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Chapter Three The dream hadn't happened for some time, but it was the exact same as it had always been despite years of nonexistence. "Dream" would imply that it was an imagined event or series of events, but this was really just a memory with facets turned up to eleven, proportions distorted and things occurring in a perfect sequence to maximize the negative impact on the dreamer, Charlotte in this case. She found herself back in Renee's bed the morning after their first meeting and sexual congress. Her eyes opened slowly as the sun filtered in through the cracks in the blinds and she momentarily forget where she was and what had happened the night before until the acrid scent of urine mixed with the lingering perfume of her previous night's orgasm filled her nostrils. The blankets were suddenly off of her as she threw them aside and found the ridiculously large wet spot beneath her, the makeshift diaper that Renee had put on her the night before had become a wad of soaked material in a still beaded with her urine grocery bag and all she could do was stare in disbelief at it, her mind reeling to try and understand what had happened to cause this. Renee was waking up beside her, stirring softly and moving to look at her, and Charlotte panicked and covered herself back up as if the wet blankets could vanish the evidence of her accident like some sort of magician's trick. With her heart racing in her chest she tried to think of something, anything she could do or say to make this alright, to not have this woman she'd fallen for overnight wake to find that she'd shamefully desecrated the grounds of their relationship consummation with the least sexy and adult act imaginable to her. "What's that smell?" Renee said sleepily. "Did you-" The followup question never came because Renee was up in a flash, the blankets thrown aside to the floor in a heap revealing the full extent of what Charlotte had done, the wet spot beneath her spreading over to Renee's side of the bed, the girl's sleepwear soaked the same as the bed. Charlotte began to stammer and try to explain but her breathing had gotten so rapid that all she could do was sit there and look at Renee as she launched into a tirade that Charlotte wouldn't ever be able to forget. "I cannot believe you, Charlotte!" she shouted, now on her knees on the bed pulling her wet shirt away from her with a look of disgust on her face. "I'm s-" Charlotte had started to say but was silenced immediately by Renee holding up her hand in a "stop" signal and shushing her harshly. "I don't want to hear your apologies or excuses, little girl!" she snapped before grabbing Charlotte's hand and forcing it into the position she wanted before bringing it up to Charlotte's face, the newly extended thumb of her left hand being shoved into her mouth. "Little bedwetters like you don't get to speak when a grownup is talking to them." Renee declared with unwavering authority. Charlotte sat in dumbstruck surprise, her thumb remaining in her mouth out of fear that she would push the already enraged Renee over the proverbial edge if she defied her. Renee sighed heavily and gently guided Charlotte back down so the girl was fully on her back. "You know, there was a part of me that thought I shouldn't have trusted you in a homemade diaper." she began as she got off the bed to fetch the scissors. "I thought I should go out and get some proper diapers for you to sleep in, but you were so adamant that you weren't a baby and that you didn't want to wear them that I thought maybe I was wrong about you and you wouldn't actually need them." she continued as she cut through the tape around the waistline of the makeshift diaper and removed the sodden mass from Charlotte's body. Charlotte inhaled sharply through her nose as the cool air in the room hit her lower half, the feeling of not having a swampy and muggy lump of plastic encased toweling hugging her and finally getting fresh air to her skin was refreshing she had to admit. "Now, do you like me?" Renee asked once the bundle in her hands was dropped off the end of the bed into the trashcan by her desk with a dense wet thud. Charlotte pulled her thumb from her mouth and watched as Renee immediately smacked her inner thigh with an open palm. "Did I say you could stop sucking your thumb, little girl?" she asked rhetorically, nodding in approval as Charlotte immediately reinserted her thumb to her mouth. "Good girl, now, do you like me?" she asked again, slower and more deliberate as if she didn't fully trust Charlotte to understand what she was saying. Charlotte nodded eagerly. "I can't hear you." Renee told her. "Weth a wige oo." Charlotte said through her thumb. Renee nodded. "Good!" she chirped approvingly. "Do you want to continue to see me?" she asked. "Weth a woo wige do, beathe." Charlotte responded, making sure to throw a polite "please" in the mix to show she was in fact a good girl. Renee smiled and nodded. "Good." she said. "If that's true then you're going to agree to the new rules I have for you, any of which will cause us not to see each other anymore if you break them, am I understood, little girl?" she asked. Charlotte swallowed hard and nodded, realizing her mistake quickly and correcting herself with a quiet, "Weth, mom." which she wanted to be taken as "ma'am" but Renee's smile made her forget the wish instantly. "Very good." Renee said. "Now, first thing's first, you need to be punished for not only your naughtiness of not accepting something you clearly needed, proper diapers for bedtime, but also for ruining my mattress." she explained. "I'll give you a choice, you can accept less spankings but with a paddle," she began, moving to her dresser and bringing out a large wooden paddle with hearts cut out in the body of it, testing it softly against the flat of her other hand. "or we can go with a traditional bare hand spanking but you'll get more." she said as she took a seat back on the bed. The dream always shifted time forward at that point, moving past the horribly embarrassing decision that Charlotte finally came to, her eyes spilling out tears at the humiliation of receiving a spanking from a girl she was attracted to and also the thought of how much a spanking would actually hurt when delivered by the paddle she eventually chose. The dream picked up as the last blow from the paddle connected with her sore and still damp from her overnight exploits behind and she was helped off of Renee's lap and back onto the bed, her sobbing barely contained by the thumb she'd not only kept in her mouth but that she was now actively nursing on between her pathetic cries and whimpers. "Now that we're back on track, I want you to go down the hall and shower up so we can go out and get you some proper diapers for future sleepovers." Renee told her. Moving gingerly, every shift bringing a stinging reminder of her punishment radiating up her body, Charlotte got off the bed and went to grab her clothes from the floor but was stopped by a hard swat to her already sore bottom. "First of all, I did NOT give you permission to remove your thumb from your mouth." she chided with a stern gaze on her face. "Second, those are dirty clothes, grab a towel from the closet and I'll get some clothes together for you while you're gone." she explained. Charlotte quickly returned her thumb to her mouth with a resigned whimper and went to the closet, her face flushing when all she found in the way of a towel was a bubblegum pink Hello Kitty printed affair which she grabbed and held up with