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In case anyone was wondering, this story will be ten chapters total, so we're almost to the end of the road and I hope that everyone reading is as excited to see the conclusion as I am. Thanks for reading and commenting and supporting this weird therapy exercise that I'm doing for myself, it's really great to see people enjoying this story because I didn't honestly think I was going to write again but it's cathartic and escapist and whatever else positive for me and bonus points that it's not just me shitting the bed with inconsequential bullshit...I just jinxed myself out of sticking the landing, didn't I? This will be my Game of Thrones.... Chapter Eight When Renee was born it caused quite a commotion at the compound. When her mother arrived at the compound a few years before Renee was born she'd had trouble adjusting to the world outside, recently dropped out of high school, homeless after a breakup with her boyfriend and as good as dead to her family, she sought a safe space to live her life and be free of the burdens of the adulthood she found herself being swallowed by. So it was that she was welcomed into the loving arms of The Innocent and led by the hand to her new life in the nursery the compound to work her way up to being taken on as a baby by a loving Mommy or Daddy. Adjustment wasn't as easy as she would have expected. As much as she was woefully unprepared for the life of a responsible adult, she did enjoy the freedom her chronological age afforded her and going from being her own boss, spending her days having sex with her now ex boyfriend and her nights drinking and partying, to having every aspect of her life managed for her including her ridiculously early bedtime quickly became too much for her to bear and she bucked at the authorities that sought to keep her literally pacified earning her a trip to the "regression room". She wouldn't be able to tell you what happened after that, her speech patterns reduced to gurgling and mindless prattle, but she wouldn't ever worry about that loss, she was content to lay in her crib and giggle up at the brightly colored mobile above her head while she drooled and leaked various substances into her diapers. Roughly nine or so months before Renee was born a man came to visit her infantile minded mother. He'd been visiting her every day since she'd arrived at the compound and had designs on becoming her Daddy once she made it through her time in the nursery, but his inability to share this information with the subject of his infatuation led to her growing restless and winding up where she was and had been for the better part of the last year, as an infant with the body of an adult. He'd loved her the moment he'd laid eyes on her, her dark eyes sparkling in the moonlight the night she'd arrived and he'd shown her around. She'd laughed at his corny jokes and shared her story with him as they walked, pausing to take a seat in the cafeteria and share a bit of leftover pie from dessert earlier in the evening, her infectious laughter at his bushy mustache being peppered with pie crumbs cementing his love for her completely. When he'd slipped into the nursery that night he planned to tell her everything, even if she didn't comprehend what he was saying he wanted to say it to her so that there wasn't regret in his heart for not letting her know she was loved in this place that only seemed to care about reducing people to second infancy for reasons that were never fully explained to anyone in the cult. Best laid plans being what they are, he found himself holding her in his arms and rocking her as she quietly nursed her pacifier and slept like the baby she now was. He couldn't tell you why he'd done what he did, it wasn't meant to be as sick a thing as everyone made it out to be, it just happened because she'd woken up and looked at him and in the nighlight lit glow of the room he saw those dark eyes sparkling and felt that the old her was still in there somewhere looking out at him and asking him to give her some of her adulthood back. With her diaper cast aside on the floor beside the changing table he entered her and gave her all of himself, filling her with his love and devotion before cleaning her up and redressing her before putting her back into her crib and kissing her goodbye. ************************************************************************ Baby Deni lifted her head from between her new Mommy's thighs, her mouth and chin coated with the younger woman's juices after she'd exploded in ecstasy from the professional grade pussy eating the woman had exhibited. "Who's a messy girl?" Renee cooed, feeling another wave of arousal at the flush in her former mother's cheeks. "You know, I've been thinking about what to do with you, Baby Deni, and I'm not sure that having all your thoughts wiped out is best." she mused aloud. Baby Deni's face lit up. "Really?!" she asked in excited disbelief, her reddened face slathered with female ejaculate making her look ridiculous without her knowledge. Renee nodded and patted the bed next to her, smiling as the older woman hurriedly crawled to the spot and nestled into a snuggle like any good little girl would do when her mother beckoned. "I thought maybe I'd let you play a little game to help me decide on an alternative for you." she said as she rubbed the woman's back in a small circle. Baby Deni obediently nodded her agreement to this proposal. "I want you to pick a number between one and ten." Renee told her. "Six." Baby Deni said quietly. Renee smiled at the woman's eagerness, not even the least bit interested in what the number signified or what the game entailed. "Six, huh?" she asked. Baby Deni nodded slowly, unsure now of her choice but not wanting to anger Renee and earn another spanking. Renee shifted herself from beneath the older woman and sat up on the bed. "Please go get Mommy's robe from the bathroom, sweetie." she stated. Baby Deni scurried to the end of the bed and began to quickly walk to the bathroom before Renee's voice came from behind her. "Did Mommy tell you you could walk?" Renee asked. Baby Deni blushed again and quickly dropped to her hands and knees to crawl the rest of the way to the bathroom, wincing at the cold tile on her sore backside as she sat to reach up and grab the robe from the back of the bathroom door, pulling it down on top of her and feeling like she must look like a real toddler playing in Mommy's clothes before crawling back to Renee with the robe. Rising from the bed and looking down at the older woman, Renee donned the robe and sat on the edge of the bed. "Six is a big number, isn't it, sweetie?" she asked. Baby Deni looked up at Renee and nodded sheepishly. "Should that be how many years you spend in the nursery?" Renee asked. Baby Deni went pale and shook her head vehemently. "Please, no!" she pleaded. Renee savored the fear in the older woman's eyes for a moment before speaking again. "Should it be how many months old you're treated as?" she asked? Baby Deni was starting to cry now as the outlook about her fate seemed to be growing grimmer by the second. "Mommy, no, please!" she begged as the sobbing began. Renee leaned forward and stroked the older woman's hair. "Should it be how many spankings you get every hour in front of anyone interested in attending?" she asked. Baby Deni was bawling now, her tears rolling down her cheeks as she weakly and pathetically begged for her Mommy to show her mercy. "Did you or Daddy show Shelly Thomas mercy?" Renee asked her. Baby Deni looked up at the younger woman in stunned silence. "Where did you hear that name?" she asked, wiping her tears from her eyes and ceasing her sobs. Renee looked down at her charge. "My father told me about her." she said. "You remember Mr. Figueroa, don't you?" she asked. Baby Deni shook with fear and nodded slowly. "It wasn't my choice, Renee, I-" she started but was cut off by Renee's open palm smashing into her cheek, sending her sprawling to the floor. "You stupid little cunt, I know you didn't make the decision to regress her!" Renee spat. "Do you honestly think I'd believe that a woman that pisses herself from a spanking and is so cowed that she becomes a little pussy eating slut without any protest would be allowed to make any kind of decision around here?" she asked. Baby Deni was crying again as she held her inflamed cheek and lifted herself back to her kneeling position in front of Renee. "Please, I'm sorry for what happened to her, I-" another hard slap put her back on the floor. "Sorry" doesn't even begin to come close to repaying what you owe me!" Renee shouted as she grabbed the older woman by the hair and pulled her back up to face her. "I don't want your apologies, I want your obedience." she said. "I want you to love me and worship me because you fear what I can do to you, I want you to obey me and never even consider defying me because you're so appreciative