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Hello everyone *waves* I had some inspiration and was able to finish the next part of the story. I hope everyone is having a great weekend and found fun things to do with their time. If you are choosing to spend some of it reading my story i thank you very much and appreciate it. Several of my friends are spending the weekend going to driving schools to get better at recreational driving while others are having a blast at a convention. Whatever you are doing have fun! Third Piece Accident... the word echoed in Felicia's mind. "What do you mean accident, what happened?" She asked confused at Donna's current demeanor and not knowing what she could be talking about. "My mom will be here shortly, can it wait until she gets here?" Donna's pained expression gaining a slight flinch at the question. "Honey, you need to come inside so we can talk" Donna took Felicia's hand and imploring the girl to come back into the building. "It is really important dear and best if we talked inside" Nodding her head she allowed Donna to guide her back inside and to the elevator. The wait for the elevator to come back down only added to the tension and Felicia's confusion. Stepping on and pressing a button for her offices floor Donna kept hold of her hand the whole time not letting go. Reaching her office she led her in and over the couch and asked to to sit down. This was not going to be easy, when she allowed Celina to list her as an emergency contact it was only in case no one could reach Felicia. Never did she think something like this would happen. Getting a couple of bottles of water from the mini fridge in her office she gave one to Felicia before sitting down herself next to the small girl. Shaking hands opening the bottle before taking a small sip before sitting it on the table she steeled herself. The world was dulling again at the edges around her, accident she had said. What accident? Why was Donna so nervous and..... was she shaking? She had never seen Donna shake or look so unsettled before in any of their sessions, even when she had lashed out at her in the hospital that one time. "Honey?" Donna caught her attention again, turning to meet her gaze Felicia waited. "I got a call from the police department, they said they couldn't reach you. Your mom had you listed as her first contact in case of emergencies, i was listed as number two just recently." Pausing to gauge Felicia's reaction and seeing a blank look she reached to hold her hand before continuing "There was an accident with a semi truck" a pause "Your mom was driving across an intersection when a semi truck ran the light and hit the driver side of her car" She could see the small girls eyes widening and watering slightly. "I'm sorry honey" pulling her into her arms "She's gone" Feeling her own voice cracking and wetness on her cheeks. Gone? Mommy was..... gone? Donna had pulled her into a hug at some point, she didn't remember when it had started but her cheeks were streaking with tears she did not remember letting go. Gone..... gone.... accident.... gone, the words kept playing over and over in her mind when it finally clicked. "No" it came out a whisper "no ....No... NOOOOO!!!!! Mommy!!!!" She began screaming and heaving with every breath, tears falling freely. "Not true, you're lying it's not true" Donna continued to stroke her back all the while not knowing what else she could do. Pulling back and looking in Donna's eyes seeking answers all she saw was tears and grief. "Ahhhhhh ahh hah ahhhh nooooo!"The wail was deafening filling the entire office and certainly could be heard outside as well. Donna did not know how long it lasted but it was the most heartbreaking sound she had ever heard. Between coughs from not breathing and continued howling the small girl was starting to feel light headed. The cold feeling was coming back again that she feared and dreaded. She felt Donna pulling her to lay her head on her lap and felt her stroking her hair. Pulling her twin ponytails away to allow access to the back of her neck she continued stroking her head top to bottom. "Cold... so cold" She whispered just loud enough for Donna to hear. Reaching behind the couch pulling the heavy blanket that was primarily for decoration down and covering Felicia with it. She tucked it around all sides and continued to stroke her hair alternating with her back until her breathing finally calmed. Satisfied she had finally fallen asleep Donna removed herself but placed Felicia on top of a pillow making sure she was comfortable. Looking down she could see the tears still falling, even in her sleep her grief continued. Her lips barely moving Donna could just barely hear her calling for her mother. Why was the world being so cruel to this poor girl, no one deserved this. Heading for her desk she retrieved her cell phone and reached out to the detective that had contacted her to inform him that Felicia was with her and was safe. Being eighteen now she was considered and adult and did not need a guardian so the police would not be coming to take her anywhere. She wasn't really sure where to go from here though, both of Felicia's still living grandparents were in a retirement homes and her father had her left her mother when Felicia was only 6 months old. Deciding there was only one course of action to take at this point she decided to have all her appointments for the next week rescheduled. Gathering her things up and closing the office down for the day she went to start her car and pulled it out front of the building. The office building had security on staff and she asked them to please watch her car while she went upstairs to get Felicia. She did not want to wake the girl up, not now after she had fallen asleep. Reaching under her legs and back she tested out if she could lift her to find she was even lighter than expected. How could someone so small carry so many burdens. Carrying her to her car the security officer was nice enough to have stayed outside and even opened the door for her to place Felicia in the passenger seat. Buckling her in and leaning the seat back so she could rest Donna thanked the officer and buckled herself in before pulling away and heading home. It was dark by the time Donna had gotten home, the traffic was horrible. She ended up unknowingly driving by the very scene of Celina's accident. The truck was a massive red eighteen wheeler, Celina's small Toyota hatchback had never stood a chance. She saw it a block away from the intersection on its roof with the door cut off, a trail of destruction had been left in its path after the accident. Broken phone poles and destroyed mail boxes littering its path until it had slammed into a brick building. When she had asked the detective how bad the accident was he said he could not overstate what had happened and that much was true. The only comfort in the tragedy was he had told her that she had died on impact and did not suffer. He told her that her eyes were closed and face relaxed when they pulled her from the wreckage. Pulling into her garage and opening the door to the house she came back and retrieved Felicia and carried her to her houses guestroom and tucked her in bed. Placing a glass of water on the bedside table and turning on a lamp so she could see when she stirs Donna left to go and take a long shower to collect her thoughts. Rain? Was it raining? Felicia could hear what sounded like water drops in the distance. She was running in the rain trying to find cover from the sudden downpour. It was hard to see and the winds were pushing her all over. Where was she anyways? The streets were unfamiliar, the buildings looked old and abandoned. Everything she could see looked like it was falling apart with no signs of life. "Hello? Is anyone there?" Yelling into the storm hoping for a response but did not get one. She went to a random house and started beating on the door. "Hello can i please come in, its cold and I'm lost." No response, the lights were out. Moving along she tried the next house followed by the next and the next. All empty with no answer, the storm was letting up but she was cold and alone. After the rain had stopped she started to wander this strange place. Everything looked so neglected like no one had been here in years and she couldnt help but feel like she really was all alone here. Alone, cold and scared she wandered for what felt like forever. Finally finding an old store she wandered inside and found dry blankets and camping supplies. Making herself a warm fire and wrapping herself up she felt very thirsty but also very sleepy eyes feeling heavy and dropping. Hearing distant water droplets again she stirred finding herself in a bed now feeling warm but also cold at the same time. Sitting up she found a lamp on at the side of the bed along with a glass of water. Where was she? She felt so dehydrated and thirsty downing the glass in one go. "So it was a dream" she said to herself. Looking around, where was she? The last thing she remembered was being at Donna's office and something about an accident. Tears began falling on the bed sheets. "Mommy" She whispered hoarsely. "I don't want to be alone, please don't leave me alone" Trying to calm herself so she did not have a panic attack she tried taking in her surroundings as a distraction. She realized now that the water she had been hearing sounded like someone taking a shower. Is that why she dreamt it was raining? The vacant town falling apart gave her an eerie feeling and sense of foreboding. Deciding it was time to get out of the bed she felt a strange sensation like she had been sweating and felt clammy. Drawing the blankets away a large sweat spot was on the sheets in the middle of the bed. Getting up and looking around the room for a towel she could use to wipe the sweat away from herself she found one hanging on the back of the bedroom door. Starting with her arms, then legs and dabbing her stomach before finally wiping down her face she froze. Eyes widening in shock the towel didn't smell like sweat at all, no not at all. Now realizing why she was so dehydrated and possibly why there was so much rain in her dream. The towel smelled like urine.

*open a portal to the alternative diaper dimension where all this amanda possibilities are true for you and stuffs you through so you can enjoy being a very very big guy who starts bed wetting and gets diapered and breastfed by your equally hug mother again while teying to keep it a secret form your tiny adoptive brothers* enjoys

Hi Everyone, I'm early on in the 24/7 diaper wearing but have been gradually increasing my use of the past year with the use of the Mistress Mommy Solution program. I really want to stick to the program and am looking for weak points that I know may lead me to not wear. One is going to a concert. My mommy and I love live music and theater but I can see that it may be a problem wearing for the 4-5 hours that it will take to drive to and experience the event. How do other 24/7 wearers handle this? I can see maybe changing in the parking lot before going in and wearing a thicker diaper that I know will get me a few hours use maybe. Should I take in a backpack? I'm sure I will get a look from security when they open my bag and see diapers. Maybe that is just something I need to get used to?? The other event that I know about is a family reunion that will be coming up with the 4th of July. We live a few hours away and will be traveling with my daughter ( early 20's) who doesn't know about my diaper wearing. I've been able to keep it from her with wearing baggy pants and relatively thin diapers that I have to change every 2 hours. I guess I could go to the car and change if needed and maybe wear a little thicker diaper. I'm definitely learning that you have to be prepared and with all the tools out there are many ways there. Is there any advice from those that have lived this longer than me? I really want to commit, so I want to find out how I can do it while feeling secure and protected.

Hello Everyone, This is my first time writing a story. I have been reading everyone else's stories for years and finally decided to make an account and try writing my own. I want to try and have a new Piece once a week to add on and hope i can achieve that. Diapers will come in later chapters as it develops, i have a lot of different ideas that i want to try out and inspiration comes at random times. There will be dark times and good ones, sadness and joy and hopefully humor as well. Thank you for giving me a chance if you are reading First Piece Keys could be heard as a door was unlocked and someone returned home. Felicia had returned from work and was looking forward to an evening of comfort. She emptied out her pockets on the counter top in her kitchen in the usual manner, followed by her phone and purse. Walking into her bedroom the first to go was her top followed by pants and lastly underwear while heading for the bathroom. No care was really taken in where her clothes landed, no one visited her anyways. All she desired right now was a hot shower to clean the days dirt from her. Coming from a middle income family and having average grades in school limited her options in pursuing career interests. In the end she had to settle with vocational school and learning a trade. It wasn't glamorous and she often felt she was looked down upon by others for not having earned a degree but she was free and independent. The only downside really was it was hard dirty work some days. Over the years since school she had lost touch with friends who had become great successes by the normal definition. College grads with bright careers and lovers to support them in their dreams. Looking in the mirror she saw none of these things, her reflection was one of a girl whom really needed a shower that had dark circles under her eyes. Letting the shower run and steam the whole bathroom up helped hide the face she did not want to see in the mirror. She took her dull blonde hair out of its twin tails placing the hair ties on the counter and stepping into the shower. As hot as the water was she didn't really feel anything, the heat didn't bother her in the least. Wetting her long blonde hair she proceeded to grab her shampoo bottle and scrub until her hair was full of suds and soap. Scrubbing all over until the grime was gone and she was clean as could be she proceeded to step out of the shower. Seeing herself in the mirror she was finally satisfied that the remains of the day at work had been all removed. Skin clean and clear and her hair having its shine restored with all the muck removed. "Finally" Felicia said. It seemed to take forever to get clean some days. Standing at only 5 foot 2 everyone at work would always seek her out when a space was too tight for them to reach hoping her small stature would help get the job done faster. She often wondered if that's the only reason they kept her around, simple convenience or someone to tease. None of the guys ever hit on her, they always would cat call girls passing by wearing expensive heels and flowing skirts with halter tops showing their cleavage for the world to see. Being so short and having breasts barely even a b cup gave her no confidence in the realm of attracting anyone's eyes. Her high school boyfriend Daniel had not helped with her poor self confidence. She had loved him so much and he was the first person she ever opened up to and got close too. They had started dating in sophomore year after one day out of the blue he had left her a note with his contact information. He took her to the movies, bought her dinner and did all the things a good boyfriend should. He even opened doors for her and treated her like a princess. Coming from an affluent family he was allowed to live alone and was given a large monthly allowance. He seemed like the perfect guy at first, however that was before they had become intimate and she learned of a much darker side. He had kinky interests such as wanting to tie her to the bed, spanking her and making her call herself his little slut and whore. It being her first time and losing her virginity in such a manner had left an impression. She loved the feelings her gave her in bed. They had stayed together until their senior year in high school and at one point he had promised to always be with her. He had proposed but instead of with a ring it was a collar that only he had the key to. Accepting happily without a thought she never expected that only a few months later he would cheat on her and tear her whole world and life asunder. Her name was Ashley, she was taller then Felicia by a good 6 inches and had large breasts a small waist and curvy hips. She had the figure every girl wanted and then some. Along with curly brown hair and eyes to match boys would gawk at her wherever she went. Daniel had gone on a skiing trip with some friends and met her there. Within only a matter of weeks it seemed like Daniel was constantly bringing Ashley up or mentioning something about her. During one of their passionate sessions Daniel had tied her into a black open bust leather corset with ankle and wrist cuffs to match as well as fishnet stockings with garters. Lying in bed with her hands behind her back linked together by small chains and legs raised high and apart Daniel leaned in and whispered into her ear"You know my little pet maybe we could get you some breast implants one day" Slightly taken aback she answered "but i thought you loved me as i am why do you want to change me?" Kissing her neck and nibbling he only responded with an animalistic growl before taking her without further comment. He thrust deep into her causing her to yelp in response. Choosing to end any further chance of conversation he pulled out her bright red ball gag he reserved for special occasions. "No more talk now little one, its time for fun" Grabbing and twisting one of her sensitive nipples she opened her mouth in pleasure which he quickly took advantage of forcing the gag in and strapping it behind her head. Placing nipple clamps on her following this only pushed her further into pleasure and submission. Recently he had taken to teasing her off and on by stopping and using a vibrator on her as well as a special arousal oil he had gotten online. It drove her mad, the tingling of the oil as he rubbed it into her slowly drawing out begging mewls behind her gag begging for more. He next blindfolded her taking away sight and then something new, earplugs. He had never taken away her sense of sound before. Not knowing where he would attack next she could only lie in wait and anticipation. Nibbling starting on her neck as a vibrator was placed just on the inside of her thigh. Roaming her up and down both legs but just missing her pleasure center. He continued this off and on until finally he stopped completely. She felt him mount her and place himself ready to enter and then it happened, he thrust deep into her hard and without mercy. Rocking her harder and harder she could only squeal into her gag in pleasure until he brought the vibrator back full force. Pressing it hard against her as he thrust deeper sending her into a screaming frenzy behind her gag. Somewhere along the way one of her earplugs had come loose and fallen out. Feeling herself reaching orgasm she could hear and feel him reaching his as well. "MM Ash...." She thought she heard but lost all train of thought after that only coming to when he was untying her hands and taking away her gag. "I love you my little pet" He said before snuggling her and letting her fall asleep. One day a couple weeks later Felicia was out at the mall picking up a special order item for her mom when she saw Daniel waiting outside a store. Happy for the chance encounter and not thinking she rushed to see him only to stop when she saw Ashley walk out to meet him. Stunned she could only observe her fiancee kiss her on the lips and then turn and head in her direction of all places. Frozen in shock she was easily spotted. "Hello Felicia" Ashley greeted, "fancy meeting you here" "Wh...wh.. whats going on here? Daniel whats happening? "Felicia asked, too many thoughts and confused feelings flooding her mind not knowing what to say. "It should be obvious" He stated coldly and without emotion "You have been replaced, did you really not suspect something was going on?" "Silly little girl" Ashley followed up with "You were practice for a much bigger prize" Looking down on the shorter girl with a smug smile Reeling in shock with every word and at a loss panic began to settle in her heart 'Please tell me this is a joke, this is not real. I ... I gave you my everything. My virginity, my heart, all of my love. You said you wanted to marry me" tears flowing Felicia ignored any passerby who may of noticed her breakdown. "You were great for a while, you were so submissive and ready to meet all my needs like a good little slut that you got so good at calling yourself for me. You accepted any little pet name i would give you and would submit to my every desire but that was part of the problem. What i need is an equal who can stand next to me and not a little girl" He stated coldly. "Just look at yourself" Ashley interjected " You look like a middle schooler still, you have barely any figure and even allowed yourself to be collared as an engagement. How dumb could you be?" Everything became blurry at that point, feeling extremely light headed Felicia reached for something to steady herself on her feet trying to catch her breath with tears streaking her cheeks. "I think we are done here honey its time for us to continue our date, You mentioned you wanted to go by the jewlery store to look at rings right?" Was the last thing Felicia heard Daniel say before they moved out of sight walking away. Looking around she realized that they had attracted a crowd filled with hushed whispers, women holding hands over their mouths. Several stealing glances at the couple walking away and even one whispering "She really is wearing a collar, i thought it was just a silver hoop necklace at first" another woman whispering "calling herself his little slut, does she have no dignity?" No longer able to take the pressure Felicia bolted right for the exit running as fast as she could. She ran and ran and ran as long as she could and as far as she could only stopping when she finally reached home. Her home she shared with her mom for the past 18 years, the one constant in her life she could depend on. Busting in the front door eyes red and puffy her mom was nowhere to be found. Wandering the house she came across her mothers painting studio and decided to wait here for her to come home. Nothing felt real , her entire mind reeling from what had just happened. Not only was she dumped, no that would have been easier. A break up would of been a gift in comparison to this. She had been publicly humiliated, torn down in front of others for her body being little, called stupid. Her most intimate secrets outed in front of strangers at a mall she went to all of the time. Made to be a fool and implied she was nothing but practice, a disposable toy that would of never been Daniels equal. Eyes roaming the studio, nothing made sense and nothing felt real. There was no way this was real it had to be a terrible dream she needed to wake up from she just needed a way to end this nightmare. A glint caught her eye on the table, a retractable razor blade her mother used to trim things around the studio. She played with it in her hands feeling the weight of the tool and opening the blade observing its gleaming edge. "If this is a dream then this wont hurt and maybe i will wake up, but if its real and i really am awake it will all be the same. I just want this nightmare to end" Barely a whisper heard by her own ears as she said it. She dragged the cold blade swiftly across her wrist feeling a sensation all new to her and eyes widening in realization this was no dream. Her blood starting to run out on the canvases on the table, dropping the blade everything started to go hazy, "Felicia, are you back honey" She could hear her mother calling from somewhere. Her eyes feeling heavy and unable to support herself falling to the floor. All she could see was the floor next to her face, light fading and hearing far away foot steps and a distant scream.