pleading eyes directed at Renee. "Yes, that's the only towel left, sweetie." she said as she turned and picked up the trashcan and tipped it to show the wadded up towels in the bottom. "We can't have you using your peepee towels to dry off, can we?" she asked rhetorically, a smile plastered on her face as she looked at Charlotte and got off the bed to take the towel and loosely secure around the younger girl's waist like a dress to cover her naked lower half. "Now don't you tinkle on that one, young lady." she teased as she turned the girl around and guided her out the door and into the hallway, shutting the door behind her. So it was that seventeen year old Charlotte King left the dorm room of her crush, thumb firmly planted in her mouth, childish Hello Kitty towel tied around her, her plump behind throbbing with every step as the few random girls in the hall giggled and whispered as she walked to the showers. ************************************************************************ She knew even before she was fully awake that she'd wet the bed, she always did when she had that dream, or memory, dreamory? For nearly two years after she'd severed all ties with Renee she wet the bed nightly, something she blamed on Renee for obvious reasons, and only after extensive therapy did she finally overcome the embarrassing remnants of her time with Renee. Letting her thumb fall from her mouth and wiping away the tears that had formed from the events of her dream, she got up from the bed and stripped out of her wet clothes, piling them up on the wet bedding and making her way to the bathroom for a long hot shower. Shower time was thinking time for Charlotte, it was the time where she allowed herself to contemplate the larger things in her life, things that everyday life kept her from thinking about. She thought about the dream, assuming it had occurred after a lengthy hiatus because of the phone message from Renee, but it still bothered her. As the water cascaded down her body she thought more about Renee's message, wondering why Renee would ask her to apologize to her mother for her when she knew she'd have no way of doing so. She washed herself and wondered if maybe the sentiment wasn't the important part, but rather the actual act, if maybe Renee wanted her to go to the cemetery where her mother was buried, it was worth looking into after she'd wrapped up with her interview today. ************************************************************************ She'd arranged to meet Kenneth Figueroa in the parking lot of the Walmart on the outskirts of town, somewhere public and crowded but with enough privacy that she could get what she needed from him without interruption. She'd packed both pepper spray and a stun gun in her purse, just in case and written an apology note to the cleaning lady with a hefty tip on the nightstand for the trouble of having to clean a grown woman's pissy sheets despite the knowledge that far worse had to have been done in the career of hotel housekeeping. The drive out of town was calm and uneventful, allowing her further time to think. Something about Renee's call was eating at her, it didn't fit with the narrative she'd built up so far. If Renee was clearly in control of Steven when the picture of the two of them was taken and the letter to his mother written, why would she all of a sudden be afraid and calling Renee with cryptic messages? Near as she could tell, Renee was someone very useful to The Innocent, someone that wouldn't be in their crosshairs without very good reason. The other part of that scenario that bothered her was Renee calling her of all people. Given their long estrangement and the way things ended between them, Renee wouldn't expect her to drop anything to help her no matter how afraid she was or how important. "Could she know about the story?" Charlotte wondered. "Was Renee reaching out to her to try and get her claws into again after so many years apart?" She shook off the thoughts as she saw the Walmart looming on the horizon and put her game face on. Kenneth Figueroa was parked at the end of the parking lot near the tire center, his beat up old truck sat alone as Charlotte pulled in next to him and rolled down her window. Kenneth leaned over inside the truck and rolled down the passenger side window. He didn't look to be an overly large man, but he was definitely imposing looking enough for Charlotte to put her hand inside her bag and clutch the pepper spray container within. "Lovely weather today, isn't it?" he asked in a thick Southern drawl, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark aviator sunglasses, his 70's pornstar mustache twitching as he looked at her and then over his shoulder to check the parking lot behind him. "Only lemonade could make it better." Charlotte answered, giving him the other half of the code phrase they'd agreed upon. Kenneth leaned down and opened his glove box and held up a brown cardboard box about the size of a novel and twice as thick. "I won't ask ya ta git in ma car or nothin' like that, miss, a lady needs ta protect herself." he said and tossed the box out of his window and onto the roof of her car with near perfect execution, the box stopping right above her head. Reaching her hand upward out the window she felt around for the box and pulled it into the car before looking to him again. "Ain't a bomb or nothin', just some things that might help ya out." he told her with a smile and a polite nod. "Now, you don't contact me no more after I leave, y'hear? I got a little girl ta look after and this kinda thing ain't safe." he said. Charlotte nodded. "Thank you, Mr.-" she started but stopped when she saw he was already rolling his window back up and starting his car. After rolling up her own window she looked around the parking lot, made sure her doors were locked, and broke the tape sealing one end of the box with her fingernail, opening it slowly and tipping it toward her open hand. A thick envelope landed first closely followed by a USB stick, a quick peek into the box showed nothing else and she returned both items to the box and set it on the passenger seat before starting her car and leaving the parking lot. ************************************************************************ Back at the hotel, she parked her car and made her way into the lobby, stopping off at the front desk to check her messages, wondering if Ron might have reached out to her to check on her progress. "Yes ma'am, a woman stopped by and left a note for you." the man behind the counter told her as he went to the bank of numbered slots on the wall and pulled an envelope from the one with her room number. "A woman?" Charlotte asked. "What did she look like?" "About yay tall," he said, holding his hand a few inches taller than Charlotte. "fair skin, dark hair, maybe your age or thereabouts." he told her. "Renee." Charlotte thought to herself before absently muttering words of thanks to the man and taking her letter to head for the elevator. Once the elevator doors closed she looked at the envelope in her hands and exhaled shakily when she saw what was written on the outside of it. She felt a tickle between her thighs and knew that she was having an accident, but that wasn't of any concern to her at the moment, all that she was thinking of was that Renee knew where she was and was sending her a message. On the front of the envelope was a quickly drawn doodle of a set of baby blocks in a row, each letter of which formed Charlotte's name. She'd seen this drawing before and knew what the message was, "Mommy's not happy.".

