, “But why di-” Sarah stopped suddenly and took in Kirsty’s appearance. Her usually immaculate hair was dishevelled and there was a small tear in one of her sleeves. Sarah looked past Kirsty at the couch and saw dried blood between George’s nose and mouth, finally she saw Nick who looked absolutely terrified of everything that was happening. “My God, what happened here?” Sarah gasped. “What happened?” Kirsty repeated as she shook her head, “If I didn’t know better I would’ve assumed you planned for all this to happen. You let a psychopath into your house and left him with Nick unsupervised. What do you think happened?” Sarah’s mouth opened and closed for a few seconds like a fish out of water. As she regained her bearings she pushed past Kirsty and over to the sofa. She quickly wrapped Nick in a long and tight hug. She cooed sweet nothings that were meant to relax Nick a little. “Are you alright?” Sarah asked quickly, “Did he hurt you?” “A little.” Nick replied quietly. Kirsty walked in and sat on the armchair to relay the story of what happened. She was helped by both Nick and George to fill in the details and the whole time they all sat there Sarah didn’t say a word. Once the story was over Sarah sat back and covered her face. “Mommy?” Nick said softly, “Are you Ok?” “I’m sorry.” Sarah said. As she spoke a very audible sob escaped her lips. “Thank God you decided to call me.” Kirsty said finally, “We found Nick in a sorry state and if we were a few minutes later who knows what might’ve happened.” “I just wasn’t thinking straight.” Sarah leaned forwards and uncovered her face. She wiped at her eyes with a tissue, “I got the call from the hospital and I just panicked.” “You’ve got a baby.” Kirsty said simply, “You should never ever leave them with someone you don’t trust.” Nick was listening to everything being said quietly. He didn’t feel comfortable being here with all this grown-up talk but he didn’t want to ask to be excused, he felt like he needed to be with someone at the moment. He didn’t even try to argue that he wasn’t just like a little baby, it didn’t seem like the time to bring up that sort of thing. “Nick, do you want to go play?” George asked, “Mistress? Is it OK if we play in the nursery?” “As long as Nick wants to.” Kirsty replied with a smile. Nick nodded his head. It was as if George had read his mind and he gladly took the sissy’s hand to be led upstairs. Once they were safely back in the nursery with it’s familiar smells of baby powder and old urine Nick finally let go of George and sat down on the floor. “A crazy day, eh?” George said as he sat in front of Nick. “Definitely.” Nick sighed. An easy silence fell as Nick and George digested the events that had led to this point. Nick felt bad that George had got hurt on his behalf but he felt a lot of warm feelings for his good friend. Nick leaned forward and planted a small kiss on the sissy causing both people to blush and smile. “What do you think will happen next?” Nick asked. “Well, I mean, I’m happy to do whatever you want to…” George replied earnestly. “I meant with Jack…” Nick interrupted with a small giggle. “Oh! Sorry!” George blushed even harder now, “I feel so silly.” “Don’t worry.” Nick replied. “I know that Mistress won’t let him get away with everything.” George said, “Mistress is harsh but fair and I know she will want to make sure Jack faces justice.” Downstairs the adults had continued talking as soon as the baby and the sissy had left the room. Sarah was eager to hear more about what had happened whilst she was away and Kirsty had her own motives for continuing the conversation which soon became abundantly clear. “So what are we going to do?” Sarah asked, “Jack assaulted my husband and refused to leave when asked. He must’ve broken a few laws whilst he was here. We should call the police and…” “No.” Kirsty said quickly. “No?” Sarah repeated in confusion, “But after everything he did… You want to let him walk away?” “Absolutely not.” Kirsty leaned forwards in her seat and had a twisted sort of smile on her face. “You’re going to have to explain.” Sarah said. “We know what Jack did.” Kirsty started, “We know he assaulted Nick and everything else but can we prove it? It’s really just our word against his. Not to mention if we ended up in court he would bring all the baby stuff up and that would be a whole different issue. I don’t imagine you or Nick want to stand up in court and talk about all this?” “Not if we can help it…” Sarah admitted. “We have ammunition.” Kirsty continued, “We don’t necessarily need to go the legal route.” “I don’t want to do anything illegal!” Sarah quickly said with wide eyes. “Not illegal.” Kirsty clarified, “But something that would give him an attitude adjustment. Can I have your permission to get some sweet, sweet revenge?” “I really don’t know…” Sarah was a little uncomfortable not knowing what Kirsty wanted to do, “It felt like signing a blank cheque.” “I promise there will be no lasting harm done to him.” Kirsty put a hand over her heart, “I promise there would be no repercussions for you. We have to do something to teach him a lesson or he’ll keep escalating this stuff. If he knows he can do whatever he wants then who knows what will happen next.” Sarah sat back and exhaled deeply as she tried to work out if there were any alternatives. If the police got involved there would be a lot of dirt brought up and even then there was no guarantee of winning the case. There wasn’t a lot of physical evidence that couldn’t be explained away and Jack would be able to afford a very good lawyer. Sarah knew Kirsty was almost certainly right about things escalating if nothing happened. The conversation and Sarah’s contemplating were interrupted when there was a sudden small knock at the door. George was stood awkwardly looking into the room, neither of the women had heard him coming down the stairs. “Yes?” Kirsty asked as she put on her best mistress voice. “I, erm, really need a nappy change.” George muttered with embarrassment. “OK, head back upstairs, I’ll be with you in a minute.” Kirsty said as she waved the sissy away, “Sarah?” “Just give me some time to think about things.” Sarah said as she stared into the middle distance. Kirsty nodded her head and put her hand on Sarah’s knee for a couple of seconds before standing up and following George out of the room. She could smell George’s issue as soon as she reached the doorway and she made sure to keep a little distance as she walked up the stairs. Kirsty walked into the nursery to see Nick sitting on the floor still. She gave him a small smile and a quick ruffle of his hair before turning to George who had already pulled his feminine shorts down and was laying on the changing table. “Nick, could you open the window for me?” Kirsty asked. Nick quickly clambered to his feet with all the associated crinkles. He walked over to the window and opened it as he heard the tapes being pulled off George’s nappy. Nick took a deep breath of fresh air as he looked out at all the people going about their regular lives, it felt like a different world now. Nick’s pre-baby life felt like it belonged to a different person, it was hard to believe how much things had changed this summer. When Nick turned back to face the changing table he saw George’s legs high in the air as his messy bottom was wiped by Kirsty. As he watched the diaper change he felt a burst of heat within his own diaper, a fresh wetting making Nick sigh. Despite everything it was a very comfortable feeling. “Is everything alright?” Nick asked as a new nappy was taped on to George. “Everything is fine.” Kirsty replied, “Your Mommy and I just have some grown up things to talk about.” After George was lifted down from the table and redressed Kirsty walked over to Nick and without any hesitation she stuck her hand down his pants. Nick pushed his crotch out a little like a compliant toddler getting his nappy checked. “I’ll send Sarah up to change you in a minute.” Kirsty said as she prodded and poked the wet padding, “George, stay up here with Nick. We will be leaving soon.” Kirsty headed back downstairs and as she walked through into the living room she saw that Sarah had been active. Sarah was holding a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses, she smiled as Kirsty walked in and sat down. “OK.” Sarah said, “Do what you need to do.” Back upstairs Nick was joined on the floor by George again. Nick looked at George and felt very curious emotions and feelings, his bisexual feelings were still something he was struggling to come to terms with but he felt very comfortable with the sissy. “Sorry about that.” George mumbled apologetically when he sat down. “Huh?” Nick was brought out of his thoughts about sexuality by the sissy’s apology. “The stinky nappy.” George blushed as he spoke, “Sorry I made your room smell.” “Don’t worry about it.” Nick shrugged, “I’ve been in nappies so much by this point it just kind of happens to me too.” “Does that worry you?” George asked, “I mean, this is all something I’ve wanted my whole adult life. I’m very grateful to Mistress for helping me achieve this level of sissy helplessness. I know you aren’t the same.” “I… Haven’t given it much thought in a while.” Nick replied honestly. It was true. Nick had been very worried when he noticed his control seemingly starting to slip but it had become so normalised for the big baby that he had learnt to ignore it. It was only when George brought it up that he realised it should occupy more of his mind than he was letting it. He didn’t want to end up totally dependent on nappies and yet he knew he was already practically there. “I guess… Mommy can just potty train me…” Nick added. “It’s not always that easy.” George replied with a wry smile, “Believe me…” “You’ve tried?” Nick responded. He tried to hide the anxiety he suddenly felt, he had never thought about whether potty training could be successful a second time. “Not by choice.” George replied with a sigh, “Mistress did it to humiliate me. She made me tell her whenever I needed the potty, she would bring out the little pink toddler potty that she bought from the shop. She would always take ages getting it until I went in my diaper then punish and humiliate me for it.” “That sucks…” Nick said with shock. “Sucks?” George chuckled, “I’d never been so turned on before!” Nick looked at George with a frown. “Doing the potty dance for Mistress, losing control in my diaper and then getting punished…” George looked up at the ceiling whimsically, “It was magical.” “It didn’t work?” Nick asked despite already knowing the answer. “Nope. To be honest I barely got a few seconds of warning before using my diapers most of the time. If I really, really concentrate I can last longer but it’s super hard.” George confessed. Nick looked down at the ground. He was lost in thoughts as he wondered if he would ever regain his bladder and bowel control. Subconsciously, Nick reached down with a hand and caressed the front of his diaper. The warmth from his recent wetting could be felt right through the clothes he was wearing. “George!” Kirsty’s distinctively authoritarian voice called out, “Come on, time to go.” Like a dog being called by their master George quickly scrambled to his feet and made sure he wasn’t leaving anything behind. He closed the gap to Nick and gave him a kiss on the cheek, Nick smiled up in response even as he felt all of the confusion and stress of the day weighing on top of him. “Goodbye.” George said with a wave, “See you soon.” “Bye.” Nick replied as he watched the sissy waddle out of the nursery.
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  9. When I was at infant school I loved it if a girl in the class wet her knickers standing up wearing a skirt ...the way a waterfall cascaded between her legs & steams running down the insides of her thighs leaving her standing in a big puddle... the anatomical & dress differences always seemed to make it much more enjoyable for me to witness a girls wetting accident than a boys. Fast forward the best part of 60 years .. & the interest has fortunately grown up with me so its no longer about other children but about grown up women having wetting accidents or ducking down somewhere to satisfy a desperate need to pee in public... Its also empathetic & I don't get off on other peoples misfortunes. What I really want to see is a woman deliberately wetting herself or squatting down to pee in public because they enjoy doing it, know I enjoy seeing them do it & want to share the experience with me..Sadly these interests are currently confined to looking at videos on the internet & reading stories on fetish sites..but I live in hope & I'm open to invitations.. When it comes to adults peeing in diapers & making them bulge its much more of a bisexual interest for me..
