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“I HATE YOU!” Bab screamed in my ear as her whole body shivered while strapped to my back. “I KNOW!” I yell back over the cold icy wind. “HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THERE WOULD BE A BLIZZARD!” *********** We left the little mountain town early in the morning after purchasing some warmer clothing. I was laughing hysterically when I got to see Babs clothing she picked out. They were so big and bulky she looked just like 2 year old in winter clothing. She even walked like one! “S-shut up!” Bab yelled at me before mumbling. "I fucking hate the snow…” “But I thought you weren't affected by the snow or ice?” I commented once I finally calmed down. “I'm not affected by YOUR ice magic.” Bab reminded me. “ and I just hate the cold.” I look her up and down. “Realy? Because you look like your terrified of it.” I comment. She then tried to kick me but lost her balance and fell on her back. Making me laugh harder. So I forced her to get less bulky snow gear. Something she could walk in. That was a mistake. We barely walked an hour up the mountain and already Bab was complaining about the cold, or that her legs were already getting tired from the hike up. In all honesty, I probably would carry her up, but hiking with her wears me out much faster than just walking with her on my back. So the plan is to have her walk as much as possible before I take over and carry her further before we make camp. However, what we didn't expect was the weather to turn on us 2/3rds of the way up and turn into a fucking blizzard! I quickly got Bab strapped to my back and wanted to go back down the mountain to wait out the blizzard in the town, but it was almost impossible to see the path down and would have been extremely dangerous. So we had no choice but to keep going on. Thankfully with my ice magic, I wasn't completely useless in the blizzard and wasn't affected by the cold much. But Bab still was and I could hear her teeth chattering behind my head. I needed to get her out of the cold fast. With no real choice, I found a good enough spot to make camp. Between 2 huge rocks, I used my ice magic to make an ice wall and room to block the blizzard wind before setting Bab down. She was shaking bad and huddled herself in a corner to try to keep herself warm while I shoveled as much snow away as possible and making another wall on to box us in. leaving just a small hole near the top. Next came the fire. I pulled out my bundle of wood and immediately started making the fire. Even though I just barely got a small flame going, Bab instantly rushed over and huddled over then little fire to try to warm herself up. I had to forcefully move her back as the flames grew bigger just so she wouldn't burn herself. Being boxed in the way I had us, the heat warmed up the room while the smoke vented out the hole near the top. I would have to keep freezing the walls to keep them from melting every now and then, but this was as good as we were going to get. With the fire now going I started making our dinner for the night. Taking out a pot and filling it with some pre-made soup I made that morning. Hey, soup is good when it cold outside, but a bitch to make, so I made it early to have now. As the soup is cooking, I look over at Bab who was still shaking like a leaf despite being near the fire. Turning around to warm up her backside before her front got cold again and she spun around again. “Bab, take off your snow gear,” I tell Bab as I pull out my backpack to lean on the wall. “W-what! N-n-no!” Bab stuttered in the cold. “Ill freeze!” “Just get over here,” I tell her as I unzip my jacket and pull out a blanket. “If we share body heat we can stay warmer.” Bab stared at me for a moment, then back at the fire. Probably thinking about which was warmer. Reluctantly she stood up and did as I asked and removed her snow jacket and pants. Leaving her in a t-shirt, socks, and a slightly wet diaper. She was already shivering like mad as she practically jumped on me to get my body heat. Thankfully with her small size and her knees bent, I was just barely able to zip up my jacket. It was a tight fit, and her socks were poking out, but after bundling the blanket around them, we made the best of the situation. “Warm...:” Bab practically purred as she began to relax a little. I kept an eye on the soup and once it was ready I took it off the fire and placed the pot in the snow to cool it down a little. It was hard as hell to move around like this, but I managed. Taking a bottle, I gently poured some of the broth from the soup into the bottle and held it up for Bab. “Ok Bab, here’s your baba.” I teased a little when I noticed Bab’s eyes staring right at it. She didn't even respond to my joke and just opened her mouth to suckle on the warm bottle. A tinny smile formed on her face as the worm liquid helped heat up her body even more. Then I popped the bottle out of her mouth. “Aww! Aww!” Bab whined, not even noticing how childish she was acting. “It's ok, I'll give it back,” I tell Bab as I set the bottle down and pick up a fork to grab some meat and veggies from the soup. “But you need to have more than just the broth.” After she ate a bit and finished the bottle, I had the soup myself. By the time I was done, Bab was already fast asleep. With her head on my chest, I kissed her good night and zipped up the jacket a bit more to keep her warmer. I tossed more wood on the fire and refroze the slightly melted walls before pulling out the sleeping bag. While the sleeping bag might have worked with keeping us warm, with me still having to move, we would have lost a ton of heat, so I'll just have the little girl nice and bundled with the sleeping bag on top to keep us both warm. ******** I awoke to a slight cold chill and the stink of a full diaper. Looking around I could see the fire had melted more of the walls and I had to refreeze them. The fire was also dying down so I had to fix that as well. By now Bab was starting to stir due to my movements. Well, I had to wake her up anyway. “Bab, bab. Wake up sleepy. I need to change your diaper.” “Mooo,” Bab sad groggily in protest. “Come on bab, I need to change that messy diaper,” I tell her. But I don't get a response. “Bab wake up so I can change you.” I then started unzipping my jacket. “NOOOO DADDY!” Bab yelled and caught us both by surprise. “Bab, I know you hate the cold but if I don't clean your butt you're going to get a rash,” I tell her, hoping she has now woken enough up to hear reason. “No Alex…” Bab sais meekly. “Huh?” “I, I don't w-want m-my diaper changed,” Bab tells me while on the verge of tears having to say it. But also hugging me tighter as to not lose the warmth she already has. “Do you really hate the cold that much your willing to stay in a dirty diaper?” I asked her. I got no response, so I started to rub her head to hopefully calm her down a bit. “You know we're going to have to leave here in a few hours once that blizzard is done right?” I asked. “Do you really want to stay in your diaper that long?” I got a gentle nod from her and sighed. “Ok, you win stinky,” I comment before kissing her head once more and leaning back in a comfortable spot. “But I better not hear any whining from the baby with a diaper rash,” Bab smiled once more and nuzzled against me again. She hated the mussy feeling on her bottom but hated the cold even more. If it meant staying warm longer, she could handle the squishiness.

That's the point though. Some AB/DLs find incontinence as a fetish or casual desire that might be cool once in awhile. Others like myself feel trans-abled. I don't feel right using the bathroom. I have wanted to wear and use diapers as long as I can remember. I think that people who are incontinent that want to dissuade the average diaper user from ever seeking incontinence is full disclosure and letting adults make up their minds. If a story about messing on a 6 hour flight or leaking during a wedding or some other hypothetical horror story won't make someone turn back I think it is good odds that they are going into it with open eyes and deserve support opposed to chastising.

Chapter 12 We reached the toilets after a short walk though I was definitely bouncing a little to hold it in. Oonagh let go of my hand so I could head on in and I quickly walked to the gents door with her calling after: "I'd forgotten how cute you were when you needed to pee!" I went to go through the door but it didn't budge and the shock of hitting it caused me to grab my crotch for fear of losing control. Me: "Agh! It's locked!" Oonagh came over to try herself but the door didn't move for her either. Oonagh: "Are you ok?" Me: "I'm going to have to pee in the bushes." Oonagh: "The hell you are, even if the no-one reports you as the pervert in the park your mum would never forgive me if she found out you were peeing outside like an animal!" I whimpered as the pain in my bladder grew. Oonagh: "Hang on...", she strolled around the corner of the building before calling for me. I shuffled around the corner after her, most of my focus on keeping my control. Oonagh: "Go on, in there, they're open!" I looked at where she was pointing and then back at her, my expression showing I didn't understand. She was pointing at the ladies toilets. Oonagh: "Go on, they're not that different to the mens. Just be quick and no one need know." I was too desperate to argue. I rushed in the door and stopped dead in my tracks, there were 2 young women in there talking at the mirrors. I quickly backed out as they turned to look at me. Me: "I can't go in there, there are 2 women there already and what will they think of a guy in the women's toilets?!?" Oonagh: "I'm sure they won't think anything of it, come on!" She grabbed my hand once more and pulled me through the door. This time the 2 women were quicker to look up and I could see the irritation on their faces, this was clearly their hangout and we were invaders. They then went back to doing their makeup and talking, albeit in hushed voices. Oonagh escorted me to the cubicles but we were both horrified that each was more disgusting than the last, the only remotely clean one was the large one for mothers with babies/disabled people. Oonagh let my hand go and gently pushed me inside. I locked the door and quickly lowered my pants and panties, sitting hard on the toilet, eager to relieve myself... Nothing... I could still hear the 2 girls and I knew Oonagh was just outside the door, I'd always had a shy bladder but now was certainly no time for it. Oonagh: "Are you ok in there? You did make it to the toilet didn't you?" I heard giggling from the women. Me: "Yes! I'm fine." One of the women: "He's probably just having a hard time getting his diaper off without his mommy!" The other woman laughed at this and I even heard Oonagh stifle a laugh. I tried to mentally block out their voices and imagine I was on my own, eventually I finally started to pee. *hissssssssss* *ppiiiiiiirp!* I loudly farted from concentrating too much on relaxing. One of the women: "Oh he definitely needs his diaper changed now! Quick, before he stinks up the place!". I heard them laughing and the door open and close, with their laughter getting fainter. I finished peeing and pulled up my panties and pants, still blushing with embarrassment as I left the cubicle. Oonagh: "You ok?" Me: "Yeah, I guess..." Oonagh: "Don't mind them... besides you don't smell that bad, I mean not enough I had to flee to the fresh air anyway!", she slapped me on the shoulder. Oonagh: "You did make it though and didn't have even a small accident?" Me: "Yes, just about." I said while washing my hands. Oonagh pulled me in for a hug while I kept my damp hands outstretched. I felt her slip a hand over my bum and give a light squeeze. Me: "Hey!" as I tried to wiggle free. Oonagh: "Just checking you didn't have the other kind of accident either!", sticking out her tongue at me. We left the toilets and she again grabbed my hand as we walked back home. When we got home the rest of the evening was normal enough, I played games while Oonagh watched TV, both taking a break to have dinner and make small talk before returning to our respective distractions and eventually retiring to bed. Chapter 13 Again I woke up painfully hard but this time I didn't waste time and went straight to the panty drawer, selecting one to use to stimulate myself while I fantasized. This time though I found my mind slipping back to the bathroom and the humiliating things the women had said, imagining that they had been peeking over the side of the cubicle and then seeing my panties and mocking me even more as they asked if I wanted to wear their panties too. Just as I came I imagined Oonagh opening the cubicle door and pulling me into her arms, sitting on the toilet and making me sit in her lap and telling me to ignore them, they were just jealous of my pretty panties. I threw the now damp panties into the laundry basket and got dressed, picking out another pair of silk panties for the day ahead. I arrived downstairs just as Oonagh was getting ready to leave for work for the day. Oonagh: "Are you ok, your alarm went off a while ago? I was worried I should go wake you." Me: "Fine, just wanted a bit of a lie in." again worried she would know what I had been doing. Oonagh: "Ok, just don't overdo it, I don't want your mum complaining you got fat and lazy when staying with me." Oonagh: "I'm off, bye!" Me: "Bye, have a great day at work!" I fished out a bowl, spoon and the cornflakes and sat down to have breakfast, while wondering what I'd get up to today.... After I finished eating and washed the dishes I returned to my room to play some games but found myself getting distracted thinking about the idea of those women forcing me to wear their panties, even having Oonagh hold me in her lap so they could work the panties up my legs... I went to the bathroom and splashed some water in my face, shaking my head as if to dislodge those thoughts. What was going on with me? While the women weren't ugly they weren't stunners either, why were they sticking in my head like this? I went back to playing games until midday, when I got up to have lunch. Chapter 14 After finishing eating and cleaning up I returned to my room and back to the games but still could not focus, I paused the game and got out another pair of panties. I got on the bed and lowered my pants, pushing the panties in my hand down the front of the panties I was wearing and wrapping them around my penis. I then flopped over, face down and let my mind wander, returning again to my earlier fantasy about the women in the toilet as I slowly thrust forward with my hand wrapped around me. I could see it clearly in my head the women peeking over the cubicle wall while I had my panties around my ankles. I again imagined their taunting, telling me I should wear their panties as I imagined them dangling the same panties I had wrapped around my penis over the cubicle wall. Once more in my mind I saw Oonagh open the cubicle door and pull me off the toilet before sitting me in her lap and cradling my head against her chest, though this time I imagined her looking down to see how hard I was and telling me it was ok, she would look after me... Oonagh: "Oh my god!" I snapped out of my fantasy to see Oonagh standing behind me, easily able to see my panties and where my hand was, very aware of what I was doing. Oonagh looked half way between horror and laughter. Oonagh: "Pull your pants back up right now mister!" I scrambled to follow her command. Oonagh: "What the?! Why is there another pair of panties sticking out of the ones you are wearing!?" I couldn't think of anything to say and just looked at her like a deer in headlights. She sat down on the bed, pulling me over towards her, I thought for one of her regular hugs but instead she pitched me over her lap, by the time I realized what was happening she had me pinned in place. *smack* *smack* *smack* Oonagh: "I did not let you wear those panties so you could pleasure yourself and stain them!" The spanking continued... Oonagh: "Are you some kind of panty pervert?!? Should I tell you mum what you got up to when I trusted you alone in my house!?" At this stage between the shock, the horror of my mum knowing anything about this and the spanking I was genuinely crying. I don't know when it stopped as my mind was still panicking over the events and the threat of my mum finding out. When I finally gathered my wits and began to calm down Oonagh was gently rubbing my abused behind. Oonagh: "I'm sorry baby but between the shock of catching you playing with yourself and the feeling of anger at you mistreating the panties I let you wear I may have been too hard on you." Oonagh lifted me off her lap and stood me up, giving me a hug before leaving the room. She returned with a tissue and wiped my eyes, before giving me a peck on the cheek. She then held up a bottle of lotion. Oonagh: "Lie face down on the bed and let auntie Oonagh help you feel better." I didn't want to risk her getting annoyed at me again so did as she asked, not sure what she was planning. Oonagh slowly lowered the back of my pants and then my panties as I lay there, afraid to move or make any noise that might be seen as an objection. I then felt the cold lotion drip on my bum and felt her hand start to spread it around. Oonagh: "Oh your bum does look red, I'm sorry baby.... I guess I should tell you why there were panties in that drawer in the first place..." She continued to gently rub the lotion in, though so far her rubbing was not helping. Oonagh: "I know you parents never told you but the reason I never married or had children is that I prefer women. Your parents are a little conservative and although they never made me feel bad about my preferences I know they wouldn't tell you and I felt I should respect their decision." I continued to lie there, trying to absorb this information while still wincing occassionally as she rubbed a particularly sore area. Oonagh: "The clothes in the dresser belong to my ex, she was my longest relationship, we were together for quite a while and so sometimes she would stay over, and eventually moved in. I inherited this place quite young and since this means I didn't have to pay rent I could afford to spoil her, and as I love feminine things I bought her lots of beautiful satin underwear and other nice things." I stayed quiet, not sure how to respond to her opening up to me like this. Oonagh: "When we broke up it was very emotional, she left all this stuff here... whether because she didn't have space with needing to find somewhere to crash until she rented a new place, the rush to leave me or that she didn't want the reminders of us I don't know...." I could hear her start to sob and while I was still unsure of most of the information I knew how to respond to that; I rolled over and gave her a hug. She hesitated before hugging me back. We stayed like that for a few minuter as she cried before regaining her composure. Oonagh: "That's why I was angry about what you were doing in the panties, I guess part of me was still clinging to the idea they were hers and maybe she'd be back." Me: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to betray your hospitality." Oonagh: "No I'm sorry, I shouldn't have reacted like that. I only offered to let you wear them because you were stuck and I do love you to bits, but I guess I kind of liked having someone wearing them around the house, it made me feel like she was back here and seeing you on the bed like that upset the illusion." Me: "You're not going to tell my mum??" I said still feeling very uncertain of everything. Oonagh: "No... I understand young men have urges, besides wouldn't I then have to explain you wearing panties? It'll just stay our little secret." I hugged her tighter before realizing my pants were still half down, exposing my bum. I blushed and grabbed the back of them before pulling them up. Oonagh: "You mean you weren't going to give me a show for the rest of the evening?! I may well have to tell your mum about this afterall!", winking and laughing at me, only causing me to blush even redder.

