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Hello!! This lovely commissioned story was submitted by @diapered jay! It is a very interesting premise and it's both like my normal style - but also a bit different! I think you all are going to enjoy this! If you have a story idea and enjoy my writing style - I still have commissions open! For $3 per 500 words! If you're interested, please either PM me here or email me at redqueen.bdsm@yahoo.com I will be updating the chapters every Wednesday & Friday! Enjoy the story!! Chapter One “I can’t believe my little boy is all grown up and heading off to college!” His mother proclaims with a small cry as the small family sits at the dinner table. Jack and his father give each other a knowing look and shake their heads. His mother was always a bit overdramatic – he was her only child after all. “I’m not a little boy anymore, ma.” He mutters under his breath as he stabs a piece of meat with his fork before eating it. “Oh, I know that!” She sighs. “You’re 18 now. It’s hard to think of you not being here anymore…it’ll be so lonely without you.” “Hey, I’ll be here now.” His father interjects. “You two know what I mean!” His mother snaps back, but then calmly adds. “I’m just going to miss you.” “I’ll miss you too, ma. I’ll visit…it’s only a few hours away. I’ve been applying for jobs around there.” “I just can’t help but worry about you, Jack! What if you can’t pay your bills? Why don’t you let us loan – “ “No!” Jack counters with a shake of his head. “I’ll be fine. I’ve been saving up all summer, and with a job, I’ll be able to make it.” He tries to sound confident, but he cannot help but be a bit worried. He knows that rent was expensive, even with roommates. Even though he had been saving his money, he would be lying to himself to say he wasn’t worried about making it on his own. The last thing he wanted or needed was his parents’ help. They’ve already done so much for him already. “You know, dear. Jack is going to be fine.” His dad says with a shake of his head. “No need to be worried so much.” “I can’t help it! I would just feel more comfortable knowing that he was with someone we trusted…not strangers…” “You know, your Aunt Jennifer lives right next to that university.” His father suggests, and Jack feels his cheeks burn slightly. Aunt Jennifer. The woman he has known since he was born. She wasn’t really his aunt, but she might as well be. She had known his parents since before they got married. She was this beautiful woman, who always liked to treat him like he was little – despite his age. “Oh!” His mother’s face suddenly lights up. “That’s right! She does live right next to the university! We should give her a call and see if she can give you a place to stay.” “W-what?!” Jack almost spits out his drink. “I don’t think that is…” “That’s a great idea,” his father replies, “would save you a lot of money on room and board…plus it would help your mother’s anxiety…which in the end, will help me.” His mother shoots her husband a look before looking back at her son. “It will be perfect! Aunt Jennifer, I’m sure, would love your company. She’s always adored you.” “I don’t know mom…” Jack says shyly, trying to hide the fact he was blushing slightly. Him living with Aunt Jennifer? It wasn’t as if he disliked her, quite the contrary. But…it would take a weight off his shoulders if he could stay with someone he knew, didn’t have to worry about paying bills and focus more on college instead. The more he thinks about it, the more it feels like the right move to make. Perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad…and after all; he was pretty much an adult now. He was confident she would treat him like one. “Okay, actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.” “Great! I’ll give her a call in the morning and ask her about it. I’m sure she will be perfectly okay with it.” “You better behave yourself though,” His father chimes in with a wink. “Oh, should I give her a warning about….you know…the problem?” His mother asks with a worried look on her face, and he could feel his face starting to turn red. “Mom…that hasn’t been an issue for a while now!” Jack exclaims, unable to look at her directly. Why did she have to bring it up? It wasn’t an issue anymore; the doctors said he would most likely outgrow it, and they were right. How long has it been anyway? Over a year at least… “Just in case! I know stress can be a big part of it and you’ll be in college…and so far away from home…” His mother replies. “I’m sure she won’t care! She used to work at a daycare, remember? Accidents are nothing to her. Perhaps you should take some protection just…” “Please, mom stop!” Jack raises his voice, trying to remain calm, but could feel his face turning a bright shade of pink. His mother and father exchange looks before his mom reaches over and pats him on his arm. “I’m sorry dear; I know it’s a sensitive topic. It was just a suggestion.” “I understand that,” Jack retorts as he threw a napkin on his plate feeling a bit frustrated, “I’m finished. I’m going to go take a shower and head to bed.” “Okay, I’ll let you know what Jennifer says in the morning.” His mom replies. “Goodnight.” “Goodnight.” Jack heads up the stairs and into the bathroom, leaning over the sink as he stares at himself in the mirror. Even though he is 18 years old, he looked to be about 15 with his baby smooth skin – as he was never able to grow much facial hair. He runs his fingers through his short, wavy brown hair as he undresses. He turns on the shower, before stepping in. It had been a while since he had seen Aunt Jennifer. The last time was around Christmas before he graduated high school. The present she gave him was one of those adult onesies that one wears to bed. It was perfect in the cold months, but of course, she had to comment on how cute and little he would look in it. Just thinking about it caused him to blush. What was it going to be like now? He exits of the shower, slips into his pajama pants and t-shirt, and slides into bed. He falls asleep quickly having a dream he later wouldn’t remember – something about Aunt Jennifer, pulling him toward her, his face leaning against her large chest. “Time to get up, kiddo!” He hears his mother outside his door. He opens his eyes slightly and groans as he rolls over; he looks down and notices his obvious hard-on pressing against the sheets. He places his hand over his dick, wondering if it had anything to do with the strange dream he had last night. He shakes his head. He’s had weirder dreams in the past that caused the same reaction. It was nothing new. He waited a few moments before he got up and walked down the stairs, where his mother had a breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast waiting for him. “There you are!” She proclaims in a happy mood. “I have some great news for you! Jennifer said she would be DELIGHTED for you to stay with her.” “That’s good,” Jack replies as he reaches into the fridge for some orange juice before sitting down at the table. “We’ll be driving you there next week – that gives you a bit time to settle in before college starts.” His mother continues. “Okay.” “She said she needed to get things ready for your arrival. I think she may spoil you.” His mother chuckles. “You used to follow her everywhere when you were younger.” “Ma, please…” Jack mumbles under his breath as he starts to butter his toast. He knows his mother meant well, but she always says embarrassing things. “I’m just saying!” His mother sighs with a shake of her head. The rest of the morning was quiet, and Jack spent the remaining of the week slowly packing up to head over to Aunt Jennifer’s house. He was quite nervous about leaving home after 18 years, about going to college, to be living with her. He took a deep breath as he thought about it; trying to calm his nerves. Everything would be okay. At least he wouldn’t be living with a stranger. The following week his parents packed up everything in their car, insisting they drive him (he had his license, but he doesn’t have a car of his own – most of his money saved up for school). The next few hours were spent in silence, although a few times he could hear his mother crying in the front seat, obviously worried about her only son leaving the nest. They finally pull up to a small house in a quiet neighborhood, only a few blocks from the university. Jack could easily walk there with no trouble. As his father pulls into the driveway, Jack notices Aunt Jennifer standing barefoot and smiling at the family by the open front door. Is a gorgeous amazon; tall, athletic with curves, and large breasts. She wears her shoulder-length, wavy, brunette hair loose. She’s wearing a low-cut t-shirt and tight pants. Jack shifts his weight in his seat as his mother and father exit the car. “Jennifer!” his mother squeals as the two women hug each other. “Thank you so much for doing this!” “The pleasure is all mine!” Aunt Jennifer replies happily as Jack finally gets out of the car and makes his way over to her. Excitedly she asks, “We are going to have a lot of fun, right?” The instant change in her voice as she talks to him, causes him to blush slightly. “Thank you, Aunt Jennifer.” He shyly mumbles under his breath as he sees his father starting to grab his things from the car. “Second bedroom to the left.” Aunt Jennifer calls out to him. “You better be good,” His mother says, before hugging him tightly, “I’m going to miss you so much!” “I’ll miss you too, ma.” He replies. “Don’t worry, Denise, he’ll be in good hands. I’ll take care of him.” Aunt Jennifer reassures, causing his mother to smile. “I know.” After a few tearful goodbyes and many long hugs and kisses from his mother, he watches as they drive away. He turns his attention on the beautiful woman that was standing beside him. She looks down at him (for she was a few inches taller than him,), and smiles. “Well, we are going to have a lot of fun, aren’t we?” He had no idea what was in store for him when he walked through those doors.

Hey everyone, I'm a hobby writer and would love to get some feedback regarding my current story (incomplete). I'm aware that there will be an excess of spelling mistakes and errors as I often write on my phone and transfer it into my working document as I go. Cheers LOVE PLUSH.pdf

The most annoying time is when my wife requires to stop the car at rest stops to have a diaper check. It normally happens during long car rides. She opens up the back of my diaper to check and feels the front. If it is not wet she will at least sprinkle a bir of powder in the back to keep the smell. She will also from time to time give me a baby bottle to relax during the car ride. It is usually filled with milk but sometimes just water or juice.

Wow, no thanks on that. I’m not real keen on messing my diaper and as such she thinks that a messy diaper is a fitting punishment. I think the worst part of it is a two way tie between clean up and smell. It did indeed get me motor running. It was like the engergizer bunny. It just kept going and going and going.

As far as the mechanics, I didn't pick up on a lot of problems other than sentence fragments. I do notice you use passive tense ("had done" instead of "did", "something was done by someone" instead of "someone did something") quite a bit. You might consider rephrasing some things to create more of an assertive, action tone. The story itself (I'm on page 136 at this point) is interesting. I'm not sure how far you're intending to go, but that was a hell of a long setup. (No spoilers given or accepted!)

Chapter 7 “Please, June” I pleaded with my housemate as she watched me squirm by the kitchen sink, “I need to go now and I don’t think I could make it to the bathroom even if it was empty” The feeling below was getting painful, I was at the stage where my body was almost doubled up, my bladder sending desperate messages to my brain that it needed to expel the waste liquid. “Dan, I don’t like repeating myself, you do not use that sink to urinate in” June forcefully replied, “I’ve warned you once, do not try it or there will be repercussions” Now at this point, with my body going into painful spasms, I did nt even think about the looming threat of physical violence, yes I was aware that June had spent some time in the TA, and I’d even seen YouTube videos of her wrestling with other ‘soldiers’ at the unarmed combat shows they had put on, but that was furthest from my mind when I decided to ignore the irate woman standing in front of me and use the sink to piss in. I turned away from June and reached down to my trousers with my right hand, clasped the zip and drew it to the bottom. It was then that I felt a body slam into mine from behind and a very strong arm reach around and fix itself across my throat, I was caught off balance and it did nt take a lot of force to pull me back and wrestle me to the ground, a plate and two glasses followed me as I knocked them from the sideboard trying to stay upright. Once on the floor I felt two legs hook around the inside of my own, forcing them apart and taking away any leverage that I could use to try regain my footing. As I struggled June put her head on my shoulder and hissed at me “I fucking told you boy, you do not piss in the sink” she was angry now, “Right, baby, I’m going to keep you locked in this position for as long as necessary for you to fill your nappy, so you might as well do as your told” I made a last weak effort to try and get to my feet but there was no getting away from the grip June had me in. I pleaded with my assailant, “Please June, Please, PLEASE” but the battle was lost before the last word left my mouth, my control on my bladder had given up and I was filling another nappy with urine. June must have felt my body relax and give in to its fate. As my padded underwear got thicker around by balls due to the liquid it was absorbing she whispered into my ear “That’s it pissy pants, you use a babies nappy, use it like the little boy you are. Make sure that it’s all wet” She almost spat the words “Pissy pants” out, still angry that I had tried to defy her and use the kitchen sink.. I heard the words but I did nt listen, there was a bigger issue that I had right then, all the effort I had originally put in to holding back my wee had taken so much out of my system that when it eventually relaxed it was nt just my bladder that was emptying, my bowels had also given in, and a soft poop was working its way out of my anus and into my nappy. The realisation that I had just shit myself for the first time in decades hit me like a hammer blow, and as the soft mush joined the warm piss in my disposable nappy I felt a surge of adrenaline, probably thanks to embarrassment, and managed to roll my body over so that June was now on top of me, thus making it easier to get back on my feet. June dug her ‘hooks’ in further, trying to take away any momentum I had, and she rolled my back over with ease. I was not going to give up easy, twice more I tried the escape manoeuver, both times June reacted speedily, regaining the upper hand with ease. I was just building up the strength for one last try when June released her grip. “Urrrrrgggghhhh” June jumped to her feet and moved away from me “You’ve shit yourself, have nt you?” she said with a sneer. “You stink!” What could I say, she was right, not only had I again wet a nappy like a little baby but I has also lost control of my bowels and pooped into the protection as well. I could nt even lie as the smell of faeces was heavy in the air and was probably what had made June realise and release her hold in the first place. I looked deep into the mocking eyes of my flat mate as I got to my feet, my trousers were still loose after I had try to open them earlier and they fell around my ankles, revealing my crinkly disposable to June. “Ha, ha, ha”, June laughed heartily, “Look at the bubba in his dirty nappy!” I did nt even bother to reach down and pull my trousers up to cover myself, I just bowed my head, closing my eyes I tried to think of a credible excuse or reason (fat chance) of why a grown man had just soiled a nappy like little baby boys do, when my thoughts were interrupted by another voice in the room. “What on earth was all that noise and smashing of glasses I could hear from upstairs?” Lotty had finished her bath and had come downstairs to see what all the commotion was. Her question died on her lips as she muttered “What the fuuu………ha hah ha” I lifted my head to see Lotty standing by the door pointing her finger at me “Who’s the baby?” she said through her now tears of laugher “That’s baby Dan, and he’s just used his nappy to piss and shit” June said as she joined in laughing I glanced at Lotty, then June and then returned my eyes to the floor, the sounds of laughter ringing in my ears and I could feel myself getting emotional listening to their mocking taunts. June repeated over and over again “say you’re a baby”, “say you’re a baby”. Not wanting to be physically assaulted again due to my fear of being over powered like last time and drained through the shame of being caught using a nappy I felt the first tear fall from my right eye as I gave in and whispered “I’m a baby” I looked up at the two housemates hoping that my admission would bring an end to my humiliation and that by uttering the ‘magic’ words I would be allowed to sort myself out. No such luck, the minute my eyes found Lotty’s I spotted the i-phone in her hand, I saw the flash go off twice before I could react. “You wait until I send this to my FB page” Lotty grinned “Everyone is going to see you for the baby you are” As if a bolt of lightning had struck me, the mention of Facebook galvanised me and I began to move towards my tormenter, wanting to snatch the phone and delete any photographic evidence that I had been wearing and using a nappy. But my trousers were still round my ankles and the slow speed that I could only manage to shuffle was never going to bring the desired result. In a last major effort to catch Lotty, who was now retreating to the hallway, laughing as she went, I tried to shake clear one foot from the clothing that was restricted my progress. That was a mistake, my left foot could not move any more and with a thud I fell on my butt. As I landed I could feel the squishy poop in my nappy splat around my balls, covering my testes with a warm thick gloop. The sight of me falling to the floor like a little toddler only encouraged more laughter from the girls and to the sound of their mocking tones I felt any chance I had to hold back further tears disappear. “What’s happening here?” Karen had entered the room and must have seen my fall to the ground. Through her laughter June explained to Karen that I had tried to use the sink as a toilet but ended up shitting my nappy. On hearing the news Karen did nt laugh, or even smile, she just gave me a loving look and opened her arms wide for me to go cuddle her. With my trousers still wrapped around my ankles I found getting to my feet no easier, so I crawled the short distance to my salvation and as I got there I raised myself on my knees and I was soon in the arms warm embrace of my ‘mummy’, my head rested on her soft bosom as I broke down fully, now allowing heart breaking sobs to come forth from the pit of my soul “There, there Danny boy, don’t worry, Mummy is here now” Karen said as she softly stroked my hair. She then turned to my two tormenters, “Shame on you ladies, you both know I like my little boy to use his nappy”. As I sobbed deep into her breast as she turned her attention back to me “Come on little one, let’s get you cleaned up” “My bath water is still in if you want to clean the baby’s shitty bum” Lotty smirked “First left at the top of the stairs” “Thank you” Karen said in acknowledgment and took my hand and led me up the stairs. With every step I took up the stair case I could feel the heavy nappy smearing the poop into my bum and under carriage. I held Karen’s hand tightly as she opened the door and took me inside. “Right, let’s get the dirty nappy off you” Karen said as she stood in front of me. She reached and undid the top tapes, holding the underneath of the disposable she released the bottom tapes using a very small clean spot to wipe as much of the poop as she could. Balling it up she placed it on the floor, she then reached for the baby wipes on the side (that the girls used for make-up removal) and cleaned most of the remaining mess. “Step into the bath, sweetie whilst I’ll go and ask the girls for a towel for you” I got into the tub as Karen left the room. Laying there in the warm water I felt the angst of the last hour of my life just melt away. I was grateful to Karen, the feelings of having a beautiful protector made my heart swell. The comfortable position I was in, both mentally and physically must have relaxed me so much that I dropped off to sleep, the next thing I remember was Karen softly stroking my head “Hey baby, let’s get you out of the bath now, you’ve been in here ages” she whispered I gave her a sleepy smile as I scanned the room with my eyes. I could see that Karen had got some clothes for me, my attention was then diverted as Karen held open the fluffy white towel she was holding. Beckoning me to get up out of the bath “Come on, let me dry you” I got out and Karen preceded to rub me down with the warm towel, all the while whispering soothing things in my ear about how I was a “Beautiful clean boy” and how “I smelled like a lovely little baby” She paid special attention to my genitals and back passage making sure that they were very well cleaned as she did nt want me to “be sore”. Once dry I reached for the clothes on the side that Karen had got whilst I was asleep, only to have my hand slapped “Baby, I’ll be doing the dressing, I’ll take care of you” Karen said, “Now I’ve already packed a bag for you which I’ve put in the car. You have one work suit for tomorrow and the rest are casual clothes for your weeks stay” I smiled, it really was actually nice to have a beautiful woman want to take care of me. “So, because of the stress you had earlier and how you were caught short, I’d like to put you in a nappy for the journey. Whilst I know it’s only a short way to my house I’d rather be safe than sorry” 48 hoursw ago I would have laughed at such a suggestion but I now thought it made sense. I mean I would nt use it and of course I could take it off as soon as I got to Karen’s house. The only worry I had was again that any padding I was wearing might be visible or even audible to people who saw me out of the house. As though she’d read my thoughts Karen continued “And don’t worry baby, I’ve got you a pair of your baggy tracksuit bottoms here that will hide any extra bulk around your back side”. “Now just sit there whilst I powder your lower region and dress you in your nappy” Trying to keep my sexual excitement to a minimum, that a beautiful lady was intimately touching me, I closed my eyes and concentrated on thinking of other things. Soon I was bought back to reality when Karen ushered me to my feet to make sure the nappy was taped up tight. Again the nappy did nt feel too bulky, certainly not like the one that Karen had put me in the previous evening, but as I stepped into my baggy sweats I realised that it was just as noisy as the one I had worn and used, before my bath. It crackled as my bottoms were pulled up and over it and once fully dressed I swear I could clearly hear it as Karen led me by my hand down the stairs and into the car. “Now I’ve got most of the supplies we need for the week, so are you ready for an adventure?” Karen said as she opened the passenger door for me. I nodded silently and sat down feeling the extra padding I was wearing. I turned to the front door of the house and saw June and Lotty standing there laughing. They called over to Karen just as she was about to step into the car “Take care of the likkle baby poopy pants for us” June shouted I buried my head in my hands hoping no one was in the street and had heard the words. Karen replied that they need nt worry and that I’d be looked after as though I was “the most precious thing in the whole wide world” I was very grateful when I heard the car engine turn over and felt us pull away from the parking spot. By the time I opened my eyes we were almost half way on the short journey to Karen’s house. “I just need to make a stop at the small local supermarket Dan, there was a couple of things I could nt get earlier” “Okay” I replied and smiled at Karen. A minute later we were pulling up at the local Tesco’s Extra store. It was obviously a busy Sunday evening as there were cars everywhere and annoyingly for us no spaces to park the car. “Baby, I’m not going to be able to park the car here” Karen said looking at me. “Would you mind taking this list and getting the stuff on it whilst I drive round the block. I’ll return to pick you up” A look of panic must have come across my face as I realised that I’d have to go into the shop wearing a disposable nappy under my track suit, “But………” Karen interrupted me “Don’t worry you’ll be alright, now take this list and this money and you can be as quick as you like” She gestured with her eyes for me to go “Go on baby, it will be okay” I left the car and turned to watch Karen’s car pull away. With a deep sigh I started to walk towards the shop entrance, trying hard not to make the nappy I was wearing crinkle any further than I felt it already was. As I got through the doors I had a look around to see if I recognised anyone. At first glance, although the shop was packed with people, I could nt see anyone I knew. Perhaps I had been lucky, the shop was noisy enough with all the hustle and bustle that no one would hear my plastic backed underwear, so I looked at the list that Karen had given me. There were three items on the list, from the top it read 2 babies bottles – biggest size possible A pack of baby wipes A dummy/pacifier – choose what design you think is best My heart missed a beat, knowing that Karen did nt have a young child, there were two alternatives, either she was buying them for a friend or they were for me. Deep down I knew which of the options it was, and I was now going to have to buy three baby items whilst wearing a disposable baby's nappy.