of the privilege to even have the option to think of defying me instead of being a helpless baby minded nothing like my mother was because of your Daddy." she explained. Baby Deni nodded eagerly. "Yes Mommy, I promise to be good!" she wailed. Renee stood and removed her robe and got back onto the bed and wordlessly beckoned her new convert back to her side with a pat of the bed, smiling as the woman practically flew back into the position she'd had a few minutes earlier. "Our new game is this, I'm going to ask you questions about Daddy and how I can remove him from power, and you're going to answer me honestly and without hesitation, if you do well Mommy will not only let you keep your silly excuse for an adult mind, but she'll also reward her new little one with special attention to her naughty parts." she explained. "If you don't do well then I'll make sure that you and Shelly Thomas have more in common than just who your daughter was." she threatened. Baby Deni shivered in fear but nodded obediently. "Yes, Mommy." she murmured quietly. ************************************************************************ Renee had spent a lot of her time at the compound after Charlotte had left her It had started as a way for her to surround herself with people that shared in her desires and feel a little more normal than she felt laying in her dorm room clutching a shirt that Charlotte had left crying as she thought of how close she'd come to having the baby she wanted. After she'd settled in at the compound after such a long absence she found herself spending most of her time in the nursery doting on the little ones and lamenting her own lost baby. "Ya doin' okay?" came the Souther drawl of a man from the doorway. She looked up at him and nodded, not answering for fear of disturbing the little one drinking her bottle in her arms in the large rocking chair. "Heard ya were back and wanted to get a look at the prodigal daughter." he told her as he walked across the room and took a seat in the other rocking chair. Renee smirked. "Wish my parents shared that outlook." she said sadly. He cleared his throat. "Listen, there ain't really an easy way to say this and I ain't fancy enough to try and figure a way to ease into this," he began. Renee held up a finger to her lips and gestured her head down to the sleeping baby woman in her arms, smiling at the man as he came over and carefully picked the woman up to take her to one of the empty cribs and lay her down inside before following Renee out of the room. "What were you saying?" she asked once they were in the hallway. He sighed. "I knew yer mama." he said after a long moment of hesitation. Renee scoffed. "Everyone knows her and Daddy." she said. He shook his head. "Yer real mama, the lady that made ya." he said. Renee looked at him warily. "Listen, I think you have the wrong girl." she told him. He shook his head. "I know this ain't easy to hear, and I'm sorry about that, but yer mama would've wanted you to know the truth." he told her. Renee sighed. "Fine, tell me whatever you're gonna tell me so I can move on with my life." she said curtly. So it was that Renee Dupree learned the truth about where she came from and who her real parents were and her life changed forever. ************************************************************************ Baby Deni snored softly snuggled against her new Mommy, thumb gently twitching in her mouth as she slept, her Mommy gently stroking her hair as she lightly rocked with her. Renee thought of the last hour, pumping Baby Deni for information and pleasuring the helpful little thing as a reward for giving her everything she needed to bring Daddy down. She smiled and kissed the sleeping woman's head softly, happy that she'd molded her into a new little sister for her sweet baby Charlotte to play with while Mommy ran The Innocent. Baby Deni had answered every one of her questions without hesitation, proving that she was sincere in her desire to obey her new Mommy's wishes, and hadn't fussed at all when Renee fetched a thick overnight diaper for her to wear, earning her a very special diapering that allowed her Mommy to lick her pissy little slit clean and even pay her little bottom the same attention and bring her to several mind altering orgasms the likes of which Daddy had never been able to give her in all their years of marriage. She found herself wondering why she'd stayed with Daddy for so long when all he did was keep her under his thumb and punish her when she strayed from the path he believed she needed to be on, he rarely showed her affection anymore as was evidenced by his willingness to let Renee pleasure him without hesitation over the years while he overlooked his own wife's needs. Renee diapered her new baby for her nap and wondered what the little one was thinking about as she lay on the bed in the milky afterglow of her multiple orgasms. "Penny for your thoughts?" she'd asked on a whim. Baby Deni turned her attention to her new Mommy in surprise and blushed before shrugging, "You're a good Mommy." she whispered. Renee was genuinely surprised and forced herself not to smile as she finished taping the thick diaper closed, patting the front of it softly. "Am I?" she asked as she returned to the bed and brought her little one in for cuddles. "Daddy never took care of me like you did." Baby Deni said softly, her thumb slipping into her mouth as Mommy began to stroke her hair. Renee allowed her smile to appear now that her little one wouldn't see it. "He's a bad man." she said. "Mommy's going to make him go away though, and then everything will be all better." she added. Baby Deni nodded softly. "I'm sorry for lying to you and for being a bad Mommy." she said after removing her thumb briefly and replacing it once she'd spoken. "Hush now, little one," Renee cooed quietly. "Mommy knows it wasn't your fault, and she knows that you're a very little girl and pretending to be big and also a Mommy was too much for you to handle." she said reassuringly. Baby Deni nodded again. "You gonna make my big girl thoughts go away?" she asked hesitantly, repeating the removal and replacement process with her thumb. Renee kissed the top of her head. "Mommy doesn't need to, does she, sweetie?" she asked. Baby Deni shook her head. "You're going to be a good little girl and behave for Mommy, aren't you?" Renee asked. Baby Deni nodded. Renee smiled and sighed contentedly. "Your a good girl, sweetie, and Mommy loves you and will always take care of you." she said quietly. Baby Deni sighed her own contentment and closed her eyes, a little yawn escaping her as the events of the day caught up to her and she slipped off to sleep. ************************************************************************ The light knock on the door caused Baby Deni to stir lightly but didn't wake her. Mr. Figueroa entered the room a moment later with the still sleeping Charlotte in his arms as he carefully closed the door behind him, raising an eyebrow as he saw Denise naked save for a thick diaper and his daughter entirely naked beside her, cuddling the girl to her with one arm while she held a finger to her lips with the other to let him know to stay quiet. He crossed the room and looked for a place to set the sleeping girl in his arms and placed her gently in the crook of Renee's other arm after the girl raised it for him. Renee smiled at him as she cuddled Charlotte close to her and remained still to make sure both girls were still asleep before she spoke. "How was she?" she asked. "She's gonna be very happy here with you." he said. She smiled and shook her head. "With us." she corrected. He returned her smile. "One big, happy family?" he asked. Renee nodded softly. "Mommy and her baby girls and Grandpa and his baby girl." she said. "You work fast." he told her as he gestured to Denise. Renee scoffed. "She was the weak link in the chain." she told him. "I probably didn't need to do any of what I did to get her to where she is, but I was having fun." she confessed. "So, what did you learn?" he asked. Renee shook her head. "Tomorrow." she said simply. "Go see your baby and let me spend some time with mine and we'll meet tomorrow to discuss what we're going to do." she told him. He rose and nodded. "Yer mama would be proud of you." he told her. "She'd be happy to know you helped me." she said. "I couldn't have done any of this without you," she hesitated for a moment before adding, "Daddy." to her statement. He smiled but it quickly faded. "I know ya mean well, Renee, but please don't ever call me that." he said. She nodded. "I understand." she told him. "I just wanted you to know that you're my father and I love you." she added. He smiled at her and nodded and looked like he wanted to say something else but just nodded again and walked to the door. "Have a good night." he said before slipping back out of the room. ************************************************************************ Sitting in his room later that night Kenneth Figueroa took a long pull from his bottle of whiskey. He'd been struggling with seeing Renee more frequently since telling her the truth about her mother and himself, the girl was the spitting image of her mother and seeing her was a constant reminder that she was gone and never coming back. When it was discovered that Shelly was pregnant Daddy lost his mind with rage at the total lack of decency that Kenneth had displayed in engaging in sexual congress with what was essentially an infant in a woman's body when he confessed what he'd done and why. Refusing to apologize for his behavior led to his banishment from the compound for a minimum of fifteen years, long enough for his child to be born and raised without him rendering him a stranger to his own flesh and blood. Through his connections within The Innocent he learned both of Renee's birth and of Shelly's death during the birth, a final turn of the knife that fueled his hatred for Daddy and strengthened his resolve to bring the man down. Time had made Daddy soft or forgetful or both, and he'd welcomed Kenneth back into the fold without so much as a warning about going near the then almost adult girl. Kenneth returned and stayed on the fringes of his daughter's life, seeing her mother in her every day bringing him pain and suffering he struggled to deal with, coming close on several occasions to ending his own life, but he knew he needed to make contact with Renee and tell her the truth so she could decide for herself whether she wanted to follow Daddy or if she wanted to join her father in overthrowing the man in charge. When Renee left for college he started making his plans without her, chiding himself for putting off approaching his daughter and wondering if he'd missed his shot until she returned and he bit the bullet and told her everything. "You'd be real proud of 'er, Shell." he said to no one. "She's gonna put right what I couldn't." he added before taking another swig of whiskey, nearing the point where he'd pass out for the night, but with just enough time to talk to the ghosts of his past before he planned to join them once all was said and done. "To tomorrow and to the end of this bullshit place." he slurred as he raised the bottle of whiskey up and took another drink.

A Stay At The Clinic. Chapter 1 ''Why are we coming back here again?', Noel asked his wife as she drove through the security gate. 'This place creeps me out,' Noel added, eyeing with obvious displeasure the big white building coming into view through the trees. 'I still have some business to do here,' Ann replied calmly. 'As for creeping you out, I suggest you become a little more grown up and consider how things really are. This place does an excellent job for a lot of people who need special care." Noel was unrepentant. 'Well, I think it's creepy,' he said, thinking of the strange behaviour of the people he'd seen in the clinic's 'activity area' last time he traipsed along as Ann did her business. 'What do you have to do here anyway?' asked Noel 'Business, Noel,' said Ann. Noel returned to staring out the window. It had been almost six months since Ann had discussed any 'business' with him. He had got over his resentment of that, but he still didn't like the way Ann talked about her work - which they used to discuss together - as something that no longer concerned Noel. Worse, if he pushed the matter, he'd be told that whatever business it was was 'complicated' or would be 'too hard to explain.'. Noel was a former financial analyst, for God's sake. Fair enough, he'd lost some of his higher level functions, if he remembered correctly what the insurance company's shrink had said. At least what she had written, thought Noel. Naturally she didn't speak to him. She spoke to Ann, and emailed her a multi page report which Noel had managed to find on Ann's computer. It wasn't fair, Noel thought. Sitting in what had been their shared home office, and which had subtly over the months become Ann's domain, Noel had been carefully trying to make sense of the report. All he'd read was the last page. Even that had taken ages, because he needed a dictionary now for long words. Even then, some sentences, even ones people say, had become difficult to work out. The dictionary was hard enough to use, too. Anyway, Ann had found Noel in 'her' office and had been very cross. That was the first time she'd hit him. She'd punished him on the spot, bending him over and spanking his backside so hard that he cried for the first time he could remember. For once he'd been thankful for the limited insulation of the pullup he now wore in case of slight small accidents. Even accepting that he needed to wear those had been a struggle, and had turned out to be yet another example of Ann getting her way. There was no doubt about it. She wore the pants. She was the head of the household, and expected Noel to ask her permission for things. She didn't expect or like her authority to be questioned. Obviously that wasn't fair, Noel thought, but he couldn't do anything about it. He'd told the psychologist he saw every month about being spanked, expecting some sympathy. He'd had to work up the courage to say something so bad about Ann as her hitting him, but to his surprise, Jane, the psychologist asked him if he thought he deserved to be spanked for what he'd done. After all, Jane had told him, looking at Ann's computer without asking her was 'very naughty'. But she spanked me Jane!, Noel had responded, quite shocked that Jane was taking Ann's side. Worse, the whole discussion with Jane made Noel angry and anxious, which were exactly the conditions most likely to result in further problems. Sure enough, in spite of his efforts to stay calm, the discussion with Jane brought on the tears which came too readily now, and worse, a wet pullup. Jane had called Ann into their 'one on one' session and Ann had changed Noel's pullup right there, in front of Jane, then being told yet again to try to be a grownup and not to sulk. How could anyone not sulk when they were treated so badly, Noel had thought. He'd learned his lessons slowly. Ann was in charge of their business affairs. There was no question of that. She made the decisions for both of them, then told him what she'd done - if she thought he needed to know. That wasn't really fair either, although Noel knew he had trouble understanding numbers and words when they were all mixed up. Ann would tell him that she didn't have time to explain, or worse, that he 'wouldn't understand' as if adults had some special language only they knew. Noel began to get cross with himself as well. He did his best not to think of Ann and the other people around him as 'adults', but often found himself doing so. He'd tell himself he was an adult too, but it was hard to feel convinced of that wearing a wet pullup. He noticed that Ann had stopped the car in the gravel car park near the imposing front door of the clinic. Now she was turning to speak to him. 'I want you to come inside with me, and be on your best behaviour. OK?' Ann said, reaching out and moving some of Noel's lanky hair out of his eyes. Noel had heard that sort of thing before. 'I'm not grumpy,' he objected crossly. None of this was fair. 'Noel, I know that sulky look. I don't want to see it, OK? Just be good,' Ann said firmly. 'All right,' replied Noel just as firmly, not looking at Ann but staring out of the window. Ann looked steadily at the side of Noel's head for a moment and sighed. Noel shifted in the seat to get more comfortable. 'Do you need your pullup changed?' Ann asked him. 'It's fine,' said Noel. Ann's response was to reach over and squeeze Noel's crotch with one hand. 'For heaven's sake, Noel, you're soaked,' said Ann. 'We've talked about this. Are you going to start being responsible and tell me when you need a change, or do you want me to start checking your diaper every 20 minutes like a two year old's? 'It's not a diaper,' said Noel. 'It's a pullup.' 'Noel, stop it,' Ann told him. 'For your information, it is a diaper. It's just called a pullup. You need to wear diapers, Noel. It's called reality. You wet the bed every night, and now you wet most days as well. Remember what Jane said? She said you'd soon need to change to proper daytime diapers, and I think that time has come. I've already bought a supply of your new daytime diapers, and I've brought a couple today as spares. They'll have a room here we can use. I think this is the perfect time and place to make the change.' Noel began crying. Ann sighed again. 'I'm sorry you're upset, Noel,' she said, 'But we have to accept things as they are and deal with them in the most effective way. Now, I'm going to get you out of the car, and we're going inside. You've met Dr Carla and her nurse, so I expect you to be cooperative.' Ann caught the blank look from Noel. She breathed in. 'I expect you to be a good boy,' said Ann, 'And do what you're told, whether it's me, or one of the staff here telling you. OK?' 'OK,' conceded Noel, and took Ann's hand. 'Good boy,' she said as she closed the door and led Noel to the big entrance. 'And Noel, honey?' Ann said. 'Yes?' replied Noel. 'I want you to know that all I want is what's best for you. Do you understand that?' Ann said. 'Yes,' said Noel, wondering why she said that. He knew she loved him, in spite of his problems. Ann kissed him on the cheek. 'Now be good,' she said, and led him inside. To be continued. '

