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A/N: I suppose I got really intrigued by the Keeper Universe idea, and really wanted to try it myself. Keep in mind this won’t be about diapers as such, but what if someone in that universe were a pet, but still human. They had all their rights, when they shouldn’t. I want to see the conflicts that arise from such things, and the implications. Please keep read if you’re interested. Wanings: This story has mentions of suicide. Chapter 1: The day I found out I was a pet, was the day I tried to commit suicide. I saw her eyes...and I think I fell in love. The movies didn’t do it justice, I felt weak to my knees, and my whole world changed. I would’ve died for her...I also would’ve died for me. So I tried. I jumped off the third floor. I was ‘lucky’ to have just broken both my legs. I woke in a hospital to a very distressed ‘owner’. “How could you?!” Those words flung right out of her mouth, with all the indignation I expected. I laughed. “I have a right to suicide, as a human, I get to die.” She seemed flabbergasted, not expecting the true, but I suppose to her...hurtful answer. “You’re not...or you won’t be for long.” Depending on the person...the “Transformation”, as it’s lovingly called, takes months. When your ears migrate to the top of your head, and a tail sprouts from your lower back. A disgustingly painful event, that rids you of what made you...you. I leaned into my pillow. “That won’t be happening...have you heard of Lab97?” It was where I worked...a known, but not widely understood place. Her nose wrinkled. She couldn’t believe what she just heard. “That aberration? It’s experimenting...dedicated to understanding pets and their physiology.” I smiled, for some reason, her confused face warmed my heart. I was definitely bonded...interesting. “It is, also dedicated to stopping the bond, and forcing someone to remain human...event after the ‘Change’.” Another word for a pets ‘Metamorphosis’. It’s like something snapped into place, she leaned into me, sniffing, her lips becoming pursed. “I knew there was something off...” I leaned into my pillow, a migraine coming on. “When I was Unbound, I took a special pill for 5 years, to prevent the change. Everyone in the lab did, for their own safety. I knew it would work, but I was also hoping to remain...Unbound.” I opened my eyes, and saw the hurt. It stabbed at me...but I had to take care of myself first...and I barely knew her. She took in a breath. “I’m going to have you checked.” She walked out, and had a nurse return with her twenty minutes later. Two hours later, she was shocked to find, that yes, I wasn’t transforming....and I was every bit as human as her. The blood work proved it. I had a thrill, the pill worked. Beautiful. She looked back at me, disgusted. “You’re messing with nature!” ”No, I just saved my life.” She didn’t know what to say to that. I sighed, holding out my hand. “My name is Jennifer. I live with my girlfriend. She won’t appreciate the situation...but I think she’ll accept it.” The woman...my owner, recoiled at the information. “You’re mine, you can’t...have a girlfriend.” My head pounded...she might as well as said ‘Bad Girl’...I shook it off. “As a human, I have every right. My girlfriend is human too, she’s the ‘Owner’ of another woman. Someone who took the same medication I did. She lives with us. I hated it at first, I’m very possessive. But I learned to live with it. I think you’ll have to too.” There was no room for argument, I had been with Amanda for a decade, it wasn’t about to end now. She went quite, before looking down to my still extended hand. Taking it. Hesitantly. “I’m Joan.” It was almost a whisper. It melted my heart, in an unexpected way. I took her hand and kissed her knuckle. She sighed, as if relieved. There was a knock at the door. Amanda, with Susan, she was always close behind. “How dare you?!” Yep, she wasn’t thrilled. “I just got a call from the hospital. You jump off a building, because some bitch has claimed you! What were you thinking?” I felt my face flush. “I wasn’t—“ ”Well, that’s sort of obvious.” Susan always took Amanda’s side, how annoying. Joan looked between us, fuming, great. I have a domestic on my hands. “Don’t talk to my Pet like that!” I felt myself grin at Susan’s face, she was flabbergasted. Amanda took her hand. “Don’t use that word...ever! They’re people!” ”Yeah, because she ruined herself!” Joan accused. Well...that hurt rather unexpectedly. I felt my eyes start to water, and before I knew it, I was well on my way to crying. Joan turned, deer caught in the headlights. Repulsed at her own words. She went to touch me, I hated that I needed it, so I flinched. Amanda took my hand then, turning to Susan, “Please give us space.” Susan just nodded, walking past the door. Joan stepped forward, and Amanda shot her a look. The one she loved to use as a lawyer. “That includes you too!” Before Joan could utter a word, I was crying in Amanda’s arms. So she let herself out. ............ Susan was outside, in the waiting room, when Joan joined her, sitting rather uncomfortably. “She’ll never love you more than Amanda.” Joan’s face contorted. “What?” ”It’s true...I thought I could tear them apart when I first had her, the Bond made me feel so sure. Instead, it almost tore her apart. She wouldn’t have left me for Jennifer, if I had made choose. She did...her. I thought I did something wrong, why wasn’t I enough. Why does she go to Jen for everything before me? I had to let it go, they’ve been together a long-time, so let me tell you, what I had to find out the hard way. Don’t get between them, she’ll never choose you over Amanda.” Joan just sat there, is shock, if any Pet had said that, she’d have though they’d be caged for months...and they’d love it. Or they were meant to... But Susan was human, so was Jennifer, oh...this was do many layers of fucked up. ............. I turned to Amanda, and held her. It felt good, like it always did. Like when we were in college, and I cried about my only ever failed Exam. God, I hated that class. She looked down at me. “It’s going to be okay, I promise. We could always try to break the bond...or you could always try to form one with me.” i laughed, horse. “It’s not like starting a band A. You know how hard these things are. It hurts just staying human. My body feel lethargic. My head is spinning. I know from Susan, I’ll stay human, but it doesn’t feel right, as if, I broke more than just my legs.” A just climbed into bed with me. I tuned into her. “I wish it were you, I don’t mind Susan, but I wish it was just us.” i knew I hurt her by saying that. Especially after all that drama, all those years ago. But it was true. “It’ll be okay, I’m always here for you, and so is Susan. She loves you too.” I felt a smile starting. “I know, I love her too. But it’s not the same.” ”I know,” Amanda whispered. “It never is”.

"There you go sweetie." Mikey had just finished a bottle of milk, before being sat up and burped. "Excuse me." He said after every one out of habit. The bottle had made him feel sluggish. Cheryl had him propped up, with his legs partially away from her and his head slightly above her elbow as she cradled his upper body and arm around his side so he couldn't fall. The small boy was breathing quickly, looking between the two giant people with him. The mother could feel him trying to lean further away from them and his body quickly grew tense. "This is David Mikey. Mommy's boyfriend." She said, trying to break the ice. "Hi." David said waving his hand. Mikey seemed un-phased by their actions. Seeing how this wasnt going anywhere, she had a small glimmer of hope. Seeing Mikey's turtle sticking out of one of the bags, she sent David to go get it. The boy followed every movement either of the two made. "Here you go." He said, handing the plush toy to Cheryl. She held the turtle out for Mikey to reach on his own. "Now this is yours to keep. Take good care of him." She said and Mikey shook his head, curling his knees up as best as he could and shrunk his head between his shoulders. Ding! A time went off in the kitchen and both Cheryl and David stood up. "Here hold him for a minute while I take care of that. It's very important I get that taken care of." She said, handing Mikey over who was now trying to push away from David. "But-what if- I've never held..." He stuttered, holding mikey upright, supporting his lower back with an arm and the other under his bottom. David could tell that the little boy was shaking as he stared at him with a terrified look over his face. "Hi buddy. You're fine. Mommy will be right back." He was so tiny and skinny. David almost dudnt believe how little he weighed. Mikey pushed himself off of David, rather too quickly for either of their liking. The giant man caught him before he could fall out of his grip. This scared Mikey too much, feeling the sensation of falling and he let out a loud scream before crying. "What's going on out there?" "I dont know. He pushed himself off of me and almost fell." David responded as the boy tried pushing off of him again. "He is probably just scared. Sit down with him." David compiled, sitting on the couch. He began patting Mikey's back. He knew a trick that worked with most littles to calm them quickly. He had practiced on his sister's old and rescued Littles before they passed. ************************* I felt this giant man's hands move up my back and a pair of fingers gripped the back of my neck. Pressure was building up and I thought he was going to kill me. His fingers started sliding forward to my cheeks. I stopped crying briefly when did this and stopped pushing against him altogether. I laid my head down on his shoulder with my nose, almost in a couch cushion. I heard some footsteps and the massage stopped. "I see he likes you already." I heard the woman say. I felt hands reaching around my body and fingers prying my limp body off of the man holding me. I was spun around and my arms wrapped around the neck of the giant. "But he is going to be a Momma's boy." I felt a few pats on my padded rear. Beep. Beep. Beep. Three loud beeps came from another part of the house. It startled me and I felt more of a warm, wet sensation growing around my crotch. I went back to being tense again. "Dinner is ready. Why dont you get it out and on the table?" The woman asked. "Dont mind if I do." The other giant said, walking up to us. I turned my head just in time to see the two of them kiss eachother. And she noticed. Her face was so close to mine, I could almost feel her breathing. "Dont worry. Mommy loves you too." She condensed, giving me a wet kiss on my nose. I backed my head away from her as quickly as I could, letting go of her neck, and forcing myself away. She caught me before I could get far enough away from her. We started moving as I wiped my face. I had this fuzzy feeling now, just something I couldnt put a finger on. But I was distracted soon when we entered a kitchen. The smells were mesmerizing. A bunch of different foods and all out on the table. It was a feast to me. She sat down and the giant man set a full plate out. I was turned around and sat in her lap, with an arm around my body. I kept reaching for the food, smelling all the new scents. All deliciously smelling scents. I was hungry now, despite how long ago I had that bottle. "Mikey. Stop. You cant have this yet sweetie." My hand was pushed away. I kept my hands down for a few minutes. But soon I was at it again. She sat her fork down and quickly grabbed my hand, pulling it to her other that was still wrapped around me. Now I started to struggle and she flicked my hand. "Michael Rhein. I warned you." The woman said sternly. Now my full focus was on my throbbing hand and who was holding me. Dinner was quiet except my sobs until they had finished eating. I was moved into the living room again, laying in some kind of bouncer, strapped in at the waist. "I just want to go home." I sniffled quietly, watching the two giants move about in the kitchen. I was wondering who they were,and how to get back home.

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?

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!

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...

I built mine from two baby cribs (same style) and a double platform bed. I had to do a little cutting and rebuilding but it really wasn't all that hard. I like the way it turned out.

Abu Preschool plastic or Abu BareBums are thinner abdl diapers! Also try Mydiaper sexy,night,animal,etc, those are thinner abdl diapers. Those are as thin as Tena slip active fit ultima. Attends slip 8/9/10 and Boots Staydry slip are all plastic backed thin diapers! Thinner than the Tena. ID expert slip super are part plastic,cloth sides nowadays. Tykeables little builders/overnight are plastic and thinner abdl diapers. There's others too...hmu

I also trained myself to bed wet close to 20 years ago, in my early 20's. It took me about a year. It was great for about 10 years... and then I got married and now have a family. Now, not so great. I very hard to re-train myself to not wet at the same time my daughter was going through her potty training about 5-6 years ago, but failed. As has been said so many times, 'Be careful what you wish for...' Things that sound great at one stage of your life can be very different later.

Chapter 2: I woke up. Still is hospital. Amanda went to work, after a night of telling me what an idiot I am. Susan had curled up next to me...kind of like a cat. There were certain things that still changed you, things that can’t be ‘un-made’, if there is such a thing. Joan was sleeping in a chair. She’d kept her distance, watching me the whole time. I could tell she wanted to rip Amanda away, but she didn’t. “I told her not to.” I raised both eyebrows, looking down. “What?” Susan grinned, rather proud of herself. “I told her to back off...I didn’t want a repeat you know. Of us. It was a year of our lives we’re not getting back.” I nodded, it was hard not to agree. “I know. It was stupid.” ”You know know Amanda had a heart attack right, almost.” Well, that dampened whatever shitty mood I was in. “I’m aware.” It’s all I could think to say. “No you really don’t.” God, I didn’t know Susan could sound biting. I think she might leave scars...if we continue. I gather what little composure I had. “The pill doesn’t always work, and I’d rather die than be...that thing. Even then, there are certain side effects that will always remain. Don’t forget, I knew you before all this Susan. You hated being touched, the thought of a woman disgusted you. I remember once you telling me that you hated me, just because you did. “You were honest that way. I sometimes miss that. Then you saw Amanda, at that work party. I wish I never brought her, and you...changed.” She huffed gently. “You’re not going to turn into a mindless sex doll. I promise.” “You don’t know that.” She gently kissed my cheek, pulling me to her. “You won’t. This research as been in production for fifty years, that pill is a ‘prototype’ that fails in one in a thousand. I think you’ll be fine.” The window was looking oddly inviting right now. “No I won’t. We still don’t know how long it lasts. What if you were lucky, and I only last a year. I can’t do that.” Susan paused. “The Bond is hard...it’ll change you in someways...it’s inevitable. There’s only so much that can be done.” I wanted to scream at that. “I’d rather die.” It’s then Susan slapped me...hard. I just sat there in shock. I wanted to cry...again. Fuck, I was hoping for a good day. “I think you should leave.” Susan was about to protest, before I heard Joan speak. She sounded ready to kill. “You heard her.” Susan hesitated. “I promised Amanda—“ ”I will not repeat myself, leave, or I’ll make you.” Joan’s eyes were wide open, and just waiting for Susan to talk back. “You’ve a lot to discuss anyway. I’ll be in the waiting room.” When she walked out, Joan locked the door. “Is she always so...stupid?” I almost laughed. “Hardly, she’s one of the key researchers on our team. She made that pill possible about ten years ago...she was sixteen. A prodigy. She just, has to have her way.” Joan paused, “Why did you take it?” I glanced at her. “It was required, all personnel that were deemed too important to loose took it. I never thought I’d actually need it.” I could feel the bitterness drip from my voice. “Now I’m somewhere in between, I have all the rights of a human, but with some taken from me as a ‘pet’. “I can consent to sex...but soon will be infertile, like a good ‘pet’. All other side effects vary from person to person. I may go bald, or have chronic pain...there is a reason why this pill isn’t on the market, it can kill one in two hundred. Hardly a small number.” Joan sat on the bed. “I decided. I won’t treat you any less. But—“ ”Well thank you.” I snapped. “For being gracious enough to treat me with dignity. I suppose I should be grateful.” ”I don’t mean it like that!” Joan was getting rather flustered. “Then how do you mean it?!” I was being a right drama queen. But I couldn’t help it. I was high on emotion, with no way of getting down. “I was going to say, but I don’t want to be treated any less either. I’d...like to meet your girlfriend. I’d like to see if is can work out. Because I’m not leaving. I can’t...” I think she meant it too, which meant we were both pretty screwed, or so, I thought. I held out my hand, I should’ve done this at the beginning. “It’s nice to meet you Joan.” She looked at me oddly, before taking my hand. Then electric raced down my spine. I felt a warmth take over, as my faced flushed...oh shit. Don’t tell me I was in heat! ...... Amanda arrived, to find Susan sitting in the wrong room. Her face was scolding. “Why aren’t you with Jennifer?” Susan felt herself shrink into herself. “She told me to leave, and her...Joan told me to too!” ”Since when did you do what Jen asked?” Susan felt herself get even smaller. “I might have felt bad for hitting her.” Amanda saw red. “You did what? Oh Susan, we’re going to have a very long talk, and you’re not sleeping in our bed...for a very long time.” Well, wasn’t that swell? A/N: Tell me what you think! :)

Well, without knowing anything about your relationship let's try covering some of the basics: Spanking Timeout Writing Lines No Dessert Paci Gag (or just the threat of a worse punishment if you take your paci out) Delayed Diaper Change. Double/Triple Diapering. If your relationship contains a sexual component you could experiment with chastity devices, sex toys, forced/denied orgasms, although those sorts if things fall more into the "Funishment" category. ?

Bob: Bob was grumbling again. Not only was he at a school where wearing diapers had been required since the beginning of the school year but his cheapskate father had decided if the school would provide cloth diapers, there was no reason to buy disposables for him. Every day he’d get home and take off the cloth diaper and plastic pants and put them away for the next morning. When he had been wearing disposables, he usually just put off changing them until I got home and could get out of them entirely. Now, he made sure to change before he left for the day, so he’d have a dry diaper for the next morning. One day, he screwed up and went home with the wet one on. He carefully packed the wet one in a plastic bag so he could trade it in the next day. Morning arrived, and he looked through his closet. Where was the last of his disposables? When the green diaper program started, he still had a half bag left. “Mom?” “Yes, Bobby?” “Where’s that bag of disposable diapers I had?” “I gave them to Mrs. Brown for Tommy. You’re wearing the school diapers now.” “Mom. The one I wore home is wet. I was going to wear a disposable to school this morning.” “Well, you’ll just have to put the wet one back on.” Great. He’d make a beeline to the changing room to change it out as soon as he got there. He opened the bag. The smell of ammonia hit him. He pinned it in place. It was cold and wet and uncomfortable. He pulled the plastic pants over it and then got into the onesie. He hustled off to school.