Great new chapter. You can’t help but feel sorry for Psi. Poor kid is being kept as a lab rat. I was glad to see he took the protection for his nightly problems. It angers me that he is restrained while trying to relax and sleep. I was supper glad I got a like back to give to this story. I am really looking forward to reading more.

The tapes on ABU bambino and rearz as well as other abdl brands I've used I know for a fact are bomb proof I use all 3 regularly and when I put my diaper on the tapes always get refastened at least 3 times some times 7 or 8 and don't have problems in my experience the tapes on medical diapers Abena Tena Molicare And better dry/crinklz were worthless and I had to use duct tape to make them stay in place good luck please feel free to pm me with questions

Well you weren't far off ,it did make his motor run and increased tail pipe emissions substantially ,however Women as rule don't do car maintenance ,so they are a lucky little Porsche ! Sent from my SM-T810 using Tapatalk

ABUniverse Simple Ultras (wet ones at that, due for a change). Mommy said I wasn’t wet enough to change yet so I had to wet my diaper 2 more times

You are doing an excellent job with this story and I hope the dreaded BLOCK does not attack you. Please Keep the words coming so that we, your fans, can be entertained by your wisdom and talent.

3 day Update: So the stent's been in this whole time. The most it's moved this whole time is less than 1 cm outwards, from me bearing down on my bladder particularly hard. Because of this I'm now pretty confident this stent won't get lost in my bladder. There was some initial discomfort, but it's been going down over time, which further reinforces the idea that the retrieval line is the source. This is somewhat unfortunate, since it's always better to have a retrieval line and not need it. However, now it's pretty certain that a retrieval line makes this stent design un-useable for more than a few hours, at least for me. That being said, there is good news. First of all, the stent is really comfortable. Whereas before, certain positions and movements would cause sudden surges of discomfort, now, there's none of that. This stent is pretty much at the level of me not noticing it's there, unless I'm looking for it. I haven't taken it out once since I put it in, and I have no desire to do so for the foreseeable future. Let's see how long it ends up staying. The other news is that now that I've had a chance to wear it for longer, I've found its effects to be simply amazing. I can confidently say that I'm well and truly incontinent with this thing in. And since I barely notice the stent, and there's no visible retrieval line, this is as close as one can get on a temporary, reasonably safe basis. I'm constantly dribbling. Everything I do has to be planned around this. The dripping doesn't stop or slow down just because I'm walking to the shower, or in the process of changing. If If I realize my diaper is leaking and I haven't prepared a new one yet, I'll have to lay down a tower beneath my feet while I fold the diaper. When I walk out of the shower, I have to use a tower to catch the dripping. Another advantage of this is that I can nearly constantly feel this, which is something a catheter can't replicate. However, this dripping only happens once my bladder is slightly inflated, maybe 20 ml. This amount changes based on my position though, so depending on when it is exactly, there may be some urine in my bladder. Urine especially pools while sitting or lying down. Because of this, I also experience significant stress incontinence. Walking definitely empties my bladder over 10 or so steps, and I can feel a small gush every step of the way. Certain movements, coughing, ect. also cause a small gush. The best part though, is that after a few days, my body has gotten used to operating with the stent in. My body seems to have accepted the stent into the urinary system, and is working with it instead of against. Remember that 20 or so ml of urine that normally has to fill my bladder before I drip? Well if my bladder fills more than that the micturition reflex actually kicks in, and my bladder starts squeezing! This sometimes happens when I stand, depending on how much dripping my position has allowed. But It happens very often when I'm sitting or lying down. I urinate between 30-100 ml, depending on how full my bladder was allowed to get. My body has gotten used to this function to the extent that my bladder starts squeezing without me having to put conscious thought into it. Normally this would just cause the outer sphincter to clench, and me to feel a stronger urge. But now that the stent is disabling the outer sphincter, there's absolutely nothing I can do to stop the stream. Plus, anything that causes a psychological urge, like being near running water, also causes this to happen. The reason this is great is because in my past stent experiences, I found that positions which block the dripping flow tend to make the bladder fill up quite a bit. It would build up to a noticeable urge, and it was hard to get urination started because my body was unused to the feeling of the stent. As a result, it was easier to just push down with my abdomen to squeeze the bladder, which really defeats the point of using a stent to make urination involuntary. Lying down was even worse in this regard, and this made sleeping stented not live up to the blissful ideal I had of it. But now my bladder has taken up the task of emptying itself through the stent whenever it feels the slightest bit full. This is ideal for sleeping stented, because I don't have to think about it at all, and there's no distracting urge to pee keeping me up, which is something that's bothered me all my life. Furthermore, there's just something about a true urination stream, not just dripping or a small gush, which you have zero control over. And lastly, this is the most true, baby-like form of incontinence. Your body urinates in small, but significant chunks. It goes when it wants, and you have no say in the matter. You are blissfully unaware, until the very moment you feel the slightest urge, and you feel the urine begin flowing, and the wetness spreading. As I said, we'll see how long I end up keeping it in this time. Only time will tell if this stent design has been perfected to my body, but based on the past 3 days, I'm hopeful. I think this stent just might be an indefinite on/off switch for my continence. Best of luck to those of you still working on your prototypes.

Chapter 5: Action at a Distance Psi had never seen the Psionicists’ faces, but he knew their voices well. The first one had a gravelly voice, and he always spoke first: “Beginning Testing Log number alpha-one-dash-one-seven-six. Time and date: 1042, April 22nd, 27XX. Subject name: Psi. This experiment will ask Psi to levitate, translate, and physically manipulate multiple objects. Is the video feed on?” “Yes, Doctor.” Came the second Psionicist, a woman who sounded much younger. “Good. Psi, are you comfortable?” the first asked. “Yes, Doctor. I’m ready.” Said Psi, twitching on his seat. The testing room was a blank, tiled lab divided into “his” space, where he sat, and samples for him to work on were placed on a table; and the “doctors’” space, where they recorded his performance from behind a one-way window. The high-backed chair that he sat in during tests felt like the softest thing in the world, and he wondered if it had been built specifically to contour around his body. Whenever he sat here, they affixed heart monitors and other uncomfortable electrodes to his chest. Once the doctors had come to trust him, they stopped restraining him to prevent tampering, and he knew in kind not to try getting up until they were done. “Good.” Said the first. “Psi, please begin by raising the cube of Osmium on the table in front of you. Slowly bring it to about eye level.” Psi nodded and focused intently at the object. The cube was a dull, silvery blue metal, and about the size of the palm of his hand. By appearances, it weighed maybe half a kilogram. He reached out to it with his ability, feeling its surface and the contours of its edges collide with his consciousness. He urged it up, and it resisted, nudging only barely across the table. This thing was much heavier than what he was used to. He tried again, grasping the cube on all sides and willing it up, with just a bit more determination. His pulse began to rise on the doctors’ monitors. The cube lifted, shaking slightly from the table and coming to level with his face. He suspended it there, waiting for the doctors to speak. “Objective one completed. The mass of the Osmium is 1.5 kilograms, contrasting with 0.5 kilograms of Iron in last week’s test. This supports the claim that Psi’s ability is not influenced by Ferromagnetism. Psi, please move the block to your right by a few inches. After that, move it to your left then and bring it to the four corners of the room. Don’t bring it up or down.” “Okay.” Psi consciously unfurled his brow, trying not to strain himself as he nudged the cube ever so slightly right. This was a delicate process, as pushing it too far sideways would cause him to lose his hold below it, and it would fall. Carefully, he moved it as ordered, letting it stop near the edge of the table. He took a moment to rest his mind and the moved it left, with similar results. He managed over the next few minutes to make a circuit of the room, finally moving the cube back in front of him. “Objective two completed.” The second Psionicist chose this point to chime in. “The test log should note the lack of aerodynamic disturbance produced by the Psionic force. The area affected is not determined by proximity, but by the object on which Psi is focusing.” Psi heard an affirmative grunt from the first. “Now Psi, try to spin the cube in place. Do not let it fall.” “O-Okay.” As Psi set about his newest task he began to struggle somewhat. His attention could only be divided so many ways, and every additional use of his power taxed his body a little more. Killing a Sagittarian—like he had the other day—was complicated enough to knock him out, but even these small tasks could tire him. Like a flick of a finger, he urged one edge of the cube to spin, letting it rotate in place. His ability created no friction, and it spun rather quickly, slowed only by the air. “Objective three completed. Psi’s demonstration shows that he can generate forces acting with up to three degrees of freedom.” The second one spoke again. “See the cardiogram and brain wave readouts? He’s under a lot more stress relative to last week’s trial with Iron.” “We will. The exertion seems to scale with mass, not surface area.” Replied the first. “Now Psi, please take the cube of Osmium apart.” “W-what?” stuttered Psi. He felt a throb in his forehead, where the focusing was beginning to hurt. “Use your ability to tear the cube apart into as many pieces as you’d like. Think of it like what you do to the Sagittarians. When you’re asked to kill one, you cause it to fall to pieces and dissolve. Try to replicate that with this metal. Take your time if you need to.” Psi thought on that for a moment. He’d never considered trying to wrench a thing in half with his ability, only pushing or pulling or—in the bugs’ case—communing with it. It was impossible to explain. At least that’s how he liked to think of it. After about a minute, he heard the older voice again. “Psi, are you going to cooperate? We don’t want a repeat of your first few sessions.” The voice feigned concern, nearly bringing him to anger. But he knew that if he started to fight, they’d send in an orderly to restrain or sedate him, just like those times. “Y-yes. Trying.” Psi’s left eye twitched as he felt around the cube, searching for a crack his mind could pierce into. Its surface was almost perfectly smooth, and he every attempt he made to force it open recoiled back into him like a Psychic tremor. He was beginning to get tired, and the cube wobbled in its levitation. “Check the Cardiogram, Doctor.” Said the first voice. “182, Doctor. Should we pause?” Asked the second one. “Not yet, give him a moment. I think we may be approaching a breakthrough.” Both went totally quiet as Psi hurled his mind against the cube. His heart was pounding in his chest now, tiny bits of perspiration growing on his brow. The cube didn’t want to break, and its molecules were fighting his distant touch admirably. The exertion of it was making him tired, and the doctors’ lack of concern was frustrating him. This combination began boiling over in his thumping head, causing his mind to race. Psi’s stimulated mind recalled his various experiences with the doctors. He thought of the taser that someone had used to sedate him once, and how it had ached for days afterwards. He cringed to think of the glass from yesterday, and how he’d so quickly lost his temper and sent a shudder through it in his rage. The sensation of it cracking under his grasp had unnerved him, like he’d broken something precious by accident. And the look on that doctor’s face—what was her name again, Petra?—had accelerated his spiral into a fit. He was at risk of losing his composure, but the cube was near buckling now! He could do it, even if the pops coming from his sinus usually meant a nosebleed would follow soon. He could feel it giving way, and the surge of adrenaline from his anger was aiding him. Feeling light-headed, he gave a final surge of power to the cube, but before he could break it his focus shattered. The mental hand that held the cube aloft dissipated, and the cube spun like a ricocheted bullet into the wall, chipping bits of ceramic off as it fell to the floor. Psi inhaled deeply, only then realizing he’d been holding his breath. Tiny flecks of light clouded his vision, and the doctors were still silent. “I need to stop!” he shouted. “Psi, are you okay?” asked the first Psionicist. “I-I-I’m done. I-I want to stop NOW!” He continued panting as the moisture from his sweat began rolling down his body. With horror he realized a bit of pee was trickling out of his bladder, and he clamped down to staunch the flow. “We’re not finished with the experiment, Psi. You can take a minute, and we’ll send someone in with water, but you need to pick up that cube and try again. We know you can do it.” “C-can’t w-we do it tomorrow?” he begged. He squirmed in his seat as the sweat from his concentration seeped over him. “I-I’m really tired.” “You’ve come so close, Psi. Each new insight you give us brings us closer to a solution, and we can’t wait forever. A lot of people are relying on you. I’m sure you don’t want to let them down.” Psi hated that tone of theirs. “A-are they really counting on me? You a-always say that, but I never hear from any of them!” They’d always told him this from the day he’d been locked up here. Whenever Mister Casimir stopped by he repeated that same line in his pep-talk, and it had long since begun to feel fake. He sat on the edge of the chair as if about to jump out and staring angrily where he thought the Psionicists were. “Psi, sit back down. You need to calm yourself. Just take a moment and focus on the cube. We’ll make progress that wa—” “Fine! I’ll give you your cube!” Psi spat and glared down at the now slightly dented cube. With a burst of will he raised it to his height and then flung it off into the one-sided window like a toy. It didn’t shatter the screen like he’d expected, but a gasp told him it had shocked the doctors behind it. “Is that enough?” he shouted. With that Psi ripped the electrodes from his chest and went for the door, padding into the hallway without his shirt. If they were going to restrain him again, then he’d at least get to walk into it. As the door shut behind him, Psi heard one final exchange. “Doctor, call Mister Olbia to bring him back. We may need to put him down for a bit. I’m very sorry, Commander, but this was an anomalous incident. He is usually much more cooperative…” -- Psi’s home on level 4C was just a slice of a cross-section of one of Wing orbital’s rotating spokes. Once trapped there he had soon discovered the only way out was in an elevator, which Psi never had access to, or through a window to outer space, which he found comical. Walking out of an appointment and frustrating his handlers was its own little escape though, and he began to cheer up while walking—more skipping—in the partial gravity corridors. Those halls were always near-deserted, and the people who did traverse them were usually doing something related to his confinement. He rounded a corner and reached down to scratch his inner thigh, where the stain of his mild wetting had been subsumed by the dampness of his sweat. Psi had felt a rash developing there recently. Perhaps it had to do with the wet beds he’d been waking up in. A part of him wanted to ask Albert to help him, but he blushed at the thought of asking his warden for something so intimate—especially since Albert was remaking his sheets for him each morning. Eventually he stopped at a waiting room of sorts, where chairs were arrayed against the viewports for guests to sit while awaiting test results. He leaned against the window and counted stars while his head cooled. Psi heard Albert coming a few minutes later. The man’s reflection in the viewport looked rather impatient at having his usual break interrupted. “Are you ready to go back, Psi? You’re far too old to be throwing fits like this.” His arms were crossed. Albert always seemed reluctant to physically restrain him, and so he usually asked first. Psi was never sure if that was due to the man’s discomfort around him or fear. “I-it depends. W-where do I have to go next?” “You’ve managed to mess up your schedule again, but there’s still time for your physical. They’ll be drawing blood today, and after that you’ll have lunch and your break. You have a therapy appointment this evening.” “W-with the same doctor?” Albert nodded. The window-exit suddenly seemed like a much better option than before, but Psi quickly recovered his senses. “Fine. I j-just don’t want to use my ability anymore today.” “I doubt anyone will ask you to. Now come along. There’s no use in trying to delay this.” Psi returned a nod and acquiesced. Tearing himself away from the glass he gave up today’s escape and went with Albert, who placed a hand firmly on his shoulder in case the child got any ideas. Chapter 6: The First Meeting, Take Two It had been Danuta’s idea to shadow Psi throughout his daily routine, and unfortunately it had helped her see why he had trust issues. While the Psionicists she secretly sat with seemed to utterly believe in the necessity of their work, she could hardly imagine being in Psi’s position for those experiments. After seeing the boy’s latest tantrum, wherein he cast an object at the wall and ran off, she pondered the idea of having him restrained for their next meeting, and whether that would succeed in calming him down. Mr. Olbia informed her during the afternoon that he planned to strap Psi down anyways, so Danuta decided to work around that. As the afternoon would down, Olbia led Psi back to his enclosure. Rather than leaving him alone, the officer took Psi into his sleeping quarter and gently pushed the boy onto his bed. “I thought the therapist was coming tonight.” “She is. This is to ensure we don’t have a repeat of the morning. I’ll be around to let you up in the morning.” With that Albert pushed Psi into a laying position and held him by the chest. Psi knew better than to resist. Olbia took Psi’s left arm and produced one of the restraints which had laid under the mattress, fixing the Velcro strap around his wrist and then repeating the process with the other hand. Olbia produced a keycard and tapped it against the straps, activating a magnetic child lock that prevented removal. Scooting down the length of the bed, he repeated these steps with Psi’s ankles, leaving him secured at all four extremities. The boy casually tested his bonds, trying to pull his arms into his chest, and found them just tight enough that he couldn’t manage it. Without another word Olbia departed, nodding to Danuta on his way out. Danuta took a deep breath. Did she really want to approach him like this? Was she being careful or just manipulative? Would it really do him any good? Her ruminations about ethics ran into a brick wall in light of what she’d already signed on to, so she checked her carry-on again to make sure her things were there. Seeing all in order, she entered the room and stole into Psi’s sleeping quarter with the folding chair, where the lights were dimmed to an evening setting. He was on his side, his gaze focused on the other side of the room, where one of his holobooks was slowly levitating from the floor. “How are you doing, Psi?” she kept her voice low as she sat down, scooting her chair to the edge of the bed alcove. As he noticed her, his concentration broke and the holobook fell back down. “H-Hello, M-miss Petra. I’m okay.” He shrunk back into the bed, but only by the few inches his restraints would allow. “Well, good evening. I know we got off on the wrong foot yesterday, but I want us to try again. We should take this opportunity to talk about what bothers you.” “Y-you’re just doing this n-now because I can’t run away.” “We both know this isn’t because of that.” She saw that squirming again in his lower body, as he tried to cross his legs. “I know you’ve been pushed too far by the doctors here, and I’m not asking you to do anything for them. Our meetings are going to be about helping you and nobody else. I know I said this yesterday, but I really do want to make you feel better. If I didn’t, then I wouldn’t have come back after how our first meeting went.” His gaze was still skeptical. “O-okay?” She took that as a sign to continue. “So, we’re going to start over. But it’s much better to talk when we’re both comfortable. Do you need anything? I brought some water if you’re thirsty.” She produced plastic bottles this time, taking a short sip from hers. Again, she noticed him glancing at the restraints, and then try to cross his legs again. “No thanks. I-I’m not supposed to d-drink after dinner.” “Why’s that, Psi? Plenty of people like to take a drink in the evenings.” She suppressed a smile over the irony of that, considering the alcohol currently chilling in her refrigerator. “A-Albert told me not to.” “Really? Why would he do that.” “When I do, I usually w—” he paused briefly, “…I usually don’t s-sleep well when I do.” He broke eye contact, looking embarrassed. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed that you’re concerned about that. Sleep is one of the most important things about your day, especially at your age.” “I-I suppose you’re right.” She could sense a bit of a crack forming there. “You know, this is one of those things I was talking about. I think you’ve identified something that’s bothering you, so why don’t we attack it?” When you don’t sleep well, Psi, what do you notice about the days afterward?” His face scrunched up at her question, and he seemed to put a little thought into it. “Usually they’re bad days. I-I wake up tired, and I have a hard time f-focusing. Then I have days like today where…where I lose my temper.” “That must be frustrating.” “Y-yes. It usually happens when I visit d-doctors. The doctors make me d-do different things with my ability each day, but they ask the s-same questions about how I do it. I can’t answer them, and I don’t know how I kill the bugs. I just do it. It’s not s-something I can explain.” “Bugs?” “The Sagittarians, sorry. I-It’s what I’ve always called them. The aliens.” “Oh. Those doctors are obviously trying hard to solve a problem, just like we are. But I think the first step to fixing theirs is fixing yours. What do you think would make you sleep better?” “T-there’s not much I can do about it.” “I’m sure you can think of something, Psi. It could be big or small.” When he didn’t volunteer an answer, she continued. “Think about how and where you sleep. Let me give an example: when I was your age, I could never sleep with the sound of an air recycler going. When I traveled to space that noise kept me up all night.” Psi smiled at that, looking incredulous. “But how do you sleep? Weren’t you a soldier? You have to live in space for that.” Danuta smiled back and leaned towards him, feigning an air of mischievous secrecy. “Good question. When I joined the navy, I wanted to travel the hundred worlds so much that I was willing to put myself through the discomfort of the air filters. I had no choice but to get used to it. But that meant a lot of sleepless nights, which is what you want to avoid. So, I don’t recommend that approach for you.” She could see the gears turning in Psi as he nodded his response. “I-uh.” Psi paused, briefly looking more serious. “I’m sorry for breaking your glass yesterday.” “My glass?” “T-the one you gave me. You know I didn’t drop it, but I lost my temper while you were talking. My… my ability gets hard to control when I’m angry.” “Thank you, Psi. That’s very mature of you.” Danuta grasped his restrained hand between hers. “Apology accepted. Since you were so nice to me here, I’ll let you in on a secret: I stole them from Mister Casimir upstairs.” With that, Psi broke out into wide grin, barely stifling a laugh. She drank from the bottle again. Psi’s joy—some of the first she’d seen from him—cheered her up. She could get through to a sweet boy with problems, even one with unprecedented and volatile powers. The two of them spoke for a few more minutes, with Psi disclosing a bit more about his routine and life on Ymir (most of which Danuta already knew). She reciprocated with Navy stories and Ægirian anecdotes, and the atmosphere warmed around them until she saw Psi’s eyes growing tired. She was about to suggest wrapping up when he interjected. “I-I-I need to use the washroom, Miss Petra. C-can you please let me up?” He held up his hands pleadingly. “Well, Albert did say you were to stay here until morning.” “I-I know, but I really need to p-pee.” Danuta feigned indecision for a moment and then replied. “Okay, but we need to put you back in before I leave, otherwise Albert will be cross with both of us. So, I’ll let you up on one condition.” Danuta picked her bag up from beside the chair. “I want you to take this into the washroom and look inside it. You don’t have to put on what’s in it, and I won’t ask you if you did. Just make sure you take a look.” “Okay. I will.” Psi nodded, looking only a bit nervous. Danuta grabbed his arm and produced the keycard she’d been given earlier. Hopefully that thing would work. Upon touching the lock, it gave a tiny beep and popped open. She opened the Velcro seals, whereupon Psi almost leapt to his feet. As the boy was about to bolt out the door, she placed her bag into his hand. “Don’t forget our condition.” Psi nodded and ran off to the lavatory which adjoined the enclosure, sliding the door shut behind him. While Psi was gone, Danuta looked over at his modest stack of holobooks. Picking up the one he’d been levitating, she powered on the wafer-thin display and read the title: 'The Dragons of Cygnus Gorge, a Frontier Ranger Story.' Danuta beamed. She recognized the title from her childhood, when Frontier Books were her favorite escapism. These stories chronicled (mostly fictitious) heroes of the first colonization wave, taking on uncharted worlds with just their wits and primitive technology. Her favorite had been Janet Aldrin, a cunning space rogue whose tales involved riding a Dinosaur-analog on a desert planet and foiling several bandit raids on fledgling colonies. She looked at the others and saw most of them were from the same (or similar) series. She suddenly felt like she had a kindred spirit in Psi. After a few minutes Danuta heard a flush from the lavatory and concealed the evidence of her snooping. As Psi walked in, she consciously avoided looking at his waist. He laid down, and she quietly buckled him back into his restraints. “T-thanks for letting me up.” “You’re very welcome, Psi. Do you think we did well this evening?” “I-I guess so. I’m feeling kind of tired now, though.” “I do too. But we’ll meet again tomorrow, won’t we?” asked Danuta. Seeing a nod, she held up Psi’s water bottle again. “Do you want this for the night?” Another nod. She placed it on the floor where Psi could reach it and collected her folding chair. “Yeah. S-so have a good evening please.” Psi reached out as far as his cuffs would let him, and Danuta shook his hand. “Of course. Sleep well.” With that she took her bag and walked out, leaving the Psion to his sleep. As Danuta left the enclosure, she unzipped it and looked inside. The solitary pull-up diaper she’d placed in it was gone. She gave a sly smile. Finally, she’d made some progress. As she walked back home, Danuta considered whether a drink was called for and decided against it. After all, a clear mind had been Janet Aldrin’s greatest weapon. To be continued.