“Do I have to take them down myself, little girl?” I hate it when my girlfriend calls me that! Yes, I’m six inches shorter. Yes, she’s eight years older. Yes, she’s the one in charge in our relationship, and yes, this whole domestic discipline thing had all been my idea three years ago, but I’m 30 and Not. A. Little! Girl! Dammit! But all I did instead was whine, “Not here. Please? I’m sorry. Can’t we just wait until we get home?” “Daphne,” Mary said, “this is not up for discussion. Besides, Brenna has seen plenty of bare bottoms spanked, including yours.” I glared at Brenna. We knew her through a local Fetlife group. Sometimes we did just plain vanilla stuff with her, like regular friends, like today, when she’d asked us for help planting trees in her yard. Mary has the green thumb. I hate yard work. “Bare? Can’t it just be over my shorts?” You’d think I’d have gotten used to being spanked, what with not a week going by when I wasn’t, but I never had, which I guess is the point. I looked at Brenna, who was smiling approvingly from the couch. Mary had pulled a kitchen chair into the living room and sat down. “Did your shorts make a rude comment to Brenna? Did your undies? So why would I spank those,” Mary asked me in her stern voice, the one she saves for when she’s talking to me like I’m a naughty little kid. “No,” I mumbled. I’d learned the hard way that there is no such thing as a rhetorical question when I’m in trouble. Mary reached out and grabbed me by the waistband of my innocent shorts and pulled me closer. None of this would have happened if Brenna had just been grateful we were over there helping in the first place. So I’m not Ma Nature - did it really matter if the hole wasn’t exactly fifteen inches deep? Of course, I do have a tendency to kill houseplants, even succulents. But anyway, she was harping on it, and I got irritated and said, “Then why don’t you just do it yourself, dammit?” I’m not sure if I’d have been in so much trouble if I hadn’t added the ‘dammit.’ At least I didn’t interfere while Mary popped the button on my shorts and whisked them, along with my panties, down to me ankles. “How did you get so dirty, anyway,” Daphne asked. “Not like you were putting that much effort into it.” I didn’t need to respond because Mary easily tossed me over her knee. My hands were on the floor, but my feet were not, leaving my butt hanging there. “Anything to say, Daphne,” Mary asked as she rubbed my butt. “I’m really sorry?” “Not as sorry as you will be.” That little rub is all I ever get for a warm up. Mary believes spankings are best delivered hard and fast, and within ten second she’d probably spanked me thirty times. This all started as a relationship with spanking involved, a little role play and bedroom fun. I even spanked her a couple times, though neither of us liked it. Eventually, I said I wanted it to be more than roleplay. I wanted it to be our lifestyle. I shortly thereafter found out just how many issues Mary had with my behavior and how much she’d been wanting to fix them for a while by then. But I wasn’t thinking about the time she had needed to spank me three times in one day. I was thinking about the spanking she was giving me right then. Mary is thorough in everything she does, and a creature of habit. She always starts out spanking me seemingly at random, no order to which side she wails on or how many. She likes to make sure I can’t anticipate anything. I lay there doing my best to hold still and be quiet, trying to keep my eyes closed and pretend Brenna wasn’t there, probably smiling. Only when my butt is a dark pink from top to sit spots does Mary really get going. As she says, this is when the real spanking starts. She stopped assaulting my butt and said, “Hand me the paddle, Daphne.” I freakin’ hate the thing. It’s small, heavy, and has four holes in it. She got it specifically to keep in her purse. She could just use her hairbrush when she disciplines me away from home (dressing rooms are the worst - everyone can hear!), but no, she says knowing she has a just-for-spanking implement with her at all times does a better job reminding me to behave. I pick it up with my left hand and reach behind me to give it to her. She takes it, then takes my arm and pins it behind my back. I’m a wiggler when she uses that thing. She’s like a freakin’ ninja with it. Equal parts thuddy and stingy, she paddles as fast as she hand spanks, but in a tight pattern. Up and down, each spank overlapping with the one before it, in a tight row, then shifting over and working a line from top to sit spot again. She never makes it from one side to the other but that I go from grunts to sobs to tears. Every. Damn. Time. The small paddle bounces off my bottom so fast I don’t even feel the individual spanks anymore. It’s all one swollen throb. She’s gentle, by comparison, with my thighs, but before she’s done with those ten spanks to the tender backs of my legs, I frantically promise, “I’m sorry! I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” Mary finished the last spank, and I lay over limp over her soft lap, big tears falling, and my nose running. It takes me a few seconds to realize Mary is rubbing my back, like she always does after a hard spanking, shushing me gently. When I’m ready, I start to get up, and Mary helps me so that I’m sitting on her lap, my crimson bottom aching when I do, and crying into her shirt as she calms me. “It’s okay, little girl,” she coos to me, “All is forgiven.” She kisses my temple. “Let it all out. That’s my brave girl.” When I get myself under control, though still struggling with the occasional sob and needing badly to blow my nose, she helps me off her lap. “What do you say to Brenna,” Mary asked. I don’t know when I kicked off my shorts and panties, nor do I care. I shuffled over to Brenna. “I’m sorry for being rude,” I said. “I forgive you,” she says, opening her arms. Brenna is big woman, and I all but collapse into her softness. I do like her, even though she has a way of bringing out the brat in me, but that brat never seems to be that far away. I stand between her big thighs, and she rubs my butt with one hand while she hugs me with the other. I’m grateful she does because I’m not allowed to rub. “Mary, why don’t you go take her to wash her face, and I’ll get lunch ready,” Brenna suggests. “Can I have my shorts back,” I ask meekly. “After lunch,” Mary says, holding out her hand. I take it. I like Mary’s hands. I also know she’s gonna lift me up and seat me on the cold vanity, and that it’s gonna feel good for about five seconds then feel clammy and hard. After lunch, I’m for sure gonna dig those holes right, and without a world of complaint.