Wet and messy right now. Wet twice (both in public) and when I got home I pooped. That was an hour ago and I just pooped again. I think I’m going to sit and take a nap in this diaper for a bit.

Left-handedness affects millions of people. Victorians thought it was a disease and tried to cure it. Eventually we figured out that that was stupid, and invented left-handed scissors instead.

I'm with ya, OP. Autism Speaks is garbage, doesn't actually listen to Autistic people, and promotes othering them. They have little to no actually autistic people in their leadership, nor do they listen to the thousands of autistic advocates that say that the things they do are harmful. In this commercial: Autism is EVIL is compared to Aids, Cancer, and Diabetes, ruins marriages, bankrupts parents, robs parents of sleep, makes it hard to go out in public for parents, and takes away parents children and dreams. Note about how none of this is actually about the effects on the autistic person. It's all about "Poor brave parents of autistic people". But don't worry, because there are a bunch of neuro-typical relatives that will SAVE the autistic people by combating their neurology! It has nothing to do with autistic people, and everything to do with making their parents feel better. Now imagine you have Autism and one of the things that makes you YOU, is being demonized to the point where you a) are depicted as having no agency, b) are depicted as being a constantly and forever dependent because of your autism, and c) You're less of a HUMAN BEING. "Autism will take your children from you!" Implying that Autistic kids are less children than their neuro-typical peers. For additional evidence, watch another Autism Speaks video, "Autism Every Day." In this documentary-style video, parents describe just how horrible it is to have an autistic child while said autistic children are within earshot. At one point, a parent freely admits that she wished to kill herself and her autistic child, but that the only reason that held her back was the fact that she had another child who was neurotypical. She said this while her autistic daughter, who later revealed that she understood exactly what her mother was saying, was right next to her. Autism Speaks did not provide any help for the mother or daughter, or give any indication that this desire is problematic. You might note that these clips are old, and they are. However, Autism Speaks has never apologized for this horrific and ableist depiction of autism. They removed "cure" from their mission statement, but they have pretty much just recoded it as "research" in their financial distributions. They provide very little actual assistance to autistic people. Also, Autism Speaks pushes ABA therapy, which is basically like dog training but the "dogs" are kids. I've had students who'd gone through ABA therapy, and getting them to engage and be independent was all but impossible. They'd become so prompt dependent that they wouldn't do ANYTHING without a prompt and a reward. I had to untrain them and fade the prompts to even get them to do something by themselves. That's helping no one except for parents who are too lazy to meaningfully engage with their kid, and Autism Speaks is alllll about that. Finally, and perhaps most horrifyingly, Autism Speaks partners with the Judge Rotenberg Center, a residential "school" for autistic people. The JRC uses painful electric shocks to "punish" behaviors such as hand flapping, vocal stimming, not immediately responding to commands, and other issues. Here is a link to a blog post that has more (appropriately cited) information. https://autisticmama.com/autism-speaks-partners-abusive-therapy-center/ Thanks for bringing this to my attention. I like Crinklz as a product, but this is no good. I'll either spend a few more bucks and buy some more expensive diapers, or look elsewhere for cheaper ones. -Personalias P.S. When diaper companies start trying to push legislation or "treatments" that directly affect how ABDL's live their lives THEN I will care about how many ABDL's are on the board of directors for said diaper company. When diaper companies start putting out commercials and literature that demonizes me, tells everyone how awful it is to live with me, while painting me as incompetent in knowing what is best for myself, THEN I'll care about the ratio of vanilla to ABDL on that company's board of directors.

So finding a cure for a condition that effects millions is now considered bad????????!!!!!!!?

My paperback copy of the book arrived the other day! I knew it was 800 pages when I bought it, but it still blew me away to see that it's equal in size to most textbooks and larger than the bible.

I love this more and more after each chapter. You told me "you'll just hafta keep reading" in my last post to get to know what I was asking? :-( I'm into this story like no other story I have ever read even my owe. Keep going an keep feeling better. :-)