She woke up as usual, in a full wet & messy diaper & strapped to her spreader pants that usually never came off anymore. Her hands in her mittens tied above her waist due to her always touching herself & she knows Daddy & Mommy’s rule very well about that. Her face had dried milk to it hidden from her paci that was strapped around her neck. She also wore a type of goggles that made her vision blurry to make her feel more like a baby. She knew that Mommy or Daddy would be in to see her any moment due to the sensory pad she was laying on which beeped in their room to tell them baby was awake & moving around. Usually they would leave her there for about an extra 5 mins or so she can wake up still groggy & aware of her hypnosis MP3 still playing in her ears. Her life was micromanaged in every way & one of those ways was her sleeping habits. They had her sleeping most of the day & night through medication laced in her bottles. She was only allowed awake for about 8- 10 hours a day and during that time she was being trained for her other role… a sex slave for Daddy, Mommy & some of their friends. Daddy wants to mold me into his perfect baby sex slave & that has lots of training. It all started about 3 years earlier on a kinky site, he had named a lot of the kinks I liked & thought we would click, I didnt know how much we would click. He was married & was looking for a baby girl & I was looking for my forever Daddy, a Daddy that I would keep hopefully forever- I wanted to be a slave so that way I had to no option to leave him or leave the lifestyle, If I was going to do this, I was in the for the long haul. We had chatted for well over 6 months the before we finally met. He was from VA & I was in Florida. Mommy & daddy decided to go to Disney & meet the baby girl at their hotel & spend the day together. Due to all the meds I've taken throughout my new life, I only remember bits & pieces… I remember being put into 3 diapers & a booster in each one… I was then dressed in a loose tank top & a skirt overall. My hair in pigtails & my feet into hello kitty crocs. I was given a 1 liter bottle of juice (which was laced, as I later found out) that had a nipple at the end, & I was to drink like a baby bottle. Daddy said he wanted it all gone within 45 mins… which was about the time from the hotel to McDonald's for a quick breakfast & to the park. I remember being given more water & juice throughout the day & messing right after lunch. I remember at one point complaining to daddy that I wanted a change & he spanked the back of my leg so hard that I learned not to ask for a change any longer. Due to my asking for a change, daddy said I wouldn't be changed til bedtime instead of dinner time. After Disney, we saw each other 2 or 3 more times within another year, til I officially moved in with mommy & daddy… I remember I came up for a mini visit & daddy never let me leave again. I literally left everything behind in FL. That was about 1 year ago. I came up Friday morning, daddy was working til early afternoon, so mommy had come to get me from the airport, of course rules were that I was suppose to arrive diapered & decently wet. By the time we got home, Mommy added the mittens & made a slit in the 1 diaper & 1 booster I had on & added 3 more diapers, while I sucked on my bottle. Little did I know that Mommy had put my new cocktail of meds in that bottle that started my new journey that moment. That cocktail had a mild sedative, diuretic, laxative & a female version of viagra. Eventually, my sedatives became stronger, as I lost control, less diuretic, as daddy trained my ass, I was no longer on laxatives bc I was on a pure high fiber diet, however the viagra was slowly but surely increased as time passed by, in fact daddy found in Canada an injectable type of female viagra, that was 5 times more potent than a regular pill, daddy would inject it every 3 days & I was on a constant high of horniness but I was only allowed to cum when I was messed. Daddy had trained me to eventually associate pleasure with a messy diaper. I couldn't have an orgasm unless I was messy, so daddy or mommy or any of their friends could fuck me for hours, & I wouldn't know how to cum, but the minute I messed myself, daddy would play with the outside of my thick diapers & I would have to Hump myself to an orgasm. Depending on the day or hour, it could be as fast as 10 minutes or an hour. So back to the day daddy decided to keep me as his. When he got home, I was on the high chair being fed my bottle yet again after mommy fed me my new baby food. I was already full from all the bottles I was fed throughout the day, but mommy had to make sure I ate solids if not the meds would make me sick. Daddy asked if I was messy yet & mommy said no, that we were waiting for him. By this time I was crying because I did need to poop but mommy had a plug in me. So daddy pulled me from the chair & took me to my room… my room was a full nursery, with some extras for daddy's pleasure. As I was put down on the soft carpet, daddy started to give me the news that I wasn't going back home. He had arranged for my dogs to come up & eventually stay with us, but the rest of my stuff other than any diapers or toys was to be donated to a local Goodwill. I wasn't sure if I was happy or nervous or what. All I knew is my life was about to change to something I craved for so many years but was scared to do. But I had finally found that daddy that was ready to give it all to me & more. I was on all 4s on the floor waiting for him, as he walked around the room to get something but I couldn't see what. He brought out a weird looking glasses & headphones. The glasses looked like black leather goggles, tied tightly behind my head & the headphones were put on. My wrists were locked together in the front via my mittens & I could hear daddy come through the headphones… “Baby I want you to listen to me through the headphones, if you can hear me & understand, shake your head yes” & I did. By now, I realized I was a tad drowsy & couldn't understand why, thought maybe it was a long day, but it was only 6pm. “OK baby girl, so I will be sitting down on this chair & I want you to crawl closer. You are going to start listening to your training music & I'll come through every so often to give you instructions but you gotta remember this, because this will be your daily routine.” All I did was shake my head. So I crawled closer to daddy & some music started playing, it was making me even more sleepy, but then I heard daddy say for me to crawl all the way to his crotch, I was to play with his cock through his pants, & he asked me if I needed to mess, & I shook my head yes. He asked me if I was horny too, & again I shook my head. He then proceeded to tell me that if I wanted to mess, I had to work for it, once I messed he would let me cum. Rules were that I couldn't use my hands, only my mouth & teeth. So I had to work to get his fly open & pull his cock out of his pants, all while needing to poop more & more, I was practically crying, but daddy said the faster I get it undone, the faster I'd mess. As I started, I noticed it was hard to concentrate with the sound playing through my ears, it was telling me how I was to become a baby over time with no control of my life or my body, how I was suppose to behave & listen to mommy or daddy, but I felt so drowsy as well & daddy noticed how lazy I was, when that happened, I would feel him rub my belly & remind me I had to hurry if I wanted to mess before bed. Finally, I got his cock out, & I was instructed to suck it, suck it like if it was my bottle, but to take my time with it. Felt like 10 minutes in, Daddy reached out to the top of my diaper & put his hands in & pulled my plug out, I moaned from relief. Then daddy came through the headphones & said, “ok baby girl- go ahead & mess. Slowly. Make sure you push it all out, keep sucking daddy though.” So I did. As I messed it would slip to the front of my diaper as I was on all fours, & I just kept on messing. I didn't know how much I had in me. Finally, I stopped. Daddy asked if I was finished & I shrugged my shoulder, I think I did but thought I had more in me. He rubbed my diaper & pulled it in a way to make sure I had room to go some more. He then told me to try & push some more, at first there was nothing but eventually I was able to poop again, & I couldn't believe the load. My pampers felt extremely heavy & to make matters worse, I had to pee. Daddy gave me permission while he touched my diaper & felt the pee spread in the messy pamper. Once I was done, the voice & sound through the headphones changed. This time it was telling me how much I loved to mess my diaper & enjoy my messy state to the point that I want & need to orgasm every single time I messed. That nothing else mattered except I HAD to cum. By this time daddy started to rub my pampers against me & I was swaying side to side & working myself to an orgasm, I was horny after all but felt so gross, I was crying non stop. Daddy reminded me not to let go of his cock & that my crying would stop eventually once I got used to messing all the time. So of course, I'm sucking but paying attention to my oncoming orgasm, daddy reminded me one more time, don't let go of Daddies “pacifier”. & the voice telling me how I'm no longer to have orgasm unless I was messy. I can have unlimited orgasm daily, but I had to be messy, if I dared to have an orgasm without a messy diaper, I would be punished. I thought I was about to cum & daddy stops & starts face fucking me, of course, I whine from frustration. Daddy starts to get rough & he pushes my butt down on the floor over a large teddy bear & tells me to Hump it, while sucking him & as soon as I do, daddy cums in my throat & soon after I start to cum in my dirty diaper. As he slows down, he pulls out of my mouth & spins me around to check how dirty I am. Then he asks how I feel, I tell him sleepy, & he responds, good!! He tells me to bend down, face to the floor & butt in the air & tells me to cuddle with the bear. The minute I do, I knock out, but not for long, as I feel daddy rubbing me again. “Come on baby, no sleeping, training time”. But that's exactly what he wanted, for me to be docile. Tired but susceptible to all his demands. I am rubbed enough to the point I wake up a little & start cumming again. As I finish I was handed a bottle. The bottles were meant to keep me hydrated & full & on the cocktails of meds to keep me off balance. I was given 3 bottles throughout the night. I remember having weird dreams of what my life would entail, little did I remember that I was still wearing the headphones. I was made to suck Daddies cock twice more & made to orgasm as well. Rule in the house was that I was to sleep messy to get me used to it, eventually daddy would only change me every 24 hrs or so, so I would always be messy, it was his way to humiliate me & remind me of my baby slave state. Life was like that almost everyday for about 4 months. By then I swear, I had already lost bladder control, but daddy said not quite yet but was ready to have me lose bowel control. Daddy had decided to not lace all my bottles any longer however to up the dosage of my meds when I did get them & that was going to happen for at least first year, to make sure I didn't go back to adult hood somehow. I wasn't allowed to adult talk, so I always had a pacifier in my mouth, the pacifier had an attachment that you can remove so then the bottle can be screwed on, my paci would only be removed during my oral training with Daddy. Which was for about an hour, twice a day. My jaw ached at first then eventually got used to it always being somewhat opened & sucking on something. The files I was listening to were also teaching me how to forget how to use adult words. I was allowed to talk but in broken sentences. Eventually over time, I would talk like a 18 month old. My words wouldn't make sense, so I'd have to learn baby sign language & certain cries to tell mommy or daddy what I wanted. THis would be the life I would live for a very long time, maybe forever. Mommy & Daddy said they had no intention of letting me grow past 2 yrs old. I would stay with the mindset of a child, except she knew she was needed sexually & she needed to have her needs taken care of too, it would make her more babyish. I would never learn how to walk correctly again, nor talk, or eat normal food. In return, I would get fucked all I wanted, or didn't. I was to be a sex slave with the mind of a 2 yr old who still needed diapers. As daddy wanted to start my bowel training, he decided to start plugging me with larger plugs every week. I was given an enema on day 1 to clean myself out, then put into a small plug for 24 straight hours, then a size up from there for the rest of the day & at night Daddy pulled out the plug so I can properly mess overnight, after a week, I was put in the larger plug for a few days, I would then get a rest from the plug but get a good fucking from the fucking machine, & daddy would up the laxatives so I would mess more often, which would help me push my colon & weaken my system from all the pushing, but with that, I had to drink more water so I wouldn't become dehydrated, so my diapers were very wet. After 3 weeks of this treatment, daddy started to insert a large hollow plug, that way, I would stay gaped for much longer times & get me to continue messing, this time I had no way to hold it back. With the hollow plug, daddy wouldn't give me a break, it was taken out once a week to clean it up & clean my ass, but eventually within 8 weeks I was completely incontinent. When this happened, I cried non stop, because I couldn't believe I was now really needing diapers, but daddy made sure that through those tears, I was cumming. I don't remember how many times I came, all I know is I was tired, but daddy wanted me to celebrate. And I would celebrate by cumming as many times as he wanted. By now a little over 6 months into my new life, I no longer got fucked in the pussy, a small dildo was placed in my pussy but I was no longer allowed to cum from any pussy penetration & I was getting used to it. The only time I was fucked in the pussy was by mommies dildo, as per daddy, I would never feel another real cock in there, I was to be an anal whore. Mommy fucked me about 3 times a week alone, & the other times it was as a DP with daddy in my ass. But I wasn't allowed to cum, I would only cum if I was messy. But I was always horny & asking for cock. It got to the point daddy decided to take drastic measures. But by now my schedule was as follows, wake up 630am, given a bath, changed into fresh diapers, have breakfast & be ready for Daddy by the time he got home from work at 730, & therefore I would be on my knees sucking on daddy for a little while & by 9 I would be tucked away for my 90 min nap, 1030 up for a bottle & Mommy would get me to training until 1145am, by this time I would have lunch & put down for another nap at 1245pm, Mommy would leave for work & I'd be awaken by Daddy at 2ish & enjoy my afternoon with him along with some more training, be put back down at 530 til 730pm, so by the time mommy got home, I'd have dinner, hang out til 9ish then into mommy & Daddys room for