Chapter 7: Into The Matrix Kevin and Eric's vision was enveloped by a blanket of darkness as the simulation came to life. A few seconds passed before the black screen turned into a sea of pixelation that quickly grew more vibrant and clear as the new reality came into focus around the two teens. It was akin to someone switching the graphic settings from low to high on a top of the line computer game, but that's where the similarities ceased as the program created an amazingly lifelike and real recreation of a performing arts venue. Row after row of seats appeared, flanked by aisles for would be patrons to find their seat. "Woah!" Eric spoke aloud as he marvelled at how vivid and real his surroundings looked. He looked down at himself and was happy to see that he was back in his regular clothing, free of the overwhelming feminine attire he was just moments ago forced to wear. Kevin was experiencing a similar state of awe and disbelief. It was almost like he had never stepped foot into that damn house and was at some random performance hall. Deep down, some part of him wished that this was real. At least in virtual reality he was dressed normally. "Dude?!" Eric cried out in shock due to the hundreds of other people simultaneously appearing all around him. "Where are we?!" "It's just a VR sim. A fucking great one, but still- It's all gotta be fake..." Kevin paused and reached out to touch one of the random people. However, before he could test his theory, a loud voice interrupted his inquiry. "Are you little ladies lost?" A womanly voice asked, rich with an authoritarian tilt. "Wha-" Eric was caught off guard by the woman standing directly behind him. She looked like a mixture of a typical soccer mom and playboy centerfold. "What are you tripping on? It's not even re-" Kevin looked behind him and found himself face to face with what could easily be the hottest woman he had ever seen. Like the sirens of old, he found himself instantly mesmerized by her beauty. "How may I help you?" Kevin asked, trying to sound helpful despite the fact that this woman was just a figment of the virtual world. "That's much better." The woman praised the dark haired boy. "If you want to help me, please follow me and bring your little friend." Without hesitation Kevin grabbed Eric by the wrist and pulled him along as he followed after the middle aged mother he'd like to fuck. The trio made their way down the aisle and past the indifferent crowd. Everyone seemed to be chatting amongst themselves as they waited for the show to begin. None of the digital denizens seemed to be paying any mind or attention to the two boys and the woman. After about a minute, Kevin and Eric were lead towards a door that was near by the main stage. This was where the older woman stopped, opening the door and gesturing for Kevin and Eric to go in. "Right this way." "Sure thing!" "But what's in there?" Eric stopped, planting his sneaker clad feet onto the tiled surface, not wanting to go any further until he at least got an answer to his question. "Your little friend is starting to annoy me." The woman stated in an exasperated tone before continuing. "We don't have time for stupid questions. Just go inside and I'll be right behind you." "Yes, ma'am!" Kevin replied with a smile, yanking with all of his might on Eric's arm, bringing the blond teen tumbling forward until the two teens fell past the threshold of the room. Without warning, the door slammed shut behind them, trapping them inside. "What the fuck, bro?" Eric whined as he rubbed his sore ass. "You're the one being a little bitch!" Kevin shot back. "Now that chick isn't going to come in here and let us fuck her!" An all encompassing female laugh whirled around the boys, echoing throughout the empty space, laughing like she had heard the funniest joke of her entire life. The woman who had ushered them into the room suddenly appeared in front of them once more, literally materializing out of thin air. "You think I'd let a pair of little girls like you fuck me?" She asked in a condescending tone. "I prefer my men built like Arnold Schwarzenegger, not limp wristed ladies like you." All of a sudden the room flicked and glitched for a brief moment before returning to its former high definition state. However, the once barren room was now filled with dozens of other young man, all slender and nude saved for their cock cages and train bras. Each one was busy with doing their make up as they stood in front of mirrors which lined the walls. A literal wall of frilly dresses flanked the row of boys, each dress waiting to be picked out and worn. "What the fuck?!" "Dude, this is like, worse than a gay porn." Eric stated as he looked up at Kevin who was struggling to keep it together. Out of nowhere the blond stoner felt his button lift off of the cold wooden floor as his underwear was literally inflating. "Umm, I don't want to say anything, but we're back in diapers again..." "No, not this again!" Kevin practically screamed as he pawed at his pink princess themed pamper. "Why do those guys get to be naked and we got to wear diapers?" Eric asked the strange woman who was grinning an ear to ear smile. "Maybe because they're not little baby girls that can't keep their pathetic cocks from wetting their panties." As if on cue, both Eric and Kevin started to piss their pampers. The blond merely sat there while his diaper bulged outwards, absorbing the puddle he was producing like a sponge. Kevin, on the other hand, was growing even more upset and dismayed by the fact that his bladder had seeming given up on him without a warning. It was bad enough that this chick was talking shit on him for his feminine physique, but now his body was literally acting like the toddler she had deemed him as. "You two princesses going to sit there or does mommy have to dress you too?" Eric and Kevin both looked at each other, not sure what was worse. The very idea of actually, willfully, picking out dresses and putting them on seemed far worse than being forced into them. At least, when someone was forcing you to do something, you could tell yourself that you had no choice; you were forced to do it. However, having to be dressed by someone else was practically admitting that you weren't mature enough to do it yourself, thus proving that you were too imature to do a simple task. Like much of the events of this terrible day, Kevin came to the conclusion that he truly had no choice, no freedom to decide his fate in the matter. No matter which "choice" he picked, he would still end up dressed like an overgrown baby doll which is exactly what the house seemingly wanted. He was just a pawn in this chess game of perversion after all. As such, he gave the woman an answer. "Dress me." "What was that, little Kasey?" The woman put her hand up to her ear. "Speak up, mommy can't hear you." "DRESS ME DAMN IT!" A rambunctious bout of laughter came from the effeminate and emasculated boys who were currently getting dressed. For whatever reason, Kevin and Eric had gone unnoticed by the skinny boys until now. A few pointed while laughing at the baby sissies. Despite the fact that they were all apart of this junior drag queen show, the fact that Kevin and Eric were now somehow beneath the others really bothered Kevin. "Enough laughing at the babies or you're all going over my knee!" The firm woman threatened. Suddenly, all laughter ceased and the blushing boys went back to picking out their frill and lace covered dresses. "Okay, Princess. Mommy is going to get you dressed for the beauty pageant." Kevin felt like he had become clay in her hands as she lifted him up and started to dress him in a pair of stocking that easily covered his balloon sized butt. Next came make up and hair. He didn't want to see what she was doing to him and closed his eyes, trying to will himself away from this digital purgatory he was a prisoner in. The slick, smooth interior caressed his bare chest as he felt a thick mass of material cling to his thin frame. Obviously, she was putting him into the dress he was destined to walk down the runway in. This fact only served to make him clench his eyes tighter and start to pray that this was all a terrible nightmare. "Dude, why are you letting her dress you?" Kevin heard Eric's voice over the commotion of the dressing room, asking him such an odd question. 'Wasn't she going to dress him too?' Curiosity got the better of the dark haired teen, causing him to open his eyes and see that Eric had dressed himself. The blond was sporting a big blond wig and a light blue party dress that wrapped around his lilith frame like a glove. Speaking of gloves, he had one a pair of matching white evening gloves which perfectly matched his white stockings. If not for the bloated diaper peeking out from underneath his petticoats, Kevin would've sworn that Eric was a chick from the nineteen twenties going to a fancy night on the town. "What the fuck, man?!" Kevin spat. "You dressed yourself?" "Yeah." Eric answered in an oblivious tone. "I'm not a baby, bro." "Enough chit chat my little girls. It's time to shine!" To Be Continued... For just a three dollar pledge, you can see part eight, as well as more stories like this at my Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

So I've had a bit of a breakthrough with my wife a couple of nights ago that I thought people might find interesting. If you recall, I've been wearing diapers to bed almost without exception for about two years now, and, essentially following in some of your footsteps, I've been wearing 24/7 about 80% of the time over the last month. I haven't figured out what or how to wear when I'm exercising or participating in martial arts. Other than that, I try to wear in every situation, and so far I have been pretty successful. But back to the breakthrough - wearing at night in secret, wondering "Does she know? Does she not?", taking my shorts off under the cover of darkness so I could sleep in just a t-shirt and a diaper, which is how I am most comfortable, was growing tiresome. It reminded me of the shame and embarrassment I felt as an older kid wearing diapers to bed, and I think this comes with realizing I'm not getting any younger - I just felt that it was time to take the plunge. Reading Oznl's story and some others was also definitely influential. So, after we had had a particularly good chat on another topic on the weekend, I steeled myself, and I raised the first topic I wanted to touch on - my use of a pacifier at night. I knew she knew about that, BUT, it had never been spoken of out loud. I asked her if she had noticed, and she said she had, and I asked if she knew why, and she said no. I asked her if she recalled how she used to elbow me in the middle of the night four or five times a week because my mouth guard was making clicking noises, to which she said yes, and I said, well, has that happened at all in recent memory? She said no, and I said, truthfully, that's because of the pacifiers. She said, well, if that's what it takes, she welcomes it. Then, I took a deep breath, and I said do you know about this... and I pulled down one side of my sweatpants and showed her part of my diaper. She said no, what's that about? And I told her about having occasionally wet the bed over the past couple of years, and being tired of having to wash the bedding in secret, but also about my childhood experience wearing diapers to bed, and that I had decided a couple of years ago that I just slept better in a diaper, it was less stressful for me, and what did she think of that? I held my breath, basically. But, ever practical, she immediately told me she was using "Poise" pads herself - essentially more robust sanitary pads that are designed to catch moderate urine output. Ever since the kids were born, she said, she's had issues with leakage when she sneezes or coughs, and as far as she's concerned, we're not getting any younger, and if we can't talk to each other about these things, who can we talk to? She said if I feel that I need to wear diapers at night, she's glad that I felt I could talk to her about it, and it doesn't bother her. I can't describe the relief I felt in that moment. I have no idea what I would have done if it had gone in a different direction - I don't think I would be willing to blow up my household over this, granted, deep-seated desire to be in diapers. I still haven't broached the topic of wearing during the day, but, for the first time in my adult life, over the last couple of nights, I wore a diaper openly, uncovered, and we watched TV in bed and chatted and carried on like everything was normal, which, essentially, it was, other than the pacifier on my night stand and my being in a diaper. I know that I have to be careful not to push this on her too rapidly, but these early, ahem, baby steps, seem to have gone well.

Lol thank god it’s not motor oil. She keeps a naughty chart and a punishment chart on the fridge and gives me a sticker each day based on how she thinks I was for the day. At the end of the month based on how many points I have I either get a reward or a punishment. We are on our third month of this now and I have yet to have received a reward. Only punishments.