I've heard for years that if you wear plastic pants over your diaper it helps eliminate the smell of a messy diaper. Personally, I think it may help cut down the smell a little but I know when I mess my diaper and I have plastic pants on over it, I can still smell it. True, it's not as ripe as if I didn't have plastic pants on at all, but the smell is still quite noticeable. I would not rely on any plastic or latex pant to compleatly hide the smell of a messy diaper. I'm not even sure Nullo tablets will totally hide the smell.

For me and my girlfriend we just took our regular full size bunk bed put it in the corner so that the head boards is facing outwards from the wall leaving 3 side enclosed then we put up a set of sheets with cute babyish prints on them made a curtain for the bed and painted the under side of the top bunk to look like the stars for us it works great because we cannot see the rest of the room the bed is now fully enclosed which means we can have the inside look like the walls of a nursery while the out side looks vanilla a crib for us would be kinda impractical as we both really love to cuddle in little space so a twin size crib is just to tiny for the both of us and a full size crib with a cover on top would require a lot of of materials and time to make which would make it cost if my memory serves about 1000 USD in materials plus 600 worth of labor to make it plus the price of shipping it halfway across the US and the guy I got the quote from who's good friend of ours said it would take him about six months to make it which and he said I'd be better off to convert a full size bunk bed to my liking so I did that which works out well we use the bottom bunk for sleep and the top one for storage

duct tape and a garbage bag scented garbage bag, if you want to be fancy cut leg holes in the bag and cut it shorter to fit your torso. then duct tape around and to your legs and waist. no real guarantee for 100% leak proof protection. and God be with you if you have any hair where the duct tape is applied. BTW.... don't actually do this!! this is a BAD idea!!

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! 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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.

My German Shepherd barks very loudly when people show up at our door. I grab her collar and open the door. Quite often she will lunge against me in play- she wants everyone to play ball with her. It leaves a very different impression on strangers and they leave as quickly as possible.

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This morning I wore a dress with a long full skirt to Easter Services, Under that I wore a double pinned gauze diaper and pull-on vinyl panties. It is a relief to wear gauze diapers away from home. As soon as I got back from services I was changed into a dry gauze diaper by my loving husband.

I am alternating between Rearz Safari, Bambino Cloudee and Dry 24/7 diapers at the moment. All are thick and absorbent, but each has its own special place between my legs. I love the cute animal prints on the Rearz Safaris, the teal color of the Bambino Cloudees is very soothing and I have always enjoyed Dry 24/7 diapers for the way the remind me of the vintage all white pampers out of the purple box I wore in the 1970s.

