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  1. I am curious how many of you let a guy shoot his load into your mouth and when he does it, do you swallow the load of spit?
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  2. Stockholm Syndrome Baby Chapter 1 My name is Kevin Lorey. I am 15 years old and I live in Beaumont, North Dakota. I am writing this journal because my therapist, Dr. Kline, has asked me to. She says that if I write down my feelings about what happened to me, perhaps I can come to terms with it. I hope she's right, I don't want to feel the way I do but, I can't help it anymore and I'm deathly afraid that someone outside my family will discover my secret. I don't know if I could survive if that happened. Ok, let's get this started. It was a cool day in October, about 5 years ago when it all began. I was walking home from school. I wasn't too far from my house, near my friend Gerald's place when, I spied a minivan that I didn't recognize. It was parked on the curb in front of Gerald's house and had out of state plates. I knew that Gerald had family out of state but, I didn't know where they lived. The windows were tinted so I couldn't see inside. Nothing would have happened if I hadn't stopped. No! I can't think like that. Dr. Kline says it's not my fault. I was just being a curious 10 year old. I didn't do anything to provoke a response but, a response is definitely what I got. I walked across the burm to get a better look at the minivan but, the windows were way too tinted for me to even get a glimpse of what was inside. If I had seen the crazy woman in there, I would have run like a demon was on my heels. When I couldn’t see inside, I turned to continue walking home. I heard the door to the minivan open suddenly and felt a hand covered my mouth and nose. I struggled with everything I could, trying to get away from whoever was holding my face. Another hand grabbed the back of my shirt and began dragging me into the minivan. In a panic, I swung my arm behind me and hit the door jam. I heard a sickening crack and intense pain shot up through my arm, all the way to my shoulder. That was the last thing I heard or felt. The world went dark just after that, she used chloroform on me, that’s what the police said. When I came to, I was sitting in an awkward position. My arm that I’d hit on the door jam still hurt like crazy but, when I tried to talk, I found that I was gagged. I tried to move around and found that I was bound as well. I was sitting in a raised seat, like the ones that toddler’s are put into for car trips. My injured arm lay useless at my side and my other arm was bound by the seat’s straps. Realizing that I had just been kidnapped, I looked around. I was in an enclosed area of a minivan, a wall of some kind separated the back seats from the driver area. The scenery outside was a constant blur of woods and fields, none of it looked familiar. I was scared. I’d heard of kids being taken and made to do “bad things” with adults. They had told us at school about the “dangerous stranger” and I was always very careful around adults that I didn’t know. The van drove for several hours without stopping. I was still groggy from the chloroform so I drifted in and out of consciousness. Finally, when the car stopped, I heard a door opening somewhere and began trying to shout for help but, the gag in my mouth made that impossible. A gentle hand ran over my head and a woman bent down to face me. She was in her mid to late 40’s, blonde and in fairly good shape for her age. She smiled at me and began to manipulate the seat I was in. The seat straightened out and stretched until I was lying on my back, my injured arm dangling at me side. The woman unbuckled the lower straps on the seat, freeing my legs. I started kicking and thrashing. She stood up and began smiling even wider. “I’ll just wait till you tire yourself out, then we can get you ready for the rest of the trip home.” she said I glared up at her and stopped kicking, waiting until she got close enough to kick. She seemed to know what I was thinking. She pulled a little black bag, the kind doctors used to use for house calls, from behind her and searched around in it for a moment. When her hand came out, it had a syringe and small drug bottle in it. That made me start thrashing again. I’ve always hated needles and I didn’t want to be anywhere near her right at that moment. Pain from my injured arm shot up into my shoulder and I held back the urge to cry. She uncovered the needle and stuck it into the top of the drug bottle then, set the syringe aside. As I thrashed, she grabbed one of my legs and held it tightly in one hand. I barely felt the pain from my arm as the fear of what she was going to do filled me. She pulled something down from the ceiling of the van and secured my leg in it. It looked like the handle for a giant pair of scissors. Once my leg was stuck in the hole, she grabbed my other leg and secured it as well. She retrieved the needle and I tried to thrash but with my legs in the scissor handles and my body in the seat but, I couldn’t do much. She walked around so she was behind my legs and I felt a pin prick in the small of my back. She walked back around to my side and sat down on a stool. Soon, my legs began to go numb, I couldn’t feel anything at all below the waist, couldn’t move and, the pressure in my bladder was building rapidly. She saw the distress in my eyes and knew that the drug had taken affect. She released my legs from the restraints, not that I could do much about it. She pulled a small length of narrow plastic tubing from her doctor bag. The tubing was in a sterile case and the second I saw it, I knew I wasn‘t going to like what she had planned for me, even if I wasn‘t sure of what it was. She began by removing my shoes and socks, then my pants and underwear. I must have blushed like ten thousand shades of red and I almost began crying from embarrassment. What I didn’t know was, the worst was yet to come. She took some sort of jelly from the bag and began lubing up the tube. She grabbed my penis and started shoving the tube up it. I was terrified and tried to thrash my legs around but they were still unresponsive. When she had the tube fully inside my penis, she walked back to the driver’s compartment, leaving me there, naked and scared. It was then that I noticed a small string dangling from the end of where she had put the tube. I didn’t understand what was going on but, I definitely did not like it. The woman came back a moment later, carrying a brightly colored bag. It had little teddy bears and pastel blocks on it. I could see a baby bottle sticking out of a pocket on it and realized what it was, A BABY’S DIAPER BAG! She opened it and pulled a fairly large diaper out. It looked exactly like a baby’s diaper, except it was about five times bigger. She opened it up then lifted my useless legs up and slid it under me. I couldn’t feel the padding or, I might have tried to thrash again. She grabbed more of that jelly stuff and wiped it all over my butt and crotch. By this time my embarrassment was so bad that I actually started crying. She stopped what she was doing and began rubbing my chest and stomach with her hand, cooing gently, just like you would to calm a cranky baby. That didn’t help my mood so, she went back to diapering me. The powder was next then, she pulled the string at the end of my penis to the side as the diaper came up over my crotch. She fastened the tapes and then pulled the string out from the end of the tube. I immediately felt a lessening in pressure and watched the diaper grow yellow. I was almost bawling my head off at this point. She reached up and began fiddling with the end of my gag. “Oh My God!” I thought when I realized that the thing in my mouth wasn’t a gag, IT WAS A PACIFIER! She was going to treat me like a baby and, the tube in my penis was going to make sure I couldn’t stop myself from wetting my diaper. When the realization of the what was happening dawned on me, I wiggled and thrashed around, trying to free myself, but it was no use. She had me strapped tight in the child seat. She finished messing with the end of my pacifier and reached into the diaper bag. She pulled a baby bottle from it and unscrewed the top. She held my head still with one hand and pushed the bottle onto the end of the pacifier, then screwed it together. I heard a swish of a vacuum being released and liquid began flowing into my mouth. As my mouth filled, I was forced to swallow, which pulled more liquid from the nipple. Soon my mouth was full of liquid again and I was forced to swallow, pulling more liquid into my mouth. The cycle went on for several minutes until the bottle was empty. She removed it and put another one in it’s place, then walked back to the driver’s compartment. The van stared up and we were moving again. My destiny at that point looked pretty grim and I cried as I was forced to finish the second baby bottle. There must have been something in them to knock me out because I fell asleep not long after the second bottle was done. Chapter 2 Slowly, the world began to seep into the dreamless sleep that I had been forced to endure. Sounds were first, birds and the whistle of a train. My nerves began to slowly come to life as I felt myself being lifted up, out of the car seat. I kept my eyes closed, for fear the sunlight would blind me but, that was unnecessary. As I was carried, there was no glare of sunlight through the protective surface of my eyelids. One at a time, I forced my eyes open. Only a sliver at first so, as not to alert my captor. The sun was setting behind me. The fading light illuminated the van from which I had been pulled and a long dusty drive, leading up to a deserted looking country road. I was laying with my head on my kidnapper’s shoulder so, I couldn’t see where we were going, only where we had just been. I took in every detail I could so I could remember it when questioned by the police. It was so hard to just lie there, limp in her arms but, my strength had not returned and, I knew I had no chance of escaping at that moment. I felt her walk up some steps and stop. There was the sound of a lock being undone and then two doors being opened. She carried me into a house and up to the second floor. I heard the noise as she dropped the keys onto a table. She shifted me to the front and I quickly closed my eyes. I felt myself being lowered into a padded table and straps were pulled over me, to hold me down. She walked off and I opened my eyes. I was in some kind of nursery. The room was huge, the theme was an earthy brown and the furniture looked somewhat expensive. I could hear her doing something in a nearby room so, I took stock of how much of my body was mine to control again. Sensation was slowly beginning to come back to my legs and waist. With that sensation, I could definitely feel the diaper that encased my hips. To my utter disgust, I felt as if I was sitting in a thick mud. “Oh My God! I shit myself” I thought The feeling was more than just disgusting, it was disturbing as well. Whatever drugs she had given me had worked their particular magic very well. My thoughts were confirmed as the cold wet feeling around my crotch suddenly warmed. I realized that I now had the bladder and bowel control of a small infant. Before I could do anything else, I heard her walking back towards me. I closed my eyes and relaxed on the table. I felt her breath on my face as she bent down in front of me. She gently ran her fingers through my hair and I heard her sniff then, giggle. “So far, so good.” she whispered I felt her un-strap my right arm. She pulled my arm our straight from my shoulder and lay it on what felt like Styrofoam. She then began pressing my hand into the foam, starting at my fingers, and ending with my elbows. I could hear the foam crunch as my arm was pressed into it. My curiosity was driving me mad so I opened my eyes, just a sliver. She had several boxes filled with blue Styrofoam. She flipped the other side of the box on my arm over, closing it around my arm, then began to strap it down. As she worked, I noticed that my arm didn’t hurt anymore, in fact, I couldn’t feel anything from it. She walked around the table and did the same to my other arm and both my legs, up to the knee. I couldn’t figure out what she was doing but, that would become apparent fairly soon. She left me like that, lying there in a dirty diaper, spread eagle with my limbs enclosed in the foam filled boxes, for the better part of an hour. When she came back in, she had the diaper bag I had seen in the van. I tried to remain still, hoping that I would have a chance to escape. Those hopes were dashed when she bent down to my ear and whispered to me. “I know you’re awake baby, the anesthetic I gave you should have worn off by now.” I opened my eyes and glared at her hatefully. “Aww, don’t be like that sweetie, mommy would never hurt her baby boy and that’s what you are, my baby boy. I watched you for a long time. You’re just the right size, weight, and temperament. I’ve seen the way the other kids treat you. You don’t fight back too fiercely when they tease you about your bed wetting.” My eyes went wide with surprise when she mentioned my sleep wetting problem. “ Oh yes.” she said “I know all about how my baby wets his bed every night. I also know how you still sleep with a little teddy bear. Oh it’s so cute!” She seemed so excited She walked around the table, removing my arms and legs from the foam filled boxes, then strapped them back to the table, one at a time. She set the boxes aside and moved to un-strap my legs and set them into a device just like the one she had used in the van. She then began to un-tape the diaper and pull it off my crotch. She cranked a lever on the scissor hands and they began to raise up, taking my legs with them. Soon, my butt was off the ground and she was cleaning me off with baby wipes. Once it was done, she removed the dirty diaper and wipes, dropping them into a diaper genie. She pulled another diaper and a bottle of baby oil from the bag and set them on the table. As I lay there, naked, she poured some baby oil into her hands and began rubbing it all over my body, slowly, massaging it into my skin. By the time she was done, I smelled like a baby’s nursery. After the diaper was put underneath me, my crotch and butt were powdered. She cleaned off her hands and pulled the diaper up, covering my crotch then, taped it shut. She patted my bottom as she bent down and cooed into my ear. “There we go, all clean and dry. Now my baby smells like he should too.” Tears of embarrassment rolled down my face as she continued to pat my diapered butt. She took my legs out of the device and strapped them back to the table. She then gathered up the foam boxes and left the room. A couple of minutes later, she came back in with a weird looking helmet and a baby bottle. I thrashed my head, side to side but, it wasn’t hard for her to put the helmet on me. The helmet encompassed my entire head, closing me off from any sight or sound outside it. I could feel the helmet being secured into place against the table, preventing me from moving my head, and the bottle being attached to the back of the pacifier. At first there was no sight or sound, only the rhythmic suckling of the nipple in my mouth. I couldn’t tell how much time passed when suddenly, a video screen in the helmet turned on and the speakers near my ears came to life. On the screen was a mother taking care of her baby. While the mother/baby scene played out on the video screen, the quiet sounds of a waves, crashing upon the shore played on the speakers. The scene played out a day of mother and baby activity, including watching the toddler as it wet and messed itself. On a regular basis, the bottle was removed from the pacifier and replaced with another one. I felt something soft and warm being laid over me, covering me from neck to feet. I don’t know how many repetitions of the mommy/baby scene I watched before I fell asleep. Chapter 3 While I slept, my mind was filled with the lost memories of my infancy. I remembered them in my dreams, just as if I was living them in the moment. Diaper changes, breast feedings, rides through the neighborhood in my stroller and, the endless pinched cheeks from my female relatives. It seemed like the dreams would never end, as if I was being forced to relive my life from birth till being toilet trained, over and over again. Suddenly I was jolted from my strange dreams by an icy feeling on my crotch. I tried to stir but, my arms remained strapped down and the helmet still resided upon my head. I felt a gentle wiping motion on my crotch and bottom then a light sensation, as if dust was falling there as well. The next thing I know, I feel my nether regions being encapsulated in another diaper and a gentle hand rubbing my stomach and diaper. The helmet blocked any words that might have accompanied the physical gesture but, the intent was clear. My captor was trying to calm me as you would to a small infant. After a few moments of this, my injured arm was released from the restraints and slipped into the sleeve of some garment. I waited for my hand to emerge from the end of the sleeve but, it didn’t. Instead, I felt it roll over a mass of spongy material and then something wrapped around my wrist. I squeezed my hand only to be rewarded with a sharp pain in my palm, as if I had grabbed onto a ball of needles. My arm was strapped down again and something was drug underneath my back. I pressed my back down, hoping to block the cloth. Again I was rewarded with the sensation of a sphere of razor sharp needles as it pressed into my back. I arched in pain and the cloth was pulled beneath me. Slowly but surely, my body was enclosed in this garment and my arms were restrained again. My legs were left unrestrained but, I couldn‘t understand why at the time. The answer came soon enough though. There was intense pain when I tried to stomp my feet and when I tried to close my hands so, I stopped struggling and waited. The helmet was removed from my head and my eyes tried to adjust to the light. I couldn’t focus my eyes and everything seemed blurred. I didn’t understand but, I knew she had done something to me that I couldn’t quite comprehend. I think she smiled at my non-comprehension but, it was hard to tell with my eyes so unfocused. She bent down over me and gently rubbed my stomach through the soft material that now encompassed my body. I looked at it for the first time and realized that I was dressed in a one piece, footed, sleeper. Anger flooded me and I tried to give my captor the “death stare” but, she only smiled and said, “Aww sweetie, don’t be like that. You’ll love being my baby, eventually. I’m going to take such good care of you that you’ll forget all about your former life and accept this one unconditionally.” I glared again and she giggled and rubbed my stomach again. “Now, you probably noticed that it hurts to use the bottoms of your feet or close your hand. I made this sleeper just for you, just so you would have to act like the baby you are. The hands have a foam ball in the palm. Inside that foam ball is a metal sphere with very sharp needles on it. If you try to close your hands, oh say, to make a fist, they’ll close over the sphere and push the needle sharp points into your hand. The feet have about the same thing on the bottom. The footpads of the sleeper have the same razor sharp needles pointing up from them. If you try to walk or kick anything, it will push the needles into your feet and cause you very intense pain. So, you can see, I expect you to behave just like an infant, let me take care of you and everything will be just fine. Fight me and you will experience pain like you’ve never felt before.” As I listened to my captor describe the bondage to which I was now subject, the idea sunk in. She expected me to act like an infant and let her take care of me. If I didn’t or fought against her domination of me, she would hurt me. It sounded to me like she was psychotic and a sadist. What hit me hardest was that she now had absolute control over all aspects of my existence. That was something that nobody had ever, to my recollection, had. It scared me and when she asked me if I understood, I just numbly nodded and went limp. She released the straps that held my arms and legs down and gently picked me up. I was draped over her shoulder and carried over to a rocking chair. She shifted my position in her arms so that I was lying in the crook of her arm. She sat down and began rocking back in forth. She pulled me close to her chest and began to hum a soft tune. I was so stunned by what had just happened that I didn’t even think to resist. Chapter 4 We sat like that for a while (I couldn’t tell how long because there wasn’t a clock in the “nursery”). I began to feel relaxed, no matter how much I didn’t want to. I was warm, the kind of cozy-warm you feel on cool Autumn night, sitting by a roaring fire. Even though I had just woken up, I felt the inclination to go back to sleep. My eyes began to droop and I began to lose consciousness. I felt something when my pacifier was being unscrewed and when the bottle was attached but, it wasn’t until the liquid began flowing into my mouth that I snapped out of my stupor. I glared up at my captor and was rewarded with a sharp smack on my cloth covered leg. “Now now baby.” she warned “Don’t look at mommy like that. Just relax and drink your bottle.” I clenched my fists reactively and pain shot up through my hand, to my arm, to my shoulder. The intensity was too much for me and I began crying, hiccupping. Seeing my distress, the woman laid a cloth diaper across her opposite shoulder and removed my pacifier. I gagged as I cried and choked on the liquid trying to force its way into my lungs. She rotated me and gently laid me over her shoulder. I felt a quick, rhythmic, series of hard pats on my back, causing the liquid to erupt from my nose and mouth. After my hacking and gagging stopped, she began rubbing my back and patting my diapered bottom. This caused me to realize I had another problem, I had to poop, and soon. The urge wasn’t as bad as it would have been in say an hour or so but, I did need to go. I tried to push myself off her shoulder and accidentally bumped my right hand against her chest, sending new pain up my already injured hand and causing me to void myself right there and then. As I cried in pain, I filled my diaper, her hand on it gave her clear signal as to what happened. She patted and rubbed my bottom, spreading the mess everywhere, smiling almost erotically. She shifted my position on again. Now she had me cradled on one arm with her other keeping steady pressure on my mess. “See, that’s what babies do. They make messies in their diddies for mommy and, this is what mommies do. She said as she carried me over to the changing table. “Mommy’s not going to change your diaper right away baby, you need to get used to the feel of a messy one so you don’t think about it when you make a poopie.” She strapped me to the table, replaced my pacifier and, left me to lay there in my own filth. I tried to make myself comfortable but, the feeling of the load under my butt was always at the forefront of my consciousness. It seemed like hours before she came back. By then, the mess had hardened a bit and was becoming very uncomfortable. I squirmed as she walked into the room. She just smiled and slowly walked over to the table. She took my nose in the knuckles of her first two fingers and gave it a gentle shake. “I think my baby has made a poopie. I better get you changed little boy.” she said, grinning widely She unsnapped the sleeper’s legs and began pulling it away from me. Once she had the two tapes undone, she unfastened one of my legs and fit it into the harness above the table then quickly did the other leg. I was again and still at her mercy. She raised the harness and pulled a large version of a baby wipe from a box sitting nearby. She had me clean of poop, oiled up and powdered in record time. The worst part of the experience was when she laid her head on my chest and began rubbing my stomach, telling me what a good baby I had been for making poopie for mommy. I very nearly died of embarrassment. She re-diapered and redressed me in the sleeper before taking me off the changing table. I was then placed in the feeding position again and a horrid thought went through my head. She had me in the same position that many young mothers used for breastfeeding! I definitely did not want that to happen and I was almost relieved when she pulled another baby bottle up and attached it to the back of my pacifier. I nursed for a while before drowsiness overcame me and I fell back to sleep in her arms.   