I apologize if there are some typos, did the usually quick skim check through the chapter. Also, it may take a week a or two before another chapter. I want to avoid from being burnt out from writing this story and the other one I'm working on. Enjoy! Chapter 10 Alice was impressed that Tohru had decorated her backyard to look like a mini dojo as she stood opposite of the Amazon as they both took their appropriate stances. “So? Are you going to fill me in on this grand plan of yours?” Alice asked. “In just a moment, first I want to see how fluid your technique is. So come at me, I'll stay on the defensive end while you attack.” Tohru replied as she pointed at Alice to go on the offensive. Alice decided to humor her Amazonian friend and ran straight forward, she was in position to throw a right hook on Tohru's chest but faked the attack as she went for a swift low leg kick. Tohru noticed the last minute decision as she jumped in the air. She didn't have to, given that she was twice the size of Alice and her attack would not have amounted to much. Alice did a back flip to create some distance as Tohru landed on her feet. “Not bad...But your going to had to a lot more if you want to defeat me.” Tohru stated with a smirk. “I wasn't trained to fight against giants, but I can at least adapt!” Alice rushed again which amused Tohru. “Against someone like me, your only option is to go for my legs.” Tohru stated in her mind as Alice rushed behind the Amazon to attempt to kick her back calves. Alice at the last minute decided to roll through Tohru's legs and then used her upper body strength to push herself so she could connect her foot to Tohru's jaw, however the Amazon caught her leg before it could reach her. “I think you will do quite well in the tournament.” Tohru stated as she held Alice by her right leg in the air while she was upside down. “If only it's against people my size!” Alice knew that she physically had no chance but was still disappointed with how easy Tohru fared against her. “So what's so special about this tournament thing? And how does it help me get back to my dimension?” Alice asked as Tohru placed the girl back on the mat. “In a couple weeks there will be a local tournament called the Little's New Haven Martial arts Exhibition. It's a government sanctioned event where Amazons bring their little's to compete to see who has the best skills in a one on one match..” Tohru stated “Are you serious? I didn't think Amazons would allow there precious little's to compete in such a violent sport. I assumed they wanted to treat all little's like mindless babies.” Alice smirked at the though. “The majority of Amazon's would agree with you on that. For it goes against everything they believe that a little should partake in. However the tournament was created before government regime change from a decade ago, and surprisingly, it's one of the few things that wasn't outlawed,...Including the reward prizes for the winner.” Tohru winked as she spoke about it. Alice listened in, curious to what Tohru was trying to lead on . “The tournament in the past used to be about rewarding a little for their hard work and ethic but as of today, the tournament is about showing off how cute a little can look while play fighting with another diapered little. The fights are hallow and nothing like they were in the former days.”Tohru stated “So I should have no trouble with winning this if I'm going to be going against a bunch of big babies.”Alice replied. “There are occasionally a few little's that will take the tournament seriously. For example, Kyle. Amber's adopted little participated in the last tournament which took place over a year ago. The outfit you have on, is the one he wore to the competition.” Tohru pointed out. “That doesn't sound like a problem at all.” Alice remembered back when she first met Kyle and knocked him out with a single roundhouse kick. “I'm not saying that it will be hard. For someone like you, it should be quite simple... But you must never underestimate your opponent no matter what!” Alice had a hard time taking Tohru seriously with how all the little's were being treated in the screwed up dimension that she was held in. “So, I enter this dumb competition and win...And then what?” Alice asked. “Our current government has taken away all options for native little's to have their own solitary lifestyle and they have outlawed the many practical options for portal little's... But there is one thing the government overlooked and that is one of the rewards for winning a local tournament. It is a reward that has been around since the previous regime.” Tohru stated as she kneeled down to Alice's eye level. “And what's the reward?”Alice asked “It's a pardon...Or rather a ticket for a portal little to head back to their home dimension!” Alice couldn't believe what she had just heard, it was as if Heaven itself was looking out for her. “ARE YOU SERIOUS!? THIS SOUNDS TO GOOD TO BE TRUE!” Alice yelled out in excitement. “I thought it was but I recently looked on the tournaments website and there are around two dozen awards, ranging from small lump sums of money, vacation trips, amusement parks, and most importantly, the pardon for a portal little!” Tohru replied. Alice fell flat on her back at the rush of good news that was just bestowed upon her. “Our current government has done as much as it could to restrict a portal little's choices when they arrive in our world. They most likely overlooked this major flaw due to it being an award that has never actually been taken. “Why's that?” Alice asked. “Even if the portal little wanted to claim the reward...In the end, it's the little's caretaker that has the final say on the award.” Tohru stated “At last! Me and my friends have found a way out of this freaky dimension.” Tohru's expression began to change when Alice brought up her friends. “Alice....This reward is only good for one little...Not for three.”Tohru replied “WHAT!? But...But what about Aura and Jessie...What about them?” Alice quickly sat up as she heard the grim news. “Sadly there is not much that can be done about them. They have already been adopted and Amber and Serena have already made their intentions clear that they will not give them up.” Tohru stated. “That's such bullshit! I can't possibly leave without them, there is no way I could live with myself!” Alice started to feel numb via the despair and depression in her current mental state. “Alice...This is your best chance to go home. The only other option is to pay the hundred thousand dollar fine and that isn't even remotely possible at this point.” Tohru helped Alice to her feet. Alice had a blank look on her face. Instead of light, there was only darkness. “I...Need to think about this...” The redhead stated as she performed a kick in the air. She wanted to vent her frustrations over her dilemma. “Take your time, the worst is behind you, as long as you don't draw any attention to yourself.” Tohru responded as she continued to keep her guard up. - - - - - - - - - “Let's all defeat the demon king and return home with our friends!” The main protagonist yelled as the soundtrack from the cartoon movie on the television set began to increase in volume. Amber and Serena held their newly adopted little's on the couch while Kyle and Crystal sat on the floor. David was currently in his office while Alex was fixing popcorn for her guests. “Mommy? Did Awice visit us?” Aura regained some most of her self awareness but her verbiage was not at the same level. “Yes she did. And don't you worry Aura, you will have more opportunities to see her in the next few days.” Amber stated as she pinched her adopted daughter's nose. Aura was happy to hear the news as she focused her attention back on the movie, unaware of how deep, the physiological effects that the movie was having on her mentality. Jessie was peacefully sucking on her pacifier while in the arms of Serena as they sat quietly in the living room with only the light of the television coming through. “You scaredy Kyle?” Crystal asked as she looked over at her friend. “Not with my teddy beside me!” Kyle replied as he held his stuffed animal in his arms, his diaper was very wet due to some spooky scenes in the movie. “You hungry for another meal, darling?” Serena asked as she looked at Jessie while preparing to take off her shirt. Jessie shook her head indicating that she wasn't hungry while yawning through her pacifier. “Go ahead and take a nap, we will leave when the movie is over.” Serena patted her daughter's padded butt as the regressed little placed her head on the Amazon's chest and began to close her eyes. “Here is the popcorn! Sorry it took so long, had a few important calls to make.” Alex stated as she handed a bowl of popcorn to Amber and then placed another bowl on on the carpet floor where Kyle and Crystal were sitting. “Don't pig out on the popcorn, Crystal. You don't won't to ruin your appetite for dinner.” The Amazonian toddler barely acknowledged her mother as she continued to focus on the movie. Alex decided to check up on her husband and see what he was up too. “The life of a Lawyer never has a dull moment doesn't it?” Alex asked as she entered her husbands office. “Precisely! That's why I went to Law school in the first place.” David replied as he typed out a few things in his computer. Alex went over to hug her spouse, looking over his documents. “Tell me, Alex...Were you serious about adopting that Alice girl?” David asked as he turned his attention to his wife. “I was...But I was also hoping that Tohru would take the initiative and adopt the little before I took action. And it looks like my gamble payed off.” Alex stated “I feel sorry for Alice and her friends. They found themselves caught in a rare predicament where they were transported to our dimension by complete accident. If the laws were not so strict on little's, I would use my connections to get them back home.” David state as he took a sip of some coffee. “Don't be. Aura, Jessie, and even if she doesn't know it yet, even Alice are far better off here in our dimension. They will be provided with all the love, attention, and security they need from our kind.” Alex replied as she started to exit the office. “That's just a opinion, not a fact.” David smirked at his wife. “It's a reality that bonds both Amazon and little into harmony. Tohru and Alice are the exception...I wonder how long that will last?” Alex chuckled as she shut the door to David's office. - - - - - - - - - As the sun began to set, Tohru and Alice took a seat on the backdoor patio. Sweat could be seen coming from the two of them from their rigorous training regime. “It's been a while since I worked out this much.” Tohru stated as she took a towel near her and wiped off some sweat from her forehead. “I needed that...After all the crap I've been through, especially with what happened earlier today.” Alice drank down the rest of the water in her plastic bottle. “Things in the next week are going to be a bit tricky with balancing work and helping you get back home.” Tohru stated as she took out her phone to look at her scheduling application. Alice felt a bit depressed to find out earlier that her phone had died on her but it was expected due to their being no charger that would fit her phone in the odd dimension that she was in. “So, let me get this straight. Tomorrow's plans involve us visiting that quack of a doctor and then getting me registered for the martial arts tournament that will be taking place in two weeks.. Then what?” Alice asked “I was thinking of having us visit Master Kanna's... What do you say?” Tohru inquired. Alice remembered when she went looking for Jessie and she thought she found the house that she was being held in, when it was in fact the house of Tohru's sensei. “I don't know about that. Your sensei gives off a uncomfortable vibe.” Alice stated “She's always been like that. Not exactly a people person, but behind her stern demeanor, she is the most kind person around. It will help to get you two acquainted. Also, she maybe able to teach you a few techniques that could help you.” Tohru started to get back on her feet, Alice quickly followed along. “If you say so.” Alice decided to trust Tohru about her master, she felt very at ease being around her Amazonian caretaker. “So that will be the plan for Monday...Tuesday however...Well...I'm gonna have to ask you a favor.” Tohru felt a bit apprehensive as she spoke. “Go ahead, you have done so much for me, I was feeling kinda guilty for not being able to return any favors.” Alice responded as she followed the Amazon inside the house. “When I adopt you, I'm given the option of paid paternity leave which will give me two weeks to look after you without having to go back to work, however I'm going to decline the option.” Tohru stated. “WHY? You get paid and don't have to work! That sounds like a win-win scenario.” Alice was curious to Tohru's reasoning. “It's because the paid leave is only half of what I normally make as a security guard. I'm already struggling with keeping up with the bills and there is no way I can afford to live two weeks on a limited income, so starting Tuesday I'll be heading back to work and doing that everyday until the weekend comes around. “That makes sense. In that case I'll just chill here at the house while you do your thing.” Alice replied casually. “Unfortunately that will not work...At least not with our government's rules and regulations on little's.” Alice looked at Tohru with a look of concern. “So...I'm guessing that I'm not allowed to stay here all by myself?” Alice asked. “That's right...And if you did so and were caught by the authorities, you would be immediately placed into a reform school and that would be the end for you.” Tohru explained. “I hate this world with a passion.” Alice stated as she bit her lip “So....I've already had a chat with Serena on the phone and she agreed to look after you on Tuesday while I'm at work.” Tohru could already tell how disgusted Alice looked as she spoke her friends name. “Your kidding right? After what happened today, you expect me spend the whole day with that scumbag?” Alice stated with obvious objection. “I know that you two haven't exactly seen eye to eye but it would mean so much to me. It may not look it but I'm financially strapped and I can't afford to have anything cut from my paycheck.” Alice looked at Tohru in her eyes and could see the rare desperation which only caused her to feel even more guilty than she already was. “I guess...I can deal with it. Plus it will give me the chance to catch up with Jessie and figure out a way to get her out this world...If her brain isn't turned into mush again” Alice replied “Thank you SO much! That means a lot to me!” Tohru breathed a sigh of relief as she opened the door to the bathroom. “BUT! Make sure that DAMN friend of yours doesn't try to do anything funny or I will knock her ass into next week!” Alice crackled her knuckles as Tohru began to turn the faucet to the bathtub. “Don't worry, she already assured me that she would treat you with the same respect that she treats me.” Tohru began to turn the faucet off as the water nearly reached the top of the bathtub. “Heh.... Sorry if I don't sound all that convinced about hearing that.” Alice began to remove her martial arts gi and then her bra and underwear. “I'll be back in a moment with some clothes and towels.” Tohru stated as she exited the bathroom for a moment. Alice awkwardly pushed herself up so she could enter the bathtub which was almost like a mini swimming pool to her. “This feels so good!” Alice laid on her back for a few minutes as she allowed her body to float above the top of the water. “I've got us some towels. I'll put them over here so they don't get wet with the clothes I got us.” Tohru stated as she placed the items on the bathroom counter-top. The Amazon looked over and smiled at how carefree Alice looked with her eyes closed as she continued to float on her back. “I may have to put in some overtime at work but it shouldn't interfere with our main objective of getting you home.” Tohru began to undress as she first started to remove her shirt. “WHA...WAIT!...Are you actually going to take a bath with me!?” Alice was alarmed to see Tohru naked in front of her. “Of course not, silly head. I'm going to be in the separate shower stall over here.” Tohru explained as she entered the shower. As Tohru began to clean herself in the privacy of her stall, Alice pouted for second, feeling slightly disappointed that Tohru wouldn't join her. “It's not like there isn't any space, she would be able to fit in easily and...”Alice stopped her thoughts as she slammed the front of her face into the water after realizing how she reacted. “The fuck!? What the hell was I thinking?” Alice stated as she kept her head under the water, embarrassed at herself. - - - - - - - - - - “I had a lovely time, thank you for having us over.” Amber stated as she carried Aura over her shoulder and held onto Kyle's hand as she escorted the two over to her car. “It was a pleasure, your little's are so well behaved. You should be proud!” Alex stated as she waved off as Amber exited the driveway. “Today had no shortage of amusement due to that redheaded little. So Alex, when Tohru brings that girl to be registered and chipped, are you going to use any devices or serums to alter her in any way?” Serena asked as she started to head for the front door herself while carrying Jessie who was still sleeping in her arms. “Only if she starts to act up like she did earlier today. I kind of hope she does. A nasty attitude like that, doesn't fit with how adorable Alice actually looks.” Alex stated “Your right. While she is nowhere is cute as my little angel here, that girl would look so lovely in a diaper and a pink onesie while sucking on a pacifier.” Serena stated as she headed towards her car while holding her adopted daughter. “Give it some time...And I think Tohru will come around to understand the true joy of having a little of her own.” Alex replied “Tuesday will certainly be amusing.” Serena stated as she placed Jessie into her booster seat. “How so?” Alex asked as she walked towards the car. “Before we started the movie, Tohru called me up and asked if I could babysit Alice on Tuesday, while she was at work.” Serena giggled. “OH! And you accepted her offer?” Alex asked “Of course. I think I will have some fun teasing that little fireball... And if she get's out of line...Well, that's all on her, hehe.” Serena stated as she started her car. “I am very interested to see how she develops in our world.” Alex stated. “Despite our differences... I'm thankful that Alice was able to reunite with Aura and my daughter... After all, they will be going on plenty of play dates from now on!” Serena waved her goodbyes as she started to head to her house. - - - - - - - - - - - “You need any help?” Tohru asked Alice as she began to dry herself off. “UGH...I MEAN...No thanks.” Alice blushed as she came up with the stuttering response as she kept only her head above the water in the bathtub. “Okay then, I'll fix us some orange chicken after I get my nightgown on. Don't spend too much longer in there or you will shrivel up like a prune!” Tohru smiled as she exited the bathroom. “HMPH! Acting all high and mighty just because your my mom....”Alice interrupted herself as she put her hands on her mouth. “There has to be something wrong with this water. I better get out before I mutter anymore nonsense.” Alice stated in her mind as she quickly removed herself from the tub and began to dry herself off. Alice was at a loss with herself. One moment she felt hope and then the next moment she felt dread when it came to escaping the Amazon's dimension. She also she felt a sense of peace and tranquility when it came to Tohru. She didn't know to place it. The Amazon was unlike anyone she had ever met. Her real parents were like strangers to her as they were barely home as they focused their entire existence to their jobs. And unlike all the Amazons in this dimension, Tohru had put her needs before her own personal desires. It was different...But in a good and wholesome way. . “Just take it one day at a time.” Alice stated to herself as she put on the pair of panties and shirt that were laid out for her. “Boring yet simple. I can dig it.” Alice stated as she looked at her shirt that was colored white while her panties were plain black. Alice walked into the living room but not before she noticed Tohru in the kitchen. She could smell the delicious aroma from the chicken. “Go ahead and put it on any of the channels on my favorites guide. All the channels on the menu are safe for you.” Tohru stated as Alice grabbed the remote and began to check out the variety of shows. “Morty and Rick? I wonder what's that about?” Alice pressed a button that put it on channel four. As Alice began to watch, she soon understood that it was a show about a Amazon named Morty and a little that went by the name of Rick and they traveled around through different time-lines as they explored the unknown and got into all sorts of trouble. “Looks like you found something that has caught your interest.” Tohru stated as she handed a bowl of orange chicken to Alice along with a glass of water that was placed on the coffee table in front of her. “I'm surprised. I never expected to see a show where a Amazon and a little were partners together.” Alice replied “Sadly the world of fiction is more fair to little's than the current reality that we live in. The media and the government have a strong hold on how the world is being presented though their eyes and they don't present all the truths on how harsh the lives of little's are. All we can do is make sure that the people that are close to us are being treated fairly and dignified.” Tohru stated as she stat down to chow down on her bowl of Orange chicken. Alice looked on in amazement at how upstanding Tohru was. She was grateful for being saved by her but she also had respect for the Amazon