Happy to hear! Hope you enjoy the next one too! Please keep the feedback coming! 19 - One Last Gift “Why aren’t you getting ready for bed, too?” Emily always felt weird about not being dressed the same as everyone else. It felt like she was unprepared for something, and she hated the idea of being different. “Because,” Joyce patted Emily down, making sure the diaper was nice and snug under the sleeper, “I still need to clean up a bit tonight so it’s easier in the morning.” Emily wasn’t pleased with the answer, but she was focusing heavily on the soft fleece she was encased in. It was the perfect combination; a heated body from a hot bath being embraced by cool clothing into an even chillier apartment. She loved the feeling, but she still felt the desire to be dressed like Joyce. It really did drive the point home that she was a kid being sent off to bed early… “But I can help though.” Volunteering herself, and not waiting for an answer, Emily started walking to the kitchen. Of course she stopped though, as a hand had taken hold of her wrist. Sheepishly, she turned back to the tutting Joyce. “Didn’t we just get finished kissing your last boo-boo?” “...Yeah, but...” As if the answer were there, Emily’s eyes scanned the floor. “You already helped me clean up the water, and you apologized. Everything is forgiven.” “Then why do I have to go to sleep early? I wanna go to bed when you do.” “It’s not a punishment, hon, and why are you so hung up on this? It’s never stopped you from turning in early before?” As if the prophecy were inevitable, Emily would always meet her maker on the couch late at night. A princess carry to bed would ensue, then Joyce would finish up her own nightly routine. “You know what I mean.” Emily teasingly grumbled. Joyce moved closer to Emily, and with both hands grabbed the bundle of fabric attached to the sleeper behind her neck. It was drawn up and over her head, clearly a hood, only that two fluffy, triangular ears sprouted from it. Joyce’s eyes practically sparkled as she admired the sight, and even Emily’s feigned grumpiness did nothing to affect it. “So adorable...” Not really noticing the hood to begin with, Emily couldn’t feel any extra weight, but she knew something was on the hood. Aimless and without a real destination in mind, her hands traced the surface of it, then found the items which has Joyce gushing so much. “You gave me cat ears?” Emily exclaimed, blushing as she said so. “No, Amy did,” Joyce corrected, but seemed no less happy. “And she did a wonderful job!” She knew what it’d look like, but actually seeing it on Emily took it to a whole other level! The outfit sat on her body perfectly, and seeing the slight bulge from her crotch, and admiring how the fabric stretched over the diaper, the V-cut in her legs being more of a U, just to accommodate the kind of wearer that needed a little extra protection. The way it all teased the infancy trapped inside of it was nearly too much for Joyce to handle. If she had hugged Emily right then and there, she would probably suffer from sensory overload! “Well...” Emily spoke as she mindlessly bent the corners of the ears, “The stuff she’s made so far feels nice...” “Isn’t it?” Joyce enthusiastically agreed. “And they all make you look ten times more adorable!” The last comment had Emily a bit more flustered, so she tried to focus more on the craftsmanship rather than the appearance. “We’ll need to thank her properly, though.” Emily nodded her head in silent agreement. She’d never had someone go to such lengths for her, apart from Joyce, of course. That being said, Joyce need only throw money at a problem to find a solution. Well, not completely. Joyce was a hard worker of course, and everything thus far was absolute proof of that, but Amy in her own regard was fearsome as well. Everything she had done was by hand and of pure imagination. Emily’s clothes were the very essence of her thoughts. It was once more the idea of ownership by another person, and it reinforced the idea of cushiness. “And you know, I think I know a great way we can do that.” “How?” Emily was all ears to express her gratitude, considering she had four of them now. “She really wanted to see how these fit you, you know?” Emily could feel herself becoming a ghost as she pieced the lead-in to Joyce’s hint. “You mean I have to wear these in front of her?” The panic was obvious. Joyce wanted to try and calm her nerves, but she didn’t right away. “No, you don’t have to, but I think Amy would really appreciate it.” “How come, though?” The idea of revealing herself to anyone else was an immediate turnoff. She could already feel the mood turning sour. “Whenever you do something for someone else, or make something, don’t you want to know what they think?” “I...I guess.” When was the last time she made something for someone though? “Remember this morning? When you colored that picture for me?” Oh, right. Emily nodded her head, feeling no need for further explanation. Even she couldn’t deny the silly pride she felt over such a simple feat. Still, it made Joyce beyond happy, and that’s what Emily yearned for… So, maybe Amy was hoping for the same sort of thing? “But...” Even with that in mind, it still didn’t make it an easy pill to swallow. “But it’s embarrassing!” “Didn’t I already tell you there’s nothing to feel ashamed about?” She stroked Emily’s cheek. “Besides...” Joyce suddenly seemed a bit more remorseful. “She does already know about this...” Her face gave no real indication of anything, but Emily knew it was the whole dynamic she was referring to. “The last thing is for her to see it with her own eyes?” Partly, considering she already knew what the clothes looked like, and what she was supposed to account for… Joyce’s eyes observed the diaper bulge for a few moments. Emily still didn’t answer, and she really didn’t want to right now. She wanted to show Amy her appreciation, but she didn’t want to betray her own privacy either. Even a forceful push by Joyce seemed more scary than exciting right now. “All I want you to do for now is think about it, okay?” Joyce planted a kiss on her forehead. “Whatever your answer might be, we won’t mention it at least until my parents are gone.” “Mhm...” Emily spoke as her mind drifted, unfortunately back to the topic of sleep. Thankfully it was down a different avenue though. “Wait, where are your parents gonna be sleeping tomorrow?” “In the guest room,” Joyce answered simply. “Guest room? Isn’t that where I sleep?” Of course it wouldn’t happen, but Emily couldn’t help but imagine herself sharing a bed with two other people… “Sorry, they’ll need to borrow it for a couple nights?” “That’s fine. The couch is comfy anyways,” Emily chipperly giggled, secretly happy to have the massive cushions all to herself. Joyce’s chuckle though for some reason stopped Emily’s fantasies. “What’s so funny?” “Nothing. You just go with the flow, huh?” “I guess. I mean, it’s your house and your parents, after all.” “Wrong. It’s our home,” wrapping an arm around Emily’s waist, she let a small meep escape her as she was pulled close. “Besides, you’re much too precious to be using the couch.” “Huh? Where would I sleep, then?” Back in bed with the parents? Ugh? Why did she keep thinking that? She giggled to herself. Joyce raised a brow. “With me, of course?” “...Huh?” They stared at each other, equally confused as the other. Something snapped though, as Emily blushed harder and harder. “S-sleep with you? You mean in your bed?” Sharing a bed with Joyce? The more she thought about it, it made sense, but, but was she really going to? Why not skip the nerves and die from anxiety already? She hadn’t once considered the possibility of sleeping with her, but that didn’t mean it was a bad thing... “Well duh, silly.” The way she treated it so nonchalantly had Emily feeling giddy. It was yet another factor that felt seemingly out of her control, as her fate was dealt by a dealer who moved to the beat of their own drum. She was a pebble caught in the tide, hopeless to fight against it. “But I really don’t mind the couch?” “Do you not want to sleep with me?” Joyce didn’t look offended, but that didn’t make Emily worry any less. “No!” Emily suddenly blurted, nearly covering her mouth from the sheer shock over her own reaction. “N-no, I just mean, I didn’t want to impose...” Joyce’s mouth slightly trembled, then grew into a smirk as she laughed, further unsettling Emily as she embarrassed herself. “Impose? C’mere, you...” A tight squeeze refreshed the mood, and Emily felt somewhat at peace again. Smiling contently, Joyce briefly patted Emily’s bottom. “Besides, doesn’t it make sense that we would share a bed by now? We are dating, after all.” “I guess so…” It certainly felt like Joyce was milking that title for all it was worth… Not that Emily minded, yet it was a thrilling observation. The reminder of girlfriend and girlfriend though made Emily’s heart flutter as she squeezed Joyce back. “Oh! I almost forgot one last thing,” Joyce spaced themselves a little bit for a better look at each other. She slightly bent her knees to get closer to eye level. “What is it?” “Do you want milk or juice for bed?” Emily’s curious look sunk to a frown, and Joyce grinned, expecting a reaction such as that. “You know, for a little kitty that loves her naps, you really don’t like being told to go to sleep?” “Then you go to sleep, too!” It wasn’t the act of going to sleep, but the issue of being the only one doing it. “I feel like I’m missing out if I’m the only one...” “Trust me, you don’t miss much. Maybe a party, some clubbing, robbing a bank, and a few movies,” Joyce teased, “but other than that I’m not far behind you.” “Then why can’t I go to sleep when you do?” “Because it doesn’t work like that.” The answer felt awfully fitting for a mommy figure, and it annoyed Emily to no end. It was a real tradeoff to the cuddles and playing all day. It was her first time in this role being told so, but she knew for a fact she hated bedtime… “And why doesn’t it?” Emily countered, crossing her arms. “Because Mommy says so.” Almost immediately Emily’s arms slumped to her sides, clearly looking inconvenienced by the law that’d just been imposed. She saw no end in sight that involved her victory, and they were most definitely in the end game by now. Her personal reign was the setting sun, while Joyce’s powers transcended time itself, reaching to the far ends of the Earth, and as deep as its core. “It’s not fair,” Emily pouted. And to be honest, it was partly genuine. “You’re making it very hard to give you your last treat, you know?” “Is it me getting to stay up later?” “So you don’t want it?” Actions speaking louder than words, with a huff and a puff, Emily sulkily marched off to the nursery while Joyce kept down a laugh the whole way. “Come on pouty pants, milk or juice?” “I’m not pouting, though!” She probably was, but the small voice inside of her was telling her to be rebellious right now, and she liked the idea. The helpless struggle seemed entertaining for some reason. Joyce gave her the ‘Oh, really?’ kind of look. The irrational part of her was longing for Pip now. At least then it’d be two against one. “...Milk, please.” “I’ll be right back.” With bare feet on the much softer floor, Emily briefly meandered around the room until she laid eyes on the giant teddy bear. Mr. Bear, the one that failed to save her from the tickle attacks… Emily eyed him like a comrade that’d betrayed her in the war. Still, she was clearly the bigger person, willing the bury the hatchet as she came to her knees and fell on him with a soft and squishy hug. No real reason compelled her to do it, but she just felt like it. Her entire universe right now was surrounded in soft and loving things, and all she had to do was throw herself in a random direction, and comfort would follow. A pressure in her bladder became an issue though, as her eyes opened to the unpleasant feel of its knocking. Trying her best to brace herself, Mr. Bear felt the brunt of Emily’s physical frustrations as she held onto something while she squeezed it out. The small stream came, and she felt the warmth in her pants, though she wasn’t enthusiastic about it. Thankfully it wasn’t enough for her to cry over anymore, and she tried focusing on the hugs again. . .. … “Emmy? Sweetie? You awake?” With a sudden breath, Emily opened her eyes and could feel the slight nudges to her shoulder. Turning her head, she could see it was Joyce who had a bottle in hand. Did she...did she doze off? Caught red-handed doing the exact thing she said she didn’t want to do obviously made Emily angry with herself. Lazing about after a nice bath always did that to her, especially if she didn’t manage to fall asleep in the bath to begin with. With no real part of her body in mind, she muttered inside her head, traitor… Instead of teasing her for it though, Joyce smiled warmly as she helped her up. “So I see you and Mr. Bear were catching up, huh?” Interpreting it as simply lounging, Emily nodded her head. “Well, Mr. Bear seems like he’s ready for beddy-bye too.,” Joyce assuredly noted, looking over to the inanimate, giant stuffed animal. “No, he’s still wide awake, actually,” Emily randomly retorted, suddenly feeling the need to flex her imaginary doctorate in bear whispering. “Is that what he said?” As if to confirm her suspicions, Joyce leaned her ear closer to the bears nose, nodding her head occasionally. “Mhmm….uh-huh. Is that so?” With every response to the imaginary speech she nodded and murmured assurances. Joyce turned back to Emily. “Mr. Bear said that even if he is wide awake, he knows it’s important to sleep early when you have a big day tomorrow.” Emily wanted to say she misheard him, but knew what the ultimate endgame would be. Joyce was an expert at speaking stuffed bear, after all… “Mr. Bear said I shouldn’t have to go to sleep until Mommy does...” Emily mumbled as Joyce led her over to the crib. “I told you,” Joyce laughed as the repetition kept coming around and around. “I’m only going to be up a little longer! And oh, what’s that Mr. Bear?” She leaned back in for another listen. For a second Emily almost got closer to, but then she remembered distance wouldn’t help her hear something that didn’t actually speak… “Mr. Bear also said that he’s gonna make sure you get a good night’s sleep tonight, and he’ll tell me all about it tomorrow.” Once a traitor, always a traitor… Sleep with one eye open, Mr. Bear. She turned back to Joyce. The crib side came down, and Emily was helped inside. Given her bottle of milk, the final nail in the coffin was when the side came back up. “Did you have a good birthday, my princess?” Gleefully, Emily nodded her head. “It’s been the best birthday in a long time,” Emily gave a genuine smile, briefly forgetting how she’d been cheated out of a later bedtime. After all, she had the one woman that made all those silly frustrations possible to begin with. “I mean it, Joyce, thank you.” Standing up so the bars wouldn’t be so much of a hurdle, the two hugged each other one last time, and then Emily planted herself on the mattress, allowing the blankets to be tucked in over her. Without a word, Joyce walked away from the crib and to the exit. Emily turned to her side, clutching the bottle. Curiously, she gave it a suck, rewarded by the monumental efforts of her jaw with a small spurt of liquid. The lights began to dim, and just before it was complete darkness, they stopped. Emily slowly breathed as she soaked in the quiet atmosphere, then was disturbed by the sound of moving in the nursery. Turning her head and rolling over, she was surprised to find Joyce was still in here. “Jo-Mommy, what are you doing?” Sliding over a rocking chair, which Emily was equally as surprised to have never noticed to begin with, Joyce sat herself beside the crib. “I promised you a treat, didn’t I? You always seem to need some convincing to go to sleep, anyways.” Emily watched through the bars as Joyce moved to the closet, walking inside and coming out with something in her hands. It was large and rectangular, and had a simple illustration on the front. Emily could just read the title, as she looked at a cartoonish fox standing on its hind legs wave to the reader with a paw. “Fennis goes to the Fair” “Fennis goes to the Fair? Is that a storybook?” Joyce nodded her head, already opening to the first page. “I know a good story can always put a good girl to sleep.” “I’m not a good girl, though?” Emily joked, obviously trying to tear down Joyce’s logic for no good reason. “For any baby that tries to say they’re not sleepy, then,” Joyce without taking her eyes from the page snarkily corrected herself, whilst Emily giggled. Joyce reached her hand through the bars and ruffled Emily’s hair while she laid on her side, sinking into the pillow and mattress. She cleared her throat and started. “There once was a big, old forest in a big, old valley in a far, far away place.” She went to speak the next line, then Emily stopped her. “Wait! But where is it, though?” “Where is what?” “The valley?” “Weren’t you listening? It’s in a far away place.” “Relative to us, though?” Joyce looked at her with judging eyes, as Emily snickered over getting the exact reaction she wanted. “In a far, far away place, approximately 1,673.42 miles from Emmy’s crib located in the corner of her nursery, at least thirty floors off the ground, inside her nice big apartment.” She looked over to the girl trying to choke down a giggle fit. “Better?” Happily pleased, Emily nodded her head. “And in that forest was a small burrow, sitting next to all the homes of every other furry friend and creature. But who lived in the burrow? Mr. James the jaybird lived in the tree, Sammy the snake lived in the log, Rigby the rabbit slept in the wild vegetable garden, and Felix the frog slept in the swamp? So who was it? Why, it was Ferris the Fox, of course!” Although a simple narrative, Emily listened intently to the sound of Joyce’s voice. The facial expressions she used to match the tones of question, surprise, delight, and simplicity were all so dynamic in their range that Emily barely minded that there might’ve been illustrations she was missing out on. She could already see it in her head; the array of tiny holes throughout the animal community, sealed off by their own specialty made doors, and some even with their own carved out windows. Since when did animals need windows or doors, though? Whatever, Emily didn’t care enough to question. “Ferris was all curled up in his bed, slumbering away since late last night.” “Did he go to a party?” Emily interrupted. “Maybe? Or maybe he just had a long day at work? Anyways, Ferris slept and slept, but with a start opened his eyes big and wide, shouting at the top of his lungs,” then in a nasally voice turned up an extra octave, Joyce imitated the fox’s shout, “Today’s the day! The fair is here! The fair is here!” Her imaginative voice had Emily laughing once again. “That’s not how a fox is supposed to sound!” “Oh? And you do know how they’re supposed to?” “No, but they probably don’t sound like that.” “Are you going to keep interrupting?” Emily between her giggles tried to apologize, and Joyce equally as happy herself continued. In a regular voice she read on. “Ferris bounced from one end of his bed and to the other, excited to have a fun day at the fair. It only came once a year, and Ferris was looking forward to everything he would do there. The fair travelled far and wide and came from the far, far away ocean. There were games, rides, food, and much more. He was especially excited for all the fish he would get to eat.” Passively, both thought to themselves, do foxes even eat fish? Then again, if there was a line to be drawn, why did the talking fox get behind it? “Rushing to get the morning started, he said while brushing his teeth, ‘I can’t wait to eat lots of candy, ride the rollercoaster and play lots of games and win lots of prizes!’” “Wait!” Joyce looked over to her, mildly annoyed. As annoyed as a mommy could be with her baby. “Could you...could you go back to doing the voice?” Emily seemed a bit more sheepish this time. “Not another peep, understood?” Emily nodded her head. Back to the nasally voice, Joyce repeated Ferris’ line again. Emily gleefully listened, happy to hear the voice she’d just criticized return. The simple story went on like so, and Joyce further introduced a range of dynamic voices as more and more characters were introduced. She didn’t openly say it, but James the jaybird was her favorite voice. The deep voice she used for it reminded her of how Joyce described her dad: ‘booming’. Again, it was simple, but that made Emily no less engaged as she heard the tale. She couldn’t remember a time when she was read to like this. Maybe decades ago, but not really ever until now. There was something vibrant and wonderful that Joyce added to it by hearing it from her mouth; something that made Emily feel so fuzzy on the inside, as if to make the story digestible for someone as small as her it had to be expressed in silly voices and sounds. The whole way Emily suckled on the bottle, watching Joyce’s basic, yet hypnotic movements as she rocked back and forth in the chair. Every now and then Emily would find herself forgetting what happened in the story, simply because she was dozing off. How long was this story, anyways? As if it mattered. She didn’t bother asking for a repeat, namely because she’d already thrown a wrench at the gears enough and knew she’d probably doze off again in the middle of a recap. Between the page turns, Joyce would look over to Emily, clearly seeing how she was practically running on fumes by the time of the climax. Not that it was anything too exciting, considering the title pretty much spoke for itself. There was as much character depth as you’d expect from a daycare bestseller, and the conflict wasn’t exactly layered either. No real twists, just a simple experience. That didn’t change it was an easy and enjoyable read though. Not much longer after that, Emily was sound asleep, yet Joyce pressed on with the story. With only a little bit left, she saw the story to the end. “And after Ferris hung up his brand new fish, and set aside the set of pet oysters he won, he slipped into his own bed, thinking what a wonderful day he’d had. And as the moon started to rise, Ferris started to snore, dreaming about next time when the fair would come, and all the fun things he would do next year.” Marking the end with the close of the book, Joyce looked at the sweetly sleeping girl. “Goodnight, my princess...” In a hushed voice, Joyce made her final coos as she finally turned off the light, closing the door just slightly behind her. She looked at the time on her phone disappointingly. She knew if she wanted to make some real headway tonight, she’d probably be sleeping in a little later tomorrow… She’d definitely be up before Emily though. Knowing her, that was practically a given. Everything that needed to go into the nursery would have to wait until tomorrow, considering a certain someone was currently sleeping inside of it. She could at least group everything by the door in the meantime. Rolling up her sleeves, she set out to work. It was strange to be back in panties again, even if she didn’t want to admit it. How could it not be strange? Several inches of thickness and absorbency were suddenly gone, and you also suddenly knew what it was like to press your thighs together again. Panties had their unique comforts as well, though. As well. She hated to phrase it like that, because that meant she was admitting to some benefits in wearing diapers, which unfortunately wasn’t totally false... Right now though, she probably did look like a kid that just got her toilet license, considering she was lifting the hem of her sundress right now to see how they looked. No more cartoon characters, and definitely no tapes to keep them attached to her waist. Simple, mature colors and designs; something she was much more familiar with. “You know you shouldn’t be doing that around anyone else other than me, right?” Still holding it up, she looked over to Joyce who was currently carrying a small box of baby items. Putting two and two together a little too late, Emily finally let go of her dress and it fell back into place with a blush. “I was just looking, that’s all...” “I can imagine it feels a little weird after going for more than 24 hours in diapers. How do you feel?” “Fine, I guess.” How else was she supposed to feel? Good? Bad? She didn’t feel anything. It was just another day, and another outfit at this point. “By the way, why do I have to wear a dress?” Emily looked down at herself, and then into the nursery mirror a tad bit nervously. “Doesn’t it make me look a little immature?” Joyce paused behind her in front of the mirror, giving the sight a much more satisfied look. “No one said you had to wear it, you know?” “Then why did you pick it out for me?” Emily slightly swung her hips, watching the loose ends swish to her sways. “Because I did? In the end, you’re the one who put it on!” “Fine! I’ll go put some jeans and a shirt on, then,” with exaggerated marches, something a diaper didn’t allow her the liberty of, she walked to what would be her room for only a few more hours. “But,” Joyce’s sudden words halted Emily. “I think looking cute for my parents would do for a really good first impression? Remember? My dad always had a soft spot for me! Don’t tell him I said this, but I think he has a soft spot for cute things in general...” An obvious escape from her true feelings, Emily excused herself with a sharp right down the hall, avoiding the room which would let her reclaim maturity, as well as the nursery that would mean admitting a lack thereof. “...I’ll go get the highchair.” Joyce silently giggled, knowing full well what’d just happened. Clearly she liked the dress, and Joyce did too, but only one of them was brave enough to admit it. “Just grab the tray, okay?” Joyce called down the hall. “I’ll get the heavier part!” Unfortunately it wasn’t an opportunity for Emily to figure out how the tray unlocked because it’d already been done for her. Something told her that later down the line it would be one of her final regrets. Already she’d been toyed with mercilessly. The tickles and misfire with the pancake already were giving her PTSD. She lifted the white, plastic tray and carried it by her side down the hall. “Just set it down in the closet against the wall. There’s plenty of space in there.” The last bit came off as both a positive and a negative. There was the perk of being able to house more baby items, but that also meant a lack of clothes in Emmy’s wardrobe. Maybe there would be time to visit Amy this week… The heavier part came next, both by the help of Joyce and Emily, proving it to be an effective team effort as they disassembled as much as they could to fit it through the door frame. “Done and done!” Joyce clasped her hands as she briefly admired their handiwork, closing the nursery’s closet, and finally the nursery itself. “Are you sure there’s nothing you want before I lock up?” “Actually, you’re right! I’m gonna need a few diapers, at least,” Emily said with joking exaggeration. Joyce looked at her for a moment, then was already re-opening the door. “Wait, wait!” She looked back. “I was...kidding...” “I figured you were,” Joyce laughed, and Emily looked at her menacingly. “...Meanie.” “You know it’s because I love you, though!” Joyce leaned in for a kiss on her forehead, which Emily did accept, but then finally felt a sense of relief once she heard the twist of the key, and knew for sure that their secret was safe. “Relieved?” “Definitely,” Emily sighed. She looked around their immediate surroundings one last time, trying to find any sort of miniscule detail that might betray their efforts to cover up everything entirely. Thankfully Mr. Bear couldn’t cause any more havoc than he already had. He was trapped in a place where his screams would never reach the surface... Emily quickly shook the thought out of her head. Clearly her mindset was still in another place. Taking a note from the blank white door shrouding a rabbit hole of fantasy and fetish, she tried to leave the childishness by the entrance. “It’ll be fun, okay? Tonight’s gonna be great, and so is the one after that, and then the next one too.” “Are you gonna be able to get all that time off?” “Maybe not all of it, but I can definitely finish things up a bit early at the office. Don’t miss me too much, now.” Emily stuck her tongue out mockingly, and Joyce only laughed as they moved into the guest room. “Alright, the final, final thing we need to do is move your clothes.” Joyce had already opened one of the drawers. “Are you sure there’s enough space for me in your room?” Emily didn’t sound especially overconfident anymore. “What if my clothes don’t fit?” “Trust me, they will. It forced me to toss a few things that I haven’t touched in years, anyways. Honestly, I don’t even know how some of it survived when I first moved here.” She took a moment to consider her personal mishaps, then doubled down on the task at hand. Between the two of them, it only took a handful of trips with a handful of clothes between each of them. Since her visit to Jack’s, her wardrobe had returned to not only its original size, but also took on the addition of Joyce’s plentiful generosity, near doubling what she had. There was a fine line between what you could see was hers, and what was a gift from Joyce. All you needed to do was look at the info tags or the logos on some of the clothing. The price was certainly telling enough. “Actually, now that I think about it, I’ve never been in your room before?” Stepping inside for the first time, Emily was treated to the final room of the apartment she had yet to see. “Well, it’s not much, but it’s mine I suppose.” “Not much?” Emily silently muttered, taking in the wonderful sight. It was just about as big as the ‘guest room,’ if not bigger, and had a relatively similar setup. The theme in here was more along the lines of light grays accented by purples, especially evident in the comforter, and also in the blinds. Her room didn’t have a balcony, but instead made up for it in a small stretch of window reaching from the floor to the ceiling which covered the span of the bed. It allowed a breathtaking view out into the city and onto the street, and though it didn’t seem like much right now, it surely must have been magical at night. She had her own closet, dresser, and although much smaller, still a personal bathroom. A tv was mounted to the wall on the opposite side of the room, and on either side of the bed was a nightstand. The bed was just as big as the one she’d been sleeping in, and there seemed to be a few more extra pillows to boot! Wait, of all things, why did that excite her? “Think you’ll manage with me in here for a few nights?” Emily responded by faceplanting into the bed. The give and slight bounce to her collision was naturally the only way you can truly test the worth of a mattress, and resoundingly satisfied, she said with a muffled voice, “Yes, I think this is acceptable!” She felt the remnants of last night on her cheek as it nuzzled into the comforter, brushing her hand across the cool material and feeling the slight fuzz of tiny, miniscule fibres sticking outwards. “Well it’s not time for bed yet,” Joyce finished sorting both of their piles and was just about to pull Emily back up, though she managed herself. “A few more trips ought to do it.” The pair went back and forth, and forth and back, only now Emily helped with the sorting rather than taking so much stock in Joyce’s bed. Along the way, she kept admiring all the smaller details of the room, slowly digesting what made Joyce into the person she was, or at least defined her character. From the walls, to the floor, though maybe those parts weren’t so telling… How she arranged her room and decorated her smaller bits was a bit more of a story. A stand was placed underneath the tv, providing some relief to the empty space that would’ve been there. Knick knacks decorated the top of it with a few photos of scenery, a strange, metallic sphere that seemed slightly bigger than Emily’s hand, and a couple of books neatly stacked on one another. “Emily?” “Huh?” She turned her head to Joyce and the dresser, noting there was still a small amount of clothes left. “I think I may have lied about space… I guess I didn’t realize you had so many clothes.” She then looked at her judgingly. “Are you sure you don’t have a shopping problem?” Emily’s eye nearly twitched. “Gee, I wonder who got me so many.” “Obviously yourself,” Joyce with a ‘huff’ continued to play into the joke, which Emily found just as funny as slightly annoying. They both very well knew who was the reason for her massively expanded wardrobe, and the thought of trying to shift the credibility onto Emily was a huge no-no. “Well, it’s not like I’ll need everything, right?” While Emily openly spoke, she did a slight twirl from heel to heel, pivoting from foot to foot as she neared the fullbody window closer and closer. “No, I think what we have is plenty, too. I’ll just slip these into the nursery then.” It must have been a pile Emily threw together, because Joyce didn’t recognize it, and Emily admittedly gave up on folding by the end of it. A few shirts covered the lot of items, but considering where it was going it’s not like they needed to be tidied. Just as Joyce was locking up the nursery for the last and final time, Emily drifted into the hall. “And you’re positive they won’t find out?” “Absolutely, whole-heartedly, one-hundred percentu...ally!” The sudden devolvement in her speech naturally had Emily shifting gears, far too busy to worry over things when there was stuff too funny not to smile over. And the reassurance was definitely needed, but it still didn’t feel like enough. “Where are we gonna put the key though?” Emily started to look nervous again. “What if they ask about what’s inside the room?” The much calmer and collected one then said, “We just tell them it’s meant for storage. It originally was, you know? I mean, it always worked on you?” Stupidity then followed on Emily’s part, realizing that she was in fact practical enough to believe that. It probably was storage at one point, but Emily couldn’t say with confidence as to when it stopped being that. Regardless, even if it didn’t make sense, some part of her wanted to believe that Joyce’s parents wouldn’t be satisfied by such a simple answer. They’d crave details, asking, “Oh, but Joyce? How could it possibly be for just storage? Whatever could there be inside of it that you’d need to lock away? Why, if I didn’t know any better, this would clearly be the perfect setup for a nursery; obviously meant for Emily! It makes too much-” She nearly hit her head off the wall trying to drop the stupid notion. And why did she give their voices an accent inside her head? Such an oddball… Did her parents even have an accent? Probably as much as Joyce did, which was none, but then again, things like that tend to become watered down the further you fall from the tree. A slow, pulsing beep could be heard from down the hall. Emily jumped, not because she was scared, but because she’d never heard that noise once before. Her heart started to beat uncomfortably, because even if she didn’t know what it meant, her body had a foreboding guess as to what it meant. Joyce looked more confused than anything, but that only lasted for a second when awkward surprise and confusion took its place. “Well it’s a good thing we finished up early...” Joyce said, taking her turn to be relieved. She checked her phone then with a slightly urgent pace walked past Emily and down the hall. “Ugh, for once can’t my mom get a time right?” If there was any room left for doubt, Joyce’s complaint was the final sign. “Wait! You mean they’re outside right now?” “We can’t say for sure, I mean, it may not even be them… But if I had to guess...” Emily followed her into the shoe area in front of the entrance, and could see her looking into a small console attached to the wall. Joyce pressed her finger to a button and spoke clearly. “Charles? You’re a bit early, aren’t you?” Emily could hear his voice play back through the intercom. “I understand Ms. Summers, but I suppose their plane landed early. They’re waiting in the car right now. Should I send them up?” “Landed early,” Joyce lightly mocked. “It’s like honesty’s the last thing on her mind...” Rolling her eyes, she pressed down on the button again. “You can send them up now, unless you feel like driving in a circle for a few hours?” “I...can do that, if you wish?” “No, no,” as if he could read her face through the one-way display, Joyce shook her head. “Sorry, just a bad joke. Thank you already for the time you’ve given me today on your day off. Please, just unload their bags, let them inside and send them up. Again, I can’t appreciate this enough.” “No problem at all. Have a good weekend, Ms. Summers!” “Thanks Charles, you too.” Joyce finally turned from the console and moved over to Emily, suddenly hugging her by the waist. “Not that I mind, but, why are you hugging me?” “No reason,” she looked down at her and smiled. “Just felt like it.” “Aren’t they here really early though?” “Yes,” she said begrudgingly. “They are.” “You don’t sound very happy to see them?” “No! No, it’s not that,” she sighed. “I am happy. It’s just one of my mom’s habits, that’s all. To be honest I should have been expecting this. 1 o’clock in her world is probably landing at 11 and meandering for a few more. Clearly she didn’t feel like doing the second part...” “Is being early a bad thing?” “Being early is perfectly fine in my book, only when we can afford to lose that kind of time. If they showed up any earlier I probably wouldn’t have been joking when I said that to Charles.” Her hand brushed the outer part of her pants, feeling the slight bump that matched the outline of the key. As the minutes ticked away, and the inevitable was finally arriving on their doorstep, Emily was feeling the need for a hug too. No matter how many times she told herself that there was no reason to be nervous, of course she’d drum up a thousand reasons that existed purely for shock factor. A pair of faint, yet growing voices could be heard from the outside hall. “Are you sure it’s this floor? I could have sworn he said the 27th.” They sounded headstrong in their own opinion, even if it was wrong. The kind of captain that’d go down with their ship. “Hon, he said apartment 3702, not the 27th floor. Which one is it though?” The voice was deep, with the slightest tinge of age to it. “Odds are on the right, even on the left. Just wait, we’re gonna knock on a complete stranger’s door! We should call Joyce and double check the number.” “Something tells me she won’t be happy about how early we are...” Meanwhile, Joyce give Emily a stare that said everything, as she walked over to the door, slowly turning the knob. Before the female voice could respond, Joyce stuck her head in the crack of the door, too small for Emily to see through as she kept her distance, well inside the apartment. She could see Joyce turn her head from left to right though. “Honey, you’re right!” The male voice exclaimed. “There’s one of her neighbors! I told you we were being too loud!” “What do you mean?” the voice shot back defensively. “Oh...” the heat in her voice seemed to tone down as if she were turning to a different speaker. Probably Joyce. “I’m very sorry about my husban… Joyce!” as if they’d just seen her now, they spoke in a delightful surprise. “Hey mom, hey dad!” Joyce greeted them excitedly. “But in all seriousness, we probably should get inside before mom gets too loud...” “What do you mean too loud? You should tell that to your father. That man has a set of chords on him that make a drum sound like a high-pitched squeal...” the funny banter started to die down as the voices came closer, and Emily could slowly see the door open, as two more figures were introduced. “Anyways, give me a hug, you! It’s been too long!” Joyce’s hand fell off the door as she was suddenly taken in for a hug by someone other than Emily. Someone actually Joyce’s exact height. Just when her face was briefly over Joyce’s shoulder, Emily could see her faded, yet still clearly blonde hair and older face still a close neighbor to when it was once youthful. Her face looked incredibly similar to Joyce’s! Well, considering things genetically, it was actually the opposite, but it didn’t detract from how they certainly looked related. Emily was so busy seeing what her mom looked like, she didn’t even realize when she was looking back at Emily. Her eyes seemed to have a frightening sparkle in them, and Emily could already feel the woman’s desire to smother her. When they ended their hug, surprisingly, she didn’t pounce for Emily, thankfully, and instead waited for her husband, Joyce’s dad to have his turn. If Emily thought Joyce and her mom were tall, she was sorely mistaken. Add half another head to the gap Emily already had with the two other women, and there would be Joyce’s dad. His shortly cut hair looked as if it were struggling between trying to be black or brown, as the pair had struck a compromise on simply really dark brown. Lighter hairs were checkered throughout, and the thin shade of facial hair wrapped around the lower end of his face looked salt and peppered too. From Emily’s perspective it looked as if Joyce had finally met her match in terms of height, but what did that say then about Emily’s predicament? Now she felt even more vertically challenged. “How’ve you been, kiddo?” “I’ve been good, dad!” She happily hugged him back. “How about you?” “Meh, you know me. Same old same old.” “Mom told me you’re still doing cooking events?” “‘Course I am! Just because I’m retired doesn’t mean I stopped being a chef!” Joyce chipperly agreed as they finally let each other go. His figure now in full view was as lean as a man his age could be. Though his metabolism was probably on its tail end of a healthy life well-lived, he certainly didn’t seem to take it for granted, minus a little bit of leniency for dad bod, of course. He had a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, along with a pair of sizeable suitcases by his side. Joyce glanced over to her mom, who looked to be ready to burst, and she knew exactly why. While Emily was still silent with her apprehensive observations, even Joyce’s dad gave her a glance and a smile, but he probably kept his true self reserved out of respect. His wife was probably a little too overzealous right now to consider that. “Now mom, you need to promise me that you’re not going to bite,” Joyce said jokingly, but also, not so jokingly… She looked over to Joyce with a frown. “Really? You think I travelled to the other side of the country just to eat your girlfriend?” She brushed her shoulders as if the insult had left a mark. “Maybe a nibble or two, at least...” “Emily,” Joyce was finally the first to call to her, forcing the personal reminder that she indeed, was able to speak. She looked to Joyce with a sense of alertness, as Joyce gestured one hand to her dad, and the other two her mom. “Meet my parents!” School plays were the worst. Productions centered around amateur students who either had the ambition but not the skill, or the kids without a single interest or acting bone in their body. Weeks would be spent preparing for such an important showcase; a culmination of practice, repetition, presentation, and skill, even if there was little to begin with. She could see herself on stage right now, dressed in the farmer’s overalls, facing an expectant audience, waiting for her cue to speak. And it had come, but the words wouldn’t. Weeks. Countless hours spent each and every day trying to remember and recite something that was so simple and so basic. Trained on a never-ending loop, just so that in a moment like this, you need only turn over a few stones to find the words carved into your skull. But of course, in a stereotypical fashion she would forget. Mr. Pig would never be told to get back into his pen, and Mrs. Forrs wouldn’t scold her for being such a mean farmer. Her mouth moved slightly, but no sound came from it. Her array of social skills suddenly fell apart, and the sheer shock of the situation was enough to crumble her very foundation of human interaction. She scoured throughout her head for something intelligible to do or say; anything that would signify a proper greeting! God, why was she freezing up? Think! Think! Quickly, she took one of her hands into the other placing them in front of herself. Then what surprised everyone in the room, though especially Emily and Joyce, was when from the waist up she bent forward at a 45 degree angle. Whilst Joyce was thinking to herself, sh...she bowed…? “N-nice to meet you!” She spoke in a slightly rushed voice, realizing the mistake later than she could correct it. “My name is Emily...” Obviously falling back on her most primitive form of basic introductions, she nearly added her last name too. What was she doing?! She almost didn’t stand up straight, because surely then they’d see her face was as bright as a tomato. It was already a shaky start, but she’d certainly ruined her chances at mutual respect with this blunder. A deadly silence seeped into the room, and just a second elapsed was plenty lethal enough. “Oooh. So formal!” Joyce’s mom suddenly said in fascination, finally taking the attention off of Emily’s shoulders as all heads turned to her. Emily nearly laughed at her own insanity. She’s pitying me… The only male in the room cleared his throat, “Definitely!” He gave a pleasant smile. “But Emily, really,” he chuckled. “We’re not that special, but we appreciate your hospitality.” Emily slowly raised her head, still feeling the warmth radiate from her cheeks. Apparently it wasn’t as damaged as she thought, because the overwhelming dread of judgement and ridicule hadn’t fallen over her. Although it started as a trickle, Emily could feel a sense of self flowing back to her as her vocabulary and rationale expanded to what it should be. “S...sorry about that,” trying not to sound nervous, she laughed. “It’s a bad habit of mine. My mom is Japanese, so uh, she used to have me formally greet our Japanese side of the family.” “Don’t sweat it,” he smiled once again, oddly making Emily feel a slight bit calmer. “Thank you again for your respect!” “You never bowed to me when we first met...” Joyce said in a brief, jokingly pouty voice, obviously trying to lighten the mood. It definitely worked though, because Emily couldn’t help but giggle. “Oh, I can’t wait anymore!” Joyce’s mom suddenly exploded in a small burst of frustration, as her flats rushed across the floor and closed the gap between her and Emily in mere moments. Her arms wrapped around Emily in whole, her arms included. Trapped in the cocoon known as Joyce’s mom’s arms, she felt herself squeezed all over. “Emmy it’s so great to finally meet you! You’re the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen!” E..Emmy? Emily slightly leaned her head past the woman and looked at Joyce with worried eyes. Worried for an endless list of reasons, the first on the list being the sudden physical affection she was now being given. “Ah, hon,” her husband thankfully came to Emily’s rescue, tapping her on the shoulder. “Mom!” Joyce near-hissed, much less reserved than her dad. “You can’t just smother her like that!” Her mom finally relented, as Emily could feel some air getting back into her lungs. At least now she knew where Joyce got her affectionate side from… She looked as if she only acknowledged Emily’s presence right then, as she apologized in a much more relaxed tone. “I’m very sorry about that Emmy, but I’ve been waiting quite a bit to do that… You know how it can be.” No, she didn’t, at least she thought, but her mom spoke as if the feeling justified her actions. “You know we got lucky when Hannah decided to stick with our son after meeting you,” her husband joked, but given the depth of his voice, he almost sounded serious. “Oh quit it, you! She’ll really start to think I’m some sort of creep or something,” she looked back to Emily as reassurance. “I promise, I’m not.” Clearly meant as a joke, Emily still nodded as if it were crucial information. “By the way, Mom,” Joyce finally interjected. “Why are you calling her Emmy? Her name is Emily.” “What do you mean?” She looked over to Joyce as if she were in the wrong. “I heard you call her that over the phone?” All three relevant female figures in the room then remembered the night in question that Emily was sick and wandered into the kitchen. “Didn’t I tell you that you misheard me? It’s Emily.” “Fine, fine, but what’s the harm in a nickname? If you won’t say it, then I will. I think it’s cute,” she turned back to Emily. “You don’t mind the name, do you hon?” Emily didn’t know if she was genuinely being asked or coerced into a binding contract. Just as she was going to look over to the visibly annoyed Joyce for help, the wife’s retainer once again reeled her in. “Mary, you need to give Emily some space to breathe. I think she’s about to be shell-shocked if you keep the pressure like this.” Clearly she didn’t like to be told ‘no,’ but she did seem to listen to reason as she let the topic go. “Sorry about that, Emily. She tends to get excited when meeting new people.” “Don’t worry about it!” Emily gave the best smile she could; a few blocks down from a totally genuine one, considering how mixed her emotions were right now. Everything was either of positivity or pure confusion. And no offense to Joyce’s mom, but Emily was currently favoring the dad right about now… “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you guys as well.” That comment had both parents smiling. “And you,” Joyce accusingly notioned to her mom, who looked back with confusion over the tone. “Do you know what time it is right now?” “What? Maybe a half-past twelve? Noon at most?” “It’s a few minutes past eleven!” Quietly, Joyce’s dad moved on over to Emily’s side, making her look like a middle schooler at best. “This can happen every now and then...” he explained to Emily in a hushed voice, who quietly nodded, listening on as well. “Isn’t that good? So we’re an hour early? That means we can do more stuff today!” “An hour?!” Joyce raised her voice, just like her mom, “You told me the plane was going to land at one! Do you know how lucky you are that Charles was there early?” “And we were very generous with his tip,” her mother said contently. “I really don’t see the issue. Everything worked out, didn’t it?” Normally Joyce wouldn’t have been happy to hear that Charles was tipped. She paid him more than enough than to be tipped by the people he drives. When it involved working with her mother though, Joyce unfortunately felt that it was appropriate. “This time, it did,” Joyce bitterly remarked. Probably a perk to their mother-daughter bond was how expressive they could be with the other and not fear hurting the other’s feelings. Emily watched in mild fascination, finally seeing their exchanges in the flesh rather than over the phone. “We just finished clearing out a room for you guys, you know? I was ready to have him make you guys circle the block until we were ready to send you guys up.” She looked over to her dad. “No offense, dad.” “None taken.” Both parties seemed to be calming down, as in the end what was done was done, and everything did work out by the end of it all. With one last sigh the pair hugged again. “We’ve only seen the entrance, but your new apartment looks very nice, by the way!” Mary (Joyce’s mom) said, even with just a view of the lowered slate floor meant for shoes, and the slightest sliver of the living room on one end and the kitchen on the other in the hallway. “We get by,” Joyce said simply, finally rolling in their suitcases, feeling slightly sheepish about just only closing the door now after all that turmoil… Hopefully she wouldn’t get a noise complaint… “How was the flight?” “Nothing too bad. Your dad managed to get a good deal for business class,” her husband took a moment to look particularly proud, causing Emily by his side to involuntarily smirk. “Nothing too bad.” “Well that’s good. I wouldn’t have minded getting you guys tickets, you know? That way I could, you know, actually figure out for when you’d be coming?” Obviously she wasn’t totally okay with the early arrival bit. Maybe not so much that, but decades of random disregards for a schedule or date had her simply predisposed to be strict with her mother. “We appreciate the offer dear, but you’ve helped us more than enough. We always had a secure retirement, you just helped us make it a bit more...lavish?” “And you said they’re always like that?” Emily looked up to Joyce’s dad. “One minute it could be like that, and the next right back to a fight...” “They sound like sisters...” “Who knows?” The two laughed, and with the volume of the dad’s voice, Joyce and Mary couldn’t help but notice. “Seems like they’re getting along,” Mary passively said to Joyce, pleased with the sight. Joyce looked back to her with a smirk. “Something tells me though you two might not come so easily.” “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She looked to Joyce questioningly, but then they shared a laugh too. What they understood as sarcasm and genuine flame and fire was something only years of parenting and daughtering could realize. People like Emily and Joyce’s dad could only observe and take notes as they try to decipher a bond that transcended common sense. “So one last time,” Joyce turned back to Emily. “Emily, meet my parents, Mary and Frank. Mom, dad, meet Emily.” All three exchanged greetings one last time, though without the formal bow from Emily this time. “Feel free to call me Mom, though!” Mary added with a smile, whilst the other two apart from Emily gave her suggestive stares. “Do you guys want to see your room?” Joyce broke the tension unbeknownst to her mom. “I can give you the tour once you’re unpacked.” “That sounds like a good place to start,” her dad agreed. “Let me just get our...” “Oh! Your bags,” Emily suddenly trying to be helpful hopped onto the slate floor with her bare feet, taking one of the suitcases with both hands. It came nearly up to her waist and even on wheels when she tried to move it the weight was beyond evident. It was heavy, but she wasn’t going to call it quits after already offering. “Emm-ily, you might want to let Frank take that one. I’m not the lightest packer...” Joyce’s mom with a sudden sense of concern almost intercepted the girl as she maneuvered the case. Emily almost grunted as she moved it. The woman definitely didn’t pack light, but again, Emily didn’t want to waste her gesture. “No, really! It’s fine. I’ve got it.” She wheeled it over to the greatest challenge: the tiny ledge separating the shoe area, and the raised wooden floor where only socks and bare feet could roam. It was minor, of course, but when considering Emily’s physical strength coupled with a heavy suitcase, it wasn’t too far from a recipe for disaster… “Emily, why don’t you let my dad get that?” Joyce like her mother wasn’t feeling too enthusiastic about the challenge either. She knew her heart was in the right place, but still… “All I need to do is...” Certainly struggling, she brought it up to the ledge, trying desperately to lift the ten ton tank on wheels, wooden floor slightly hung over the slate floor, and the front wheels were getting caught on it. She turned her back to the case as she tried to pull it forward. Someone other than Emily finally took action though, as Frank got behind the suitcase, giving the bottom a slight lift and a push for Emily’s sake. It definitely cleared the gap, with the whole system had so much momentum combined, she hadn’t seen the sudden boost in speed coming as she quickly let go of the suitcase and stumbled forward, slipping on the smooth floor. It was close to being a repeat of last night, only that her hands caught the floor before her nose did. “Emily!” Two voices in unison spoke with urgency as Joyce and Mary were both by her side. “Are you alright?” Joyce was the first to ask. Clearly embarrassed, she nodded her head, almost immediately regretting her determination to be helpful. “Yeah, didn’t hit my nose this time?” She spoke as if it were a silver lining, and Joyce chuckled while Mary still looked concerned. “What does she mean ‘this time’? Oh, and Emmy hon, you might want to fix your dress...” Emily spun her head behind her, and suddenly realized why it suddenly felt slightly cooler on the upper parts of her thighs. With the bottom half of her sundress thrown about because of her own antics, her pantied bottom was on display for everyone to see. Before she could herself, Mary fixed it for her; an even worse fate than fixing it herself. Trying not to look at her, namely because of how hard she was blushing, Emily muttered a thank you. “Just let my husband take the bags from here on out, okay? You’ve got gusto though,” she chuckled, “I’ll give ya that.” Gusto unfortunately didn’t feel very appropriate for how she was feeling right now, as she could feel herself desperately wanting to shrink into nothingness and vanish. Not only had she messed up her greeting, but she just flashed Joyce’s parents as well! She’d much rather be caught in panties than the alternative, though… Still, those ‘mature’ designs she was talking about earlier quickly started to feel only so when compared to her diapers. Why? Why did she have to be wearing the ones with the stripes?!