Chapter 5 When I awoke, I found myself lying in a baby’s crib, un-strapped and unrestrained. Though the bars prevented me from rolling out of the crib, I didn’t think they would keep me from climbing out. It was only a few seconds later, as I tried to stand, that I was reminded of the needles under my feet, in the sleeper. Pain shot through my leg and I peed myself as I fell back into the crib. My mumbles of pain must have alerted my captor because she rushed into the room almost immediately. She began cooing at me and reached into the crib, to lift me out. I tried to backpedal but, I pushed my foot against the mattress and the pain shot through me again. When she realized why I was crying, She lifted me out of the crib and put me on the changing table. She strapped my legs into the scissor and began to gently tap the bottom of my feet, sending shockwaves of pain up my legs. “I guess you’re just to little to understand mommy when she told you to not try to stand. I guess I’ll have to help you remember.” She said as she began tapping my feet harder. The pain was excruciating and I almost blacked out several times but, each time I was close to oblivion, she would stop and give me just enough time to come back to my senses. Each time she would tap my feet, she would say, “Babies don’t walk. You are a baby. You can’t walk.” The torture went on for what seemed like forever. When she finally stopped, she bent close to my head “Babies can’t walk, can they?” She asked me. I shook my head quickly. “You are a baby, aren’t you?” She said, gently rubbing my stomach. I nodded, defeated. “You can’t walk, can you?” The smile on her face was terrifying. I shook my head again. “There there baby. Now that that’s settled, let’s change my BABY’S diaper.” As she said that, I realized that I had wet the diaper. I don’t remember if I woke up wet or if I wet it because of the pain but, I was wet. This change went just as the ones before had, lots of cooing and petting. I was in a clean diaper and she laid me back in the car seat she had used when she kidnapped me. I was strapped in and she went over to the changing table. From underneath, she pulled what looked like a giant syringe but, instead of a needle, it had a hose connected to a clear plastic hemisphere. I couldn’t understand for the life of me what it was or what new torture she would use it for. My horror was peaked when she sat down and unbuttoned her blouse, then her bra. I watched, dumbfounded as she used the devise to suction out her breast milk. I almost threw up right there, realizing that the bottles I had been drinking were her breast milk. I tried to throw myself to the side and crawl out of the room but, the car seat would not topple. She stopped what she was doing, the syringe about half full and looked over at me, struggling. “Aww, I know you’re hungry sweetie. Mommy will be just a minute.” she said I watched with growing horror as she finished draining her breast milk into the syringe and filled a bottle with it. She calmly walked over to me and set the bottle down next to me. I saw her reach behind the changing table and pull out the helmet that she had used to calm me earlier. She put it over my head and secured the bottle to my pacifier. The darkness of the helmet was broken when the “Mommy and Baby” scene lit up the screen in front of my eyes. I tried to reach up and get some kind of hold on the helmet but, the straps of the car seat prevented me from getting anywhere near it. Again, I don’t know how long the scene went on, her breast milk now filling my mouth with every movement of my head. I had to stop myself from throwing up (a very difficult thing to do given my situation). As the scene played on, the sounds filling my ears, I began to feel calmer and numbly suckled on the bottle till it was empty. The bottle was replaced with another and my stomach filled as I slowly began to drift off to sleep again, the sound of a mother nursing her infant, the only thing I could hear. Chapter 6 When I awoke again, the first thing I realized was that I was still wearing the helmet but, the “Mommy and Baby” scenes weren’t playing. I tried to roll around but found that I was still in the car seat that my captor had placed me in. I couldn’t tell what time it was or how long I had been asleep but something felt strange. I felt an urge to cry but, I didn’t know why (besides the realization of my indefinite captivity). I thought for a moment, trying to figure out what was wrong when the urge became overpowering and I began sobbing. The pacifier muffled the sound but, it must have been loud enough to attract “Her” attention. Only moments after I had begun bawling, I felt hands lifting me out of the seat and holding me against a warm body. My urge to cry vanished and I felt almost comfortable. My body relaxed against the person holding me as I felt a gentle hand rubbing my back and patting my padded bottom. I felt soothed, like I had never felt before. Suddenly, my stomach began growling. I felt the person holding me jiggle for a second then the back of my pacifier was removed and a baby bottle was attached. As I suckled the bottle, I was shocked. I didn’t feel revolted at the thought of nursing on the madwoman’s breast milk, in fact, it felt almost normal and, that terrified me. When the bottle was done, it was removed and she fiddled with the pacifier for longer than usual. I felt air rush into my mouth as I breathed through the pacifier. I didn’t know what she had done but I was going to give her a piece of my mind. I was about to say something when she repositioned me so, I was laying on her shoulder and, began patting my back. All my tension drained away when she laid me on her shoulder and my intended words died in my throat. My limbs went limp and I placed my head against her neck. I wanted to rail and scream against my captor but, my body had a mind of it’s own. My greatest shock was yet to come. As she patted my back, I felt a great distress in my bowels, then nothing, that was all I felt before I realized that I had just pooped my diaper with almost no hesitation. The realization of what had just happened shocked me into silence. A moment later, I felt myself belch with enthusiasm. I didn’t have to hear my captor’s voice to know that she was pleased with my body’s betrayal. I felt her hand gently rubbing and patting my full diaper. She sat me back in the car seat again and strapped me in. I felt her do something to the pacifier and I couldn’t breath through my mouth again. Finally, before leaving me to my torture, she turned on the helmet and the familiar “Mommy and Baby” scenes began playing again. “What fresh hell is this?” I thought to myself as consciousness began to leave me. Chapter 7 I came to when my stomach began to tell me it was empty. I thought about it for a second and then an overwhelming sadness hit me. I bawled my head off, not even realizing that the gag that had been my constant inhibitor was now loose. I couldn’t focus on anything but the rumblings of hunger. The screaming and crying alerted my captor and, she quickly ran to the nursery. She picked me up, out of the crib, laid me on her shoulder and, spoke to me in a soft, crooning voice. At first, I was comforted by her presence but then, my stomach growled again and my howling began, with renewed vigor. When I started crying again, she took me over to the changing table and laid me on, pulling the strap over my stomach. She unbuttoned my sleeper and checked my diaper, which was wet. Once I noticed that the diaper was wet and cold, my howling increased times two. I was uncomfortable and it seemed like torture. My butt and crotch were cold and wet and, my stomach was empty. These two things seemed like the worst possible feelings. In the back of my mind, I tried to reason, to remember that I wasn’t hurt and I was only in a wet diaper and a little hungry. Every time I tried to focus on that thought, the feeling of sadness flooded my mind and my other thought were overcome by it. It only took her a few moments to change me and re-insert me into my sleeper. To me however, it seemed like an eternity. My stomach was still growling and the sadness was still driving me to bawl my head off. Finally, she must have heard my stomach growl because she said something I couldn’t understand and carried me over to the rocking chair. She removed the loose pacifier and cradled me closer. A moment later, I felt a warm, soft bump in my mouth. I realized it was her breast and I tried to force myself to push my head away but, the urge to begin suckling was too strong. My mouth covered the nipple and I began to nurse with extreme vigor. As the breast milk began flowing down my throat, what was left of my true personality, gagged and wanted to scream, rage and, do whatever it took to stop my body. My body however, betrayed me and continued to nurse. After a bit, she switched me to the other breast and began rocking in the chair. The slow, steady, motion of the chair combined with the full feeling in my stomach calmed me. It was enough that my rational mind began to re-assert itself. I twisted and wrenched myself loose from the nipple, careful not to press my hands against anything. My captor lifted me up and put me on her shoulder. I knew what was coming but I my body betrayed me again and laid limp on her shoulder. I felt the pats on my back and the bubble forming in my stomach. Not long after, I let up a huge burp and a spit up some of the milk. She seemed happy but, I couldn’t understand what she was saying. The language sounded foreign but, I couldn’t tell what it might be. She carried me to a fenced in mat and laid me down on my back. She grabbed a nearby infant toy and positioned it over me. There were strings with glittery and colorful things hanging from them. She pushed and prodded the bangles, saying something. I watched her face and tried to understand what it was she was saying. As I watched her mouth, I saw what I thought were familiar words. I can’t read lips, but some words are easy to read; “Mommy”, “Baby”, “Toy”. A shock ran through me as I realized, she wasn’t using a foreign language. I found out later that the helmet that she’d been using, had been hypnotizing me. The effect was sinister and sly. The program soothed me into feeling like an infant, that’s why being on her shoulder had calmed me. It also scrambled my brain, making regular English sound like garbled, nonsense. The loss of understanding was so profound that I began weeping, not crying like a baby but, weeping like a beaten man. She watched me and seemed to understand. She got up and walked out of the room. Time seemed to stretch out as I lay there on the mat. She came back, carrying a piece of paper. On the paper was written a message: “I can see that my baby still has a bit of the little boy in there. That’s ok though, after a few more times in my special helmet, you won’t even be able to read this message. You shouldn’t try to fight. Just relax and let it happen. I want you to just be a happy baby. The effects of the helmet will be permanent but, I can teach you to speak and as you grow up, I’ll even potty train you. Won’t that be fun?” I tried to rail against my body’s betrayal and managed to swing my arm up but, she just caught it and used my hand to tap one of the swinging bangles. She threw the paper in the trash and began tickling me until I wet my diaper. She said something, I couldn’t tell what though. She got up and walked out of the room, leaving me to “entertain” myself with that damnable toy. I lay on the mat for what seemed like forever. Every now and again, my hand would reach up and bat at one of the bangles, no matter how much I tried to stop it. I pooped my diaper, another betrayal by my body. “Looks like that damn helmet made me incontinent too!” I thought to myself. I was uncomfortable again and I felt that sadness welling up again but I was also tired and, in the end, the tiredness won out and I fell to sleep with a wet and dirty diaper encasing my crotch. Chapter 8 I dreamt of laying in the crook of my mother’s (my real mother) arm as she nursed me and I felt at peace. It didn’t seem wrong because I was a baby but, I realized that it was just a dream when I looked up and my mother’s face stared back down at me. The reality of the dream was so real, so vivid that I didn’t want to leave it. I just wanted to be with my mom and have her take care of me. Reality wouldn’t let me have even that though as I woke up and my captor knelt over me. She spoke in gibberish and at first I was terrified that I was going crazy. I remembered that she had used the helmet on me and it had messed up my head somehow. I felt dirty as she removed the sleeper and carefully changed my diaper. Try as I might to fight the effect of the helmet, I couldn’t raise my hand to fight her off. She watched me the entire time and smiled when she was done. She took off the sleeper with the needles in it and put me into a regular sleeper. She lifted me off the ground and carried me into the kitchen. I saw a highchair and I thought, “Another step into my infantile life.” She inserted me into the chair and slid the tray into place. She walked behind me and I saw a bib fall in front of me and felt it being tied in the back. Horror had been replaced by simple disgust and hate at this point. Nothing this woman did to me scared me any longer. I had come to accept the inevitability of the situation and simply had to endure until I could find a way to escape. I allowed myself to be fed and focused my mind on getting the layout of the house down so I knew where I was going, even if I had to move in the dark. When she finished with the baby cereal, she cleaned me up and pulled me out of the highchair. She took me into the living room and laid me on her lap. I knew what was coming so I didn’t try to fight it. She turned on the television and positioned me to nurse, which my body did, in earnest. I closed my eyes and thought about anything that would let me forget I was suckling on a madwoman’s teat. Finally, the sensation stopped and I feigned sleep and she put me back into the crib upstairs. After she left the room, I tried to move in normal fashion, sitting up, forming words with my mouth but, without sound. I was only marginally successful but, it encouraged me. Time lost all meaning for me over the next few weeks, she applied the damned helmet again and my eyesight became severely unfocused. It got to the point that I could only discern color and shape, light and dark, all other details were gone. I could barely tell when it was day and night because she kept the light on in the nursery. I fought every effort of her to bond with me, kept my mind active by thinking about my school, my family, my friends and last but not least, REVENGE! One day, at least I think it was day, there was a loud noise downstairs. It woke me up and I began to cry. I saw lots of dark shapes in the nursery and couldn’t understand what was going on. I could hear the madwoman screaming something but, I didn‘t know what it was. Someone picked me up and carried me out of the house, to a waiting car. I was scared for the first time in a while and began to cry. I felt someone holding me and cradling me against them. It soothed my fear but not my anxiety. I was taken to another building and lots of bright lights were shined at me. People stood over me and I was pinched and prodded, even pricked, which hurt so bad that I began bawling. I remember changes and feedings but, there was something different about them, they were less smothering and more matter of fact. There was no cooing and more talking to me. I still couldn’t understand what was being said and I still couldn’t respond but, the speakers definitely wanted me to keep trying. After a while, I felt something slimy touching my face and saw a big square with moving dots on it in front of me. I was forced to watch the square for a long time, until I fell asleep. When I woke up, the world seemed a bit clearer, sharper, more in focus. I could tell some details about my surroundings. I seemed to be in a hospital, the smell of disinfectant and the white walls made me wonder what had happened. A nurse came over to me and began to check my diaper. She talked to me like a normal person. To my shock, I could understand some of her words. It was still a bit jumbled but I could definitely understand some of it. I tried to respond, telling her my name and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Quickly, she yelled and a few moments later, this guy in a white lab coat, a doctor I think, came over and began shining his pocked flashlight in my eyes and asking me questions. I tried to focus on what he was saying but it was too much all at once, I said my name again and said, one simple word, “Where”. The doctor and nurse seemed overjoyed and quickly motioned for someone to come. My mother (my real mother) leaned over the bed and looked down into my eyes. I was so happy to see her, I reached up and said, “Mommy!” She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. The moment would have been better if I hadn’t started peeing right then. My mother got soaked before she could pull the diaper over my front. I was so embarrassed that I started crying. Mom held me close and spoke soothingly to me. It calmed me but I was still upset at my lack of control in front of her. “ It will be fine honey.” she whispered into my ear The doctors began using the square (which turned out to be a video monitor) and earphones to help undo the effects of the helmet. Luckily, they were able to get my kidnapper to cough up the secrets of the helmet, so a program was designed to reverse it’s effects. After that first session, they weren’t sure that the program they had made would be able to change me back but, after the second session, I was able to fully understand English and even speak a little back. It took a few months before I was back to my normal self, even managed to get re-potty trained. I haven’t managed to get my control at night back but, the doctors say that will come in time. The worst part of this experience is the lasting effects of that damn woman’s program and, that’s the reason Dr. Kline has me writing this journal. Ever since I got out of diapers, I have felt the need to go back to them and be a baby again. I tried to fight it and refuse to give the madwoman a victory but, Dr. Kline says that the events of my kidnapping unlocked some deep part of my psyche that wants to be taken care of. She says that I may never get over wanting to be babied sometimes. My mother knows and she helps me with it when stress at school or life gets too much. I have a special room that we added to the house. That is where I go when I’m feeling low or depressed, mom knows the signal and comes in to take care of her baby boy for a while though, she NEVER breastfeeds me (Ugh, that was gross!). My mom and I are much closer now and for that, I thank the crazy woman who kidnapped me but, I’ll never forgive her for unleashing this infantile desire on me. I am now stuck with feelings I don’t want but, can’t get rid of. I have nightmares that my classmates find out I still like to be babied every now and again and that terrifies me. I finally found out the kidnapper’s name, Emily VanHoustan. She lost her baby due to the physical abuse of her ex-husband and never got over the trauma. As traumatized as she is, she’s still crazy and we sued her for a million dollars. That money is the key to my future. I think I’ll go into law enforcement maybe even into Missing Persons. Maybe I can make a difference and give some other kid a break like the one I got.