more training & fun til about 11ish when daddy would leave for work & I went to bed for the evening. Eventually with my late afternoon naps, daddy wanted to further my anal training.. he would attach me to the fucking machine. Usually before my midday nap, My training was with mommy & she got her time with fucking me about 3-4 times a week. Mommy would fuck both my holes, Daddy wanted to make sure my ass was always being trained. At first, when I was attached to the machine, it was hard for me to nap but eventually I was so tired from only getting 6 hrs of sleep at night, daddy would give me a mild sedative to get me to sleep through the fucking. Daddy loved to change the size of the dildo so I never knew what I was getting, I barely could see anyways due to those goggles I had on. Daddy wanted my ass nice & stretched. He thought it would help with my messing. By the time I was with them for 8 months & without speaking & my hypnosis training, My speech was all over the place, if you didn't know me, you didn't know what I was saying. I was a small child in every way. Mommy & daddy introduced me to friends outside of the lifestyle as a cousin who was born with issues, daddy did put me through some cosmetic surgery that made my facial look a little younger so I would pass as a 9-10 yrs old. I would always be in a stroller or covered so they couldn't see how tall I was. But to Daddys lifestyle friends, they all knew who I was & everything that was done to me. Daddy finally decided to make sure that I lost weight since I was on the chubby side. Thankfully with the meds, the food I was eating, & the usual cardio from sex in 8 months I was able to lose about 30 lbs, but daddy wanted me at my ideal weight of 125 lbs & I still had 70 more to go. Daddy made sure that the only type of walking I'd get would be the 15 mins on the treadmill, but it wasn't really a walk but a waddle that just taught me how to waddle better, then I'd be put on a bouncer & made to bounce for another 30 mins. Daddy even thought that I should be fucking more often knowing I'd lose a good amount of cardio there, so daddy started to ask his friends to come over more often & give me a cardio workout. So Daddy’s friends came over for more “training, & of course they also knew the no pussy rule. So I was always satisfied anally. So on the weekends & once a week I would take a break from the treadmill but I would be fucking Daddies friends. Usually it would be about 2 of them at a time & they would keep me going for 2 hrs. Daddy would make sure i had an energy drink & an extra pill of my horny pills. I sure was losing weight & gaining muscle in my legs. But again, never allowed a cock in my pussy. Sometimes I would think of getting fucked in the pussy with a real cock but when I did mommy would fuck me with her enormous dildo & I'd be satisfied. However, I was always horny. Daddy made sure that I didn't get to view other men's cock bc he knows I'd whine & cry asking for it, but daddy would always remind me that not all men like a messy girl & he'd remind me what I was wearing & what was inside of it & I'd let out a slight cry knowing that i couldn't get to that cock. sometimes when we were out & about he would take me somewhere more private & rub my diaper & let me have a cum to calm me down. I was usually always messy by now. He wanted me that way so I can always be made to cum. I never knew how I could cum from how thick I was. Rules were when I was out, it was always 3 thick diapers with a booster in each one & once home I would be put into 2 or 3 more diapers. Always very thick, but so horny that I'd be able to get that orgasm. I don't know how but I did. Each diaper of course would be slit. Except the extras at home, those were just added for thickness. Daddy eventually had me well trained for my messy orgasms. With the pill, I would want to keep going bc I wasn't satisfied so I would beg to be fucked harder, Daddy would just smile & tell me what a good girl I was, to be a perfect sex slave like he so wanted. Once a month he would have a fucking party, where he would have about 10 of his friends over early Saturday afternoon & I had a train ran on me all night. By the time we finished I was filled with cum, daddy would just add a suppository & put my previous diaper right back on bc daddy never wasted diapers if they weren't full. & as soon as I was messy, I'd get to cum while finishing off with daddy in my mouth. That way I got re-energized with daddy's protein. By the time I was finished with my afternoon activities I was cranky from not getting a nap, so of course, I was made to crawl right back into my room & put into my spreader & nap til feeding time & then more training with mommy & daddy. On my 1 year anniversary with mommy & daddy, I was given a “birthday” party, but not for my 1st birthday but my 6 month birthday. I sure was a baby. I had lost all control, I was so lost I didn't even know what day it was. I had lost 45 lbs within that year, but I was still in large size diapers. Daddy wanted to make sure I lost more weight so I got small enough to be put in small size diapers, but I still had another way to go. I was fully incontinent by my anniversary. I didn't know how to speak any longer, all that came out was mama, dada, & very little talk, it was mostly a babble. My hands were useless for always being in mittens. If I was to ever get the use of them again it would take years of physical therapy. My hands were always in a closed fist as they were used to being in the last year, Daddy said he would wait one more year before he took my hands out of the mittens, but by then he would use something that was more baby instead of restrictive. I still had strength to crawl, but when I tried to walk I would lose balance & fall, due to the constant crawling & the spreader harness, daddy said eventually there would be no walking, just crawling. For my “birthday” daddy decided to pierce my little girl part, he pierced it in 3 spots on one side & 3 on the other. The rings that were put on were a decent thickness bc Daddy had intentions of closing my pussy & I was to only be fucked once or twice a month in the pussy by mommies large dildos. Other than that there would be a small remote controlled vibe locked in there to keep me horny when needed. Meaning my ass was getting all the attention. By this time I was still in the hollow plug, & daddy had it a larger size, my asshole was always gaped. Not very big but decent. He wanted to make sure that I didn't hold my mess at anytime. He knew I didn't have control but it was his way to humiliate me. The plug came out often though as I was always being fucked in the ass, either by mommy, daddy or his friends, so I only had it in a couple hours during the week. My goggles eventually came off & I was fitted to a type of contact that made my vision blurry. Because I was still 6 months old, I was still sleeping 12 hrs a day, but was told that I would start sleeping less but still about 9 hr days… usually 7 at night & 1 2 hour nap. But most of the time I was still very tired bc of the weekend parties I would have to do, I'd barely get sleep on the weekends. My horny pills were still being fed to me, now that I was so used to them, daddy made sure to up the dose, he said that he would wean me off them to see how I do, but if I slacked off sexually he would put me right back on them. “Good morning baby girl!” Daddy walks in saying. “Do you know what day it is?” I had no clue, & all I did was suck through my paci & look at daddy & my arms partially swinging around & shaking my head no… “it's your birthday baby girl. Today you turn 6 months old.” They did neglect to tell me it was my anniversary there, so I was as lost as always, I just thought it was another day they made up. But I was awaken with a cupcake. “Ok baby let's get you up & going so we can sing happy birthday & let you enjoy your smash cake.” Of course, by now my stomach was too sensitive to eat anything too sugary & solid, so as Daddy said, it was a smash cake. My hands were removed from the mittens, but I had no strength in my fingers, so they remained in a closed position, so mommy just put my hands in the cake & was told to play with it. After a few minutes, my hands were brought to my face & I was to spread the cake around my mouth & nose, but I wasnt allowed to it, & I couldn’t even if I wanted to, thanks to the paci locked to my mouth. Mommy & Daddy couldnt stop laughing at my state & began to take pictures. I couldnt believe it. Of course I got mad & let them know it too with my facial expression. They didnt care. My hands were cleaned off & back into my mittens but my face remained a mess & daddy said I was going to have some fun with him 1st thing before breakfast. I was unfastened from my chair & taken back to my room. Once back in my room, I was put down to finish crawling in & followed daddy back to his chair, he unlocked my paci from my mouth & just like the 1st day I arrived, I was made to pull daddies “paci” out & play with it. Daddy actually made sure to smear his “paci” around my face so he can get some of the cake from my face on his cock. “Here baby, dont tell mommy I let you enjoy some of your cake” & he shoved his paci into my mouth. I got to enjoy sucking him for about 30 minutes before I had to go take a bath & get into fresh diapers for the day. I was then put down for my morning nap, while I heard mommy & daddy having fun back in their room. As I was awaken from my morning nap by daddy, I was handed my large bottle of milk & the usual & told we were going to get ready to go out & get baby some gifts for her “birthday”. I was changed into babyish clothes, a short babydoll dress that barely covered my diapers & some cute ruffle pants, my maryjane shoes & some cute socks with little hearts on it. My hands were removed from the mittens but put into fingerless mitts, my paci was changed out from the penis looking paci to an adult pacifier strapped to my dress. I was so used to sucking a paci, that I never seemed to spit it out. Both mommy & I were ready before daddy was so I was told to crawl myself back into the living room with the help of the leash attached to my harness since I wasnt able to see correctly. Once in the living room, mommy figured she’d get lunch out of the way & laid me on top of her to breastfeed. I usually only breastfed about twice a day directly from mommy but all my milk during the day was from her. It was not something easy to get used to, but when you are hungry & thats all you are offered, you gotta eat! Mommys milk was put into everything I was given so I can get used to the taste, it didnt take long for me to eventually get used it. Daddy was finally ready, but mommy was only half way through the feeding & daddy just couldnt help himself, he came over, pulled my ruffle pants & 2 diapers down & pushed the last diaper to the side & started fucking my bottom until mommy finished. Daddy liked to fuck my bottom at random times bc it would help make me mess not too long after & knowing daddy, I know he wants to take me out messy. Plus the good thing is, my mess doesnt smell, I was given special supplements for them not to be so acidic or smell, which helped when i wore my messy diapers for long periods. So mommy finished, daddy came in my bottom, I was rediapered & redressed & into the car I went. Of course strapped to a customized car seat & paci back in my mouth. We drove what felt like forever, since I couldnt see correctly, my sight was still in a blurry state. Just imagine putting on the very wrong pair of glasses or contacts. Thats what it felt like. But we were there in less than 30 minutes. I noticed that it was a small strip mall & not many cars in the parking lot. As I was getting undone from the car seat, mommy asked if I had done messy yet? I shook my head no & daddy wasnt happy. “ You better do poopoo in those pampers within the next 10 minutes if not you will get a decent spanking when you get home.” I didn't have my plug in today, so it was all about me pushing. Since my bottom was decently agape it wouldn't take much effort, I just had to make sure I could get my colon working. I was strapped into my stroller & into the store we went. As we walked in I could tell that most of the things there were large. I suppose high chairs & a crib. I heard daddy talking to the lady about getting a new crib, a new horsey, & some clothes. During this time, mommy unstrapped me from the stroller & put me down on the floor & was told to crawl around. Bc all I could think of was messing my diapers, bc daddies spankings is no joke. I was left alone & I was only concentrating on making that poopoo daddy wanted, but to no avail. Suddenly I was called towards the back of the store & began to crawl that way when I felt someone rub my diaper & leave me alone… as I got to the back of the store, I get picked up & put on a dresser with a nice smack to my bottom. I was then given a bottle & put it in my mouth as I felt my dress being pulled off & told to stay still. I didn't move. Over the next while I was yanked, pulled, picked up & getting clothes on & off me. I realized I was getting sleepy & my tummy was rumbling. I started whining from being cranky & moving me around non stop for the new clothes but I was quickly smacked & told to calm down & somehow I was able to tell mommy that my tummy hurt & she just put me into one of my new outfits & put me on the floor to finally mess. I know I was going to get a spanking anyways bc the 10 mins passed but my morning bottles always had some sort of laxative in them. So I just got on all 4s, squat down & just pushed. Everything else around me went silent & I just concentrated on doing what I was trained to do, just mess myself like I don't have one care in the world. As I thought I was finished, I laid down & fell asleep. It felt like I was knocked out for at least 30 mins when I felt daddy rubbing my pampers & bringing me to orgasm. I had forgotten where I even was as I started moaning from the orgasm I was about to get, & as I was almost there, I felt daddy stick his fingers in my mouth to suck since I couldn't suck his paci like I usually do. & I came! Daddy whispered in my ears what a good little slut I was & how proud he was of me. I was then put into the stroller & allowed to fall asleep. The next thing I knew I was home in my crib. A couple days later, mommy moved me to the living room in my bouncer for the day. I thought that was odd & then started seeing things from my room being moved then a few hours later I heard the doorbell ring & I noticed the voices at the door as the couple from the store we went to the other day. They were there to deliver my new crib & my horsey. My crib was like a normal crib, except it was a full size mattress & the sides were taller, which didn't allow me to be able to get out of it. There was a small door attached to the railing which they would open to put me in. & once closed it would be locked from the outside. The top didnt need locking since I was always bound in some way to not stretch my legs out or stand up right. Anyways, I was always tied down for bed anyways. Next came the horsey.... Part 2 coming soon. I would love feedback & suggestions.