Chapter 9 continued - mom I really think that any not long is too long .. Maybe you could pull over - well honey it's really not that much longer so you will just have to hang in there there isn't much option to stop around here but as she was saying those words it was already too late . As much as I willed my spinchter to hang on and stay shut it didn't , I felt the warm loose almost fluid like mess ooze out of me. There was no hiding it . The smell was awful and strong , there was no hiding that . Also no way of hiding that as I suspected my protection failed to contain it. Loose stool was oozing down my legs onto the seat basically smearing everything around me and I was completely helpless to stop it . of course immediately what I have done or what happened as you wish to phrase it , became evident to all the other 3 passengers in the car. i could describe the reactions as total disgust (Isaac) to total shock ( Britney ) I guess mom was less shocked as a mother of 3 she seen and lived it all basically but I definetly could she was taken aback . I knew she would try to contain the situation as much as it was possible but at this point it wasn't really a possibility . i really wished the ground would just swallow me right then and there. Britney as most little children still didn't master the art of keeping honest remarks to herself - I thought big boys and girls don't have accidents in their pants but they go in the potty I couldn't even think of a response . Not to mention if they would know that I tend to not make it to the "potty " an awful lot of times lately ... - well sweetie pie you know even big boys and girls can have accidents when they are sick . So Isaac maybe if you could roll down all the windows and drive a bit faster ...? Isaac murmured something about having to get the car cleaned , as I didn't know where to look. Definetly not at any of them . I felt my neck my face burning with shame and humiliation. Frankly we did reach the house a few minutes later but by then it was beyond too late . mom told me to stay put as she rushed in to get an old towel to " minimize more damage " while Britney demanded more and more agitatedly to be released from her seat and car. I couldn't blame her as the smell was repelling , and I wished I could escape it too but as I was the source I had no chance of that . Isaac stepped out of the car but didn't seemed like he felt it was his place to take any action. mom returned with a towel and told me to take my pants and shoes off and wrap it around myself. Then I really panicked. Taking my pants off would definetly expose what I been trying to hide all this time .