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  10. No i dont worry if anyone find out i wearing . I have NO choice in the matter so why would i have to worry about it ? If someone have a problem with it and ask i straight up say as it is im medically Double IC . + me carrying my diaper bag all the time is also a clear sign that i am IC ?
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  11. I want to say a big thank you to everyone that reads this story I honestly didn't think I would still be writing based of past experiences with writing, I think sharing the story makes me want to keep writing. *** Part 10 New and old friends I stayed in the room while Rose had left and rejoined her sister and was walking back and forth the diaper rustling with each step but that was background noise by now, with Rose getting the wrong idea my time out of full diapers was now over and I can bet some of her other odd things are going to get reintroduced it meant that today is probably going to be my last day that I can go exploring on my own so I should probably take advantage of it this and other thoughts keep swirling around my in head back and forth until I finally make up my mind and leave the room to rejoin the others “Rose” I say as I get to the doorway “Yes dear” Rose looked over to me “I want to go out again” Rose looked shocked even though I have done this a couple of times now “Don't you want to stay here and play with Kaylee?” she asked “I won't be long” I said trying to reassure her “Okay be safe” she said and came over to me “I will but could I use the scooter this time? It would allow me to get around quicker and get back faster” I said in a rush “You know I don't want you using that it's too dangerous” this had been Roses response to each request, Kaylee never said that I couldn't ask for things so she shouldn't have reason to end our deal “What” came Gwen's voice “Did I hear right that you aren't letting Emma use the toy I bought for her” inside I was doing the happy dance because if Gwen was on my side I wouldn't have to fight for this and I might even get my way “I can't believe you got it for her in the first place” said Rose looking at Gwen who was helping Kaylee with her drawings “It's perfectly safe Kaylee rides hers all the time in the back yard don't you Kaylee bear tell Aunty Rose how much you like it” Kaylee looked up from her drawings “It's fun” she said simply “You see let Emma have some fun” Rose and Gwen were looking at each other like they were having a mental conversation till Rose finally broke the silence “You know that she won't be in the backyard” Gwen looked thoughtful at this “How about we all go for a walk it will be nice to walk off lunch, do you mind us joining you Emma?” asked Gwen, it was my turn to think about it because I really didn't want them to but I guess that if I could use the scooter I could ditch them for a couple of minutes here and there “I guess not” I said slowly “Wonderful I’ll get ready and Rose can get your scooter” “I never said she can use it” stated Rose quickly “You will be watching me the whole time” I chimed in “Wasn't that our deal when I opened it?” “It was…” said Rose slowly “You can't go back on your word little sister” said Gwen with a smirk “Fine you win” said Rose with a sigh “You can use it this time” this isn't how I pictured using it but I guess a win is a win and I’ll take it “Kaylee bear we are going for a walk lets get you changed miss puddle pants” “But I want to keep drawing mommy” replied Kaylee as she was lifted into the air “Your masterpieces will still be here when we get back” “Ok mommy” she said happily and the two of them left the room. It took ten minutes for everyone to be ready, I know the whole stereotype that girls take forever to get ready but I’m a farm girl and can be ready at the drop of a hat so it annoyed me that they were holding me up from using my last chance to explore until I saw something that would have made me groan with the thought of what Amazons did but this time I was curled up laughing “You are so lazy” I laughed as Gwen placed Kaylee in a oversized baby stroller well at least for me it was oversized “Nah ah this is how mommy and I go for walks all the time” said Kaylee as if she had won her argument “So let me get this right Gwen walks and you get pushed along and you call that going for a walk” I couldn't help but see the haliarity in that “What's wrong with that? You are going to be using the scooter” “I will be moving it myself not getting a comfy ride as someone else pushes me” Kaylee crossed her arms and huffed “That's enough girls there is nothing wrong with either option” said Gwen with a smile and Kaylee stuck out her tongue at me, I rolled my eyes and looked behind me to see Rose finally meeting us out the front door and carrying my prize… and a bag of something “What you got there Rose?” I asked a bit puzzled because it wasn't a diaper bag I have seen to many of them now and it wasn't a shopping bag because it was a stringy mesh with pink items in there that I couldn't make out, Rose walked up to me and kneeled down “This is your protective gear” and she pulled out a butterfly covered pink helmet “Really why is everything pink?” “Because you look so cute in it” said Kaylee in a sarcastic voice and laughed “Kaylee bear don't be mean” said Gwen and I could hear Kaylee chuckeling to herself “Kaylees not wrong you look to cute in pink” said Rose “There are other colors besides pink just give me some spray cans and I can fix this mess” both Amazons chuckled then Rose pulled out the rest of the protective gear “Rose do I have to wear it I know how to ride a scooter without hurting myself” its not like it's hard to figure out anyway “I maybe out voted on you using this thing…” she held up the scooter again “But I can at least make sure you are safer” I looked at Rose and knew there was no doubt about this so I relented and Rose started covering me in protective gear until it came to my left wrist to which I insisted I put it on so Rose wouldn't find her watch under the sleeve. Having been fully decked out in safety gear I now feel like a tank starting with the helmet next was some shoulder pads I have know idea why I needed them, then the elbow guards and the hand glove things that had some hard plastic thing in the center of my palms and lastly the all important knee pads “I feel like a tank now” I said in a light hearted tone “I bet you do and you even have a soft landing if you fall on your back side” smiled Rose “Why would I…” I cut myself off as it came to me “Oh right the diaper” we all had a quick chuckle then Rose handed me the scooter and gave me a quick crash course on how to use it, here's my simplified version for you “You push with your leg to move, step here to use the brake and turn the handle to turn left or right but not both at the same time” Rose over complicated the whole process of course but finally we were on the move and with the rolling of the scooter I could keep up with the Amazons with little effort for the first time it was great and I made sure to ride in front and behind whenever I wanted to change just because I could, I hadn't done this in years and despite it all I was having a great time I don't know if it was the fact that I was outside again after being cooped up inside for so long or the exercise itself but I bet I looked like the adult child the Amazons saw me as “You wouldn't be having fun now would you” asked Rose with her smile “Don't know what your talking about” I returned and shot past the Amazons and Kaylee, it was hard to keep the smile from my face as the warm breeze ran though my hair it really was great to be outside again. “I’m going round the block” I said after a while and speed past the slow walkers “Don't be to long” I heard Rose call as I raced on rounding the corner and down a lane way and in no time crossed two more blocks before finding a oversized kids park, I really have to stop calling everything oversized I guess it's normal sized here “Wow” there were half a dozen Amazons and probably twice as many humans or Littles if you prefer. I rolled along looking at the park when I felt the scooter come to a violent stop and I was thrown over the handlebars and fell to the pavement with a thump “AWW f… that hurt” I held onto my left wrist which felt like it was broken yes I have broken it before so I know what it feels like, immediately I heard footsteps running over to me “Are you alright?” asked a male voice, I tentatively let go of my wrist and looked at it the sleeve was torn to ribbons but I saw something that was far worse to me than the pain of my wrist, the glass in the watch Rose had given me was smashed with scratches over the remaining metal face “No” I whispered in a soft voice “It's ok dear you just had a tumble it's a good thing your Amazon got you these pretty protection…” “It's broken” I whispered and I felt my eyes start to tear up, I don't know if it is from the pain I was in or from seeing the watch, the shadow of the Amazon covered me “May I see it?” he asked and I turned to see the male Amazon with his short cut brown hair, a few stubbles of beard starting to show and the deepest brown eyes I had ever seen, he seemed vaguely familiar but I couldn't place where “It's broken” I said again and I felt the trembling in my voice, gently he took my wrist “Would you mind if I took a look at it? I might be able to fix it” he asked again and this time the voice registered so I nodded slowly, he unclipped the clasp and examined it before holding it out of my eye site for a moment then slipped the watch back on my wrist, there it was looking good as new the glass was intact and the scratches had vanished, the only difference was the watch now had a lite red tint surrounding the glass “Wow thank you” I said and tried to wipe a tear from my eye “Not a problem at all” he said smiling “I’m glad I can help now are you hurt anywhere?” I moved my wrist slowly and felt only a dull ache but not the pain of any thing broken and started to move more of my body “I don't think so other than a few scrapes” “That's good to hear” he said and helped me back to my feet “How did you fix the watch?” I asked now very curious, he smiled again and squeezed each side of the watch face then turned slightly and right before my eyes I saw the watch face grow smaller, he turned the other way and it started to grow in size “How the…” I was completely stunned “Adaptive materials” the man smiled again “Now I think we had better find your mommy or daddy they will be worried” “Oh… I can find them… I wasn't supposed to be here” I murdered and he chuckled “Thank you for your honesty… hmm if I let you find them do you promise to tell them what happened?” I looked up in complete surprise not believing my luck and quickly held my non wrist hand behind my back and crossed my fingers, thinking back on this it seems childish but in the moment it felt like the right thing to do “I promise I will tell them about the crash” I said aloud and to myself I thought but not about the watch “Hmm ok then” and he gave em a quick brush off to get some of the dust and dirt off my overalls and shirt “Now I want you to pay more attention to where you're going next time ok” I nodded “Definitely, thank you for helping me…” I stopped because I just realised i didn't know this person's name “You can call me Dave” “Ok thank you Dave” “You are very welcome little one” “Do you… do you live around here?” he waited a moment before replying “I don't but I do like to come here after work to walk around the park” I smiled “I might see you again then” “You just might” “Ok