/// "Maybe we should visit…" "Her Moms will take care of it, you know that." "But maybe a friendly…" But Star approached the table and Linds and Cho both quieted down. The moment I realized Anna wasn't here today, I turned around without another word and left the cafeteria. I broke into a run when I got outside and I didn't stop until I got to Anna's driveway. I knocked on the door and when Chloe answered I dropped my schoolbag to the side of my feet and took a breath. "Look. I know there's this big secret that everyone seems to know but me. I know that something happened. I don't know what it was. And maybe everyone knows so much better than me in this case when it comes to what to do. But it seems to me like everyone is hiding. Hiding from whatever it was. And she's never ever going to get past it if she's protected from it forever. It's just going to build and build and build like a balloon filled with too much air and eventually it's going to burst and Anna won't be Anna anymore! If nobody will tell me what's going on, that's fine. Maybe it's better that way. But at least let me talk to her." The words flowed from my lips in just the same way they'd sounded in my head and by the time I took a breath at the end I felt light-headed. Maybe it was the thirty-six hours without sleep. Or maybe it was what had happened to me yesterday morning. But Chloe moved away and let the boy in the door. She closed it behind him and walked silently back into the kitchen to bake more bread. /// I wasn't asleep, but the curtains on my bed were drawn and my eyes were closed. I couldn't get the things in my head under control. I felt dizzy, endlessly dizzy. I slept a lot, but I still felt so tired. A white bandage was tied across my forearm near the elbow. When I sat on the edge of the bed, I'd already closed the door, and I drew the curtains shut around us as well. She was hurt. I wanted to shake her and scream at her for being stupid. I wanted to fawn over her and make sure she was okay. But I did neither of those things. I just laid next to her and I pulled her head onto my chest and I spoke barely above a whisper. "I missed you. I'm glad you're okay. Wanna talk about it?" I shook my head, not saying a word. Star was here… who let Star in? The hours had sort of blurred together and I wasn't sure which one of my parents was home at the time. But they shouldn't have let him in. It would just make it all worse… "So I went on a date with Cho. I don't know why I did. I guess I wanted to show you that I valued your friendship more than getting in your pants. Figured it would make you trust me enough to open up to me. It wasn't as douchey a move as it sounds. I told him exactly how I felt. And I don't wanna hurt him. He's a pretty good kisser, you know? Not as good a kisser as you, though." It was the best thing I could think of to do, just to try and normalize things. I wanted so desperately to just dig my fingernails into that shell she kept up. To pick and pull and work my way in and help her out of the glass prison she was trapped inside of. But I had to be patient. "I can help. We can talk. Or we can fly. But either way, I can help." "Please go away, Star… you shouldn't be here…" I still didn't move. My arm hurt really bad. I still didn't open my eyes. I didn't want to see him. His voice was already too much. I just wanted him to go away and let me be alone. I was happy. I was actually happy before he came into my life. And now I have these feelings… "Go out with me," It was a stupid question to ask, it was a stupid time to ask it. But she was so absorbed in her melancholy, so surrounded in grey, I needed her to see a flash of color. "Just one date. I'll pay." Maybe that was the most shocking part of all, because I never had money. But this was something I'd been working on. "You can say no. You can tell me to go away. I know sometimes you need to be alone…" My fingers slipped into hers and I looked at her bandaged arm. "But sometimes being alone is the worst thing of all. Sometimes you just need a good friend. Sometimes you just gotta trust that friend." "I have a girlfriend, Star." Damn he was predictable sometimes. I get it. He likes me. But I'd probably have to say it a hundred times for him to understand I could never like him that way. I had Juliet. I didn't need anyone else. "I want to meet Juliet." It was the first time I'd been so bold as to say it, and I had my theories on why I'd never be given the opportunity. But I challenged her, now, I put her on the spot and maybe it was the worst time in the world to be saying it. "I'll be happy with you as my friend forever, Angel. Making out or not, mushrooms or not, even if you never trust me the way you trust everyone else. They all know what's going on, why we don't talk about her. But I don't. And I might not ever and that's okay. But I feel like the girl I met on the first day of school is drowning inside there, and she just wants someone to throw her a life preserver." I took a deep breath and sat up slowly, opening my eyes to the dim light of the bedroom. The curtains were drawn as well as the shades on the windows. I pulled on the little bandage that wrapped around my arm and it fell off. The skin beneath it was singed with two new strips. The area around it was red and the wound itself had blistered. "Juliet used to do this… whenever she would find life too stressful. She'd take a hair bow - the sort with a little metal clamp - and heat it with a cigarette lighter. And she'd press it to her skin… I always tried to stop her… but she didn't listen… I guess it makes me feel close to her now… when in every other regard I've lost her…” I put my arms around her lithe body and pulled her close, being very very careful not to touch her wounds. I held her like that for a few moments and then put my hands on her shoulders, looking into her deep blue eyes. My own eyes were… well… unremarkable. Brown-eyed Mom, Brown-eyed Dad, Brown-eyed Twinklestar. The fact that Moonbeam had blue eyes was a pretty big thing in our family. But I digress. I looked into her eyes and I put my finger to her lips when she tried to speak. It was only once I'd pulled her into my lap, only when my fingers traced through her hair, that I finally asked. "What happened to Juliet, Angel?" I shook my head and pulled away, tugging the covers back to my neck and facing away from Star, my head on my pillow again. I didn't want him to touch me… "I went into the hospital, after I found out… after I did this to my arm. They put me on medicine. But I wasn't coping well… in the end, the doctor decided that if I thought about her less, the rumination would go away. They took my pictures… but they can't take my memories, Star. And I'll always remember, even if no one says her name again." I felt tears on my cheeks and I wiped them on the pillow. "Thank you for saying it… but please… go now… and forget about this…" I didn't have much else to say on the matter. I laid down next to her and gently re-bandaged her arm, then smiled and put my head on the pillow being careful not to touch her. "Sic transit gloria mundi. All glory in the world shall fade. Anna, everything we have is only in a moment and that moment can end at any given heartbeat. I'm your friend now, but at the end of the year my parents will get evicted and we might never see one another again. But that's okay, because the future doesn't dictate the present. It's the opposite. Learn from the past. Live for the present. And hope for the future. It sucks what happened… but you should treasure those memories. And make new ones every day with the hand you've got right now. Because tomorrow's Anna will need something to treasure, too." I kissed her cheek and slid up from her bed and left her bedroom. In the living room, Chloe looked drawn and exhausted. "If you'd like to sleep, I'll stay for a while. Please?" She shook her head and led Star to the door. "She probably won't be at school tomorrow, so don't be worried, okay?" She faked a smile and kissed the boy's cheek, hugging him tight… she was obviously a wreck. Star left the house and she closed the door behind him.

Currently in a wet Seni Super Plus diaper. Will be changing into a Seni Quatro in a few hours to go to bed.

You have written an interesting story, I would like to read more soon. The only thing I would add for constructive criticism is the spelling, ( i.e. babies instead of babys.) Nonetheless you have written a nice story, and I look forward to reading more soon.

I have a recurring dream where I can't pull my dummy out of my mouth. Not a nightmare - I don't get distressed about it. Then I wake up and of course it's still in my mouth where it belongs.

https://autisticadvocacy.org/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/AutismSpeaksFlyer2019.pdf An updated thing of their financial stuff.

Diaper, my mattress, pizza.

I have one of the pacifiers with the holes on the sides of them. When I was feeling bratty, my Daddy Dom would thread ribbon through the holes and tie the pacifier on. It gets you used to them quickly!

Well considering the fact that I don't think I am smart enough to deal with any serious topic in the forum. The fact that I responded to this at all is amazing. However, I wanted to just say that I agree with you that the most important thing is that people with autism get the help that they need.

I'd tend to agree. Northshore has been very good overall and I don't think a full-on boycott would be justified in this case. Definitions aside, what matters is that people with autism are getting the help they need. About genetics, I think that altering human DNA (artificially) for any purpose is too dangerous. There are other ways to help people with autism, such as educational methods, which are less risky.