"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.

Chapter 8 ( so in this chapter I will try to move the plot along without losing important scenes I hope it will work) As we left the consultation room I was quite desprate to go to the men's room and make sure that I didn't need to change my protection . I handed Chris my coat and took only my bag with me in case ... annie waved at us from the other side of the hallway - you know she seems to like you right ? - Chris asked me in a low voice - what ? Who ? - Annie . What did that concision hurt your eyesight? She is clearly interested in you - I don't think so - what are you serious , she is totally your type . What's up with you ? Normally you would have asked her out ages ago , actually why don't you ask her out ? - I don't know it's weird , and isn't there a law or something against it ? - no , you are no longer a patient . Oh god just do it - as we got near Annie Chris lightly shoved me towards her - hi - hi - I hope it's not weird or something but I was wondering if you would like to grab a cup of coffee sometime or something ? - sure though I thought that you might be avoiding coffee - yeah kinda of - I started to regret taking Chris's advice as I felt really stupid - maybe frozen yoghurt ? - Annie added with a smile - yeah that's sounds great , maybe after the 4th of July sometime ? We are going up to a family vacation but I'd be great once I m back - let me give you my number I automatically reached into my pocket only to realize that my phone was in its usual place in the pocket of my jacket however I wasn't wearing my jacket . I heard Chris clear his troath behind me as he passed me his phone - I will send you the contact Annie saved her number in Chris's phone as I quickly excused myself and entered the men's room to a do my bussiness and b assess the damage done to my protection . Luckily my assumption was correct and not more than a few drops escaped into it meaning I had to reason to change . Relief though only lasted a few seconds as I realized this was only the first test ( and still the less likely to end up embarrassing ) of the day as we still had lunch out lined up. Surprisingly the lunch went well and it was really a nice break from my boring routine , Chris was an attraction as always but as he cleverly mapped the men's room out as we arrived and discreetly pointed it out to me , I used the attention directed at him to skip out basically unnoticed several times and avoid any possible accidents . i must admit that outing boosted my confidence , and also the impending date , I guess it's a date , with Annie . ...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... the last couple of days before driving up to the summer house went quite uneventful for me , Chris as always was quite busy . The only problem I encountered was how to pack my "things" . Obviously I don't mean clothes or shoes but the disposable things . If I put them in my suitcase there is hardly space for anything else but if don't then I m left virtually walking around with them in plain sight . after a lot of debate I decided to ask Chris's advice , I mean after all we will be sharing a room it's not like he won't be seeing it all , as much as I wish he wouldn't . He was in his room packing and talking on the phone as I tapped on the door he beckoned me in , putting the phone a bit to side as he asked what do you need? Usually it would be borrowing his stuff like shirts or aftershave but I didn't feel at all comfortable to being up packing my protections while he was on the phone and I could be overhead so I just said I will be back later and retreated to my own room. A while later I heard a knock on my door - what's up ? - as Chris entered I showed him my dilemma - I think the easiest unless you can calculate exactly how many of which you will need - to which I shook my head , technically the diapers I could while adding a couple of extras just in case , but I still couldn't say the word diaper out loud and the absorbant protection no way of knowing as I hoped the bare minimum but let recent events show things don't tend to go as I calculate them - it's easier if you just leave them as they are I will look for some bag which won't make the content obvious to tell and we will figure how and when to bring them in . on Friday we loaded the car with our bags and my protections and headed off towards the summer house . Chris sticked to the plan and stopped 3 times during the drive , once quite close to the house itself in case the bathroom would be occupied at arrival . During the drive he told me that he talked to mom and Beaty and our room would be next to moms whole Beaty joe and the twins will take the other bedroom and kids room , meaning Chris and I will be sharing a bathroom with mom and Isaac while Beaty joe and the kids get the second . I wasn't so sure that being right next door to mom is the best since the walls were paper thin but I had to admit it was still a better option than sharing a wall with Beaty and joe. - besides joe and Beaty are all about getting alone time to work on things while mom and Isaac are just a week away from going away alone for 5 months , which couple do you figure is more likely to get procreating ? - Chris asked raising his eyebrows - ohh Ewww don't - just having that image of mom doing it was enough to give me nausea , it was weird enough we were all here without dad as this house was his dream his making and mom was sharing their bed with a new man , I needn't to think about what happens in that bed, I'd hoped nothing . i was worried about getting the bags in unnoticed but we got lucky. We were basically only greeted by mom and Isaac but mom returned to the "scene" almost right after and Isaac retreated to the kitchen to his wine, he looked like but the time Chris and I as the last to arrive have he already had enough family time. I could relate to him somewhat . the scene which was clearly heard over even in our bedroom where we tried to unpack ( or in my case hide ) our belongings , seemed to be another huge fight between Beaty and joe. They been fighting a lot since Beaty went back to work . Which led joe home as a full time dad . That probably left him incharge of the potty training which now , at least based on beatys views, ended in a late disaster . Espcially for Britney who still has several daytime accidents . One of which probably occurred not much before we arrived and created enough distraction for us to slip in almost unnoticed . Mom tried to calm things and reason with Beaty such as fraternal twins are as good as 2 totally different children and either way this was no major disaster worth shouting , but as usual when she flew into a stubborn rage fit there was no talking to . It's not like Beaty and moms relationship was a smooth 1. When Beaty was growing up she and mom fought about everything to the point Beaty applied only to colleges on the other coast to be away from home for years where she barely visited . Since the girls where born and dad died their relationship has seemed to reach a quiet zone but fights still occurred . my feelings regarding the twins potty training were mixed . First it took up a lot more bathroom time than before , and brought it up constantly as a conversation topic making me go pink and squirmish reminding me about my own troubles , on the other hand I felt sorry for them , as Beaty clearly tried to take over now that she was home and the more joe tried to mellow her attitude the more fights it seemed to result in . discipline wise it seemed clear that Beaty took after dad. Joe seemed much more calm yet it seemed clear he has had it too with the whole thing and I guess the fights in particular . regarding the girls mom and Chris seemed dispatched consoling them when the yelling a broke out , though Beaty hasn't directly yelled at the girls she was yelling at joe right in front of them which seemed to have to same effect. i did feel bad for them while trying to keep myself distant as I knew my own situation wasn't far from theirs . ( we are getting nearer the action but I don't want to ruin the tension build up so it will take a little bit longer )

That's a super tricky balance! Because...honestly in my experience, the small details and world-building/realism is what gives a story a lot of it's charm...and sets it apart from the 'dime-a-dozen' sort of fapfictions that are so common around here. But at the same time, I know just what you mean with the dilemma of keeping the story moving! Regardless, keep up the amazing work! You right very well!!

Chapter 7 sometimes I wonder if Chris knows me so well he literally knows what I m thinking or my facial expressions are that obvious . - relax , I didn't mean that I'd go in with you and ask the doctor 35 question that I prepared at home , but if I m not doing anything at the time of your appointment I can drive you and you don't have to uber, I can have coffee or something if u rather I don't go in . I know driving is not exactly working yet with your knee . Plus mom will call you to ask wether she should take you or the very least what the doctor said after, so if you tell her I m taking you it will reassure her that your health is being taken care of even if she isn't here. And with this trip anything that eases her mind is a blessing . i guess all 3 of us wanted mom to go on this trip. All of us from different reasons , me obviously to get moms extensive questioning and worrying of my back for a while , Beaty since with mom gone she will be running the company by herself , and Chris I guess has the most selfless reason wants mom to have someone she would be happy with. - ahh I didn't mean like don't come or something just didn't think you have the time - well I don't know but if you tell me when it is I will check - Tuesday at noon Chris scanned his calendar - wide open actually . I even have time to wait for you and we could go out to lunch ,how about that for a plan? I shifted uncomfortably , I was trying to come up with an excuse that wouldn't be rude to avoid the lunch out but my mind draw up blank. Chris frowned at me - what's wrong ? I already got him angry by hiding what was going on , and yet all he was doing since is trying to bail me out so the least I could do was be honest . - I haven't really been out so I m just not sure how good of an idea it is - what do you mean you haven't been out ? I m talking lunch not clubbing till the next day - I haven't been out to eat and stuff either, I usually order in it was safer to stay in familiar places and avoid ... You know - I still couldn't bring myself to say accident - wait you haven't been out at all since the accident ?! Now I m getting worried i guessed he was half joking half serious . Staying home was never my thing . I even went as far as far escaping through my bedroom window to go party . But that was when I didn't have to worry about peeing my pants like a toddler who hasn't mastered tiolet training . - I guess I just tried to avoid situations where things could go wrong , I mean if I'd gone out with my friends and something would have happened ... not exactly simple to explain . And it would require a lot of preplanning to make sure nothing happens . - look during this holiday we will go out for dinner and 4th of July and you the usual. You stayed scooped up in the house that's a definite red flag for everyone especially mom. Besides its not good for you either. You should get out a little . So Tuesday we will do a trial run. Will go have lunch and if anything does go wrong we will come ready and we will draw our conclusions . We have to start somewhere . Besides , you won't be doing it alone. Whatever happens I m gonna be right there with you . i knew Chris was right , I couldn't hide inside forever and if I wanted mom to not suspect a thing I had to act normal. But going out still made me nervous . And nervous just makes things worse that I already learnt . ...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... monday was quite uneventful . Chris was out at meetings and auditions and catching up with some people while I mostly did what I been doing the past 2 months which wasn't much . we set to be ready at 11:20 to go to the rehabilitation facility I was treated at. It wasn't actually far not even with traffic but by now I guess it goes without saying that prior to going in seeing the doctors I wanted to be able to use the men's room. The plan was that Chris will drive me and wait till I get the consultation and then we would head to a small quiet bbq place near by. Id lie if I'd said I wasn't nervous . Well the consultation was 1 thing. It's been 2 months since my release and they wanted to evaluate my status , not a very comfortable experience . And after I survive that I get to go to a restaurant where I can worry for about 1.5 to 2 hours wether I will have an accident for all to see or I will be able to retain my pride and self dignity . we were waiting outside the consultation room where the receptionist instructed us , as it wasn't the room I usually went to Chris cake with me so finding each other would be easier after. I just came back from the men's room as Chris was telling me to text him when I M done to meet downstairs as a young woman walked pass by us then turned around - Jonny ? Hi ! How have you been ? It was Annie , she was wearing her usual white uniform her long brown wavy hair tied in a pony tail. She was many times my "morning nurse" sometimes during the weekends nighttime , nurses work 3 shifts and each was assigned to certain rooms and patients . as I remember Annie was trying to finish her degree in rehabilitation nursing so she mostly worked mornings and weekends and took classes in the evenings . - hi Annie ! Amm the usual I guess ... Here for me 2 months check up . How about you ? - I m good too thanks , oh wow 2 months already hopefully only good results ! I m sorry I m not sure if we met I mean I knew you I mean seen you but officially .. - I was used to girls my age getting all giddy around Chris he is a known actor after all - hi Chris , nice to meet you Annie . No I don't think we met face to face , I haven't been visiting enough so I guess we missed each other the few times I have been here. - I only work mornings , some weekends I pick up some extra shifts during the weekend at night cause I m studying in evening school to finish my degree in rehabilitation . - wow not resting for a minute are you ? - well now more than I like to as the departments are half empty cause of the holiday and summer vacation time just then the consultation room door opened cutting the conversation short and a nurse and Annie exchanged smiles as the other nurse beckoned us in. Annie was standing right next to the door politely showing us in to avoid things seeming akward Chris smiled and stepped into the room behind me whispering in my ear - I guess I m coming in then ... The consultation itself took less than I thought mostly cause the doctor wanted me to have an MRI of the knee in another month though as it seemed it will be longer since July August seemed like the yearly vacation times everywhere . chris was a much less disturbing companion than mom though he did ask a couple of questions mostly regarding the sedation needed for the MRI he didn't press points and the medical staff seemed pleased that I didn't come by myself . Not sure wether because of Chris himself or cause they did emphasize during recovery the importance of a supporting background . the only unpleasant part of it was the examination of my knee which was more painful than I thought and I have to admit it was embarrassing having to take my pants off and reveal my protective underwear , of course nothing to the staff and by this point to Chris either. But during the examination I felt the familiar sudden urge and with the pain caused by manipulating my knee I stood no chance of avoiding my bladder content escaping into my underwear. As I just been to the tiolet about 10 minutes before I knew it couldn't have been more than a few drops of pee, might not even be enough to show at all but I was still very self conscious and concerned they will spot my "accident". It didn't seem like anyone has noticed anything and they attributed my reaction to the caused pain. The doctor tried to reassure , chriscas specially since he got on his feet and came over to make I was fine , that at this time it's perfectly normal for me to experience pain during knee examinations but no harm was done and that they are expecting promising results from the upcoming MRI . my main concern at that moment was mainly to hide any possible signs my accident could have left , though my knee did throb it still concerned me less .