I… better go” I stammered and grabbed the scooter “Sure make sure to watch where you're going” “Yep” I said and pushed off with the scooter rolling away, what the hell was wrong with me, I felt my warm cheek and knew what was happening it was the same thing that happened to me when I met my boyfriend. I finally made my way back to Rose and the moment she saw me she ran over to me and checked me all over especially where the clothing was ripped “Emy are you alright what happened?” she asked in a rush “I’m fine it was just a little fall I have so much protective gear on I don't think it's possible to get injured” This of course was a lie seeing how I had a few scraps here and there which did ach a little but not much “This is why I didn't want you riding this thing you could have gotten seriously hurt” she squeezed me in a hug “Ow Rose I think you are hurting me more than the fall” I wheezed and she released me “It's safe to use right Gwen?” I looked up to Gwen and saw she had a worried face “Maybe Rose was right…” well this didn't sound good for me “Maybe you are too young to use the scooter” “No don't bail on me now” I whined “Look I’m fine no damage” again not true but she was leaving my side here, she was obviously unconvinced “Im sorry but I’m with Rose on this one now” I looked back at Rose and there was no doubt she was happy to hear that it was now two to one in her favour “Rose please” I whined “No I’m sorry you aren't ready yet” and just like that Rose took the scooter off me and walked back over to the stroller, I was upset no I was bordering on anger, how could she do this to me just because I had a stupid little fall sure I have scrapes but they will heal in a couple of days the scooter was the one thing I finally enjoyed about this world it was control it was my freedom to go where I wanted and Rose just took it away “Emy are you hoping on?” I hadn't even noticed that the Amazons had walked over to me but I now saw that they had attached the scooter to the baby stroller some how “You can ride it home” said Rose, this isn't riding this more like being dragged around but I grudgingly stepped onto the scooter and the Amazons resumed their walking. They took a different route than I did but eventually the four of us ended up at the park that I had fallen at “Is this the park you have been trying to take me to for the last week?” I asked Rose “It sure is” replied Rose, through the ride I had calmed myself down thankfully I think I was sounding normal, logically I had only just gotten the scooter so it's not like I’m now missing out on much and who knows I might get to use it again some time “Emy” “Huh?” Both the Amazons laughed “Were you off with the fairies again?” asked Rose “Something like that” I replied “Well I asked if you wanted to go play” I looked over at the playground and as far as I could remember I don't think that I had ever been on anything like it before well apart from the swings “EMY COME AND PLAY WITH ME!!!” called Kaylee from the jungle gym “Mmm fine” I mumbled and hopped of the scooter “Wait a moment” I turned back to Rose “You might want to take off these silly” Rose unclipped the helmet and other protective gear “There now go have fun” said Rose with a smile and I walked over to Kaylee without another word. While walking over to Kaylee I was looking all over for that nice man I met Dave but he was nowhere in site I wonder if he went home “Hurry Emy I want to play.” I followed Kaylee around for at least an hour seriously how does she have so much energy to do such childish things but finally it was time to go back to Roses place with the two Amazons asking me how I liked the park and of course me giving non answers that it was alright and yes I would like to go back some time but I would prefer to go back using the scooter on my own again not that I told the Amazons this it would just get my hackles up again both of us didn't need that, getting the protective gear back on was a bit of a sad point when we were leaving because I didn't think that I needed it if I was just going to be dragged along again “Here we are” announced Rose as we pulled up in front of the house “Home again” “My home away from home” chuckled Gwen “But you haven't been here that much” I said to her “Doesn't mean I can't invite myself over more in the future” stage whispered Gwen and she gave me a quick pat on my head, we went back inside and the moment Kaylee was out of the stroller she was back to her drawing but with a little less gusto good to see that she doesn't have an infinite supply of energy “Hey Gwen could I talk to you for a second” I asked out of nowhere “Sure hun what's up?” I wave for her to follow me I didn't want Rose to over hear this conversation queue evil laugh “So” Gwen shut the door “Do you have a way of talking to Wendy?” I asked, instantly a smile came to Gwens face “I think you can see what I was going to ask” I said with a smirk “Emy I think you and I are going to get on quite nicely.” For the next half hour Rose took to the sewing machine trying to fix my torn clothes after she had cleaned up my scrapes which had well and truly scabbed over on those few that had actually drawn blood and now Gwen was playing a game of monopoly with Kaylee and myself when there was a knock at the door “Are you expecting someone?” asked Gwen “Not that I know of” replied Rose with a puzzled look, she left her chair and went off to the door, Gwen and I tried to hide our smiling faces “What's going on mummy?” asked Kaylee “Just wait dear you will see” then we heard the door open “Wendy how did you…” came Roses stunned voice “Gwen said you could use a house guest or two” seconds later Rose reentered the living room with Wendy and Abby in one arm in tow, out of site of Wendy Rose glared at both Gwen and myself our grinning faces doing nothing to diminish it one little bit “And she also reminded me that I owed you a drink” the glared doubled at Gwen our grins getting bigger “So I brought these” Wendy held up a six pack with her free hand like the one I had seen Becca with last week “ABBY!!!” squealed Kaylee “KAYKAY!!!” called back Abby and the little was set down allowing them to run to each other “Come see my drawings” said Kalee and she dragged Abby over to the coffee table with Gwen and myself, now I think it is time for my fantastic acting skills to shine, I immediately put on a horrified face and like the attentive care taker that Rose seemed to be noticed straight away “Emy whats wrong?” “I think I had an accident” I whispered even though this wasn't true just mentioning it brought the warmth to my cheek probably giving it that extra bit of realism, time for Gwen to chip in “Oh Emy I had better get you cleaned up since Rose has a guest” she recited it as if she was reading it from a sheet, there is no way Gwen was going to be an actor “And I bet that Kaylee needs a change too” “No mummy I’m…” she was cut off “Come on Kaylee bear lets get you all nice and clean” said Gwen as she scooped the girl into her arms “Let's make it a round dozen, Abby did you want to follow your friends?” Gwen held out her hand to the girl and Abby took it without question “Gwen I can't…” started Rose “Don't worry we won't be long unless the girls want to do something after the changes” Gwen rushed out of the living room with Abby, Kaylee and myself leaving Rose and Wendy alone. “That was excellent” I cheered when we got into my room “What's happening?” Asked Abby timidly I turned to see Kaylee nodding in Gwen's arms “Abby dear does your mummy talk about Rose?” Asked Gwen as she set down Kaylee and took a seat on the floor, Abby nodded “I think mummy likes her” this just reassured me that I was doing the right thing “Do you want your mummy to be happy?” Gwen asked the Little “Of course” “Then trust me that leaving Rose and your mummy together is a good thing” the girl looked thoughtful “Ok” she said slowly “I still don't understand mummy” said Kaylee lightly pushing Gwen's shoulder “I'll tell you later Kaylee bear now does anyone need a real diaper change?” I could feel the need for the toilet growing but I didn't want Gwen seeing down there it's bad enough that Rose does “No” came out of the three of us wearing diapers. “Do you know what that was all about?” asked Wendy “I have a suspicion and I think that we won't see them again for a while” sighed Rose, one of Wendy's eyebrows raised “Drinks you say” said Rose more happily and the two Amazons opened a bottle each.
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  12. Glad he enjoyed the hike and they are definitely awesome during the work week!
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  13. It’s a nice night out and I wanted to go outside, so I did, in a BD diaper cover with a wet northshore underneath and a T-shirt on top. The cover has a pattern, so no claiming my recent surgery is the reason if my neighbor stumbled on to me. I live in a duplex, but it’s dark, and I never see my neighbors. I brought my shorts with me just in case. Twice this week I sunbathed on my patio with shorts and a diaper on. Shorts probably didn’t conceal the waistband all the way in back, and I did have a conversation with my neighbor while lying down, so she could have seen but not well enough to know what she was looking at (just a white waistband above my shorts). Fiest time I’ve done either of these things. I just wanted the air and the sunshine, and the breeze tonight is great. It’s my backyard, I’m wearing the same thing a Speedo covers, and I’m kinda of tired of having to choose between enjoying the weather and wearing when I want to. Not like I’m going to make a habit of wearing just a diaper cover and T-shirt during the day, but again: dark, nice breeze, cool temp, my backyard. Maybe one day I’ll get a fence and be able to wear outside anytime I want, even without a diaper cover. @DailyDi, I love these covers. Seriously. All I can say is I wish they were available in more colors, particularly neutrals. I’d make these my everyday underwear even without a fly. They make everything fit very snug. I do wish they had a higher rise in the back. Were it not for the diaper, my crack would be showing. And as a postscript, I know at least one time someone saw me wearing. I was wearing shorts, so I don’t know how she knew, but when I opened the door (she was delivering a meal), she gasped. That’s the only thing I can think that might have made her do that, but I was fully dressed. And guess what? World didn’t end.
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  14. Thank you! It makes me happy to know this makes other people happy.
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  15. They meant well. You could have simply said thanks but no thanks and left it at that. You confronted them, you were angry and you are surprised that they responded in kind? I get you don't want strangers on your doorstep, but they didn't do anything terrible and they left. I guess they broke some minor rules in your neighborhood, if you really really want to enforce that, then call the cops and wait inside. If you want the authority to enforce laws, you need a badge. You can't control the world, but you can hop up and down and be really really angry if you want to try to do it. To me you seem like a cranky old man, but that's just me.
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  16. I always encourage folks who wear cloth diapers to learn to use diaper pins. Washing clothing, especially diapers, without Velcro is so much easier.
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  17. I remember this story the first time around. Very nice.