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  3. Over 10 years ago I put on 4 that was the max I could fit. Though they were cheap depends. The new AB Diapers i am not sure if I could do it as they cost so much money. Plus it is a waste of money in my thoughts.
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  4. Hiya everyone! We wanted to expand on the Dependent universe from our stories: Dependent and Renee's Regression. In particular, we wanted to address the adorable hypnotic bunny that helps turn all those naughty grown ups into adorable little boys and girls. We have also written a few captions on our Patreon about Brilliant Bunny Brainwash as well, so that's a thing! ~~~~~~~~ Premise: Dr. Maddie Rourke - head science officer of the Dependent program - spends her days turning grown adults into helpless babies. But this time, she’s the one under scrutiny. If Maddie wants to keep her facility open, she has to pass a government inspection. Disclaimers: hypnosis, identity death, diapers ~~~~~~~~ Brilliant Bunny Brainwash By: Sophie & Pudding Charlie Melrose woke up in an empty white room with no door. He wore only a set of light blue hospital scrubs, the kind that were easy to come by and easy to throw away. He stood up on shaky legs, wandering from one wall to the other. The floor and walls were made of a hard, rubberized foam. He seemed to be completely alone, but for an overhead projector, a dark glass window, and a bracelet on his right wrist. The simple medical band read ‘Charlie Melrose’, with a barcode beneath it. But this was the first time Charlie had ever seen that name before. In fact, this was the first memory that Charlie ever had. With sudden swiftness, part of the foam wall slid inward, creating an opening. Charlie watched nervously as a woman in a white coat - a clipboard in hand - and a man in a business suit walked inside. "Wh-who are you? Where am I? What's going on?" Charlie had an instinctual urge to be afraid. After all, the woman was eight inches taller than him, and the man was greater than a foot! They loomed over him with an oppressive presence. The man in the suit - a black suit, with a pin on the pocket - turned to the doctor. "So he doesn't remember anything?" he asked. "You know, it's funny to think about how obvious this must sound,” the doctor spoke warmly, “but memory is about 85% of the cause of resistance. Depriving the patient of that memory leaves a void longing to be filled - and we're more than happy and capable of filling that emptiness with a new sense of self and identity." The doctor chewed the end of her pen cap for a second, and then motioned to the patient. “Other than memory, we change some physical characteristics along the way, too; you know, to create a sense of disconnect." Surely enough, Charlie couldn't have been more than 4'8. "...what are you talking about?" Charlie said with frustration, balling his hands at his sides. Somewhere, deep in his stomach, there was an anger building. But it was secondary to his fear. "Why am I here? How did I get here?! Who are you?! Who... who am I?" "Fascinating," the man in the suit said under his breath, taking in Charlie's appearance. So small, so weak. And not a single memory? His mind churned with possibility. The woman continued, as if it didn’t matter at all what Charlie was saying. "Isn't it? Even now, memories won't form quite right without a special tone that plays in a frequency that only he can hear. It ensures that after this, they don't remember any real details. This conversation? He'll know it happened, but in ten minutes he'll be unable to remember much about it." "WHERE AM I?!" Charlie shouted. Anger was overcoming fear. He took a step toward the doctor, forcing himself to ignore the difference in height. But despite Charlie's protests, the doctor and the man in the suit continued their conversation without him. "It's a remarkable concept," the man said, "if it works." "Ohohoho!" the doctor laughed, loosely crossing her arms over her chest. "If it works, he says? Mister Secretary, we've been producing high quality output for months now. So tell me, what are your true reservations?” The man in the suit - Mr. Emery Noland - took one look at Charlie in annoyance and turned on his heel. "Pardon me if I'm not willing to discuss such things with one of them in the room." And with that, he left the doctor and Charlie alone. Charlie stared at the open door in confusion, then at the doctor. Dr. Maddie Rourke, head science officer of the Dependent program. The program that had singlehandedly saved the United States from revolt and rebellion. Charlie tried to follow Mr. Noland out the door, making his way past the doctor and toward the exit. With a sigh of irritation, the doctor retrieved a little whistle from her pocket and blew on one end, sharply. Though the whistle made no sound, Charlie dropped his arms to his sides and stopped moving altogether. "You're about to wake up,” Dr. Rourke said to him. “You don't know where you are, or who I am, but you're scared, Charlie. You suck your thumb when you're scared. Go lay down." Maddie hurried after her guest. * * * * * Mr. Noland stood in front of the two-way mirror, looking in at Charlie. He was adventuring from one end of the room to the other, nervously biting his thumbnail. It seemed he had no idea where he was. Dr. Rourke joined him in front of the mirror with her arms crossed. "This institute is a great victory for the United States," Mr. Noland said to her, though he didn't take his eyes off Charlie. "Because of the Dependent program, the political reforms have had no public opposition. For the first time in decades, the U.S. is a leading revolutionary. And that is thanks to you." Mr. Noland could sense Dr. Rourke's frustration, but it was assuaged by his words. "I am not a scientist," Mr. Noland continued. "I don't know how this stuff works. But there are more and more reports of relapse every month. It's my job - as the Secretary of Homeland Security - to ensure that the people are safe. So please, walk me through your process." "Of course, Mister Secretary." Dr. Rourke, who hated titles, nodded in contrition to her guest. "I won't be able to show you the process in real time - it takes a few weeks - but perhaps I could show you to some of our other patients instead.” "That's a wonderful idea," Mr. Noland said with a polite smile. Dr. Rourke led the way down the hall, toward another door, and into a deeper wing of the institution. On the way, Mr. Noland asked some questions of his own. "So how is it that you make... Charlies, so to speak. A foot shorter than before, no memories of their past lives, and able to hear frequencies we can't hear?" These were staples of the Dependent program, things everyone knew. But how they came to be: that was still a mystery. Those were questions that could only be answered at the highest level of secrecy, and certainly not out in an open corridor. Maintaining professionalism, Maddie thought about the best way to answer. "Without going into too much detail, Mr. Secretary, we run a particular type of culture lab off premises. We cultivate a biological agent that reprograms cell information. The short version: we are able to revise the genetic code for growth, but in reverse.” “That’s possible?” Mr. Noland asked, astonished. Most of Dr. Rourke’s science went over the Secretary’s head, but he could follow along in layman’s terms. They had developed a reverse-growth formula, so to speak. "The process of physical change is…” Excruciatingly painful? “decidedly unpleasant,” Dr. Rourke continued. “At first we used pain relief medications, but the required doses were causing… problems. So we instead sought to remove the experience from their memory after the fact. As it turned out, with some pharmacological intervention, we were able to trigger a complete memory shut down.” More-or-less, the ordeal was so horrific that they'd suppress it; the team here at the Dependent Program simply ensured that their entire lives would be suppressed at the same time. Dr. Rourke led Mr. Noland into a new room, littered with computer monitors and stacks of paperwork. On the far wall, another two-way mirror looked in on a woman. Early twenties, brown hair, glasses. Tiny. Another Dependent. "This is Bettie, she's been with us for..." Maddie looked at the chart by the window. "She's been here for one week. Tomorrow she's going to be joining the Nursery, so today is the final day of her solitary processing. She's quite well developed; the proper groundwork is laid for group conditioning." Charlie was the outcome of physical treatment: a biological agent that altered his chemistry, a memory-enhancing drug that burned away his memories, and an implant in his ear that allowed him to register sounds no one else could. Bettie was the next step, so to speak. But... "What do you mean by groundwork?" Mr. Noland asked. "How is she any different to Charlie?" Well now, that was a loaded question, wasn't it? Dr. Rourke thought, amused. But her answer was rehearsed. “They require some solitary training to learn who they are, some key facts about who they were, and to ensure there's no lasting impact from the treatment. Bettie won't remember solitary by this time tomorrow, when she wakes up in the Nursery, but she has some level of awareness of who she is, and what should be embarrassing for her." "Fascinating," Mr. Noland said again, under his breath. He looked through the mirror at the woman, sitting quietly against the wall with a nervous stare. "But why does it matter? Why does Bettie need to have a level of awareness? Can't you skip this stage?" Mr. Noland - a government employee... always ready to cut corners. "Think of it like this," Dr. Rourke explained patiently. "If Charlie didn't know what an adult was, or what a baby was, then how is he to decide which one to be? Bettie has all the knowledge of society and norms deep inside her, but none of the memories to support them. It's a foundation all Dependents have, so they don't act unpredictably." "I suppose that makes sense..." But from here, on the other side of the glass, Mr. Noland saw no difference. Dr. Rourke pushed her glasses up and smiled, deciding to give him something more his speed to be impressed by. "Let's go in and talk to her." * * * * * Bettie looked up from her spot on the floor as the wall slid open. That same doctor came in, but this time a man was with her. She stumbled to her feet. "Hello, Bettie," the doctor said. "This is my friend, Emery. Can you say hello?" "H--" Bettie quickly recognized the thumb between her lips and pulled it out. Her cheeks burned a gentle pink as Mr. Noland watched in awe. Already, he could see such variety in her. Charlie was a broken record - asking questions, trying to piece together a broken puzzle. But this girl... she seemed as if she had the edges assembled and was just fumbling for the middle pieces. "Hello," she said to Mr. Noland, with something vague in her voice. Irritation? Or worry, maybe. She had such a wide spectrum of emotion. "Why were you sucking your thumb?" Dr. Rourke asked her. "What? I... uh." She looked down at her thumb, and Mr. Noland could see her brain working. Piecing it together. She was sucking her thumb. Why would she do that? Because... "Bad habit," she said shyly. Now Mr. Noland understood. This foundation Dr. Rourke was talking about: it allowed Bettie to create her own sense of self. All the information and actions that were fed to her by the Dependent program, she assimilated into her personality. It was... remarkable. Dr. Rourke did her best not to let her air of smugness become too suffocating. Government men like Emery Noland were no different in any country, any role: bottom line, bottom line, bottom line. Well, this was a showing that she knew damn well he couldn't downplay. "Bettie, can you tell Emery here about yourself?" Dr. Rourke asked. Bettie looked nervous, but she forced a smile all the same. "Sure! Uh... well, my name is Bettie Chamomile, I'm from..." Her mind churned to think of the name of her home town. Or even the state she was from. But she couldn't remember anything before this room. Quietly, she bit her lip and shrugged her shoulders. "Nevermind that, I guess..." Mr. Noland watched with intrigue, eyes bright with possibility. She had so much personality. So much identity. And not a single fact about her life. She wasn't a robot or a doll; she was human. How was that even possible? Only through the Dependent program. "It's not that important to know where you're from right now, Bettie, you just focus on feeling better, okay?" Dr. Rourke would have to explain that, too, but not in ear-shot of her current patient. "Come along, Emery, you can play with Bettie later." Once they were outside Bettie’s room and the door slid shut, Dr. Rourke felt comfortable enough to explain. "Focus on ‘Feeling Better’ is an important tenant during this phase, to help smooth over any fears or questions about not knowing things. We never tell them something is wrong, we never tell them what the process is here, we just keep that vague statement as gospel for moments of confusion." "I have to admit," Mr. Noland said with contrition, "this is a remarkable institution. I thought this place would be like A Clockwork Orange, or some dystopian novel. Something I wouldn't truly believe in. Of course, I've seen the results: Dependents all over the country are happy with their caregivers. But seeing it now..." He was so impressed! "Please, Dr. Rourke, what comes next?" "You may call me Maddie, if you'd like," she said. "Maddie,” he parroted. “Alright." Maddie motioned to a door to the right of the control room. "This is the television studio; we produce all of our own programming here for the Nursery phase. I'm sure you've heard at least a little about this stage of the process, no?" "Brilliant Bunny Brainwash," Mr. Noland said with a chuckle. "It's the number one rated television show for Dependents. Every single one of them walks around with their stuffed bunnies like the world would end if they let them go. Whatever marketing scheme you pulled, you did a great job. This facility must make millions in sales alone." "Ah, yes. Marketing." Maddie couldn't help but stifle a laugh, a private little chuckle of her own. Yes, the program was funded 35% now by the sales of merchandise licenses, but the key components of the process were actually provided for free to the Dependents. "Bunny is actually one of the most important elements to the process, Mr. Noland. Would you like to learn how?" "I would love to," he said with a smile. "And please, call me Emery." The two had moved past formality rather quickly. But this would be a long day, and they could save time by moving past each others' titles. "So this Bunny Brainwash character is actually a part of the Dependent program?” Emery asked. “It's not just some TV character?" "That's correct.” Maddie opened the door into the production studio, where they were greeted with more monitors and computers. "We have three studios producing content: one for Dependents in the Nursery Program, one for the public viewing, and we have a third that covers the overflow, as well as producing some limited works in other languages." And this was important. "The process of conditioning becomes one of longevity, recovery, relapse. The brain is an amazing thing, Emery, and the workload required to do even annual reinforcement programs for Dependents would have been prohibitive at best. So... we created an icon. An attachment. A brand. And through the Brilliant Bunny Brainwash brand, we're able to ensure a constant stream of reinforcing content." "That's remarkable." Emery looked onward at the screens, different visuals of a cartoon bunny with mis-matched eyes. One blue, one pink. The bunny liked to perform magic tricks, and each episode was a different situation the bunny would resolve or escape from using magic. Though Emery had no interest in a Dependent of his own, he knew enough about the program from secondhand exposure. "I have to ask, for a friend. She insists Bunny Brainwash is a girl. Is that true?" "Well, Bunny has no defined gender," Maddie explained. "It's important for marketing; the Dependents can give Bunny whatever gender they want." "What about the voice for the TV program?" "Well, the program is silent. Only a Dependent can hear it. If you are so curious, you'll have to ask one of them." Constantly, Emery found himself more and more impressed by Maddie's wit. "It's one of the reasons I think that you being here is without merit, too,” Maddie said rather coldly. “Any relapse or cause of unrest in the Dependent population can easily be controlled by our programming. Think of it like..." What was the best way to put this? "Like pushing an update for your phone. If there's any bugs in our work, we can patch our products," which in this case meant actual human beings, "on the fly." Emery didn't like the idea of his visit being 'without merit', but he understood her point of view. So far, the Dependent program was working, even if it had a few bugs. By the end of the day, he hoped he wouldn't find any glaring flaws in the system. “So, what exactly does Bunny Brainwash do here?" Emery asked. "You said the Nursery programs are different to the television ones?" "The human element actually turned out to be the weakest link in the Nursery - early Dependents would come to resent the staff, which led to difficulties in training. But now their days are split between playtime, integration with the other patients, and six episodes per day of Bunny. Because we have constant medical supervision, we can subject them to longer, more intense episodes - about ninety minutes each. The at-home episodes are about eight minutes.” "So by subjecting Dependents like Bettie to so much Bunny Brainwash, they... become babies?" Emery asked, skeptically. "Pardon my lack of applause, but that seems unlikely. Even without memories, they wouldn't just give up their adulthood so easily." "It's not so simple, Emery,” Maddie went on. “They are placed in an environment with those already in various stages of development. This gives them a subconscious notion of what is supposed to happen to them, even if they don't quite figure it out consciously. Then they're allowed only age appropriate mental stimulation, punished for deviation and praised for adherence, and then... yes, an important part of the program is their sessions with Bunny. No single avenue of reeducation works as an island, but with a combination of our techniques, the process speaks for itself." "Still," Emery said flatly. "I understand your methods on the surface, but what is so special about a television program that only Dependents can hear?" It wasn't that Emery himself didn't believe in Maddie - or in the institution she worked for - but that he didn't feel like he had a full picture. "I'm not sure I understand your skepticism, Emery - how about you tell me how I can help you to better understand the process?" Maddie smiled with an air of mischief. "I could have it arranged that you get your own implant, and then you can listen to Bunny for yourself?" Emery gave Maddie a hard stare and the cute doctor laughed it off. "I'm only kidding!" But Emery wasn't laughing... "Perhaps you could explain these programs a little further?” he said. “What makes them work? What do the Dependents hear? Why do they listen? Why do they care? Can't they just walk away or ignore it? It seems so... exploitable." And exploitation meant risk. Emery Noland didn't like risk. Maddie sighed and went into the technical details: “There's a frequency spike at the beginning of each broadcast, and at each two minute interval, that invokes a dopamine release to a Dependent - they don't walk away, because they're literally addicted to what Bunny has to say to them." That was the simple version. "The programming for the in-house episodes covers the basics of their new lives; that they're babies now, that they wear diapers, that they use them and always have. We build excitement and pleasure into basic things; matching colors, staying within the lines, playing hide and seek and winning. All these responses already exist in most everybody, we just bring them back to the surface." Maddie studied Emery's face and knew that her explanation wasn't enough. With a sigh, she opened the door to the hallway and motioned onward. "If you need a demonstration, I'm sure we can arrange it. Let's go." Emery nodded his head and followed Maddie out of the Brilliant Bunny Brainwash studio, down the hall, and toward the Nursery. * * * * * "This is Angel," Maddie explained, gesturing to a girl who was seated on the floor in the middle of a room with pastel colored walls and soft carpet. She looked like she might have been 30-something long ago, but didn't look anywhere near that age now. "She came to us in Phase 