My first try at a story, was just feeling rather inspired this evening for no apparent reason. Figured I should write before I forget the thoughts and I've enjoyed many stories from here so only fair to share. Hopefully the syntax and spelling are ok, just using wordpad at the moment. Any constructive criticisms are welcome, I'll try write more later in the week. Ommy Oo-ah Chapter 1 This summer was definitely taking a turn for the worse... I had been looking forward to spending much of it hanging out with friends and playing in the park, maybe talking one of the girls from school into going on a few dates, I am in my prime and this would be my final year before college afterall! But that was not to be... It seemed all of my friends' families were going on big, foreign holidays as final pre-college trips so they were going to be away much of the summer. My family were far from poor but my parents believed in saving for the future rather than living in the present, as such I'd never been on a foreign holiday and could only envy my friends. Then to make things worse my grandmother needed to go into hospital for an operation early in the Summer and would need someone to look after her for the rest of it, since we had no holidays booked my parents were the obvious choice, but then what to do with me??? I wasn't thrilled with the idea of spending summer at my grandmother's house, it was old and a bit musty but worst of all it was in the middle of nowhere so no hope of hanging out with kids my age or any pretty girls. I wasn't exactly ecstatic about the idea of staying home alone either with all my friends gone, but it still seemed the better option so I just hoped I could convince my parents I could look after myself and they could trust me not to throw any wild parties or the like. They didn't buy it... Instead they mentioned their concerns to my aunt Oonagh and she said she'd be thrilled to have me stay with her and there was no hope of talking them out of that. Chapter 2 Oonagh and my mum had been friends since before I was born, they both started working in a company at the same time, my mum as a middle manager, Oonagh as a secretary, fresh out of college. Being new they sat through the same training seminars from the HR department and so went to lunch together, they quickly became friends and this became part of their daily routine. Many a day they would have one another in fits of laughter over the latest office gossip or some scandalous tale of their own personal lives. Then when my mum finally found "the one", my dad, she of course asked Oonagh to be her maid of honor. A few months later when mum found herself pregnant with me Oonagh organized the baby shower and took mum on many a trip to pick out adorable baby clothes so of course when I was born who else could they ask to be my god mother except Oonagh? This made her a regular guest as I grew up, so far no sign of her marrying or having kids herself so she typically spent Christmas and most of the big holidays with us, hence calling her "aunty". Never knew why she hadn't married..., she may have been somewhere in her 30's but she was still a youthful enough redhead and I did have to punch quite a few shoulders of my friends when they'd start making smart comments about her. Then when she'd take us to the beach for ice cream and a swim while she sunbathed the comments would last for days after.... While Oonagh had been a regular guest at our house we had never stayed at hers for more than an afternoon visit. I'd never actually been a guest at anyone's house for more than a night so the thought of staying all summer at Oonagh's made me nervous. My mum had always wanted more kids but only got me so she liked to keep me around and even in my teens was reluctant to let up stop thinking of me as her baby and still insisted that I couldn't hang out with friends on Sundays as that was "family day". To make matters worse I made the mistake of mentioning this concern of mine to my friends and they then spent the last days of school making up all kinds of crazy stories about being guests in other peoples' houses... at least I think they made them up... Missing them less already... Chapter 3 So here I was being dropped off by my parents at Oonagh's house as they headed on to grandma's. Mum had packed my suitcase with all my clothes, apparently not trusting me to do it myself, and insisted on walking me inside, hugging me repeatedly, telling me how much she'd miss me... Gah, finally dad got her to get in the car so they could go! Oonagh had a mid sized house, inherited from her own grandmother when she passed. It was on a quiet street in town with a park a short walk away and plenty of stores near enough. Thankfully my parents had let me pack my xbox as there were no nearby arcades and even, though it was mid-day in summer, little sign of other teens playing games on the street, so it was looking like a solo summer was on the cards. Oonagh showed me to my room, it was the guest bedroom but clearly done up with Oonagh's feminine tastes, all pinks, purples and a little too ornately furnished for my liking. On the upside at least it had a TV for my xbox! I unpacked my stuff and put all my tracksuits, t-shirts and jeans into the wardrobe. I then went to unpack my socks and underwear, opening the drawers to put them away. They were full... Here I was staring at a collection of panties, initially horrified thinking these were Oonagh's, only here and already I'd be in trouble for snooping in her private stuff!!!! A closer look showed they were too small to be hers though, although she is quite slender these were clearly belonging to a teenage girl, not a full grown woman. Panic over but confusion still present I closed the top drawer to try the next one, full too! This time with what looked to be a variety of bras and night dresses, next... Full AGAIN! Socks and tights... Who do these belong to??? She has no nieces that I know of?!? Last drawer... finally, empty! I stashed my socks and underwear though it was a tight fit in a single drawer and made a note to politely ask Oonagh later if she could move free up another drawer for me while I was there. I hooked up my xbox and started it up to make sure it was working fine, then turned it off and went to spend some time with Oonagh so as to not seem ungrateful she was letting me stay. Chapter 4 I found her in the kitchen enjoying a cup of tea while reading the paper, she looked up when I entered so I smiled and let her know I had unpacked. She got up and hugged me and told me she was thrilled to have me staying with her and she promised I'd go home telling everyone how she was my favourite aunt! I pointed out she was my only aunt which only made her laugh and hug me again. She asked if I wanted anything to drink, offering me a coke which I gladly accepted. We both sat at the table with our drinks and she asked me if I'd any news since she'd last visited (all of, oh, a month ago!). Me: "Nothing major." Oonagh: "Staying out of trouble?" Me: "Yes. Sure mum would have told you if I'd gotten in any." Oonagh: "True, but that's only if she knew about it." *wink" Me: "Nah, no trouble, even that she doesn't know about." Oonagh: "What? So no girls either then?" Me: "No... not yet..." She got up and hugged me again, telling me: "Don't let it bother you, you're still young and cute as a button." Oonagh: "Would you like to go out for dinner or order in?" Me: "Could we please go out and you could show me around the neighborhood, particularly what there was to do in the area?" Oonagh: "Sure, sweety." We got in her car and she drove around a bit pointing out the local interests, mostly just food and clothes stores, one music/DVD store but no arcades, or outdoor activities other than the park. Eventually we arrived at a small chipper she said was her favourite fast food place, it wasn't a brand I'd heard of but I was open to trying it. The food was ok and we both possibly ate too much, especially after she challanged me to see who could eat the most chips with no clear victor. As such we were both a little bloated and moaning getting back in the car, each letting out regular burps on the way home. After that she left me alone in my room for the evening while she was watching TV so I started playing my games to while away the time. I actually lost track of time and was jolted from my game by a knock at the door, Oonagh was telling me it was time to go to bed and I'd have plenty of time tomorrow to play my games. Chapter 5 I woke up the following morning and got dressed, picking yesterday's clothes off the floor and putting them in a laundry basket in the corner. Once decent I went downstairs to hunt for breakfast, finding Oonagh already at the counter. Oonagh: "Good morning." Me: "Morning, do you usually get up this early?" Oonagh: "I've work to go to so have to be up early, especially if I want to be home early to look after my summerchild!" - She stuck out her tongue to make me really feel silly for asking. She then got up and headed to the cupboards - Oonagh: "The bowls are here... and the cornflakes are here... I made sure to get your favourites, let me know if you start to run low so I can pick up more." After that she headed upstairs to finish getting ready for work while I poured myself a bowl and read some of the sports news from the paper she'd left behind. She told me to be good and call her if there were any problems before hugging me and saying goodbye. After she was gone I was tempted to head to the park to see if there was any hope of teenage antics but decided against it and just went up to my room to play on the xbox again, only stopping briefly around mid-day to have lunch and wash the dishes. Oonagh got home and found me sitting on the floor in front of the TV: "Did you go out at all today?" Me: "No, I thought it was best to stay out of trouble and stay in playing games." Oonagh: "Did you even remember to shower, doesn't smell like it?" Me: "Eh... no... is it that bad?", while sniffing my armpit. Oonagh while laughing: "No wonder you've been scaring the girls off!" Realizing I hadn't packed any of my shower gel and that my mum hadn't packed any towels I looked a bit sheepishly at Oonagh - Me: "Em, I just remembered that I didn't pack anything to wash or dry myself with..." Oonagh couldn't help but smile as she said: "What, you mean you want to risk getting cooties and use a girl's bathroom stuff!?!" I couldn't help but stammer my apologies before she grabbed me and hugged me, telling me she was only poking fun and of course I could use her shampoos and soap and she'd get me a towel to dry with. Oonagh: "If nothing else I'll be able to enjoy you smelling a heck of a lot better so it'll be worth risking cooties, make sure to change your t-shirt while at it." Sure enough she left a towel for me, like so much else in the house again it was pink but I was only going to be drying myself with it so what difference. Once clean I went downstairs and we had dinner, eating in this time while making pleasant conversation before I again returned to my xbox and her to her TV shows. Chapter 6 It continued much the same for the rest of the week, though during dinner we also made plans of what we might do on the weekend to have some fun and "unplug you from those games". On Friday however I was starting to run out of clean clothes but didn't want to be a hassle to Oonagh so I found the manual for the washer/drier and spent the morning reading through it before loading my clothes and letting it run. We went out to dinner in her favourite restaurant again that evening, this time challenging each other to who could drink the most milkshake, I won, but only just. When we got home I was rather desperate for the loo and pleaded to go first, thankfully she let me. When I got downstairs to thank her and let her know the toilet was free I found her looking at me rather concerned. The drier had malfunctioned and the clothes were ruined. Oonagh: "I'm sorry, I'd meant to warn you that the drier in the unit no longer worked and you neede to dry things on the radiators or the washing line instead." Me: "Em... what am I going to wear? I've got a few more t-shirts and tracksuits but no clean socks or underwear for tomorrow." Oonagh: "Well you could go commando but your mum would kill me. That goes double for if you wore a dirty pair of socks or underwear!" Oonagh: "I may have a solution for tomorrow, you won't like it but remember we just need to get to the shops to buy you clean socks and underwear." she said while smiling way too mischieviously. Me: "What is it..." knowing I was probably going to hate it. Oonagh: "You may have noticed there was some underwear left in the other drawers in your room, you could wear some of those for tomorrow." Me: "What!?! Those are panties!" Oonagh: "Panties, pants, same thing..." she said while still clearly finding this far too amusing. I gave her a look to show I was not convinced. Oonagh: "Look, it'll be only me and you that will know and I know I should have warned you about the drier so how about if you're good about this I'll buy you a new game to make it up to you." Me: "Ok, I guess..." Chapter 7 I got up the next morning thankful it was Saturday so at least Oonagh was free all day so we could go get me clothes to replace those that were destroyed. I went to the drawers and opened the one with the girl's socks, holding my breath as I hoped for something not too girly. Most of them would definitely draw attention with frills around the ankles and little flower/fairy/butterfly pictures that screamed "girl". Thankfully I managed to find one pair that although the cuff was a funny cut were otherwise plain so as long as I kept the cuffs covered by my pants they'd be fine. Next I gingerly opened the panty drawer and saw there was no such hope of a remotely gender neutral option here, like the room they were all girly colours: pinks, purples and light blue, most being silk/satin and quite a few having a clearly girly cut around the legs and waist. After staring and searching for a few minutes I gave up and just grabbed a pink silk pair from the front. I sat on the bed to put them on, putting on the socks first just to delay the panties a bit longer but then putting them on too. Pulling them up my legs I was expecting them to be too small but when I finally got them in place, although snug, they fit fine. The satin material felt odd, but kind of nice, made me think how nice it'll be the first time a girl lets me touch her through her panties. I started to get a bit excited and panicked, last thing I needed was Oonagh walking in on me like this and thinking I liked wearing panties so I grabbed my pants and threw them on, followed up with another t-shirt. I then headed downstairs for breakfast. Oonagh: "Well hello my pantyboy!" while laughing. Me: "I'm heading back upstairs..." and began to turn back. Oonagh: "Oh don't, I'm just having fun, besides I promise this stays our secret." I came back into the kitchen and got out a bowl, spoon and the cornflakes before sitting at the table. Oonagh came around and hugged me to say sorry before starting in with the jokes again: "Can I help it if I like having someone else wearing panties in this house?" before pinching my bum and heading upstairs. Me, to no-one in particular: "This game better be worth it..." Chapter 8 Once we were both fed and ready we headed out to the car and got in. Oonagh: "I need to do some grocery shopping first, then we'll get you your game so I don't have to put up with a grumpy guss all day before we go get you replacement clothes." Me: "Ok, sounds good." The grocery shopping went smoothly enough, though it did take a while. It was mostly just the normal food, coke and treats for me (hurray for aunty!) and then a number of things where Oonagh would ask me to mind the trolley while she wandered off to get them and tossed them in the trolley on her return. I didn't pay any attention to what they were, I assumed they were women's private things since she didn't want to bring me into the aisle they were in, besides I was busy ranking games in my head to pick which I'd get. After we checked out and I'd helped load the bags in the car we got in and drove to another store, the games store! The selection wasn't as new as I had been hoping, clearly there weren't many console owners in the area, so I had to rummage through them all to pick out a few options and then make a final decision on the best one. I think Oonagh was initially amused but towards the end was looking a little impatient when I eventually settled on what to get. After we got back in the car - Oonagh: "I didn't want to say anything in the store but when you were looking at the stuff on the bottom shelf I could see the top of your panties, nice choice. " before sticking her tongue out at me as I turned fire-engine red and wished for the water hose. Not much else was said as we drove to the local clothes outlet, I just entertained myself reading the manual of my new game and imagining playing it later. When we got to the outlet it was getting late due to my marathon rummage so we quickly went to the menwear department and I picked out a few tracksuits to replace the destroyed ones. I went to the changing room to try them on while Oonagh waited outside. I was trying on the last one when Oonagh knocked on the door to check I was ok, I replied I was but the momentary distraction let me catch the security tag in my hair. I tugged, "OW!", I tugged again, "OWWW!". I was stuck with my arms half in the sleeves and head half out the top, like a bloody turtle or something. Oonagh: "Are you ok?" Me: "Em, the security tag is caught in my hair and I can't seem to free it." Oonagh: "Hang on, I'll help." Oonagh came in and after a bit of effort, not helped by my struggling, freed the tag from my hair and helped me finish getting dressed. Once I'd finished trying them on and set aside the ones that didn't fit I left the fitting room and we headed to men's underwear section. There were fewer people around as it was getting close to closing time but we still had a few minutes. Empty... not a single pair of underwear on the shelves! Oonagh stopped a store worker to ask if there was a mistake or if they'd been moved to another shelf. Store worker: "No, afraid not. They don't normally sell much but for some reason earlier today a load of college lads came by and bought us out, it'll be a few days before we get more in stock. Between you and me I wouldn't be surprised if it's a pledge thing and they're going to wear them on their heads!" she laughed while walking away. I was pretty angry and upset at the injustice of it all. Oonagh: "I'm sorry, we're not going to be able to get you new underwear today but lets at least get you clean socks so things aren't quite so bad." Oonagh walked over to the socks with me sulking along behind and picked out a number of packs in my size. After that we went and paid without me saying a word the whole way home. Oonagh: "Please cheer up, you have your new game afterall!" she said optimistically. Me: "But I'm stuck wearing panties for most of the next week." Oonagh: "I'll let you in on a secret... so am I!", clearly she wasn't getting how unfair this all was. Me: "You wear them all the time and you picked them out when you bought them!" Oonagh: "You want me to pick them out for you then?" before winking at me. Me: "You know what I mean!" Oonagh: "I know, and I know you don't want to hear this but if you hadn't spent so much time deciding which game to get we might have gotten to the clothes store before they sold out or had time to go to another." Me: "... ... I know... I just ... my day was looking up as I was looking forward to the new game and then this happened. It feels like everything has been smashed to pieces..." Oonagh got up and hugged me, still holding me while saying: "I know, I know." Oonagh: "Look, there are worse things than wearing panties and you'll probably be at home all week anyway, right?" Me: "I suppose, I'd still rather be wearing underwear." Oonagh: "Panties ARE underwear, just nicer." again winking at me. Me: "You know what I mean..." her humour would normally be infectious but right now I just didn't feel like being cheerful. I went up to my room to play the new game. Oonagh came up after a while and put the bags of clothes I'd forgotten about inside the door of my room, telling me to put them away, giving me a hug and ruffling my hear before leaving. Chapter 9 A short while later my stomach told me it was time to think about eating so I saved my game and went downstairs to ask what the plan for dinner was tonight. Oonagh was sitting in front on the couch watching one of her period dramas but looked up and smiled when I came in. Oonagh: "Too hungry to stay hidden away any longer? Come here and sit with me on the couch." I went and sat next to her. Me: "I'm sorry if I'm being grumpy about this." She pulled me in for a cuddle, giving me a peck on the cheek. Oonagh: "It's ok, if you're moody I'll just tell myself you've got your panties in a twist." I let out a groan but couldn't help but smile a little. Oonagh: "See I knew you'd get over it and see it's not so bad." Me: "I know, I'm just going to have a hard time talking any of the ladies into dating me if I'm wearing panties." I said with as much bravado as I could muster. Oonagh: "Ooh, the ladies is it?" She started tickling me with no mercy... damn my ticklishness.... While I tried to catch my breath - Oonagh: "You know I'm a lady so if you ever want advice or anything..." Me: "You're family!" Oonagh: "I know you think of me like that but I'm not actually family, and I know there are things you couldn't talk to your parents about... I just want you to know anything you say can stay between us." Me: "Eh... thanks..." as I couldn't help but blush at the idea of talking sex with my "aunt". Oonagh: "I mean it, I'm sure your mum would rather know I was giving you good advice than know the ins and outs of what I'm telling you and risk you going to someone else who gives bad advice." Me: "Ok, I'll keep it in mind... Thanks" Oonagh: "You're welcome, I'm your favourite aunt afterall!" she stood up and struck a superhero pose as I cringed on the couch. She sat back down and pulled me in for another cuddle. Oonagh: "And don't worry about girls being scared off by you wearing panties, most won't care, some may even like you being in touch with your feminine side." I looked at her with an eyebrow cocked to show I wasn't buying it. Oonagh: "Anyway, lets go get some food, then get you showered... blast!" Me: "?Huh?" Oonagh: "We forgot to get you some shower gel and shampoo." she said while smiling at the silliness of it compared to the day's main troubles. Me: "Oh, yeah, no bother..." Oonagh: "Anyway, how about we also rent a film and make popcorn later?" I figured after her buying me new clothes and doing her best I should make an effort too so I agreed. Chapter 10 Tonight's competition at the restaurant was who could finish faster as between it being later than usual and the plan to watch a film we didn't want to linger. Again it was pretty much a draw, I'm not sure when she was practicing eating quickly, for me between wanting to play with friends and get back to the xbox I regularly did it and was surprised I didn't beat her. We went to the rental store and she said I could pick out something to watch during the week but she was picking tonight's film, so I wandered off to find a good horror or sci fi. Once I'd picked one out I found her waiting near the counter and gave her the box so she could rent the films. When we got home she reminded me to go shower and change my clothes. Oonagh: "I don't want to cuddle with a stinky baby for an entire film!" again sticking her tongue out at me. I returned the sentiment on my way out the door. I went to my room to pick out a new t-shirt, socks and panties. This time a light blue silk pair, as I was retrieving them Oonagh walked in with a towel. Oonagh: "Ooh, another nice choice, your fashion sense in guys clothes may need work but your taste in panties is great." I grabbed a pillow and threw it at her as she retreated. Once showered, dried and dressed I headed downstairs to find Oonagh already making the popcorn and with the film set up on the TV. We sat down together on the couch and she put the bowl on the table in front of us before starting the film and pulling me in for another cuddle. As the film (boring drama) went on she gradually leaned back more on the arm of the couch and pulled me with her, leaving my head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. I found it rather soothing and started to doze off, Oonagh soon noticed and cuddled me even tighter. When I woke up the credits were running, and I'd drooled a bit on Oonagh's top. I was a bit panicked but tried not to move in the hope it might dry before I had to get up and she noticed. I then noticed her hand gently running along the waistband at the back of my panties and felt confused. She gently nuzzled my head and I knew she knew I was awake. Oonagh: "Well hello sleepyhead, did you have any nice dreams?" Me: "Can't remember, sorry about that, guess I was tired." Oonagh: "It's ok, you had a hard day and I don't think the film was your type of thing. Besides it's nice being here with my little pantyboy cuddled up with me." Me: "Emm... your hand..." Oonagh: "Sorry, I couldn't resist and they felt so nice to run my fingers over." Me: "Emm... ok..." I sat up and stretched. Oonagh sat up too, then looked down at her top. Oonagh: "Aww, was someone enjoying my chest a little too much?" I blushed as she playfully slapped my shoulder. Oonagh: "It's ok, if it's the price I must pay for cuddling my sweet pantyboy, then I must." she said while striking a pose. I let out a groan. She turned off the TV and DVD while I threw out what was left of the popcorn, then she gave me another hug before sending me off to bed. Chapter 11 That night I did have some weird dreams so when I woke up I was very definitely suffering from morning wood. The thought of walking out and bumping into my aunt like this was too much so I tried to wait for it to go down on it's own, no luck... After finally losing patience I decided I'd need to take matters into my own hands and started trying to think of some of the prettier girls in school and imagining being with them but it just wasn't working. I decided to try add some additional stimulation and grabbed one of the pairs of panties and again started thinking of the girls, imagining them wearing the panties, rubbing the panties over my penis as I imagined the girls rubbing themselves against me. I soon peaked and made a mess of the panties but at least felt calmer. I threw them in the laundry basket and picked out a pair to wear for today as well as the rest of my clothing and then headed downstairs. Oonagh: "Morning, how are you feeling today?" Me: "Ok" - paranoid that she might know what I'd just done. She gave me a funny look so I quickly grabbed a bowl, spoon and cornflakes in the hope the moment would pass. We made small talk while eating and Oonagh then disappeared off upstairs as usual to finish getting ready. When finished breakfast I returned to my room and played some more games, after a while Oonagh knocked on the door before poking her head in. Oonagh: "Hey, would you like to go for a walk in the park later, it's not good to be stuck inside all day?" Me: "Ok, I guess..." Oonagh: "Ok, after lunch we'll go for a walk. I'm making sandwiches, would you like some for lunch or do you want to make your own?" Me: "Yes please!" I went downstairs shortly afterwards to find Oonagh eating some of the sandwiches she'd piled on a big plate, with a sideplate and glass of milk waiting for me on the counter. Me: "Thanks." Oonagh: "No worries, was making sandwiches anyway, not much hassle to make the extra ones." I sat down and grabbed a few sandwiches, swapping between taking bites and drinking milk until I felt quite full. We both sat for a while, making small talk about the weather and the planned trip to the park. We cleared the table and together washed and dried the dishes before heading to the park. It was quite sunny out and there were a few people in the park, but not many, and most seemed to just be walking their dogs so were too busy keeping them under control to pay us much notice. As we were walking Oonagh took my hand. I stopped and gave her a quizical look. Oonagh: "Come on, hold aunties hand while we walk for old time's sake." - she shoulder bumped me and so was clearly in a playful mood. I figured what harm and just started walking again. We stopped occationally to watch squirrels running about, digging for nuts or other things to eat. The park was bigger than I'd thought and I started to need the bathroom. Me: "Em, are there any toilets about?" Oonagh: "I don't know, I rarely come here, a young single woman by her lonesome wouldn't be safe! " she joked. Oonagh: "There's a signpost up ahead, that might point to the toilets if there are any?" Me: "Ok, lets keep going." The signpost pointed to the middle of the park for toilets, I suppose it makes sense when building a park to have them far from the exits since people could just head home if near an exit. We started heading to the toilets as my bladder started to hurt. Oonagh: "Are you ok?" Me: "Yeah, I just need to pee." Oonagh: "How come you didn't go before we came here?" Me: "I didn't need to then and I didn't think the walk would be this long." Oonagh stopped to hug me. Me: "Don't! I might leak!" Oonagh started laughing at that and we continued on towards the toilets.