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  18. My wife and I lived in apartments like that. One night at 830, we put the kids in bed and some church goers knocked on the door. Just some teenagers. I lost it. I cussed them out saying u could wake my kids. I went where a church full of teenagers gathered for a bus. I asked who was the adult. The preacher came out and I told him the hole spill private property and stuff. I ended going to the church to deliver satan bibles on a church day. If they want to be rude to me, I can always return the favor
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  19. When I get knocks on the door and I'd rather not be bothered I just check my security camera to see who it is and if its somebody I don't know I just run the action on my 12 gauge pump and watch the security camera to see the looks on there faces they can be priceless I've only had one person call the cops when the police officer asked me what happened I passed him my ccw permit and said all I did was run the action on my shotgun in my apartment I did not brandish my shotgun or break any laws all I did was run the action on my shotgun and that the person at the door must've heard me exercise my 2nd amendment rights and got scared the police officer laughed and told me to have a nice day and left. Jehovah's witnesses hasn't been back to my apartment sense then
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  20. Chapter 1: Striking a deal Arrow sticking from the forehead, the body tumbled down to the ground, disappearing with a pixelated poof. The creeper was no match to the surgeon like precision Jay moved his mouse with on his The Avengers mouse pad. Jay was deeply focused in the world of blocks, partly due to his headphones harnessing his hearing into the virtual word. The extra concentration Jay was giving to the game was needed. His faithful Minecraft buddy and best friend was in another state hundreds of miles away from his keyboard. Finley and Jay had been partners in games, adventures and troubles since kindergarten. They had practically spent the summers together apart from going home to sleep, doing that together too as many times as their parents agreed to the sleepovers. Last year had brought an end to those summers. Finley’s family had bought a summer cabin from another state. Finley had no say in his family’s summer plans, so Jay found himself friendless the whole summer for the first time. The two boys had been torn apart like a sheet of paper and a notebook page that cheap glue was supposed to keep together. Jay knew none of it was Finley’s fault, but he blamed his best friend a little regardless. After all, Finley had come back from his holiday so excited to tell about his new friends and all the fun activities he had done at his new summer home, while Jay just nodded silently, listening and thinking about the long summer he had spent trying to entertain himself. Not even his father had stuck around with his countless unbeatable pastime ideas that had rescued Jay from umpteen dull days, and Jay didn’t know how he should feel about it. Just as Jay was about to stick his diamond sword into a zombie that was getting closer than comfortable, someone lifted his headphones off his head, spooking him bad enough he nearly ended up on the floor. He quickly smashed a key to pause the game, before the zombie could cause too much damage, and then turned to give an annoyed glare at the intruder. “Jay, I have come to bargain,” Shannon said with low and pretentiously serious voice. Jay wasn’t impressed with the joke nor about nearly becoming one of the youngest people to die of heart attack. “Very funny, mom. What do you want?” Shannon grinned at her son’s sulky reaction. “Sorry about the jump scare, honey. I came to discuss something important I need you to help me with this summer,” Shannon said, directing the chat to more serious tracks. Jay was both flattered that his mother needed his help with something important and suspicious about the nature of the request she was going to make. “Uhh, yeah?” Jay answered, expecting his mother to continue. Shannon sat down on the side of Jay’s bed and patted it next to her invitingly. Jay got up from his office chair and hesitantly sat next to his mother. “You know how much I appreciate it every time you agree to try on some of the clothes from my work,” Shannon started and got a slow nod out of Jay. “Well, what I’m going to suggest is similar, but for longer than just a quick test and with some tiny extras.” That was all Shannon had to say. Jay was already certain he had been right with his suspicion. “I, I don’t know…” “Hey, I haven’t even gotten started yet. Don’t shoot it down already,” Shannon said and bumped into Jay teasingly. “What I’m asking you to do is test our new clothes and other products for the summer holiday.” Jay’s eyes shot wide open as he turned to look at his mother, trying to figure out was she being serious or kidding. He couldn’t find any signs that would give away that Shannon was trying to fool him, which added to his shock. “What? The whole summer? How?” “We would treat you like any child who needs the products. One perk would be no chores for the whole long summer!” Shannon said cheerfully. She knew it would take quite a few bribes to even get Jay through all the terms and conditions. “You would treat me like some special needs kid?” Jay asked puzzled. “Yes, that would include dressing you, perhaps feeding you, overall taking care of many things you would usually do yourself,” Shannon explained to her son who was looking more and more reluctant. “No way! Why don’t you get one of those, those… kids to do it?” Jay settled to ask. He wanted to blurt out “retards”, but knew better to hold his tongue. The one time he had said the word as a joke his mother didn’t find it worth a laugh. Three-day grounding was what she found to be a fitting response. “Because, Jay, if a product doesn’t work properly, they could end up harming themselves. You, on the other hand, would just shrug it off and let me know,” Shannon reasoned. “I haven’t gotten to the best part yet, so listen up.” Jay rolled his eyes and gave in, “Ugh, fine! Go on.” “Before we get to that, you know how many of the clothes are designed to stop the wearer from getting their hands into their diapers? Because of that you would need to wear and use diapers, as you can’t take the clothes off to use the toilet, and to test the practicality of the clothes.” At this point Jay was ready to scream “no way” as loud as he could, but Shannon lifted her finger to stop him. “Nuh-uh, let me finish. When you play along the whole holiday without complaints you will get a reward: that console you have been longing for and five games you get to choose, and I’ll even stretch the age rating to teen.” Jay stared at the wall, now contemplating the deal in the light of the rewards. Teen rating would mean no GTA V, but the offer was still tempting. “I don’t know.” Shannon knew she was close to victory and decided it was time to play dirty, now or never. She already felt a sting in her chest, even before the phones in her mouth became words and the words sentences. “Do it for your father. You would help the furniture he designed make it to the people who need it.” The silence in the room had dragged on a few seconds shy of a minute. Shannon was getting ready to apologize for mentioning Jay’s father, when Jay broke the expecting silence much to her relief. “Make it six games." “Deal! I love you, darling,” Shannon said, put her arm around Jay and gave his temple a kiss. “Love you too, mom,” Jay sighed. He wasn’t sure what kind of a ride he had agreed to for the sake of an Xbox One and handful of games. What he knew was that playing special needs for the summer wouldn’t interfere with his lone plans of spending it, and at the end of it, he would get to show off his new console to Finley. “Now,” Shannon started taking a cloth tape measure out of the pocket of her jeans, “we need to take some measures. Lose those sweat pants, honey.” Jay blushed and asked, “Do I have to? Can’t you take the measures over them?” “No, Jay. They won’t be precise. Come on now. Last time I checked I was your mother, not some cute girl you have crush on,” Shannon joked. “Eww!” Jay replied and pulled off his pants, leaving him with blue and white striped briefs where the hem of his t-shirt ended. Shannon first wrapped the measure around Jay’s slim waist and looked up the reading before taking out her phone to write it down. Next, she moved down to Jay’s hips, patting her son’s legs so he would spread them a little. After tapping the measure into her phone, she wrapped the cool tape around Jay’s thigh, making the boy shiver and wiggle impatiently. “Hold still or we’ll still be taking measures when the sun is setting.” In just couple of minutes Shannon had everything from her son’s wrists to ankles measured and noted. Looking at the numbers she had written down, she knew the few clothes and other accessories they had in storage most likely wouldn’t fit on Jay. The boy was average height, but small in every other way. At his last checkup the family doctor had warned Shannon that Jay was near the underweight limit. Coming out of her thoughts, Shannon handed Jay his sweat pants and announced, “All done! We’ll leave to visit the company in a few, so if you want to change into something else, do that now. Come downstairs when you’re ready.” With that Shannon left the room. Before going down the stairs, she knocked the door of Hayleigh’s room that was right next to Jay’s and went in. Hayleigh was lying on her bed, buried in a novel, listening to music. She noticed her mother come in and pulled out the earbuds. Before she could ask, Shannon answered her question. “Jay agreed!” Shannon said. Hayleigh couldn’t hide how surprised she was much to her mother’s amusement. “How did you…?” “Mother secrets!” “By any chance also know as bribes and blackmailing?” came Hayleigh’s sarcastic retort. “You little…” Shannon gave Hayleigh — who was giggling behind her hands — a light slap on thigh. “I’m going out for a walk with Jay to drop his measures to the seamstresses and see is there anything his size in stock. Do you want to tag along or rather stay home?” Without giving it much thought Hayleigh agreed to come. She wasn’t going to miss it if there happened to be something out of the wide product range that fit Jay. It wasn’t that she wanted to ridicule Jay. She just figured it could be just a tiny bit funny to find out what kind of garments and contraptions she and her mother would be putting Jay in. All the sisterly love she would be able to give to Jay over the summer without him being able to refuse would be limitless. Hayleigh and Jay had been closer before, but ever since their father had been gone, Jay had closed himself up so tight Hayleigh couldn’t drill her way into his head. Every time Hayleigh tried to start meaningful conversations, which she was desperate to have with his brother, Jay would just give vague answers until he had had enough and asked Hayleigh to leave him alone. She did have her mother to open her heart to. Shannon would listen to Hayleigh whenever she needed that, but it just wasn’t the same. The topics she could talk about with his brother were way different. Well, they had been way different. Jay had changed his outfit. He sat on his bed in light blue jean shorts and a white t-shirt with picture of the New York City skyline, ever so popular theme to depict on mainstream garments. Jay didn’t spend much time thinking about what to dress in. It wasn’t too important for a 10-year-old boy. What he thought about were the words of his mother that still rang in his head. He should do it for his father? Like he would know. He wasn’t around anymore to get joy from his son giving a test ride to all the furniture he had designed. No. It wasn’t his father Jay was doing this for. The Xbox was his motive. At least that was what Jay reassured himself. He bounced out of his bed and went downstairs before Shannon could get a chance to wonder what was taking him so long. * * * The walk to the sizeable building complex that worked as the storage and factory for clothes and furniture had taken them roughly 15 minutes. The buildings weren’t exactly something that would make Sydney Opera House look like a 4-year-old’s doodle, they were symmetric and the exterior was made out of metal, save for windows and some wood details, but they had been cheap to build and gave the business a home. That’s all that had mattered to Shannon and Rhys. Rest of the products the company sold, such as diapers and strollers, were outsourced. Shannon and her employees came up with the design ideas and the companies specialized in the products fulfilled all the requests they could. The receptionist greeted them in the lobby and Shannon small talked with her for a moment before they entered the clothing side of the factory. They found twelve workers who were all focused in their respective tasks. “What do my old eyes see?” came a question from a woman who was in somewhere around her sixties. She was drawing lines on fabric with a marker as Shannon and the kids walked in “Hey there, Martha!” Shannon greeted the lady. Martha had been Shannon’s first employee when the company had started its expansion. She had stuck around ever since and was now the head seamstress at the factory. She had also become close family friend and had often given tours for the kids around the machines that were involved in the long process of making clothes out of fabric. Jay and Hayleigh both liked the kind-hearted woman. “Have you brought me two guinea pigs instead of the one we had in plans?” Martha asked Shannon with mock confusion. Jay had only just learned that Hayleigh knew about the plan before him and now he knew Martha did too. It made sense to him to let Martha know beforehand, but he was a bit hurt regardless. “No, you aren’t