Stephanie had a little friend that lived next door. She was the same age as Stephanie, her name was Marlo! Marlo had very few boundries, one morning at 0530 while I was in the shower, Rachel was still asleep in bed Marlo came and knocked on the door, I never heard anything as the water was running in the shower. Marlo decided that since nobody answered she let herself in. At 0530 Stephanie was still asleep so Marlo found our room. She just walked into our bedroom. Rachel was sound asleep, she felt like somebody was watching her, you know that feeling that you get! It was a warm day and Rachel had kicked off her covers, she was completly naked, except for her wet, soggy diaper. Rachel awoke, Marlo was about 1 to two inches away from her face. Rachel was surprised, she screamed! I came running out of the bathroom, more naked than Rachel was, at least she had a diaper on that was wet. "Mrs. Spencer, you wet your bed!" Now Rachel was exhibiting how embarrassed she was but turning several different shades of red. "Mr. Spencer, your naked!" Now it was my turn to exhibit my different colors of red in my color wheel. I was able to get a towel around me. "Marlo, what are you doing here?" Asked Rachel? "I come to play with Stephanie, but she was still asleep!" "Uh that's because it is only 5:40 am. Most normal people don't don't get out of bed until later! Way later!" Rachel said. "Kay"said Marlo! "I know people dont get up until later, my mommy and daddy were still asleep when I left! About that time our phone rang, Rachel answered it, I only heard Rachel's responses, but from her response I knew what was going on I heard "Hello! Yes she is right here! No we didn't let her in, she just walked in! Apology accepted! Marlo honey, your mother wants you home quickly. "Kay! She said it's alright, my mommy still wets her bed too! We both just stood there,staring at each other, neither of us had a clue that Pamela, Mario's mother was like us and still wet her bed!

"Go out with me." Cho wasn't asking, and he wasn't private about it or anything. He sat in Anna’s usual seat, looking at Star very intensely. "Just a date. To the movies. Tonight. Please?" Linds had put down her book for this. I hadn't come to school that day, though. Because of this, Linds had little reason to care about anything. I looked at the boy and thought about Anna, thought about last night and what we'd shared in that moment. And that it had all ended with the very clear instruction never to expect it to happen again. Fuck. What were we, Anna and I? I'd spent all of last night laying awake thinking about the way our trembling bodies had touched, remembering what it felt like to have two heart-beats sync up like a well-conducted orchestra and wondering how it could have meant so little to her. I should have said I loved her. Not when she asked, but at the door. Things would have been so much different. I looked up and Cho was waiting patiently, so I muttered a quick and distracted, "Sure." And then, after a moment of further thought, I added, "Six sound good?" Six would give me time to check on Anna, at least. Why was I doing this? After the talk Anna had given me about boundaries, about not hurting Cho by leading him on… why was I doing this? Maybe I thought it would somehow normalize things. Or maybe I was just lonely after being shown a moment of happiness and having it taken away. Everything was all messed up. The boy bounced away giddy in anticipation for his upcoming date, but Linds sighed and returned to her book. "You're not doing anyone any favors." /// "Not today, Star." Claire had never been strict to the boy before, but her tone was entirely solid. She didn't want Star in the house. What was more interesting, though, was that she was usually at work in mid-afternoon. "She'll be in school tomorrow and you can talk to her then." Wow. I was not popular today. After striking out with Lindsey, the harsh rebuttal from Claire was twice as hard to handle. But she liked me, both of Anna's parents did, and I didn't wanna ruin that. So I smiled respectfully and handed her a little bundle of books. "These are my notes from today. I highlighted and tagged the relevant stuff. And I did her poetry assignment for her on the way here, she just needs to copy it into her own writing. Uh… yeah. That's about it, I think. Hope she's okay." I kissed the woman's cheek and smiled, then turned and left. I had a date with a boy tonight. That'd be an interesting one to explain to my sister - she was usually the one who helped me look nice. But by the time 5:45 rolled around, I was waiting at the cinema and looking quite good, I thought. A little liner, a nice button up, skinny jeans and I'd even cleaned off my scruffy pink chucks so the whites were sparkling. Guess Cho would be here, soon. /// "Hey, you actually came!" The Korean boy smiled up at Star and ran up to him, stopping a foot away and motioning to the theater. Cho paid, which was probably a good thing in Star's case. He also bought popcorn and a single soda for them both to share. "I can get two… I don't really care." "It's cool. I figure other boys don't have cooties, right?" I gave him a playful smile and we sat down in the theater, middle seats three rows from the back. Too far back and the old mechanical projectors would've been bothersome. So we sat, and I slipped my hand into his. Smooth, like a girl’s. "What's your story, Cho? I figure I should probably know a little more about you than 'you're hot' and 'you're Korean' and 'you're gay' if we're going to be dating." Cho looked up at Star with mild surprise. "Dating?" He digested the word before doing what he promised he wouldn't do tonight - talk about me. "What about Anna? I thought you really liked her… not that I'm complaining. I just don't really wanna be anyone's second best, you know?" But it was the way he spoke. This event and having asked Star out was a very new concept to Cho and he was very worried of fucking it up. "I adore her." My words felt cheap and diluted, an understatement and an insult to the girl that I wanted to badly to share more with. But I was here with Cho and as I'd waited for the pretty Korean boy in front of the cinema, I'd come up with a reason this could be beneficial. "But these games are exhausting. I'll probably still make out with her, if you're cool with it. But I like you, Cho. You make me smile and everyone keeps telling me I must be gay, so maybe I am. We might work out, we might not. But fuck, it's high-school. Let's just enjoy ourselves." I didn't know if that would be enough for the boy; I tried to explain it to him the way I would want someone to explain it to me, but I honestly didn't know if that would make him happy or miserable. And that would've been okay, if I had the justification that it was the truth. But it really wasn't. Well, most of it was. But if Anna asked me out, I'd have been there in a heartbeat. "Wait, wait, wait… you and Anna make out?!” Cho was floored by the news and he faced the screen, which, right now, wasn't playing anything. His mouth was open in astonishment. It took him a moment to compose himself, and he shook his head. "Yeah, well… like once or twice. It's not a regular thing. Is that a big deal? I thought she was single?" What the fuck man, what the hell is with all this secrecy. Everyone else knew but me and it was starting to make me crazy. “I dunno. Maybe not? Maybe yeah. I dunno…” Cho seemed really messed up about that whole thing. "I think she only did it because I'm a loser and she felt sorry for me. What's the big deal? You and Linds both get all freaky when I talk about Anna. What's going on? I just wish someone would stop keeping all this from me. You all know. And you all say I'm not doing people any favors. So tell me what's going on so I can stop messing up." Cho didn't know what to say - what he was allowed to say, what he /should/ say. On one hand, he wanted to deter Star at all costs, but he didn't want to violate the trust placed in him either. Fuck, why did he have to be involved at all?! "She likes girls, for one." He frowned, crossing his arms. It was only an average answer, though. "You can't get very far with a gay girl, being a guy and all. And no. I know what you're thinking, and no. She really only likes girls. If you would've seen the way she was before, you'd understand. But you'll just have to trust me instead." "What do you mean 'the way she was before'? I know she prefers girls. Just stop being so roundabout and tell me what the deal is. I wanna enjoy a date with you, Cho. I wanna be able to help her and I wanna have some fun with you and while this big secret is hanging over everything it makes it all really really hard." All I could remember is how she kissed me on my first day, how we'd run our hands over each others bodies when we were flying, how she was so comfortable having me around. And then there was the fact we’d had sex! Last I checked, sex-with-boys didn't match up to the boy-hating-lesbian-agenda that Cho was implying. Cho closed his eyes and shook his head. He wasn't particularly good at controlling anxieties, but Star didn't know that. He tended to avoid conversations like this, and he was particularly weak against the tone Star was using. Normally, in a situation like this, he'd learned to walk away. But this was his date… "We don't talk about it, Star. Now let's enjoy the movie, okay?" We don't talk about it. We don't talk about it. We don't talk about it. Fuck it. I seethed quietly in my chair and resolved to figure out what the hell this big secret was. But for now I needed Cho to think I was over it, that I believed him. So I smiled, and I ate popcorn, and I sipped from his soda as the trailers ran. "Kissing you was pretty interesting the other night. Never kissed a boy before. Despite what people might think. Hope I wasn't too forward." "Not forward at all." Cho leaned over and kissed Star on the lips, slipping his head on his shoulder to watch the movie as the opening rolled. This he could do. No stress. Well, except that which came with a first date. But that he could handle. Still, despite the facade he put on for Star, Cho was very worried about Anna, and even more so when she didn't come to school the next day either.