A New Start Part 1 Love isn’t all you need… but it’s certainly a start. Cardinal Willem Luthar Flischer (1949 - ) Joshiwoo was more than a little agitated as he sat in his playpen pushing the toy plastic train around and around. The soft vinyl mattress he was playing on had got a few ‘hills’ and ‘dales’ for him to at least make his choo-choo sounds a little different as the train climbed up and down its enclosed plastic domain. His own plastic pants, with the multi-teddy bear motif that encased his thick disposable, crinkled as he crawled around and was a nice accompaniment to the tinkling sounds of the overhead mobile plinking a soft nursery rhyme. His super-soft pale orange t-shirt had an image of a smiling brown and orange monkey hanging from a branch and the words ‘Lil Monkey’ written in swirling letters underneath. He was warm, he was safe and thanks to his super-thick nappy, he felt extremely secure. Sitting in one corner was his new, sparkling white, soft and smiling plushie, Snowy the polar bear. Lying quietly behind him was pink Bunny Fluffytail and his plastic T-Rex, Tex. The size of his playpen was adequate enough to contain him and his myriad of toys and fluffy creatures, and, for the last few months it had been a big part of his world. That and being looked after by ‘mummy’. The thing was he’d been on his own for some time now and was missing her. # Four months ago she had discovered an almost broken young boy on the verge of suicide and contemplating the welcoming embrace of the rail line as he stood perilously close to the edge of the bridge. He’d lost everything: His job, his home, his money and his friends. He’d got addicted to something that had changed his personality so much that no one wanted anything more to do with him – fame. Fleeting though it was, it had filled him with an attitude and a carelessness that made him believe he was indestructible (he’d not allow any reasoning voice to alter its ego-boost). He’d been stupid enough to believe his own hype and let others take care of ‘all the other stuff’. His swift rise as an eighteen year-old reality star had taken its toll on his personality, the very thing that had made him so popular in the first place. His small stature, baby face, sweet nature and a choirboy innocence (that would have let him get away with murder) had endeared him to the public consciousness whilst the show was on. However, once the show finished and the offers came flowing in; the fame and the money, the parties and the celebrity all conspired to ruin him. The newspapers were quick to castigate such a ‘nasty little upstart’ and he quickly lost all the goodwill he’d had because of a series of devastating headlines. Whoever said that any publicity was good publicity was wrong when it came to the career of Gordon ‘Little’ Littlewood. Just two years after it had started, it was over. His small stature and schoolboy looks didn’t stop the papers from holding him up to public ridicule for his drunkenness, drug abuse but the final straw had been the rape charge. Twitter, newsgroups, social media and newspapers in general became like a pack of wolves around the subject of Gordon Littlewood. After all, the news media had decided, as he was over eighteen he was targetable. The public were getting fed up with rich, young, good-looking celebs; it was time to take them down a peg or seven. There was once a time when a gentler, more forgiving, atmosphere existed in the world but nowadays it had been replaced by anger, spite and lethal vindictiveness and, if you were in their sights and vulnerable, you were eaten alive. ‘Little’ became a BIG but unedifying story for the media and anyone with an axe to grind. It hadn’t helped that his sweet personality had so rapidly changed to become unbearable and self-possessed. The sad thing for Gordon was he had nothing to back up what people had seen in him in the first place. That easy charm he’d revealed in the show was perceived (thanks to those highly defamatory articles and gossip columns) as nothing more than fake. The fact that he was once a ‘nice lad’, corrupted by fame and turned into this spiteful, self-opinionated sleaze ball, was absolutely no defence. As the papers joyously pointed out, it was easy to blame everyone else for his self-inflicted failings. The rape charge was eventually thrown out of court for ‘lack of evidence’ but he was never completely exonerated, even though most people ultimately realised the accuser was sick and had made the entire scenario up. Unfortunately, by then it was all too late and, as everything was gone; the money, the fame, the ‘friends’ (who delightedly cashed in on his celebrity) and any self-respect he once might have had departed. So, at just nineteen (almost twenty) years old he stood on the bridge wondering what life would be like dead. # The playpen was quite large and comfy as he lay listening to the plinky-plonk sound of his mobile. He hugged Bunny Fluffytail and held tightly onto his fleecy blankie, whilst gazing up at the stars and flying horses that circled over his head. The large white dummy he gently slurped on was also a comfort as he waited for mummy to come and change his soaked nappy. Earlier in the day his mummy had gently pulled him from his crib where he was all warm and sleepy and checked on his wet night time protection. She only changed him after he’d suckled on his bottle of formula and eaten the large spoon’s full of mushy Honey Oaties he enjoyed so much. He liked it when mummy changed him. She spoke such sweet words, kissed and tickled his tummy, cleaned and powdered him in such a loving way that, even when he was wrapped in his clean thick new disposable, he wanted it to continue. Thankfully, once the process was complete and mummy was happy with the way her little baby boy was dressed, she’d hug and cuddle him tightly to her bosom and rock him as she hummed a little tune. He’d close his eyes and suck on his dum-dum whilst mummy patted his well cushioned bottom as she finished her devoted morning ritual. # Gordon no longer remembered his past, all he knew was the present and the affectionate attention mummy lavished on her ‘sweetums’. In fact Gordon no longer existed, he’d become Joshua or more exactly, Joshiwoo. Yes, that’s what mummy called him: “My sweet little Joshiwoo - the sweetest of sweetums in the entire world.” He’d learned to say ‘Mummy’ but very few real words passed his lips. Gurgles and chuckles, bubbles and smiles were all mummy needed from him. He’d stretched out his hands to cup his new white bear or call for his pink rabbit and make some baby words that had entered his head but even his conversation with his toys was mainly babble. He might call out for ‘Shnowy’ or ‘Bun-bun’, he knew their names but was still learning to say them properly, but most of his vocabulary was just one word and pointing. Sometimes he’d sob a little even though he didn’t know why, but mummy came and tenderly stroked his hair or gently hugged him until whatever had caused the tears had been banished. Sometimes the snuffles were just because he was hungry, other times that he was saturated but mainly it was because he loved to have his mummy play with him. His teddy and other stuffed animals were fun and always felt nice to hug but it was mummy he liked to hug the most. She’d play with him and make noises that the animals or toys made and he’d learn from repeating mummy’s words or sounds. # Angela Epstein (nee Applegate) had been married to Doctor Joshua Epstein for two years when tragedy struck. She was just finishing her own nursing qualification when a huge accident on the fog bound M1 motorway had taken the life of her husband, which left her almost completely destroyed. The only thing that kept her going was the recent news that she was expecting her first child so devoted the next few months into making sure the birth of their baby would be a wonderful, uncomplicated experience. Unfortunately, the birth had been a messy and painful experience and her son had died just minutes after he had been welcomed into the world. A series of neural and physical difficulties meant that the sweet little baby boy never drew breath and his heart-broken mother only got to hold him for a few seconds before he was rushed away. Angela fell into a deep depression and for a couple of years hardly went anywhere, spoke to anyone or allowed friends to comfort her. She was utterly devastated. Every