No, you're not seeing things and this is not a joke-- I actually got this installment done with a minimum of pain and agony... I even kept it down to a descent length! Thanks as always for your amazing support; If you enjoy the story, be sure to leave a comment... and if you pledge $8 or more on Patreon, click here to vote in the poll to determine what happens next! “Come and get it, honey,” The Milk Maid said, her voice sweet and enticing, running her hands over her full, ripe breasts. The nipples were firm, pink and looked delicious... Supergirl was unable to take her eyes off them. What’s wrong with me? she cursed herself, practically salivating at the sight of her enemy’s mondo melons, filled with an overwhelming desire to suck on them. She didn’t know if it was a result of the kryptonite or if the Milk Maid was somehow influencing her mind, but the beautiful blonde superheroine found herself practically drooling at the thought. She was crawling over almost before she realized it. Sitting cross legged on the floor, Nicole smiled invitingly, beckoning to her, drawing her closer, the crinkling of the diaper strangely hypnotic in Kara’s ears... “That’s it,” The Milk Maid encouraged reaching out to stroke Kara’s silky blonde hair when she got close enough. Thrusting out her bosom towards her, she crooned sweetly into the superheroine’s ear, luring her in like a siren. The scent of her perfume filled Supergirl’s nostrils, and she felt her mind going blank. She wanted to resist, to fight against her slide into infantilism... but the sound of the Milk Maid’s voice, the sight of her picture perfect titties, the milk already starting to pearl on the tip of her nipple, and the scent of her perfume were all combining to lull her into a dreamy haze. The pretty blonde Kryptonian smacked her lips and drooled, already falling under her spell. She locked her lips around Nicole’s nipple without even thinking about it. Supergirl was shocked, but it was too late to stop herself from suckling tentatively, the warm, creamy milk trickling down her throat in thick rivulets. “Good girl,” The Milk Maid whispered, reaching out and wrapping the heroine in a warm embrace. “Come on, darling,” she said firmly, helping her down into a more comfortable position. Once she was sprawled across the Milk Maid’s lap, the sinister villain cradled her to her bosom gently, grinning as Kara began suckling in earnest. The sweet, creamy liquid filled her mouth and trickled down her throat, stuffing her belly with a soothing warmth that spread throughout her entire body, filling her limbs with a pleasant, tingling heaviness. Soon, Kara found herself almost addicted to the wonderfully warm milk, unable to get enough of it. She sucked and gulped urgently, her stomach getting full. The more she drank, the dreamier she felt, like her head was filling with soft pink cotton candy. All her adult concerns slipped away, the mission, her friends, all of it disappearing behind a fog of babyish pleasure that was shrouding her mind. With the last of her strength, she reached up to cup Nicole’s breast, unconsciously squeezing it softly. The Milk Maid just watched with a superior smirk... bringing the mighty Kryptonian under her control with the power of her milk was easily the highlight of her career thus far, and everything she’d ever fantasized about. The milk would cloud her mind and eliminate what little remained of her continence following her encounter with the kryptonite. It would make her weak and helpless in ways she never even thought possible, leaving her helpless and pliable... ready to be moulded by the hands of the Milk Maid. Kara had no idea how long she lay in that position... time no longer held much meaning for her, and neither did almost anything else at this point. The only thing she was concerned with was getting enough milk, filling her belly to the bursting point with it. A vague discomfort was building along with her fullness, and Kara was temporarily plagued by an uncomfortable sensation. The pressure within her built and built... then suddenly released, a strangely familiar hissing sound ringing in her ears. The pamper between her thighs grew warm at wet, puffing up against her pussy... she realized, with a distant stab of embarrassment, that she’d completely wet her diaper without knowing it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Supergirl had finally gotten her fill. Disengaging herself with a contented sigh, she gazed up into her nemesis’ face with a sleepy expression, frowning at Nicole’s superior smirk. She knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that this lady couldn’t be trusted... that she had bad intentions for her... that she’d somehow stolen something very important from her. But she didn’t have time to worry about it... Nicole pulled Kara close, embracing her warmly and patting her softly on the back, coaxing out a sizable belch. She followed it up with another, and then another, and although the Girl Of Steel still possessed just enough sense to feel embarrassed about being burped like a giant baby, it did blessedly relieve the bloated pressure that had built up in her stomach. “That-a-girl,” Nicole said, rocking her back and forth and patting her on the back, stroking her hair soothingly. The girl had slipped nicely into a state of docile, infantile dependence... for the moment, at least, Supergirl was completely under her control, as attached to The Milk Maid as a newborn was to her mother. Reaching down instinctively to check her diaper, Nicole was delighted to discover that Kara had wet it during her feeding... just like a real baby, she thought with a smile. It was time to get her back to headquarters and finish the first phase of her regression. 20 minutes later, Kara found herself swaddled like a newborn and placed inside Wolfe’s Red Solar Energy Chamber... essentially a glorified tanning bed. Sucking a large pacifier, she gazed up at The Milk Maid with a dazed, quizzical expression squirming as best she could when Nicole reached down to stroke her cheek. “Nighty night,babykins,” she cooed sweetly, banding down to kiss her on the forehead. “I’ll see you after your nap, OK, honey?” Kara watched solemnly as the lid closed slowly, sealing her in. Nicole activated the chamber with a grin... she would be bombarded with low level red solar radiation, which would effectively scrub what remained of her powers, rendering her as weak and helpless as a baby. Next would come the mental conditioning, her intelligence reduced, her memories edited down until nothing adult remained. Wolfe had further prescribed the former Supergirl be given a monthly enema with water that had been lightly irradiated by the brown kryptonite, ensuring her continued weakness and incontinence. Regular treatments of red solar radiation would take care of any residual energy she had left. Nicole had to give it to Wolfe-- he had it planned out perfectly. Poor Supergirl: the Milk Maid had a feeling she wouldn’t be soaring majestically through the skies over Metropolis any time soon! Leaving the room, Nicole decided to head to her quarters for a quick shower before the final phase of the mission. The Kryptonian was tough... but the Amazon was going to be the real challenge, and it was going to require all of them working together as a unit to take her down... she hoped that she and her colleagues were up to the task. What should we focus on in the next chapter? The Regression Of Harley Quinn? Wonder Woman Changes Zatanna’s Diaper Click here to vote now!