1, before Bunny. She was a repeat relapse; we had to resize her twice, and the facility had her in extensive therapy to try and break down her resistance. That was before." She couldn't keep pride out of her voice. "Now, she's completely pliant,” Maddie explained. "We just got her back yesterday, and look at her. Look at her eyes, look at that innocence, that naiveté." And it was true; her eyes were glossy and faraway, and she was focused intently on the screen on the furthest wall, occasionally giggling at the animated, yet silent, bunny. Mr. Noland knew a bit about Phase 1 - the original Dependent program. In some subjects, it worked perfectly. But relapses were so frequent that the program was nearly shut down. It was too dangerous to the public. Then, Phase 2 rolled out and relapses dropped significantly. Emery watched the girl as she watched her show. No matter how Emery and Maddie moved about the child's playroom, Angel didn't look away from the screen. A weird static hummed through the room. Like a hiss from a radio, or a buzz from a television. But quieter. Almost silent. Emery stuck his finger in his ear and wiggled it. "You're sure this can't affect us? Only the Dependents can hear it?" "I'm absolutely positive," Maddie said with confidence. "If it would affect us, Emery, you'd know it - I'd be in a messy diaper and you'd be sucking your thumb." She laughed, but he didn't seem to see the humor in that. "Our nursery staff are exposed for many, many hours a day without any sort of impact on their cognitive well-being. The hypnosis scripts themselves are rather benign to begin with, but to a Dependent, with their other changes, their need to fill that void of self? It feels like it's their own thoughts." "...that makes sense," Emery said, feeling a little more at ease. The humming must have been from the screen or something, because the second the program stopped, the humming stopped as well. Angel blinked at the empty screen, looking forlorn. Her head was filled with new, quiet ideas, locked deep in her mind. But she couldn't even remember what they were. She didn't even remember what she was watching! She turned around and nearly jumped to her feet in surprise, finding the two adults looming over her. Her eyes grew wet with fear and she started to cry. "Angel.” The girls never remembered Maddie's name, not by the time they were flushed into the nursery for processing. Angel, though, was a special case - she'd been in and out for a long time, her head was a mess of ideas and concepts. She'd been incontinent by Dependent standards for a long time, but her higher sense of self didn't get broken down by that. She knew Maddie's name, though, even when crying and hysterical. That was why Angel wasn't put out into the nursery proper. "Do you want uppies?" Maddie asked. Angel's tears subsided for a moment as she looked at Maddie's face in recognition. After wiping the water off her cheeks with her fists, she nodded her head and raised her arms. Maddie bent down, cupping Angel beneath the arms, and pulling her onto her hip. Dependents were lighter than normal adults - akin to that of a big child. A woman like Maddie had no problem holding her in her arms. "I miss'd you, Ma-dda!" Angel whined, pushing her face into Maddie's hair. Her speech was infantile, high pitched, and incapable of pronouncing certain syllables. All part of her training. But Angel never seemed to notice. Sharing a knowing look with the ever-curious Emery, Maddie brushed one lock of Angel's hair back and spoke back to her in a sing-song manner. "Oh you did? But I bet you barely noticed I was gone at all, silly little Angel! And you had so much fun with Bunny, didn't you? Have you been good for Bunny? Maybe if you keep being good, you'll get a visit from Bunny, too, and they'll stay with you forever and ever." Angel's eyes lit up like Christmas lights in a midnight suburbia, casting bright reflections across the untouched snow. It was so pure, so complete, that even Emery was staggered by her expression. "I wan' see Bunny!! Pwease, Ma-dda! Pwease! I be da best girl! I will, I will! I do ev'ry ting Bunny says!" She was so adamant, so sure of herself. Her heart raced in anticipation. For Bunny to visit her... it was a dream come true! And in her excitement, her diaper grew warmer and wetter. "Well, I suppose we'll just have to see if Bunny thinks you've been a good enough girl, huh sugarplum?" With a kiss on the forehead, Maddie set the girl back down on the floor and offered her a rattle from her pocket to play with. Discretely, she gestured to the door for her and Emery to leave. Angel looked at the rattle with bright eyes, shaking it in her fists as she was plopped down in the center of the floor. She put it to her lips and sucked softly on the plastic, then shook it again and giggled. Before she could notice, Maddie and Emery had slipped out of the room. "She's perfect," Emery said, when the two were alone. By the tone of his voice, he was beyond impressed. He would have to think up a whole new word. Astounded? Amazed? "A model Dependent! And what are her chances of relapse this time?" "Close to zero, but the human brain is a pretty resourceful little worker bee so I never say anything is 100% certain when it comes to that." Although, Maddie noted to herself, if Angel did relapse, or if she was putting on an act? It would be the longest con ever played. "She's such an interesting case, too,” Maddie went on. “Heavily religious values, and unwavering faith that things are going to turn out for her in the end. Her family is excited to have her back; they haven't seen her in years. We do good work here, Emery." Five years ago, Emery would have never thought something like this was possible. But now, seeing it with his own eyes... he let out a sigh of relief. "I'm just happy that the future of our country is in such good hands, Maddie." But there were a few more things he had to check off on his list. "I still need to see the Nursery you spoke of earlier. And I need to know about the specific contents of the Brilliant Bunny Brainwash videos. Just the facility ones." "Absolutely." There was actually a room for beta testing playback, where the files would be listened to - in full - by facility staff in proper audio format. Were there side effects to that? Well, obviously. But they were minor and non-persistent, and no staff member was allowed to multiple rotations without sufficient time off to ensure no lasting changes. Mostly, the programs were listened to in order to find issues with pacing and flow, to take notes on redundancy, check for tenses, anything that could break the immersion. This was an important step. "Come with me,” she said. “We'll visit the testing room." Emery followed Maddie down another hall, into a new area of the facility, where the floors were solid concrete and the high ceilings had no tiles. The first room on the right said "Testing" and an "In Progress" light was turned off. Maddie opened the door and led Emery inside. There was nowhere to sit, no headphones, nothing of the sort - just a lightbox on one of the walls, like a teleprompter from a studio set. "You'll hear the audio playing,” Maddie explained, “and you can read along with the script. It's important that you don't chase the white rabbit, and that you don't allow yourself to become comfortable. Understand?" "Wait, what?! You mean, you just play the files like... without any protection?" "Your mind is your protection," Maddie explained patiently. "You aren't broken down like the Dependents. You aren't helpless to this. To you, it's like listening to an audiobook." "An audiobook that can turn me into an infant," Emery snapped back. "Even if some of the messages seeped through," Maddie sighed, "they are temporary at best. A day, maybe two. We have staff do this all the time. Including me." "I still don't like it..." Emery knew how powerful this place could be. He didn't want to find himself at its mercy. "You're the Secretary of Homeland Security, Emery, do you think if something happened to you that there wouldn't be consequences? I wouldn't be allowing you to listen to the programs if I thought there was any risk of permanent harm." Emery crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. Maddie was right. If anything happened to him, this facility would have hell to pay. She wouldn't have suggested it if she wasn't certain. So with begrudging resignation, he nodded his head. "Alright. Let's do it, then." There were sub-tones at first, barely audible and imperceptible notes that played in ascending and descending patterns, like raindrops on a glass window pane. They were easy to follow, easy to chase, drips and drops that were just sounds. And maybe they were words, too, maybe they'd become words? Or maybe they always were. The teleprompter didn't show anything other than the word [Induction], though, and didn't seem to be scrolling. Maddie had heard the inductions dozens of times, and she knew that fighting it was just a matter of focusing on the word on the screen. Emery, meanwhile, had closed his eyes - a rookie error. Maddie snapped her fingers a few times and Emery opened his eyes with a start "What? Huh?" "Don't close your eyes," Maddie said seriously. "Don't listen too closely. Just read along." Maddie pointed to the teleprompter, just as it clicked away from the word [Induction]. Emery nodded his head in understanding and tried to take the experience more seriously. The last thing he needed was to wet his pants at work... Little one, you're lost. You're lost and you can't find your way. The world all around you, the place unfamiliar. You can't find the path back home. The sky is unfamiliar, and the air smells all wrong. Little one, you're lost. You're alone and you're afraid. It's like the world opened up and you were swallowed. You can't remember where home is. And you can't tell is from was. Little one, you're lost. Your thoughts don't make any sense. You're hearing them out loud. They're outside your head. Help them find their way back in. Little one, you're lost. A flower, a butterfly, a river, a bunny. Soft and white with pretty colored eyes. You've always loved bunnies. You follow and hop and dash behind. Little one, you're lost. Follow the pretty bunny. All the way home. Deep underground. It smells so lovely here. Little one, you're lost. The ground is soft and the air is sweet You sit with the bunny, you listen. The words are soft, and you want to hear. Lean in closer, lean in and watch. Little one, you're lost. You're such a good child Never anything else. Your thoughts tell you lies. But Bunny is honest. Little one, you're lost. Bunny knows best. Bunny knows your thoughts. Bunny knows the way. Follow Bunny, always. Little one, you're lost. You crave cuddles, you need the touch. You crave love, real love. You must be good, always good. You're small and frightened, alone. You don't want to be alone. You need Bunny. You crave Bunny. You hear Bunny, you feel Bunny in your head. Follow Bunny. Deeper deeper, tumbling down, chasing Bunny. Deeper deeper, turns and bends, holding Bunny. Deeper deeper, you hit the bottom, Bunny tells you truths. You're tiny, you're a child, you're Dependent, you can't do it. You're too little for that. Too little for worries. Too little for work. Too little for dreams. Too little for choices. Without Bunny, you're nothing. Little one, you've found yourself. You're not lost. You just forgot who you always were. The teleprompter turned off and Emery felt a fuzzy sickness in his head. He looked away from the teleprompter and leaned against the wall. The voice... he thought for sure it was a woman, but on recall, he wasn't entirely positive. It spoke softly, like a lullaby. It begged him to close his eyes, but he knew better. He was lucky that Maddie was here... "Are you alright?" she asked him, looking a little worried. "Yes, yes. Fine. Just a little dizzy." She smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "That'll pass in a few minutes." And a few minutes later, sure enough, it did. Maddie handed him a glass of water and he drank it all at once. Emery finally stood upright and took a deep breath. "Well, I was clearly wrong to doubt you," he conceded. With audio alone, he had reacted. What would happen with video? Or if he were in a state like Angel or Bettie? "That's a Level 1 Program,” Maddie noted, pleased that such a basic demonstration had been enough. "You can imagine the combination of this with the real life feeling of loss and loneliness we impart." "Yeah," Emery said with a sigh. "How long was that file?" "Oh, uh... ninety minutes? But that sample clip was about six minutes long." "It felt like ten seconds," Emery said. "Yes, that's common. Here, I'll show you one more." "Oh, uh... I don't think that will be necessary," Emery said with a nervous smile. Even now, he couldn't completely remember what the teleprompter had told him only minutes ago. "I trust you won't have any issue writing your report?” Maddie asked seriously, and Emery nodded his head. In honesty, Emery was curious about the other Bunny Brainwash files. Was that how they encouraged Dependents to become incontinent? But the risks far outweighed Emery's rewards. “Come on. On the way out I can take you on a tour of the Nursery. I do need to warn you though, if you haven't been around babies in a while, you might want to hold your nose." Ah, yes, doctor humor. Maddie led the way into a wing with a large sign: "NURSERY". Maddie swiped a key card on the wall and a set of double doors unlocked, leading the way into the nursery proper. Immediately, the both of them were met with the smell of fresh baby powder and the sounds of loud babbling. There were thirty adult-sized-children, or was that child-sized-adults? But only two facilitating staff, who were wandering around. The whole room was huge, maybe the size of a small warehouse. In the center, taking up most of the space, was a massive steel-enforced plastic fence, five and a half feet tall and bolted into the ground. Emery himself could only barely rest his arms on top of it, and he knew intrinsically that no Dependent would ever be able to climb out. The floor was made of soft colorful foam and the walls were stenciled and decorated like a nursery. Emery could only imagine how huge this room must look from the center, where the tiny adults would wake up. "This is one of six nurseries in this facility,” Maddie told him. “We want to expand further so we can process more at a time, but obviously that rests on your signature Mr. Secretary." Hint hint. "There's a kind of method to the madness; we arrange them in a circular shape so that the newest nursery intakes wake up nearby to the most senior... as it were. It helps promote a circular nature of development and mentorship." "Can we go inside?" Emery asked. "Of course!" Maddie approached one side of the fence. She scanned her hand on an embossed panel, which seemed to unlock a concealed gate. "Before we go in, just remember that a number of these Dependents are a day or two from leaving. You gotta just think of them as kids." "Yeah, sure." Emery followed Maddie into the oversized playpen and the gate clicked shut behind them, locking them both inside. Sure enough, most of the boys and girls were wearing nothing but a t-shirt and large white diapers. Some had booties on their feet, and some had skirts or dresses, short enough to peek underneath. A few were sucking on pacifiers, a few others drinking bottles, and a lot of the longer-haired adults had their hair in pigtails. But the one thing Emery didn't expect was the smell. As they passed a boy playing with trains, a thick stink surrounded him. "Oh wow. Someone needs a change, huh? Should you notify the staff?" "Not right away," Maddie explained. “For a Dependent, diaper-usage is a non-event. It's normal, and if we made a big fuss of their incontinence then it would draw attention. For those new to the Nursery, we do make a bigger deal of it to help the aspects of their new life become very apparent; otherwise the facilitators will do a sweep every few hours and get everybody changed." Emery whistled and shook his head. Poor boy, he thought. But he was a traitor, after all. He got himself into this mess, quite literally. So Emery continued through the playroom until a girl ran up to him. "Hi! You wan' pway dolls?!" Without asking, she pushed a doll into his hands. "I'm sorry, cutie," Emery said down to her. "But I have to go to work. He handed the doll back and ruffled her hair. In response, her bottom lip started to tremble and tears filled her eyes. "What Daddy Emery means, Scarlet," - Maddie, of course, knew every patient’s name - "is that he would love to play with you, but he can only play for a few minutes this time. Now, how about you go dress your dollies up for when Daddy Emery is ready to play? There's a good girl." Scarlet ran away with excitement to go find some clothes for her doll. As she ran, she waddled from foot to foot, coping with the massive diaper between her legs, poking out from under her dress. Even from here, Emery could see the sagging yellow padding. "She'll forget about you in a minute," Maddie explained. "She'll be too busy picking out clothes to remember why she's doing it in the first place." Just then, a quiet tone rang out through the entire room, echoing off the walls. Emery looked up in confusion. "Bunny Brainwash is starting," Maddie told him, pointing at the three different TVs around the room. "Do they all show the same episodes?" Emery asked. "We used to do it that way, but it took a long time. So we came up with a new solution.” While she spoke, Maddie led Emery around the room, to one of the televisions. Already, boys and girls were racing to the TV areas. “We upgraded their hearing implant to recognize a wider range of frequencies. We decide which ones to turn off and which to turn on.” Which meant... "So we can broadcast five different levels of programming and when we're ready for a Dependent to move to the next level, we send a signal and they can no longer hear those high band frequencies." "So, you're saying all the episodes of Brilliant Bunny Brainwash are the same, except for the audio?" “There are different videos, of course, for variety. But they aren’t that important,” Maddie confirmed. "The video is there to help with the trance, but a lot of Dependents close their eyes after the first minute or so." Similar to the way Emery himself had, in the testing room. One or two Dependents were arguing: “Where are we going? What’s going on?” But their fellow inmates grabbed their wrists and dragged them to the TVs all the same. Then the TVs clicked on at the same time and the cartoon bunny moved about all three screens in sync. There was no sound, but for a light static in Emery's ears. "Do you hear that?" he asked, looking around the room. "You're experiencing a minor side-effect of your earlier session,” Maddie said simply. “Our ears can all hear what's happening in the transmissions, but they discard the audio without processing it. Don’t worry so much." And that meant the million dollar question: "So, will we be funded for another term?" "Huh? Oh. Uh..." Emery fumbled around in his pocket for his phone, opening up a document he had saved the day before coming here. A checklist of the stuff he needed to review, questions that needed to be answered... tons of formalities, really. He read through the page ten or fifteen times, never quite aware that he had started it over. Maddie waited patiently with a smile for nearly ten minutes. "I believe I have everything. But, I, uh... would like to review a Dependent that is leaving today. Just to be sure." "Absolutely, Mr. Secretary, wait right here." Maddie didn't expect to be right back, of course, because all of the Dependents in the Nursery at this moment were busily engaged with Bunny Brainwash. But Emery seemed quite entranced himself, glancing at the screen from across the room. The poor man - honestly, under Phase 3 of the Dependent Project, he'd never pass the assessment test; he was so susceptible, so vulnerable, so looking to be guided. Emery wasn't sure how long it had been. The TV program clicked off and the static in his ears disappeared. The adult babies sat around sucking their thumbs, curled up on the carpet, and pushing messes into their diapers. Emery took a few steps away from them and turned around toward the entrance, almost bumping right into Maddie. "Hey! I was just coming to get you," Maddie said with a smile. "I have a Dependent for your final review, if you'll follow me." * * * * * "Emery, this is Selphie." Sitting across the table was a cute girl with her hair in braids and pretty purple glasses. When she smiled, she revealed a set of pink and blue braces on her teeth, too. A special request from her Caregiver, Maddie presumed. It wasn't uncommon. She was building blocks