waking hour she just thought of what her baby would be doing at that moment had he survived. She’d named him Joshua after his father but even naming him didn’t make much difference to the deep morose feelings that seemed to engulf her. # That was until one day, whilst walking through the city’s shopping mall she noticed a sign on a window display saying that there were staff vacancies. Despite everything that had happened, this opportune moment came when she looked into the display of clothes and baby items in Everything4Baby and for the first time felt happy rather than resentful. All the colourful cute outfits and items for baby for some reason now filled her full of pleasure and on a whim she applied for a job. At the interview she never mentioned the loss of her baby but did mention the loss of her husband. Her nursing background was seen as an advantage and within a week she found herself working in an environment that once would have filled her with sadness but now filled her with joy. Everything4Baby had given her a job and a purpose. She loved the new mummies coming in and excitedly buying cute new stuff for their upcoming child. She loved suggesting items and helping pick out little onesies, nappies, bottles and toys for these young mothers. She was often surrounded by a sea of babies with their parents all searching for that specific item to make their little one ‘individual’. Because of constant requests for that ‘unique’ or ‘designer’ item, she’d found new suppliers, designers and clothes makers who, at a price, would create something ‘different and special’ – perhaps surprisingly, there was a great deal of social one-upmanship and elitism in the world of baby clothes. She was good at her job and soon found that she rose up the staff ranking and within two years was managing the branch. A year later and she bought out the owner and set about a series of adjustments that would develop the business far beyond what had originally been planned. Because of the way she ran the enterprise, the place catered for mummies, babies and those interested in baby stuff, even if they weren’t quite real babies themselves. Everything4Baby could have been renamed ‘Everything4allbabies’ because of the diverse selection of customers who came into the shop. That was ten years ago and she’d never been happier. # However, one late night driving home she noticed a dishevelled and sad young boy looking like he was contemplating his life as she saw him climbing up onto the rail bridge’s safety barrier. A shiver of concern ran through her body but the fact that there were few people around made her slam on the brakes and decide to try to do something. The boy only looked to be in his early teens, possibly thirteen or fourteen, and immediately thought how old her own son would have been had he lived. Her heart went out to this obviously distressed young man. She had no idea what to say or do once she got there nor how he’d react, it was a matter of trying to do something rather than nothing. Angela knew it may already be too late and the boy may have plummeted onto the busy rail line below but she also knew she had to try and help him. “What if,” she imagined, “this had been her own son in such turmoil?” She’d hope that some passing Samaritan would try and help. # Part 2 They sparkle and twinkleth like diamonds caught in starlight Edmund White-Thomlinson (1801-1843) Joshiwoo was sucking on his bottle. The warm liquid filling his tum-tum and making him wriggle contentedly in mummy’s lap. He had no concept of time or of his past life, right now was the only thing he knew and to his mummy at least, he appeared happy enough. She kept him warm, safe, clean and loved. Yes LOVED. She had poured everything she knew, every resource possible, called in every favour and provided all she could into giving her new baby all the things she would have given to her own had fate not claimed him. She was now in possession of a boy who had been damaged by the consequences of his life and was in need of a new beginning, she was going to make sure he received it. # Angela had managed to get to the highly distraught boy just seconds before he jumped. He was surprised to see this woman approach and a brief thought that it was someone, like the rest of his money grabbing family and members of the public, who wanted to taunt him. But, and this had been the surprise, in a calm and soothing voice she had simply said: “Please don’t jump.” After the beating he’d taken from his family, friends, press and his most recent experience, these were the first tender and concerned words he’d heard in a long time. He was shaking as he stood on the railings; he really didn’t want to jump but could see no alternative to the mess he’d made of his young life. The hate he seemed to have generated, the nasty and vindictive personality he’d adopted, the laughing stock he’d become – none of this really suited him and it was time to end it all. But, he wavered as the kindly lady reached out and simply said: “Let’s make your life better.” The steady gloved hand hung in the night air as she managed to coax the young boy down. Angela was completely unaware who he was, he simply looked like a damaged young teen in desperate need of help. # Baby Joshua sucked on his dum-dum as his mummy patted his nicely padded bottom. She’d been amazed at how much liquid he was able to produce but now, several weeks in, she liked the look of her well-cushioned ‘son’ and the number of stuffers in his nappy certainly made him bulky but, as she smiled to herself, incredibly cute. His plastic pants were tight under the dinosaur onesie he wore to keep everything snug but it also helped the soft rustling sound as he shuffled about. Angela just loved to observe Joshiwoo as he played, napped and lived his new unencumbered life. “This is how it should have been.” She thought as Gordon became Joshua and she was able to be a proper mother to her ‘little’ one. Both had a new take on life; a new deal, a new reason to be alive… a brand new start. # When Angela had got the disturbed boy home he was shaking, tired and completely exhausted. She thought, whatever he’d been through, it must have been something quite traumatic. He was dirty, wretched and looked like a he could use a meal but, as he sat in her lounge; all he really wanted was to sleep. Without much thought other than helping the poor boy she suggested he take a bath and then, if he wanted, have a nice long sleep. Gordon was thankful for the suggestion and grateful for the offer of somewhere to stay for the night and, above all else, that he didn’t have to explain anything there and then. A warm bath and a bed were just what he needed. Whilst he relaxed for the first time in many months he let the warm embrace of the bath soothe his troubled mind. Meanwhile, Angela was busy making up the bed in the other room, the room that would have been Joshua’s. It was, despite the passage of time, still full of many of the nursery items she had bought all those years ago. Lying unmade against the far wall was the crib in which he would have spent those first few months of his life and a tremor ran through her body. Tears sprung to her eyes and she wept for her loss… it wasn’t the first time and she doubted it would be the last. # She went back to the bathroom to check on her guest and saw that he had fallen asleep. She smiled and returned to the room to make space for the inflatable mattress she manoeuvred into the place and added sheets and a blanket. When she’d finished she looked around the room, it still had very much the nursery and baby look; cartoon characters, baby animals in diapers, mobiles and loads of fluffy animals, toys, blankets and the soft, subdued lighting she though a baby might need. Using a selection of baby blankets she quickly made up the bed. It may not be what a teenager might want to sleep on but with all the soft fleecy material it certainly looked comfy. A thought flashed into her head – should she make him wear a nappy? It might have been because she was already in a hyped up state, being back in her child’s nursery but that weird thought seemed to come out of nowhere. It was true that whenever she ventured into the nursery all the ‘what might have been’ came flooding back. Even though the room never got to experience a child sleeping and playing in it there was an atmosphere of baby powder and infant about the place. Nappies danced for a few brief seconds in her head and, in her mind’s eye, she saw herself putting baby Joshua into a pair. She smiled at the thought but quickly realised her guest was hardly likely to wet the bed and didn’t think it a problem if he did, the inflatable was made of plastic so very little could be ruined. It had been a strange and unusual few moments, besides, she doubted if any of the baby stuff she had would fit a boy the size of the one snoozing in her bath. She laughed at her own silly thoughts and went to retrieve