I appreciate you bringing this up and I have read your flyer. However, there are some issues that I have with it. Number one your financial information on autism speaks is two years old. Also, are you saying that doing research, lobbying and doing fundraising are not as important as doing family service, because I tend to think that they would be. Now as for your statement that there are not enough people on the board with autism I just have to give a shrug to that and say I honestly really don't care. For example, am I supposed to not buy diapers from companies that don't have only AB/DL's on their board? Another, example, should I quit my job at Walgreens and boycott them because there are no longer any people from the Walgreens family on the board? Sure having people that have the condition on the board would be great, but I don't think it would make that much of a difference Then there is your what I like to call factual opinion about how they stigmatize people with autism. How do you know that mssng is about the fact that they think that something is missing in autistic people when, as far as I know they have not said anything directly like that. Now if they actually said that then I would agree with you. I think that using that worlds largest genome to find more effect ways of treating autism and allowing people to research it would be very effect. Also, your other example about combat autism is a slogan that has been used by many many organizations to discribe the condition they want to combat, it has nothing to do with war. At the end of the day I am sorry I just don't see why I should have to boycott a company that provides good products, good service, and most importantly at a good price (I work in retail) because of something that I believe is being blown way out of proportion to give up all that.

Context matters, not just what’s covered. A photo of a person is a bathing suit is regarded differently than a photo of a person in their underwear. We all know this. A photo of a minor in a diaper on a medical store website and a photo of a minor in a diaper on a diaper fetish website are different. We all know this. Context and intent matter, particularly as regards how, oh, say, a prosecutor, judge and jury might interpret the nature of the image, and I would agree with them. I’d probably be even more reactionary than they on the subject because I want our community to be free of predators, pedos, and association with them. I applaud and thank DD and it’s moderators for their policy and vigilance.

I snuggle into my wife and latch onto her breast. She doesn't produce any milk anymore, but suckling on her never fails to send me to sleep. So much so, she can swap which boob I'm on without me even knowing. Apparently I get a bit grumpy when it's time to come off the boob, so she wants to get me a pacifier to pop in my mouth when she's had enough, that way I won't get all stroppy.

I like it when people can hear my crinkly diaper while I'm in Walmart Sent from my moto e5 plus using Tapatalk

I totally agree about TotalDry. Both, their diaper and their BoostUps and/or Pads are clearly engineered to quickly wick away and contain wetness to a level that is a bit hard to comprehend. At the end of the day or night, it’s like, “How do they do that!?” However, they are on the upper end of pricing, so I’ll be using these wisely when I need absolute assurance that my clothing (or bedding) stays totally dry. Before bedtime. (Soft inside and very comfortably form fitting)After bedtime. Filled to nearly the maximum of TotalDry’s advertised-capacity of “3,500 Milliliters (ml)” without leaking. That’s 0.9246 Gallons (gal) without even using the Ultimate Boost-Ups that, in my home test, quickly contained well over the 1,700 ml of wetness that TotalDry advertises. So the combination of both, TotalDry’s X-Plus diaper (3,500 ml) and their Ultimate BoostUps (1,700 ml), comes to 5,200 ml (1.3 gallons) of contained wetness. Of course, total containment of over a gallon of wetness can become problematic when pressured by the weight of sitting. So testing the limits of this product can vary greatly from person to person.

Many people on the autism spectrum (mostly the high functioning end) oppose Autism Speaks because they want to get rid of autism and cure it, that is their goal and autistic people feel threatened by it. I don't feel threatened by them because I know how debilitating autism can be for those on the severe end and how it affects their families and caregivers. Who would wish that on anyone? If there was Anxiety Speaks or Learning Disabilities speaks, I would be for it and not feel threatened because I think my life would be a hell lot easier without these. But I am pretty sure people with high functioning LDs and anxiety would be opposed to them too and feel threatened. No one is going to come to your door and give you these magical pills and demand you to take them to cure your autism. No doctor is going to say "Hey these new pills came out to help treat autism, now you are required to take them or you lose Social Security." People on the spectrum concern is that they will find a cure where a new technology will come out that will detect a autism gene in the fetus and many parents will start aborting and bam, autism gets weeded out, look at what happened to Down's syndrome? Ever wonder why we never see many young people with it, because many of them are aborted before birth. Parents will get an abortion if there is a positive to DS so they abort it because they don't want the risk of having a DS child. Autistic people are afraid this is what is going to happen. So they oppose Autism Speaks.