that went beyond anything that her actual parents had done for her. “Tohru...I know I already asked this before...But is there a reason as to why you haven't adopted a little before?... I'm not trying to pry of anything but I just wanted to let you know how thankful I am to have you around.” Alice started to grow a little nervous, worried that she was pressing her luck. “It's okay...Alice... And yes there is a reason...However I don't feel comfortable discussing the subject at this time...Could you please be patient on it?” Alice could see how serious Tohru was and she nodded her head to not bring up the subject again. Alice watched carefully as Tohru continued to eat her food, she could see that their was a deep sense of sadness in her eyes after she brought up the subject. “I'm such a idiot.” Alice stated in her mind as she focused on finished her bowl of chicken. After the show ended. Tohru picked up both bowls and brought them to the kitchen. “I hope you have some room for desert!” Tohru smiled as she came back with a cup of ice cream with warm chocolate syrup on top. “Damn, this looks delicious!” Alice was thrilled by the desert but was even more happy to see Tohru's expression begin to brighten up. “If it's too much, just let me know. I tend to forget that portion sizes are a bit different between us.” Tohru chuckled as she took a bite of the ice cream. “I'm a bit full but this, I can handle!” Alice took her time to savor the flavors. - - - - - - - - - “Goodnight my lovely babies.” Amber kissed both Aura and Kyle on there cheeks as she raised the crib railings. “Night Night, mommy.” Kyle stated as he yawned and closed his eyes. “Mommy?” Aura asked “What is it, sweetie?” Amber asked as she walked back to the crib “What's going to happen tomorrow?” Aura asked as her eyelids began to get heavier “Tomorrow we are going to get you enlisted into the same school that I teach and put you in the same class as your brother. You are going to have so much fun! Plenty of time learning about the alphabet and playing word puzzles with other little's and Amazonian toddlers. It's called kindergarten, I hope you are looking forward it!” Amber stated as she turned off the lights and exited the nursery. “Kindergarten? I was about to graduate from high school with Alice and Jessie. How did this happen? ...Why?...No... it doesn't matter anymore. I'm safe with mommy, that's all that matters. I hope big brother pways with me, tomorrow.” Aura took the pacifier that was hanging around her neck and placed it into her mouth which caused her body to feel an abnormal fuzzy and warm sensation. As the mobile above her circled around, Aura closed her eyes as she embraced her infantile feelings. “I wanna pway with Awice an Jes Jes.” Aura drifted off into slumber,dreaming of being in a playpen with her two closest friends. - - - - - - - - - - - “That's it, just take your time, there is no rush.” Serena cooed as she continued to breast feed Jessie who was in just her diaper. A whimpering sound could be heard coming from the blonde haired little. “Aww. Is my wittle baby having a tummy achy? We can fix that!” Serena placed her adopted little on her shoulder and began to gently pat the girl's back. Jessie began to cough and burp some of the fluid that she had just consumed. Serena grabbed a cloth and began to wipe it off. “That's a good girl, You must feel much better now.” Let's get you into your fluffy onesie!” Serena placed Jessie onto the changing table as she went over and specifically picked out a bright orange onesie that was shaped like a fox. “Tomorrow I'll take you to the zoo to see all the scary animals! Maybe we will see some foxes just like you!” Serena pinched Jessie cheek as she finished buttoning up the onesie. Serena took her time to admire her work. The onesie was made out of a fur like material to give a more realistic touch and look and the fox ears and the tail that attached to the onesie only added to the cuteness factor. “It should be illegal for a fox to be this adorable.” Serena cradled her little for a few minutes before placing the sleeping girl into her crib. “Now you have the most pleasant dreams.” Serena kissed Jessie on her nose before raising the crib railings. Before turning off the lights, Serena checked out the closest and pulled out another onesie that she bought for her daughter. “I bet this would look good on that little fireball.” Serena looked at a onesie that was shaped like a panda and thought about the possibilities for Tuesday before putting the item back on the shelf and exiting her daughter's nursery. - - - - - - - - - “You want to sleep out here tonight? Tohru asked as she put away some dishes before deciding to call it a night. “If it's alright with you, I wouldn't mind sleeping in your bed again. It's far more comfortable than the couch.” Alice replied as started to head to the bedroom. “No problem their, my house is your house.” Tohru stated as she followed the little into her bedroom. “If I can find a way to get my friends back to our dimension with me, this would be a very weird story to talk about.” Alice stated as she climbed onto the bed. “First, you should focus on making sure that you can get back yourself. It won't help your friends if you are trapped in a reform school.” Tohru suggested as she entered on the opposite end of the bed. “There has to be a way to convince your friends to let Jessie and Aura go. They deserve much better than this.” Alice placed her head on the pillow as she started to close her eyes. Tohru stayed silent as she took of her nightie and then turned off the lights. She wanted to provide a solution to Alice but it was out of her control at the moment. After setting the alarm for seven in the morning, Tohru pulled up the covers and closed her eyes for the night. The two slept without any disturbance for several hours. The Amazon woke up in the middle of the night as she felt the slight urge to use the bathroom but before she could exit the bed, she noticed that Alice was holding onto her arm tightly while her legs were wrapped around it. “She must be having a bad dream of sorts.” Tohru thought as she looked at the little's agitated expression as she slept. The Amazon thought about waking Alice so she could have use her arm but decided against it given how innocent and cute, Alice looked. Tohru smiled as she decided to hold her bladder in and go back to sleep for a few more hours, not wanting to disrupt the redhead's slumber. - - - - - - - - - David woke up to the smell of fresh cup of coffee being placed by his side of the bed. “Your up earlier than usual” David rubbed his eyes as he sat up in his bed “It's a Monday and I have to be at work in a half hour.” Alex stated as she grabbed some items to put into her purse. “It's six in the morning. Even I don't have to be in the office until ten.” David was not a morning person as he took a sip of the coffee next to him. “Which means that you have plenty of time to get off your lazy butt and clean up around the house and get our daughter ready for preschool.” Alex stated with a half serious tone as she kissed her husband on the lips before heading off heading off to the clinic. “That's right...That little that goes by the name of Alice will be seeing my wife today at the registration clinic. I hope for her sake that she doesn't cause any commotion.” David stated to himself as he decided to go check up on his daughter before starting his morning routine. - - - - - - - - “UGH, That alarm is death to the ears!” Alice stated in her mind as she woke up to the repeating chirping noises coming from the alarm in the bedroom. Alice quickly found herself holding onto Tohru's arm, she then immediately let go of it as she pulled herself away from the sleeping Amazon. “What the freak was I doing? God, I hope Tohru didn't see that.” Alice blushed several shades of red as she hopped of the bed. “Good morning Alice, did you sleep well?” Tohru asked as she began to wake herself up. “Umm....Kinda...” Alice refused to look at Tohru with her own eyes as she exited the bedroom “She must have realized what she was doing last night...That's kinda adorable. Now then... I seriously need to use the bathroom.” Tohru stated in her mind as she headed for the half bathroom near her bed. Alice turned the television on to see that the news was on, she was interested in seeing the current events taking place in the world of the Amazons. There was talk about several local elections taking place in her area and the forecast called for a cloudy and possible chance of rain. “This is so similar to our news in my world...That's kind of disappointing.” Alice stated as she began to do some stretching and push ups in the living room. “I've got a spare tooth tooth brush that you can use in the bathroom while I fix us some breakfast. Go ahead and use it, we will be leaving in a hour to get you registered.” Tohru stated as she stretched her arms out a bit before entering the kitchen. Alice could see that Tohru was already dressed while she was still in her shirt and panties. “Oh yippee!” Alice stated with sarcasm as she entered the bathroom to get her teeth cleaned. The redhead started to feel anxious about the whole registration ordeal. She knew what was coming but still didn't like the uncertainty that came with it. “As long as Tohru is with me, I will be safe. That Amazon doctor won't do anything as long as I don't act up...Which means that I'm going to have to play the role of a nice and obedient girl, for today at least.” Alice finished up brushing her teeth and exited the bathroom. “I've got a warm creme cheese bagel and a banana in the living room for you, I'll get you some orange juice in just a moment.” Tohru stated as she started to put some dishes away. “Thanks” Alice responded as she reentered the living room and sat back down on the couch. Alice spent the next half hour going through the channels, she made sure that she only stayed on the stations that Tohru saved, she didn't want to end up like how her friends did. “I've got a pair of clothes laid out for you in my room, go ahead and change and we will get going soon.” Tohru stated Alice nodded her head and then finished her drink before getting herself dressed. Tohru looked over her appearance in a mirror before opening the garage door. “Well well, don't you look great in that.” Tohru stated as Alice came out from the hallway to reveal that she was wearing a white skirt with a light purple t-shirt. “Was there no other clothes that I could wear? I'm not exactly a skirt type of person. “ Alice blushed as she kept her head down. “Sorry, I just grabbed the first thing from the box of clothes, you can change out of them when we get back.” Alice sighed as she resigned to her predicament and allowed Tohru to pick her up and place her into the booster seat as they headed for the registration clinic. The anxiety within Alice started to rise as they continued onward to the destination, but before she knew it, another even more important feeling started to grow within Alice's bowels. “Um... Tohru, is there a bathroom nearby? I really need to go!” Alice asked “We are almost there, just hold it in for a bit longer, okay?” Tohru replied The little clinched her teeth as she focused on keeping herself calm. After an additional fifteen minutes on the road, the duo made their way to the clinic. “First priority is the restroom!” Alice stated in her mind as she was helped out of the car. “You nervous?” Tohru asked as she held Alice's hand as they entered the clinic. “Mainly from my bladder.” Alice noticed the restroom in the corner and ushered Tohru to it. “I'll be right outside, don't take too long.” Tohru stated as Alice entered the restroom. “Thank god this isn't a multiple stall restroom.” Alice pulled herself onto the toilet seat began to do her business after lowering her skirt and underwear. “Ms Tohru Sierra...Is there a Ms Tohru Sierra?” A women announced herself as she opened the door to the guest area of the clinic. “That would be me.” Tohru walked over to wear the employee was standing. “Doctor Alex Brawn will be able to see you now.” The woman replied. “It's already nine!? Tohru looked as her watch to see that it was already five minutes past nine. “Just give me a moment, my little is currently in the restroom.” The employee was shocked to hear Tohru response. Tohru walked over to see if see how much longer Alice was going to be in the restroom but she quickly got her answer as the girl opened the door with a satisfied smile on her face. Tohru could see that several of the Amazons that were waiting in the guest area were not pleased with how she handling her little. “Looks like Alex will be able to see us now.” Tohru stated to Alice as she held out her hand. “Great...Let's get this over with.” Alice took a deep breathe as she felt like she was entering the hornets nest. She took Tohru's hand without objection. Alice passed by a few Amazons that were carrying their little's either by over their shoulder or by their their chest. “Jesus, all of the little's look either sedated or regressed.” Alice didn't like the feel of the place as they turned the corner to entered another room. A sudden smell of lavender soon overwhelmed Alice's senses as they entered Alex's office. Alice started to feel unusually calm but thought nothing of it, given that was what she needed at the moment. “The doctor will be with you in just a moment.” The employee gave Alice a dirty look as she closed the door to the doctor's room. “Did you see all the Amazons? They gave me a look, like I committed murder, haha.” Alice stated as she took a seat on a chair in the room “I saw...Most Amazons believe it's offensive to allow a little to use the restroom by themselves, as if it was taboo. Thankfully the government has not changed the laws on that....For now.” Tohru replied as she took a seat next to her little. The door suddenly opened, revealing Alex as she carried a clipboard with her. “Good to see you again Tohru...And as well to you daughter.” Alex extended her hand to shake Tohru's. “Would you like a lollipop, Alice?” Alex asked as she walked over to her computer. “I would like one.” Alice wanted to object but instead she said the opposite which caught her by surprise. Despite it, the redhead kept her gaze on Alex's every movement, making sure that she wasn't doing anything shady. “Thankfully it hasn't really been as busy as we expected this morning, so I was able to fill out all the most important documents. I'll just need your signature on these few pages here.” Alex handed Tohru some paperwork to fill out and then she handed the lollipop to Alice. “This is so stupid.” Alice went to put the lollipop down next to her but she soon found herself sucking on the item. “What!?' Alice quickly took it out of her mouth and set it beside her. Confused as to why her body disobeyed her commands. “Alright Alice, I'm going to take your blood pressure and a sample of your blood, so be a good a girl and hold out your hand for me, okay!” Alex stated in a playful tone of voice. “Okay.” Alice was surprised to hear herself as she extended her arm out with a moments notice. “So how is your mommy treating you? Alex asked as she finished taking Alice's blood pressure. “Mommy is taking good care of me.” Alice started to blush when she spoke up. It also caught Tohru's attention which gave her a look of concern. “What the fuck did I just say!?” Alice stated in her mind as Alex went to draw some of Alice's blood. Tohru turned her attention to Alex, she knew exactly what was going on but kept her cool for the moment. After putting the blood in a tube and then placing it inside a metal box. Alex pressed a button on it, which quickly made a bing like noise that soon followed by the sounds of a automated printer as it printed out some paperwork.. While Alex was reviewing the paperwork, Alice soon noticed that she was sucking on the lollipop yet again. “What the hell is wrong with me!?” Alice threw the item into the trash bin in frustration. Tohru quickly finished signing the paperwork. “Looks like your daughter is as healthy as they come. Aren't you the responsible one, huh?” Alex pushed her finger on Alice's stomach which caused the girl to giggle out loud. Alice quickly put her hands onto her mouth, embarrassed with how she was handling herself., “Everything is filled out, can we go now?” Tohru asked. “Not so fast!...I just need to get the chip put into your daughter's body and get you the temporary registration certificate ...And we should be peachy.” Alex stated as she went over and to pick up a device that looked like a syringe. “Seriously. What the FUCK!” Alice kept her words to herself as her face was as red as a tomato. “Alright, I will need you to put your daughter on the table. Specifically so that she is laying on her stomach.” Alex asked. Tohru quietly got on her feet and picked Alice up by her armpits and gently placed her on table. There was no exchange between the two. They both knew how awkward the situation was becoming. “Alright Alice, I need you to be a big girl for me and just relax.” Alex stated as she began to slowly lift Alice's skirt and lower her panties to her knees. “Okay.” Alice couldn't believe that she had just spoken up when she wanted to stay quiet and not only that, but she felt oddly as ease with what was occurring. “Alrighty, Looks like we are good to go!” Alex stated as she implanted the nano machine chip into Alice's buttocks. Tohru went over to help Alice of the table but before she could, Alex took out some baby wipes from one of the medical cabinets and began to wipe Alice's butt with it. “What do you think you are doing!” Tohru started to get frustrated with Alex. “I noticed your daughter didn't do a good job at cleaning herself, I'm just finishing up for her.” Alex replied as she made sure that Alice butt was as clean as possible. Alice kept her eyes closed and her hands on her face due to the sheer amount of embarrassment she was feeling. She had no idea as to why she didn't try to stand up for herself and allowed Alex to violate her most private of area's. “Looks like we are good here...Do you have a preference of a diaper for your baby girl?” Alex stated as she removed the girl's panties and threw away the wipes. “I'm fine with her current underwear...Thank you.” Tohru stated with a serious tone in her voice. “If you say so.”Alex stated with disappointment as she handed the panties over to Tohru. “The temporary certificate is proof, showing that you have legally adopted Alice. Don't lose it until the official one comes in your mailbox within the next week.” Alex went over to her computer to grab a piece of paper next to it. “It's almost over. Just stay strong.”Tohru stated as she helped Alice put her underwear back on. The redhead's eye's were bloodshot due to how weak and timid she felt at the moment. “What the hell is wrong with me! This doesn't make any sense!” Alice stated in her mind as she stood by the door with her face down, confused at her mixed emotions. “What's the reason for this!?” Tohru whispered as she showed Alex the scented candle that was next to her medical cabinet. “Just a precaution...I could have used something much stronger but I decided against it. Besides as soon as she leaves the room, her mind will return to normal in a few minutes.” Alex stated as she handed Tohru the temporary certificate. “Also, this is for you.” Alex opened the bottom shelf near her and took out a package of diapers and handed it over to Tohru. “She's potty trained in case you have forgotten.” Tohru replied as she tried to hand the package back over to Alex. “Just hold on to it, just in case you have a change of heart. It's on the house.” Alex stated as she refused to take back the package of diapers. “You are really hard headed.” Tohru stated as she exited the room with Alice behind her. The package of diapers were still in her right hand “Takes one to know one!” Alex winked as she went back to her computer to work on some prescriptions for her other patients. “What were you two discussing?” Alice asked as she kept her head down, she was too embarrassed to overhear the conversation the two Amazons had. “Don't worry too much about it. More importantly...How are you feeling? Both physically and mentally.” Tohru was worried about the effects from candle and if they were as subtle as Alex as suggested. “Physically I feel pretty good, nothing out of the ordinary. I thought I was going to be in a really pissed off mood when we saw that Amazon but I felt rather...Relaxed...Why?... Did she do something to be!?” Alice started to look worried as she asked Tohru. Tohru wanted to tell Alice the truth but she was afraid that if she did, that the portal little would seriously try to murder Alex based on how she reacted from yesterday ordeals. “..Besides cleaning your rear...She didn't do anything that was worth mentioning.” Tohru hated to lie but she knew it was for the best. “She was a big meanie!” Alice pouted as they exited the clinic. Tohru couldn't help but slightly chuckle at how cute Alice talked. “Now that we got that registration out of the way. We can now focus on the other registration with the martial arts tournament.” Tohru stated as Alice climbed into the booster seat herself and allowed her caretaker to buckle her in. “Jesus Christ! That bitch of a Amazon freaking wiped my ass as if I were a helpless baby...And I ALLOWED IT! Next time I see her, I'm gonna deck her in the face!” Alice stated in her mind as the effects from the scented candle had finally worn off. “Hmm. These diapers would actually look nice on Alice...Wait...WAIT A MINUTE!” Tohru smacked the side of her head as she placed the package of diapers in her trunk. She couldn't believe that she even considered for a moment of diapering her newly adopted little. “This isn't about me...This is about getting Alice back to her dimension.” Tohru gritted her teeth as she started her car and headed to the martial arts facility, hoping the drive would be able to clear her mind.