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Part One Sleep, study, social life; a good student could only afford two. Connie’s choice had been difficult enough without work in the mix. A thousand miles from home, sharing a room with a stranger, she clung to the future promised by her degree. Things would be better after that, even if the present was killing her. It was a brutal week of rude customers bookended with assignments. Connie could barely remember coming back from the library, or if she went back to the dorms at all. Every moment saw her crossing points from her endless to do list before trudging through the next item. She needed sleep. Whether it was a Wednesday or Thursday Connie could hardly tell; only that it was the afternoon and she had a window through which to crash. The handful of hours offered by her angel of a professor was a gift she was determined not to waste. Perhaps when she woke it would be with sanity restored. But even after her head struck the pillow rest evaded her. She closed her eyes and cleared her thoughts, but remained aware of herself and her surroundings. Her body, it seemed, had been trained to endure through exhaustion, and did not recognize the now alien nature of her reprieve. Something had to be done. On the rare nights she stayed in the dorm she watched her roommate, Emily, sleeping with her headphones on. ‘Relaxation tapes,’ she said, and they appeared to do the trick. Under the dim light emanating from her desk Connie would often find the other girl smiling in her sleep, sometimes squealing in delight; always peaceful, always happy. Oh, but for a fraction of that contentment! On any other day Connie would have left things as they were, but times were desperate. She opened the top drawer beside Emily’s bed and removed the small mp3 device sat inside. She replaced the headphones with her own. After scribbling a note to Emily, apologizing for borrowing without permission, she sprawled across the bed and hit play. Soothing music washed her thoughts. A gentle warmth ran to the tips of her fingers. All care melted into the ground. And then… **** Connie bunched the comforter in her arms, and held tighter as she began to stir. Better to bury herself in the warm fabric than think about how cold it was between her thighs. The thought landed; why were her thighs cold, and why were they wet? Connie started up in bed. Her heart nearly beat out of her chest when confronted by the stark reality. She’d wet the bed, like a small child! Her jeans, her underwear, her sheets, all stained and reeking. As though it weren’t bad enough the dread tightened when Emily stepped into the room with a gentle smile. Wild with panic, Connie threw the comforter over her lower half. Emily, however, did not falter, and kneeled by her side. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she said. ‘This is all my fault!’ Connie knew the words, but the more she thought about them the less they made sense. Though they’d barely spoken she recognized Emily as a gentle soul; the kind of girl who’d grow up to be a perfect mom. Her long, straight, strawberry blond hair had the same divine aspect as her eyes, sparkling pale and green. That was to say nothing of her smile upon which she’d carried a thousand wounded souls. She took care of her friends, though Connie was hardly that. Even then, the gentle touch running down her arm was familiar, as though they’d known each other for the better part of forever. Emily winced. ‘You listened to my relaxation tapes.’ Guilt wrenched Connie’s chest. ‘Those aren’t normal tapes,’ Emily said. Words faltered on her tongue. ‘The point is this isn’t your fault. Everything’s going to be okay. Come on. Let me help you get cleaned up.’ Connie flinched at the thought. Help? Wet clothes and a wet bed were easy to handle, maybe, on any other day. Yet every time she tried to move her body resisted. The job became bigger and bigger as she became smaller and smaller, and none of it made any sense. Connie whined as tears started to flow down her cheeks. What was wrong with her? Next she knew Emily’s arms were around her, pulling her close, drawing circles on her back. The other girl hushed and sang and assured her that everything was going to be alright. Connie couldn’t explain why, but she believed her. Something about those gentle arms made the world safe; even more than her comforter when she was clinging tight. ‘You must be feeling very fragile right now,’ Emily said. She was. ‘And little.’ She was. ‘And you really wish someone strong and kind would come and make things better.’ Connie hesitated before giving a loose nod. Emily eased back to brush the stray hairs falling over Connie’s face. Her green eyes lit up as she met the other woman’s gaze. ‘You can trust me to take care of everything,’ she said. ‘I owe you that much. I won’t hurt you. I promise.’ For reasons beyond her comprehension Connie’s thumb slipped into her mouth. She may not even have been aware of it; only the soothing sensation that followed when something was inside her mouth. If such a thing were unusual Emily said nothing about it. Instead she guided her roommate to her feet and held her hand as they stepped into the bathroom. Dutifully Emily lowered into a squat and unbuttoned Connie’s jeans. She slipped her fingers into the band of her underwear and slipped both garments to the ground. She then prompted Connie to step out of the leg holes, one after the other. Though still wearing a tee shirt, Connie had never been so naked. She winced knowing that Emily was the first to see her this way - not even boyfriends had seen her body entirely - but remained calm under the clinical gaze. Nothing, however, could prepare her for the cold shock of a wipe running between her thighs. Connie whimpered. Her knees buckled, but Emily’s firm hand kept her straight. ‘Everything’s alright, princess.’ ‘Princess,’ Connie echoed. At any other time it would sound condescending. Why not then? A sudden rush coursed through her body as the wipe ran between her lips. It was an area once exclusive to Connie’s touch. She pulled her arms closer across her chest. Her mouth sucked more intensely on her thumb. Emily hummed a bright, bubbly tune. ‘There we go, sweetheart. All clean!’ Finally, Connie thought. Emily paused. Her smile tightened. ‘We just need one more thing...’ New pants were exactly what Connie needed, but when Emily reached for the side counter she found her roommate had something else in mind. From the lower cupboard designated for Emily’s use she removed a flat, plastic piece of padding. Emily’s jaw tightened as she brought herself upright. ‘The effects of the tape last for about twelve hours,’ she said. ‘You’re going to need one of these.’ Unless her eyes deceived her Emily was offering Connie an adult sized diaper. More than it was an incontinence aid it was also strewn with pink shapes, decorated in the same way that it would be for a child. Connie frowned. ‘Why do you have this?’ The answer should have been obvious, but still evaded her. Emily retreated into her shoulders and fixed her eyes shut. Rolling up her shirt seemed to cause her pain, as did pressing down the hem of her skirt to reveal an identical garment taped up underneath. ‘You wear these,’ Connie said. Emily nodded, but dared not look. ‘Why?’ ‘Because I’m a big, pervy weirdo that likes to be a baby sometimes,’ she said, ‘and the tape you listened to helps me regress into little space. I don’t use my pacifier when you’re around, but you never notice when I’m wearing, so…’ Connie blinked. ‘Wearing?’ ‘Wearing diapers,’ Emily groaned. ‘I have been for nearly the whole time we’ve been rooming together.’ ‘But you said they were rela… re-lack-say-’ ‘Relaxation tapes, yeah,’ Emily said. ‘Being a baby is relaxing for me. I didn’t think you’d ever sneak through my drawers and use them!’ Connie shook her head. This was a lot of new information; more than she knew how to handle in such a short amount of time. Confusion swirled between her ears. Her tummy ached. It didn’t feel good. Soon it was too much, and came spilling out in tears and sobs. Emily leaned into her and hushed her, just like a mother would. ‘It’s okay, little one. I told you we’d get through this, remember?’ There was no reason for Connie to place that level of trust in her roommate - the two were relative strangers - and yet her scepticism remained absent, perhaps overtaken by the immense need for comfort. Was it a product of the tapes? It had to be, she thought; she needed as a child might need, and filled her arms with a figure to protect her. Emily lead her back to the main room. ‘Come lay on my bed.’ She did as she was told, allowing herself to be all the more vulnerable. Connie’s shame grew when her legs fell open. She’d revealed more of her body in the last few minutes than she had to anyone. The cool air tickled, and she shuddered. Guiding the girl’s backside up Emily slipped a towel beneath her. She beamed and hushed Connie with a finger to her mouth. ‘I’m not going to do anything untoward,’ she said. ‘You’re perfectly safe, and this is perfectly chaste.’ Connie groaned. Strange that she was both disappointed and relieved with the prospect. Reaching into a drawer Emily produced a pacifier, one whose plastic nipple was larger than any the vulnerable woman had ever seen before. She offered it to Connie who accepted it happily. It was even better than her thumb, and the relief that came with it! All her tension poured into sucking the plastic object. Emily wasn’t done, however. She reached over Connie’s head and to the far corner. From there she fished a stuffed rabbit; one which Connie had mistaken for ornamental, but now realized was so much more. It should have seemed silly to draw comfort from an old toy, but the moment Connie touched its fur she was filled with the love that was poured into it, night after night. She clutched the plaything and exhaled. ‘I see you and Whiskers are making fast friends,’ Emily teased. Connie held tighter, and buried her face in the rabbit’s fur. ‘Are you feeling happy, little one?’ Connie nodded. The butterflies eased some. How could something so weird be okay? Perhaps, she thought, it was the lilt in Emily’s voice, like magic. ‘Good girl.’ She giggled in spite of herself. She hadn’t been a ‘good girl’ since she was a child, but then again that’s what she’d become; or a psychological facsimile of one. So many people spent their lives reclaiming a lost childhood. Why shouldn’t Connie enjoy the experience while it lasted? Her embarrassment returned with the sound of crinkling and the realization of what was about to happen. Twelve hours, Emily said; twelve hours until she could return to adulthood and control of her bladder. What part constituted ‘relaxation’ was anybody’s guess, but for the sake of her sheets and what semblance of remaining dignity she could muster Connie would see it through to the end. Obediently and with minimal complaint she lifted her behind for Connie to slide the garment beneath her. She clung tighter to Whiskers as the rain of powder tickled between her legs. The heavy scent caused a tiny sneeze to escape her. ‘Bless you,’ Emily sang. She was going to make a great mom someday. Connie winced with the tearing sound and planted herself ever deeper into Whiskers’ fur. She lay still as the soft lining closed over her mound and Emily fastened the plastic flaps around her hips. They were firm against her body, but as Connie sat up she couldn’t help but notice how loose it was underneath. When she was upright it was with a quiet puff and a cloud of powder. Emily knelt and perched her chin on Connie’s knees. ‘How do you feel?’ She mumbled around the pacifier. ‘I feel…’ Words half formed on her tongue. Most failed after the first syllable. ‘Feels like my pants are going to fall off…’ Her roommate smiled. ‘Don’t worry. Diapers are supposed to feel that way. They need room to, erm, how do you say, expand.’ The stark reality drove deeper. First Connie had wet the bed, next she was wearing a diaper, and soon she would likely use it for its intended purpose, all because of a silly tape! Her hands trembled and her cheeks burned. Tears rolled down her already swollen features and ran under her chin. Emily pulled her into another embrace. Her fingers swirled in circles around her back, keeping her in one piece. All the while she hummed sweet assurances. ‘There, there, little one. You’ve got nothing to be afraid of. This is going to be our little secret, okay? I promise to look after you until this is all over, and then everything goes back to normal.’ ‘But- but I have so many things to do,’ Connie said. The very thought of her workload prompted a fresh round of tears. Her schedule was heavy enough for adult shoulders, let alone in her current state. She sobbed until the lump in her throat was full and hard. Emily climbed into the bed and pulled her reluctant charge back into her arms. Connie clung to Whiskers so that he sat between them. The blankets were drawn over them, and a safe cocoon took shape. ‘You don’t have to think about that now,’ Emily sang. ‘Just think about how good it feels right now, to be in my arms, safe and cared for.’ Her eyes closed, and for the first time since waking Connie’s troubles floated away, carried by the breeze. Her limbs collapsed against the force of gravity until her body was a lump held by her roommate. She breathed the warm scent of Emily’s flesh and the lingering apple shampoo she used. It was a moment of perfect peace, suddenly interrupted by heat between her legs. A small sound trickled to her ears as liquid expanded underneath her, curling up her behind. Connie stirred, but was quickly soothed by Emily’s melodious voice. ‘Just let it happen, little one. Everything’s alright. That’s what it’s there for. Just relax and stay here in my arms, okay?’ The world had gone topsy turvy, and yet Connie could not refuse such an offer. Emily’s breasts were warm and full of life. Her gentle heart beat set the rhythm for Connie’s breathing, until soon she closed her eyes and nothing else existed. Emily kissed her brow. ‘Goodnight, princess.’