on the tabletop, swinging her feet that barely touched the ground. "It's nice to meet you, Selphie," Emery said with a smile. Selphie gave a shy wave and hid behind her stuffed rabbit. It had been a long time since she was around a man so big before. In the playpen, all the grown-ups were girls! But he seemed nice, so she muttered a quiet "hewwo". "Is this your bunny?" Emery asked. Selphie nodded. "Where did you get him?" "Iss a girl," Selphie said with a pout. "Of course, of course! I'm sorry about that. Where did you get her?" “Iono." Selphie answered, shrugging her shoulders and stacking one pink block on one blue one, while cuddling her bunny under her arm. “Is Bunny, I always hadded Bunny..." Maddie watched on, proud as punch over the quality of her project. "All the Dependents are given a bunny to go home with," Maddie explained. "They have subliminal messages inside them, that repeat the lessons they've learned here. They are also programmed to be the most important thing to a Dependent - if Selphie left her bunny at home, for example, she would probably have a total meltdown." "Is it okay to talk about this stuff in front of her?" Emery asked. "She knows what she is," Maddie assured him. "Isn't that right, baby girl?" "Uh huh!" Selphie smiled brightly, though it was clear she hadn't been paying the slightest bit of attention. "Selphie," Emery said to the overgrown baby. "You wear diapers, don't you? Is that weird?" "Nuhuh, need diapees." Selphie nodded, giggling and coming out of her shell a little bit. "Otherwise haff lots axydents uhhuh." Maddie filled in a little more on that. "By default, they're not ashamed of their need for diapers; it's very normal to them from their perspective. Sometimes we get requests for them to be ashamed, or shy, or humiliated, and we can accommodate that, but Selphie is pretty textbook." "Tessboo!" Selphie parroted, giggling again. "Requests?" Emery asked. "Some Caregivers are looking for a specific kind of Dependent. Some want very young, infantile babies. Others more mature toddlers. The core tenants are the same, so it's no different to us. In reality, the difference is exactly one audio-file in post-treatment." "And how do you decide who is a Caregiver?” Emery asked. “How do you assign them?" "For a lot of the patients it comes down to who's willing to take on the role - it's a big responsibility, and we don’t yet provide Caregiver programming. So we need to do vetting the old fashioned way, and not everyone is a good match." And some Caregivers were those who checked their Dependent into the program in the first place. Lovers. Family members. Jilted ex's... "Well. I guess I've seen everything I need to see then." Emery patted Selphie on the head and stood up, looking at the doctor with a smile. "I see no reason why you can't continue doing things your way - it seems to be working. And as an American patriot, I'm grateful for your service to our country." "Of course, Emery. See to it that the papers are signed properly, and we get our funding so we can move into Phase 3, won't you?" He blinked in recollection, and then quickly nodded his head in agreement. * * * * * Maddie saw Emery out of the facility and watched his state-issued car pull away down the road. She leaned against the open door with a proud smile, before her co-worker - Meg - snuck up behind her. "So, how did it go?" she asked. "I think it went quite well," Maddie said brightly. "And he has no idea?" "Not a clue." Maddie took one last look out at the street as Mr. Emery Noland's car turned out of sight. "We won't be having any further trouble from Homeland Security." [End.] ~~~~~~~ Thank you for reading! Please Like, Comment, and check out our Patreon!
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  5. Jack: I go and call the doctor to come over
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  6. The easiest method is changing at scheduled times. My routine is to shower and change in morning after breakfast; then after lunch after I’ve messed my diaper; and finally before going to bed. Sometimes, an additional change may be necessary if I’m urinating very heavily, typically in the afternoon or in the middle of the night.
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  7. This is a very interesting post. I have been dealing with a really bad diaper rash lately and need to get a prescription diaper rash cream from my doctor. I have a onesie from Babykins and it is really comfortable. I only wear it when I sleep to keep my diaper in place.
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  8. Molicare Super, getting soaked really quick today.
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  9. Changing diapers is generally not a fun activity for the changer. Whether the diapered person is their spouse, their child, their parents, or even their grandparents, rarely is someone changing a perfectly clean diaper for another perfectly clean diaper. Urine smells, especially after time. Feces really smells bad immediately. Rare is the person who likes to get urine and/or feces on their hands, which happens regularly when one changes a diaper. Most nurses aides wear gloves for that reason. Are there people that like to change their partner's diapers? Sure, but those people are likely few and far between. Put yourself in the other person's shoes..... Let's say your significant other has a fetish for having you wipe their crotch and anus when they go to the bathroom. At first you probably wouldn't object, especially if fun times occurred soon thereafter. But over time the task at hand would grow old. Smelling your partner's feces and urine on a day in, day out basis will likely become more unpleasant, and more of a chore. Add to that if your partner menstruates, when then means you are adding period blood to the substances you'd be dealing with. At some point you'd likely say, "Hey, just go to the bathroom without me." Does it mean you don't love your partner anymore? Of course not. But when you are getting little to no pleasure out of an activity that your partner gets great pleasure out of, the natural state of things get unbalanced. When that happens, changes occur to get back to a more balanced state. The reality for ABDLs is that there's no guarantee that one will find a partner that will always cater to every need of an ABDL, year in and year out. People change, people grow older, circumstances change, etc. You may have a great situation one day, and the next you're wearing your diapers behind a closed door. Then the next day you could be back out in the open, because change isn't just one way. The more you need someone else to cater to your fetish, the less likely you will find a person to do so. There are some people out there that will live with a spouse that wears diapers, but won't participate in any ABDL activities. There are a lot fewer people out there that will be willing to treat their spouse like a baby for decades. For me, over time I've learned what the minimum level of attention to my fetish is required to keep it satisfied. Luckily it doesn't require any assistance from my spouse; only that my spouse accept that I regularly wear a diaper to bed. This has allowed me to stay married for several decades to the same person. If I insisted my spouse change my diapers on a regular basis, I am much less confident that I'd still be married.
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  10. New here, I have IBS-D and get sudden unexpected bouts of diarrhea semi-regularly. It used to be a couple times a month, but it's recently increased to a couple times a week. Twice yesterday, once the day before, and almost once today. Mostly they're small patches that would leave wet brown marks in my underwear (back when I wore underwear; I'm 24/7 now) but a few have been total blowouts that wrecked my pants and necessitated my stripping in the shower.
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  11. Yep. Eat plenty of fresh fruit and veg - preferably go vegetarian, ideally vegan. Get enough to drink. I don't really want to lose the ability to control my bowels, but it's a close thing at times .
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  12. If it's your goal to be fecal incontinent. Then just use your diapers for their intended purpose no more regular potty. In time you will lose your bowels as well. Taking pills to do it can harm your body that can lead to even more problems. So stick to a natural way of doing it.
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  13. I like to do those in a diaper. Not big on the regular underwear wetting or messing. Most of the time I mess without a diaper I have to throw out my underwear.
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  14. Thanks to everyone for the nice feedback! Chapter 5 Professor Brown was tired as he got out of his department meeting. The meeting was long and boring, but the end of this meeting meant the end of his workday. Despite his fatigue, Professor Brown was in a pretty good mood as he walked down the hall towards his office. He was looking forward to spending some time that weekend with his wife and two kids on a camping trip that weekend. Professor Brown was never a big fan of camping himself, but his wife and kids loved it, so he was more than happy to go on camping trips about once a month. As Professor Brown collected his things from his office and got ready to leave for the weekend, he noticed that the capstone paper on the portal was missing. He didn’t care and was actually impressed that Jack was going to take the time to read it, and try to understand how the unfinished portal was supposed to work. He smiled thinking about how enthusiastic Jack was about nuclear engineering. He collected the rest of his things, locked the door to his office, and then headed down the hall to let Jack know that he was leaving. As Professor Brown neared the entrance to the lab he heard a humming noise coming from the room. When he entered the lab, Professor Brown immediately noticed that something was seriously wrong. The portal was running and Jack wasn’t in the room. In addition, there was another student standing in front of the portal who wasn’t Jack. Professor Brown immediately set down his things and called Professor Isabella on his cell phone. As the phone was ringing Professor Brown paced nervously back and forth. After what seemed like an eternity, Professor Isabella picked up on the other end, “Hello.” “Isabel, we have a major problem,” Professor Brown said with a soft, but urgent tone in his voice. “Jack figured out that the portal works and appears to have successfully traveled to another universe.” “Shit!” Isabel replied. “Check the travel history on the portal and then shut it down and secure the nuclear waste. Now I regret talking to Jack about traveling between alternate realities in Modern Physics Lecture today. I never thought he’d actually find the portal, let alone get it to work. Anyways, why the hell did you even let him mess with that thing? Also, I don’t have time to help you deal with this right now. I’ve got to catch a flight to San Diego for a research symposium in two hours. What universe did he even end up in?” “He was asking questions about the projects and I wanted to help him understand the different projects. Besides, I had to run to a department meeting and I didn’t think he’d steal nuclear waste! Anyways, the computer says ‘paradise’ is the last portal entry.” “Oh, he’ll be fine. There are beach parties everywhere in that universe. Let him take the weekend off,” Isabel replied. “You may be wrong about that. Sophia from the capstone group went into the software and scrambled all the universe names. Each replacement knows their universe’s name, but that’s it. I don’t even think Sophia knows which names correspond to what universes because her program just randomly scrambled them. I guess that’s news to you, but I’m sure you remember how Sophia also took the liberty of scrubbing the coordinates to the universe she found where humans had built an interstellar super-civilization by the year 2000.” Professor Brown said. “I didn’t realize that Sophia messed with the portal that much after we’d fixed that little situation we were in, but you don’t need to remind me on how we lost out big time on being able to solve every problem on Earth because the super-civilization’s leadership was too worried about their weapons technology falling into ‘the hands of inferior humans’ to give us crops that could grow in the desert and be watered with saltwater as well as vaccines to all diseases both known and unknown to us. As for Jack, well natural consequences then. You steal radioactive nuclear waste and mess around with a portal, you end up in a random universe where you may get killed. Let’s just be glad he wasn’t dumped into space.” Isabel said matter-of-factly. “Look, we need to move on from the past. Sure we lost everyone on that capstone team except Sophia. I don’t know if you remember, but she was the one who saved our asses when the negotiations with the super civilization went south. Also she found people who were willing to come here from their respective universes and take on the identities of everyone in the capstone group.” “Wait a second, you said Sophia found replacements for everyone in the capstone group. Did she also replace herself?” “No, of course not! Sophia didn’t replace herself. That’s a ridiculous proposition. Anyways, I hope you catch your flight on time,” Professor Brown said, and with that he hung up the phone, sighed, and turned around to face the student in the room. “Hello Professor Brown, I’m Jack’s friend Rahul. I’m a sophomore studying Materials Science and Engineering. Jack texted me staying to come down here because he found a working inter-dimensional portal. I thought that this was just a joke, but I guess not.” Rahul said. “Pleasure to meet you. I hope you understand that your friend is in big trouble for stealing nuclear waste and just got himself into a different universe where, well where just about any of 6 situations could be going down. That portal has six different universes where Jack should have ended up, and most of them are not great places. I would advise you to stay put here, let me close the portal, and we let Jack get punishment for stealing nuclear waste by living in whatever universe he landed in.” Professor Brown replied. “I don’t think you are going to like this, but I’m going in to join Jack. I know you don’t want me to, but I would like to bring him back home or at least live with him in this alternate dimension.” “Listen, I don’t want to let you go, but it takes 5 minutes to shut down the portal, so there isn’t a lot I can do to stop you from jumping into the portal. I’m going to give you one shot at your ridiculous rescue mission. Once you step through that portal I’m going to shut it down. I’ll open the portal up again from 8 pm to 9 pm on Sunday. Their timekeeping system will most likely work differently, so set your watch. If you aren’t here at that time I close the portal and you’ll live there forever.” Professor Brown paused, then continued, “Rahul, there’s a very slim chance this universe is a nice place. The bookmarked universes on this portal were bookmarked because they were universes we found that weren’t empty space, not because they were good places. Some are ruled by authoritarian regimes, others are nuclear wastelands, and in others their technology is decades behind ours. I hope you understand that I think you should stay because you will likely be stuck in that universe forever. You probably won’t like the place where you end up and the people there may kill you.” “I can’t just leave Jack there. I’d rather die with him than give up on him.” Rahul said. “I hope you know that you are making the biggest mistake ever, and there’s one more thing I need to tell you before you go.” “What?” “You can’t ever tell anyone about this portal. Not in that universe or the one you are about to enter,” Professor Brown replied. “Why exactly?” “Because I said so. Now either get your ass into that portal, or stay here—like a sensible person would—and I’ll tell you the full story.” And with that Rahul steeped through the portal and into the unknown to find his friend. Chapter 6 Jack awoke a couple hours later after having the best sleep of his life. He felt very relaxed and comfortable. He was slowly sucking on something that was very soothing, but then opened his eyes and struggled to remember where he was. Jack was snuggling with a teddy bear, sucking on a pacifier, wearing a onesie and diaper, and laying in a crib. Jack slowly began to remember modern physics class, talking to Professor Brown, stealing nuclear waste, traveling through the portal, getting discovered by Mommy Sara, being spanked, bathed, diapered, and then put to bed. Each scene flashed through his mind one after another like both the worst nightmare and best dream of his entire life playing at the exact same time. As soon as he realized that this wasn’t some weird dream, but reality, Jack sat up, spat out the pacifier, and yelled “What the fuck just happened?” Immediately, Mommy Sara came over to his crib, lowered the railing, picked up Jack, placed him over her knee, and started to spank him. Mommy Sara then said in a stern voice, “What did I tell little baby Jackie about swearing? I guess you didn’t learn your lesson from last time.” Jack could tell that this spanking was different. The swats were harder, but it was over after just twenty whacks and it was over his diaper. She wasn’t trying to seriously punish him, just give him a subtle reminder of what happened to him earlier and how she could do that again or worse. However, even though he didn’t feel much, if any, physical pain, everyone in the nursery was staring at him and it was humiliating. After the first swat landed on Jack’s diapered butt he’d wet his diaper and started to cry. Jack realized that there was no point in trying to contain the embarrassment of the situation and just let everything out. “Now you’re going to go sit in the corner for twenty minutes in time-out and think about what you’ve done. You aren’t allowed to talk to anyone, and you only get one stuffie to cuddle with.” Mommy Sara stated in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. Mommy Sara then took off Jack’s onesie leaving him in just a diaper, set him down in the corner facing the wall, and then placed a teddy bear in his arms and a pacifier in his mouth. Jack felt even more humiliated now than he did during the spanking. He wondered why he ever stepped through that portal in the first place. He had a decent thing going back on Earth and now here he was crying, dressed like a baby, and sitting in a wet diaper in a nursery. On Earth he had classes that he enjoyed, friends he loved hanging out with, and a party tonight that his crush would probably be at. If Jack had been asked a few hours prior if he thought time out was an effective punishment, he would have said of course not. However, time was crawling by at a glacial pace and after spending about ten minutes questioning all of his life choices and having a minor existential crisis, Jack realized that there was nothing for him to do. He was mind-numbingly board and very humiliated as he could feel the other adults dressed as babies or toddlers staring and gawking at him. From behind him he heard one girl whisper to another person, “That little said a really, really, really bad word, so he got spanked and now is, is in…time out.” She’d said “time out” like he was some sort of hardened criminal that was doing time in prison for a very serious crime. Jack couldn’t help but chuckle at the preposterousness of this situation. He’d cussed, something that wasn’t a big deal, and then he’d been spanked and forced to sit in the corner for a long time. It seemed like everything here was getting blown out of proportion. Regardless, he was still board out of his mind, getting hungry, and there was a churning sensation inside his bowels with still a solid six minutes left in his time out. “Great, just great,” Jack thought, “What better way to spend my Friday night than shitting myself in a weird universe where most aspects of life suck, but some happen to be surprisingly nice? Oh fuck, how can I actually like this?” Jack moaned realizing that his odds of getting out of shitting himself were pretty slim and the odds of getting to leave this universe were even slimmer. But what bothered Jack the most was the fact that, deep down, he could somehow be enjoying life in this strange universe. “I guess paradise is whatever you want it to be,” Jack thought as he barred his face in his teddy bear and sucked on his pacifier knowing that he was still stuck in the damn corner for five more minutes. “Maybe time out was a serious punishment for a serious crime after all?”