the slumbering lad. # A heap of filthy clothes piled on the chair needed sorting, there wasn’t much but far too dirty for him to sleep in. She decided to wash and dry them but was surprised to see a set of keys, a phone and a bunch of coins sat on top of the pile. The phone wasn’t turned on so might have been broken and if what she saw was the sum total of the boy’s money, he really was in a bad way. Anyway, none of it mattered at that moment so went off to find some pyjamas or shorts or ‘something’ he could wear. After several minutes searching she’d found very little that might be appropriate but a pair of her own flowery thick cotton winter PJs and some white cotton knickers she hadn’t worn in years. She decided that they would do temporarily and, after putting his dirty clothes into the washer, went and woke her sleepy soaking guest. # He took some rousing from the bath but eventually she was able to help him up and, after offering him a fresh towel, left him to dry off. He didn’t appear that bothered that a complete stranger was taking care of him and, seemed more than grateful, for the underwear and even the floral jammy bottoms. Her kindness and sympathy was just what he needed so was content to be warm and clean with someone fussing around him, it had been a while. The lighting in the bedroom was low and as she guided him towards the temporary inflatable. She apologised for not having a proper bed but assured him that others who had slept on it in the past had found it quite comfortable. He was really too tired to worry and just glad of a place to lie down, he would have happily stayed in the bath had she left him. She reminded him where the toilet was in case he needed it during the night and jokingly added that if he wet the bed then it would be nappies in future. A quizzical expression passed over his features (he hadn’t noticed the nursery print wall paper and the room’s other juvenile trappings), she giggled embarrassingly letting him know she was only making fun. He was well-tuckered out and, as the room was pleasantly warm lay out on the blankets, curled up into the foetal position, and almost immediately started drifting off to sleep. A quiet “Thank you” escaped his lips as he snuggled against the fleecy blankets. He slipped the soft material with the childish motifs over his body as a huge relaxed sigh and wiggle to get comfortable brought the evening as far as he was concerned to a close. Unconsciously she reached out and stroked his hair. “You’re welcome sweetheart.” Kneeling next to his bed she watched for a few moments as he settled down and soon his shallow breathing signalled he was asleep. Her heart once again went out to this poor little guy as she wondered what had driven him to contemplate suicide. However, at the same time she pondered this, she was also thinking of her lost baby and as she looked down on her sleeping visitor, all she really saw was her own son. Her heart welled up and she sobbed wishing that this poor boy was indeed her little boy and she could look after him and make sure he’d come to no further harm. As she looked on he lay there tightly cuddling the fleecy blanket in his left hand whilst his right made its way to his lips. She watched with a smile on her face as he soothed whatever worries he had with the aid of his spit soaked thumb. “Goodnight Joshua.” She whispered and kissed his head. # Part 3 “As you grow the small child within is not holding you back but offering a place to heal” Mohammed Devwhalli (1901 -2000) Baby Joshua was wet, very wet as he woke from his nap. He clutched ‘Sh-nowy’ tightly and its soft white fleecy coat tickled his face as he slowly returned to wakefulness. Almost immediately his mummy was by his side and letting down the bars of the crib, checking her boy’s night time protection and beamed with pleasure as she helped him get to his feet. He tried to return his happiness at seeing mummy again by smiling round his dummy but all that achieved was more drool dripping onto his brightly coloured onesie, his chest was almost as wet as his nappy. This was baby Joshua’s favourite part of the day when mummy cleaned him up, tickled and played fun games, bathed and dressed him. He’d giggle almost continually until she’d help him downstairs for something to eat. Sometime, if he’d had a restless night and was still half asleep, mummy would hold him in her arms whilst he drank his formula from a bottle. Once he’d sucked it all down she’d burp him and then put him down so he could sleep until he was ready to face the day. There was little point in changing him until then as he always wet when he slept and all that formula had to go somewhere. Mummy made sure the thick soak pads added to his nappy would keep him from completely flooding his cot. # Angela knew that she should be trying to get in touch with the boy’s parents so that they were aware he was OK. However, because he’d been in such a state she thought it better to wait, have a chat with her guest and then decide on who needed to be informed. Once this decision had been made she settled down on her sofa to catch up on some paperwork. It was very late. The events of the evening had eaten into the time but there were still things for work she had to do before the morning. As she examined the various bills, quotes, designs, worksheets etc. progress was very slow because her mind kept returning to the poor lad upstairs. She’d rescued the boy but now felt some kind of responsibility to him and his family. Her concentration level was poor until she happened on a bill from one of her ‘specialist’ firms. This small firm produced bespoke, original items in any size and had quickly become one of the main suppliers to her ‘alternative’ baby customers. When she’d first embarked on this side of furnishing the needs for this group of customers, she had to source the companies herself, check if they were up for making the items requested and then agreeing a supply chain, delivery dates and, most importantly, happy customers. All these points were achieved with relative ease and it could be said she was one of the few such providers in the county. Everything4Baby had quickly become the place to shop for such a market and, the once-a-month late night private shopping, had proved both popular and a location where like-minded people could meet and discuss their predilection - babies during the day, ABDL at night. Now as she examined the bill and the items ordered her mind focused on what it would be like to have something similar herself. It was for an adult crib with lockable sides and a deep soft plastic mattress with a baby duckling design. The person who requested it also wanted an entire set of bedding and baby clothes to match. It was a huge, expensive order but she had been able to coordinate all the different suppliers to work together and produce a superb finished product where all the component parts worked in harmony. She was justly proud of what the happy customer received and he, rightly, was nothing but praise as word spread throughout the community. * She slept fitfully that night. Her mind full of adult babies and the charming little get ups they wore. She’d often passed comment on how wonderful they all looked in their baby clothes: The made-to-measure nappies, shiny vinyl pants, dresses, onesies, pjs, colourful vests, bibs, cartoon all-in-ones, indeed, even the suppliers were delighted with this new, demanding and growing outlet for their pricey but high-end creations. However, when her dream started incorporating her visitor she struggled against the idea – it was stupid, insane, and probably even against the law and, more to the point, RECKLESS. However, dreams being dreams, the thought lingered and she became captive in a life, a dream life, which had him at its centre but as a baby. When she woke up she was most uncomfortable with what was in her head. There again… * She quietly opened his bedroom door and was surprised to see that he’d hardly moved in the night. He was still lying on top of the blankets although one was now gripped tightly against his body but she detected the tell-tale smell of urine. Despite her thinking it wouldn’t happen she soon realised that her guest hadn’t made it to the bathroom and could see the outline of the ‘tidemark’ around his floral cotton PJs. He was still fast asleep. She cautiously shook him awake. It took a while but eventually managed to get him to near consciousness as he looked around unsure of his bearings. “Sorry to wake you, er, erm, er,sweetie ,” she was a bit hesitant because she still didn’t know his name. “I have to go to work but, if you want to stay in bed, I’ll be home around lunchtime…” He yawned and stretched but was still unbelievably tired. “Er, OK.” He simply acknowledged her offer to stay in her home for a little longer; after all, he didn’t have anywhere else to go. “Yer, er, I could do with some more sleep… thank you.” He mumbled but smiled