Finally I have another part ready ? I don't know about anyone else here but I don't get a lot of free time to read so I convert most of the stories on here to audio form with a text to speak program and listen to them during work so if anyone else wanted them here's a Google drive link to my stories https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1QJ8zq2JIyX3HSO6chDXc00QrC9XCYXDn Now for the story * * * Part 4 Outings As strange as it sounds it was my sense of smell that woke me in the morning that smell of bacon even with the beam of light coming through the curtain it was that smell that woke me my family are vegetarian so bacon was a bit of a treat for me so having the smell wake me was one of the better ways I could think of to wake up too. I opened my eyes and inhaled deeply then looked around to find that I was back in the crib in Rose’s room, I quickly through off the covers and stood up and as I dreaded I needed to use the bathroom, I poked the front of the still dry diaper nope I can hold it “ROSE!” I called out and in moments I saw an eye looking through the crack in the door “Oh good your awake breakfast is almost ready” she said as she came over to me “Your going to pick me up aren't you” I mumbled “Well it is quicker and I don't want anything to burn” I rolled my eyes and held my arms up to her in no time I was out of the crib and on her hip “So your dry I see” I felt my cheeks get warm “Of course it is I don't need these diapers you just put me in them” “Hmm… I must have imagined that wet diaper I changed yesterday then” That stupid memory of waking up and no longer being in a wet diaper came back to me and now my suspicions were confirmed “Can we not talk about this” “Ok ok we don't have to talk about your wet diapers if you don't want to” I looked up to her smirking face and glared at her “But you know that's nothing to be embarrassed about here no one will think any less of you” “I’m not embarrassed I just don't want to talk about it” I said crossing my arms “Your cheeks tell a different story” she said poking one of my cheeks with a finger, I pushed it away and we stopped in the kitchen I looked at the high chair and before I knew it Rose lifted me up and I was in the high chair and the tray table was in place “Is this really necessary” I asked “I don't want you wandering off while I get everything ready” she replied grabbing a couple of plates and placing food on them “I hope your hungry” said Rose and she placed the two plates on the table closest to me then dragged the table over, I looked over at the plates and saw the largest slices of bacon I had ever seen, cooked pineapple slices, french toast and pancakes “Dam do you eat like this every morning?” I asked “Not every morning no this is a special morning and I didn't know what you like” I took another sniff of the bacon and could easily imagine myself drooling “It all smells great to me” “Well let's start with the toast” she said and pulled out a smaller plate, placed a piece of toast on it and cut it up into small pieces, my heart dropped a little when I saw that but the memory of choking wasn't pleasant so I let it be. Rose placed the plate in front of me “Could I please have a fork?” I asked, she looked at me strangely but went back to the cabinets and pulled out a fork for my size and handed it to me “You can use your hands if you want” she said as she picked up one of her pieces of toast and took a bite “I was brought up to use table manners even if I am in a high chair” I replied and cut a piece of my already cut pieces of toast, picked it up with my fork and placed it in my mouth, the moment it touched my tongue I thought I had died and gone to heaven, it was so good and so fluffy “I see you enjoyed that here try the pineapple” Rose held a small piece of pineapple to my mouth between her fingers I briefly considered biting her by “accident” but I didn't think I was going anywhere in this high chair. I ate the offered fruit and it was juicy in just the way I loved it “Is all the food this good here or is it your cooking?” I asked Roses face lit up like the sun “I am told that littles do seem to like our sweet foods but I can cook when I want to” and she pulled off a small piece of the choc chip pancake and offered that to me. We finished eating in mostly companionable silence with Rose hand feeding me more than I would like “Your a messy eater” said Rose as she ran a damp cloth over my face “Hey your the one that missed my mouth” I replied while trying to push her away, we were both grinning at each other. As she lifted me out of the high chair I was made all to aware of my need to pee “I saw that” said Rose “Saw what?’ I tried playing dumb “Someone needs to pee” she replied with a pat to my diapered butt, I was placed on the couch in the lounge “Now when an Amazon gets a little it's customary for the friends and family to give them gifts” said Rose “What like a baby shower?” “Exactly like a baby shower” I face palmed literally even though she has told me that Amazons treat humans like babies it still surprised me every time she did something to baby me or at least make me feel babish case in point the baby shower “So some of these gifts are for you but I think most will be for me to help take care of you” I just rolled my eyes “Don't roll your eye” she said with a smile “Rose I can look after myself just tell me a bit more about this world” she looked at me funny “So your staying now? No more plans of escaping?” of course I am thinking of ways to escape but like I would tell you I thought to myself “Well I’m here I might as well see a new world” I replied to her “that's very good of you now let's see what you got shall we” she said with a huge smile and she handed me a gift wrapped box that was wider than me, I took it wondering what it was “that's from my sister and her little” I looked up at Rose “you have a sister?” I asked “of course I do you silly little” she replied and tapped me on the nose with a finger, her calling me a little was just another reminder of this world “you will meet them soon” she continued, my heart sank it was bad enough that this… Amazon was seeing me in a diaper but I didn't want another one to see me like this “when will I be meeting them?” I asked a little scared of the answer “when your ready now come on I want to see what they got you” I looked down at the gift in my lap it had slipped my mind with that little scare, I found a week point and began to cleanly pull off the tape “don't worry about that just rip the wrapping” I was never the sort of person that just ripped the wrapping partly because someone took the time to wrap it that nicely and partly to annoy my brother's at Christmas when they would tear through half of their Christmas presents before I got through one. I looked up grinned at her and proceeded to slowly peel off the tape, I could see in her face that the slowness was getting to her, just as I thought she was going to say something else I tore the side and with it the top just to put her out of her misery. It was a tea set, a beautiful looking China tea set back home this would have cost me a months pay “oh I told her not to get the tea set it was too much” I lifted the cover to reveal four tea cups, one saucer, some plates and a note written in crayon, Rose lifted the note up and read it aloud “we can't wait to have a tea party, Kayley… that's my sister's little” “a tea party, how old is she?” I asked dreading the answer “thirteen months” she answered “Bull shit” I replied and she gave me the warning look “sorry” I quickly said and she seemed to let it be “how old is she really?” I asked again “in this world she is considered to be a thirteen months old in your world I think she is… let me see… twenty six” “what then how old am I?” I asked “on your adoption papers it says you are eleven months” “how does that work?” “I believe that is in comparison to an Amazon child” well that hit me like a rock how smart are these Amazon's, I shock my head and left that train of thought for later. I picked up one of the tea cups and looked at it, the flowery art work was a wonder in itself, I went to put it back and at the last moment the cup slipped out of my hand and bounced off the couch and onto the floor. My eyes were closed and I waited for the sound of smashing China but it didn't come, I opened my eyes to see Rose bending down and picking up the cup “It's a good thing these are little proof” she said returning the cup to the collection “Wh… how… why isn't it broken?” I finally managed to ask “Its little proof” Rose replied like that explained everything “But how? It's a ceramic isn't it?” she chuckled at me “It only looks ceramic it's actually made of a material much tougher which is one of the reasons it's a little pricey” I just stared at her then asked “How much stronger?” “Its stronger let's leave it at that” Rose continued to hand me some presents and even opened some herself, she ended up with a pink playpen for me which if I could I would have thrown out the window, Something that looked like a teddy bear sleeping bag and a crapton of diapers which was another thing for the window and a stroller which strangely I didn't think was to bad. For me I was also given a plushy unicorn cat, some colouring books with a large box of crayons, up next was a large gift which had a pop up play tent with what looked like costumes and lastly a collapsible scooter which I thought would be great to make an escape with but as soon as Rose saw it she took it from me “I’m sorry little one this is much to grown up for you and Gwen knew that” “No please let me have it I… I like it and want to play with it” it sounded stupid but what else could I say “I’m sorry Emma I don't want you to get hurt” and she leaned into me and gave me a hug, I had one last trick to try, after she let me go I looked into her eye and tried to make myself as adorable as possible and she laughed at me “oh no that's not going to work on me” I continued to look into her eyes and brought my hands together like I was praying “Put those eyes away I can't.. I shouldn't…” she sat there pondering it for a moment then continued “If I let you ride it will you stop looking at me like that?” I nodded vigorously “Ok but under very strict supervision got it and you don't fight fairly” I smiled up at her “Your like six times my size I’ve gotta use everything I have” I said cheering myself on the inside “Well don't think you have won just yet” she said and started creeping closer to me I started to get worried and she pounced, her fingers started tickelling me mercilessly. I kicked and screamed with laughter until I felt some pee escape my face became instantly warm “What's wrong?” asked Rose “I need to use the bathroom” I answered “Just use your diaper silly I will change you later” “Your a fucking pervert you know that right” she sighed and pulled something out of her pocket “And you have a dirty mouth, we’re like two peas in a pod wouldn’t you say” and she pushed the pacifier into my mouth with one pump, I just pulled it out “Seriously can't you just let me use your toilet” Rose let out a sigh “I don't think you will be able to use it, I’ll show you” she said and lifted me up with her. As we were walking or rather as I was being carried along I couldn't help thinking how quickly I had gotten used to being carried everywhere now I was never a lazy person but I had to admit it was nice not having to walk everywhere in this giant place. Rose opened the door to reveal the bathroom and in the corner was a toilet big enough for me to swim in… well I exaggerate greatly but it was much larger than I was used to “Could I try?” I asked trying to think of how I was going to do just that “Do you have any idea how?” she asked looking down at me “Well I could… sit on the front and lean over I guess” “Sorry little one I don't want you falling in” I groan then went with the last option that was still better than using this stupid diaper “Could you… hold me over the toilet?” she actually laughed at me “I don't think I could hold you there long enough I’m afraid your stuck” I groaned “Could I at least get a little privacy?” Rose stood there thinking then finally answered “Just this once don't think it will happen every time” Rose took us into my room and placed me down on the foam play mats then turned around. I tried to go there but having Rose in my vision didn't help nor did the fact that I knew that I was going to wet a diaper “Could you.. um please wait out of the room” Rose turn back to me “Is my little shy” I felt the heat on my cheeks “Fuck off” I knew that was the wrong thing to say the moment the words left my lips “EMMA!” shouted Rose and she looked cross “I sorry, I’m sorry I… I… I just don't like this whole situation” I said and started to cry “Is… is it… to much… to… to ask for a toilet” I managed to say through my sobs “Oh dear come here” said Rose pulling me into her embrace, I tried pulling away a couple of times then gave up and buried my head in her chest and sobbed. We sat there for a couple of seconds till the floodgates opened, I couldn't hold it any more and started to wet myself uncontrollably with that my tears came heavier “That's right my little one let it all out” Rose said patting my diaper. I felt like I was peeing out a river but it finally came to an end and I felt the last dribbles escape and my crying eased “I’m… I’m sorry about that I don't know why I did that” I hiccuped “It's alright my little Emy some times we all just need a cry and I think you have earned it with everything you have been through” I looked up to her and gave a small smile “And I’m sure you feel better now not having to hold that in” she continued and I shoved her pushing me out of her embrace, I turned from her and crossed my arms “Yes” I mumbled “I don't think I heard that” said Rose and I just knew she was smiling I could hear it in her voice “Fine yes I feel better now… could you… could you change me now” I almost whispered the last bit not wanting to be heard asking for a diaper change yet also wanting out of the wet thing “I’m sorry I didn't catch that last part you'll need to speak up” I slowly turned back to her and asked again in a slightly louder voice “Can you please change me” this was so embarrassing “Of course” Rose replied with a smile and lifted me to her hip which squished the padding to my privates, grosssssss. Rose laid me on a plastic mat on the changing table and placed a strap over my stomach “I'm not going to roll off” I said looking at her “I know you won't sweety its just to make sure” replied Rose as she placed a diaper and two other objects beside me, what do we have here I started to read the labels Little Powder and Little… what the fuck “Little Wipes?” I questioned not wanting to think of the meaning “To make you all nice and clean” replied Rose and she reached down to unsnap the crotch of the onise I was wearing “wait, wait your not going to…” Rose cut me off “Yep I’m going to make my little one all nice and clean” I felt that darn heat return to my face and this was starting to sound like a worse idea every moment “So let me get this straight your going to wipe my…” I trailed off “Can't you just take off this diaper and let me be” “I’m sorry but you might have a leak” I groaned at that “Could I put the new one on myself?” “And if you put it on wrong?” she asked “I wont I promise” Rose started to rummage through the draw and pulled out a pacifier “Don't worry I have changed other littles plenty of times” and she pushed the pacifier in between my lips, I started to pull it out when Rose spoke again “If you take that out before your change is finished I’ll have to pump it up like yesterday” just the memory made my mouth ach and I left it in place, Rose Bent over and peeled off the tapes of the diaper, as she started to pull the front away my hands shot down and covered my privates “There's no need to be shy my sweet little I've already seen everything the last time I changed you” I groaned but didn't take my hands away “Please don't look” I murmured around the pacifier “That might make it hard to change you” she said chuckling “Now come on move your hands” I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to move my hands I truly did but my modest upbringing wouldn't let me “I hope I don't have to restrain you for your changes” “Restrain?” I asked and opened my eyes to see Rose lift up a fluffy blue velcro wrist cuff that had a cord running out of my site I shut my eyes again and shook my head “Please just move my hands” it pained me to say it and I expected to feel the cuffs on my wrist but in a moment I felt a gentle hand take mine and bring them up to my chest “Do me a favour and hold onto Mr bear for me” I felt fuzzy material being placed between my chest and arms, the moment Rose let go of my hands I seized the bear as if he could protect me from this embarrassment. Without my interference Rose was actually very quick, she wiped me down quickly but somehow gently at the same time “There we go all done” said Rose and she patted my diapered crotch, I opened my eyes and looked down at the new diaper hugging my hips “Princesses?” I questioned around the pacifier “Because your my little princess” she replied “Don't you prefer these over the plane white one's” I thought about it for a bit then answered “If I'm being honest I would prefer to be out of these all together, when can we get the pull ups?” I asked “Don't you like the diapers Gwen and Kaylee got you?” Asked Rose chuckling a little “Not really” I groaned for the small victory “If your good we might be able to make a quick trip to the store tonight I don't want to overload you on a better note what are we going to do today?” I pulled the pacifier out “If you're the one that seems determined to treat me like a baby then shouldn't you have something planned” Rose actually looked a little guilty and she took her time thinking about this one “I… wasn't meaning to to treat you younger than a toddler... wow the books were right the instinct is hard to overcome” I grinned “Well you could make it up to me by taking me out of this diaper” “Not a chance bub” “Crap, why not?” she gave me the evil eye again “You know why, now come on let's get you dressed.” It was terrible Rose had nothing but dresses, onesies I ended up with a blue thing that ended just above my knees I was thankful that I wasn't going outside one good wind and everyone would see the stupid diaper “Don't you have anything normal?” I asked as she set me down on the couch “Depends what you call normal” “Well pants would be a good start” I replied gesturing to her pants, she looked down “I think mine are too big for you” I face palmed “No shit they are to big” Rose shook her head and pulled the pacifier out of her pocket and pushed it into my mouth “Do you just carry that thing around in your pocket?” I asked spitting out the pacifier, she picked it up and attached a plastic chain to one end and clipped the other to my chest “Sadly yes just for you” she said and booped my nose “Please don't” I said pushing away her hand “It's so childish” “But you look so cute” I rolled my eyes I was never one for looking cute opping for function “Can we get back on topic please” “And what would that be?” she asked with a smile “Pants” I said as if it should be obvious “Do you know why you are wearing a dress?” “Because you put me in it” she laughed “Well yes but besides that” I tried to think of a reason that would make sense and came up empty “Nope I got nothing” she raised an eyebrow at me then without warning flicked up my dress, I instinctually forced it back down covering my dia.... “Crap its for the diaper isn't it” “You got the nail on the head and as a reward I’ll forgive that bad word just this once” I looked up at her and saw she was thinking “If my little wants pants I think I might be able to do something about it” my ears picked up “Really?” “Of course I’m just going to need…” and she walked off behind the couch, I stood up and pulled my head over the top to see Rose rummaging through the gifts we had opened “Ah here it is” it was the box for the playpen “And how exactly is that going to help?” I asked “It will keep you safely in eye site while I work” “Rose I’m fine here just turn on the TV or something” it didn't seem to matter what I said Rose quickly set up the playpen and placed my ass in it. After some trying in vain I found that if I jumped I could just reach the top bar of the playpen after another couple minutes of fruitless escape attempts Rose was finally satisfied and left through a door in the corner of the room I hadn't seen before. Rose came back into the room a couple of minutes later carrying a couple rolls of fabrics and what looked like a fishing tackle box “Give me a hand with these would you” Rose chuckled to herself “Ha ha you think your so funny” I replied sarcastically “I have my moments” Rose placed the rolls onto the table next to me “Why do you have all that?” I asked “I know it's old fashioned but one of my hobbies has always been sewing” a snort of laughter escaped my lips, she turned to glare at me “Hey even back home sewing was starting to die off and here you are living in a technologically superior place and you like to sew” “Everyone needs a hobby” she said with a hint of sadness, I felt a bit bad for what I had said and just sat there in silence for a couple of minutes watching Rose work but of course that faded as my boredom grew “What are you doing?” I asked as she was checking her materials “I'm going to make you some clothes” I was stunned she was serious about the pants I was strangely grateful “ah… thank you… is it going to take long?” she looked down at me “Hmm… probably why?” “Well there's nothing to really do in here” “Oh you're right I’m so sorry let me get you some things” Rose got up from the chair and left the room only to return a few minutes later with the box of legos in her arms “Here we go this should give you something to play with” Rose said as she placed the box in the playpen with me “Lego’s?” I asked “I haven't played with these since I was an actual kid” I grew up with three older brothers so of course I played with Legos “Well this should give you some fond memories then shouldn't it” “I suppose so” I sighed and Rose returned back to her table, I tried watching but with the table up much higher than my eye site it was impossible to see much and so out of boredom I actually started looking into the box of Legos and sadly… making things with them. We each carried on with our own projects for quite some time with Rose looking over at me every now and again but it wasn't till I yawned that she spoke up “Are you getting sleepy?” she asked “No it's just a random yawn” I replied yawning again “Its ok if you want to have a nap littles…” I might have taken her up on a nap but hearing her calling me little was what made up my mind “I don't need a nap I’ve well and truly outgrown that” “I don't know someone's sounding cranky” “ I don't need a nap I bet I could stay up all night if need be” I said with annoyance in my voice “A bet you say... I will take that bet” “What?” I was confused “I bet that you will fall asleep at least once before nine pm” “Ha to easy to stay awake till then” I said with absolute confidence “Well how about we make it interesting then let's see if you sleep before nine then I win and you do what I tell you with no fuss for three days” I grinned at her “And when I win?” “Let's see… we will do what you want for three days” “Ha the first thing I’m going to do is get you to remove this stupid diaper” I said poking my crotch “Don't get ahead of yourself little one you haven't won yet do we have a deal” Rose held out her pinky finger to me like a child's promise “To easy” I said and linked my pinky with hers and we shook “Deal“ we said in unison, I looked back at my little Lego city particularly the building I wanted to be the clock tower “Hey how am I going to know what the time is up I haven't seen a single clock in this place” “Hmm that is a good point here you can borrow this” Rose played with her wrist for a moment then produced a watch “Hold out your hand” I brought my hand up to her to take the watch from her but she bent down and strapped it onto my wrist “How the…” the watch fit perfectly but that was impossible my wrist was surely smaller than Rose’s, I looked up to her to see her smiling “It's better not to think about it now can you tell time?” she asked “Of course I can” I shot back and looked at the clock face, strangely it was analog “Crap” I said softly I was used to digital time not this stupid analog stuff “I take it you don't know how to tell the time” said Rose smiling “If you had a digital watch instead of this ancient thing” I replied in a huff “Well here when the little hand is pointing at the nine and the big hand is pointing at the twelve its…” “Its nine o’clock” I said beating her to the finish “See I know how to read it” I said while crossing my arms “Of course you did sweety” replied Rose with a smile and straightened back up “Well I don't know about you but I think it's time for a coffee” “Yuk” I nearly gagged just at the thought and Rose laughed “Littles” she said shaking her head “Would you like a apple juice or something?” she asked I thought about it for a minute “I would love a hot chocolate if you have it” “Hmm… I don't normally keep chocolate but I’ll see what I can do” “Thanks” I replied and Rose left the room leaving me to go back to the lego’s. It took a couple of minutes but Rose re-entered the room holding a white mug in one hand and a freaking sippy cup in the other “Seriously Rose what's with the sippy cup” “I don't want you spilling it over my floor” replied Rose with a shrug and handed me the sippy cup and went back to her chair. The moment I took the cup I could tell it wasn't warm “Hey what's in this?” I asked raising up the cup “Sorry I didn't have any hot chocolate so you have apple juice instead” I rolled my eyes at her “So you get a warm drink in a normal cup and I get this cold drink in a baby cup” Rose held out her large mug “Would you like to share mine” I shivered at the thought “Ah… no I’m good with my apple juice” she chuckled and returned to the sewing machine. Now I know what your thinking “there is no way she is going to drink from the sippy cup” well normally you would be right and I did hold off for quite some time but in the end I got thirsty and drank from it really the only bad thing I could say about it was that I couldn't drink as fast as I normally would. My Lego city had long since been destroyed and turned into as many vehicles as I could build when Rose spoke up “Oh shoot” I looked up at Rose “Whats up” I asked looking up from my Lego car “It looks like I’m all out of some of the things I need” “Can you finish without them?” I asked “I could... “ she said slowly “But it would mean you couldn't remove them” well that didn't sound appealing “How do you feel about a trip to the store” asked Rose “I wasn't planning on taking you out of the house till at least tomorrow but there are a few things we need” I thought about it and it really didn't sound appealing given that I was in a dress and worse a diaper which I’m sure everyone would be able to tell “Could you take me out of this diaper before we go” I asked already knowing the answer “Afraid not what if you had an accident in public neither of us would like that” I felt my face get warm and I looked away “It wouldn't happen” I mumbled but I don't think Rose heard me “How about this if you be a good little I’ll get you a treat” “Like what?” I asked curiously “Well we could start with getting you some hot chocolate mix” this did sound tempting “And if you are really good I’ll let you pick something out” this wasn’t as appealing but it would be nice to see this world before I get Rose to take me back home that's right I have finally thought of how to get Rose to take me home the bet, that's right that little bet Rose and I made I just wanted out of the stupid diaper but when I was making my Lego city it occured to me why not just get Rose to take me home... hey I never said I was smart, now just to stay awake till nine… wait isn't there something I’m missing… um… hmm… well if it was important it will come back to me “Emma… Emma hey are you still with me” Rose was Waving her hand in front of my face “yea I'm still here” I replied “ oh good where did you go?” “ oh you know just thinking” “ok... did you want to go? We can pick up those pullups for you” she said the last part like she thought it was actually a temptation for me “Hmm… ok as long as we are quick” I replied “That's my girl I’ll get ready then we can go” Rose was saying as she left me. Rose was back in twenty minutes with her hair done up and a handbag on one side and lifted me up onto the other hip “Did it really take you that long to do your hair?” I asked “Not at all my silly little I was setting up your car seat” “Ah fuck not a car seat” Rose sighed and this time I knew what it ment “It's probably better like this anyway” said Rose as she fished out the pacifier from her bag and clipped it to my shirt “Amazons expect littles to be seen and not heard” she finished as she placed the paci in my mouth “I’m sorry Rose I didn't mean to” I said around the paci “I know you didn't“ replied Rose smiling down at me. As Rose walked into the garage and I saw the car my first thought wasn't how similar the car looked to the ones back home no it was more relating to my feet “I’m not weawing any shoes” I said around the paci, Rose looked down at me “Of course your not silly, do you expect to be walking” I thought about this for a second then pulled out the paci “Well I suppose I’m just used to walking when out and about” “Well for this outing at least I don't want you out of my sight even if that means I have to carry you” she smiled, I sighed and shook my head “Strange world” I murmured “You will get used to it” laughed Rose and she placed me into the car seat and strapped me in. I had been looking out the window watching all the buildings go by for a while when I saw that Rose was turning into what looked like a normal mall parking lot, Rose parked, stopped the engine and looked over at me “Ok Emma are you ready?” asked Rose and I nodded “Ok then please try and stay silent not everyone is as accepting of littles the way I am” Rose came over to my side of the car and lifted me out of the car seat in onto her hip and we headed for the large building. As we got closer to the main doors Rose pulled me up to her chest and covered my head with a hand “What's wrong?” I asked around the pacifier “Nothing this is just another way to carry littles” even though I hadn't known Rose long it was plain as day that she was lying to me so I tried pushing away her hand with no luck of course, after three more attempts to look around her hand I gave up and looked out the other side. It was strange if I didn't know better I would have said that I was back home, the shops looked like any old storefront the only real differences were the advertisements and some of the items for sale. We entered a crafts store and Rose started pulling out a shopping cart when I noticed the baby carrier on it “No, no, no” I hissed at Rose “I’m not a baby” Rose brought my head closer to her and spoke quietly enough that I think I was the only one to hear her “If you make a fuss we won't be able to get your hot chocolate” I would almost think this woman knew me in a past life or something because that was one of the few things to say to get me into a stupid baby trolly without a fuss “Hmm… ok” “that's my girl” she replied and laid me down in the carrier, it was surprisingly comfy with a very mild warmth running up my back, this was the sort of comfort that made me want to fall a… Don't go to sleep! I screamed in my head and slapped myself, as I was winding up for the third slap Rose caught my hand I looked up and saw her worried face “What's wrong Emy?” I pulled the pacifier out “This carrier is making me sleepy and I’m not losing our bet” I replied with a huff, Roses face instantly changed to a smile “Oh that” I glared at her and the warmth I was laying on faded away “Is that better?” she asked I put the pacifier back in and nodded, well it seemed like Rose wasn't going to resort to underhanded means to win, this bet is as good as mine. The carrier had high enough sides that after Rose had strapped me in I couldn't see anything and before you think that I’m just letting Rose do whatever she wants with me you would be wrong, yes I nearly started shouting at her about how I didn't need to be locked but two words from her eased my argument… hot chocolate yep I had forgotten so quickly but I remember now. I was pushed along as Rose walked up and down the isles occasionally adding things to the trolly, while I couldn't see much I quickly learned that this wasn't just a crafts store “Look what i found” sung Rose and she lifted up a purple container that had “Littles Drinking Chocolate” printed on it, a smile instantly came to my face “Now I just have to make sure...” she trailed off reading the back of the tin “Ah yep here we go, you will be fine with this” If it was made for Littles… dammit they have me thinking of myself as a little now shake it off… if it was made for humans then why wouldn't it be fine for me to have? “Rose…” I began to say but Rose cut me off with a tap to the pacifier inflating it once “Remember seen and not heard” she said just loud enough for me to hear, I crossed my arms in displeasure and Rose smiled down at me “It won't be for long” that didn't make me feel any better but I let it be… for now. I wasn't sure if Rose had meant that she would deflate the pacifier or that the shopping wouldn't take long and it turned out that it was both, a minute or so after inflating the pacifier she deflated it and we continued rolling down the isles with Rose continuing to add things from time to time, before I knew it we had rolled up to the checkout “Hia Rose who’s the cutie?” came a females voice “Hey Rebecca, this is Emy my new little” the cart stopped and I just knew what was coming next “Bring the cutie pie here so I can get a better look” said Rebecca in a sing song voice, I rolled my head to the side and without even thinking of our bet I pretended to be asleep. Footsteps came over beside me and a shadow came over my face “Oh I think shes asleep” Rebecca near whispered and I heard Rose step closer “Sadly I don't think she is look at that little chest” I suddenly became conscious of the fact that I was breathing almost as fast as my heart was beating “Why sadly? I have a real time getting my neighbours little Brad to have a nap” “We have a little bet going don't we Emy” I opened my eyes, looked up at Rose and nodded “Oh so cute!” squealed Rebecca and she wrapped her arms around me, having a giant coming at me scared the crap out of me, I shrieked and through up my hands to protect myself “Please don't scare my little Beca” laughed Rose and Rebecca let go of me “She wouldn't be scared of her aunty Beca” she said poking out her tongue at Rose, Rose just sighed and shook her head “I have to wonder if you were a little in a past life” I could now see that Rebecca was wearing what was clearly a store uniform “Maybe that's why littles like me so much” pondered Rebecca “I don't know, from what I hear Brad tries to run away from you” “Yea but he runs away from all Amazons, just look at Emy though we have just met and I’m sure we are already good friends aren't we little Emy?” she asked looking at me, I spat out the pacifier “YOU SCARED THE FUCKING CRAP OUT OF ME!” “Oh dear” exclaimed Rebecca and Rose covered her face with a hand “I’m sorry about that Becca she's still new” strangely Becca didn't seem bothered just leaned in and sniffed the air around me, the moment I realized what she was doing I felt my cheeks get warm again “Nope I think your still clean little Emy” I heard a slap and looked at Rose she had face palmed Rose had actually face palmed maybe this Rebecca would be interesting to know if we were back in my home world “Right I forgot for a moment how immature you are” and both women smiled at each other, Rose placed the paci back in my mouth “I think we had better pay for these items the other registers are starting to fill up” “That's probably a good idea” said Rebecca and she returned behind the counter, Rose wheeled me past without even removing anything “Will that be on your account Rose?” asked Rebecca “Yes” answered Rose “Your all set, be sure to bring little Emy round for a visit soon and if you need a little sitter you know who to call” “We will try but that reminds me…” Rose trailed off and leaned into Rebecca and in a whisper that I could only just make out said “you are invited to Emy's you know what I'll send you the details tonight” “Oh this is going to be fun” squealed Rebecca in delight “I'll see you soon little Emy” called Rebecca as I was wheeled out of the store. “So what was that about?” I asked pulling the paci out temporarily “Oh did someone eavesdrop on mummy” my eyebrows raised “Mummy?” I questioned “Oh sorry a slip of the tongue” Rose answered with a quirky laugh, I frowned at her “When you have someone as small as you are” she nodded to me as we rolled along “To long after you can start to think of yourself as a mummy or daddy without meaning to, I am sorry Emma” if Rose hadn't used my preferred name I probably would have called bullshit but we were in public and thought it probably wouldn't end nicely for me seeing how I am strapped into this carrier.