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  15. This is a sequel to "Tommy's Tribulations" that can be read here for free: https://www.patreon.com/posts/tommys-complete-26290661 --- Tommy has a new routine whether he likes it or not and with no respite from the diapers he becomes increasingly blasé about using his diapers. He finds that his friend, Rob, is becoming increasingly concerned about Tommy's withdrawal and fobbing Rob off with excuses is getting harder to do. Finally, when Sandra and George go out they leave Erin in charge of her brother but things don't go how Erin might've wanted and for once it isn't Tommy on the end of his parent's ire. --- This and all my other story updates are available one week earlier than here and other places on my Patreon page. It is thanks to my lovely patrons that I am able to write as much as I do. For $5 patrons can see story updates one week earlier than everyone else whilst $10 patrons get the early access plus access to TWENTY-ONE exclusive stories! 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He would use his diapers for everything and get changed whenever one of his parents felt like doing it. Sometimes he would be sat in his wet diaper for hours but he learned to live with it, he didn’t bother to ask for changes and would just wait for someone to notice when he needed one. He often walked around his house with just his diaper on his lower half and it became less and less unusual for Tommy to walk around the house in his diaper. It wouldn’t be unusual for Tommy to come down the stairs for food or something and his father or step-mother would come over to casually check him. He just grew used to it happening multiple times a day, the only thing he would go to his parents for specifically was a messy diaper and it was gradually becoming acceptable for Tommy to wander around in a messy diaper. Without thinking about it Tommy was making the diapers increasingly normal and he found that even Erin’s taunts were getting easier to shake off though he was still concerned about her ability to blackmail him. On occasion Tommy would find himself using his pacifiers both in private and around his family, especially when he needed to concentrate. If he was working on something or playing a competitive game he would put a soother in to chew on, he found that it helped him concentrate even if it was quite embarrassing. Neither of Tommy’s parents brought up the pacifier though he suspected that Sandra had mentioned it to George at some point. He was glad that no one made a big deal about it, even when Erin tried to bring it up the conversation was soon changed by the parents. The small latex bulb did a lot to soothe his anxieties. Tommy now barely gave any thought to when he needed the bathroom. It didn’t matter where or when he needed to go because he wasn’t allowed to use the toilet anyway. The years of toilet training that had taught Tommy to be aware of his body’s feelings was slowly being eroded. Something which took years to master was being lost in weeks. As Tommy turned on his computer he received all his usual notifications including new messages from Rob who was increasingly insistent that they hang out some time. Tommy tried to deflect the requests and think of excuses to get him out of these meet-ups but it was difficult to say no to someone every day without sounding like you didn’t want to talk to them at all. More than once Tommy thought about telling Rob the truth of what was going on but he couldn’t risk another person knowing of his shameful secret and using it to hurt him. Tommy had just finished excusing himself from a fishing trip with Rob, an activity he usually enjoyed, when he heard his door open. He turned around to see Erin was already inside the room, he frowned and pulled the pacifier he had been chewing on out of his mouth. He hated when Erin just invited herself into his room but there was little he could do about it, if he complained she would just say she was going to check his diaper and be let off the hook. Sandra and George would praise her for being a good little helper. “What do you want?” Tommy asked with hostility. “Is that how you say good morning to you sister?” Erin asked as she sat on the edge of Tommy’s bed. Tommy ignored his step-sister and turned back to his computer. He didn’t want to play her games so he placed his pacifier down next to his mouse and started clicking through some webpages again. With his attention diverted he didn’t see as Erin took one of the bottles and stuck it in the waistband around the back of her shorts. Tommy paid his step-sister no mind until he suddenly felt her hand press against his diaper’s padding. She was not gentle in her approach. “Still wet?” Erin asked needlessly, “Hasn’t mom or George been up to change you yet?” “You can do it if you like.” Tommy retorted sarcastically. He knew his little sister, despite all the fun she was having, didn’t want to be involved in any changing. “Gross…” Erin said, “I’ll tell mom to come up and sort you out before lunch even if you do seem happy to sit there like a baby.” Tommy ignored Erin’s taunting and just to emphasise how little he cared he stuck his soother back in his mouth and wiggled it at his sister who rolled her eyes and backed out of the room when Tommy turned back to the screen. “Such a baby…” Erin muttered as she made her way out of her older brother’s bedroom with the baby’s bottle she had snuck away. “Come on, Tommy! Don’t you want to hang out with me?” Rob had typed a message to Tommy whilst he had been distracted with Erin. “I do!” Tommy replied as he furrowed his brow, “It’s just difficult at the moment.” “Why?” Rob asked, “I’m your friend, I can help you with things. What do you need?” Tommy wrote “To stop wetting the bed” but obviously deleted it before sending. That old thought about telling Rob everything that had happened surfaced again and Tommy bit down on the latex in his mouth. He had no idea how Rob would respond but if it was badly it would be terrible for him. Tommy shuddered to think what school would be like if they knew what was happening at home and as much as he trusted Rob this was too important to risk. “I’ll be fine.” Tommy eventually wrote back unconvincingly, “I need to go. Talk later?” “Whatever.” Rob was clearly annoyed at Tommy’s lack of clarity and, for once, Rob’s icon showed offline before Tommy’s. Tommy wasn’t lying though, he really did need to go as he heard footsteps on the stairs that let him know he was about to have his diaper changed. He stood up and stretched as the soaked diaper sagged between his legs and he laid down on the bed in preparation for the change. Sandra walked into the room and leaned down to pull out a diaper without saying a word. She opened it up and placed it on the bed as Tommy looked up at the ceiling, he still had his pacifier in his mouth not that it seemed to bother Sandra all that much. The diaper Tommy had soaked was opened up and he was wiped clean with some of the cool baby wipes which were then tossed into the used diaper and balled up. “You look cute.” Sandra said as she lifted Tommy’s legs up. “Erm… Thanks.” Tommy muttered around his dummy. He blushed at the unexpected compliment but was unsure if he should be happy or not by being called cute. “You look just like Erin did as a baby, all you’re missing is the stuffed animal.” Sandra said with a small smile, “Maybe we should get you some.” Suddenly Tommy wanted this change to be over as fast as possible. As his legs were lowered on to the fresh diaper he plucked the pacifier out of his mouth and placed it on the bed next to him. He didn’t know what made him feel more embarrassed being compared to Erin or being compared to a baby. When the new diaper was taped up Tommy happily watched his step-mom leave before he stood up and put some pants on. He became much more ashamed of his padding and felt stupid that he had become so relaxed about some of these things. He hit his own forehead for walking around in his diaper and using a pacifier as if it was a normal thing to do. He felt like he was contributing to his own problems here. Tommy hid in his room most of the day. Shortly after midday he climbed off his computer chair and squatted down next to his desk. With barely a second thought he soiled his already wet diaper as he pushed down and let the padding do the rest. It was all over in ten seconds or so and it was only as he stood up and thought about the change this morning that he realised how worryingly normal this was becoming. He shuddered as he yet again bowed to his infantile treatment and used his diaper like a baby without even trying to stop it from happening. It was worrying how easy this was all becoming. Tommy walked downstairs with his loaded diaper as he looked for an adult to change him. He never enjoyed having to ask for a change but, like everything else, it was becoming normal to do so. Tommy expected his mother to be in the kitchen but she wasn’t and his father wasn’t in any of his usual spots either. The only person Tommy could find was his younger sister who was lying on the couch and watching something on television. “Where’s dad and Sandra?” Tommy asked as Erin turned to look at them. “They went out.” Erin replied bluntly as she turned back to the TV. Tommy stood in the doorway and felt even worse at not trying to stop himself from soiling his diaper. He bit his lip as he contemplated what he could do next. He watched ass Erin looked back at him with furrowed eyebrows. “What do you want?” Erin asked with contempt. She could see his diaper was wet but it wasn’t yet soaked. “I… I… I need a diaper change.” Tommy practically whispered. His face went red at his admission and although he could smell the result of his own mushy accident he was unsure if the smell was carrying across the living room. “You can wait for mom.” Erin said quickly as if wanting to dismiss any thoughts of her doing the changing, “She won’t be long.” Tommy stood in the doorway still and wondered what he should do. He had to decide whether or not to admit to his younger step-sister that he had pooped his pants and that he really couldn’t wait for a change. Tommy remembered a similar situation when Erin was supposed to change him but she let Tommy do it himself, it was more than possible that she would do the same thing again. “Why are you still here?” Erin asked in annoyance as she flicked her hair back. “I’m not sure it can wait.” Tommy admitted, “I pooped myself.” “Ugh, you’re so gross.” Erin looked disgusted even though this was something that happened once a day. “I can change it myself!” Tommy quickly added, “I don’t need you to do it, I can do it myself if you want.” “Fine, whatever.” Erin replied as she turned back to the television, “Just do it before you stink the house up.” Tommy didn’t hang around for his step-sister to change her mind. He turned away from the living room and hurried back up the stairs, he could feel the lumpy mess in the seat of his diaper with each step but he tried to ignore the horrible feelings and focus on the change that would come his way soon. Walking into the bathroom Tommy pulled his shirt off and started running the shower. As the water warmed up he slowly pulled off the diaper’s tapes and lowered his used padding to the ground. Tommy balled the diaper up and stepped into the shower before he left a mess anywhere, he smiled as the warm water washed over him and he enjoyed a change that was very much needed. Tommy took his time showering and by the time he stepped out of the bathroom his fingers were starting to wrinkle and the whole room had steamed up. He picked up his used diaper and shirt and took it into his bedroom with him. He grabbed a new diaper from underneath his bed and flattened it out on his mattress. Despite what he was doing he felt proud to be diapering himself, when your confidence is at rock bottom sometimes something small like being allowed to change yourself was all you needed to give you a boost. Once Tommy was safely padded up he put on his shirt and some pants and started walking back downstairs with the stinky diaper. He walked past the entrance to the living room where Erin was still sitting and to the front door before looking through the peep hole it looked like the street beyond was clear. Tommy opened the door and hurried down the garden path to drop the diaper in the trash before coming back again. Just as he was reaching the front door again he heard a car pull into the driveway, Tommy turned to see his parents pulling up and stepping out of the vehicle. They were both looking at Tommy, George was smiling at his son whilst Sandra looked suspicious as if she had caught Tommy doing something he shouldn’t. “What are you doing out here?” George asked as he stepped forwards towards the front door. “I was just taking out some trash.” Tommy replied. As Sandra came and stood next to him he looked down at the floor. Without a word Sandra reached forward and stuck her hand down the waistband of Tommy’s pants. Tommy’s eyes flew wide and he gasped in surprise at the sudden intrusion, but despite how uncomfortable he was he didn’t try to move away from the searching hand. “Your diaper is clean and dry.” Sandra commented, “Which I find is an unlikely occurrence.” Tommy was about to reply and proudly tell his step-mother that he had changed it himself and that he could be trusted to do that if they just gave him a chance. It was a measure of how far Tommy had fallen that he would consider it a victory if he could just change his own messy diapers. Sandra shook her head as if reacting to her thought and then suddenly pulled Tommy’s trousers down around his knees. She started inspecting the diaper just like an art dealer would inspect a painting. “What are you doing!?” Tommy hissed. He reached down to grab his pants but Sandra slapped his hands away. Tommy was turned this way and that as Sandra looked at and prodded the whole diaper. She made sounds of disappointment but Tommy was more concerned with neighbours or people passing on the street. Anyone who looked Tommy’s way would see his underwear and he was doing his best to see if the secret was out. Thankfully it seemed like a quiet day. “Who changed your diaper?” Sandra asked as she stood up again. As soon as she had straightened up Tommy leant over to pull up his pants, his rosy cheeks were so coloured they could have acted like a beacon in the mist. “Nobody…” Tommy sulkily replied as he looked at the floor. “I know me and your father take more care in diapering you.” Sandra wasn’t troubling herself to keep her voice down, “Unless you want your pants around your ankles and a spanking out here you will tell me who changed your diaper.” Tommy eyes watered up just from the thought of being publicly spanked and he knew he had to tell the truth. He couldn’t risk such humiliation. “I… I pooped my diaper.” Tommy looked at the ground as he began his disgraceful admission, “I came downstairs to find one of you but Erin said you were out. I really needed a change…” “Get on with it.” Sandra said impatiently. “I asked Erin to change me but she said to wait for you to get home.” Tommy continued quickly, “I was desperate for a change and my diaper was going to leak so… So… She told me to change myself.” Sandra regarded Tommy for a few moments and assessed just how truthful he was being. She nodded her head after a few seconds but looked very annoyed. She shared a look With George who was still standing to the side of his wife and holding the shopping. “Come with me.” Sandra said to Tommy. Finally the public spectacle was over. Sandra marched inside with Tommy crinkling along behind her, George brought up the rear and as Sandra took her shoes off he walked through to the kitchen with the shopping. Tommy stood around anxiously until Sandra finally marched into the living room with Tommy right behind her. Tommy felt so nervous, he wished everyone could just forget what had happened so he could go back upstairs and back to what was now his normal life. “What’s going on?” Erin seemed to sense that trouble was coming before anyone had even opened their mouths. “I told you that if no one else is available and your brother needs a change that you are supposed to do it for him.” Sandra sounded stern. Tommy was standing just behind his step-mother and felt like a storm was coming. He felt like a snitch and was sure this would come back to bite him. “I did change him!” Erin replied quickly. Tommy could see that she was trying to remain confident but her eyes shifted nervously around the room, “Tell them, Tommy. I did!” Sandra turned to look at Tommy but what could he say. He had already told Sandra the truth in the front yard and he could see that Sandra didn’t believe her daughter. Tommy swallowed and looked at the ground, he silently shook his head to say that Erin hadn’t done her task. “Stop lying.” Sandra ordered her daughter, “Tommy already told me what happened.” Sandra walked forward to the couch where her daughter was as pale as a ghost. She was looking at her mom in shock, it wasn’t often that her veil as the perfect little girl slipped like this. She didn’t seem to know what to do but when she locked eyes with Tommy the young man could feel his step-sister’s silent rage. Sandra sat down next to Erin and took hold of the young teen’s wrist. Tommy was still stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as he realised what was about to happen. This was something that Tommy had been on the end of multiple times, he felt strange to be standing here and watching what was about to happen. “Mom…” Erin said warningly as Sandra pulled at her arm, “What are you doing?” “You had one thing to do and you let me down.” Sandra said as she reached around with her other arm to pull Erin over, “This works on your brother and maybe it will teach you a lesson about doing as you’re told.” Erin looked in shock as she was pulled over her mother’s lap. Tommy watched her opening and closing her mouth but she didn’t say anything, he watched as Sandra grabbed the back of Erin’s pants and lowered them to reveal her underwear. “Mom, please!” Erin choked out, “I’m sorry! I’ve learnt my lesson, it won’t happen again, I promise!” “Once is one time too many.” Sandra replied. She shook her head mournfully. Tommy watched as Sandra’s hand pulled back and he winced as her hand slapped against Erin’s butt. Tommy jumped slightly at the sound but couldn’t look away as a second and then third spank came down. He looked at Erin whose red face was turned to Tommy, she was utterly silent after each hit but she stared at Tommy in fury. Tommy felt no schadenfreude at watching this scene. He knew the spankings were more embarrassing than painful but he didn’t like seeing it happen even to Erin. He disliked it partly because he knew how humiliating it could be but mostly because he knew it was very likely to come back and bite him. After the fifth spank Tommy felt a sudden warmth in his diaper. He guiltily looked down as he felt his bladder empty, he tried to clench his muscles closed but found that the flow was very difficult to stop. He resigned himself to his accident and looked back up at the impromptu spanking. After the tenth spank it was all over and Sandra allowed her daughter to climb to her feet. “I’m only doing this because I love you.” Sandra said as Erin pulled her pants up in a hurry. Erin turned away from her mom and Tommy could see her eyes shimmering with tears that refused to fall. Her cheeks were red and she walked right up to Tommy to whisper in his ear. “You’ll regret this.” Erin whispered, “I promise you will regret this for a long time.” Tommy felt a shiver run down his spine as Erin then walked out of the living room and slowly climbed the stairs. He stood in the living room and felt no satisfaction at witnessing the punishment of his sister. Tommy had often thought about how much he would like to see get punished but he didn’t feel good at all, he was scared of the retaliation. He certainly hadn’t meant to get Erin in trouble like that.