his thanks and waited for her to leave. As she hesitated at the door he suddenly realised that she might actually have some doubts about leaving him alone. “Oh, your stuff will be alright, I’m not a thief and I’m grateful to you for…” “No, no, it’s not that,” Now it was Angela’s turn to feel she needed to explain. “It’s just…” He suddenly became aware of the pool of smelly dampness he was lying in. “Oh for Christsake, what the fuc…” “No, no don’t worry… I… er, we can…” She saw him fling back the blanket he was clutching and look down at his soaked jammy bottoms and the urine soaked sheet he’d been lying on. The plastic inflatable mattress making sure no further harm was done but that also meant however much his bladder released had now soaked into everything else. He looked up at her and his irate expression changed to one of distress and regret. In that brief moment he’d changed from an angry young man into a sad little boy. His face screwed up in abject failure and was almost on the verge of letting his tearful emotions take control. It wasn’t a clever contrived reaction to his damp situation, it was real. For a few seconds there were no further exchanges, they were both a little overawed by what had happened. Eventually, he looked around the room and gave her an apologetic smile. “I suppose if I’m going to piss myself, at least I’m in the right place to do so… you’d better get the nappies ready.” * Although the last line was said as a joke his mind immediately slipped back to ‘There and Then - Here and Now’ the reality TV show he’d appeared on. It was roughly an updated, 24/7 version of the popular ‘Big Brother’ franchise with live and recorded segments broadcast (though which segment was recorded and which part live was never relayed to the contestants) of course there was also tasks to be completed daily. Each player gained points every twenty four hours depending on how well they ‘performed’; this was done by phone votes and logged on-line responses. Once the contestant was voted out of the house, their accrued points were available and up for grabs, which the public could then, via a live phone in, allocate to other members of the cast. This intense involvement from viewers had seen the show top the ratings and become the ‘must watch’ programme on TV. The newspapers ran an almost blow by blow account of the outrageous behaviour of the contestants, who became instant celebrities, whilst the public in general just couldn’t get enough of it… especially as they could submit tasks to be performed. This interaction was one of the segments of the re-vamped show the public liked best because they could actually appear on it via social media and suggest what was to happen. Although these bits looked ‘live’ they were in fact recorded so as to give the production crew time to get any props organised. # One such suggestion was to split the house into two - one side to be mummies and daddies, whilst the other had to be babies. Of course, as it turned out Gordon ended up being a baby and was suitably dressed. His small frame gave him an advantage and his bulky nappy, shiny plastic pants and frilly bonnet seemed just perfect for him as the challenge got underway. He took to the part like a duck to water and immersed himself in the antics of a baby. He was convincing and, with his little tubby tummy on show and the huge protection that the cameras just loved to constantly feature, he was the one the audience adored. The public loved this feature and called in with ideas for what they should wear, what they should be fed and the babyish games they should play. And, whereas the other ‘babies’ baulked at some of the suggestions; Gordon played the part to the fullest. On more than one occasion what they were dressed in bordered on the fetish rather than adolescent, whilst the outrageous bulky nappies, satin dresses or juvenile onesies were just too much for some. Those who were acting babies were not allowed to speak but could only make their wishes known by crying, pointing and gurgling. The six other babies were hopeless but Gordon proved to be a winner and made front page news in his cute baby outfit with this particular task when he wet and messed himself live on air. What the public were not aware of was that his ‘accident’ was just that. He hadn’t meant for it to happen but, a long nap, together with some rather dubious baby food and drink had led to a spectacular reaction. The stunned and confused expression on his face (and the tears that followed) was something that no one could ignore. The public were appalled and delighted, the ratings soared and Gordon won infamy as well as the public vote. It was he who walked away with the £250,000 prize at the end of the show. # Despite all this public affirmation and notoriety the programme had passed Angela by. She had of course heard of it but hated reality shows and rarely watched TV. She was also not in the least bit bothered about gossip (celebrity or otherwise) or indeed any sort of ‘popular culture’ so the fortunes of the shows ‘stars’ had come and gone without so much as a comment from her. She still had no idea who this soaked boy in her spare room was but who, at that moment, looked even more pathetic than he had when standing on the bridge preparing to commit suicide. His slim pale body, shaggy hair and big brown eyes doing nothing to confirm he was an adult. He really did look like a small child confused by the way his bladder had let him down. He had no excuse for why he wet the bed and possibly ruined a kindly woman’s patience… for a brief moment he wished he’d taken up her jokey reference to wearing a nappy. This was not the first time he’d wet himself, and not just on the TV show, that was one of the many things his ‘loving’ family were able to torment him about. He was constantly bullied by his family and being the youngest and smallest, he was an easy target. His occasional bouts of incontinence also added to the vast amount of abuse the boy suffered all his life… he was the butt of everyone’s jokes. He had no idea the reaction his stupid bodily malfunction would garner from this guardian angel. For Angela’s part, she knew he needed time to heal from whatever had driven him to contemplate that final act of self destruction. His pissing the bed only added to the boy’s vulnerability and further evidence he needed to be cared for. # Part 4 I fear a future that has no future Izzy Downing (1980 - ) from the poem ‘Magole’s Lament’ “Look, don’t worry about anything.” She looked around the nursery and thought he was right, it was the correct place to do it if you were going to pee your pants. “I have to go to work but, your clothes are in the washer and should be dry in a short while. If you can put all this stuff on at some point,” she said indicating the wet bedding, “I’d be very grateful.” Gordon nodded. “Thanks. Look,” she said as an afterthought, “if you want to go, please just drop the latch as you leave, but, should you want to take some time to think or… talk, I’ll be back at lunchtime and we can chat then. After all, I don’t even know your name.” Gordon couldn’t believe he hadn’t been recognised although in truth, he did look different now than he had when he was in the show. He was both suspicious and relieved that his identity was unknown and wondered how he could spin this anonymity to his advantage. “OK, and, if that’s alright with you… I’d like to stay a little longer to try and get my head in order… and a chat at lunchtime sounds fine.” He smiled and then as if to bring the conversation to an end looked down at the mess he’d made and grimaced. “I’ll have this all cleaned up by the time you return.” # It was a busy half-day in the shop for Angela. It seemed that everyone in town who was pregnant had decided to pay a visit and she was rushed off her feet. She didn’t mind that amount of business, she didn’t mind the questions, nor did she mind the continuous nervous and excited requests for advice and information. As manager/owner of Everything4Baby she was used to being asked everything from infant fashion guidance to relationship problems. It was that type of store and the reason why it had become so successful. Nevertheless, by 1pm she was completely shattered and ready to get home having in the past few hours temporarily forgotten about her guest. However, before she left she grabbed a couple of items from the storeroom and put in a call to one of her ‘specialist’ contacts. # Once home she was pleased to find him dressed and watching TV with a mug of coffee by his side. To Angela he looked even more like a young teenager; his now clean, if ripped, jeans and Call of Duty t-shirt, mop of ill-kempt hair, bare feet and nervous nod of acknowledgement only making him appear like a schoolboy truant. “Hello,” she smiled and carried things through to the kitchen. “Glad you decided to stay for a while.” She called over her shoulder. Gordon was engrossed in the programme