Lol SGTbaby between work and all this Christmas stuff its been hard to find the time to review what I have written (sooooo many spelling errors) but here is the next part Part 3 Emotions --Rose-- She sat there listening to her Little crying her heart out, listening to her made the Amazons heart ache with pain knowing that she would be able to help the poor dear but not wanting to scare her she kept her silent pain and waited to be asked. --Emma-- The tears dried up and I looked to the window again it was no good I couldn't escape and it didn't seem like I was dreaming and I had no idea what to do now. The sun continued to move across the sky all the while the need to pee was getting harder to hold “hey giant you still there?” I called with the sense of dejavu “yes dear I’m still here” “I don't suppose you have a toilet my size do you?” I could already guess the answer but still had to ask “I’m afraid not that's one of the reasons your wearing a diaper, don't worry I wont think any less of you for using it” I shivered in revulsion “fuck no that's just gross” I shouted back “please don't swear in my house and it's up to you if you use them but its a normal thing here for littles to use their diapers” I found myself biting on my thumb nail a habit I haven't done since I was really young I pulled it out and stood up to start pacing “shit, shit, shit” “I can hear that” damn the giant had good hearing. I held on for another fifteen minutes doing every stupid thing I could think of to hold on crossing my legs, pressing down on the diaper but that grossed me out and stopped that quickly, I even tried sitting on my head for a bit but then it happened as I was doing the classical pee dance that some children make, the floodgates opened and I felt the diaper getting warmer and expanding “oh shit stop, stop, stop” I couldn't help it my body just wouldn't stop till every drop came out, the lack of control and helplessness brought the tears back “are you alright in there?” I heard the giant ask “NO I’M NOT OK I’M IN A FUCKING DIAPER, I HAVE JUST PISSED MYSELF AND I’M TRAPPED IN A GIANTS BEDROOM I’M SO VERY FAR FROM ALRIGHT” I screamed at her and broke down to cry again “just let me go home I haven't done anything to you” I murmured in my sobs “may I come in?” I heard the giant ask something but couldn't make any sense of it and continued to cry those gut wrenching sobs. I felt hands grab me and held me close to her giant body I flailed kicked and punched in the attempt to get away but to be honest it was a weak effort and I simply cried into her chest. I awoke to the same semi dark room, I was in the crib again and there was something in my mouth I reached for it, it was a pacifier despite the urge to throw it away I placed it next to the edge of the crib and pushed myself up I groaned and reached down to confirm my suspicion yep it was the diaper but at least it wasn't wet somehow this made it better, I brought my legs up and crossed them something I liked to do when I wanted to think but something on the other side of the crib caught my eye it was a teddy bear with two glassy eyes, a stitched nose and a tartan body “who are you?” the sheer strangeness of seeing the bear made me bring him close to get a better look “why are you here” I laughed at myself “better yet why am I here” and I sighed “well I guess if Rose wanted to eat me she has more than had a chance “I guess she’s alright” and the memory of the last time I was awake washed over me bringing some of the sadness back but also the embrace of Rose, and I shook my head to clear the memory “should I see if she will help me get back home” I looked into the bears eyes and I sighed “it's to bad you can't talk I could use a friend right now” the door cracked open and I saw an eye looking at me “I think we have an observer ted” I said to the bear then stood up “I’m awake” I said and the door opened fully to reveal Rose “may I come in” she asked without stepping past the border, I smiled “sure its your place after all” she smiled to and came over to the crib “I see you have found your new friend” I moved the bear a bit further away with a foot “I’m to old for bears but yes I found the bear” her smile returned “well he will always be there if you want him” “thanks but I’m good, look before you do whatever you are going to do with me I want to know something” she looked at me for a moment then sat down on the floor so she was slightly looking up at me “ask away and I will try to answer what I can” I took a seat to so we were at eye level “before when I… I bit you why did you do what I asked, from what you have told me it seems like you Amazons can and do whatever you want with littles I mean you even asked to enter your room I just don't understand” that smile returned “why do you think you are here?” “nah ah don't do that no answering a question with a question” “Please indulge me” I groaned and relented “Before my ah… crying I would have said to be eaten or tortured but you have had plenty of chances for that so far” “Would you believe that I brought you here to be happy?” “To be happy? You took me away from my friends, my family and a boyfriend to be happy in a diaper?” she laughed “When you put it like that it does sound hard to believe doesn't it” “So why then?” “I have told you I want you to be happy” “So that's an honest answer?” “Yes I just want you to be as happy as you can and that means you need to feel safe if me asking you for permission to enter my own room makes you feel safe then so be it but I do not want you to be drugged or altered to be happy” my hairs stood up at that last statement “What do you mean altered?” “I’m sorry Emma but that is a question for another time just know I will never let it happen to you” “Ok… that brings me back to why do you want me to be happy?” “It's hard to explain but let me try it like this, have you ever seen a mother or farther with a child and wondered what they get out of being a parent besides the continuation of the littles ah sorry human species, they raise and teach the child so they can have a happy life and in doing so they share in that child's joys and fears” I thought about it for a while “So… emotions are your drug?” I was asking seriously but she burst out laughing “No I’m sorry I probably didn't explain it very well” I frowned and tried again “Amazons can't feel anything unless they have a little” she just shook her head with that smile “How about we just stick with your first answer it will do for now” “Crap I’m living with a druggy” it was my attempt at light hearted humor but she frowned at me “This is the last time I am going to ask you not to use naughty words in my home if I hear it again I’ll have to punish you” oh it was about that again wait what “What you will punish me what happened to only wanting me to be happy?” “Every society needs boundaries in order to function and that comes over the happiness of an individual” “But only you could hear it and it's not like its a bad word per say” “I’m sorry but its a bad habit that I do not like in my home please respect that” I nodded I could respect that but it was going to be hard to stop I had better find a way home soon or I might get myself into a bit of trouble “Now if you don't have any other questions I think it's about time for dinner don't you?” there were still plenty of things I wanted to ask but I was hungry “Wait dinner? How long did I sleep like eight hours?”again that condescending smile well maybe it wasn't condescending but right now if felt like it was “The days are longer here so it was more like fourteen hours” my jaw dropped “Fourteen hours no wonder I was hungry” “I’m afraid so, getting used to the time change might be a little hard at first so if you need to sleep during the day don't hesitate” “Just because you have me in a crib and diaper doesn't mean I’m a baby I just must be sick or something” “I’m sure you're right” she said with that annoying smile of hers “now may I carry you into the kitchen? it would be a long walk for you” I thought about it and as much as I hated the idea of being carried like some dumb baby my need for food and see more of the house won out “Fine“ I said slowly and she lowered the rails on the crib “I’m going to pick you up now are you ready?” my heart started racing but I nodded and her strong arms picked me up with ease and held me against her chest with my head on her shoulder. She walked us out of her room into what looked like a lounge room that had a collection of wrapped boxes before I could get a good look we were in a hallway then the kitchen “your going to hate this but I’m sorry its the only thing I have for now” she gently lifted me off her and into what looked like a high chair “your fucking joking right” she sat me down then looked at me with a look that went something like did you really just use a word I asked you not too “shit sorry” I just couldn't help myself, she shook her head and strapped me in and left the room “where are you going I called after her” oh shit she was getting something to punish me I just knew it. She returned with something in her hand “oh crap” and I closed my eyes bracing myself for… I didn't know what but for something and something sweet entered my mouth I opened my eyes and Rose was looking in the fridge, I pulled the thing out of my mouth and looked at it, it was another pacifier “ah Rose not to bitch about your punishment style or nothing but how is this a punishment?” the teat of the pacifier was coated in something sweet after all, Rose came back over to me and took back the pacifier “it’s not” she said and pushed it back into my mouth then touched the shield and the teat of the pacifier expanded in my mouth “shit” I said around the pacifier and she touched the shield again only for the teat to expand a second time “the fuck…” she smiled and shook her head “your a bit of a slow learner aren't you” and she touched the shield again this time I couldn't speak I just crossed my arms to show my disapproval “oh don't pout I could wash your mouth out with soap if you would prefer” I shook my head and uncrossed my arms “I didn't think so” and she clipped the plastic chain of the pacifier to my shirt and went back to the fridge, I tried pulling the pacifier out again but it was no good “which do you prefer chicken or beef?” she asked holding up the largest chicken breast I had ever seen in one hand and what looked like mince in the other strangely enough my first thought was how do you keep meat good in the fridge but I suppose that was a question for another time, I pointed to the chicken thankfully I wasn't a vegetarian girl or those choices would have sucked “sounds good” and she place the mince back in the fridge “do you like curry’s?” I shook my head “not even mild ones” I thought about it for minute then wiggled my hand “ok how about I make a very mild curry?” I rolled my head back and forth to show I was thinking about it then nodded my agreement, she went to preparing the food “since we are going to be living together I thought we should have some ground rules and we can build from there” she turned to face me rolling my eyes she merely smirked at me “every place needs order to survive” I just raised my hand and made the talkie gesture “keep that up and I’ll put those hands in mittens so you can't use those fingers” I stopped it but glared at her “first rule I think you have found the hard way no cursing please” I mimed laughing at her “second you are free to roam the house but if a door is locked please do not attempt to enter” like there was anything I could do about it anyway but it did get me wondering what she was hiding “third… hmm I think we will have to make the rest as we go on” I just sighed and shook my head. She hadn't said anything for quite some time when she turned to me with a spoon “since its our first day together I’m going to remove that pacifier if you can promise to not swear again” I grimaced and shook my head, she touched the shield and I pulled the pacifier out of my mouth “what do you mean no?” she asked “I mean I can't promise that... they are my go to words” I replied and rubbed my mouth “I really ha… don't like that thing” she smiled “see you can manage it” I shrugged “now here taste this” I just looked at it “come on I think I have earned a little bit of trust by now” “I don't have much trust for a giant that keeps me like a pet I thought and continued to look at it “fine” and she took the first part of the spoon full of rice “happy” I shrugged and took hold of the large spoon to guide it to my mouth and took a bite “I think that will do” it had the mildest hint of curry it was actually quite nice all things considered “wonderful I’ll serve it up” Rose made short work of plating everything, she surprised the hell out of me by bringing out a plastic tray that clipped to the high chair I was in “seriously?” “I’m sorry but it's the only chair I currently have in your size” “this is degrading as…” I caught myself not out of respect for her rules but because I came up with an idea while she was cooking it wasn't a smart plan not even a good plan but it was the best I could come up with so far and for that I needed to make her like me, rose placed a plate full of curry in front of me surprisingly it was the right size, Rose picked up the spoon that was to small for her and scooped a small amount of the curry off my plate and held it to me, fuck me “Rose thank you for your help and all but may I try feeding myself?” she thought about it for a moment then handed the spoon to me “please take small bites” I nodded and took a bite, chewed and swallowed “wow this is fantastic” I said, Rose visibly relaxed a bit and had a mouthful from her own plate “Rose there's something I wanted to ask you” I prepared the next spoonful and like I had done hundreds of times before I placed the food in my mouth and began to ask my question “do you think…” my throat tightened and I knew that I was choking, the spoon dropped to the tray and I held my throat almost immediately I felt slaps on my back and I coughed up the rice “thank you” I wheezed “I told you to go slow now I’m feeding you” I groaned inwardly but I could salvage this “yeah you're probably right” I said letting her feed me a few bites before I tried again “do you think you could help me get home?” she looked at me “you are home honey” this pissed me off but I held it in check “I mean back to my world, I cant even eat properly in this world” “I’m afraid I can't do that sweety” “WHY NOT” I screamed “YOU ARE HOLDING ME AGAINST MY WILL, I WANT TO GO BACK HOME” I swiped the plate onto the floor where it clattered, Rose sighed “please calm down EmmaI just…” “NO I WANT TO GO HOME JUST LET ME LEAVE I HATE YOU!” it was obvious that hurt her but she took it well “I know that you may hate me but I love you” “LIKE A FUCKING PET I’M SURE YOU DO” “maybe you need another nap” “I DON'T NEED A FUCKING NAP I NEED TO GO HOME” she didn't reply just unbuckled me from the chair and picked me up I kicked and punched for all I could and she placed a hand over my arms so of course I bit her and didn't let go, Rose winced but didn't let go either, my mouth was flooded with a metallic taste and I realised that I had drawn blood, I couldn't keep biting her with that taste and I let go she continued to walk calmly to the room. We entered the room and she laid me in the crib “LET ME GO LET ME GO” I continued to scream “I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU LET ME GO” Rose picked up the bear and looked at it “did you know I made him for you so that even when I’m not with you you would know that I still loved you” and she placed the bear next to me I immediately took it and through the bear to the other side of the room “I DON'T NEED YOUR STUPID BEAR OR YOUR LOVE JUST LET ME GO HOME” Rose calmly walked over and picked up the bear and placed him at the other end of the crib and draped the blanket over me but I through it off, Rose closed the curtain and walked over to the doorway “you may not think so but I do love you” she said and closed the door “FUCK YOU” I screamed back at her. I continued to kick and scream for what felt like hours until I couldn't continue my throat hurt from the screaming and my legs hurt from kicking the bars so I did the only thing I could do I sat down on my padded ass and rubbed my feet. I was laying down facing the wall when the door to the room finally opened “are you hungry?” came Rose's voice “go away” I said softly “don't be like that, I am quite aware that littles have a hard time controlling their emotions sometimes and don't hold it against you” “please leave me alone” I heard a plate being set down on the dresser and footsteps came over to the crib “come on you only had a few bites just come and eat then I’ll let you be again” I turned to face her “no thank you please leave me alone” and I turned back to face the wall, I heard Rose sigh then felt her arms lift me up, I didn't fight her it was clear to me now that I was powerless to do anything against her. She walked back over to the dresser and picked up the plate and sat down on the chair, she adjusted me so I was sitting on her lap but restting in her arms, the plate was placed on her other leg and she scooped up a small portion and held it close to my mouth “please eat I don't want to force you” I looked at the spoon for a moment then opened my mouth to accept the food “thank you” she said and was sat like that her feeding me for a couple of minutes when she spoke again “I may not be able to help you get home…” my temper started to flare again “but that doesnt mean I won't try and help you feel more comfortable here” my temper eased a bit and took another bite of curry it really was good “could I lose the diapers and get some normal clothes?” I asked softly, this may be a prison but that didn't mean it couldn't be a nicer prison “I see no problem with you having some clothes similar to your birth world but the diapers…” she trailed off and I looked up at her “ah… well… would you meet me halfway and try pull ups for a little while?” I took a few moments to think it through, well from what I had seen from little kids the pull ups were at least thinner than diapers and surely anything had to be thinner than these stupid diapers, I let out a sigh then said “sure why not” “thank you Emma it's just till we see if you can hold it” this both annoyed and embarrassed me at the same time I was toilet trained when I was like three the fact she thought I wasn't was a bit insulting but it did get me out of these diapers “how about the crib?” I asked “Do you want a bed like mine?” I looked over at her bed and shuttered “ah yea but more my size I think it would be a pain to get into bed if it was that sized” she smiled down at me “finnish your curry and then I have something I want to show you.” I finished eating and Rose carried me on her hip through the house but I didn't pay much attention to my surroundings I was too focused on her hand, it was now covered in a bandage and I had no guilt over it no matter how nice she was being I still wanted to escape I would just have to be smarter about it. Rose opened the door and I saw a sky blue room with a small bed, a full sized dresser, toys galore and crap a diaper changing table “so I was thinking this could be your room if you wanted” I gave it another look over then looked up at Rose who was looking down at me “is the changing table necessary?” I asked, she chuckled just until I go out and get you some pull ups” Rose closed the door and set me down on the floor “take a look around” she said and sat down with her legs crossed “if there's anything you don't like just let me know and we shall see what we can do” again I looked at the changing table “that's the first thing to go” Rose laughed at me “ok, ok I think we can move it” in the corner there was a collection of puzzle mats, childish but I didn't see any problem with them then my eyes fell on it, the last of the days light fell onto the toy box like the heavens were trying to reveal it to me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and walked over to the toy box and ran my hand over the lid apart from it being bigger than I remember there was no doubt “it's my… its my toy box from when I was a kid” I looked back at Rose and for a split second I could swear there was worry on her face but the smile was there before I could give it a second thought “are you sure?” she asked, I traced the foam letters that had spelt my mum’s nickname for me “Emy” I said “It was what my mum used to call me” and I opened up the lid to see inside, in one corner there was some dolls and a plastic tea set while on the other side was a tub of legos, while there was no doubt the toy chest was mine its contents were not “why do you have this?” I asked and turned to face her “Emma dear this might look like your toy box but it isn't yours, your grandmother er ah my mum brought it for you” “but the name on the front?” “Yeah well she likes cute names for littles” Now that bore some thought Rose must have known my name before I first woke up here. I grimaced and dropped the lid “good it was a terrible name any way” and I walked over to look at the books on the bookshelf. In the bookshelf I noticed a couple of books that I knew and a lot that I didn't, I pulled out the first book on the shelf and looked at it “Alice's adventures in wonderland” “Have you read it?” asked Rose “I was always meaning to but never had the time between school, friends and a weekend job” I was about to place the book back when Rose stopped me “How would you feel if I read it to you?” I thought about it for a minute “Sure why not I’ve always wanted to know how the original book compares to all the other versions” Rose moved over to me and I handed her the book “Did you want to read it in here or the lounge?” “There's nothing wrong with here” she smiled at me “I hope theres nothing wrong with your room” she put a little extra emphasis on the ‘your’ part “Why don't you curl up in your bed and I’ll read” she indicated to the crib “Why it's not like I’m going to fall asleep” “I just thought you might be more comfortable in bed, here at least let me...” she stood up and pulled the sheets and blanket off the crib and laid them on the floor next to it, she sat back on the ground with her back resting against the wall “Come sit by me I won't bite” I couldn't help myself and grinned at her “Yea thats my thing” she chuckled and patted the bedding, I came over and sat on the sheets and placed the pillow against the wall to join Rose “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll Chapter 1 Down the Rabbit Hole Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank…” Rose continued to read but I didn't notice as I slowly slipped down the wall and laid onto the sheets and rested my eyes while listening to Roses reading, before I knew it Rose's voice faded out and I was asleep.

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