Every night, and it took me no time to take to it. Like a duck to water. I think I'd find it hard to sleep without it now.

Hello and welcome. More power to you for studying Biology and Chemistry. I'm currently studying Aerospace Engineering and I can say that Chemistry is one of the hardest classes I've ever had to take. Meanwhile, the last Biology class I took was my Freshman year of high school! Good luck with your classes this upcoming semester! I bet your Chemistry classes have given you quite the knowledge about the super-absorbent polymers that are used to make diapers. I totally with you on this one. When I got my first diaper (not as a baby) I was looking at it thinking that this can't be that hard to do, but it then took me a solid 10 minutes to get a good fit after a couple google searches. 9 months later, I feel like a diaper pro. I can put one on in under 3 minutes and it is starting to feel like second nature. Welcome and feel free to DM me if you'd like to chat, Little Tomás

Tell us why Autism Speaks is so evil that we should boycott Northshore.

Hey, yourself. Welcome to DD. Always nice to meet new people. Maybe you can tell us more about you? Don’t be shy, we don’t bite. Well, the ones who do are kept in the basement. So no worries ? Have fun and enjoy!

Chapter 11: An Unexpected Development Mrs. Stadtfeld awaited her Doctor's return as she sat on the bed, her legs still held up in the stirrups. Despite being absolutely drenched in sweat, she leaned back with a smile on her face as she imagined how obedient and weak Kallen would be in only nine months time.'She'll have to learn everything all over again.' The giant woman chuckled while running her hands over her taut stomach. It was so much larger than it had been only ten minutes ago, ballooning up to the equivalent of a nine-month pregnant woman's belly. Finally, Doctor Asplund reentered the insemination room to resume his examination of Mrs. Stadtfeld. "Took you long enough to find a lab coat." "My apologies. I should've had an extra one with me, but it's been a rather hectic day. After all, the Empress Marianne vi Brittainia has been checked in and is due to give birth any time now." "You're serious?" Mrs. Stadtfeld was rather taken aback by this revelation. "Why would I joke about such a matter? If it wasn't for your families immense wealth, I wouldn't have seen you on such short notice." "I see. Still, it is a shame that I won't be able to meet her." "Unlike some of my clients, she is very lovely woman." "I just had an eighteen year old stuck up my vagina. I think I'm allowed to be a bitch, don't you?" "Good point." Doctor Asplund grabbed a tube of gel and walked up to Mrs. Stadtfeld. "Let's get things started, shall we?" It took a minute to evenly apply the gel across the Amazon's perfectly round belly, but once finished he applied the motion sensing pads to her stomach. "There we are." Mrs. Stadtfeld watched Dr. Asplund walk over to a rather unique looking machine. The doctor flipped the switch, turning it on. Within seconds, the newly pregnant Amazon felt a little ripple pulsate through her belly as the pads resonated. “How is our little Kallen enjoying her stay?” Doctor Asplund rhetorically asked. Suddenly, the screen on the side of the machine came to life. The first thing that the pads picked up was the sound of a heartbeat echoing throughout Mrs. Stadtfeld's stomach; Kallen's heartbeat. The black and white image on the screen flickered as the giantess watched the screen. Right in front of her, there on the big screen, was Kallen curled up in a fetal position with her hands tucked under her chin. The Amazonian Noble woman immediately felt all the fatigue from being impregnated with Kallen vanish from her face as she grinned. The thought of all the power she now had over Kallen made her pussy grow wet with arousal. “Look at the membrane which formed in only minutes.” The lavender haired doctor outlined the screen with a bright green beam that came from his laser pointer. “Look at the umbilical cord that has formed! I have achieved a monumental breakthrough in Amazonian/Little Pregnancy!” Mrs.Stadtfeld didn’t care or pay much attention to the continued ramblings of Dr. Asplund. What she took away from his rant was that she was now able to carry Kallen for a full nine months instead of the few months she carried her Kalley for. “Can we get a better look?" Mrs. Stadtfeld asked, rudely interrupting the doctor's spiel. "I'm pretty sure I'm paying enough money for something better than this grainy, VHS quality footage." "Umm, yeah. Fair point." Dr. Asplund flipped a few switches and suddenly the machine hummed as the frequencies were changed. Mrs. Stadtfeld could feel the resonance of the pads soothing over her sore, stretched flesh. It took only seconds for the black and white screen to change into a high definition image of Kallen floating in Mrs. Stadtfeld's amniotic fluid. Mrs. Stadtfeld was in awe! There on the screen was a perfectly normal image of her baby. It was more advanced than any she had seen before. Instead of a blob of vaguely human images, typical of the old fashion ultrasounds, she could actually make out details. Staring back at her was Kallen, her lavender locks hanging down in front of Kallen's slightly annoyed, frowning face were clearly visible and showed brilliantly across the screen. The image became distorted as she felt an involuntary kick but it soon settled, returning to its crystal clear clarity. "You have a future soccer player in there." Dr. Asplud said with a smirk. "She'll Be lucky if I ever let her to walk again." Kallen could hear the muffled laughter coming from the giants as she floated inside her wet prison. 'Let's see how much she likes this!' With all the energy she had left, she kicked as hard as she could. Suddenly, the giant belly Kallen was trapped in shook violently, agitating the waters of the womb as all hell broke loose. The young soldier couldn’t understand what was going on, after all, there was no way a little kick from her could cause this maelstrom! The next few seconds made even less sense than the whirlpool that the womb had become because a bright light randomly appeared out of nowhere. The young soldier shielded her eyes out of instinct, but it quickly dawned on her that the light was obviously an opening! It was her only way of escaping from this pregnant purgatory! Not waiting for any answers, Kallen reached outwards, hoping that wherever the portal led, it would be far away from these giant freaks! The moment her hands entered into the bright vortex, she felt something warm and grabbed onto it. She started pulling on it with all her might, hoping that it was some kind of rope. However, after a few thugs, she realized that she was actually pulling someone else in! It was a rather puzzling moment when her spitting image smacked against her, face to face. As the light dimmed, due to the vortex closing, Kallen lost sight of her doppleganger, but never lost her twin's embrace. She could feel her space in the womb grow extremely limited thanks to her new wombmate. As the two young women fought for space in their Stepmother's womb, Kallen realized that