that lucky, Martha. You’ll have to cope with one,” Shannon chuckled and handed Martha her phone with the measurements open on the screen. Martha took her notebook and started scribbling them down. “No worries. I’ll cope just fine with this skinny boy!” Jay blushed. He wasn’t a great fan of being a topic of discussion, especially when the discussion was about looks. “Hayleigh, go check can you find anything from that storage room,” Shannon said and pointed towards vertical-lifting fabric door, “meanwhile I go to my office and send some emails.” Hayleigh nodded and left to investigate what the room was hiding inside. Jay went to Martha and sat on the table meant for cutting fabric. Martha had already taken her notes and was carrying on with cutting pieces of fleece. “Do you know how flattered I am that I’m getting my very own model for the summer?” Martha said and pinched Jay’s cheek. “Oh, and your mother, it means more to her than you might even realize.” Jay raised his eyebrow and looked at Martha, giving her a sign to continue. “She has been so stressed about finding someone to test all or at least some of the fruits of years’ work. No matter how hard she tried to cut a deal, everyone turned her offers down. She didn’t want to ask you, because she was afraid how you would take it.” Slight pang of guilt hit Jay. Had he really been that reluctant to help his hard-working mother over the years? He sure didn’t fancy being affiliated with things meant for kids who couldn’t even find their way to toilet. It was humiliating that clothes meant for them fit him, as if he was supposed to use them. Still, Jay liked to think he sucked it up and did what his mother asked. Martha noticed Jay’s troubled expression and consoled him, “But hey, don’t worry about it. It’s all sorted out now thanks to you!” “Yeah, I guess…” Hayleigh barged out of the storage. She was clearly excited, which worried Jay. In her hands were two bundles of webbing, orange and blue. “I found something!” she exclaimed. Jay couldn’t figure out what his sister had. Whatever the two bundles were, Jay was sure he wouldn’t be as excited about them as Hayleigh. “What are those?” Jay questioned. Hayleigh ignored him and asked, “Orange or blue?” “Tell me what I am choosing first!” “Orange it is!” Hayleigh announced and grinned widely. She set the blue bundle aside and started unwrapping the orange. Once the webbing was opened up, it became clear to Jay what his sister was holding. “Is that a —” “Harness? Yep, it is!” Hayleigh interrupted Jay. “Let’s try it on!” Hayleigh kneeled in front of Jay and held the harness at ankle level. “Step in!” Jay shook his head, but complied. “Did I agree to this?” he asked as Hayleigh pulled the harness up his legs. Next, she guided Jay’s arms through the correct loops and then swung him around. Two clicks could be heard as the buckles of the loose harness closed behind the boy’s back. The harness wasn’t loose for long: Hayleigh tugged the straps that went around Jay’s chest and abdomen. To finish off, she tightened the crotch strap. It made the harness little less comfortable, but not unbearable thanks to the padding on the strap. “Snug as a bug!” Hayleigh said as she inspected the results of her work. “A bug that is about die from lack of air,” was Jay’s answer. He pretended to suffocate on the last word for the sake of emphasis. “Oh you, always so dramatic.” Martha was chuckling at the kids’ exchange of words as Shannon returned from her office and noticed the harness secured on Jay. “Oh, that’s perfect!” Shannon said, clearly pleased from what she saw. She walked over and gave the harness few pulls to test for herself how it fit. “Try to take it off, sweetie.” Piece of cake, or so Jay thought. With only slight struggle, Jay got his right hand on the lower buckle behind his back. He was sure the harness was as good as off, but as he pressed the buckle, nothing happened. He pressed it again with some more force, yet still nothing. “I think the buckle is broken,” Jay stated. “No, it works wonders,” Shannon said joyfully, and to demonstrate, she opened and closed the buckle. “But, but… Why can’t I open it?” Before Shannon could, Hayleigh explained Jay that the buckles had a child lock that made it practically impossible to open them without full use of hands. The child lock was a small button on top of each of the buckles that had to be pressed down or the buckle wouldn’t budge. For the wearer of the harness the small button was difficult to feel on top of the buckle, let alone press. “Just to be safe, take these too,” Martha suggested and handed two Velcro wraps to Shannon who thanked her. The small wraps went around the buckles. They were so tight it was difficult to pull them open with two hands. Jay wouldn’t stand a chance pulling off such move while wearing the harness. The cherry on top was the leash Hayleigh got the honour to clip on the harness. She gave it a test tug to make sure it was intact. Jay nearly lost his balance and shot an angry glance at his sister. “Looks like we are ready to head home. How soon do you think Jay’s clothes are ready, Martha?” Shannon asked. “There are some old orders in line, but I’ll try to get the first of Jay’s done tomorrow. I’ll let you know when you can pick them up. The rest will be sewn together over the week.” “Sounds good! You know what, the furniture should be ready and the test products I ordered from outside be delivered here early next week. How about I come get whatever you have ready tomorrow and leave the rest to be delivered to our house with the company truck next week?” “That’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow!” “Yep, I’ll stop by. See you then!” After Shannon and Martha were done with deciding the logistics and saying their byes, Shannon and Hayleigh headed towards the front door. Jay, however, was frozen in his spot. “Wait! Aren’t you going to take the harness off?” he asked perplexedly. Wearing the harness on the way back and on top off that being held by the leash was not what he thought of when he put up with Hayleigh strapping him into it. “Jay, it’s part of our deal, one of the things you’ll test use this summer,” Shannon explained. “Anyone can see me! I cannot walk out there like this!” Hayleigh — who was holding the leash — tried to calm her brother down, “Most of your peers live elsewhere in the town or are away for the summer holiday. We didn’t run into anyone you know on the way here, remember? Now come on, it’s not a huge deal.” Jay just let out a moan of frustration and let himself be pulled out to the street. * * * Hayleigh’s prediction had been right. The walk back was uneventful. No one Jay knew got to witness what he considered a walk of shame or Via Dolorosa. They had walked by some children who were out playing, but apart from few longer stares, no one had paid much attention to Jay. The part that was most embarrassing to him was that his sister was the one to hold the leash the whole walk back. Although she was the one in charge whenever Shannon was away, it was humiliating for him to be led through the streets by someone who topped his age by five measly years. Jay set his foot through the door of the humble abode — the nickname was from Rhys who had known his way in the field of irony — and didn’t waste any time demanding to be released. Hayleigh complied, working the buckles open and pulling the harness down for Jay to step out from. “It wasn’t that bad now, was it?” Shannon asked. Jay mumbled something back and scaled up the stairs. Shannon and Hayleigh looked him go, and shrugged. They went to the kitchen to cook dinner before someone from the family of three would fall from starvation. Jay sure remembered that freedom from chores was part of the deal: he didn’t even peek into the kitchen before the dinner was ready and Hayleigh went to get him. While emptying plates of spaghetti Bolognese, Shannon and Hayleigh came to an agreement that they would go shopping at the mall the next day. They also reached an understanding that even listening to Rebecca Black’s Friday on repeat for 24 hours would be better pastime in Jay’s opinion. In other words, he would stay at home. After the dinner Jay lay on his bed in his room watching A Series of Unfortunate Events from Netflix. After nine Shannon came in and told him to switch his TV off and get ready for bed. Jay made sure to correct his mother by telling her that he would switch his computer off. Before long, Jay was tucked in his bed, and Shannon peeked through the door to say good night. “Mom is so proud of you for choosing to help, you know that?” Jay replied meekly, “Yeah. I know, mom.” “Good night, honey. Sweet dreams!” “Night, mom!” * * * Jay stirred awake. Straight, empty highway opened in front of him as far as he could see. He was looking through truck's windshield from the right-hand seat. Beams of morning sun came in from the side window and lit his face. Trance music accompanied by the static noise from the truck engine and tires was all he could hear. It reminded him of his father. He used to listen to the electronic music genre, which Jay found way too monotonic, while riding his Chevrolet Silverado down the highways. “It’s beautiful day, isn’t it?” Jay heard someone speak up. The voice was familiar to him. Jay turned his head and noticed its source sat behind the wheel. The man was fairly muscular. The hard skin and few blisters on his large hands suggested he did manual labour. The sunglasses that protected him from the bright sunlight had orange flames on the temples. Hayleigh had always judged the man’s fashion sense, which is probably exactly why he had bought the glasses: just to tease her. Jay had just said he found the glasses super cool. Even if they weren’t the latest fashion, they did justice to the man’s persona. “Dad? Where are we going?” Jay asked Rhys who had his eyes tightly on the road, although there wasn’t anything to look out for. “Good morning to you too!” Rhys laughed. “We are on our way to my work!” “Why are you always listening to the same music?” Jay asked and reached towards the radio to switch the channel. Rhys shooed his hands away. “Because I like it. It keeps me going,” Rhys replied and made some dance moves with his shoulders for Jay. Jay rolled his eyes. “Oh, we are taking this exit,” Rhys said and steered up the ramp. They were headed to some city Jay couldn’t recognize. He saw tall skyscrapers arise in front of them. “One last job to do and then it’s all furniture business for me. I’ve promised your mother countless of times, but this time I’ll really keep the promise,” Rhys said and added, whispering, “or she might really kick me out.” One last job. His father’s words made Jay feel uneasy, but he couldn’t quite explain why. Jay looked out the window. The streets of the city were just as empty of cars as the highway. No one was walking down the sidewalk either. “This is it!” Rhys announced and parked the car to the side of the road. They were in front of an apartment building that seemed tiny and out of place between the enormous skyscrapers. It was made of brick whereas the skyscrapers were shiny glass. Jay read the sign that sat above the main door: “DAMON APARTMENTS”. That’s when it hit him, the shock. “Dad… Please don’t go.” “It won’t take long. I’ll be right back!” “No! You can’t go in there!” “Don’t worry. I won’t get arrested for trespassing. I was invited there after all,” Rhys joked and winked to Jay. “You don’t understand! Please, get back in the car! We have to go!” Jay begged and tried to reach his father’s arm, but he was already outside the car and closed the door. He walked around the car and stopped by the passenger side door. “Everything will be alright, son,” was the last thing Rhys said before he walked towards the building. Jay tried to open the car door, but it wouldn’t budge even though he had unlocked it. He banged the window as hard as he could. “No! Dad! Come back! Come back! You can’t leave me! Come back!” Only couple of seconds after Rhys had stepped through the main door and closed it behind him, large cracks begun creeping up the brick walls. Jay could hear them advancing until they reached the top. There was a brief movement of dead silence. Jay closed his eyes. He couldn’t watch what was about to unfold. The moment of silence ended violently as the building crumbled down, crushing everything and everyone inside. Jay couldn’t hear his own scream over the sound of the building turning into a pile of bricks and iron rods. He opened his eyes and the last thing he saw was a cloud of dust closing the truck into its dark embrace. I actually got another chapter out! Is anyone else surprised or is it just me? Took me long enough, though. My writing feels a bit dry and repetitive, but bear with me. I'll try my best to spice my English up. I'm not as good in writing English as my native. Shame there's hardly any internet audience for anything I would write in my native language.
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  21. Well it's that time of the year again , I will be picking my mom up at the airport the first weekend of May . We had a really great visit last year and she asked if she could park a camper trailer in the back of our property if she bought one . I told her I could just build her a little studio in my shop and it would be far better to live in than a trailer so to make the story short I have been constructing a mother in law quarters in my shop. She's been very exited and is looking forward to the added independance she lost when my father died and she began splitting her time between my sister's house and ours . I've been happy to do it for her and even happier I will be wrapping this 8 month project up this weekend and I will once again have my weekends back without having to work on her apt . Thank you all for your advice it really helped our relationship and cleared alot of the tension my mother and I both had toward one another .