Today I’ll be wearing a Tena pants plus, just like last night, but that had a booster pad added. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk

Chapter 10 As I tried to get a bit closer to the corner, the flooring under my feet creaked just enough to alert the two Amazons in the living area and they both stopped talking to check it out. I decided to waddle out before they found me eavesdropping and Alex chimes in when she sees me. "Hey little one. We're almost ready to leave, do you need a change before we head home?" I only nodded, embarrassed to be admitting the condition of my diaper in front of Zoe. Alex got up and came over to pick me up. As she did so, my messy diaper was squashed against me, causing the mess to spread out. Most of it went between my legs and up the front, sliding over my most intimate parts. While nasty in nature, there was a jolt of pleasure as it slid over the clitoral hood. I blushed and covered my face, trying to hide the gasp that escaped. Alex could tell from the moment I entered the room that I was stinky, but she didn't say anything as she carried me over to the middle of the room. She set me down on the floor and proceeded to remove my overalls, right there in front of Zoe. I couldn't keep the blush away as I got my nasty diaper changed in plain view. "It's just a stinky diaper, sweetie. Nothing to be ashamed of." Alex spoke in a calm tone as she opened the diaper up to wipe me down. "I know it's normal here, but it's still so new to me... I never would have expected my life to end up like this." I responded, behind my hands. Zoe chuckled some at that. "Well get used to it, little one. There's plenty of things to be rightly embarrassed about, but a stinky diaper isn't one of them. Cheer up! I've been cleaning your friend's stinky butt for three years now." I couldn't prevent a small giggle from escaping my lips at that. It was weird seeing Ashlynn in diapers, but it was kind of funny to hear about the embarrassing events that transpired in the three years she was here. Alex finished the diaper change and put my overalls back on me before lifting me back up into her arms. "Okay Zoe, I think we should be getting out of here. It's almost nine now and this little one is getting tired." Zoe stood up to hug Alex and I. Then turned to get Ash so she could say bye but she had to have heard Alex since she was already waddling out into the living area to say goodbye. Alex put me down and walked back into the kitchen with Zoe for some quick hushed conversation, leaving me and Ash alone to say our goodbyes. "You're leaving already? Oh my god, I'm going to miss you, girl." Ash said to me as she waddled up to embrace me. "Yeah, I'm going to miss you too, Ash. It will probably be another good bit before we see each other again." I respond into her ear as I hug her back. "Wait." She says, pushing out of the embrace so she can look me in the eyes. "Where are you going?" "Well keep this between us, but I got the deal of a lifetime with a major car manufacturer in the ULN. We fly out there next week." I say in a quieter tone. The two Amazons still speaking quietly to each other in the kitchen. Ashlynn's jaw dropped and she stood, speechless, in front of me for a moment before finally gathering her thoughts. "No way! That is great news, Danny! I'm so happy for you! I remember you always saying that you wanted to have your own brand one of these days. I'm so glad that you will finally get that wish!" I smiled half-heartedly, trying to look sincere. It was nice. She had wanted this for almost her entire life and now she was finally getting it, but at what cost? Everything had changed and she didn't even understand it all yet. Would all of this be worth it in the end? "Thank you Ash. I'm glad I have you here at least, even if everyone else is gone." Ashlynn's facial expression sinks some as she hears my somber tone. "Hey girl, don't think like that. If your dad knew you were here and knew what has opened up for you since coming here, he'd be so proud of you. He'd tell you not to pass that up. I know it's hard to keep moving forward after everything we lost. It definitely was for me, but oh my God, girl, you just gotta keep on moving. I'm happier here than I ever was back home. You can be happy too." I can't help but smile brightly at Ashlynn. She might be pooping her pants now, but she still has that beautiful heart I'd always loved. She was the person that I'd call when an ex would do something bad to me. She was the one that would have my back in any fight. She was the one that stood by me to the end. I was really happy to have her back. "I love you so much, girly!" "Oh my God, girl, get in here!" Ash said as she pulled me into another hug. We started bouncing and screaming again as the emotions ran over. Tears falling from both of our faces as the two Amazons came back into the room. "Oh come on now girls, that's enough. It's late, remember." Zoe spoke in a soft, but stern tone. "Sowwie Mommy." Ash said, breaking the hug to look at Zoe. I turned to look at her as well and wiped my tears away quickly. "Sorry Zoe." Alex squat down in front of me and gently caressed my cheek. "Awe sweetie, why are you crying?" "It's nothing, Mommy. Just Ash and I doing what we used to do." I replied with a small laugh. I could hear behind me that Ashlynn giggled as well. "Okay well, it's time to head on home, silly girl." Alex said, picking me up. "Alright Zoe, I'll see you next week. See you later!" Zoe and Alex hugged at the door and then it was just the two of us again as Alex walked to the car, opened the rear door, and placed me in the car seat. She then hopped into the driver's seat after I was properly secured, and with a quick greeting from Forza, we were on our way home. I sat silently for awhile, thinking about everything that happened today. The cops trying to arrest Alex. Mr. Lincoln giving me an amazing job opportunity. My oldest friend coming back from the dead. The fact that my oldest friend has a much better phone than me. But also, that there were two mysterious people that came from my world and they are after me. For what? Why? What could I possibly have that they would want? I looked up into the mirror to see Alex, my new giant mommy, focusing on the road. She looked troubled. "Mommy?" Immediately, her entire expression changed as she looked into my eyes through the mirror. "Yes sweetie?" "Who is after me and what do they want?" I watched as Alex's eyes got bigger and her expression went from a warming smile to shock in seconds. "Danny! Don't you know it is rude to eavesdrop on people! It can ruin the trust that person shares with you! You should never do anything like that!" I winced and looked away from the mirror and out the window. "I'm sorry... I.. I didn't mean to... I had just needed a change and... and I just heard it..." Alex let out a slow breath and levelled her head before continuing. "Look baby. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. I'm sorry" she paused for a moment and I nodded but didn't say anything back. "But you should be more careful in the future, okay sweetie?" I nod again, fighting back tears from the scolding. "Anyway, don't worry about any of that, Danny. Let Mommy handle all of that and you just continue being my adorable baby girl who can drive wicked fast." Alex responded, trying to get me to smile. It worked as I couldn't fight back a small smile, which helped stop the crying from happening. I still wanted to know, but she was right. I shouldn't have done what I did. I decided to think about my car and the biggest problem facing it. The car had a lot of power for my world, but it was slightly lacking here. Not to mention the fact it doesn't have the gear power to keep the speed up. If I wanted to keep my car in the front I'd have to either make it Amazon-sized, add a bunch of gears. Adding gears can only do so much before you're shifting more than you're accelerating. And the increasing the speed of the car would compromise its safety unless weight was added to keep it on the road and some aerodynamic modifications were installed to plant it on the pavement, which I didn't want to do since it felt like defiling America's history by doing that. There was enough of that going on in America as it stood and even though I was no longer there, it was still an American car. The only other option would be to make the car Amazonian sized. Which sounded plain impossible but who knows what kind of technology these Amazons were sitting on. They could have a way to do it and I definitely knew an Amazon who could make it happen if there was any hope at all. I looked into the mirror again and watched Alex's expressions change as she drove. I had to have fallen asleep while watching because the next thing I knew, I was being carried into my nursery at home. Alex looked down at me as she sat down in the rocker chair. "Thirsty?" She softly whispered. I merely nodded and she quickly exposed her breasts for me and I latched on. Within moments, I was out. -------------------------- It was the day of the flight and I was more excited than a kid going to Disney. When we had finally gotten to the airport, I was shocked at how big the place was. It would make Houston's intercontinental airport look like a small local airport for propeller only planes. There were thousands upon thousands of people going about their own ways. I didn't know how anyone could traverse such a large place without getting lost. Alex had me in this sort of sling that was attached to her body, allowing both her hands to be free for whatever else she wanted to carry. "What is this thing again, Mommy?" I curiously ask as I look at the material. "It's a Love Ring Sling. Jeez Danny, that's the fourth time you've asked since I bought it an hour ago. How are you so good under the hood with a memory like that?" Alex asked as she gathered up our bags onto a cart she could pull into the airport. I smiled innocently at her. "I'm not sure. Guess I'm just skilled!" Then I look at the sling holding me again. "What did you say this was again, Mommy?" "Oh my God, Danny. What am I going to do with you?" Alex asked, shaking her head as she walked towards the entrance. However, I practically squealed with laughter. Once inside, we quickly met up with Zoe and Ashlynn and made small talk while walking towards security. After a few minutes, we stopped to say our goodbyes. I promised Ashlynn that I'd get her number as soon as I got a phone. Zoe and Alex hugged one last time. Then we were going through security. I was warned beforehand that security could be a bit mean to me but that didn't happen. We got extremely lucky to get another gentle Amazon like Alex. She smiled and joked with me, pretending I was a real baby. Blushy cheeks and silly giggles consumed me from all the security lady's little jokes as she checked us through the system. I was quite sad when we were through and on our way to the plane. After a bit of shuffling around, questions, and a little quick running, we were on the plane and in our seats. Since this was an intercontinental flight, I was required to be in a proper seat with everyone else, but I leaned over against Alex for comfort as this was my first plane flight and it was massive! I felt my diaper getting warmer as the plane started moving and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Alex wrapped her arm around me and gently stroked my cheek, which did wonders in keeping my calm. So calm in fact, that I was asleep before the plane hit 1,000 ft. Had to be an Amazonian trick or something but the next thing I knew, we had just landed and were lining up to the terminal to leave. Alex checked my diaper and sighed heavily. "Oh baby. You're soaked. There's no time to change you before the plane stops and we get off. Can you try your best to hold it for me, okay sweetie?" I was too groggy to really say anything so I just nodded. I'm not sure if all of Alex's milk had worn off yet since this was a pretty early flight. If it hasn't, holding it might not be an option. I hoped for the best. A few moments later, the plane stopped and the doors opened. I was allowed to walk freely on this land so Alex put shoes on my feet and placed me down from the seat. Once she grabbed her bags, we were out and on our way to baggage claim. As we rounded the corner, we saw a familiar face leaning against the wall. Joshua Lincoln walked up to me and shook my hand. "Welcome to the ULN, Ms. Ricario."

My wife also had similar feelings than your significant other feels now, particularly when she was pregnant. How can I have a husband and a baby in diapers? Eight years later I have been wearing diapers permanently for the last two years. As love grows feelings about diapers can change. The most important thing is that you and your partner communicate and that you are honest with her. As others have said here your desire to wear diapers will never go away. It took a lot of time for both my wife and I to understand that. If we were to be a couple and truly become soulmates then the reality of the situation was diapers had to be accepted by her or we needed to move on. She often shares her feelings with me about this and what she tells me at the end of the day diapers do not matter. It is who my partner is, what he needs to be happy. That is the partner I want to spend the rest of life with.

Fantastic chapter, mama!

Today I’m wearing these NorthShore Supreme Lite (Green). But I’m looking forward to NorthShore adding colors to more products, especially the heavier overnight briefs.

Hehehe love the way this is slowly increasing! I think it is awesome and will totally backfire given the title but I love watching this play out or thinking I know how it will play out. Can’t wait for the next part and some fun twists/turns!