Nice chapter. Loved it. This could go one of many ways

I wear cloth diapers. I usually change about 4 times in 24 hours

Kirsty has a plan for Jack and it is time to put it into operation. George is kept in the dark and confused about what is going on but after an eventful meal it seems clear Kirsty's revenge is a doozy! --- This story update, like every update, has been available on Patreon for the last week. I write a 2000+ word update every four days for Patreon and for just $5 you can get early access to all my stories. For $10 you get early access plus exclusive access to TWENTY-ONE exclusive stories! There are more tiers and rewards available on Patreon including free and discounted commissions, access to a discord server, story illustrations and more. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 I want to take the opportunity to give a HUGE thank you to my patrons who support me and allow me to write as much as I do: DannyDazzler, Jerry J, Jr, C Dom, James S, Justin C, Fuli, Sean, Spaxxs, Daniel O, Craig G, Steve, LetsMakeAgithaGreatAgain, J Onyx, Dre, Pat M, Sierra C, Kris, Miss X, PF, Georgia C, Joe, Camilo H, Babyjay, Seamus B, Jeffrey G, Charlie S, Martijn de J, Phantom Sonic, Vivi L, Mike S, Dr J, Bojack D, Blipp, Duncan G, Jake W, Brandon G, LuvsSissy, DreaR, Alex B, Malcolm E, Pete W, Cless, Frank S, PatheticABDL, Joshua M, NunyoBC, Kim, S Miller, Britnee L, Tim F, WillNotWill, Orion F, Tom H, Sterling W, Jens B, Fernando L, Cory H, Lyra H, ReiofLight, Wet, Cherno A, Whatsnot, Bask25456, MagmaLord, Diapering Daddy, Pierry L, Trish C, Curiosity24, Socratic Pee, DJKazoo, Anne Mette B-H, Kirk H, Mikkel L, Eric D, Bruce D, Alice W, Bob S, Timothy A W, Erik P, Ben F, Steven H --- Kirsty stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom and stared into the eyes of the reflection. She swallowed hard as she contemplated what was soon to happen. She was dressed in the most comfortable clothes she could find, she had considered breaking out her favourite leather gear but there would be plenty of time for that. Checking her phone for what seemed like the thousandth time that day Kirsty tried to think of any holes in her rather simplistic plan. She ran through as many permutations as she could think of. She simply couldn’t let this worm wriggle off the hook. She owed it to Sarah and Nick to make sure this went off without a hitch. “Are you OK, Mistress?” The door to the master bedroom opened a crack and George stuck his head in. “Everything is fine.” Kirsty replied almost robotically, “You can come in if you like.” George pushed the door fully open and stepped into the bedroom. He was dressed most unusually, he was wearing men’s clothes. Even the diaper underneath George’s pants was one of the thinnest they had in the house. The diaper would’ve been done away with entirely had George had the choice, unfortunately that wasn’t a choice he could make. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” George asked, “It’s clear you are on edge.” “I’ve already told you what you need to know.” Kirsty replied, “Just because you aren’t currently in the sissy role doesn’t mean you need to know everything I’m thinking.” “I just want to help.” George said quietly. “I know, sweetie.” Kirsty turned away from the mirror for the first time since George had entered, “And believe me you will help. This first bit is all me though.” “Can I at least know when whatever is going to happen… Is going to happen?” George asked. “In about…” Kirsty checked her phone again, “Five minutes.” George looked annoyed but he knew better than to vocalise those feelings. He took a deep breath and looked at the bedroom door, his Mistress being nervous made George feel very nervous. Usually it took a lot to rattle Kirsty and George was left with the feeling that if she was worried then something big was about to happen. Kirsty was looking at George through the reflection in the mirror. She took a deep steadying breath and forced a smile across her face, it wasn’t easy with all the tension she was feeling. “I can’t do this without you.” Kirsty said to George, “I don’t think we’ll need to get physical but if we do…” George didn’t need Kirsty to finish her sentence. He knew what she was saying, he was the muscle and if things got out of hand Kirsty needed him for whatever might happen. If Kirsty’s words were supposed to make him feel better it wasn’t working. He remained silent and still with a thousand thoughts whirling around his head. “If you want to help me...” Kirsty eventually said, “Go set the table for three.” “Three?” George replied with eyes narrowing, “But who…” “Sissy! I’m trying to give you the benefit of the doubt here and give you some grown up responsibilities!” Kirsty turned away from the mirror and marched across to George, “If you can’t do it then you can go put on your frilliest dress for dinner.” George certainly didn’t want to be dressed in his frilliest clothes if an unknown visitor was due. He reluctantly followed his instructions and left the bedroom, he walked straight downstairs and into the dining room. The smells of cooking filled the air as George started getting the cutlery out. The clock showed the time as just coming up to six o’clock. George was just setting up the last of the plates when the doorbell caused him to jump. He instinctively started moving towards the door but was stopped when he heard his Mistress hurrying down the stairs. George remained halfway between the dining room and the front door, he awkwardly stood on tiptoes to see who was at the door. “Hello.” Kirsty said formally as she opened the door, “Please come in.” George watched Kirsty step out of the way and then gasped as he saw Jack stepping inside. He seemed to have a permanent sneer on his face as he walked past Kirsty and saw George. The sissy was in shock at what was happening but saw Kirsty giving him a look of warning, whatever Kirsty had planned she didn’t want George reacting to their guest. “Where is she?” Jack asked quickly after a cursory look around the hallway. “Sarah will be here in a little bit.” Kirsty said as she walked past Jack and towards the dining room, “I’ve prepared a little meal if you’d like to come through.” Jack walked forwards until he reached George. The visitor stopped for a second and looked at the sissy with a confident smile. He quickly jolted his head forwards as if he was about to hit George causing the sissy to jump a little. “You go the jump on me last time.” Jack muttered, “But if you or your bitch try anything tonight I’ll make you both regret it.” George could feel rage filling him. He was physically shaking as Jack walked away and into the dining room leaving George alone in the hallway. The sissy was taking deep breaths to try and keep himself calm but it wasn’t easy at all. He wanted to shout and punch the wall. “George?” Kirsty’s voice called out from the dining room, “Could you serve dinner?” George was actually happy to receive an order from his Mistress since it meant he could focus on something other than his rage. He couldn’t pretend he knew what was happening but his desire and need to fulfil Kirsty’s wishes overrode everything else, he had to trust Kirsty implicitly. In the kitchen George turned off the stove top where he saw Kirsty had prepared a meal of spaghetti Bolognese. George got two large serving bowls out and emptied the meat into one and the spaghetti into the other. George walked through to the dining room with both bowls and placed them on the table. He was just about to sit down when Kirsty placed her hand on his arm. “Could you fetch us some drinks?” Kirsty asked, “There’s some nice wine in the fridge. Though Jack, would you prefer a beer?” “A beer sounds great.” Jack said with a smile. He was leaning back in his chair and giving off an air of owning the place, “Just the one though. I want to be sober for Sarah. I assume she’s come to her senses and is ditching that useless sack of a husband.” George yet again found himself having to swallow his anger as he turned away from the table. He didn’t like hearing this horrid bully talking about his friend like that. George didn’t know what was going on but he sincerely hoped Sarah wasn’t planning on getting with Jack again, the very idea made him seethe with anger. “Man, having a personal servant seems pretty cool.” Jack said with a chuckle, “I don’t suppose I could borrow him for a few weeks.” George shuddered as he heard Jack speak. He expected Kirsty to tell Jack off but instead he heard her laughing along with him. George was so confused about what was going on, he hoped Kirsty had a plan because he was starting to get some bad feelings about everything that was happening. When George returned to the drinks he found his Mistress and Jack chatting amicably. He was very confused as he put the drinks down and took his seat. He stared at both of his table guests as they served themselves food. If an observer was looking at the dinner table they would be forgiven for thinking that this was a normal meal. The conversation between Jack and Kirsty was easy and on relatively mundane topics, George stayed mostly quiet and only grunted a yes or no when appropriate. He really wanted a moment alone with Kirsty but knew it wasn’t coming, his trust of her was being stretched to the limit. “When’s Sarah getting here?” Jack asked. Maybe George was seeing things but he looked a little glassy eyed as if he had been drinking all night. “In a little bit.” Kirsty replied as she sipped her wine, “She has to get Nick ready for bed and everything.” “Ha!” Jack let out a loud bark of a laugh, “Stupid baby…” George was definitely not imagining things now. Jack’s speech was becoming a little slurred and he was even swaying a little. Kirsty was watching him like a hawk. “You know… I thought you were a bitch.” Jack slurred drunkenly, “But getting Sarah to come here to get with me… You’re alright!” “Thanks.” Kirsty said sharply. Her mouth was quickly twisting into a thin-lipped smile, “Drink up.” Jack laughed again as he picked up his beer. He held it up to his face for a second as his eyes fell out of focus. His face seemed to suddenly slacken and his grip on his drink relaxed, the can slipped from his grasp and fell to the table spilling the alcohol within over the table and on to himself. For a few seconds Jack was completely still before his eyes closed and he toppled over forwards. He landed face first in what was left of his now cool dinner. The sauce remaining on the plate splattered over the table and Jack’s face. George stared open mouthed at the sudden collapse wondering if the visitor had suddenly had a stroke or something. He looked to Kirsty who was still leaning back in her chair and sipping her wine with a smile. Whatever had just happened it certainly didn’t seem to concern Kirsty. “Could you check his pulse for me, sissy?” Kirsty said without any hurry. George stood up as his mouth still hung open. He walked around the table and held a couple of fingers to Jack’s neck, he felt the heartbeat and counted along in his head. “His pulse is normal.” George eventually said, “Now do you want to tell me what the heck is going on!?” “Help me get him upstairs.” Kirsty said as she stood up. George realised he wasn’t going to get an answer so he defaulted to what he always did: He obeyed his Mistress. He stood up and put his arms underneath the unconscious man’s shoulders. He half-lifted and half-dragged the well-muscled man out of the kitchen chair and out towards the stairs. George did his best to manhandle Jack up the stairs and into the nursery. Kirsty had followed them up making sure Jack wasn’t dropped before closing the door to the nursery behind them all. “Mistress… I don’t know what’s going on but this doesn’t seem legal.” George said hesitantly as he laid Jack on the floor. The unconscious man’s head lulled to the side. “Trust me.” Kirsty said, “He’s not going to be telling anyone what happens here.” George looked concerned but Kirsty continued regardless. Once Jack was down on the floor she took a pair of scissors from a nearby shelf and crouched down next to the unconscious man. She cut Jack’s shirt from the bottom to the top and then ripped it off exposing his muscles. She removed the belt and pulled it away and then cut the trousers up. Soon Jack was naked on the floor with his underpants cut off like everything else. Kirsty flicked Jack’s limp penis and giggled. She pinched the end and held it up before putting the scissors right next to it. “Mistress, no!” George practically screamed. “Relax.” Kirsty said with a snide smile, “I’m only joking. There’ll be no permanent damage to this jackass.” George was still very anxious about everything that was happening and knew that by being here and not helping Jack he was just as guilty of his Mistress. He had placed all his trust in her. “Grab me your thickest, pinkest and most sissy nappy.” Kirsty ordered her George. George automatically followed orders and he hurried over to the drawers. In the centre of the top drawer was the nappy that Kirsty wanted. It was one of George’s favourites and despite the craziness of the situation he felt a tinge of jealousy that Jack was getting one of his better nappies. “On your way back bring me your frilliest dress.” Kirsty called over. --- The light hurt his eyes. The man couldn’t remember anything, he even felt unsure about his own name. He tried to turn away from the light but found himself restricted. His arms were bound forcing him to stay on his back. Everything felt hazy and confusion fought fear over control of his brain. Jack! that was his name. He felt like a fog had descended over his brain and it was slowly lifting, he was slowly remembering more and more. Jack tried rolling over again. His body felt stronger but he was still tied down. His eyes were still closed as he pulled against the binds that attached him to the bars of the crib. A voice in his head told him this wasn’t a normal situation to be in but he was still too dazed and confused to work out why. More and more sensations were returning to Jack and he slowly started to feel like he was clothed but not in what he had worn earlier. His lower arms and lower legs felt bare but his chest and waist were definitely covered though he didn’t recognise the material that felt silky smooth against him. There was something strange going on with his waist, he could feel something heavy against it and the plastic on the outside was rubbing against the very top of his thighs. With a supreme effort Jack slowly opened his eyes. The light blinded him but slowly he adjusted as his eyes came out of the darkness. He felt his strength returning and he moved his arms and legs more and more to try and pull against whatever was tying him down. His brain started to clear up and he started remembering things. Jack remembered getting a text message from Sarah giving him an address and asking to meet there in the evening. It had been Kirsty’s house and he remembered going in and getting ready to meet Sarah, he expected her to grovel and beg for him to get together with her again. He remembered dinner and then everything went black. Jack’s eyes were blurry and he could only see vague colours. He was looking up at a ceiling which was coming increasingly into focus. His eyes saw things closer to him, he saw bars around him and a colourful plastic thing spinning above him, he suddenly realised that whatever was above him was making a tinkling sound. It was a mobile. An object designed to pacify infants and send them off to sleep. A switch clicked inside Jack’s head and he suddenly realised where he was. “Wha-… No!” Jack shook his head as he loudly exclaimed into silence. Jack raised his head using all the energy he felt. He looked down at his body with wide eyes and shook his head in disbelief. He saw a sea of white and pink frills, he saw soft satin clothing hugging his body and then flaring out at his waist. It was a dress! As the gears started spinning and the synapses started firing Jack realised what the heavy feeling on his crotch was. He couldn’t see it but he knew he was in a diaper, this was confirmed when he tried kicking his legs and he heard crinkling. “What the fuck is happening!?” Jack screamed into the silent room as panic started to flood his system and adrenaline surged through his veins, “Get me out of this queer shit!” Jack struggled more but he was very securely tied down. He had one final flourish where he tried throwing his body side to side but in the end he had made no headway and he laid on the mattress panting as sweat formed on his forehead. “Sarah told you about my interests, I’m guessing.” Kirsty spoke for the first time and made Jack jump as he scanned the room outside the bars, “Trust me, you aren’t going to escape those knots.” Jack couldn’t see Kirsty until he heard footsteps and she walked up to the crib from behind the headboard. She looked down at him from above and was smiling in a way that made Jack’s skin crawl. “Get me out of this thing, bitch!” Jack shouted venomously. “Temper, temper…” Kirsty clucked her tongue and waved an admonishing finger, “It’s that nasty little temper that got you into trouble.” “Let. Me. Go!” Jack’s voice was lowered but only because he was hissing through clenched teeth. “I will.” Kirsty said happily, “When you have learnt your lesson and paid for your sins.” “I’ll call the police!” Jack threatened as he pulled on the ropes holding him down again, “I swear to God I will get you and that queer boyfriend of yours thrown into jail. I’m sure the men would love a man like your fa-” Jack was suddenly cut off as Kirsty reached over the bars and delivered a slap to Jack’s face. He looked stunned but Kirsty withdrew her hand and continued like everything was normal. She sighed and shook her head. “Clearly there’s a lot of work to be done.” Kirsty sighed, “Oh well, I do like a challenge. I’m going to leave you to think about things and recover for a little bit and then we can see how we might turn you into a productive member of society. Have a good rest, baby.” Kirsty turned to leave and started sauntering slowly to the door. She seemed to be emphasising every movement as she moved. “Wait! Come back!” Jack called quite desperately, “Stop!” Kirsty turned when she reached the doorway and gave Jack a little wave before closing the door and leaving Jack alone in the nursery.