they were slowly getting squished together. The only thing worse than being trapped in an ever shrinking womb was realizing that your twin was literally pressed up against you, her mouth locking onto to your mouth. Kallen tried to wriggle away, murmuring her protests in the amniotic fluid, but her twin was unable to comprehend the stream of bubbles which escaped from Kallen's mouth. Not that it mattered much to the newcomer. This version of Kallen was a sexually driven girl who understood that the locking of lips, whether or not accidental, was the green light to start her sexual exploration. After all, it was all the other girl knew from years of being babysat by Milly and Shirley. The other Kallen found the back of our heroine's head and held it in place, ensuring that her impromptu makeout session wouldn't be interrupted. While Kallen struggled, the new girl in the womb blindly slid her hand down the side of her startled twin's midsection, stopping only when she found the girl's ass, giving it a nice, firm squeeze. Things quickly progressed from there as the gurgling of bubbles obscured the sounds coming from the outside world. "AHhhhhh my God!" The Amazonian Noblewoman screamed at her doctor. For the life of him, Dr. Asplund couldn't figure out what in the name of science has happened. One moment he had been giving a routine ultrasound to Mrs. Stadtfeld and the next thing he knew, an immense light blinded him. Had he been a religious man, he might very well have said it was divine in nature, possibly magical, but he was a man of science and knew better! As he racked his brain for answers, Mrs. Stadtfeld kept shouting like a lunatic. "I can't focus with you carrying on like that!" The lavender haired doctor barked. Finally, he was able to open his eyes and, to his utter amazement, instantly saw why his patient was in such distress. The Noblewoman's belly had doubled in size from its already pregnant state! Mrs. Stadtfeld, in his scientific opinion, looked like she was carrying twins. Not only that, she looked like she was about ready to burst! "Don't just stand there gapping at me like a slack jawed idiot!" "But, can't you see what I've done!?" Dr. Asplund replied. "I don't care about you or your experiments!" Mrs. Stadtfeld screamed at him as she held her hands across her pregnant belly, doing her best to stop the violent convulsions coming from her womb. "Do something!" "Just a minute." The lavender haired doctor slid his glasses up the bridge of his nose and took a seat next to his upset patient. Without uttering a word, he reached out and ran the wand around her exposed, pulsating stomach. "Well, would you look at that. It's just as I had thought." "What are you-" Mrs. Stadtfeld found herself silenced by what she saw on the monitor. There were now two Kallen's where only moments ago one had existed. However, the disgusting act displayed across the screen got her blood boiling! Right there, for both her and the doctor to see, was her two stepdaughters scissoring inside her womb! Literally disrespecting her in the most foul and disgraceful manner imaginable! "Just what do you filthy girls think you're doing in my womb?!" "I have done it!" Dr. Asplund almost whispered to himself before declaring. "I've created twins!" Mrs. Stadtfeld ignored Dr. Asplund. She wasn't exactly thrilled by the shameful, rebellious act that her stepdaughters were engaged in inside her womb. The blond leaned forward, cupping her hands against her bulging belly and then yelled into her cupped hands"You two better cut that out or else!" A harsh, sharp pain is what answered her demand, causing the giantess to double over in pain. "Looks like the cells must've divided-" "I've had enough of being your guinea pig! You will take me to the delivery room right this instant!" Dr. Asplund was too busy trying to hypothesize exactly what had caused this odd mutation to occur. If he could figure out just what he did, he could recreate the conditions present and then supply the seemingly never ending demand for Littles across the nation. No, across the entire world! Taking a page out of her daughter's book, Mrs. Stadtfeld threw a kick at Asplund, her swollen foot landing against the doctor's shin, causing him to yelp out as he was distracted from his mental gymnastics. "Ouch!" He cried. "Why did you do that?!" "Because I am about to give birth with the twins you gave me, you fucking jackass! Take me to the delivery room!" "How uncouth." Mrs. Stadtfeld couldn't believe the way this asshole was acting. Here she was, struggling to keep two full grown, sex crazed, Littles in her stomach and he had the audacity to talk down to her! An unexpected, forceful impact against her bladder interrupted her thoughts, causing the giantess to look down in horror as she saw that she was pissing all over the table she was on. "Everything will be okay." Stated a new voice. Mrs. Stadtfeld slowly turned her head to see a group of nurses standing at the door with a gurney. "Get me to the delivery room!" "I-umm- don't know if we can.." One of the younger girls, a giant of about seven feet tall, stuttered. "Why is that?" Dr. Asplund looked at her with a curious glance. "Well, the Empress is in labor right now." "You're kidding me?!" The usually reserved doctor erupted. "I have to get down there immediately or the Emperor will have my head!" Before anyone else could say a word, the lavender haired doctor bolted out of the room, not even bothering to wait for a response. The awkward silence left in his wake was broken by a fresh batch of screams coming from the blond Noblewoman. "I don't think we have much of a choice." An older nurse spoke. "We better get her into the delivery room or she'll be having her triplets here." "'I'm-" Mrs. Stadtfeld grunted, interrupting her train of thought. "Having twins!" To Be Continued... This was originally a massive 4k+ word update that I had to split into two parts for this post. If you'd like to read the delivery and subsequent birth of Kallen and her Diaper Dimension Doppleganger, then pledge to my Patreon and you can read the delivery right now!There's also a rather intriguing picture of Mrs. Stadtfeld giving birth to Kallen on there too!  https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

you did a good job with Alex. keep up the good work.

I was finishing up at work and I knew I have been holding in a good poop for a good 2 days. Lots of oatmeal and cereal and fruits. I finished up and took the ride down in the elevator. I was clenching my cheeks all the way out to the exit. Finally free from work I leaned on a parking meter and just let my poop out into my diaper. It was like a rush of relief and happiness all rolled in one. There was a man at the curb and he asked me if I was okay. I could see by the wrinkle of his nose that he smelled what just happened in my pants. I was wearing a diaper though. My jeans just tented out in the butt section. I finally got my head straight and walked to my car park.. I sat in my huge mess and felt the squish and the pleasure and just smiled all the way home.

That's a long time to be wearing the same diaper! Probably really ripe and stinky after 36 years!