Care giver: i take you both to the changing room to get you all diapered

*watches everything happen hoping carly gets adopted with me by the same people

This is a sequel to "Tommy's Tribulations" that can be read here for free: https://www.patreon.com/posts/tommys-complete-26290661 --- The arrival of Tommy's dad has been disappointing for the young man and he is still desperately fighting a battle with his family. After his humiliating actions earlier in the day Tommy has to endure dinner and family time, he hopes that nothing goes wrong so that he might be able to gain back some dignity. --- This and all my other story updates are available one week earlier than here and other places on my Patreon page. It is thanks to my lovely patrons that I am able to write as much as I do. For $5 patrons can see story updates one week earlier than everyone else whilst $10 patrons get the early access plus access to TWENTY exclusive stories! 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His diaper was wet but not too soaked and he had a pair of pants on over the top of it. He was grateful that no one made him take the pants off in a repeat of breakfast that morning. The conversation the two adults were engaged in died away when he approached the table and when he sat down his crinkles seemed to echo off the wall. When Tommy sat down he glared across the table at his step-sister who was sitting innocently and looking like the goody-two-shoes that she always tried to be around her parents. Tommy knew what she was really like and he fumed internally about what she was doing. “Your rear end feeling OK this evening?” Sandra asked as Tommy picked up his cutlery. “Yes… Thanks.” Tommy forced himself to reply. “We only do it because we love you.” George continued, “We would much prefer not having to do it.” “Of course, we would much prefer not changing all your dirty diapers…” Sandra added. It seemed like she was doing her best to needle a reaction out of Tommy. Tommy put his fork down and sulked as everyone started eating. He looked down at the edge of the table as his cheeks blazed red, even when looking away he could feel people watching him. He felt like an exhibit in a museum, a curiosity to be stared at by others. After the note that Tommy had been slipped earlier that day he had half-expected Erin to have some devious plan ready for her but she just sat quietly. Conversation amongst everyone at the table picked up and moved on to other topics allowing Tommy to hide in the background as he ate his meal. He wolfed down the delicious food as quickly as possible so he could retreat to his bedroom. “It’ll be nice to have a proper family night tonight.” Erin said when there was a lull in the conversation, “With dad home.” George and Sandra looked at each over and smiled. Thomas rolled his eyes, he knew that the two adults loved when their kids referred to them as mom and dad. It was something Tommy steadfastly refused to do, he would never willingly call Sandra his mom. Once dinner was over Tommy tried to quietly slip away but his dad grabbed his arm and redirected him towards the living room. Tommy could feel the diaper between his legs as he was forced to waddle into the living room. He felt very conscious of his bubble butt as everyone sat on the seats around the room. Tommy dropped on the sofa in between his father and Sandra, Erin sat in the armchair to the side with the remote control. Erin started switching through channels looking for something to watch as Tommy sat uncomfortably with his parents talking across him. Tommy sat back and watched the clock, he actually hoped to be sent to bed early tonight. “Oh wow!” Erin suddenly gasped as she flicked over to one of the movie channels, “Alien Massacre 3!” Tommy glanced at the screen to see an alien suddenly explode. Its guts splattered against the camera lens and dripped down, it was followed by a witty quip from the muscled protagonist. One of the few things Tommy and his younger step-sister had in common was their love of violent movies. “I don’t know.” Sandra said slowly, “It doesn’t seem very age-appropriate.” “Mum!” Erin rolled her eyes and tossed her hair back impatiently, “I’m sixteen-years-old! All my friends are allowed to watch these movies.” “I know.” Sandra agreed, “But I wasn’t talking about you…” “Oh for God’s sake!” Tommy exclaimed, “I’m three years older than her! If she can watch these films why shouldn’t I be able to?” “You might be three years older physically.” George replied calmly, “But emotionally and mentally? I’m not so sure.” Tommy was about to respond angrily but was interrupted by Sandra turning back to her daughter. Tommy noticed that Erin was wearing her smug look again, she always got her way and it infuriated Tommy. “I’ll buy you the DVD.” Sandra said, “Let’s just find something a little nicer for family night.” Tommy could see that Erin more than happy to comply. She’d had her fun and made Tommy look stupid again and so it was no surprise when she changed the channel quite happily. Tommy winced in embarrassment as he realised he was rising to Erin’s bait each and every time, he just couldn’t help himself. It was a tight fit on the couch. With Sandra and George either side of him Tommy was rather squashed into the middle. It was galling to the young man because when either of the adults moved their legs it would cause his diaper to crinkle loudly. It was impossible to forget his humiliating status and even when the television was put on a non-offensive soap opera, Tommy just couldn’t take his mind off the padding. After half an hour of the boring melodrama Tommy felt a need to go to the bathroom. Just like in his room earlier he didn’t attempt to hold it and he freely wet himself on the couch. As he felt the hot liquid stream out of him and into the waiting diaper he realised how strange this was, just a few weeks ago he would have called this scenario impossible. Even after the diapering started he would’ve never thought this would happen, he thought his dad would save him. Tommy didn’t pay attention to his wetting. There was no point in thinking about it since it would make no difference to how embarrassing it was. He just sighed and let the urine flow, it pooled quickly around his sensitive area which tickled a little. Tommy had to supress an urge to wriggle as the tickling continued. “What’s tha- Oh, Tommy, No!” Sandra suddenly stood up from the couch and looked down in disgust. George jumped to his feet as well but seemed confused. “What?” Tommy asked in confusion. His whole family was looking at him now and he couldn’t understand why they were making him the centre of attention again. Just as Tommy asked what was wrong he feel a sudden dampness on the bottom of his pants. It felt like it was slowly spreading as the thin cloth soaked it in and let it through to the couch. He belatedly realised he was pissing on to the couch and, judging by their reactions, his parents as well. “Tommy…” George sounded defeated and frustrated with his son, “Why didn’t you tell us you needed your diaper changed?” “But… I…” Tommy was aghast. He didn’t move an inch even as he saw a wet patch appearing around his rear end, it slowly spread as more urine soaked into the cushions. Tommy had no idea why he was leaking. It didn’t make any sense to him, sure he didn’t pay a lot of attention to his toilet habits now but he would’ve known if he was that soaked. Tommy wondered if he had already grown so used to using his diaper that he had been wetting and forgetting about it. With a shake of the head Tommy dismissed the idea that he was losing bladder control. He had a night time problem but not a day time one and there had to be another explanation. Tommy pictured the scene just before he started wetting and remembered how squashed he had been. He wondered if the diaper’s absorbency had been affected by being so constricted, surely that was the explanation. “No, no, no…” Tommy held his hands out as he tried to calm the adults down. He tried to ignore Erin’s silent laughter in the background, “It wasn’t my fault!” “It isn’t your fault that your diaper leaked?” George asked his son as Sandra belatedly pulled him off the couch. “It was your fault!” Tommy said pointing at Sandra and George, “You were crushing me and-” “Can’t you take any responsibility for yourself?” Sandra asked irritably as she looked at the cushions and assessed the damage to the couch. “You keep letting us down, Tommy.” George shook his head sadly. There was something about the way he was looking at Tommy that just automatically upset him. “Dad…” Tommy could feel his bottom lip trembling. “Your mother said we shouldn’t let you wear pants around the house.” George continued, “She said we couldn’t trust you and I fought your corner. I told her that you would be fine, that you would tell us if you needed something.” “But…” Tommy felt tears running down his face even as he willed himself not to cry like the baby he was being treated as. “It’s OK, Tommy.” Erin’s voice suddenly appeared in the room and she stepped forward from her chair, “Accidents happen.” “Fuck off!” Tommy yelled as his emotions erupted. He pushed his younger sister away. She stumbled and fell to the floor in front of the chair. Tommy immediately felt his father grab his arm. Silence fell in the room for a second and then the sound of crying filled the room. Not the crying of Tommy who was still stifling his sobs but of Erin who sat on the floor and put her hands to her face. The sound of her crying filled the room. “Oh, darling!” Sandra quickly sat herself on the edge of the couch and picked her daughter up. She hugged her closely and looked at Tommy with a stare that would melt a steel beam. “Come on.” George pulled on Tommy’s arm and led him towards the exit of the room. Tommy looked back in time to see Erin look over her mom’s shoulder. There were no tears on her face as she winked at Tommy. “She’s faking!” Tommy yelled as he was dragged towards the stairs by his father. “What on Earth has gotten into you!?” George shook his head as he pulled his son away from the living room and up the stairs. Tommy was even more frustrated than ever now as he followed his dad up the wooden stairs. He could feel the large wet spots on his legs and they made his pants stick to him uncomfortably. Tommy expected to go to his bedroom but he was pulled to the bathroom instead. He was still teary-eyed and he rubbed his face to try and clear up the evidence of how upset he was. George spared no time or thoughts about Tommy’s comfort when he pulled his shirt over his head. His pants came down soon afterwards and Tommy could see that he was much wetter than he had anticipated, it was a humiliating revelation. Tommy stepped out of his pants with his dad’s help and hung his head. His father just looked so disappointed in him and how he was behaving. Through his actions Tommy was doing the exact opposite of what he wanted to do, he wanted to prove he was an adult and yet he kept making mistakes. Tommy stepped into the bathtub when his father directed him that way and he allowed his dad to pull the tapes off his diaper which fell to the bottom of the tub with a wet splat. Tommy blushed as his father bent over and balled the diaper up, it was embarrassing to watch his dad shake his head at how wet he was. “Sit down.” George ordered his son. Tommy had been expecting a shower but as he sat down like his dad asked he saw the faucets turned on and the tub began filling with water. Sitting in the tub quietly Tommy didn’t know what he could say or do to make the situation better. The warm water started rising up in the tub and Tommy was very aware of his dad watching him as if trying to work out what he was doing. The water was shut off when it reached Tommy’s belly button and his dad began washing him. Tommy didn’t move or say anything as his back and chest were washed as if he couldn’t do it himself. “I really don’t know what’s happened.” George said as he rubbed soap on Tommy’s chest and rinsed it off. “Dad, I…” Tommy started. “I don’t want to hear it.” George closed his eyes and held his hands up to silence Tommy. Tommy bowed his head as his father continued washing him. Slowly he was working his way down Tommy’s body and towards his most sensitive areas. “When I left here you were fine.” George seemed to be mostly talking to himself, “I come back and it’s like you’re a different person. Lashing out, swearing, pushing your sister, wetting the couch… What would you mom have said if she could see you now?” “But…” Tommy felt fresh tears welling up as he tried to explain things. “I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT.” George repeated loudly causing Tommy to hang his head once more. George didn’t say anything else as he quietly cleaned his son. Occasionally he would look over to the balled up diaper and wet pants and shake his head. He spared no part of Tommy from his scrubbing, he even paid attention to Tommy’s most private areas much to Tommy’s embarrassment. When Tommy was finally allowed to step out of the bath he was wrapped in a towel and told to dry himself thoroughly. As Tommy nodded his head George left the room. Tommy was still lightly sobbing as he towelled himself dry. Today had been the worst day of Tommy’s life by far, it felt like the whole world was against him and every time he tried to fight back he only made it worse. Sitting on the towels Tommy looked straight in front of him to the pile of wet clothes. He sighed sadly and once he was fully dry he stood up, wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom. He expected his dad to be waiting for him in his room and he wasn’t wrong, a diaper was laid out on the bed and George was standing by the window looking out at the passing people. Tommy closed his bedroom door and dropped his towel. It was hard to have modesty when the person in front of you had just been washing you in a bath. He laid down on the bed without a word and positioned himself over the padding. When George didn’t turn around he wondered whether he should tape up his own diaper, the more time that passed the more ridiculous he felt to be lying on his bed naked. Eventually George turned away from the window and back to the bed. He remained silent as he lifted the front of the crinkling diaper up and over his son’s waist. He flattened the diaper against Tommy’s belly and pulled the tapes round. Tommy couldn’t look his dad in the eyes as the diaper was taped up and it was with a sadness that he felt the new diaper grab his waist. “It’s probably best if you go straight to bed.” George said as he opened the bedroom door, “Maybe you’ll finally start acting like an adult tomorrow.”

WHAT Never seen Star Trek? I am sorry, we can no longer be friends lol (jk). I am enjoying this a lot.

Let's just say there was more than one Little girl having trouble with her clitty.... ??

Thank you to everyone who have read part one of my first story. I hope to be able to get better at writing as time goes on and be able to share more in the future. I have the next part a few days earlier than planned. ~We are all broken in some way and it makes us unique and who we are. Meeting new people and fitting into each others lives ,creating a beautiful picture that brings joy. Just like pieces of a puzzle coming together~ Second Piece Cold, it was cold was all that came to mind. Faint rhythmic beeping in the distance that was steadily growing stronger and louder. Slowly opening her eyes Felicia winced at the initial light until her eyes adjusted. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was sitting in her mothers art studio waiting for her to come home and then seeing the razor blade. After that things were hazy and she vaguely remembered falling on the floor and feeling cold all over. "Felicia, you're awake!" Looking over a woman came into view, tears falling from her eyes. "Mommy? " Felicia's voice was weak and questioning. "What is going on where....where am I?" "Oh honey, we can talk about that later. What matters now is that you are finally awake and you will be okay now" Felicia's mother sitting by her bedside stroking her hand comforting her daughter and herself as well. "You have been asleep for almost a month now, school is over for the year. You are going to be very weak but now that you are awake we can start getting you better dear." A month? Felicia was confused. Why have I been sleeping for a month, what could have happened? She remembered running home, being in pain from what had happened at the mall with Daniel. She was confused at the time, a terrible mess. She was waiting for her mom to find comfort in and tell her what had happened. Then she remembered the red everywhere and feeling pain and feeling cold all over again. Looking around the room she was in it was plain she was in a hospital room, finally looking down there were wires going under her clothes and all over. An iv drip here, heart monitor there and then something that looked out of place. There was a bandage wound around her left wrist, why was there a bandage? Cold, severe coldness again and shaking but also wetness. Tears on her cheeks starting to leak and then memories came to the surface. There had been a razor blade on the table in the art studio, she had picked it up and felt its weight in her hand. The coldness of the metal case, she had been so distraught she had felt she could of only been dreaming at the time. She had cut her wrist open and bleed out all over her mothers canvas and the floor and collapsed. "It was all real" Felicia nearly whispered as more tears fell. "Why couldn't it have been a dream, if it was a dream i would be at home right now waking up in bed and not here." Shuddering she pulled the blankets up to herself and then felt her mother wrapping her arms around her. "Shhhh I'm here for you honey, you are still here. It'll be okay, we will get through this together i promise." Slowly rocking her little girl back and forth while trying to comfort her in her grief and hoping beyond hope things really would be okay. Two weeks passed before she was finally able to leave the hospital. It was miserable, it took days before she was finally able to get out of the bed and stand under her own strength again. Constant visits from doctors checking on her progress, the terrible hospital food did not help her mood. Then there was the therapists that came to visit. At first there had been a man initially but after it became apparent things were going nowhere a new therapist was assigned. Her name was Donna, she was sweet and didn't ask probing questions. She only would ask how her days had been and about any of her interests, letting her talk in her own time. She had recommended some anti-depressants to help her just temporarily until she felt comfortable enough to talk more. By the time she had left the hospital she was more than ready to breathe fresh air and eat normal food again. She now had a weekly appointment set to see Donna over the next couple months and after thinking about it found it was the only thing left for her to look forward too. School was out and she had missed graduation, thankfully the school system would allow her to make up the classes at a summer school and get her diploma. Daniel was gone and hopefully she would never see him again. Life had become a lot more empty and really the more she looked around the world seemed dull and gray almost without color. Her mom had been there, she had taken time away from work and never left her alone more than needed at the hospital. Walking into her house for the first time in what felt like forever. She took off her boots and placed them at the entrance , her mom doing the same but turning them so they were facing leaving the house and then doing the same with Felicia's as well. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything honey, Are you thirsty?" Her mother asked concern in her voice. "No mommy, I'll be okay i just want to go to my room for now." Making her way through the house Felicia passed by the art studio. The door was shut, she went to open it and found it was locked. Moving on and going upstairs she finally found her room. Opening the door and walking in the curtains were open and sun was pouring in. Being on the corner of the house her room always got plenty of sun light. She noticed all the photos she had from her and Daniel were gone as well as any gift he had given her. Looking around there were books at her desk as well as her laptop with a note that had dates and information for school. With nothing else to do with her time and looking for a distraction she opened up the first book and decided to start on school work. Three weeks was all it had taken to complete all the tests needed as well as the books she had to read. The reports she had to write took a little more time to finish but once she was done she finally was able to get her diploma. It had been a bittersweet moment, she had completed all her remaining school work in half the time she had been given and had graduated but had no one to celebrate with. "Felicia are you ready to go yet honey? Her mother was calling for her from downstairs. It was time to go see Donna for her weekly session again. "Yes mommy, ill be down in a few minutes." She had grown much closer with her mother since the incident, they had always been close over the past 18 years but now things were different. After almost losing her daughter Celina had made Felicia remember she was there and always would be. The drive took half an hour to reach Donna's office and once there Celina dropped Felicia off and went to run some errands. "How are you doing today Felicia?" Donna inquired. "I finished my school work to get my diploma finally, the work was boring but the books were good at least. I enjoyed writing the report for The Great Gatsby the most after i was done reading." "That's great!" Donna replied, "I remember reading Gatsby, it is a great piece of literature" Pausing and setting back she grabbed her notepad for their session together. "What would you like to talk about today Felicia?" Taking a deep breath to steady herself Felicia decided it was time to finally talk about what had happened. Finally letting go she replayed every event from what had happened at the mall all the way up to cutting her wrist. Talking about cutting herself and the memory always made her feel cold, brought back that feeling of the pain and then nothingness. She even recounted feeling so strange not having her collar anymore, almost like she felt naked without something that had been a part of her life 24/7 after Daniel had placed it on her. Getting it removed had been a strange experience, her mom had a friend of hers who performed artwork with metal. He had placed several blankets between her neck and the collar and brought out these big hydraulic shears. It only took a moment but seemed to happen in slow motion, she could hear the tool closing and felt slight pressure on the collar followed by a clink. She reached up and unhinged it taking it away from her neck looking at it, a strange feeling swirling inside her along with a sense of loss. It was the final thing left behind from a previous life that was lost to her. "What happened to the collar after that Felicia?" Donna asked. "I gave it to him to use as a piece in a future work of his, i felt it would be useful for something that way. I still feel it sometimes though like it is still there but when i reach to touch it nothing is there. It's a strange feeling, almost like a ghost passing by my neck at times. I miss the comfort it used to provide, the feeling that i was protected and it being the symbol of that protection." Felicia responded. It was the truth, as sad as it sounded there was comfort in having it and what it used to represent. "How do you feel dear?" Donna asked what should have been a simple question. Anytime in the past it would have been a simple thing to answer, but now nothing seemed simple. She had finally opened and shared her story with someone and it felt good to finally talk about. Being scared to talk about it was not just because of feeling shame over what happened but because she wanted to ignore the memories. The memories hurt and caused pain, she understood there was no way to "fix" these feelings. The only thing she could do was learn to cope with time and talking seemed to help. Life had started taking on colors again and she had started looking at maybe going to a trade school. They couldn't afford college and her grades weren't good enough for a scholarship. "I feel hopeful"Felicia stated, it wasn't a lie. She was ready to try and start again, having a goal would help keep her mind busy and unable to brood on depressing memories of the past. It may also help to rebuild her self confidence as a person. "Good, i am glad to hear it dear. You have really come a long way and I'm proud of you." Donna smiled "I think we have covered plenty for this week, what do you think?" Leaving the decision to continue in Felicia's hands. "Thank you i appreciate it, i think i am ready to head home now. I need to look over the career options the local vocational school offers. If i do well enough and maintain my grades i can get a good recommendation and job placement." Standing up and pushing her ponytails back over her shoulders and stretching a bit. "That sounds great, i'll go ahead and put our notes away and I'll see you next week" Leaning down Donna gave the smaller girl a hug before standing up and letting her out of her office. "She really has come so far the poor girl" Donna said to no one in her office "I really hope she can keep moving forward" After first meeting Felicia in the hospital she could see the hurt she was hiding but never pried or prodded. She just waited and let her talk on her own when she felt comfortable. Just as she sat down her office phone rang. Walking outside the building to wait for her mom Felicia saw two chipmunks under a nearby tree chasing each other in circles. Reaching for her pocket to take a picture with her phone she realized it was missing. "Darn it, i left it next to my laptop again" Continuing to watch them to kill time until her mom came to get her she was shocked when a hand was felt on her shoulder. Jumping with a small squeak she found it was Donna behind her. "You scared me" a small smile on her lips from feeling silly only to change at the look on Donna's face. "Is something the matter Donna, are you okay?" Felicia asked only to see Donna's features fall even further as if the offer to help her caused pain. "Felicia" she paused "I just got off the phone with the police, honey there was an accident."