I just find it ridiculous when people say this. I’m a parent. Everyone knows, almost immediately. It’s absurd to pretend otherwise. People just have no idea what to say to you. If you really do this all the time you’re surrounded by people who know you do it, many of whom are probably either embarrassed or offended by it. I side with those who think it’s inexcusable to put this onto others for your own pleasure. Yes, babies do it every day and so do people who are medically incontinent. And people who are neither of those things aren’t playing by the same rules.

5.) "Looozyy!! Anni is wet…." "Izzy is wet, too! She's such a baby!" "Not as much as you are!" "Uhhuh!" "Nuhuh!" "UhHUH!""Loozy!! Anni is being mean to me…" The two of them were in their living room, playing with a large tub of plastic building bricks, many of which were now all over the floor. …….I hate everything. "Alright, come on… let's get you cleaned up…" Things I'd say to a child, but not the same tone. I needed to stop. I needed to see this as anything else. A normal babysitting job… "Let's go this way." Thankfully, I remembered where the changing stations were. The two girls hurried after Luzy, giggling and swinging their hand-in-hand grip as they were led down the hall to their nursery where there was a changing table. "Do you like kids, Loozy?" "Mamma said she likes kids, dummy…" "I'm not a dummy, you're a dummy!" "You're a dummy dumdum poop banana!" "Ewww, Anni…" …they certainly acted like children… "Yeah, I like kids…" Their brand of kid, however, was another story. We went into the room just off the kitchen, where a changing table stood against the wall. I pulled open the drawers under the table to find the diapers. And holy crap. They were huge…. "Uh… whichever one… up on the table." They both looked at each other. I sighed. "Anni - on the table. Come on, come on!" The moment the girl’s voice took on something even resembling playfulness, the two ersatz-toddlers lit up brightly and Anibella climbed up the step-stool and shuffled into place on the changing table, her thumb slipping between her lips contentedly. Ister watcher her sister, gently swaying side to side, and then pointed to the opened drawer of diapers. "The pink ones are for bedtime,” she offered, helpfully. "Thanks…" She was just like any other girl. Any other child. This wasn't weird. Just change her. Move on. That's that. Okay. Good. Fine. "Lay back for me, okay?" She did. I took the pink diaper out from under the cabinet and looked it over. This thing was way too big for her. Was it even a diaper? I unfolded it slowly, watching it morph from the square of plastic into a real article of clothing. "Powder too." Ister offered, as much for her own benefit as that of her sister, and importantly much more for the sake of Luzy doing a good job and being allowed to stay here. It was always so jarring finding new help here, and Ister had a particular fondness for this girl. "…right…" I pulled the powder out next. Getting the girl out of her pajamas was one thing, but it was another when I noticed she was naked. Of course she was naked. A baby wouldn't wear a bra. But a baby didn't have boobs… "Um… do you wanna cover up or…" I was trying so hard not to look. This was the weirdest moment of my life... "Did I do something bad?" Anibella whined, looking at her sister, and at her new caretaker with a look of fraught distress and concern, and completely and obviously oblivious to the idea that she her breasts were something she should be keeping private. "N-never mind, just… put this on over here…" I draped the footed pajamas, finally off the girl, over her chest. I sighed, relaxing a moment, before noticing the diaper. It was white, swelled, and yellow. It wasn't as big as the pink one - that was clear - but it was so big on such a small girl. I felt my stomach flip. Fuck… "S-sit still…" "Uhhuh~" Her tone was melodious as she lay there serenely on the changing bed, her thumb back between her mouth and a content look on her face."Do you know how to change diapers, Loozy? Mamma can show you if you don't know how, she's really good at it. Our old sitter wasn't very good, though… or very nice." "I can do it." She didn't have to patronize me like that. I untaped the diaper professionally, and then hesitated. Was I supposed to lift her feet. How could I even lift her feet? She was as tall as I was! I took a deep breath and did my best. Treat her like a real baby. I pulled the diaper down first, trying very hard not to look at her body, and grabbed her ankles. I pushed them up over her head with surprising ease. A little further, and the diaper came out from under her. Huh. That wasn't so bad… Anibella was compliant, and she probably presented less of a fuss at changing times than most actual babies. Maybe because she'd been conditioned to enjoy the moment, or more likely because it meant getting a stuffed wad of pee-soaked cotton away from her delicate bits. Maybe it was a combination of both. "You're so good at this, Loozy~" "Thanks," I muttered. Honestly, it wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it would be. Of course, my mind was changed when it came to actually putting the diaper on her. I lifted her legs and pushed the diaper under her bottom, but when I set her back down, it wasn't proper at all. I tried two more times, and finally tugged the diaper into place. I pulled the tapes over sideways, plopping them in place. But all in all, it didn't look very good… "All in all, that doesn't look very good." Ister frowned slightly, inspecting the diapering job that the new sitter had done on her kind-of-sibling. "The tapes should be in the same spots… and it should be tighter here, and here, or she'll leak. And that's icky…" "Hey! Is not!" "You should do it again, or Mamma will make you do it again anyway." "I'm sorry I don't know how to diaper a goddamn eighteen year old…" I was not happy. The only thing I hated more than being forced to be the charge of two people nearly my age was doing it incompetently. I took a lot of pride in what I was good at. "Why don't you just be smaller?" "The way you did that diaper, she needs to be bigger." "Ugh… just… lay back down." So goddamn stupid. Ister watched dutifully, even… protectively, as Luzy made her second attempt. Anibella, meanwhile, was significantly less critical. Mostly because she was just lost in her own happy space. "You should pull it down in the middle a little more… nuhuh, nuhuh no no, not there, there." "You do it!" "I'm not old enough." "Oh my god…" I pinched the girl's ass hard, hard enough for her to jump. With her butt off the table for a second I moved the diaper into a proper fucking place and pulled it between her legs. "THERE! FINALLY." It wasn't great. But it would do. "See! See! That's right, that's right, she's just a baby and you gotta be assertive." Ister was excited, but Luzy looked at her with a death glare and she just grinned to herself and clamped her hands behind her back, clearly pleased with herself. "It's good that you did Anni first, 'cause she's the bigger wetterer." "Get on the damn table…" Anni stepped off and Ister climbed on. I pushed her down onto the table a little too aggressively. Honestly, she bothered me. She shouldn't be so critical! Same as the first girl, I took her out of the sleeper and covered her chest with it. Anni, it seemed, had gone to find something to wear. Good. I didn't need to be seeing her naked body. There was a night and day difference once the girl was on the table. Her thumb went to her mouth and she blushed warmly, looking up at the ceiling as her diaper was peeled away. Criticism replaced with cute expressions and blank looks and the sound of lips sucking on skin. I changed her much the same way. One exception - I didn't pinch her. "Lift your butt." "…but…" "Yes. Your butt. Up." She complied. She was unhappy about it. I didn't care. I wasn't here to make her happy. I was here because I had to be. And guess what? I didn't fuck up! See. I was good at my job. "Wanna wear these jamjams." Anibella had a pair of pink padded panties and a raincoat in her hand, and one brightly colored gumboot on her foot — the wrong foot, too. Her voice was small, and meek, but also self-assured as much as a child would ever be — this was what happened when she was left to her own devices. "If she gets to pick her own I wanna pick my own!" “Fine." They both stared at me. Like I'd said something stupid. Like I was the one that suggested they wear rainboots to bed. Then they looked at each other. "Fine. You can wear that. Come on - I'll help you into it." I cared very little what kids slept in, as long as they were happy. And maybe this was a good thing. Maybe they would act their age. The assertion melted into a confident smile as Anibella stood there and handed the clothes to Luzy, waiting to be dressed over her diaper. Ister had left the room to find her own clothes to wear, and both were clearly very pleased with the freedom they were afforded by their new sitter. "No the raincoat has to button at the back…" "Of course it does." I helped the girl into the coat, thankfully covering up her chest. I buttoned up the back and slid the padded panties up her legs. This was hands down the weirdest day of my life. Definitely the weirdest job. "Now, are you sure this is what you wanna wear? If it is, you can't change." Luckily, they didn't have school. I could treat them how I treated all my "I don't need a babysitter!" charges. "…well…" Anni pouted thoughtfully, running her hands down over the plastic covering her chest "Is a little itchy on my," instead of saying breasts or boobs or even chest, the girl simply patted down the front of her chest to indicate location. It was striking just how remarkably juvenile she was. "Well if you'd like to pick a different outfit, now might be the time. Before I button this up." She just stared at me, then pouted. And away she walked. That's the thing - give kids the power to make their own choices, they'll make the right ones. "I wanna wear this." Ister was in the hall with a very very pretty dress in her hands, and she held it out to Luzy contemplatively, and smiled shyly. It was definitely gorgeous and very age appropriate to their behavior, but it wasn't the kind of dress you could sleep in. "Where is Anni going? Is she in trouble?" "She wants to pick something else to wear." I took the dress from the girl and looked it over. She would not be happy sleeping in this. "You sure this is what you want to wear? Once you put it on, you can't change your mind." "I wanna be pretty for you… so you'll wanna come back and look after us again. And Mamma says that being pretty isn't everything, but sometimes it's something and that's not nothing." It was an interesting angle she'd taken, dressing to impress the girl she'd decided was her best friend. This was just the only way she knew how to show her affections. …oh jeeze. I sighed and looked down at the dress, then at the girl. We were nearly the same height, though she wasn't wearing any clothes. Her breasts were… actually really nice. It made me a little self-conscious. I did my best not to look at them. “Well, I think pajamas are the cutest, personally… but if you wanna wear this…" "…I wanna wear the cutest." Izzy nodded her head after careful consideration, and it seemed as though her ideas and opinions were just as flexible and malleable as any other girl-who-still-wore-diapers. "You're gonna stay? Be our new sitter? I think that would be nice, 'cause then Mamma will be able to go back to work… and you're really nice." "…I don't think so, sweetie." I'd given up on the idea of knowing Izzy. Truth be told, I'd remember a personality like this until the day I died. I still didn't know who she reminded me of, but it didn't really matter anymore. "I'm sorry. I have important things to do. I have school, and I have another job. But maybe I'll visit." I wouldn't. "It's okay, you don't have to lie. Mamma has had other people try out, and other people who think the same about us as you think about us." Izzy used the same tone that kids use when they're tackling adult topics that they don't strictly understand the full degree of. "Mamma said you were different, is all." That I was different? She shouldn't lie to people like that, especially not kids. Assuming she really did treat them like kids… "Sorry…" It was all I could offer the girl. Just a half-assed apology… "Go get some pajamas. Anything you want. And then come back, alright?" ~~~~~ Thanks for reading! Like, comment, and check out our Patreon!