Feces without any type of barrier is very caustic and will cause skin break-down. You have use Desitin, A&D or something like that to keep your skin in tact.

Chapter 28 “How was your day,” Amanda asked with Jamie on her hip. She could tell by his expression that the answer wasn’t good. He looked gloomy, slumped over and not holding eye contact. He responded by burying his cheek in the space between her arm and her body, leaning against and taking comfort in how soft she was. This part of being a little Jamie could accept. He didn’t want to deal with his emotions, so he decided to be sullen and let someone else do the emotional heavy lifting, namely taking care of him. “I’m sorry, buddy.” She got him buckled in, and Jamie didn’t notice where they were going. “I got something that might you feel better, at least on the outside. Remember what we talked about? A massage? Remember?” Jamie didn’t respond. “Well, I scheduled one for us. Won’t that feel good … well, it will.” She pulled up to some chain massage place and took Jamie from his seat along with his diaper bag. A woman working the front desk greeted her, speaking in an affected soothing voice over the sound of recorded nature. The babbling brook made both of them need to pee, but only Jamie got to. “Webb. We have an appointment for a mama and little massage.” “Yes! We talked this morning. You’re lucky we had a cancellation. Normally we’re booked a couple weeks out. Please follow me.” The receptionist led them through a dimly lit hallway into a dimly lit room with a little and a big sized table. A small stereo was playing different nature sounds, and the room smelled of a mixture of lotions and artificially scented candles. Amanda didn’t care that the place looked cheesy. She was content just to know the masseuses were licensed and the place had decent Welp reviews. “Your masseuses will be in shortly. If you don’t mind, you could please make sure he’s in dry underpants, and the two of you can get settled under the sheets.” Amanda quickly changed Jamie. She knew sometimes people were sad or angry or stressed or upset and didn’t want to talk about it. That had never been Jamie’s problem though. She wondered what could have happened at daycare to put him in this funk, sure that if it was something obvious like a fight or bullying or something of that kind, Diane would have told her. Dressed only in a clean diaper, Amanda put Jamie on her should and folded down the sheet, then running her fingertips up and down his back the way he always liked. Funk or not, the kiss of her nails in the small of his back made him shudder. “This is gonna make both of us feel real good, baby,” she said and kissed on the temple. “And then we’ll figure out the rest from there. Promise.” She laid him between the sheet, then remembered his second pacifier in the diaper bag. His lips parted as she offered it to him. Amanda undressed to her own underwear and got beneath the sheet. A few seconds later there was a knock. “We’re ready,” Amanda said just over a speaking voice. Two women came in and exchanged a few words with Amanda. In minute, Jamie’s and Amanda’s backs were exposed, the sheets tucked into the top of the underwear, and gently scented oil was spread on both of them. One of the women leaned down to Jamie and said, “Sweetie, can you tell me if it hurts?” Jamie nodded. “Okay. You just tell me if you want it softer or harder.” She began by rubbing her hands up and down either side of his spine, warming her hands and starting to loosen his back, then switching to be on his side and moving her hands briskly in opposite directions across the width of his back, starting to pull everything apart. Once his back was hot to the touch from the friction, she applied more oil and began to knead his muscles from his neck on down. When she reached areas with deep soft tissue, it felt good. When she reached areas with the soft tissue was shallow and she worked over bone, it hurt. “Harder,” Jamie said. The masseuse found trigger point after trigger point, releasing them like a fault line pulls at the earth. Jamie winced and held his breath through the worst parts, but he didn’t ask her to go lighter. She worked her way across his deltoids and down his upper arms, then gently laid them back at his side and pulled the sheet back up. She took the bottom of the sheet and folded it up so one leg was exposed, tucking the loose end under his hip. Through his diaper she dug into his glutes, working her hand outward to his hip. Jamie shuddered, the pleasure of her hands there catching him by surprise. She worked down his legs, through the large muscles of his thigh and then the thick muscle of his calf. It hurt, the calf. She reached his foot, and her hot hands took the chill from his sole, her kneading fingers and knuckles making his toes curl. She repeated the other side, lifted the sheet, and indicated for him to turn over. Starting back at the top, she dug into his ribs, getting at the muscle and fascia connecting each rib to the next. It hurt. She lifted an arms and worked her way from elbow to wrist, her hands holding his forearm in place while her thumbs pressed and pulled and twisted their way out, down and across. She shook his wrist gently, loosening his hand, and ten worked his palm before tenderly placing it back at this side. She then resumed working on his legs. He rolled back over again, and her fingers worked through his hair, kneading his scalp, and then his forehead; pinching the skins under his eyebrows; rubbing his cheek. A timer dinged. “Take your time getting up and getting him dressed, and ten you can go back out to the reception area.” It wasn’t a short massage, but it did go fast. The two women left. Jamie felt loose, relaxed, relieved. He sat up with is binky still in mouth and saw Amanda do the same. He’d seen her in a bikini but not topless. It didn’t excite him or shame her. She put her arms over her head in a stretch and yawned. Jamie felt like he could sit where was for a few more hours. Amanda stood and picked up Jamie, carrying him to the only chair in the room and resting him against her, his head over her shoulder, their skin still hot from the massage and smelling of lilac and lavender. Amanda had read about the importance of skin-to-skin contact in her littles books, but until today it didn’t seem necessary or natural. She leaned further back so that Jamie was lying flat against her, his cheek resting on her chest. She rubbed his back and hummed the same lullaby their mom sang. Jamie held none of his own weight, but he wasn’t slumped so much as limp, eyes closed and breathing slowly. After a few minutes, she looked down to see he was asleep. She got him redressed, then himself, and carried him to the receptionist. His masseuse was there. Jamie was out cold. They didn’t need to keep their voices down. “Awww. Just look at the little guy,” she cooed. “You did a good job, I guess.” “He’s full of knots and muscles that don’t want to move. You should think about doing this at home on a regular basis. He’s probably so used to feeling the way he does that he doesn’t know how bad all that feels.” “That doesn’t surprise. He carries a lot of stress.” “And it feels like it. He’s gonna have some bruises tomorrow. Make sure he gets plenty of water to flush all the toxins out.” Jamie slept through the car ride and woke when they got home. She carried the groggy boy inside and made him a bottle of formula he leaned against her in that halfway space between awake and asleep. “Buddy,” she said, “Buddy?” She brushed his cheek and he sighed. “Are you hungry?” “No. Can I take a nap?” “Of course.” She laid him in his crib, pulled his clothes off of him, and made sure he had his bottle and bear and binky, and then pulled his blankie up over his shoulders. She left the door open. ______________________________________________________________________________ “Hey, baby,” Becky said coming in the door. “Hey, Mom. We got another problem on our hands. Or, not a problem. Just another situation.” Becky set her purse down, concerned it had to do with the incident at the park. “What’s wrong,” she said, her voice hard and fast. “I don’t know. He hasn’t said.” They walked down the hall to his room. “He was subdued, to the say the least, when I picked him up, and he hasn’t said a word to me. We went the massage place and he feel asleep on me after, and we got home he asked to take a nap.” Becky approached him and put her hand to his forehead. “Does he not feel well?” “I don’t know.” “Has he been doing that the whole time?” “Crying in his sleep? For the last twenty minutes. Guess he’s having nightmares about something.” “And Diane didn’t say anything, or April?” “No. Nothing. I called Diane and she didn’t know what happened, if anything. Then she called April, who said Jamie was quiet after Ella left for the day but that nothing happened that she saw.” “I wonder if they got in a fight.” “Maybe. What do we do?” Amanda sounded worried and upset. Her instinct, as always, was to fix what was wrong. She was prepared for skinned knees, bumped heads, and hurt feelings. She was doing her best to be there for Jamie’s special needs. But until Jamie told her what it was, she couldn’t say or do anything. “Let him sleep. He’s gonna feel awful when he wakes up.” And Jamie did feel awful when he woke up, his eyes crusty and red, his sinuses overfull, his head aching. He stirred, and Becky and Amanda were both there, Amanda letting their mom do the emotional heavy lifting. “Hey, baby,” she whispered. “I bet you’d like a bath.” Jamie nodded weakly and pushed his arms out for Becky to lift him to his feet and pulled off his wet diaper before picking him up and running him a tub. Amanda went to make him a bottle of water and some cold medicine to help with his headache. Mom gently cleaned his face with a washcloth and had him blow his nose on it. She set it aside for a clean one and slowly scrubbed his body, peeling away the thin layer of massage oil on his skin. He drank from the bottle Amanda handed him. She looked pensive. He knew they were both waiting for an explanation, Becky, with twice the years in the world, looked more patient. “Sorry,” he said. “For making you worry.” “Don’t be sorry, baby.” “I just … I guess I needed to just let it suck for a little while.” “Are you ready now?” He nodded and swallowed. “Ella told me she’s a rescue.” At the word, Becky’s eye shut tight and her hand wrung the washcloth as she held her breath, finally letting out an exhale. Amanda’s lips quivered and her eyes watered. Not wanting to lose her composure in front of Jamie, she stepped into the hallway and sat down on the floor with her back against the wall. Jamie told the story. Becky nodded along with her eyes on the rim of the tub, not being able to look at Jamie as he used the words needed to describe it. Amanda put her arms around her knees and let silent tears out. It only took Jamie a minute to tell the story. He could see Becky was holding back to keep from letting more out than she wanted to in front of Jamie, afraid to set his tears off again. “You knew about this stuff in the world.” They must have. Jamie knew when he went to the agency the first time. Becky nodded. “It’s different, isn’t it?” Becky swallowed and asked, “What’s that, baby?” “When it’s someone you know. It’s different.” Jamie knew. He’d known since what felt like forever, since he knew the first one, and the hundreds since. Not ever like Ella, though. He wondered, had he abandoned his world to avoid becoming a bystander there, only to become a bystander here?