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  16. One of the best times, house to yourself, diapered and a T-shirt (if weather permits) totally able to relax... Sent from my phone using Tapatalk
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  17. Chapter 9 Justin held Amy’s hand as they walked, or in the baby boy’s case waddled, behind Andrea and Travis on their way to the ice cream parlor. The diaper clad 22 year old did all he could to hold back a giggle when he saw the little bit of bulky padding sticking out from below Andrea’s skirt. He was sure she was happy that the skirt was light pink, so the white diaper was more hidden. If the little girl in front of him was wearing a bright pink skirt, he figured it would attract a lot of eyes to it and get her exposed. The same thing was going through her head. “I hate wearing this skirt when I’m diapered” she thought as loud as she could, hoping daddy could somehow hear it and grab the other skirt from the diaper bag slung over his shoulder. After finding out he was not a mind reader, the best the padded women could do was use her free hand to try and tug the light pink skirt around her waist down. Every time she did however, she exposed some waistband of the infantile underwear under the skirt. She couldn’t win, she just moved everything back to where it was and gave her daddy a smile. “I know baby girl” Travis whispered to the self conscious little one next to him “but what daddy says goes. Daddy wants you to wear your cute skirt. Unless, you don’t want to.” As soon as the man Andrea calls Daddy finished his statement, he reached down to her skirt and put a couple fingers inside the waistband. He figured that, if she didn’t like the way her skirt looked, she could just wear her diaper. Of course he wasn’t going to make her do that, but Travis wanted to show her that he was in charge. Not in a mean way or anything, but just letting his baby girl know that daddy made the decisions. “No daddy, please” she pleaded to her boyfriend with her eyes as well as her words. No way her daddy would make her go around vanilla people in just her diaper and bikini top...right? As she pondered that horrifying thought, her hands instinctively shot to her waist to stop the garment from falling any further. Travis immediately pulled out the patented “daddy look” once he felt his baby girls hand on his. “No princess” was all he needed to say. Once he was sure he had gotten his point across, the man Andrea called daddy slowly brought the light pink skirt around her waist. Once he was sure all the waistband of her diaper was hidden, “You know I love you, right baby girl?” he asked, giving her a smile as she nodded in response. “You just need to listen to daddy ok? I just want to make sure you are happy and safe. Daddy loves you” Travis told his girlfriend, planting a kiss on her forehead. The sight playing out in front of Amy warmed her heart. While Travis was joking with his baby girl, Justin’s mommy knew it was out of love. From what he had seen from the couple, she knew they loved each other just as much as she loved her little man. As her mind went to thinking about Justin, she figured it was time to tease him a little bit as well. “How’s mommy little diaper boy doing?” she asked, moving her hands towards his shorts as he immediately blushed. “I’m doing good mommy” was all that Justin could muster, the blood rushing to his face. While he was a fan of being baby talked in small doses, it still felt weird having it happen with another couple a couple feet away. He was surprised he had blood going anywhere but his face as he felt Amy’s hand find its way inside his trunks, her fingernails running along his inner thigh until the crinkle of the plastic backing echoed through the air. “You know what baby boy” Amy asked, not waiting for a response as she continued speaking “mommy thinks you look so adorable in your bulky dipeys. The way your waddle is just adorable and the crinkle mommy hears is music to my ears.” Amy continued to both compliment and humiliate her boyfriend as she ran her hands all over his infantile underwear. Seeing her baby boy’s red face and hearing the tell tale crinkle of an ABDL diaper brought her mind back to the first time they decided to explore this dynamic. It was an amazing night and one she would never forget. “Here it is” Justin whispered, trying his absolute best to avoid eye contact. In his outstretched arm was a diaper sized up for an adult. This, however, was no normal adult diaper. As evidence by the cartoons bears and pastel baby blocks covering it, it looked like a baby diaper meant for an adult. This was the first time Justin had ever shown anyone his ABDL diapers willingly. There was that time his parents walked in on him, but that is a story for another time. “Oh. My. Goodness. That is absolutely adorable” Amy cried out, snatching the padding from her boyfriend’s hands. Running her hands all over the sized up infantile underwear, she had no idea this kink would be so adorable. When Justin told her about his interest in ABDL, he was very embarrassed and very light on details. Since then, Amy had been chomping at the bit to help her boyfriend experience his deepest desire. Justin’s blush slowly went away as he saw how enthusiastic his girlfriend was. He figured that, once she actually saw the diaper, it would turn her off. Instead, it did the complete opposite. She looked more excited to diaper him than he was to be diapered. That made Justin feel so much better. “I’m so happy you are taking this well” he told Amy, a slight smile forming on his face. Once those words come from her soon to be baby boy’s mouth, her attention immediately went to him. “Of course I am Justin. You did a great job in telling me what you want and not springing this on me out of nowhere. I want nothing more than to make you happy. If putting you in a diaper and treating you like a baby is what you want, mommy is more than happy to ablidge” Amy smiled throwing mommy in to make her baby boy blush a little bit. It worked. Justin’s face filled back up with blood almost immediately. Having a mommy was something he had always dreamed about, yet someone actually calling themselves mommy almost made him crumble to the floor. “So…” he said before he was interrupted by Amy. “Can I see the rest of your ABDL things?” she asked, anxious to see how much he actually had. She had been doing a lot of research and know that some adult babies had tons of toys, clothes, stuffed animals, and everything a little one could desire. “Sure” Justin responded as he walked back to his room. Once they got to his closet, he opened it to show his girlfriend his haul. There was outfits, stuffed animals, baby toys, coloring books, and everything else an ABDL could possibly want. Add that to the bags of diapers on the floor and he had everything he needed. As soon as the closet was opened, Amy was completely sure she wanted to be a mommy to this adorable baby. “Look at all the cute things my baby boy has to play with and wear! Now, I think it’s time for a certain little man to get his diaper on” she cooed at her boyfriend, shaking the diaper and two stuffers in her hand to get his attention. This was the moment of truth for Justin. The thing he wanted was staring him in the face. He had two choices: he could either accept the baby treatment from his accepting girlfriend or chicken out. His brain wrestled with that choice, not knowing which was to go. After a couple minutes, it seemed like Justin’s body chose for him as he laid down on the floor. Looking up at his girlfriend, he gave her a half hearted smile and whimpered “Ok...mommy.” Amy’s heart almost exploded due to cuteness at that moment. While they had been in a Sub/Dom relationship for a while, the adorable moments like this had never really been a part of it. However, her boyfriend laying on the floor as he waited for her to put a diaper on him made up for all of it. Being called mommy was just icing on the cake. “Ok baby boy, but before we get you all padded up, we need to get some things to make you more comfy” she cooed, using the type of voice her friends used on their babies. As the women he just called mommy walked over to the closet and began rummaging through his bins, Justin wondered what he had gotten himself into. What was she grabbing? After thinking about all the negatives, he calmed himself down. Amy loved him more than anything and wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him. As she made her way back to him, he was excited to see what she had behind her back. Once she got back to her baby boy, she put on the biggest smile she could. “Here we go baby, just some things to make you a little more comfy” she cooed, first handing him a soft teddy bear followed by a pastel blue baby blanket covered with baby Looney Tunes characters. Once he had both the infantile items in his arms he got down on her knees and revealed the last item: a pacifier. Amy slowly brought the nipple closer and closer to Justin’s lips. Once the rubber parted her partner’s lips, she smiled and told him “such a good boy! Mommy is so proud of her little man. Now, let’s get you all nice and snug in your dipey.” Justin could have melted into a puddle at that moment. His adult headspace was long gone now and he was firmly in little space. Giggling around the nipple in his mouth, he cooed “dipey” back at Amy. This is the quickest he had ever gone into little space and the deepest he had fallen. He was going to enjoy every second of it. The biggest smile grew on her face as Amy heard her baby boy mumble around his paci. Instead of gushing over him more, however, she wanted to get him all comfy in his puffy underwear. The women Justin called mommy slowly worked his shorts down his legs. Once they were all the way off and his fingers were pulling at the waistband of his boxers, she told him, “I don’t think a certain little one is ready for big boy underwear.” She than made quick work of yanking his boxers down and off his body, leaving the 21 year old naked from the waist down. Justin, however, had no idea what was going on. His babyfied brain didn’t care about getting undressed. The baby boy’s eyes, however, were focused on the rainbow of colors in his closet. Light blues, yellows, and greens looking brighter than ever. Also, the teddy in his arms felt like the softest thing in the world and his blanket was just so comforting. His brain bounced around to everything in the room except for the changing process he was in the middle of...until his bottom was lowered into the soft padding he had come to know and love. Amy could tell that Justin noticed his diapers by the way his head snapped forward and a giggle came from behind the shield of his binky. “Someone likes the feel of his dipey, doesn’t he?” she asked, not expecting an answer. Another round of giggles come from the boy in front of her as Amy brought the front of the padding up and over his crotch. “Does baby love that? Does my little boy love his dipeys?” she cooed, this time waiting for an answer. With his almost liquified brain, the only two words Justin understood was “love” and “dipeys”. He nodded his head up and down, smiling and cooing “me wuv my dipeys” the whole time. Diapers have been one of the things he loved more than anything and having a caregiver made them that much better. “Such a good boy” was all that Amy could get out, tears falling from her eyes. She was just so happy that her boyfriend was able to experience pure happiness like this for, she guessed, the first time in his life. Reaching for the tapes, she slowly taped the fluffy, cartoon covered diaper snuggly on her little one. As soon as the last tape was applied, Amy ran her hands over the plastic padding. “Is that nice baby? All nice and dry in your dipey” she asked in the most syrupy voice she could muster. The only thing that Justin responded with, however, was one word: mommy. “Yes baby? What do you want from mommy?” she asked, a smile seemingly permanently on her face. Still,all she could hear was him calling out to her. It was at that moment that Amy snapped back to the present day. She figured that the group just continued to walk as her brain went back to one of her favorite memories as a couple. They foursome was now about 30 feet from the ice cream parlor. She again heard what she had heard so many times in her flashback. “Mommy. We are almost here. Can you move your hand please?” Justin asked, confused as to why Amy haden’t responded that last 10 times he asked. Normally she was great at listening to him, especially when they were in MD/LB mode. It was at that moment that Amy noticed she still had her left hand planted on her boyfriend’s puffy padding. She must have just been prodding and squeezing the plastic backed diaper the whole time she went into auto pilot. “Of course baby, I’m sorry. I was just thinking about something and forgot what I was doing. Mommy doesn’t want to embarrass her baby boy in front of everyone...too much, that is” she said with a smirk as she removed her hand from her boyfriend’s swim trunks. As soon as Amy moved her hand from Justin’s diaper to his right hand, Travis looked back and smiled. “You guys are gonna love this place. Their ice cream is the best I have ever had. My baby girl loves it too” he punctuated his sentence with a pat on her puffy bottom. Both Justin and Amy responded “I can’t wait” in unison as the group opened the door, hearing a tiny bell ring as to greet them into the parlor.
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  18. Marge and Frank were preparing dinner, chatting back and forth. Mikey was upstairs in the nursery asleep still when there was a ring at the door. Both of the giants froze. "She is too early." Marge said. "Go upstairs and check on him." Frank said, grabbing a knife from the butcher's block. Marge complied and moved to upstairs. She checked on the sleeping boy in his crib, and Mikey was sound asleep, with the cover slightly kicked off and mouth wide open. "Thank goodness he's still here." Marge whispered. Mikey ran his hand across his face before letting out a long sigh and the elderly giant covered her mouth to prevent making any more sounds. It was still naptime and it would have been a bad idea to let him back up now. Meanwhile, frank kept the knife behind his back as he opened the door, seeing a man in a uniform standing there. "May I help you?" Frank asked, keeping most of his body behind the door. "Yes, sorry to bother but I got lost going through the neighborhood and was wondering if you could help me find my way through." The man responded. There was a contractor's van sitting out on the street. Across the street, the old man could see one of the agents had just walked out their door to go and "check" the mail. He knew no real mail got sent to the house and the people who moved in were agents who were there to specifically guard Cheryl's parents. Frank waited until the agent got to the mailbox before responding. "Just go down the street make a left at the first intersection, and follow that straight." He said. The man smiled. "Thank you so much. Have a good day." After the contracter had started walking away, the agent was seen going back up the driveway and to the house. Frank closed the door and locked it shut. Letting out a long sigh of relief, he put the cutting tool away and headed upstairs to get his wife. Upstairs, Marge was startled by the door opening. Seeing it was only her husband, the elderly woman settled back down and stared into the crib, playing with the boy's hair. She had given him his pacifier which Mikey had happily accepted and was contently nursing it at the moment. "He's so peaceful when he's asleep." She whispered to him before leaving her grandlittle to sleep. "So who was it." Marge asked.yo "Someone who got lost. A contractor of sorts." He responded once in the kitchen again, and preparing the food. Frank collected the vegetables and mixed them into a bowl with some sauce while Marge finished breading the chicken. "Thank goodness. First day we babysat Mikey we almost lost him." Marge sounded unsettled. There was a silence in the room, both elderly giants remembering that day. "Well, its fine. He's fine. Sortof. He's still here and that's what counts." Her husband responded, feeling uneasy about the memory. The phone rang from a restricted number. It rang twice and stopped. Marge picked up the phone and called the number back. It was procedure for when something like this happened. Something they were used to. "Do you have any sugar?" The agent answered. The elderly woman nearly drew a blank. "Uhh. I don't... No, I do not. I have something sweet though?" She responded. "Its fine. I'll go to the store." The phone call ended. She had gotten it right. This was the first time she actually had used the phrase in a while. She wondered if she was ever going to use it for a while. ********************* I woke up to the smell of something being cooked. Looking around the room I groaned to myself, realizing I was still in this place. I heard a heavy door close and some muffled talking before footsteps came to the door just outside the nursery. The door quietly opened and I shut my eyes again, pretending to be asleep. "Look. He's been an angel all day. Aside from being a little fussy here and there." I heard being whispered by Cheryl's mother. Next thing I knew I was being lifted into the air. My eyes shot open and I started to panic as I was brought over the shoulder of the giant holding me. My rearwas cradled, and a hand went across my back as I panicked. Flailing my arms around and kicking as hard as I could to break free from the giant was an immediate failure. "Shhh. Its just me. Its Mommy." She said. I could see Cheryl's mother standing in the doorway still, smiling at me as I calmed down. "Did you want to stay for dinner? Your father and I are having a tossed chicken salid." "Thanks Mom. That would be great." Cheryl responded as she laid me down on the changing table, and began to change me. I remained still, as I was changed, letting out a deep sigh as I staired at the wall, remembering what it was like before I got here. I zoned out for a few moments and hadnt realized that I was finished being changed or the other conversation being had until I felt something rubbing my stomach through the soft clothing I was wearing. I snapped out of it and looked around the room, seeing that Marge had left the room. I looked up at Cheryl who was reaching under me and lifting me up and back into her arms. I groaned as I had to go through this. She moved us over to the rocking chair in the room and sat down before sitting me in her lap, facing her as I leaned against her arms for support. "Mikey, what's wrong sweetheart?" Cheryl asked. I looked away and tried to avoid giving her a real answer. "Nothing." She raised an eyebrow at me and I stared breathing a little faster. I tensed my muscles up, still only knowing this giant for only a few days. "Mikey. I know when you're lying. What's the matter." She said, a little more sternly this time, but keeping close to the tone she had before. I leaned away from her slightly, afraid of the woman. She was many times my size and I had no intention of answering now. "Mikey. Talk to me. What happened today?" She asked, changing her tone back to the gentle one from before. I sniffled once and she moved me loser, hugging me. "Leave me alone!" I whined at the giant trying to smother me. I wasnt a child. I was an adult. I had no intention of staying this way, being babied every day and night. I tried pushing myself off the woman, to no success. She held me firmly to her chest, keeping my head on her boosum. I fought her, trying to wiggle free, but I was too weak. "Let me go!" I spat at her. She shushed me and rubbed my back as I worked myself up. "Stooop!" I sniffled. She started humming a tune. "Let me go!" I said louder, trying to hide my frustration. Nothing seemed to make her stop and I was fighting back tears that formed in my eyes. I was not a baby. "Noooo!" I felt myself slipping. My frustration was getting the better of me and I was making myself tired again from trying to break free from Cheryl's nurturing gesture. "I want to go ho-o-ome!" I sobbed, finally breaking. Only a few minutes after she had sat down. I was a sobbing mess in the giant's arms. I bawled into the soft bosom of the woman, crying my heart out. I couldnt keep doing this. I could not. She shushed me again, patting my back as the tears from my eyes changed her shirt to a darker shade. "My poor little boy." Cheryl said. _______________________________ A few weeks passed and Mikey was starting to walk again, but relied on crawling for his movement. He had gotten used to the people around him, but he as only ever really around Cheryl and her parents. Mikey, although being used to the way he was being treated, still longed for his dimension, and would often go into fits about it. David was still around, but Cheryl was seeing him less, due to his advances in work and because the mother was focusing on getting her boy healthy and happy again. Things had stayed quiet for a while, nothing out of the ordinary happening. Which was shocking to everyone including Dr. Faulner, who was closely monitoring Mikey with weekly checkups. _____________________________ "A date? - Tonight? - Just you and me?" I heard being said from the kitchen. I had been sitting in the playpen in the living room and had been reading a small book, something I had asked for and gotten the chance to read. "No my parents are out of town - I think introducing him to your parents are a bad idea..." I looked up from my book and crawled over to the edge of the pen, standing up. I sighed quietly as I did, holding onto the walls so I wouldnt fall back down. "Cheryl?" I called out to her, wondering what was happening. The giant came out of the kitchen and into the living room and picked me up. "Alright. I have to go make another phone call. I'll see you soon. Love you - Bye." She kissed my forehead and I blushed, backing my head between my shoulders. "What's going on?" I asked. "Mommy is going on a date with David." She said. I felt her hand squeeze my diaper and I squirmed as I usually did. It was strange to feel it, regardless how many times it happened. With that we headed upstairs and Cheryl made a phone call. "Hey Kayle, I was wondering if you could watch Mikey tonight..." She started. "Who is that?" I asked in a panic voice. I didnt know who she was. "Thanks so much. I'm sure he wont be that scared..." "Who are you talking to?" I asked as I was laid on the changing table. The Giant woman started changing me. "Alright. I'll see you soon." Cheryl hung up the phone and finished changing me. "Oh relax. Its just Dr. Faulner. You remember her, right?" My memory of her, was bad. Usually it involved needles and tests. I was not looking forward to tonight.