Chapter 2: Jordan I don’t think Kate understood how much diapers weren’t just sexual for me until after we were married. I think she wanted to ask for a while, but she didn’t work up the courage, probably for fear of upsetting me, until after a few months, when she finally asked why I was wearing a diaper under my clothes in the middle of the day. I didn’t understand the question at first - she’d known for almost two years about my fetish. “I mean,” she said, “you’re just wearing it. You’re not, ya know, masturbating or anything.” I turned red – I hate it when I do that – a little bit because she said ‘masturbating’, but mostly because I didn’t think she could tell I was wearing. That was one of my go-to pairs of jeans, too, so I wondered how many other people had spotted me wearing over the years. I wasn’t sure how to explain. “I ... they just make me feel good.” “Like horny?” “N-n-not just horny.” I hate it when I stammer, too. “How then?” “Um ... comfortable. Maybe, secure ... or safe.” “Oh,” she said. “Is that okay, me wearing whenever I want to?” “Do you, um, use them?” That was how secretive I’d been about my wearing. She put me in diapers a handful of times since I first told her, but I hid the fact that I wet my diapers from her even after we moved in together. I suspect she knew, at least on some level, so maybe that day she was just confirming it. “I, uh, pee in them, sometimes.” All the time, actually. “Oh. Well, I’m okay with that. You don’t have to be embarrassed about it or hide it.” And then she left the room to go do laundry. It was that simple. I was glad she knew, but I still felt my wearing was private, and I didn’t ask her to be involved. It was really an almost non-existent part of our relationship. The only time it ever really came up was when I’d let her spank me - not my favorite thing, but she never got too rough with me - before sex; if we did that, she’d often diaper me afterward without me asking, but in total, I think she did that maybe 10 times going all the way back to when we started dating until I quit my job. Once I quit and was working from home, I started wearing more and more. A lot of days, I’d diaper myself when I got out of the shower and would take it off just before she got home. I even got a trash can for the garage just for my diapers. I don’t know why exactly. It wasn’t that I was trying to hide it. Or maybe I was. Anyway, after six months, I finally decided to bring it up one night after sex. “Honey,” I said. My head lying on her thigh, and I was looking away from her. I’d tried to have the conversation before, but I chickened out then. Whether it was the afterglow or the fact that I wasn’t looking at her, this time I was able to say it. “There’s something I want to ask you.” “I think I know what it is,” Kate said. “You do?” “Yes, and I’ve told you. I’m very happy with our sex life. You’re much better at it then when we first started.” I was, and I guess am, insecure about that. I never knew quite how to feel about the fact that I could always bring her to climax with my tongue, but rarely with my dick. She couldn’t see my face, but she must’ve seen my ear turn crimson. “I ... Okay.” “That’s what you were gonna ask about, right?” “ ... Yeah.” “Fibber,” she said. “Sorry. Just tell me.” “I, um ... it’s about my diapers.” “Yeah?” “Ya know I’ve been, uh, wearing them more often now.” “I noticed,” she giggled. “Well, I’ve, uh ... I want to wear them all the time.” “Like 24/7?” “Yes.” She didn’t say anything in response right away. The silence made me feel ashamed, and I regretted even bringing it up. Her hand stopped running through my hair, then she took it away entirely. “Sit up,” she said. I felt like I was on the verge of tears, and I wondered if I had just screwed up our marriage somehow. I sat up but looked at the bedspread. “Can I ask some questions,” she asked. I nodded my head yes. “When you say 24/7, do you mean literally all the time?” “Pre-pretty much, yeah.” “So if we go to visit my parents?” “Yeah.” “Vacation?” “Yeah.” She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, while I sat there growing more anxious. “Would you, um, use the toilet at all?” “Yes,” I said, maybe a little too enthusiastically. “I never, you know, in my diapers. And I wouldn’t use one if I thought I was about to leak or something, or just when I don’t want to.” “How much will it cost?” “I’m not sure.” “Can you guess, just for now?” I had put some thought into it, but I hadn’t put pencil to paper or anything. “$250 a month, give or take. Maybe a bit more at first ... I know that’s a lot.” “We can afford it ... we may have to skip a few meals out each month ... can I think about it?” “Sure, of course.”

I am not incontinent and do not ever want to be. I wear diapers for my own personal enjoyment, sometimes low end diapers for 3 hours a couple times a week, and thick premium diapers a few times a year all day when I go out running errands or shopping. This is my take on it. If you make a personal choice to wear 24/7/365 (and I am not discouraging anyone if that is what they want to do), then you have to realize right from the start that this will be your life going forwards and accept any and all situations. That's why I have said many times to really think everything out as far as the rest of your life to make sure it's really what you want to do and that you will have no regrets. That counts for work, advancement, marriage, kids, political ambitions or even an acting career. This applies to daily things as well, such as concerts, traveling, road trips, tours, all kinds of things. Like Cruiser said, you have to get over diapers! There are ways to do anything but some may have pros and cons. If you have questions when just starting out about what to do in some situations, best to do what you did and ask questions but also think of all those possible situations and how you will handle them both physically and mentally! That is the key. Here is the question I have to sound you out a little more. Lets say the drive and concert will be at least 5 hours long. Mega Max diapers say they last 12 hours without the need to change but they are bulky. I have easily gotten 8 hours and more out of my Betterdry diapers with no leak and capacity left. That is one answer to your problem of a 5 to 6 hour time going to a concert or event. Here is the question. What would your concerns be in wearing a Mega Max or Betterdry diaper for the event? Either will have the capacity you need for the duration without needing to change or carry extra diapers along with you. This question goes for any future situations as well where you may have to go an extended period of time in between diaper changes and may have to wear a bulkier high capacity diaper. I think this is possibly the crux of your issue. You mention your 20 year old daughter will be along and she doesn't know about your diapers. It sounds to me like you want to be discreet so she won't find out and that no one knows you wear diapers, the people around you at the event and your daughter. Because of that, you may not be interested in a bulky thick 8 or 12 hour diaper like I have mentioned because they will not be discreet and probably more noticeable, and I would probably agree on that point. I am only bringing up this last part based on your own comments, sweetlilone, on your "family reunion that will be coming up with the 4th of July. We live a few hours away and will be traveling with my daughter ( early 20's) who doesn't know about my diaper wearing. I've been able to keep it from her with wearing baggy pants and relatively thin diapers that I have to change every 2 hours, looking for weak points that I know may lead me to not wear, The look from security when they open my bag and see diapers" and "Maybe that is just something I need to get used to". This is where you need to "Shit or get off the pot", as the old saying goes. Yes, for someone who enjoys wearing diapers now and then like me but is not 24/7 and doesn't want to be, I can always decide I'm not going to wear a diaper to this or that event, especially if friends or family will be along with me. I can pick and chose when, where and what situations I want to wear my thick diapers such as when by myself or out of town running my errands. If you have decided to go 24/7/365, then you have to accept that this will be your life until you pass on and no going back. Rather than living your life questioning "What do I do in this situation and who is going to notice I am thickly diapered, including my friends and family", you have to take the attitude that you now wear diapers all the time, people may and will find out (especially the ones closest to you) and you have to get over the fact that people, including your daughter and family will know you wear diapers. It's a natural feeling to be nervous and a little scared that people you know will discover you are diapered as it's unknown how they will react. Also on any conversations about it, questions they may ask about why and your health from concerned family. That doesn't mean you can't wear thin discreet diapers most of the time when you can easily change wherever and whenever you need to, it just means there will be times when you have to plan for extended time in the same diaper before you will be able to change. That's one reason there are so many different sizes, styles and absorbencies of adult diapers available to choose from for different situations. If some concerns and trepidation's weight too heavily on your mind, then it's decision time. Either let them pass, go for it 100%, get those unsure feelings out of your mind permanently, have a plan for every possible situation and don't care who may know you are diapered weather it's everyday people or friends and family. If you can't resolve any feelings that still bother you, maybe 24/7/365 is a bit too much at this time and instead retain your continence for those situations where you might feel more comfortable around friends, family, concerts and events if you didn't wear a diaper. I'm certainly not trying to discourage anyone from going 24/7/365 if that is what they want, my point is if anyone has a lot of questions or nagging concerns that bother them about what to do when this or that happens, how to hide it from family and friends and all, they may want to give their decision more thought before acting on such a life long change. After all, you can still retain continence and wear your diapers 95% of the time and still save that other 5% out of diapers when something comes up. Just my thoughts.

You are too young to settle. I have been in your place with a girlfriend that cannot stand the thought of her man in diapers. It does not get better, in fact, it may get worse as she starts to loathe the site of diapers. The best thing is to enjoy your time with her, but be realistic that this is not the "one" for you. I know I am being harsh and that some will say that they have made it work with someone that cannot stand diapers. But are you looking to be tiptoeing around her about diapers forever, or want to be able to not have to hide who you are? It is not easy being who you are but you are happier when not having to hide or tiptoe around someone.