I’m glad some of you are liking this! I made a last-minute decision to make Luke a little younger and edited the last chapter a couple of hours after I posted it, so I’m sorry for the confusion for those of you who read the last chapter before I changed it. Luke is three months away from turning three now. The next morning, after thinking about it and considering the pros and cons for much of the day before, Sharon still hadn’t changed her mind. She called Debra with her decision, got Ryan situated with breakfast and a dry diaper, and left to do some shopping. She’d take both kids shopping later so they could pick out their own things, but she had no idea what they had now, so she stocked up on some essentials. She came home soon before lunchtime with some jeans, a few tops, pajamas, loungewear, and some toiletries for Haley, a few things for Luke, and plenty of diapers for both of them. She already had a good bit of toys and clothes for William, so she could use some of his things until she had a feel for what Luke liked and could shop more for him later. They’d probably be close enough to the same size. When Ryan heard the buzzing of the outer garage door opening, he met Sharon at her car to help her carry the bags inside. He knew her well enough to know that she had bought a shit ton of stuff and wouldn’t be able to bring everything inside in one trip. “When are you picking them up?” He asked once they’d brought the bags inside. “At noon. Would you mind coming with me? I want to take them to lunch afterward, and they might feel more comfortable with another kid there.” “Sure. I’m starving.” Sharon rolled her eyes. “After breakfast and a snack I’m sure you’ve already had?” Teenaged boys could go through food like nothing she’d ever seen before. ”Exactly. It’s time to eat again.” Thirteen-year-old Haley sat nervously in Debra’s office with Luke in her lap. Debra had assured them that Sharon was great and would treat them very well, but she was still nervous. She was old enough to remember her own parents, but Luke had been too young when they were killed in a car accident to remember how loving they were. All he knew about parents was that they yelled a lot and beat him when he had accidents in his pants, which was still a common occurrence for the barely potty-trained two year old. Luke was young enough to believe Debra that Sharon was going to be great, and he was ecstatic about having a mommy that loved him. Haley still wasn’t so sure, and it just seemed too good to be true. She at least had her old foster parents figured out and was able to shield herself and Luke from too much trouble, but having to learn the rules and annoyances of new foster parents sounded exhausting. Haley looked curiously out the window when she heard a car door slam, and she felt a little optimistic when she saw whom she hoped was Sharon. She looked younger than she’d expected, as Debra had told her that she had three grown children of her own, and as she came inside, Haley noticed that she was stunning with her dark hair and deep blue eyes. She looked like a genuinely kind person, not the fake kind of nice like her other foster parents had been when Debra was around. Haley had never ratted them out to Debra during her visits, though, because she was afraid of getting placed with an even worse family. Luke struggled to get down from Haley’s lap and ran over to Sharon, holding his arms up for her to pick him up. Sharon was a little surprised that he wasn’t more shy, but she leaned down and scooped him up. “Well, hey, sweetheart!” “Can I call you Mommy?” Luke automatically asked. “Of course you can! If you’re more comfortable with ‘Sharon,’ that’s okay, too, but you can call me whatever you want.” Sharon settled Luke on her hip and gave Haley a warm smile. “And you must be Haley.” The girl nodded shyly. As nice as Sharon already seemed to be, this was just awkward. Especially since she was a teenager wearing a diaper. Sharon and Debra chatted for a few minutes before Debra gave her their file and followed Sharon out to her car to make sure she had a suitable car seat. She was using the one she kept in her car for William until she had time to get a separate one for Luke. He was turning three in January and wasn’t much younger than William, so she figured he would be close enough to William’s size to be able to use his car seat until she could get another one. With Debra’s seal of approval, they told her goodbye and left. The October day was sunny and mild, so Sharon drove to one of her favorite restaurants with outdoor seating. Luke reached for her when she opened the back door and unbuckled the car seat, so she picked him up and carried him inside. The slight crinkle of the padding under his pants reminded her that she had two extra diapers to keep an eye on, so she gently squeezed the front of his pants and found him to be dry. “Tell me when you go potty so I can keep track of when you need to be changed, okay?” Luke nodded and lay on her shoulder. He was finally getting the hang of not going potty in his pants, and now he was back in diapers. He had always gotten screamed at and hurt when he didn’t make it to the potty, so now he felt like he was going to get in trouble for going in his diaper. Debra had tried to explain to him that it was okay and that’s what he was supposed to do now, but his toddler mind was having trouble processing that, and he’d only used his diapers when he couldn’t hold it anymore and his pee-pee came out by itself. “What about you, Haley? Are you dry?” Haley nodded. “Debra changed me right before you picked us up.” Luke had been changed a couple of hours before that, after he screamed and held himself for what seemed like an eternity as his little bladder approached the point of overflowing. It always broke her heart when he got caught short and wet his pants, or soiled himself, when he couldn’t hold it anymore, so she was glad that diapers brought an end to that. He didn’t like having accidents, but his potty needs didn’t usually register until he only had a few minutes to get to a potty before he had an accident. And sometimes the need just sneaked up on him too quickly to even try to get to the potty before he went in his pants. The cheap diapers child services had in stock weren’t equipped to deal with a rapidly-flowing, full-bladder accident, and Luke’s diaper had leaked and soaked his pants when he finally let go that morning. Debra had cleaned him up and changed him, and she’d just tossed his wet pants in the trash. They were too small for him, anyway. Haley knew Luke was probably going to have to pee again before long, and she hoped he could wait until they got home. Soaking his pants in a public place or in the car wouldn’t exactly be their best start with Sharon. She had quickly learned that it was better to let out a little bit of pee at a time to avoid leaking and had tried to explain that to Luke, but he was too-freshly potty-trained to purposefully wet his diaper. Luke stayed in Sharon’s lap when they were led to a table outside. He seemed like he was going to be clingy, but Sharon wasn’t complaining. She was just happy he wasn’t afraid of her. Debra had told her about their background, and with Haley having loving parents for most of her life and Luke not even remembering his biological parents, she thought Haley would adjust more easily and that Luke might shy away from her, but that didn’t seem to be the case. He lay against her, occasionally sipping his juice, as they chatted and waited for their food to come. When they were finished eating and waiting for the check, Luke got down and climbed into Haley’s lap. He hadn’t given much thought to his bladder, but it had filled to the point that it was impossible to ignore. The tingle that alerted him that it was time to find a potty soon was sharp and starting to hurt, and he knew from past experience that he wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. His new mommy seemed nice, but now that he was getting close to pottying in his pants, he was afraid. “Hey, buddy, do you need to tinkle?” Haley whispered. She remembered her mom saying that when she was Luke’s age, so she’d used the same term with him sometimes. Their old foster parents had never really taught Luke how to use the potty, they’d just taken him out of diapers soon after he turned two and beaten him when he had accidents, so she’d done her best to work with him, despite having no idea what she was doing. Luke whimpered and shifted in Haley’s lap, trying to find a position to ease the pressure. He pressed his hands between his legs when he felt a spurt slip out. “It’s trying to come out,” he whispered in a panic. “I told you that you wouldn’t get wet if you’d just go potty a little bit at a time. Let a few tinkles out, then hold it, and then let a little more out a few times while you can still hold it.” Haley paused and let a little pee out herself. “See, I just pottied a little bit, and my pants are still dry!” Luke shook his head, not convinced that it was okay. Sharon took care of the bill and looked over at Haley and Luke. “What’s the matter?” Haley had been hoping this wouldn’t be an issue until they got home, but Luke clearly couldn’t wait that long. Sharon seemed to recognize the situation before she had a chance to explain. “Oh, Luke, do you have to go potty?” Luke nodded miserably. “That’s okay, honey, you’re supposed to wet your diaper. Go ahead and pee-pee, and I’ll change you when we get home.” It was going to be prime naptime for all three of them by then, so dry diapers would be needed all around. “Our diapers aren’t that thick,” Haley explained. “I’ve just been wetting mine a little at a time so it won’t leak, but Luke always got in trouble when he wet his pants, so he’s still afraid to use his diaper. He’ll finally wet it when he can’t hold it anymore, but it’ll leak and get his pants wet.” Sharon gave him a sympathetic look. He didn’t look like he’d make it home, but she could try to get him back in time. She didn’t have any of the diapers she’d bought for them with her. “All right, let’s go. Honey, you won’t get in trouble for going potty, I promise. It’s okay to wet your diaper.” She held her hands out for him, but he turned back into Haley’s shoulder. Haley put Luke down as they walked to the car, afraid he was going to pee on her. He hobbled beside her, holding her hand with one hand and gripping his crotch with the other. Sharon quickly buckled him in the car seat and made sure Ryan and Haley were buckled before she drove off. Luke’s whimpers were turning into sobs, and Sharon looked at him through the rear view mirror. He was wiggling in his car seat, both hands buried between his legs, and she knew from her own children, and more recently from William, that he had two minutes at the most before the floodgates opened. “Luke, buddy, please don’t try to hold it. I don’t like to see you hurting and so sad. I want you to go potty now. I promise, I won’t be angry.” Luke was concentrating too hard on not wetting his pants to process what she was saying. He rocked back and forth in his car seat when he felt a longer trickle escape, desperately trying to hold the rest in. “I hafta pee-pee,” he wailed, bouncing in his seat and kicking his legs. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and Sharon just wanted to gather him in her arms and hug him and tell him everything was okay. Her heart ached for him as he started to lose control. “I gonna pee-pee in my pants!” Luke sobbed when he felt a slow stream force its way past his clenched bladder muscles that he couldn’t hold back and pick up speed. His bottom was too tired to hold in his tinkles, but he squeezed his legs together, determined to try. “It’s coming out, I can’t hold it!” The pee-pee gushing out of him couldn’t be stopped by his clenched muscles, and squeezing his legs together and grabbing himself wasn’t helping anymore. He spread his legs as he forcefully wet his diaper and looked down at his crotch in dismay as his little bladder betrayed him again. His diaper grew warm and expanded under his hands, where he was still holding himself, and his cries grew louder as a wet spot formed on his crotch and moved down his legs. Sharon reached back and patted his leg. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll give you a bath and change you when we get home. You’re not in trouble, I promise.” “I’m so sorry,” Haley spoke up. “I really did try to get him to just wet it a little at a time, but he doesn’t understand that he won’t get in trouble for going in his pants now.” “Don’t worry about it, honey, that’s actually my grandson William’s car seat. He’s a few months older than Luke. That’s not the first time it’s been pottied in. I understand why he’s having trouble with it. Poor little thing was concentrating on not wetting his pants too much to be able to reason with him.” When they got home, Sharon opened the back door and started to unbuckle Luke. He cowered away from her, leaning back against his car seat as much as he could. Sharon placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Honey, I promise I’m not mad. Want to get cleaned up and in some dry clothes?” Luke nodded uncertainly. His wet pants were cold and clammy against his crotch, legs, and bottom, and the waterproof covering of the car seat had left him sitting in a little pool of toddler pee. It was time for his nap, too, and he yawned and rubbed his eyes. Sharon slowly gathered him in her arms and patted his back. “I’ll give you a bath really quick, and then I’ll put you in a diaper that won’t get you all wet when you go potty, okay? I’ve got some warm pjs for you, and I’ll rock you once you’re all clean.” “Let me carry him, Sharon, he’s going to get you wet,” Haley offered. “Oh, I don’t mind. A little pee-pee never hurt anybody.” Sharon shifted Luke to her hip and carried him inside. He slipped his thumb into his mouth and lay on her shoulder. She would have to try to break him of that soon, but she figured he’d had enough trauma for one day. She carried him to her bathroom and started a bath, then spread a towel on the floor for him to stand on while she got him out of his wet clothes. She undressed him as gently as she could, but his clothes were tight and made them difficult to get off, especially with a swollen diaper. Once his clothes and wet diaper were off, she wiped down his crotch, thighs, and bottom with a couple of wet wipes and lifted him into the bath. The sound of running water and the warm bath made Luke even more drowsy, and he sat still, trying to hold his eyes open as Sharon tenderly ran a soapy washcloth over him. Seeing that he was ready to fall asleep, she quickly finished up, dried him off, and wrapped a clean towel around him. “All right, sweetie, let’s get a clean diaper and some pjs, and then I think it’s nap time.” Sharon carried him to her room and got a clean diaper and a pair of William’s footie pajamas. They were a little big on him, but they would work for now. She still needed to wash the new clothes she’d bought for Haley and Luke. She leaned down and kissed his forehead as she taped up his diaper and zipped him into the pajamas. “All set.” She left him lying on her bed long enough to change her own clothes, then picked him up. Luke rested his head on her shoulder, already starting to nod off as she walked to the living room. Ryan was already asleep on the couch, and Haley was on the other end of the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV. She looked drowsy, and Sharon figured she’d be dropping off for a nap before long, too. Sharon covered Luke with a blanket and patted his back as she rocked him. He wrapped his little arms around her neck and snuggled into her shoulder, then subconsciously let his thumb slip into his mouth as he fell asleep. She laid him down on the couch near Ryan’s feet, adjusted the blanket over him, then straightened Ryan’s blanket over him and checked his diaper. He was a little wet, but he’d be okay for a while. She’d changed him before they left to get Haley and Luke, but she liked to let him empty his bladder and have a dry diaper before he went down for a nap. “How’s your diaper, Haley?” Sharon asked. “Are you wet?” Haley nodded shyly. “A little bit, but it’s okay for now.” “I’ll go ahead and put you in a thicker diaper. Do you need to pee-pee at all?” Haley shook her head. “I’ve been going just a little bit at a time because of these flimsy diapers, so I just went.” Sharon got one of Haley’s diapers and a pack of wipes. “Here, lie down on the changing pad, and I’ll change you really quick. I’ve been changing Ryan as soon as he has a dirty diaper, and I usually wait until he wets it twice before I change him, so tell me when you need to be changed. If you feel uncomfortable after just one wetting, I don’t mind changing you more often.” Haley nodded, and she tensed as Sharon pulled her jeans down and untaped her diaper, but Sharon’s soft motions as she tenderly wiped her down and taped a new diaper on her made her feel loved and cared for. She was fast and matter-of-fact about it, so Haley felt a little less embarrassed. Sharon looked through Haley’s bag and pulled out a pair of leggings. “Do you want to put these on so you’ll be more comfortable?” Hailey nodded, so Sharon helped her into them. “Ryan’s been taking naps every afternoon since he started wearing diapers. They seem to have caused some other kids to get sleepy in the afternoons, too. Why don’t you try to take a nap? You look tired.” “I was wondering why I was so sleepy.” Haley lay down on the couch and sighed in contentment as Sharon tucked a blanket around her shoulders and ran her hand over her hair. Sharon sorted through the clothes she’d bought and started a load of laundry, then cleaned up from Luke’s bath and just tossed his too-small wet clothes in the garbage. She had taken the day off of work and was looking forward to having some time to herself, so she got her book and lounged back in the recliner in the living room. She looked over at Haley a few minutes later and realized she still wasn’t asleep. “Haley? Is something wrong?” Haley shook her head. “I’m tired, but I can’t fall asleep.” “Want to come sit with me for a minute? Ryan sometimes needs a little help falling asleep, and rubbing his back or something usually helps.” Sharon opened her arms and shifted in the chair as Haley nervously walked toward her, blanket in hand. She climbed in the chair and relaxed as Sharon draped the blanket over her and held her close to her. “You’re safe with me, honey,” Sharon murmured as she carded her fingers through the girl’s hair. “You’ll be okay.” Haley got comfortable against Sharon, visibly more relaxed, and closed her eyes. Sharon’s soft humming and the loving way she rubbed her back and played with her hair lulled her to sleep. Sharon sat with her and read once she was asleep. A little while later, she closed her book, eased herself out from under Haley, stretched her out in the chair, and adjusted the blanket over her. Haley didn’t stir. Sharon and Ryan had cleared her office out the night before and put a twin bed that had belonged to her son when he was younger and some of his other old furniture in there for Luke. Her office was right across the hall from her bedroom and had functioned as a bedroom when her children were too small for her to feel comfortable with them sleeping upstairs. She’d changed it into an office when Anne-Marie was in kindergarten. Sharon wiped the furniture down, put clean sheets and a comforter on the bed, and vacuumed, then went upstairs to make sure Haley’s room and bathroom were in order. She’d cleaned both the night before, so she just ran an eye over both rooms and went back downstairs to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer. She’d let Haley do what she wanted with the things she’d bought that morning. Ryan woke up a little while later, but he didn’t get up just yet. He was alarmed at first when he realized the padding between his legs was wet and was afraid he’d peed in his diaper while he was sleeping, but then he remembered that he’d been wet before his nap and had fallen asleep before Sharon had a chance to change him. He’d been peeing the minute he felt the smallest urge so much that he rarely made much of a conscious effort to do it except when Sharon was about to change him. He didn’t know when he’d last peed a little bit, but he did it so frequently that it couldn’t have been too long before he fell asleep. He knew he’d been too sleepy to try when they got home, though, and the failure to wet right before his nap had caused him to wake up with a slightly aching need for release, courtesy of his small bladder. Especially since he hadn’t woken up at least once during his nap and peed a little bit before going back to sleep like he sometimes did. He immediately relaxed and wet himself. The tepid, moist padding turned warm and wet from the fresh pee, and he continued lying down and enjoyed the feeling of his wet diaper. He’d been too tired to find a pair of sweatpants when they got home, so he’d just taken his jeans off from under his blanket and gone to sleep in his sweatshirt and diaper. Haley was asleep in the chair, so he pulled his jeans back on and went to the kitchen for something to drink. Sharon was standing at the counter and putting dinner together, and she stopped him as he walked behind her to check his diaper. “Oh, honey, you’re drenched. Let’s go change. I’m sorry I couldn’t change you before you fell asleep.” “It’s okay. I know Luke was miserable.” Ryan followed Sharon to her room, his soaked diaper forcing him to waddle a bit. Once he was changed, he got a snack and some coke and sat at the table to finish up the schoolwork he hadn’t gotten to that morning. When Haley woke up after sleeping for a couple of hours, she was disoriented and forgot where she was. Luke was asleep on the couch, and she remembered that she had a new foster mother now and was at a different house. Her stomach was starting to rumble, and she knew she was about to have to deal with what she’d dreaded the most since being in diapers. Having her wet diapers changed was humiliating enough, but pooping herself and being cleaned up by someone else sounded awful. Her stomach was hurting, and she knew she couldn’t avoid it forever, so she leaned against the back of the chair and pushed down to let her poop come out. The front of her diaper warmed as her bladder voided what little had built up during her nap as well. It didn’t feel as gross as she’d thought it would, but she still wanted to be changed. She could hear Sharon and Ryan talking in the kitchen, so she followed their voices and shyly approached Sharon. “Hey, sweetie, did you sleep good?” Haley nodded. She was thirsty, but she didn’t want to ask for something or to start digging through cabinets or anything. Sharon seemed to read her mind and got a glass from one of the cabinets. “Ryan always wakes up thirsty from a nap. You can have whatever you want from the refrigerator if you’re thirsty. Anytime you want something to eat or drink, just help yourself to whatever you can find. I’ll take you and Luke with me next time I buy groceries so you guys can tell me what you like.” “Okay, thanks. Um...” Sharon got a whiff of a messy diaper and knew what the problem was. She put her hand on Haley’s shoulder and led her to her bedroom. “I’lll change you really quick first.” “I’m sorry, Sharon, this is so gross,” Haley apologized as Sharon untaped her diaper and gently cleaned her up. “It’s okay, honey. Ryan still gets embarrassed, too, but it’s just a fact of life now. I promise I don’t mind.” While Sharon had Haley alone, she took the chance to ask her about Luke. “How is Luke’s potty-training? If he’s anything like my sons were at his age, he was probably still wetting the bed and having accidents during the day sometimes. I’m taking you guys to the doctor to get you checked out as soon as I can make an appointment for you, and even though he’s in diapers, his pediatrician will probably need to know so she can track his development.” “He’s mostly dry during the day, but he didn’t like to poop in the potty. He’d get in trouble if he went in his pants though, so he was getting better about doing that in the toilet. He was still wetting his pants sometimes during the day, but not much. He wet the bed almost every night, though. They didn’t really potty-train him, they just put him in underwear a few months ago and yelled at him and hit him when he had accidents.” Tears filled Sharon’s eyes as she pulled up Haley’s leggings. “That’s terrible! I’m so sorry.” She taped up Haley’s dirty diaper and stood up. “What about naps? Do you know if he still went potty sometimes while he was napping?” Haley nodded. “Every now and then. Sometimes when I wasn’t around to remind him to go potty first, but sometimes he’d still wake up wet even if he went right before. He should’ve been in pull-ups at night, and maybe even for naps, but our foster parents wouldn’t buy them.” Sharon wrapped her arm around Haley’s shoulders as they walked back to the kitchen. “I’ll never hurt you guys, and I’ll take care of you and make sure you have what you need, okay?” Haley nodded, unable to help herself as she dropped her head against Sharon as they walked. “Thank you.” Luke woke up not long after Haley, and he immediately felt wetness between his legs. He was too drowsy to remember that he was wearing a diaper or that he didn’t have mean foster parents anymore, and he sobbed and screamed for Haley. He hoped she could cover up his accident before one of their foster parents found out he wet the bed and hit him. Sometimes she could, and sometimes she couldn’t. Haley was looking through the bags of stuff Sharon had bought for her, but she stopped and started to go get Luke. “I’ll get him,” Sharon assured her. She walked into the living room, sat beside Luke, and held him against her chest as tears streamed down his cheeks. “Sweetheart, what’s the matter? Did you have a bad dream?” She gently rocked and patted his back to calm him down. Luke remembered Sharon now, but the pieces still hadn’t come together in his sleepy mind. He knew he felt safe with her, though, so he buried his head into her shoulder as his sobs slowly started to taper off. “I tinkled in my pants,” he mumbled, remembering that she hadn’t gotten angry when he wet his pants before. Sharon smiled. Her grandmother had said ‘tinkle,’ and she hadn’t known many other people who had used that word as a term for pee. She gently squeezed his padded crotch through his pajamas. “Oh, you are a little wet. That’s okay, you’re supposed to tinkle in your diaper now, and see how your pjs are still dry? Do you want me to change you? I will if it feels yucky, or I’ll wait until you potty again if it feels okay.” Luke shook his head. “No change, Mommy.” “All right. Try to remember to tell me when you go pee-pee again, okay? If you wet your diaper too many times before I change you, it’ll leak.” Luke shrugged, his thumb sneaking into his mouth as he lay against Sharon. She held him close to her and rubbed his back until he became a little more alert. “Do you want some juice?” Luke nodded. “I thirsty.” “I thought you might be.” Sharon stood up and shifted Luke to her hip. After getting a sippy cup of juice for him, she brought some of William’s toys in and settled him on the kitchen floor so she could watch him as she finished dinner. Later that evening, Luke’s eyes started drooping before 7:00. Sharon hadn’t planned to try to put him to bed until 8:00, but it had been a big day, so she figured he was tired. He rubbed his eyes and yawned as he climbed in Sharon’s lap, his hand gripping his crotch as he lay against her. He hadn’t wet his diaper again since Sharon changed him after his nap over three hours ago, and she knew he had to be close to bursting. “I know a little boy who needs to make tinkles and go night-night,” Sharon murmured, kissing the side of his head. “Try to go potty, and then I’ll put a dry diaper and some clean pjs on you.” “Don’t wanna potty,” Luke whined, crossing his legs and tightening his grip on his crotch. The already-wet padding pressed against him weakened his resolve to to hold his pee-pee in, but not enough to let it out. He was already wet, but he still didn’t want to let his bladder go. Going pee-pee on purpose when he wasn’t in front of the potty still felt wrong, no matter what Sharon or Haley told him. “You can stay in my lap, and you know you have to use your diaper. It’s okay. You can get sick if you try to hold your pee-pee too long, and I know it hurts to hold it when you have to go potty so bad. Haley and Ryan have already gone potty in their diapers tonight, and you’ve seen me leave to change Ryan. It’s okay.” Luke shook his head and whimpered when a wave of desperation surged through him. He squeezed his legs together more tightly and wiggled in Sharon’s lap, trying not to go potty. Without the instinctive panic at knowing he couldn’t hold his tinkles much longer, he probably could’ve understood that he couldn’t wait forever and that he wouldn’t get in trouble, but his one-tracked toddler mind was too focused on not losing control of his bladder to think logically. Sharon gently pulled his hands away from his crotch and pried his legs apart, humming softly and rubbing his back as she rocked him. She was trying to relax him enough to wet his diaper on his own. “It’s gonna come out!” Luke sobbed, struggling against Sharon as he tried to hold himself, but she held both of his hands with one of hers and arranged him against her so that he couldn’t move them back to his crotch. He could feel his bladder slipping without the help of his hands and crossed legs. “It’s going to come out anyway, honey, and you’ll feel better if you let it out yourself instead of waiting until you can’t hold it anymore. I know that hurts. Please just go potty. You know you won’t get in trouble. I want you to go pee-pee.” Luke’s cries grew louder as small spurts started to come out and his desperation peaked, and he shuddered when he lost it completely and felt his pee-pee rushing out and warming his diaper. The flood was no match for his toddler bladder muscles, and his sobs dwindled to pitiful cries as he went potty in his diaper. It still felt weird for his pants not to be getting soaked like they had for the last few months the times he lost this battle before he got to the potty and wet himself. “I pee-peed,” he mumbled against Sharon’s shoulder, as if she hadn’t heard the flowing sound from his diaper when he started wetting or felt her lap getting warm. “I know, buddy, it’s okay. Good job. Mommy wants you to go potty in your diaper. Try to go a little more to make sure all of your tinkles are gone, and then I’ll change you.” Once Luke was in a dry diaper and fresh pajamas, Sharon let him have a couple of sips of water before reading a couple of William’s books to him and putting him to bed. “Do you want me to rock you to sleep or lie down with you?” “Rock.” “Okay. Remember that my room is right across the hall from yours. If you wake up and have a yucky diaper, or you just need me, you can come wake me up. Or just cry out, and I’ll come get you.” Luke nodded and lay sleepily on Sharon’s shoulder. He was a little old to be rocked to sleep, but she wanted to coddle him a little bit as he adjusted to his new surroundings. “Night-night, darling. Mommy loves you.” She covered him with a blanket and patted his diapered bottom as she rocked. Once he was deeply asleep, she tucked him into bed and made sure his night-light was on. Sharon was ready for bed herself a couple of hours later, so she went upstairs to check on Haley. She’d been in her room, unpacking and arranging her own things and the things Sharon had bought for her. Sharon knocked lightly on Haley’s open door. “I’m going to bed soon, so why don’t you try to potty really quick so I can change you?” Haley looked confused at the infantile language in Luke’s absence, but she nodded in agreement. Sharon tactfully looked away so Haley wouldn’t feel like she was staring at her. “Um, I’m ready now,” she spoke up a few moments later. Sharon got a clean diaper and a pack of wet wipes from a basket she’d placed under Haley’s bed that morning. “You can come wake me up if you need to be changed during the night,” she said as she gently wiped the girl down. “Or if you ever wake up and don’t feel well or otherwise need something. Ryan’s still shy about waking me up if something’s wrong during the night, and I would hate for you to be in a soiled diaper or feel sick and not wake me up.” “Thanks, I’ll try to remember that. I’m sure my diaper will be okay. I don’t usually have to go during the night.” “All right.” Sharon pulled Haley’s pajama pants back up and kissed her cheek. “Help yourself to whatever you want downstairs if you need anything before you go to bed. Goodnight, honey. Sleep well. I love you.” Haley was taken aback and didn’t know what to say. It had been a long time since she’d heard that from someone besides Luke. “I don’t expect you to say the same,” Sharon assured her. “It’s just important to me that you know you are loved.” Haley nodded. “Thank you. I—it’s been a while since I’ve heard that,” she admitted. Sharon squeezed her shoulder and tried to keep tears from welling in her eyes. She changed the subject. “You’re excused from school tomorrow and Friday, so you can sleep in a little bit in the morning. Ryan’s finishing school online, and you can do that if you want to, or you can go back to school. It’s up to you, but try to let me know by Friday so I can get the materials for you to start school again on Monday. I work from home now, so I’ll be here to change you.” Haley nodded. “I will. Goodnight, Sharon.” Later that night, Sharon was startled to wake up to sobs coming from across the hall. She looked at the clock on her nightstand and saw that it was just after 2 A.M. If William were there, he would’ve been sleeping with her...Oh, right, she had two new kids under her roof now. Sharon yawned and shuffled across the hall, trying to pry her eyes open as she navigated into Luke’s room. She sat on his bed and pulled him into her arms, rubbing his back and trying to soothe him. “Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” She rested her chin on top of his head and gently rocked back and forth. Luke finally calmed down long enough to answer her. “I went potty in my pants, and I was gonna get in trouble, and, and—I tried to hold it, but we were in the car, and—“ “Oh, baby, it was just a bad dream.” Sharon held him a little more tightly and kissed the top of his head. She had a feeling the dream was based upon true events. “Mommy’s here. You’re safe with me. I’ll never hurt you, I promise.” Luke hiccuped as his cries died down to sniffles. “They wouldn’t stop and let me potty. It hurt really bad, and I tried to keep it in, but then it wouldn’t stay in just came out. I pee-peed in my pants and got all wet.” “It’s okay, honey.” Sharon softly squeezed the crotch of his footie pajamas and realized he was wet, which had probably been triggered by the dream. “You are a little wet, so I’ll go ahead and change you. You might make tinkles again before morning, and I don’t want a yucky diaper to wake you up too early. Do you still have to pee-pee a little bit?” Luke shook his head, so she laid him down on her bed, got a diaper and wipes from a basket under her bed, and quickly changed him. She had baskets of changing supplies stashed in almost every room of the house. Luke started reaching for her to pick him up before she could get his pajamas zipped back up. “Let me throw your diaper away and wash my hands, and I’ll be right back.” Once that was taken care of, she gathered Luke in her arms and kissed his cheek as he lay on her shoulder. “I’ll rock you back to sleep, and then you can sleep with Mommy for the rest of the night, okay?” Luke nodded and nestled into the crease of her neck. Sharon patted his back and rocked until his eyes closed and he felt heavy against her shoulder.