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  22. "Alright you two! Go ahead!" Five presents now were stacked up, after we had endured Maddie's bombardment. How inconsiderate of the maid! What if she had hit them and they got hurt! Though Harmony had gotten bonked in the head and it hadn't hurt her at all. Been sort of handy really. REGARDLESS! Throwing things around was childish and beneath all of them. Even if she had fumblingly tried to return fire, self-defense was different! She just couldn't get a proper grip with the stupid mittens. Oh well, she was sure they'd come off for lunch time, just like the pacifier. It wasn't like she could eat with those on, so no matter how much they wanted to treat her like a baby, she'd have her chance to prove she was an adult! Buuuut in the mean time she could enjoy presents! She had so much money but never quite knew what to buy and often ended getting things only to throw them away. But with Mother doing all the thinking of what to buy, she could enjoy the material pleasures without worrying about trying to puzzle out what she wanted! Chalice crawled over to the present boxes with a smile behind the guard of her pacifier. Only to find herself stimmied by her mittens. Accursed contraptions truly devised by the most cruel and sadistic of Mothers, no doubt! What was the point of these devious devices? Unable to find purchase on the slick wrapping, Chalice could only barely pick it up and shake it in frustration after pawing at it for a futile minute. She couldn't hear anything inside. At least, not over her Mother's suppressed laughter in the background. Wheeling around furiously, Chalice tossed the package as best as she could at Mother, who couldn't even bat it out of the way from being overwhelmed with mirth. And both her arms were occupied trying to hold back her guffaws. "Oh tee-hee, I'm sorry Chalice! You just looked so excited but then... Haa... I'm sorry, need a little help from Mommy? ACK, sorry Harmony!" A second package had been hurled at her from Harmony. "It's just, I haven't had to help you guys open presents since you were 40! This is little, um, nostalgic." She tried to excuse herself, but we were having none of it. Side by side, we stared as grumpily as we could at her! Together we were unstoppable! But... She seemed to just be laughing more. Confound it, maybe they were missing something. Chalice glanced at her twin sister, only to be reminded how ridiculous they looked as grumpy babies. Oh, right. She had forgotten for a moment. THWACK. The three of them suddenly went still, the laughter stopped as their eyes turned to Maddie, holding.. GASP! Not the enchanted family Rune Paddle! Chalice's and Harmony's shocked and demanding gazes turned back to Mother, whose smug smile slowly returned. "Oh, haha, I see you found the gift for you already, Maddie. Family tradition you know, whoever has children has it. It's got every feature. It has settings for pain, duration of damage, and number of spankings. So, if you need to punish the child, but need them to be able to sit quietly an hour later, you could turn the pain setting to 'Yeeouch!', but the duration of damage to '1 Hour'." "Mmm, fair enough, but it seems like you're the naughty baby at the moment, holding your poor children's presents hostage and laughing at them." Maddie smiled sweetly, and Mother's smile quickly faded. Chalice's head swiveled between the two. Was the uneasy truce and balance of power between the two about to come to an end? At first she had thought that Mother had somehow been able to be in charge, but then when she had just been left to wait in the playpen that put some doubt in her mind. Was the maid going to take command of Mother too? "Well, ahem, I'm uh, hardly a child any more." Mother shrunk backwards, trying to take cover behind the Unicorn she had previously been sitting on. Chalice sensed weakness. There was no response that could possibly be taken, other than the one instinctual in her blood. That all her ancestors before her to the sundering, even Great Granny, would have done. Harmony was right beside her and the pair of them stripped away the unicorn and began shoving Mother forward, closer to the looming Maddie on the edge of the playpen. "Ah, ah, ah," Maddie tutted, patting the Rune Paddle, "But didn't you say you were playing by our city's rules, out of respect? And it'd be a shame if we didn't use each of the new presents. And you certainly couldn't expect me to spank the girls on their birthday?" "Isn't that the mortal custom though?" Mother said hopefully, even as she tried to raise her arms defensively. "Mmm, certainly, one spanking for every year. Tell me, how many would that be for you?" "..... Well, that's a rather rude question to ask a lady, wouldn't you say?" Chalice would have happily volunteered that Mother was somewhere in her thirteen hundreds, but alas, no such luck. She was glad that she was getting one comeuppance on Mother in return for the treachery of handing over the Rune Paddle to someone like Maddie. This was a betrayal, and deserved the swift vengeance that was about to come! She nodded with grim determination, still pushing Mother's legs forward as best she could. "I suppose I'll just have to put them all in one, then." Maddie tapped the 'number of spankings' setting to 1. Huh... Chalice wondered. Mother had never used that. Did that mean it'd put all the power in one blow? "Ack, um, I'll be good! I'll go open their presents for them now." Mother struggled to try and get free, flee from the edge of the playpen. But it was in vain. With Chalice on one leg, and Harmony on the other, it was a doomed attempt, and only made her fall forward onto her hands, presenting a perfect target. And Maddie took it. THWACK "YEEOUCH!" Mother managed to somehow burst free, and it seemed to Chalice like she would almost clear the playpens edge, before instead reality setting in and her merely bouncing off the cushy substance and back to the playpen floor. She was already in tears, and desperate rubbing her diapered rear to no avail. "Mmm, I trust you'll be a good girl, now?" Maddie circled round the Playpen like a shark eyeing prey trapped on an island. "Y-yes Maddie..." Mother sniffled. Hmph, serves her right for giving such power as the family Rune Paddle to an unpredictable mortal like Maddie. Still, she couldn't help to feel strange now that it had happened. Was this what she was in for if she misbehaved, to Maddie's insane standards? Was this only the first present? What could possibly be in the rest of them? Chalice looked at the four remaining boxes now with trepidation.
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  23. "Honey are you babysitting James again?" Cheryl patted Mikey's bottom when he stopped nursing. "Its fine. Just keep going." She said to the boy. "No. This is not James. I'll tell you after he finishes." She said firmly, noticing Mikey was starting to suckle again. David went to go sit down in one of the chairs in the living room and waited. Mikey fell asleep while feeding and Cheryl went upstairs to go lay him in his crib. Everything was always kept clean for him, just in case. The mother changed the boy's diaper and tucked him in, and came out of the nursery while David was impatiently waiting for an answer to all of this. She made sure that the door was closed in case of any yelling occurred. Today who knows what could happen. David opened his mouth to say something but Cheryl cut him off. "I dont care, what you think. That little boy upstairs means more to me than you do." She started. "What's his name?" David asked calmly. "His name is Mikey. He has been my little for almost two years. You havent seen him because he has been in the hospital since before I met you." What she said, left David confused. "But why not tell me about him?" "Because I wasn't sure he was going to wake up." Tears ran down Cheryl's face. David got up and wrapped an arm around his girlfriend. "Honey. Relax. Things are fine now. Whatever happens we'll get through it. Together." David felt arms wrapping around him as the woman cried. Cheryl explained everything that was going on with Mikey, including that he didnt remember anyone. Except the part about him being from another dimension and being a human. The two started working on finding a physical therapist in their area to come to the house and help the small boy, but the only one they could find was a facility that required you to go to. So they settled for that. ********************* Everything was quiet. I was comfortable and didnt particularly want to move. I shifted my weight slightly, trying to find a better position, but something was pressing into my side. I opened my eyes and saw I was in another cage. I looked to see what was pressing on my side, happened to be just a bunched up blanket. I struggled to pull it out from under me and looked around the room. In fact, I was wrong about the cage. It was actually a crib. I noticed that everything was painted in pastel colors, blue and green. I saw some pictures on the wall and a dresser. 'Oh no. She thinks I'm her baby.' I thought, noticing I looked similar to the boy in the pictures, as far as I could tell. I tried sitting up so I could see the room better. I struggled and struggled until I managed to get up for a few seconds and flipped back down on the mattress. My body ached and I felt so stiff. I whimpered in pain and frustration. Suddenly I heard footsteps, getting closer and closer. I panicked. I had nowhere to go, wasnt strong enough to even sit up on my own. I did anything I could do. The door swung open and closed and that's when I lost it. I began thrashing around, twisting my body and kicking. My eyes began to water as my vision went blurry. I started to hyperventilate as well when I felt hand slide under my neck and bottom. I was situated in an upright position, feeling something hitting my bottom lightly after my body fell onto something soft. My body was shaking and I was petrified. I heard humming as I continued to fight. "Shhhhh. It's alright. No one will ever hurt you again." The voice stated. I was getting all kinds of mixed sensations and feelings that I didnt know what to do with them, so I started crying. A new figure appeared in the doorway and I was quickly turned away from facing that figure. We moved about the room and I heard the door shut as I calmed down. A hand moved down my back from my neck and a cold breeze rushed to greet my back. I felt myself set down onto a soft, plasticky surface and a strap went across my chest. I wiped my eyes with my sleeves just before they were taken off of me. I was undressed and changed again. "Please let me go. I'm not a baby." I tried to reason with the giant woman. "I know." She responded. "W-why a-a-are you do-i-ing this to m-me?" I sobbed, confused and a bit shocked. "Because if we sent you home, you would be dead. And you would be euthanized if I didnt keep you like a baby." She said calmly, keeping her tone low. "Wh-why?" "I'll tell you later." She said, pulling the pajamas back up and lifting me. The sudden change in position, had startled me slightly, but I felt a hand on my bottom, patting it after I had gasped. I pushed myself off of her chest and she supported my back and head as I looked around the room. Everything was very infantile. I didnt have much time to take in the room before my thoughts were interrupted. "Ok honey. Someone wants to see you." The giant woman said, pushing me to her chest. I rested with my arms up on next to my head, as I felt a very soft, fluffy blanket being draped over my back. The woman brought it under my bottom and under my legs. The edges of the blanket felt like silk to the touch and the material like some of the finest cotton. I let out a few soft cooing noises about the blanket and blushed as a few pats to my padded rear. The door opened and I sniffled some, seeing a giant man, bigger than the woman holding me, staring me down and a warm spot started growing on my crotch. ******************* Cheryl rubbed her hand up and down the boy's back once she felt him get tense. "Hey buddy. Are you being a good boy for Mommy?" David asked, causing Mikey to try to throw his weight away from the man. Mikey started getting worked up, unable to get away from everything. "Careful David. He doesn't remember much. He was a rescue remember?" Cheryl chimed in and David moved a few steps back. "Let's go and get you something in your tummy." Cheryl said happily to ease Mikey, but she had no idea what was in store now.
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  24. I was a late potty trainer and bedwetter growing up, so the memories of diapers are very keen. I was about 9 and still wetting the bed most nights. I started liking the feeling of having a diaper on at night, but was wearing underwear during the day. I was playing outside and wondered how it would feel to wet my underwear, so I did. I had this huge wet spot on my shorts when I came inside. Mom noticed and asked my why...I couldn’t answer. A few days later I pooped my pants while watching tv in my room. The feeling was amazing! Also amazing was telling my mom that I had pooped in my pants and the attention I got. I had more “accidents” in the coming weeks hoping mom would diaper me during the day. She never did. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
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  25. You have to remember they are professionals. No matter what they think they still have to go by the medical standards. They have to make sure that any and all information about you is private. You also have to keep in mind that no matter what they think it is still all up to to you. What you decide to do is what will be done.