Aviation

Mandy realized the spanking didn't seem to affect him even though she spanked hard and stood him up on his feet and pulled his pants down to his ankles right there with all the kids watching. She started laughing at his underwear which was childish for his age and gave the impression that he was just a little boy in his training pants. "Doesn't Thomas have really cute undies everyone?," while kids start laughing and drawing attention to Thomas. Mandy bends Thomas over her knee to continue the spanking on the almost naked boy.

I do the same thing. Sometimes, I'll dump it in my messy diaper. I don't do it for protection. I do it because I'm crazy mad about the smell of baby powder and poopy diapers. There's an association from my childhood from being around toddlers in poppy diapers with lots of baby powder. Years ago people really used a lot of the traditional Johnson and Johnson's baby powder in diapers. I have always loved the smell. To be more specific: I think it smells best when the diaper has only a few smell nuggets of poop with tons of baby powder. So you end up smelling mostly the powder with just a hint of a stinky smell.

Awakenings: Day 1: Part 2 Rachel was now approaching the university campus, she walked down a moderately busy street filled with a steady flow of students heading towards the campus. Rachel could see part of the campus ahead of her. Four tall modern looking buildings covered in glass and steal at the end of the street bordering an intersection. One of the buildings stands out from the others as it looks more like a domed sail than a blocky rectangular tower. The others though had sleek angles and curves more equated with a hypercar than a building. This helped to make them blend in with the centre dome and not contrast as much. As Rachel neared the campus she stopped to take in the marvelous construction. Turning in place looking up at the buildings none of them massive in size at most only eight floors but to her it was still impressive and artistic. At the base of the buildings the road continued to wind its way through the campus splitting off at the intersection. There was a bit more greenery and small grassy areas with shrubs beyond the main part of the campus. Outside the domed building was a statue of a big bald man in a suit looking out at the sky. Rachel walked over to it to admire it. She looks up at the figure and down towards the plaque Infront of it. 'The Churchill campus was designed by building design students and completed in 2017 and opened to students later in the same year. Rachel walks through the doors and into the large atrium space that is designed to great visitors and students as they walk in and provide easy access to important information. The space is sleek and white with purple accents from the chairs and sofas scattered about the place. Rachel walks up to an information board and starts browsing for her room. As she is doing this a girl is walking into the lobby not really paying attention to her surroundings distracted by her phone. She is wearing jeans, T-Shirt and a denim jacket. She has long blue and purple hair tied into two braided pigtails. She bumps into Rachel sending Rachel off balance and knocking herself to the floor. She looks up at Rachel up on hitting the floor. "Whoa could you be more careful please?" Rachel says not wanting to sound angry over what happened. "Hey sorry I don't make a habit of bumping into cute girls… I mean people… I mean I don't make a habit of hitting people… by ugh walking into them this girl says. Rachel looks at her confused as she dusts herself off. "Urgh sorry I am kinda awkward with new people. I am Sophie sorry for bumping into you kinda distracted didn't see you." "It's okay try and be more careful might hurt yourself or someone else next time. Oh and I am Rachel." "I will try to remember the advice. Which room are you in?" "LT3" "Same come with me I can show you where it is. I got a sister that just graduated she showed me campus layout and where important things are." Sophie starts to walk off, despite the way they ran into each other Rachel follows her since she appears to know where things are. end of part two: yes it's short that's down to my issues with dyslexia and dyspraxia. This is the second part of an arch that will last 5-6 parts all about Rachel's first day at university.

I feel safe and secure waking up in a dry bed when I wear a diaper at bedtime. I have a weak bladder so I have no choice. But waking up in a warm wet diaper feels so good. Plus I love the crinkly noise my diaper makes when I turn over in the bed Sent from my moto e5 plus using Tapatalk Same here Sent from my moto e5 plus using Tapatalk Alice you can PM me if you want to Sent from my moto e5 plus using Tapatalk

In 1976, the Cosmetic, Toiletry, and Fragrances Association (CTFA), which is the trade association representing the cosmetic and personal care products industry, issued voluntary guidelines stating that all talc used in cosmetic products in the United States should be free from detectable amounts of asbestos according to their standards. Many companies don't tell you what's in their products, so be careful with what you put on your butt people. Cancer is a serious thing and i don't wanna see my fellow diaper lovers getting sick. I love my Desitin and have worn it since i was a teen.

Get some boric acid powder. It’s sold in many stores as roach powder. I got a few pounds from amazon several years back. Use with caution. Cover hands and face. It will dry out the bugs. They are there for the moisture. They can walk through it and then they get water and it really dries them out. They can’t consume enough water to counter the powder. It is surprisingly non toxic to humans as long as you only use a small amount. It used to be in medicated foot powder but no longer. If it gets wet it will harden and be less harmful to bugs. It’s good for roaches, bed bugs, ants, all exoskeleton creatures. You’ll read up about it. Good luck.

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If someone want's to be incontinent that's their business. For myself I just warn about the issues that are going a come up from being diapered 24/7 and how it will impact someones life in ways they can't imagine yet. I understand why someone who's incontinent might be annoyed at an ABDL trying to become incontinent, and it's not about the ABDL it's about themselves. They don't want to be incontinent yet someone who isn't incon is going to throw away the thing this incontinent person wants more then anything.

I would say use a better trash bag, and I would also with poop, use some cheap brand of zip loc type bag. That can get expensive but if the poop is sealed up tight you may still get flies but I would think that would seal up enough. I do know between our dog poop, and my pee diapers our can gets smelly after a week, we have a weekly trash pick up service.

In my neighborhood we knew that the kids down the street were bed wetters because the always smelled like pee. I had a friend that was my age of 12 and his brother 9 that were chronic bed wetters and made no effort to hide it. His brother always had wet pants during the day and when you went in to their room they would often still have peed in sheets on theiir beds and his brothers peed soaked undies were on the floor. Bed wetting ran in their family and so it was treated as a normal thing. When we went camping with them their parents would hang their pee soaked sleeping bags on a clothes line to dry. My younger cousin wet his bed until he was eight or nine. The curious thing was that most all the bed wetters I knew did not use diapers, they just peed the bed.

Amen to corn !!

I don't know about you guys, but I love when it gets in my nooks and crannies !! It feels warm and awesome to me.. a good hot bath and good as new. Play time is great. At times it's better than sex, and the orgasms are shuddering !!

Message me and we can talk. Thanks K

By the time your in your late 50s or older nobody really cares. Wetting products are now so commonplace that nobody bats an eyelash when I buy supplies. I sometimes joke with friends when Im out drinking that I won't have another drink because it'll make me pee the bed. They just laugh. One recently responded by asking "And will that be different from any other night?" I had another beer.

Chapter Four: “Hello?” Elma poked her head in the front door. She had been knocking for five minutes and no one answered. It was late in the afternoon - maybe they were out? But when she turned the handle, the door was unlocked. Elma had been trying to bring Lady Tohru home to the dragon world for months, with little success. Tohru’s weird fixation with humans - specifically Miss Kobayashi - had led Elma and Tohru into combat more than once. But today she wasn’t looking to start trouble. She was just wondering if she could come over for dinner… “Hello?” she said again, taking her first step into the foyer. Down the hall, she could already see the weird metallic shine of the machine. But Elma didn’t understand the true situation until she saw the scene in front of her. The living room was sectioned off with large bars, from floor to ceiling. Behind them, sleeping on colorful foam tiles, was Kanna Kamui, the child dragon. Beside her, her friends from school: Saikawa and Shouta. But all three children were dressed strangely. Shouta - a boy, by admission - was wearing a frilly pink dress. And all three of them had thick diapers on display, with yellow discoloration between their legs. “What’s going on here?” Elma said softly to herself. Why would these three be dressed like babies? Then something else caught her eye. Along the back wall, nearly naked and suspended in the air, was Lady Tohru herself. Though she wasn’t asleep, she had a glossy far-away look in her eyes and the skin between her thighs was glistening wet. Elma stared blankly at Tohru, then at Lucoa, who was in the same situation. Why would two powerful creatures like them stay tied up? Why didn’t they break free? Then a thought struck Elma: maybe Tohru couldn’t break free! Maybe that tape around her was magical or something. And if Tohru couldn’t fight back… Elma could finally bring her back to the dragon world! Elma excitedly searched for the door into the large playpen, but she couldn’t seem to find one. She tried to squeeze through the bars, but even Kanna couldn’t make it through. With irritation, Elma turned her attention to the machine. She pushed a button and the screen turned on. “Okay, so this thing can probably get me inside, right? There must be a way…” Elma fumbled with the buttons, but she had even less experience with technology than Tohru. Soon, it brought her to a totally different screen and she couldn’t figure out how to get back to the start. In a panic, she hit all the buttons at once. With a loud clank, the door into the machine opened and the conveyer belt started to move. The clank was loud enough to wake up all five prisoners: the two milk maids and the three babies. Kanna rubbed her eyes sleepily and Lucoa pouted in annoyance. But Tohru was the first one to see what had happened. Elma stood on the other side of the bars, staring at her. “What do you think you’re doing here?” Tohru asked angrily. “I’m coming to take you back to the dragon world!” Elma shot back. “And you’re tied up, you can’t fight back.” Suddenly, it dawned on Tohru exactly what Elma was planning. If she went into that machine, she’d be trapped just like the rest of them! “Elma, no! Don’t go in there!” But Elma’s decision had been made. With resolve, she climbed onto the conveyer belt and disappeared into the machine. Tohru’s stomach sank, as all hope for her escape swirled down the drain. Miss Kobayashi would come home and find her like this, nearly naked, with tender nipples… Tohru felt something she hadn’t felt in a long while: embarrassment. Given Elma’s ample breast size, everyone expected her to be strung up with Tohru and Lucoa. But after a few minutes, the conveyer belt dropped her on the floor wearing nothing but a thick white diaper and a bib tied around her neck. The bib barely covered her Elma’s breasts, and the diaper itself was so much bigger than the ones Kanna, Saikawa, and Shouta were wearing. It was surreal, seeing someone so mature and adult dressed as a helpless baby. Tohru shook her head in disbelief. “Elma,” Tohru said sharply, trying to draw her attention. But when Elma looked over at the bound dragon, her eyes seemed… different. Dizzy. Far-away. Elma fished between her legs, until she found a large pacifier on the floor, and popped it in her mouth with a happy giggle. Tohru and Lucoa watched, mortified, as their friend crawled across to Kanna and the other children. Elma sat down, picked up one of the dolls, and started to play with it. She didn’t argue. She didn’t protest. Then, from a distance, Tohru saw a light yellow spot spread on the diaper between her thighs. “It’s like she became a real baby,” Tohru said in horror. “But how?” “I don’t know,” Lucoa admitted. “I’ve never seen anything like this.” Then, suddenly, the suction cups on Lucoa’s breasts fell off. She let out a sigh of relief as the cold air brushed against her sensitive nipples. But her relief was short-lived. The hook that held her to the wall slid back toward the machine, setting Lucoa on the conveyer belt next to the machine. The door into the machine opened and the conveyer belt started to move in reverse, taking her inside. “Lucoa!” Tohru shouted after her. “Tohr—“ The door to the machine slammed shut. Tohru stared at the door with panic in her chest. Even the pleasurable feelings of the suction cups couldn’t distract Tohru from her anxiety. “Kanna,” Tohru said sternly. “Turn into your dragon form right now! Break out of this place and save us!” Unfortunately, Tohru still couldn’t turn into a dragon. Whatever they had done to her in that machine was preventing her transformation. Kanna looked up at Tohru with a pout and shook her head. “I’m a baby, Lady Tohru. Not a dragon.” “Kanna, this isn’t funny! That machine did something to Elma and it might do the same thing to—“ The door to the machine opened with a loud clank. Maybe Lucoa had escaped. Maybe she got out the other side and she could turn this machine off. But all Tohru’s hopes were dashed when the conveyer belt ushered Lucoa into the playpen, dressed just the same as Elma, with a pacifier in her mouth. “No…” Tohru whispered in shock. Lucoa looked up at her with those same dizzy, far-away eyes and giggled behind her pacifier. Tohru watched in horror as the front of Lucoa’s diaper started to change color. Fresh tears appeared in Tohru’s eyes, shaking her head back and forth. “No, no, no, no! Kanna! Kanna, please! You have to save us!” Saikawa looked nervously up at Tohru and addressed her best friend. “Kanna, maybe we should break out…” “I dunno,” Shouta called from the other end of the playpen. He took Lucoa’s pacifier from her lips and she started to cry. “I kinda like them like this.” Saikawa puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. “But we have to do something!” “No we don’t,” Kanna said simply. “We’re babies.” Saikawa and Shouta looked at their cute loli friend, then at the two grown women in wet diapers. They had to make a decision. Suddenly, the hook suspending Tohru in the air started to move toward the machine. “Kanna! You’re not a baby! You can’t keep pretending!” The hook set Tohru down on the conveyer belt. Tears dripped down her cheeks in panic. “KANNA!” Kanna looked up at Lady Tohru, the woman she had looked up to for so many years. She was crying and begging for Kanna’s help. To help Lady Tohru in her time of need was always a dream of Kanna’s, but now… now… “I want this,” Kanna said quietly. “I’m not a baby, but I wanna be. I want it more than anything…” Saikawa sat down next to Kanna and wrapped her arm around her best friend. “Then you can have it. You can have anything you want and I’ll always be here for you.” “Yeah,” Shouta spoke up. “Me too. Even if it’s weird, and I don’t really want it, I’m your friend and I’ll always be here for you.” Tohru looked at Kanna with tear-filled eyes, astonished. Kanna wanted this more than Kanna wanted anything. Maybe it wasn’t fair for Tohru to stand in the way of that. The conveyer belt pulled Tohru out of Kanna’s line of sight, and then the door closed behind her, leaving her trapped in the machine. The screen on the wall turned on and a swirl of color started to spin. Tohru’s eyes were drawn to it. She couldn’t look away. “Maybe Kanna’s right,” Tohru said to herself, as she watched the swirling color. “Maybe responsibility just isn’t worth it. I’m supposed to be Miss Kobayashi’s maid. I’m supposed to clean her apartment and wash her clothes. But it’s been months, and she doesn’t seem to care about me the same way I care about her.” The swirl of color turned and spun the other way. Tohru’s eyes started to droop. “Maybe… maybe if I were her baby, she would love me. If I was just a little, helpless girl… she would take care of me.” New colors appeared in the swirl. “I dun wanna be a big girl… I dun wan’ ‘sponsibility. I wanna be a baby…” The screen shut off and Tohru had one final thought. “I am a baby.” Epilogue: Miss Kobayashi stood in front of the machine with her arms crossed over her chest. On the other side of the playpen bars, three grown women were sitting in very full diapers and an awful odor filled the air. Even as Miss Kobayashi stared at them, they didn’t seem to notice or care. Whatever had happened, those three were lost causes. Kobayashi looked down at the three kids. Shouta hid shyly behind Saikawa, wearing a frilly pink dress with a diaper sagging between his legs. Saikawa scratched her head nervously, looking down at her yellow diaper in embarrassment. But Kanna stood alert and attentive, greeting Kobayashi with a smile. “Welcome home!” But Kobayashi wasn’t in a very smily mood. She let out a long, deep sigh and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Kanna,” she said slowly. “What happened here?” “I’m a baby now,” Kanna explained, in a simple way only a child could. Then, as if saying it wasn’t enough, she balled her hands at her sides and bent over. She squeezed her eyes tight and grunted. Miss Kobayashi watched in disbelief as Kanna pushed the mess into the seat of her diaper, which expanded out to absurd proportions. It was a miracle the thing stayed taped on her hips! Maybe dragons just go more, Kobayashi thought. When Kanna was done, and the aroma of her infantile act filled the room, she smiled happily. Relieved. Finally, she was a real baby! “Okay then,” Kobayashi told her. “Being a baby is clearly very important to you, and I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of your happiness. If you want to be a baby, then you can be.” Kanna’s eyes lit up, bright and happy. She ran to the playpen bars to hug her caregiver, but there was no way out. Rolling her eyes, Miss Kobayashi went to the machine and input a few codes until a gate opened. Kanna bolted out and jumped into Kobayashi’s arms, who just barely caught her. “Woah, hey! Slow down!” “I’m just so happy,” Kanna said into Kobayashi’s shirt, hugging her as tight as her little body would allow. Kobayashi smiled and patted the little girl on the head. Then she looked into the playpen once more at the other five babies. “Well… I sure do have a big mess to clean up.” [End.] ~~~~~~~ Thank you for reading! 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Get a can of some really good bug and insect killing spray, then really spray your can full of the bug killer, and I mean over do it! With the lid closed,that should let it build up and permeate the trash can for many days and stop it, or at least kill any bugs that get into your trash can.