Jakie Life progressed. I got used to the fact that my diaper was just spontaneously wet. The pooping bothered me. I mean, I guess it shouldn’t. It was destined to end up in the diaper anyway, but I felt so powerless when it came out without me being able to stop it. Through all this, at least, I had Lexie. She could tell when I was down (especially after pooping) and she’d hold me or take me off and get me changed. I doubt I could have made it through without her. The annoying fact was that I was doing better at school. I thought maybe I should not try so hard so it wouldn’t make it seem that the shots were a good idea, but I couldn’t bring myself to intentionally not do well. I liked doing well. The end of the school year was approaching. I was spending the night at Lexie’s as my dad was out of town and my mom was busy at work or something. Lexie said she was going over to her friend Janie’s, so I tagged along. It was prom night for the older kids and Janie was getting ready for Tykie to come and get her. She had her dress on. It was a pretty satin gown, but short. It barely covered a matching satin diaper cover. Soon, Tykie arrived. He had a white tux jacket over a satin white diaper. Tykie presented Janie with a corsage. Pictures were taken and they set out for the dance. Lexie hugged me. “That will be us in a couple of years.” I smiled at the prospect that we’d still be together then. “You want to go to see the graduation?” Lexie said. “Sure, I’d go anywhere with you,” I answered. We were back at Lexie’s for the night and I got some much-appreciated crib time with her. In the intervening week, I realized I was starting to get some control back. The shots must be wearing off. I didn’t bother to tell my mom. Saturday came and we headed to school to watch the graduation. We were told that underclassmen should wear their uniforms, so we did. The seniors filed in. They were all wearing caps and gowns, but I knew they had just a diaper on underneath. I caught view of several of the original babies coming in. There was a speech by our congressman and then by the valedictorian. Then the seniors started up to the stage to pick up their diplomas. I noticed that in addition to their diplomas, many of the students were picking up an additional item. Many held It up in triumph. “What are they waving, panties?” I asked Lexie. “Yes, the school allowed parents to provide them.” I continued to watch. Many of the students received panties with their diplomas and seemed as proud of that as the diploma. Some didn’t have anything. A couple received a diaper. I guess they weren’t going to be moving up in that aspect. After all were seated the principal pronounced the years class to be officially graduated. Mortarboards flew and then I noticed many of the students were hiking up their gowns. They were ripping off their diapers and pulling on their gifted panties. As the event broke up, there were frequent pictures of people showing off underwear in opened or hiked up gowns. I found a small gathering of the original babies. Some of them had their gowns open sporting “big kid” underwear of some sort. One was wearing some sort of pull up. “I’ve been in a diaper so long, I didn’t trust myself,” he said. “I’m switching to regular panties in a few days.” “I’ve had the shots,” Tykie said. We all knew what he meant. He couldn’t switch to underwear now until they wore off. We were all invited by Janie and Tykie’s mothers over to Tykie’s house for a post-graduation party, so we went. We stopped off at Lexie’s and got into regular, well regular for us, clothes and headed over to the party. There was a mix between babies like us, some of whom were the recent graduates, and a few who were now sporting big kids clothes, probably with regular underneath. “I’m going to State University,” one boy explained. “I’m happy to out of baby mode.” A girl wearing big clothes also got in. “I’m going to Danielson. It’s probably going to take a bit to regain my toilet training, but at least I’m in pull-ups now.” Several of the group joined in the jingle, “I’m a big kid now.” I hugged Lexie tight. Would this be us in a few years. Looking forward to living our lives not as babies?

She isn’t going to have any problems with the detective in bed. A hard penis doesn’t see any scars. He is a better person than that anyway.

Neither - I wear hold-ups (Stay-ups I think in American). I like to wear stockings with a suspender belt (or Garter Belt), but they are not so easy to get hold of now - I can just buy the hold-up fishnet stockings in the supermarket.

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Chapter Seven “Aunt Jennifer I swear…” He starts to say, but she holds up her hand, shutting him up. “Didn’t I tell you the rules when you first started to live here?” She asks, taking a step forward. “Yes, but I mean…I was just having fun…I’m an adult you know!” He spits out, feeling the confidence bubble up inside of him, but he knows as soon as he said it, it was a bad decision. “Oh, you’re an adult now? That means you can do whatever you want without any consequences?” She asks of him. “No! I mean…yes! I’m thankful that you let me live here…but I shouldn’t have to be treated as a…as a…” He fishes around for the right word. “A what?” she asks as she takes another step forward. “A baby!” “Oh, so you’re not a baby then.” She is now touching his cheek with her fingers, a smile upon her face. “Very well, we shall see. Go to bed right now. If you keep your bed dry, then I will let you do whatever you want. However, if you do have an accident…., you must do whatever I want.” “That’s not…” Jack takes a deep breath. “Fine. Deal.” “Good. No going to the bathroom before bed, though.” She gives him a sly smile. “That’s not fair,” Jack grumbles. “An adult can hold it even if they had a lot to drink.” Aunt Jennifer shrugs her shoulder. “Fine! I’ll do it then!” He says as he marches to his room and slams the door. He takes a deep breath, trying to push away the feeling of his bladder. If he concentrates hard enough, he won’t wet the bed. He knows that he will be able to do this. He has done it before. He went through most of his life without any accidents in the first place. He gets dressed for bed and climbs underneath the covers; it isn’t long before he is out like a light. -- The following morning he wakes up, and he knows he is in trouble. He doesn’t have to move much to feel the wetness beneath him. He curses to himself and falls back onto his bed, wanting to cry out in both humiliation and frustration. What is Aunt Jennifer going to do to him now? He bites his lip as he hears her in the distance. He whimpers as she flings open the door. “Now will you listen to what I say?” She asks, there is no need to check his bed, for his room smells of urine. “You don’t know better. It’s quite clear to me that you are doing this because you enjoy the attention you get…you enjoy wearing diapers…you really got excited by the thought of suckling on my tit. What kind of man does that? Especially the time you wear pink diapers. I have some fun plans in store for you…that is if you want too….” “What plans?” Jack asks. “You can continue to live here, rent-free – go to school, get a part-time job, save up money – on the outside world you’ll be a normal college student. BUT. Once you walk through those doors your under my command and must do everything I say. You behave and listen – I’ll give you a generous reward, but you misbehave, and you’ll have to face the consequences.” Jack stares at her, trying to figure out what she means. What does she want from him? “Just tell me….what exactly you want from me? Is it just you want me in diapers or…” Jack pauses when he realizes that Aunt Jennifer is holding something in her hand…it looks like a big fluffy pink dress. No. “This is what I want from you.” Aunt Jennifer smiles, “I think you’ll make a cute diaper girl, don’t you think?” “What, but I! I’m a boy!” Jack complains. “Boys aren’t hairless!” Aunt Jennifer gives him a wink as he remembers that she shaved almost every hair off only a few days off. “If you agree…I’ll give you a reward right now.” “I don’t know…” Jack says. “I don’t think…” “I know you’ve had a crush on me,” Aunt Jennifer says, “I’ll admit…you’ve always intrigued me. I know that you enjoy this. I bet if I check you’ll be hard right now…you’re always hard when you’re around me…when I diaper you when I change you when you saw me naked…come on, be my sweet little girl and I’ll make your dreams come true.” “But what if I don’t like it?” “I won’t do anything you truly don’t enjoy,” Aunt Jennifer tells him, “so long as if you give it a shot. But, based on everything I’ve witnessed and know from you – I think it won’t be long before you’ll both accept and love this new you.” “I…I…” Jack stammers, not sure what to think. His head slightly hurts from drinking the previous night. Should he say yes? If it was to wear diapers, he could handle that; he has to admit they did feel soft….but a dress? How humiliating was that?! But…why did the thought turn him on so much? He curses at himself, not wanting Aunt Jennifer to know that she was partly right. “Fine.” He gives a defeated sigh. Aunt Jennifer leans over and pats him on the head. “What a good little boy…or should I say, girl.” She giggles as she helps him pull off his shirt and put on the dress. It was satin, a light pink that fluffed out at the bottom with white lace. She also places a pink clip in his hair to go along with it, as well as another big pink diaper between his legs. He felt foolish as Aunt Jennifer stands before him, looking him over. “Perfect! And from now on, you shall be known as Jessica.” “Jessica?” “Yes, it’s cute, but now you have been a good little girl and listened to Auntie Jennifer. I’ll give you a nice reward.” She sits down on the bed, pulling down her top, revealing her breast. “Come sit on my lap, and I’ll feed you.” “R-really?” He asks as he stands there and watches her. She nods her head and pats her lap once more. He walks over to her and gently hops onto her lap, she holds him close as she brings him closer to her breast. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he licks his lips - wondering if this was really happening. He soon wraps his mouth around her nipple and begins to suckle as she brings him as close as she could to him She then places her hand upon his diaper bottom and begins to rub and pat, causing him to wiggle slightly. “That’s right, fill up that tummy!” Aunt Jennifer giggles as she continues to rub and pat at his diaper crotch; he knows that she can feel his dick beneath it. He moans as he continues to suckle on her nipples. It feels amazing. He can’t explain it. The way she is holding her close to her body, her nipple in his mouth, her soft pats on his diapered bottom – even the dress and the hairpin – is driving him crazy. “I knew someone would enjoy this.” Aunt Jennifer whispers as she grabs hold of his dick through the diaper and begins to rub it, causing him to let out a long moan. “Such a dirty little girl,” Aunt Jennifer continues, “I knew all along…if you just listen to what I say then you would be enjoying more stuff like this.” He nods his head as he suckles, but it’s getting harder to focus as he knows he is about to cum in his diaper. “I think a naughty little girl is going to fill up her diaper soon.” Aunt Jennifer giggles as she continues to rub at his penis through the diaper, it feels so good, he can’t control himself, and it isn’t long before he feels himself release in the diaper. He breathes hard, catching his breath. He can’t remember a time he came like that before. He looks up at his aunt, who is beaming down at him. “Good job,” she says as she leans down and kisses his forehead, “I knew you could do that. There will be lots of happy endings if you do everything I say.” He blushes wondering what more can come with this. He hops down from her lap, even more, embarrassed now that he came in a diaper while wearing a dress and suckling from her nipple. Aunt Jennifer holds out her hand for him. “Come on; I want to see where you’ll be sleeping from now on.” His face turns bright pink as he looks around. Is he going to be sleeping in her room now? “But I thought…” She shook her head. “This was just a temporary placement for you. But this room is way too big for such an itty bitty baby girl.” What had he gotten himself into?

Just has Yulia started to remove the dildo from inside Ethan, Ethan who got another hand on from the thrusting came again his cum getting all over the dildo, Yulia's tummy and a bit of the diaper under him. Yulia let out another smirk before going to the bathroom to clean up. When she left Ethan sobbed like a baby, everything hurt, his bottom from the spanking, the inside of his asshole from the thrusting and his voice from crying and screaming. But what hurt most was his now destroyed pride. In just one night he went from the man of the house to the baby of the house. Soon Yulia came back in and after putting away the strap-on and paddles under, she then turned Ethan. Soon Ethan's thumb went right back in his mouth as he started to suck it.

I get that. While I never want to yuck anybody's yum, I sometimes feel uncomfortable with how often being feminine is treated as humiliation. For me, being a girl/girly is powerful, comfortable, and beautiful.

Chapter Twelve Daniel turned his face away from Natalie, knowing that his face must have been a bright pink at that point. He knew it was his fault, he was the one who opened the door and pushed for the conversation – but he wasn’t expecting her to call him out like that bluntly. His mouth was dry, and he was unable to answer her. He felt like an idiot. It was then he felt Natalie’s hand gently lay upon his lap. “It’s okay.” He turned his head and faced her; she was smiling at him. “If you have to wear because…” He cut her off, shaking his head. “I don’t wear because of need.” “Oh?” She tilted her head to the side; he took a deep breath. He could feel himself sweating; he hated this part of any relationship. His last one…it ended so poorly. He was afraid of what she would think when he told her he wore them for FUN, and he got off on wearing diapers. It seemed like such a stupid thing to say out loud. “I wear…because…it feels good.” He said but then shakes his head. “Wait, no! I mean…yeah they do feel good, but…I mean…” How can he explain his feelings adequately in words? “Daniel,” Natalie said with a deep breath, “It’s okay. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” “Really? You don’t think I’m a creep or something.” Natalie let out a laugh. “You a creep? You’re like the nicest guy I know. I don’t think that way about you. I mean, you can’t help what you like right?” “Thanks…” Daniel let out a long sigh. He felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “I really appreciate it. I’m not asking anything from you of course….I just thought you should know.” “It’s no big deal,” Natalie said with a smile, “I promise.” The two of them cuddled up on the couch and made out a few times, but it didn’t go further than that. About a half an hour later, Daniel walked Natalie back to her place. He couldn’t believe what just inspired between the two of them. Was Natalie okay with the fact he liked to wear diapers? He felt his excitement bubbling up inside of him, but the feeling crushed inside of him when he pictured Lilly’s face in his mind. He tried to push it away, after all, he was with Natalie now and he liked her…and now she knew and accepted his fetish…what more could he want? But yet, a still small voice was yelling at him in the back of his mind. He wasn’t sure what it was saying. He couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night The following morning he had to work the morning shift, and to see it wasn’t awkward around Lilly would be an understatement. It felt like the moment she revealed that she was Mommy Violet – a veil had been lifted off of her. Before he noticed her, she was little a spunky young girl with a positive attitude and a puppy dog crush on him. But now? He saw a woman, with long red hair, curves, a beautiful smile, and an upbeat attitude with a fire in her eyes. How come he never noticed it before? How come he never saw her before? “What are you looking at?” Lilly said as she stands up from wiping down one of the tables. Daniel realized he was standing there holding a bunch of books he was planning on putting down when he paused to stare at her. He shook his head. “Oh, nothing. Did you have fun at the fair?” “Yeah, it was alright. Thomas got sick a few times, though.” “Haha of course. He says he can handle the rides, but we know he can’t.” “Just like that time, we all drove down to that small theme park an hour away,” Lilly said, flashing him a smile. “How are things going?” “Uh, they’re going good. I…” He shuffled his feet as he started to head to a bookshelf. Even though he know knew who Lilly was, it still made it difficult for him to be open to her about it. But, she was the only one who could understand…but would it be wrong for him to confide in her? “Is everything okay with Natalie?” Lilly walked over and placed her hands on his shoulder. He felt his cheeks blush slightly as he found a place for one of the books he was holding and slide it in. “Yeah, I um…I actually told her about…well, you know.” Lilly’s eyebrows arched a bit in surprise when he said that. “Really? How did she take it?” “Really well actually.” He could have sworn he saw a frown etch over Lilly’s face for a split second before it was replaced with a broad smile. “That’s awesome, Daniel! I’m really happy for you!” “You mean it?” “Of course,” Lilly told him, “it’s rare when we find acceptance. I’m very happy for you. I hope she treats you well.” “Thank you, Lilly…and I hope that…” Daniel wanted to return the favor, wanted to say that he wished she would find happiness too. But, just the thought of her with someone else – speaking to him like she did online…and doing things like that, made him feel a bit jealous. What was wrong with him? “Hey, Lilly can you help me with something!” One of their coworkers called from the register. “Yeah, be right there,” Lilly said, giving Daniel one last glance before she walked away. Daniel couldn’t help but watch leave, sighing heavily, before going back to business. He felt like there was more than he wanted to say, but he didn’t have the courage. He didn’t understand his feelings for Lilly at the moment. Has he only noticed her because he knew of her secret? Or was there more than meets the eye? He didn’t speak much to Lilly for the rest of his shift, but he kept his eyes on her. Once in a while, she would catch him staring, and he would try to play it off as if he was looking at something else, or he was trying to get her attention to help him with some task. After his shift was over, he pulled his phone out of his locker and checked it, realizing he got a text message from Natalie. Hey Daniel! I’ve been thinking a lot lately about everything that is going on! Would love if we could sit down and talk about it more. Are you free later on tonight? He felt his heart sink a little bit, was this a good talk or a bad talk? Maybe she was a bit more curious about the fetish, which he couldn’t blame her. It was then that Lilly walked in as well. “Going home?” He nodded his head. “Yes.” “Daniel…” Lilly sighed as she walked over to him. “Why do you keep staring at me?” He could feel his face start to blush but tried to keep his composure. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I’m not stupid, Daniel! You were staring at me. Do you have something to say to me? I’m not going to sit here and let you play games with my – “ Before he knew what he was doing, before he could process his thoughts before any reason of right and wrong could register – he reached over, placed his hands upon her shoulder, pulled her close… And kissed her.