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  26. I just tried Snappi’s for the first time and love them. A great solution for my diapers that are otherwise fine but with velcro that’s wearing off.
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  27. I do remember....I was 8 and still wetting the bed every night. One morning I woke up to a soaking wet diaper as usual. I wiped down and put on underwear. Later that morning I was in my room and wondered what it would feel like to wet my pants. I wet enough to the front of my underwear and the jeans I was wearing. When my mom found out she was unhappy to say the least. I did this on and off all the way through high school. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
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  28. I really want to hear how this impacts views of certain characters. __________________________________________________________________ Chapter 13, Part 3 When Jamie had tired himself, he allowed the current to wash him back in, surfing the waves that carried him and bracing for the ones that broke over him. At last he righted himself and swam lazily back to Amanda and Becky. A small crowd had gathered on the beach. “Here,” Amanda shouted when he was still deep enough to be under from the waist down, tossing him his swim suit. Jamie blushed, looking at the crowd, not because he was naked but because he didn’t like audiences. Not everyone looked happy. Well, he thought, then let them not be happy. He was. Amanda was smiling proudly. But Becky’s face, he couldn’t place that expression. Perhaps it was more than one. It didn’t matter to Jamie. He was happy in the moment, and he had her to thank for it. Ignoring the small crowd, whom it didn’t seem Becky or Amanda were aware of, he high-stepped through the water and wrapped his arms around Becky. “Thank you,” he muttered, “I haven’t felt this good since I got here.” Becky had the unique power to make things easier or harder, more or less fun, more or less miserable. Jamie understood that power, but he didn’t hug her and thank her for that reason, but because he was thankful, and he wanted to express it physically. Peering down at his head against her hip, she patted his hair, rubbed his shoulder, and said, “That makes me very happy to hear, baby. I bet you’re tired.” She started to break the hug and turned, seeing the dozen and a half people who had gathered and watched. Some looked like there just stopped for the distraction, a few seemed to judging, and a couple seemed angry. Becky wasn’t prepared for that and turned red and insecure. “Yay for Jamie! Woo hoo! That was incredible!” A voice started from the back of the crowd, and clapping hands appeared above it, moving their way to the front: Jane. Jamie blushed more: an audience and praise for something wasn’t really praise worthy. He wasn’t a competitive swimmer; he was just good at it. A couple in the crowd politely clapped, some of the others drifted off, and Jane remained waiting for them to walk out of the surf. One woman wanted to have her say, though. Amanda saw it coming. “Just ignore her, Jamie. She needs to learn to mind her own business.” “Excuse me, ma’am.” Nothing in the voice was a question, and whatever respect or courtesy ‘ma’am’ implied was clearly not meant. “Do you have any idea how unsafe that was? Do you? And you just gave a hundred Littles, including mine, a seriously dangerous idea! What were you thinking?” Amanda started to walk faster. Jane started to step in front of this woman just to cut off her view. Becky, to her own surprise, got her dander up. She wrapped an arm around Jamie’s shoulder and pulled him closer. “Can your Little swim? Mine can.” The woman seethed and started to stomp off. “We’ll be here until dinner time if you want to race him!” She shouted after the woman, who didn’t turn around. Amanda and Jane laughed, Jamie looked shocked, and Becky stared holes into the back of the woman’s head before she started walking again. “Where did that come from, Mom?” Amanda was as surprised as Jamie, and, for that matter, as surprised as Becky. She didn’t answer. Instead, she said, “Let’s get you dried off.” He pulled himself on the foot of her chair, and she sat behind him with the towel, then wrapped him in it, pulled him close and reclined. Amanda handed her mom a bottle of water, and with her eyes Becky asked Jamie, and he nodded. She held it while he drank. “You’re a very good swimmer.” “Thank you.” Becky sighed, and Jamie’s eyelids felt heavy. It was his afternoon nap time, and he had exerted for the first time in … he wasn’t sure. He was losing track of days. A while, he knew. “I think it’s time for my very good swimmer to get some rest.” Jamie was fine with that. “Amanda, could you hand me his bag?” She did, and she once again stood beside Jamie as Becky pulled his wet suit off, patted Jamie dry, and got him into a regular diaper. “Here,” Amanda said, handing her mom a dry pair of shorts for him. Dressed but for a shirt, Becky reapplied sunscreen, and Jamie felt sleepier still. “Here, buddy.” Amanda helped him up and guided him to his towel. She moved it to where the sun had pushed the umbrella’s shade, and he eagerly lay down on his stomach. Amanda handed him his hat and another water bottle. Jamie put the hat over the back of his head. “Thank you, Manda.” He got a goodnight kiss. Rosie was already sleeping. Amanda went back to her book, Jane worked on her tan, and Becky contemplated. When she could tell from the rise and fall of his back that Jamie was asleep, she asked Jane, “Do you mind watching Jamie while Amanda and I take a walk?” “Not at all.” Amanda was pulled out of her book by the sound of her name. She wasn’t surprised; she put her bookmark in and stood up, waiting for her mom. Becky put a wrap around her shoulders and walked past Amanda, who fell in step. The two of them waited until they were out of ear shot. “I’m sorry, Mom, he got away from me. I won’t let him happen again.” “Yeah, you will.” It was a matter-of-fact statement, no reproach intended. Amanda knew she was right and that she had just lied, again. Jamie had sprung away from her at the first chance, but she had no intention of trying to stop him or trying to catch up with him if he did. Becky sighed. “Why do you understand him better than I do?” She sounded hurt, even a little sulky. It didn’t feel fair. I’m the mom, Becky said silently to herself. “He’s always happy around you. He always wants you.” A few tears escaped, and Becky held back a sob. “I don’t even think …” a sob stopped her from finishing the sentence. “Oh, Mom,” Amanda cooed. She wrapped her arms around her mother, and held her own to herself. Amanda wasn’t sure how to answer the question. She didn’t know. It’s a fact, she knew, the people who are very good at something make the worst teachers of it – it comes so easily to them, they don’t know all the steps. People merely good are the best teachers because they have to remember each step consciously and so are better able to explain each one. The answer, she supposed, was it was intuitive to her. They ended the hug and kept walking. Beaches are good for that; there’s always more sand than words. “Littles play favorites sometimes,” Amanda tried. “Littles have favorites sometimes. Why is it so much work between the two of us? I mean, what am I doing wrong?” “Mom, I wouldn’t say …” “Oh, stop. It’s obvious.” “I don’t think you’re doing anything wrong, Mom. It’s just … Jamie is hard, that’s all. He’s different. He was different before he got here.” “I know he’s different. I read the file; I talked to his case worker.” They walked on in silence. “I guess …” She stopped and sighed. This was the hardest conversation she’d ever had with her mother. “Where do you see this going?” “What do you mean?” “Like, what’s the goal you’re working toward?” Becky was stumped. That was a much easier question to answer about a child than a Little. There were obvious milestones for a child, the main one being the child becoming an adult. A parent’s work doesn’t stop there; there are milestones remaining. But if a parent can get to that main milestone, and the child is a happy, healthy, functioning adult, that’s success. Amanda rephrased the question again. “What do you want for him?” “I just want him to be happy. He was sad when he got here. Now he seems sad and angry most of the time. When he’s not with you, he’s with a book or his blocks or that puzzle you hung on his wall. He’s … that first morning when he woke up and the day after, he talked to us. He told us about his feelings. He’s withdrawn. From me, mostly. I … did I do something?” “When he said he wanted to go swimming, what was your first thought?” “That it was too dangerous.” “Why?” “Because Littles don’t swim well. I’ve never seen one swim well.” “He told you he could. Why did you doubt him?” “I … I didn’t doubt him. I just wanted him to be safe.” “He told you he was, though.” “Littles say things like that. They don’t always know, and sometimes when they do, they’re not honest.” “I think Jamie is the most honest person I’ve ever met when he feels he can be.” “What does that mean?” “Sometimes he fibs to end conversations. He’ll say yes or no just so the conversation ends.” They walked in silence some more. “I never met an unregressed Little before Jamie, Mom. I think I maybe saw a couple, maybe. Have you?” “No.” They walked farther. “I’m trying to do what he said he wanted. In writing, in the file. Toddler; doesn’t want to grow up. He said that.” “Is that what you wanted?” “I didn’t care. I …” “What?” Becky’s lip quivered. “C’mon, Mom; you can say it.” “I picked him because you wanted him.” She was speaking through tears again. “You … you didn’t want to do this and then you saw him and said ‘I think we can help him.’ I … I …” They stopped, and Amanda rubbed small circles on her mom’s shoulder, but kept enough distance for her to finish. “If you … if you wanted him then … then I knew he must be right for us … and … we were right for him.” She took as deep a shallow deep breath. “And … if …” She stammered. “If you could … if you could love him … right then, from a file … then I … I loved … him too just … because he ... because he could make you feel that way. You told me, you said to me you weren’t sure you could … And then you did and I loved him just because he made you love him … and his file made him seem so … deserving of a new chance. And … that first night when you were … you were holding him and what you said. It felt so right; it felt like we were both right.” Becky wiped at her eyes. Amanda drew the line through the statement: she loved him right away because I loved him right away. Because she loves me. “And watching the two of you get so close makes me love him even more.” Becky stopped crying. “And it makes me feel like shit that I can’t connect with him or give him what he wants or what he needs.” She sounded so angry with herself. “I don’t know what he wants either.” Amanda tried to smile as if to tell her it was okay. “I don’t think he does. His file … it’s one big contradiction.” “How?” “He doesn’t want to grow up, but he didn’t want to be regressed even a little. He wants to get over all this pain, but he didn’t want any memories erased. I’m not sure what he was trying to say.” Amanda started walking again to give herself time to think. Silence isn’t awkward when you’re walking, not in conversations like these. She thought very hard about what to say next. She decided not to tell the whole truth. “I don’t know why he’s here.” Becky thought back on what she knew. “He said it was so he could get away from all the things he was struggling with there.” “He had other choices. This was a little extreme, right?” “He said he couldn’t stay there and live with himself.” “And I think he believes that. I don’t. Here; there; people live with some horrendous stuff around them, in them. People can live with anything if they want to badly enough. And he could have gotten help there, too. I don’t know if he even tried.” “His case worker seemed to think he belonged here; seemed she felt pretty adamant about it.” “Is a Little a Little back there?” “What do you mean? A Little is a Little everywhere.” “He was leading a whole other life and just ended it. Walked away. I mean, he did it because he thought it was different, or that he’d be different, or that something would be different, right? Why else do it?” They stopped and felt the wind off the ocean picking up. The tide would be rolling back in soon. They turned back. “His case worker thought he’d heal here, emotionally,” Becky said after a few yards. “I think he thinks that, too. I think he