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  19. Ryan woke up about an hour after he fell asleep. He knew he wasn’t in his bed or on the couch, and he realized he was in Sharon’s bed without having to open his eyes. The pillow and sheets held her comforting scent, and he rolled over, wanting to go back to sleep. He felt a small tingle in his bladder, so he concentrated for a moment and wet his diaper. It would’ve been too annoying for him to be able to fall back asleep if he didn’t go ahead and let it out. The downside to constantly sprinkling into his diaper all day before he had a chance to feel the need to pee was that he’d gotten to the point where even a slight urge to pee was irritating. With the comfort of the fresh, warm dampness between his legs and the sound of the pouring rain outside, he curled up under Sharon’s covers and went back to sleep. Luke woke up after a couple of hours and yawned as he looked around for Sharon. Even in diapers, his first thought when he woke up in the morning or after a nap was whether he was wet or dry, even though it didn’t really matter. Before he had to go back to diapers, it was obvious if he was wet, because he and his bed would be soaked. Now, he had to think about it, and he whimpered when he wiggled in his diaper and realized it felt warm and damp against him. He spotted Sharon in the rocking chair and toddled over to her. Sharon lifted him into her arms and patted his bottom as he lay on her shoulder, still drowsy from his nap. “Hey, sweetheart, did you sleep good?” Luke nodded and nuzzled into her shoulder. “I went pee-pee,” he admitted sadly. He still didn’t like it when he wet himself while he was asleep, even though it didn’t cause him to wake up with wet clothes or to get in trouble anymore. Sharon gently squeezed his diaper and realized he was a little wet. “That’s all right, sweetheart, you’re still a little young to know when you have to go potty while you’re asleep. A lot of little boys and girls older than you are still accidentally pee-pee without waking up first.” She rubbed his back and rocked him until he was a little more alert. William came in a couple of minutes later in just a sweatshirt and his cloth diaper and climbed into Sharon’s lap beside Luke. William’s diaper felt a little warm against her leg, so she slipped her finger into the leg hole. He hadn’t wet himself during a nap in a couple of months, so she was a little surprised when she felt wetness in his diaper. “My goodness, I’ve got two wet little boys.” “William’s wet?” Anne-Marie asked from another chair. Sharon nodded. William looked embarrassed. “I pee-peed when I was ‘sleep.” “That’s all right.” Anne-Marie got up to change him. “You just don’t wet during naps that much anymore, but you slept longer than normal. Let’s get you changed. Do you still need to pee-pee?” William shook his head. “I hafta poop,” he mumbled. Anne-Marie got a clean cloth diaper, picked him up, and headed toward the bathroom, and Sharon heard her praising him for making it to the potty a few moments later. Luke looked back toward the bathroom with interest. “Do you want to keep trying to make it to the bathroom before you go potty this afternoon?” Luke nodded, so Sharon got another one of William’s cloth diapers and changed him, then took him to the kitchen for a snack and some juice. Haley stumbled drowsily into the kitchen a few minutes later in search of the same thing. Sharon started getting dinner ready once Luke was situated in his booster seat at the table. Jake, her oldest son, was arriving around dinner time for Thanksgiving. He was leaving the afternoon before Thanksgiving to go to his girlfriend’s parents’ house, but he hadn’t been home in a while, so he was going to visit Sharon for a few nights first. Sharon looked up as Haley finished her snack and lifted Luke out of his booster seat to take him back to the living room to play with William. “Don’t forget to come tell me when you need to potty,” she reminded him. “Or tell Anne-Marie or Haley, and they’ll take you.” Luke nodded hurriedly, wanting to go play. Meanwhile, Ryan was stirring again, and Sharon’s bed was so comfortable that he didn’t want to get up. The clock beside her bed told him that he’d been asleep for over three hours. He felt a more pressing need to pee this time than when he’d woken up before. It wasn’t urgent, by any means, but this was the most full his bladder had felt since he woke up that morning. He held himself between his legs as he wet his diaper, enjoying the fresh warmth against his hands. He lay there for a few minutes before making himself get up. His wet diaper sagged slightly between his legs as he walked into the kitchen for a snack. Sharon was putting dinner in the oven when Ryan came into the kitchen. He looked just like a teenaged version of her sons as toddlers after a nap, with bleary eyes, disheveled hair, and a wet diaper drooping between his legs. “‘My goodness, honey, I thought you were going to sleep until bedtime,” she commented as she pressed her hand to his diaper. He didn’t need to be changed quite yet. “Your bed’s so comfortable, I could’ve slept forever in there.” Ryan yawned as he fixed himself a snack. Sharon cleaned up from her dinner preparations and went to the living room. She and Anne-Marie were discussing Jake and where they thought his relationship with his girlfriend was going when Luke gasped and hobbled over to her, hand trying to grip his crotch through his diaper. “I hafta pee-pee!” He whimpered. Sharon gently lifted him into her arms, careful not to jar his little bladder, and hurried to the bathroom with him. “Hold on, buddy, we’re almost there, but it’s okay if you don’t make it.” She checked his diaper when they reached the bathroom. “Good job, honey, you made it to the potty! Go ahead and pee-pee.” Luke didn’t have to be told twice, and his body shuddered and went limp against her as he let go. Sharon could hear a whizzing sound and felt his crotch grow warm against her hip as he wet his diaper. “That was close, huh? Try not to wait so long to tell me next time, okay?” She sat on the toilet lid and rubbed his back as he continued to wet himself. He was saturated by the time he was finished. “You had to potty really bad, didn’t you?” Sharon murmured. “Let’s go clean this wet bottom.” Luke shifted uncomfortably against her hip as she carried him to the living room, not liking how wet the cloth diaper made him feel. It felt good to lie down and have Sharon remove his soaked diaper and clean him up with a wet wipe. He was much more comfortable now with an empty bladder and a dry diaper and went back to playing with William. Later that evening, Sharon was thrilled when Jake arrived. Luke was in her lap, and she shifted him to her hip as she stood up to hug Jake. Luke regarded him warily and lay on Sharon’s shoulder with his thumb in his mouth. “Honey, you remember Jake,” Sharon murmured. “You’ve seen him on Mommy’s phone and computer before when we FaceTime him.” Luke shrugged and buried his face into Sharon’s neck. Jake retrieved a wrapped gift he’d brought in with him and held it out to Luke. “Maybe a present will help?” Luke lifted his head, and his eyes lit up when he saw the gift. “What do you say?” Sharon prompted. “Thank you,” Luke obediently replied as he took the package. Sharon sat down with him in her lap and helped him open it. Luke grinned as he pulled a teddy bear out of the box and held it to his chest. Jake handed Haley a smaller package. “Don’t worry, my girlfriend picked it out—but I did give my final approval.” “Oh, wow. Thanks.” Haley opened the package and found a pair of earrings. “I love them.” “Hey, Jake, my love can be bought, too,” Ryan spoke up. Jake shook his head. “Sorry, you got your ‘welcome to the family’ gift a couple of years ago. You just have to put up with us now, gift-free.” As their banter continued, Haley got up and quickly left the room, saying she was going to put her earrings away. From her urgent expression and hasty exit, Sharon would’ve guessed she was going to have a dirty diaper to change soon if Haley hadn’t had a messy one earlier that morning. She made a note to go check on her if she wasn’t back downstairs in a few minutes, but in the excitement of Jake being home, Sharon forgot until it was time for dinner and Haley wasn’t back. Worried now, she got dinner out of the oven, tasked Ryan and Jake with setting the table, and went upstairs to check on Haley. She was curled up on her bed and crying, and Sharon sat on her bed and pulled her into her arms. “Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” A slight odor told her that Haley did have another dirty diaper, and she felt bad for not coming to check on her sooner. “Nothing. I mean, I don’t know. My stomach’s been hurting for most of the day, and then I was too embarrassed to go back downstairs to tell you I needed to be changed, but I don’t know why I’m crying over that, and, and—“ “It’s okay, honey.” Sharon brushed Haley’s hair back from her face. “You can tell me when you don’t feel well, I could’ve given you something for your stomach if I’d known. Something you ate last night must’ve made it feel upset. I’m sorry I didn’t come up here sooner, but I didn’t think you’d have another dirty diaper so soon. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Haley lay down on the floor, and Sharon pulled her leggings down and untaped her diaper. She was slightly alarmed when she saw a few streaks of blood in her soiled padding, but she quickly realized what the problem was. Haley hadn’t gotten her period since she’d been with Sharon, but she knew they could be spotty for a while and weren’t always regular for the first year or so. “Oh, Haley, you have your period. That’s why your stomach is upset and you’re a little emotional.” “It’s about time,” Haley muttered. “Is this your first one?” Haley nodded. “Most of my friends have had theirs for months. I was kind of dreading it, but I felt like a freak for not having it yet.” “You’re not a freak, honey, you had it right the first time. Your friends probably envied you for not having to deal with it yet. I was fourteen before I got mine for the first time. There’s no ‘right age’ for it.” Sharon gently cleaned her up and taped a clean diaper on her. “Let me know if you ever want to try tampons. Your period will probably be pretty light for a couple of months, but when it starts getting heavier, it might make your diaper uncomfortable, especially when you’re wet.” Sharon disposed of the diaper and washed her hands while Haley splashed water on her face and wiped her tears. “Do you have any questions?” Haley shook her head. Sharon gave her a hug and cupped her cheeks with her hands for a few moments. “Dinner’s ready. Let’s go eat.” A couple of hours after dinner, Anne-Marie and William were gone, and Jake, Ryan, and Haley were watching a movie while Luke played with some of his toys. It was past his bedtime, but he hadn’t gotten cranky, so Sharon had let him stay up. “Come here, sweetheart,” she called when he started rubbing his eyes. Luke toddled over to her and climbed into her lap. Sharon pushed his hair away from his face and checked his diaper. He hadn’t pottied in a while, and she’d noticed him squirming a little as he played for the last few minutes. “Good job, buddy, you’re still dry! Do you have to pee-pee?” Luke yawned and nodded his head, fidgeting a little and pressing his hand into his crotch as the question brought his attention to his suddenly pressing need to go. “Can you hold it for a minute?” Sharon asked, standing up to take him to her bathroom to bathe him. She could tell he was trying to press his crotch against her hip to give his hand more pressure to keep his tinkle from coming out, so she held him a little more tightly against her to help him out. “Yeah...” Luke answered a little uncertainly. His pee-pee wasn’t trying to come out yet, but it hurt, and he knew he didn’t have long before it started to slip out. Especially since he was so tired. He wanted to lie down against his mommy, but he was afraid he’d relax too much and wet his pants before they got to the potty if he did that. He concentrated on not wetting his diaper as Sharon swiftly carried him to the bathroom. “Hurry, Mommy,” he pleaded. A little spurt dampened his diaper on the way, but he had regained control by the time they got there. Sharon hadn’t felt any warmth against her hip, and she could tell Luke was still struggling to hold it in, so she didn’t bother to check his diaper before telling him he could go potty. “All right, honey, you can go pee-pee now. Good job for making it to the potty!” Luke immediately let go, and while the stream hadn’t started by itself, he didn’t have to put forth any effort at all to wet his diaper once he’d released his bladder. He let out a relieved sigh and went limp against Sharon, lying on her shoulder as he forcefully wet his diaper. He’d learned earlier that day that the cloth diapers weren’t quite as uncomfortable when he got to the potty in time to have to squeeze his tinkle out himself, but it felt really yucky when he couldn’t hold it and his pee-pee rushed out of him. He whimpered as his diaper grew wet and clammy around his penis and bottom. “I know, honey, that doesn’t feel too good, does it?” Sharon asked sympathetically as she cradled him against her and sat down on the toilet lid. He’d gone limp in her arms, and the flowing sound hissing from his diaper told her that he’d been near his breaking point. She rubbed his back and gently rocked back and forth as his diaper rapidly grew warm against her lap. Since she’d let him stay up later than usual, she decided to skip the tell Mommy you have to go pee-pee before you’re about to go in your pants lecture. “Are you all done?” She asked a few moments after she heard the flood taper off. Luke nodded. “All right, but try to squeeze a little bit more out, just to make sure there aren’t any pee-pees left.” Luke concentrated and pushed down, surprised when a little bit more trickled into his sodden diaper. “Okay, Mommy, all my pee-pee’s gone.” Sharon started the bathwater and got a clean disposable diaper, a fresh pair of footie pajamas, and a towel before carefully removing Luke’s soaked diaper. She cleaned him up with a couple of wet wipes before pulling his shirt over his head and gently lifting him into the tub. Once he was clean, she got him out, dried him off, and laid him on the bathmat. After taping a dry diaper on him and zipping him into the cozy pajamas, she picked him up and carried him to the living room. Luke slipped his thumb into his mouth as he dropped his head to her shoulder. Sharon gave him a couple of sips of water before settling in the recliner to rock him to sleep. “Night-night, sweetheart,” she murmured. “Mommy loves you.”
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  20. I find that wearing overalls allows a good quality diaper to contain it pretty well because of the low hanging crotch. That allows the diaper to sag and it goes into the containment area at the bottom of the diaper so you can just proceed with your day until changing time. Dry 24/7 has tall standing cuffs to keep it all in place. Your day shouldn’t be interrupted because of a load in your diaper. Sitting always makes it more of a mess. I don’t change until my regular changing time and my mess shouldn’t hinder me from the things I need to get done during the day.
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  21. That's a good start. I'm looking forward to the next chapter.
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  22. She's back!!! We've missed you, you cranky lurking girl, you.
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  23. I love the skin to skin contact and since she is a heavy sleeper lets hope she gets thirsty during the night and takes a snack lol Thanks for the awesome story look forward to the next chapter
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  24. Discrete public diaper checks can be quite humiliating and humbling. Patting is padded posterior while out dining or shopping. Asking if he's wet or messy by whispering loud enough where he can hear, but so could potentially someone else there within hearing range. Thickly diapering him and having him meet you for lunch or dinner after work and saying, my goodness those pants look great on you, which will draw attention to his lower torso
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  25. TheoW was absolutely right the good night extra-large girls will just fit of 34 waist. I found them to be very absorbent and a great addition to my wardrobe.
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