There's a correlation, sure, but I wouldn't say causation. While it may be true that you can't throw a shoe in a room of trans women without hitting an AB, being a woman isn't an act of humiliation; it's about being a woman. Humiliation is poured on us, and some of us internalize it, but if someone thinks that's humiliating in and of itself then they might have some things to work out.

Wanting to be humiliated has nothing to do with someone being transgender. Fixing your gender is a lot of work and takes it's tolls physically, mentally and emotionally. That isn't to mention the time and money cost which is huge. No one is going to go through that because they have a kink for humiliation.

If you can fit in them and they look correct for the size of a person's body and they work just as well, I see no problem. What has always bothered me is the larger adult who tries to squeeze into an actual child's goodnite, pull up or baby diaper because they want the "authentic look and feel" of an actual baby diaper. NEWS FLASH! A 200 pound adult guy is never going to look like an authentic baby or toddler by trying to squeeze into any toddler or kids diaper or pull up! For a kid, they look authentic because the product is sized for their kid's body. That's why these products come in so many sizes from newborn to size 7 or Goodnites in sizes based in age or weight. When an adult wear baby diapers for that "real babyish" look, they just look disgusting, like an over stuffed sausage bursting out of it's casing, especially if the pull up or diaper has to be taped on with duct tape because the side panels won't reach around to properly fasten it, as well as the diaper looking like a tiny bikini because it can only come up part way in the front and back. I think smaller women can get away with them because even if they are a little small on their body, they would look more like bikini style panties many women wear anyway. A guy? Uggh! I say wear what is appropriate for the size of your body, and if you can fit well in Goodnites or Pull ups and they look well on you, fine. If not, use adult pull ups and peel off cartoon stickers you can buy in the stationary section of any good store and decorate your adult pull up if you want it to look more child like. If you want to look like a baby in a diaper, the diaper still has to look correctly proportionate to your body.

Taking a water pill will disrupt the electrolyte balance in your body. Water pills are for people who have high blood pressure and need to get rid of excess salt and water. Depleting your body's salt reserves and dehydrating yourself is dangerous. Also, it still won't cause your brain to allow your urinary sphincter to relax during sleep. You'll just get awakened in the middle of the night by your full bladder.

One, I don't advertise the fact that I like wearing diapers. True, if it was a discreet logo only people who are on this site would know what it meant. The other thing is I don't like covering my vehicles with bumper stickers and things like that. It detracts from the clean lines and great look of a car and to me it looks stupid! I'm not going to mess up my car to give free advertising to some tourist site or mess it up with bumper stickers. All that said, why not take the Daily Diapers logo and print it on peel off paper on your home computer printer? That way there would be no real expense having some company make them, no leftover stock you may have paid for laying around that you can't sell, and anyone who wants to do it can just do it at home. Maybe someone here who wants to do it can make a design, get everyone's feedback and then people here can just copy the design off this website.

Betterdry this morning for me.

I have a mild defect from not wanting to give up a pacifier as a child. My mouth has a high arch, which was a HUGE pain when I had braces/an expander. Food would get stuck to the roof of my mouth above the expander plate (which should touch the roof of the mouth.) Fortunately my teeth turned out okay from the pacifier. The braces were to counteract my Irish family teeth that overlapped one another.

Because we are raising our children to be adults one day - not to be ABDL. Most people do not care about 'suckling' a pacifier at night or need one for comfort. That's like asking why do we potty-train our children. Because it's the right thing to do.

Yes I remember that first trip very vividly! The first is the worst. They get easier. I was struggling to find change locations and ended up having to rely on the range of my BetterDry more than I really wanted to. I had zero underwear in my luggage but loads of nappies. I'd actually taken way too much stuff because I was a bit panicky about getting caught short. I have a couple more domestic trips coming up in the next few weeks and now that I'm back 24x7, I will be in nappies for those but it's more routine now.

Chapter Eight I sat parked on the street outside of Dani's apartment, waiting. She had dropped a couple of hints that she was busy Saturday night, and I had assumed it was with Julian - so I waited, resting in the passenger seat of my locked car, reclined, watching the door to her building. Worst case, I was wrong and wasting my night, but I was willing to bet that she was either going to meet him somewhere, or he was going to pick her up. Sure enough, about an hour later, she walked out of the building and to her Prius. I wished I had already gotten a chance to get my hands on her phone and set up a tracking signal. Following someone the old fashioned way left both the chance of losing her and the chance of being caught. I was confident in my ability to play it off if we "ran into" each other in public, but if she saw me following her while driving... that would be tougher to explain. I slipped to the driver's seat, moving my butt over the console and sliding down, waiting three beats before I fired up the engine and began following her. She was headed downtown - Sunnyvale had a nice little downtown area not terribly far from her place. As I pulled into the parking space across the lot from her and watched her walk toward the restaurants, I took a moment to wind my hair up into a bun - an unusual style for me - and tie it back before slipping on my reading glasses and following her on foot. I watched her step into a Mexican restaurant and hug a blond man an inch or two shorter than she was, before they sat down at a table together. Could be a friend, could be Julian. No way of knowing yet. I settled into a table outside the Irish pub across the way, a spot where I could watch them and ordered a burger and fries - something simple so I could stay focused. I snapped a couple of photos under the guise of getting a few shots of the downtown and ate my subpar burger, paying early and leaving a 100% tip so the server didn't try to shoo me away. I watched as the two of them laughed and ate, shared a pitcher of margaritas - naughty girl, once again - and enjoyed each other's company. Their body language didn't speak of old friends, they were still feeling each other out, still finding the shape of one another. Following him back to his car was easy, as was memorizing his plate number. White Accord, California plates - I had all the info I needed. I watched as Dani climbed back into her car - he waited for her, they were going somewhere else next. I frowned - I had gotten a good long look at him, he seemed like the engineer-wants-to-be-management type, white polo and khakis, short cut blond hair and a pearly smile. He oozed "normal" - I hated him already. Normal was always hiding something. Normal never hurt, surrounded by all the other normals and lauded for their conformity. Growth came from pain - the kind of pain you never felt growing up as a straight white male. Sure, I was prejudiced in my own way, prejudiced against the overwhelming majority of people that looked exactly like Julian in the world, but I felt somewhat justified - I suffered enough at the hands of "normal" and the pursuit of conformity. I sat behind the wheel of my car and sent an encrypted text to Seth. I'd do some cursory checking myself as well, but if both of us were digging too deep on the same target, we'd set off alarms. He was back to his usual routine during the week and there was very little chance of doing the social engineering these kinds of dives required on a Saturday night, so I'd have to wait. And settle for making some newbies suffer at the hands of my smurf. I wasn't feeling particularly gracious tonight. * * * I groaned as I rolled out of bed at the crack of noon on Sunday, kicking over a couple of hard cider empties on my way to the kitchen. I'd clean all that up in a bit. Sunday was cleaning day, after all. I spotted the green light on my phone flashing from where it rested on the couch - I had forgotten to plug it in last night. I'd stayed up way too late on Overwatch, drinking. I grabbed my phone and tapped the fingerprint sensor, opening my messages. DANI: How's your job in Redwood going? Any chance you're free Tuesday night? Well shit, it was from two hours ago. Why'd she have to pick Tuesday of this week? I had to take Jess out, it was important. Tuesday was great usually - lots of places declared it Ladies' Night in an attempt to bring in female clientele, often so the males had a better chance and finding someone... but I wasn't opposed to getting into places free even though the boys had zero chance with me. The job is stressful but it's going well. I can't do Tuesday, sorry. I'm meeting a friend for drinks. How about Wednesday night? I sent the message and began my weekly routine, tidying and sorting, cleaning and recycling. There was one room in the apartment that never needed tidying... though I wanted it to desperately. I stood in the doorway and stared at the empty crib, a sigh passing my lips as the phone chimed again. DANI: Wednesday sounds good - where are we going? The way she asked brought a smile to my face. It wasn't so hard to imagine Dani in this room, in that crib - she wanted someone to care for her. She didn't even want to suggest a restaurant, she wanted to be the submissive partner, she wanted someone else to be in control. This week was going to be busy. I have an idea. How is your emotionally compromised worker? Have you been able to help them? Our conversation continued on and off throughout the day, mostly small talk - she wasn't the worker in question's manager, but she was taking on that role somewhat. Apparently the actual manager wasn't very good at the human interaction part of the job, but very good at the logistics part - it was a shame, logistics were easy but a manager who could actually handle their subordinates well was worth their weight in gold. I felt relaxed as I tidied up, enjoying the casual ease with which we conversed, but my relaxation was shattered by an unexpected message. UNKNOWN: Call Kailee. Aubrey. I sighed wearily, all of the good feelings I had been gaining from talking with Dani shattered and washed away. Kailee didn't have the ability to call me - I had the phone set to send any of the numbers she usually used directly to voicemail and then delete the message. I allowed unknown texts only because I got job leads that way frequently enough that it was worth deleting a rogue message every now and again. I sat down on the couch in my freshly cleaned living room and dialed the one person I really, deeply did not want to talk to right now. "Hewwo mommy," her cutesy voice greeted me. "You said you wanted to be fwiends, but you never called me." "I do, Kailee - but I've been busy this week, I'm sure Aubrey has told you that." "Aubrey says you're going to her company to make people sad," she accused. "Why do you do that? Why do you hurt people?" "I don't set out to hurt people," I countered, "My job is to keep companies from collapsing - and sometimes the problem is that they have too many people, or the wrong people. I'll be able to talk to you more after the job is done." "I want to see you," I could see the pout on her face from her voice. "I miss you." It was baffling to me now that I had ever found that pout cute, those mannerisms. I had thought it was simple cover atop a hidden depth, but that turned out to be false - Kailee was shallow and uncaring, her pout wasn't some game, some façade - it's how she really was. My day with Jess had just reinforced how things could be, with the right partner - and Jess still had a lot of learning and growing to do herself, but she was leaps and bounds ahead of Kailee. "I know," I said soothingly, "I know you do. You're probably feeling a little lonely right now. But you have Aubrey, don't you? Are you guys going to watch some cartoons today?" "Aubrey doesn't want to play with me that way," she groused. "I want my mommy back." "I'm not anyone's mommy right now, Kailee. And I can't be yours, either. We both hurt, we need to focus on being friends first. Have you tried going to the club?" The easist solution to my whole problem would be Kailee finding another dom, someone to hold her attention. She was a bad sub, she was selfish and uncaring and didn't want to devote the time and trust it took to have a deeper relationship... but there were plenty of bad doms out there that fit her just fine. I knew that for a fact, I had met a few at the club. "The club is stupid," the pout was back in full force, "They told me I can't come back any more." Well, that was good news at least, maybe I'd have to visit again. "But I don't wanna meet anyone else, I want you." I couldn't say I was terribly surprised that she had been kicked out, after all. She had probably violated someone else's scene, tried to force her way into a play for attention - Kailee's grasp of boundaries was tenuous at best. "You want someone to take care of you, right?" "Yes mommy," her cutesy voice still turned my stomach, but I pressed on. "That can't be me right now, I have too much work to do. You need someone who can devote their time to caring for you, to helping you find your best self." "Aubrey said you have to do what I want." There it was. I had been expecting this one. "Oh, you want to be the mommy?" "No! I want you to be the mommy," she whined. "You hafta!" "I don't believe the Little gets to tell the mommy what they have to do, is that how it works? You want to be the boss, you want to make the decisions?" "No, no... I want you to be the boss," she sounded frustrated, confused. "Then I don't have to do what you want - if you want me to be the boss, we have to be friends again first. You know I'm right." "Yes mommy," she replied sullenly. "I have work to do, Kailee. I'll talk to you later, okay?" "Okay but don't make me wait so long next time." She was petulant, still trying to top from the bottom in the worst way. There was a right way to do it and a wrong way - the right way involved communicating your needs and expectations, maybe even having the upper hand over the caregiver for a short time... but it wasn't about forcing the caregiver to play their role the way the Little wanted. That had to be a gift freely given, and it didn't seem like Kailee was ever going to understand that. "You have a decision to make for yourself," I told her simply. "You keep talking like you want to be the boss, but you also want someone to take care of you, to command you. If you want someone else in control, you have to let them take that control on their own, and only someone - a friend - you trust very well can do that. Think on it, Kailee. We can still be friends, but you have to want that first." And with that, I hung up on her. She had come close to learning that lesson a few times, but I honestly didn't think she would ever get there. She wasn't interested in real growth, she was interested in short-term pleasure and it didn't really matter who she hurt - including herself - to get it.

Urinary incontinence is what I was looking for when I started wearing diapers, it was all I wanted and I happened to marry a woman who was also hoping for the same. You see my wife wanted a husband who wore diapers and we got lucky and meet each other. i told her why I was wearing diapers back than and what I was hoping for, she was more than happy to help me reach our goal and by our first anniversary I was in diapers 24/7 wetting with little control. a couple years later she t old me to take it the rest of the was and mess my diaper also, so now I wet and mess my diapers and we both are happy.