hoped it and then she convinced him. And he’s probably wondering when and how that happens.” “Time.” “Time and what? There’s time where he’s from.” “Us, I guess,” Becky answered. “Right?” “Yeah. The whole experience of being a Little, I suppose.” “He’s fighting the experience, though.” “I don’t know if that’s entirely true. He’s fighting change.” “He wanted the change, or thought he did.” “He wanted a change; I don’t think he understood what all that could mean here.” “It is a lot.” “And sudden.” They walked on in silence some more. Becky started again. “I’m just trying to take care of him. Protect him. That’s the change he wanted, vaguely, right? Give up adult responsibilities; simplify his world down to … down to being loved and loving others. He resists being taken care of, letting others love him and … and letting them show it by what they do for him.” “So what makes you think I’m different? I love him; he seems fine with that. He could hardly be more affectionate,” Amanda chuckled. “Maybe it’s the way we care for him in different ways. You’re the cool big sister; I’m the mom.” “Moms can be cool and fun, too.” “I try to be.” Amanda sighed. “Have you considered that you’re giving him a very narrow space to have fun in?” “What’s that mean?” She sounded defensive. “Water wings. Toddler toys.” “Appropriate for Littles. And safe! And he said toddler; I thought it was what he wanted.” “’Toddler’ was the oldest choice on the form. And I don’t know what ‘never grow up’ means. He has grown up, for a Little. If he picked ‘toddler’ because he wants to undo that, in some form, it won’t happen overnight or just because he wants it to. He still has his regular mind and his regular body and the same sense of autonomy he had when he got here. He didn’t give up the first two. I think he’s only okay with the last one if it makes him all the other things better. Else, why do it? I mean, what would that be, prison?” “So what do we do? What do I do differently?” “He’s not a toddler; I don’t think he wants to be. I think he just wants the sadness to go away and thought the best way to do that was to reach the point where he wasn’t even aware of sad things in the world anymore, like, his world was so small, he didn’t see them. I think we have to figure out what he wants to be, and he has to help us do that, and it’s gonna be something completely unique. It won’t be a toddler, or any stage of life. It’ll just be the way Jamie is. Maybe some things or sometimes like a toddler; other times not. Maybe younger than a toddler sometimes; who knows?” They were almost back within sight of their spot. “I still don’t … what does that mean, for us I mean? Me?” “He’s got a brain and body that need to be kept active, first of all. Over time, maybe he’ll learn to let go of the … I don’t know. Whatever it is that stops him from being like a Little. He had fun being tossed around in the water. He was able to let go, stop being so serious. Play.” “He played with Rosie.” “He was faking it.” “Yeah … he was.” “So we play it by ear. Some things we let him be older; some things we keep younger and see how he reacts, and then we adjust. And over time, maybe he learns to let go of whatever keeps him from accepting and enjoying that he’s a Little, like letting himself be taken care of and actually liking it. If he can figure that out, that he doesn’t have to do it all alone, maybe then he’ll share the demons with us and let them go.” “But … he is a Little. What if he gets hurt while he’s figuring that out? And I don’t just mean physically.” “I know he’s a Little. I haven’t forgotten. He doesn’t know he’s a Little, and if he did, he’d probably hate himself even more than he already does. I want him to know he’s a Little and be okay with that.” “You think he hates himself?” “Yep. Sometimes …” Amanda knew this was a serious thing to say, but she’d already said so much else. “Sometimes I think he came here to punish himself. For all the things he couldn’t fix back there, and he’s torturing himself by not understanding the difference between forgiving himself and forgetting about the people he thinks he’s failed. He may even be doing it on purpose.” Becky was horrified. It made sense now, in a way that hadn’t been clear before. She sat down in the sand. Amanda sat down next to her. “His case worker did say he’d benefit from counseling,” Becky said, her voice full of recognition, putting puzzle pieces together. “I think she’s right.” “And what do we do in the meantime?” “Like I said. He is a Little, and he needs to know and accept that. But he’s his own kind of Little. He doesn’t know and we don’t know what that kind is. He’s not going to fit into a stage-of-life box. We have to help him figure out the things about being a Little that make him happier and the ones that don’t. And he might not always agree, and we likewise need to know we might not always be right. And we’ll reach some … equilibrium.” “And when we disagree?” “We pick the right battles. We ask, ‘Is doing this my way going to help him become the Little he is and accept it, or not,’ and if not, we let it go.” “That’s not always going to be possible. The rest of the world sees a Little, not Jamie.” “Jamie’s smart. If we tell him he needs to be a certain way in front of some people and different with others, he’ll understand. I think he knows how to wear different masks better than either of us.” “Ok. So where do I start?” “By focusing more on what he can do than on what he can’t.” “But he just got here. We don’t know what he can do; he doesn’t even know all of what he can and can’t do. What if he gets hurt?” That was the crux of it for Becky. She wanted two things for Jamie: to make him happy and keep him safe. She had done what she thought would do those, and she feared in abandoning what she thought was the former, she too greatly risked the latter. “So what if he does? We’ll pick him up and make it better, and he’ll see how much we care for him and love him, and he’ll trust us more, and he’ll let himself be littler and littler until he finds the right kind of Little he is. And then, god willing, he’ll let us take that unhappiness away; he’ll trust us to take it from him, that he can let us do that without him … having failed or … betrayed anyone. That’s the idea, right? That’s how we help Littles: we let them be who they are so all the rest can be stripped away, and then they’re happy.” “And how do we introduce the Little things to see if they help him or not?” “Slowly. When the time is right. We can’t just force him to act like a Little and expect him to accept being a Little because of it. I think some things we’re going to have to introduce to him, but it can’t come out of nowhere, and it can’t be an immediate mandate; he’ll just reject it immediately. But like the way you did with the pacifier. And that bear; he carries that around the house. I doubt he was doing that where he came from.” “So what do we stop doing, right now?” “Nothing, I don’t think. I think he’s fine with most things we’re doing. It’s more a matter of … when he thinks he’s not being recognized for who he is. It’s the assumptions that hurt him. Like that he can’t swim, or that he doesn’t understand what’s being said about him when he’s right there. Or just … ignoring his feelings, dismissing him when he says he’s not sure or wants to do it a different way. When that happens, then we ask, is this something that will help him accept himself or not.” “You’re so much better at this than I am.” Becky sighed. She was proud of Amanda, but also frustrated with herself. “Why is this so hard?” “Because we picked it, Mom.” Amanda shook her head in a shrugging way; didn’t her mom know that? “We didn’t pick him because we thought it would be fun; we didn’t pick him like some of those assholes do because they think it’s like having some cross between a puppy and a doll. We picked it because we wanted to help him.” They sat for a while longer. “I’m glad it’s hard. We do what’s hard for the people we love.” Becky let that sink into her. Amanda was right again. “Should we go back?” When they arrived back, they were surprised to find both Littles still sleeping. But sun and water will do that to you, and they’d both played hard in their own way. “Sorry we were gone so long,” Becky whispered to Jane. “Don’t mention it. He’s been asleep the whole time.” “We should probably wake them up or they won’t go to bed tonight.” Becky, Jane, and Amanda began packing up. When they took down the umbrella, both Littles stirred. “Hey, buddy,” Amanda whispered, brushing some hair from his forehead. “How ya feelin’? The sun was lower but still bright. “Still sleepy. Are we going home soon?” “Yeah, we’re almost packed up. I bet you’re hungry, too.” She ran her finger down his back, and Jamie shivered in pleasure. He didn’t know why he liked that so much, no matter who did it. She kept her hand moving and stopped when she reached the bottom of his diaper. Still clean and dry.
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  29. I love the desperation of needing to both pee and poop... The feeling of release... The warmth is indescribable.. Plus I always have to masturbate after going as well.
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  30. I did the underwear messing quite a lot as a young child in hopes of being put back in to diapers, did not work out as I hoped for. I continued to mess my underwear as often as I could and at times when it was not prudent to do so still hoping to be put into a diaper, still my parents would not put me back into diapers. At age 10 I was caught with a diaper stuffed into my underwear, that did the trick and I was forced to wear diapers and to use the diapers, but little did my parents know I was enjoying this punishment.
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  31. I tend to mess my pants more than diapers, mostly because wearing diapers currently requires planning (I don’t really have the opportunity to wear diapers freely on an everyday basis), whereas messing my pants is something I can do on a whim whenever he urge hits me and I have some privacy. That said, I do prefer diapers because I can enjoy every mess much longer, and go about my day with a nice load without anyone really noticing.
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  32. I love the feeling in my belly when I haven't pooped in two days, and I go out shopping for groceries and i just walk down the isle and hold it till it just comes out by itself. I feel so content. Then the pee hits and I am standing there reading contents on a box and I hear the hissing as my diaper is getting soaked and mixing with the poop and making a nice mush puddle and it's so warm and tingling my box. I have about three orgasms and walk down down to the next isle and it starts to smell good and I have another orgasm. The drive home is the best. You wanna talk about nuance (lol) I get out to the parking lot and put groceries away and then sit down with a big plop and have an instant orgasm again. The feelings are countless and so numerous its like heaven sent.
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  33. This is true, although I'm not sure what you mean by "doesn't hold together well". I spend most of my time in nappies with velcro fasteners because the ones I use are such a good snug fit. There's enough velcro on them to hold a bus. I've worked out that the way to wash them is to fasten them up as I would when wearing them. That means the hooks don't get caught on other things much - this works with the nappies I use, but may not with others. I've sourced replacement velcro, and Mummy is good at sewing. She's only had to replace the velcro on one so far (I've been wearing these for a year now), but another's on it's way. Mine are from Snuggleblanks/Blankencare here in the UK. If you order from them, be prepared to wait a while. There's about a 3 month lead time at the moment.
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  34. I remember being young and going to the park with a friend who's older sister took the two of us. I was too embarrassed to ask her to take me to the bathroom and wound up with very loaded pants. I remember being in like the boats they have you can play on and kind of enjoying the squishy/slippery feeling. I also remember the walk home when the sister asked "OK, which one of you pooped?!" of course I denied it... Not like I could avoid it when I got home. Mom was very sympathetic, just said to ask to be taken to the bathroom next time. And no, there was no next time. The next time I would wear I diaper I was in my mid to late 30s.
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