Put a weight on the lid and make sure it sits flush when closed Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk

In a diaper, yes of course! Mostly diapered in bed before sleeping, right after a good wetting. Cum, pass out and fall asleep totally relaxed ?

It felt good sharing with my best friend that I wear diapers today. He was not judgemental in any way and I was able to share much more than simply explaining I am incontinent. He was all about what makes me happy and comfortable. It still is never an easy talk to have particularly when someone looks up to you but it really bothered me that he was the only one in my inner circle that did not know.

Chris the Clever Boarder Chapter 17 More weeks passed. Then some more. Life at Abigail's house had settled into something of a routine for Chris and the women around him. Chris would wake and after a shower or bath, he'd be changed into a fresh diaper and either play in his room, go downstairs and play with Anna or otherwise amuse himself. He'd be fed or changed as required, and sometimes enjoy suckling Abigail or Gwen if they had the time. From time to time, Chris entertained vague thoughts of going 'back home', but increasinlgy, the concept of 'home' meant less to him, as his present surroundings began to constitute 'home' in his mind. Similarly, his thoughts of his life as a young adult had first become thoughts of 'when I was big' and were now only a vague idea that things had been different once. Reality was a powerful influence on his perception of himself. He was diapered at night and during the day, and no longer used the toilet like the bigger people he lived with. He was completely reliant on the three women in the house. They helped him dress, eat and even move around. Apart from his diaper forcing him to waddle, he wasn't as steady on his feet as he had been, and invariably held someone's hand if he needed to walk around. Anna was right. He was three years old. He was a toddler. One afternoon, he'd been playing with his dolls on the living room floor, when Gwen had called him. She was sitting on the sofa at the far end of the living room. Chris had begun to stand up, but after spending an hour or so on the floor, he was unsteady and missing his footing, he fell back on his padded bottom. He was a little shocked, and Gwen laughed at his surprise. He looked so cute sitting open-mouthed on his diapered behind, still clutching his favourite doll. 'Don't get up, honey,' said Gwen. 'Just stay on the floor and come over here.' Chris was unsure what she meant, but he put one arm forward, then one knee. He grinned. It was a lot easier than trying to balance on one foot after the other, and almost as quick. 'Well done, baby!' said Gwen as Chris crawled the few metres to the sofa in short order, and sat looking up at Gwen. 'Good girl!' Gwen added. The women often referred to Chris as a girl. He didn't mind. In fact, he liked it. It felt right; he was a girl. He certainly wasn't a boy. He agreed with Anna that boys were awful. She'd pointed out boys in pictures in books and on TV. They had ugly short, often spiky hair, and they didn't wear anything pretty but had horrible, plain clothes in ugly colours. They shouted a lot too. Since Gwen had made the suggestion that day, Chris crawled rather than walked whenever he could. Even outside, playing on the lawn with Anna, he now crawled from place to place. He could see that Anna walked like Abigail and Gwen, but they were all bigger and better at it than he was. So Chris sat expectantly in front of Gwen. He liked being with Auntie Gwen. On this occasion, Anna was at school and Auntie Abigail was at the shop. Gwen had changed Chris not long before and fed him his lunch. 'Would you like a cuddle, honey?' asked Gwen, moving some cushions on the sofa to make room for Chris. Grinning, Chris clambered onto the sofa as Gwen undid the top buttons of her blouse and made Chris comfortable against her near term tummy. Soon Chris was happily suckling on Gwen's big, soft breast. He closed his eyes, and as always, was transported into a fuzzy world where there was only Gwen's breast, his lips, and his thoughts of comfort and security. Gwen rested her hand on Chris's padded crotch, and smiled as she felt the spreading warmth beneath her fingertips. She moved her other hand to the taut denim covering her own, less padded pubic mound, and pressing her fingers against her clitoris, made short, rythmic strokes in time with Chris's gentle suckling. Gwen was soon transported into a wonderful place as well. After ten minutes or so, Gwen eased Chris away from her breast and looked at him. She brushed his long hair away from his face, and tidied it into the colourful scrunchie Abigail or Anna had put it in earlier that morning. Chris had a fringe now, which kept the hair from his eyes, but it was still long everywhere else. 'I've got a surprise for you,' Gwen said, wiping the milk from around Chris's lips and stroking his soft, hairless cheek. As a young man, Chris hadn't had much of a beard, and the tablets Abigail gave him had gradually reduced that slight growth to nothing. Other than the hair on his head and his eyebrows, Chris now had no body hair at all. Gwen thought of her own thick pubic bush, and her regular leg waxings, and considered how lucky Chris was to have such smooth, soft and hairless skin. Apart from his soft little willy and the wrinkled little sac behind it, Chris was just like any other little girl. Along with the disappearance of his light body hair, the tablets had encouraged a soft layer of puppy fat to gently alter Chris's figure. As well as a swelling little bottom, he now had two little bumps on his chest - not enough to need a bra yet, but sufficient that modesty required him to wear a top when he and Anna played in the collapsible pool Abigail and Gwen rigged in the back yard when the occasional warm spell permitted it. Chris's swimsuit had a pretty frilled valance around the waist and the pink top stretched over his little boobies. She looked cute enough to eat in her pretty swimsuit, Gwen thought. 'Upstairs,' said Gwen, taking Chris's hand and leading him up the carpeted steps. 'First, we'll change your diaper, then, your surprise.' Chris followed eagerly, clutching Gwen's hand and negotiating one step at a time. Gwen changed Chris on the floor of his bedroom, then went to the wardrobe and produced a soft looking garment in pale pink with frills and a pattern of dancing yellow ducklings. Chris, naked except for his diaper and plastic pants, put up his arms for Gwen. Instead of buttoning between his legs, this garment fell straight down over his diaper like his nightie. Next, Gwen produced a pair of long white pants, but they were more like long socks joined together at the top. Gwen put the sock parts over Chris's bare feet, and he stood holding onto Gwen's shoulders as she pulled the long socks up his legs. The top was like a pair of panties, and Gwen pulled that part up over his bulky diapered bottom, then pulled the nightie part down at the front and the back. 'There we are honey' said Gwen, turning Chris to the mirror. 'You look absolutely gorgeous. What do you think?' Chris looked in the mirror. He was pleased to see that he looked a bit like Anna and Jo in their school uniforms. He looked almost as grown up as they did. He grinned. He even knew what the garment was called. It was a dress, a proper big girl dress. He could still see his diaper below the edge of the dress, but it was covered by the long socks/panty thing and looked fine. It didn't even look like a diaper, Chris thought. Gwen gently turned Chris around. He kept his eyes fixed on his reflection. 'What do you think, honey? How do you look?' asked Gwen. 'Pretty,' said Chris, still staring at his reflection. 'You certainly do, sweetie,' replied Gwen. 'And how old are you, baby?' 'Three,' said Chris emphatically. He knew that for sure. Anna had told him lots of times. Gwen smiled. Things were turning out just as Abigail had said they would. The dress Abigail had made looked lovely on Chris. 'And when will you be four, honey?' asked Gwen, stroking Chris's shiny hair. 'Soon,' said Chris happily, turning around again to admire his reflection. 'And how old are Anna and Jo?' she asked. 'Six!' said Chris 'That's right, honey, although Jo is seven. And how old are Auntie Abi and I?' Gwen asked. Chris thought for a moment. 'Big,' he said. 'Ten?' Gwen laughed. 'We're a bit older than that, but near enough,' she said. 'Do you want to stay in your new clothes?' 'Yes!' replied Chris with a happy grin. 'Show Auntie Abi and Anna!' Gwen laughed again. Chris was starting to skip words in his speech, just as Abigail had predicted and which Gwen found both fascinating and irresistibly cute. He was having trouble with longer words too, Gwen had noticed, both pronouncing them and it seemed, understanding them. Gwen found it natural to simplify her speech when talking to Chris. Abigail and even Anna did the same thing, Gwen had noticed. She looked absolutely delightful, thought Gwen. 'Come on, lets go back downstairs, she said, taking Chris's hand. 'Dolly,' said Chris. 'That's right, baby,' said Gwen with a laugh. 'You can play with dolly. Off we go!' She helped Chris down the stairs, and soon Chris was happily settled on the carpet in the living room with one of his dolls in each hand. Gwen made herself comfortable on the sofa, after unzipping her jeans. She sat back with one hand inside her pull-up and panties, watching Chris play. He paid no attention to what Gwen was doing. He didn't seem to notice sexual activity now, solo or between Gwen and Abigail. He showed no interest other than in her breasts even when Gwen stripped naked to shower when Chris was in the bath. Once, months ago when he'd seen Gwen naked in the bathroom for the first time, he'd wanted to investigate her pubic hair with his soft fingers. Now, he seemed to have accepted that big people were just like that, and showed no further interest. Chris had paused in his game, and swivelled from his sitting position to his hands and knees and began to crawl with the dolls to a new location. He stopped in mid crawl and after a moment, looked at Gwen. 'Poopy,' he said. 'Oh, baby, you are a lot of work,' said Gwen, pressing her fingers a little more firmly on her clitoris. 'I'll change you in a little while. Just keep playing, honey, but you're a good girl for telling me.' Chris grinned, and returned to his game, sitting back up with his tights-clad legs splayed. Sitting in a messy diaper didn't bother him now. It just happened. Chris was aware of a strange voice in his head telling him he should feel embarrassed for messing his diaper in front of Gwen, but he dismissed the voice which retreated plaintively to nothing. He wasn't sure who the voice was, but he knew it was a boy. He didn't like boys. Gwen came, with a short moan, and sat for a moment before zipping up her jeans. To be continued.

Honestly I just knew inside what I needed and I simply was not going to be happy until I truly committed to wearing diapers permanently. People think it is almost the impossible but it really is not. I am diapered at a six figure job. I am diapered at my parents house. I am diapered around my family. I am diapered at the doctor. I am diapered at the ER. I am diapered through airport security. It is really not such a big deal to wear diapers and you can even wear them in a way that even close people around you have no idea. If anyone is in a strong internal battle inside their mind because they are fighting wearing diapers all the time just give in and wear them. I promise you it will change your life for the better.

My wife is unique in that she cannot orgasm the way most woman do. Her clitoris is non responsive so tongue and vibrators actually bother her. I have to laugh because she says me giving her oral is a reward for me not her. The only way she is finding release is with the right tool and my wee wee is not it. Even before my desire to be a lil girl in the bedroom I could not even get close to reaching the right place with my wee wee. Even without diapers she was frustrated. We have grown to enjoy our bedroom situation. We are very open now about everything. You have to be in our unique relationship. There is plenty of feedback. Honestly for my wife, putting her on a pedestal and constantly loving and cherishing her has made her feel amazing. She prefers this more than anything. Our relationship has evolved into a female dominated one and she has enjoyed her newly found dominance. She can TELL me to take my diaper off and make love to her and of course I would obey. It would be over in three seconds and her dildo would come out anyway. Trust me, if she wants me she takes me. My wife and I truly are soulmates. If she did not love me unconditionally she would have left a very long time ago. In our marriage we both had to make decisions to stay or go and we both are very happy making the choice to stay in each other's arms. She has the freedom and encouragement to do as she needs which she never really takes advantage of. We are open and honest with one another. What is interesting was before wearing diapers permanently our relationship was not very good at all at times. We could not be honest with one another and we were both miserable. Now it is completely opposite. That is what being in diapers all the time has done for me personally.

When I'm tired, when mummy pats my bottom, when mummy changes me, and when mummy checks me. There the top 3, although there are many more things.