The next morning, Blake was confused when his alarm went off and wasn’t sure where he was, but then he remembered that he was at Ryan’s house. He immediately felt wetness between his legs, and he panicked for a moment before his burning rash reminded him that he was wearing a diaper. He hadn’t woken up when he peed, but he knew this was going to happen. He never would’ve drank so much the night before if he didn’t have to be in diapers, and his bladder was already starting to fill again. He almost started to pee, but then he decided to wait and try to hold on until he lost control. Waking up with a nagging bladder had given him a head start, and with the help of some coffee, he would probably be desperate in an hour or so. He’d never drank coffee until the week before, because he’d heard that it was a diuretic, and he had enough bladder issues as it was, but he’d found that it helped when the mood struck to hold his pee until his body forced him to wet himself. After lying in bed for a few minutes, he finally made himself get up. Ryan was sitting up when he passed his room, so Blake waited at the top of the stairs so they could walk down together. Sharon was sipping coffee at the counter when the two drowsy teenagers walked in. She couldn’t help but smile at their drooping, obviously wet diapers under their pajama pants. Ryan was soaked when she checked him, and Blake wasn’t that wet, but she wanted to go ahead and change him because of his rash. It looked worse, so she put more ointment on it and decided to let him go diaper-free for the morning. “I didn’t think I could do that,” Blake said. “As long as you don’t go potty anywhere except your diaper and don’t change yourself, we’re technically not breaking any rules,” Sharon explained as she pulled his pajama pants up over his bare bottom. “I’ll put a diaper under you in your chair, just in case, and I’ll wrap a towel around you so you don’t feel exposed. Just make sure you tell me when you have to pee-pee so I can tape your diaper on you.” Blake nodded. “I guess I could do that. It does feel good not to have anything on my rash. Even a dry diaper irritated it a little bit.” Sharon got a towel and a clean diaper and led Blake to the kitchen. “Ryan, Blake’s rash isn’t any better, so I’m going to let him leave his diaper open until he has to use it. Go in the living room while I help him get settled, and I’ll be in there to change you in a minute.” Once Ryan was gone, Sharon helped Blake get situated on top of his open diaper and tucked the towel around him to cover him up. “All right, just don’t forget to tell me when you need to wet your diaper, okay? I’ll work in here so I’ll be nearby.” She got a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice for him before going to change Ryan. Once Ryan was in a dry diaper, he got breakfast, juice, and coffee for himself. As much as he enjoyed the feeling of a wet diaper, a soft, dry diaper had its own brand of pleasure. The longer he’d been in a wet diaper, the better a dry diaper always felt. He’d woken up during the night and peed, then wet again before he came downstairs, so he’d felt a little waterlogged before Sharon changed him. “Oh, sorry, did you want some coffee? I know you never drank it before, but now it doesn’t really matter.” “Sure. I’ve been drinking it since last week, for that same reason.” Blake sipped his juice and finished his cereal, then took a tentative sip of the coffee Ryan gave him. It still didn’t taste great, but he loved the smell and the warmth of it. They both worked for a while, and Blake started to shift in his seat as his coffee and juice kicked in. A couple of painful urges caused him to squeeze his legs together, but they subsided after a few seconds. When another urge hit him almost immediately after the prior one had calmed down, he knew he was going to lose it soon. He probably still had a few minutes before the dam burst, but he wanted to make sure Sharon had time to change him before that happened. He squeezed his penis through the towel and pressed into his crotch. “Um, Sharon?” He spoke up. “I’m going to wet my diaper soon.” Sharon was surprised, as she’d assumed that he’d emptied his bladder before she changed him that morning, but she didn’t think much of it. She knew he had bladder problems, and the coffee probably hadn’t helped. “Okay, honey. Wrap your towel around yourself, and I’ll put your diaper on in the living room. Can you hold it for a minute?” “Yeah.” Blake carefully stood up and kept his towel wrapped around him, but standing up jarred his bladder, and he crossed his legs as a longer wave of urgency hit him. Damn that coffee. It passed after a few moments, but not before he felt a little bit of pee escape, and he didn’t have much time. He knew from past experience that the next time his bladder pulsated like that, it wouldn’t go away until his bladder was empty. “Oh, god, standing up made it worse. We have to hurry.” Sharon ushered him into the living room, placed his diaper on the floor, and quickly centered him over it without taking the time to grab the changing mat this time. Blake felt his control loosen as he lay down, and his cheeks flushed when he realized his penis was dribbling urine. He held his bladder muscles in as hard as he could, but he could still feel a slow stream slipping past his clenched muscles and into the waiting diaper below him. He was about to lose it completely, and the exhilaration he’d become familiar with in the last week in the moments between feeling the slow stream start to trickle out and the last surge that was so powerful that his pee had to rush out of him was suppressed by the panic he’d felt in trying to hold it until he was covered up. It was much like the panic he endured before he had to wear diapers and found himself in a situation where he was in danger of wetting his pants before he could get to the toilet. He hadn’t completely wet his pants since he was 13 and on a long car trip with his parents, but he’d had close calls and long spurts that dampened his pants while rushing to the toilet several times since then. He’d meant to get Sharon to put his diaper on a few minutes before he needed to be changed, but he’d overestimated how much longer he could wait. “Sorry, Sharon, it’s coming out. I can’t hold it.” Sharon held the front of his diaper over his crotch just in time before he felt the final surge of release as his bladder completely gave out. He gasped softly when he felt his pee rush out more forcefully, even though he was still trying to hold it in. Since he was covered, he was able to enjoy the last loss of control a little bit, but it would’ve been more pleasurable without Sharon kneeling over him and holding his diaper over his penis because he couldn’t hold it long enough for her to properly tape it on him. Sharon could hear a flowing sound as he let go, and she noticed his expression change from tense panic to relief as he forcefully wet himself. She quickly fastened the tabs and straightened the diaper so he wouldn’t leak. “You’re okay, honey, don’t try to hold it back.” “I couldn’t hold it back now if I tried.” Blake sighed and relaxed as he drenched his diaper and savored the rapid warmth that drenched his genitals. It hurt to have to hold it for too long, but finally letting it go was a feeling of pleasure and relief he couldn’t put into words. When he was finished, Sharon wiped him down and put some rash ointment on him. “Try to tell me a little sooner next time, but that was probably the coffee’s fault. If your body’s not used to it, it can mess with your bladder.” “Especially if you have the bladder of a three year old,” Blake mumbled. “I’m sorry, honey. That can’t be easy for you.” Sharon put his diaper in the garbage, washed her hands, and got Blake settled in the kitchen again. After lunch, both boys were getting drowsy, but they didn’t know whether the other one had been taking naps. Sharon watched from the counter, interested to see how this would play out. They were both finished with their school days and were trying to finish getting Ryan caught up in physics, but neither could concentrate, and they both looked ready to drop their heads in their notebooks. Neither of them wanted to bring it up, so Sharon decided to help them out a little bit. “Blake? Have you gotten sleepy in the afternoons since you started wearing diapers? Ryan’s been taking naps every afternoon, and you both look a little bleary-eyed.” They both looked relieved that she had brought it up. “Yeah,” Blake admitted. “I thought it was just me. I didn’t know why I suddenly got so tired after lunch, but I’ve slept for two or three hours every afternoon.” “I thought so. Why don’t you guys go lie down on the couch? You can finish helping Ryan when you wake up, and you can spend the night again if you want to. If your dad’s not changing you much during the day, I’d rather your rash clear up a little bit before you go home.” “Thanks, Sharon, but you don’t want to have to change me for another night,” Blake said. “I don’t mind, I promise. Ryan, try to pee-pee while I put Blake’s diaper on him. You’ll both be more comfortable if you fall asleep with empty bladders and dry diapers.” Sharon guided Blake to the living room, making sure he was covered up, and taped his diaper on him. “Do you need a minute, or can you go ahead and wet it?” “Sharon. Holding my pee might be a problem sometimes, but it’s always a safe assumption that I can let it out at any given moment.” Sharon chuckled as Blake concentrated for a few moments and relaxed his posture as he started wetting, without a shred of shyness. She could tell when he was finished and pushed down a little harder to make sure he was empty. “Okay, I’m done. I’m about to pass out. You can change Ryan in here, I’ll be asleep before you can get my diaper to the garbage.” Once he was wiped down and in a new diaper, Blake lay down on the couch in just his diaper and t-shirt. Sharon spread a blanket over him and ruffled his hair before going to the kitchen to get Ryan. “Did you try to pee-pee?” “Yeah. I was able to go a little bit.” Sharon squeezed Ryan’s diaper as they walked to the living room. “Oh, honey, you should’ve told me you were so wet! I keep forgetting to check you.” Ryan didn’t know if he was more used to being changed now or was just ready to trade his sodden diaper for a dry one, but he willingly lay down on the changing mat without hesitation. Blake was already asleep and breathing heavily, so he wasn’t worried about being changed in front of him. He felt refreshed after Sharon wiped him down with a cold wet wipe, and the soft padding of his dry diaper teased his genitals. Once he was on the opposite end of the sectional couch from Blake and under a blanket, he squeezed his legs together, trying to quell the aroused nerve endings between his legs. It wasn’t so much that he was going to become completely aroused, but the soft padding was causing some stirrings. He finally calmed down, but he wasn’t able to fall asleep, as tired as he was. Sharon came in a few minutes later, surprised to find him still awake. “What’s the matter?” Ryan shrugged. “I’m tired, but I can’t fall asleep.” “Hmm...” Sharon got the box fan from her room and plugged it in. All of her children had slept more easily with the white noise from the fan, and she still liked it, herself. Once it was humming, she sat on the edge of the couch and patted the top of his thigh, right at the edge of his diaper, in a soothing rhythm. With her other hand running through his hair, Ryan’s eyes started getting heavy almost immediately. “Oh, my god, that feels so good.” “I thought it would.” Sharon kissed his forehead and easily soothed him to sleep. A little while later, Sharon took a break from work and looked in on the boys. They were both still unconscious. They had shifted a little bit, and their blankets were no longer completely covering them. In just their t-shirts and diapers, they looked like overgrown toddlers. She straightened their blankets over them and went back to her work. Blake woke up after an hour and a half with a twinging bladder, thanks to two cups of coffee that morning and juice with lunch. He’d normally hold it for a little while longer, but he wanted to go back to sleep. He was too uncomfortable to be able to sleep again, so he pressed his hands to the front of his diaper and let go, sighing contentedly as the pressure was relieved and warm wetness spread around his crotch. He loved feeling his diaper get warm against his hands when he wet it, and he could feel it even better now with no pants over it. He gently squeezed his legs together, savoring the warmth, and went back to sleep. Ryan usually didn’t nap much longer than two hours, but when he woke up a couple of hours later and saw that Blake was still asleep, he lay back down and decided to sleep a little longer, himself. He barely noticed as he warmed his diaper with fresh pee, and the soothing hum of the fan had him unconscious again in no time. When he woke up again almost an hour later, he was worried at first when he realized he was wet, but he vaguely remembered letting himself pee when he woke up earlier. Blake was starting to sit up, too, and Ryan noticed as he paused for a few moments and then relaxed. “Dude, you peeing?” Blake nodded. “I knew drinking coffee would make me pee a lot. I woke up a while ago and peed then, too.” He grimaced as his wet diaper pressed against his rash. “I need to tell Sharon I’m wet.” Ryan followed Blake into the kitchen and watched as he matter-of-factly asked Sharon to change him. He was a little jealous that he had a hard time being so straight-forward with her. Ryan only told her he needed to be changed when he’d pooped and she didn’t realize it, because he just couldn’t stay in a messy diaper any longer than necessary, but he never told her when he was wet enough to be uncomfortable. Sharon cupped Ryan’s crotch with her hand as she walked by him to change Blake. “You’re a little wet, but you’ll be okay for a while.” She’d probably stop checking his diaper all the time if she could trust him to tell her when he was wet enough to need a change, but he just couldn’t make himself do it, as much as he’d like for her to stop squeezing his crotch all the time. One afternoon the following week, Sharon was working in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Ryan had been napping for a couple of hours already, so she wasn’t surprised when he groggily sat up and rubbed his eyes as she walked through the living room to the entryway to the front door. She also wasn’t all that surprised to find his social worker on the front step. She’d expected a surprise visit since the diaper law had passed. “Hi, Debra, please come in,” she greeted. “Hi, Sharon.” Debra smiled when she saw Ryan peer drowsily at them from the couch. He was only wearing a long sweatshirt and his diaper, and she could see the padding peeking out from the edge of his blanket. “Ryan’s in diapers, I see, that’s good.” Sharon remembered that Ryan had fallen asleep before she had a chance to change him, so she instinctively walked over to him and softly pressed her hand between his legs. There was no inappropriate intent behind it, she was just checking him like she would a baby or a toddler in a diaper, but she quickly pulled her hand back. She wasn’t sure that was the best move in front of his social worker. “It’s okay, Sharon,” Debra assured her. “I know you’re just seeing if he needs a change.” “He slipped in here and fell asleep before I had a chance to change him, and he never tells me when he’s wet,” Sharon explained, “so I try to make sure he doesn’t have to sit in a soaked diaper for too long.” She felt his diaper again, as she hadn’t gotten a good feel for how wet he was the first time. He needed to be changed soon, but Debra’s visit probably wouldn’t last long. Debra looked around for a few minutes, not surprised to find all of the appropriate materials for a diapered teenager finishing high school at home. She accepted a mug of tea when Sharon offered and sat in a bar stool at the kitchen counter. “You weren’t on my priority list of people to check for compliance with the new law, but I wanted to talk to you in person,” Debra said. “I know you got licensed for foster care specifically because you knew Ryan, but this new law has foster parents dropping out of the system, and it’s also causing me to have to remove kids from homes. I have a thirteen-year-old girl and her almost-three-year-old brother whose foster parents refuse to follow the law, so I need a new placement for them. I really don’t want to separate them, and I’d take them home myself if I had room for them. I’m at a loss. I have a family I could send them to, but I’m not crazy about it. They had a bad experience with the foster home they’ve been in, and I just think you could provide a more loving environment for them than any of my other options. I’ve been suspicious of their current placement for months, but I was never able to find anything that warranted pulling them out of the home.” “I’ve actually been thinking about fostering more children once Ryan’s in college,” Sharon answered. “Let me talk to Ryan about it. Can I get back to you tomorrow?” Debra nodded. “Sure. Thanks, Sharon. I just need to have a little chat with Ryan, and then I’ll be finished here. I won’t bring this up to him, but you know I have to go through the motions.” “I know. I’ll be on the back porch. Take your time.” Once Debra was gone, Sharon went inside to change Ryan’s diaper. Happily dry and comfortable now, he got a snack and a glass of juice in the kitchen. He’d heard Sharon say something like “I’ll talk to Ryan about it” when Debra was there, but he hadn’t been paying attention to them before that, so he didn’t know what they’d been talking about. Debra hadn’t seemed any different than normal when she talked to him, so he wasn’t that nervous that something was wrong, but he still felt a little apprehensive. He looked at Sharon expectantly, wanting to get whatever conversation they needed to have over with. Sharon explained the situation to him and gauged his expression for a reaction. Ryan was relieved that there wasn’t a problem, but he was confused about why Sharon thought she had to check with him. “Why are you asking me?” “Because this affects you, too. I’m not going to make such a big decision without discussing it with you first.” Ryan shrugged. “Whatever you want to do is fine. You’ll have to change their diapers and stuff, not me.” “Are you sure you don’t mind? It’s okay if you’re not sure about it. We can talk about it and make the decision together.” As much as Sharon loved Ryan, she was excited about the prospect of having younger children under her roof again. Especially a small child that was required to be in diapers, where she’d get the cuteness and cuddles of a toddler without dealing with potty-training and the constant worry and inconvenience of accidents. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to do it. Ryan nodded. He wasn’t all that thrilled about having two other kids around, but he’d still have the freedom to go out with his friends or seek the privacy of his bedroom when he wanted to. Sharon had done so much for him and seemed excited about it, and he had no desire to be the reason that two innocent kids were shuffled from one unloving home to another. “Okay,” Sharon said. “I’m going to sleep on it and call Debra first thing tomorrow.”

I havent had to deal with a messey diaper yet.... but i have notice the nice fellings i get just from checking a diaper...i also notice it more fun to check a diaper when under clothing vs a diaper warn without pants for clothing.... i guss it bacause since i cant see it im really checking

Unfortunately, not everyone views "panty/undy pooping" the same way some of us do. I got a friend I wish I could get interested but without reveling my little life long secret, he has made it clear he has no interest. I found it funny how he would talk to me about his' pooping activities in details but he isn't interested in messing with it. A person can kinda ask questions without telling them "I love pooping my pants". There are also some of us that do not wish anyone else to be involved with us or private with it. That is the way I am.

I believe the reason some here don't understand this, is because being an AB or little is NOT a kink nor is it sexual in nature. This is not a bedroom only activity. However, is seems a lot of people here only include being an AB during their sexual activities and therefor associate it as a kink. For these people then yes, it should be kept in your bedroom and away from your kids. For those who are more naturalized AB's or Littles, then the question still remains. Should you still try to hide this part of who you are from your kids. Mind everyone here I'm not talking about just being in a diaper, it's more acting little your self.