but looked up and smiled as she zipped through the living room and up the stairs. “Yer, yer, er, I think I need time to, er, think… if that’s OK with you?” He called back to her. She disappeared into her bedroom but carried on the conversation… only a little louder. “No problem. Have you eaten?” Her voice carried from the bedroom as she slipped off her coat and sorted out some of the items she’d brought home. “I had some toast earlier, I’m not really hungry… er, can I get you a coffee, tea or something? You look like you’ve had a busy day?” Almost immediately she was back down stairs and into the living room. “Please, tea would be nice and yes… it has been very hectic.” Gordon busied himself in the kitchen boiling up the kettle, putting tea in the teapot, putting milk in a jug, although his brief search didn’t turn up any sugar. He saw there was one bone china cup and saucer and correctly assumed that was how she preferred her tea served. She was a stylish lady so no doubt drank her tea with a degree of finesse and that classy crockery, he thought, suited her just right. Meanwhile, Angela settled herself on the sofa and was looking forward to having a nice chat. # Joshiwoo lay on the carpet in front of the TV watching cartoons and burbling away to ‘Sh-nowy’. He was wearing only his little t-shirt and thick protection, his yellow plastic pants crinkling noisily as he swayed from side to side in time to the music. He was ‘singing’ along to the melody whilst watching the colourful characters light up the screen. His mummy really loved it when she could see her boy enjoying himself in such a way, it made it all worthwhile. Whatever doubts she may have once had, they were swept away by the sheer pleasure he gave her and the unconditional love she could shower on him. # Once he’d served tea Gordon came and sat down next to Angela. She turned off the TV and smiled. “Hi, I’m Angela.” She offered her hand and he took it. “Pleased to meet you Angela, er, I’m Terry.” Gordon lied. “Pleased to meet you too Terry.” She noticed that his t-shirt didn’t quite reach to top of his jeans. The waistband of his clean but ancient underwear was just visible and his little pale tummy appeared more apparent because of this revealing gap. Perhaps it was just her but this made him seem even more defenceless. Again, Angela desperately wanted to wrap him in her arms and let him know all was well, to take away any pain or hurt he had suffered and return him to a life of childish bliss. # As they chatted the story that ‘Terry’ wanted to tell slowly emerged. If she really didn’t know who he was (and she hadn’t given any indication she did) he thought he’d spin a story of near truths. She asked him if he shouldn’t let his family know he was OK, they might be worried but he countered with the fact that it was his abusive family he was escaping from. He lay on the abuse, sexual as well as mental, which wasn’t too far away from the truth (although the sexual abuse came later and not from his family). However, the fact was that his family were a bunch of nasty, self-serving, money-grabbing, thoughtless, vindictive degenerates who had loved Gordon’s fame and the money that success brought so who went all out to exploit him, and it, to the fullest. The fact that it all but destroyed him didn’t even register on their collective consciousness, they just saw the money. # From where Angela was listening little Terry was struggling with his tale. She could see the emotion just pour out and watched as he wriggled uncomfortably with some of his descriptions. Of course she believed everything he said, and most of it was true except he left out certain pieces of the jigsaw. No mention of the TV programme, the public humiliation or his later encounters with people even worse than his family passed his lips, he kept it all at a family level. Since he was a toddler the constant put downs, malicious words, spiteful actions and the relentless air of malevolence had been his unceasing companion. No childhood bliss for this boy. No ‘sweetness and light’ mother to comfort and cherish him. Apart from the fact he was the youngest so obviously an easy target, the reason they constantly put him down was because he was different. He did have a spark of kindness, affability, empathy and understanding but this showed his family up for what they were. Whenever this side of Gordon raised its head, the rest saw it as their duty to mock and mistreat him until he they would no longer be confronted by something that was actually considerate. No. No. No. Parents and siblings alike goaded their innocent little brother into becoming a monster. Because he’d been successful on TV and was a celeb they encouraged him to get an attitude, to demand rather than ask and to be as awful as they were, unfortunately for him, he took their advice. That was when his descent into oblivion started. It was them he was terrified of and, although he didn’t go into too much detail, what he left unsaid, Angela was able to fill in those horrifyingly painful blanks herself. He alluded to other things since he’d escaped from home and how he’d really screwed up elsewhere in his life. Again, specifics were left to her own imagination. Angela couldn’t understand how such a young boy could have so many troubles but as the story unfolded the reasons became apparent. The essentials were missing but it left his host in no doubt that her guest was the victim of some shocking and disturbing events. At one point his tears flowed and Angela comforted the poor boy hugging him through the worst of this emotional black spot. The tears had been real when Gordon realised just how completely abandoned and destitute he really was. He was so alone and broken that when the opportunity arose, clung to anyone who seemed to understand his situation. # Alas, the last people he had confided in had been only too pleased to find such an amiable ‘toy’ they could use and abuse. His celebrity had been a bonus as they kept him prisoner and sexually used and abused him for a few days. By the time they had finished, the boy that was already broken was just an empty shell who understood once and for all he was worthless. Their actions, together with all that had gone before, destroyed his spirit. The feeling of utter uselessness had driven him to that final decision; the only way to stop his suffering was to end it all. Angela was in tears herself by the time he’d finished explaining what had happened. She was both angry and sad at what the youngster had been through and railed against how terrible people were to take advantage of someone else’s suffering; especially such a defenceless young boy. So, his reasons for suicide were powerful and why he was in no rush to let anyone know where he was equally poignant. He was so very grateful to have someone, after so much pain, to actually care. Because of her kindness and concern in his darkest hour, he literally owed her his life. He wanted to disappear but, and this was down to Angela, he no longer wanted to kill himself. # As the story of his hateful family revealed more and more dysfunction, she began to feel very protective of this sad looking teenager. She still assumed he must be about the same age Joshua would have been had he lived, fourteen, but never got around to asking him his real age. She did ask if he’d thought about going to Social Services for help but he shrugged and said his mother always said that’s where they’d send him if he ever revealed anything about the family. In their house Social Services was regarded as the enemy and a place to be avoided; full of stress, horror and anxiety, staffed by hateful perverts and certainly more unpleasant than what he was already used to. The bullying family had certainly planted the notion he’d get no help from them. He had a deeper fear of Social Services than of his own appalling family. He said he was scared of what might happen if anyone knew he was still around and begged Angela not to tell anyone. That fear of being discovered and sent back to a life so abusive he shook with dread as he pleaded with her to keep his secret. He urgently wanted to become invisible so that to all intents and purposes he no longer existed. He wanted time to think and hopefully find some solution and perhaps start again… though exactly how he was to accomplish this he had no idea. However, he smiled when he looked deep into Angela’s eyes, as far as he was concerned she had lived up to her name because like an angel she’d rescued him. It was an emotional moment that wasn’t in the least insincere; it was an honest reaction to what had happened over the last twenty-four hours or so. She felt it as well. # There was a bond between them and it was getting mixed up in her mind. One second she could deal with this teenager with ease, knowing what was needed and what to do. The next moment, she only saw her son Joshua and desperately wanted to mother him and keep him safe. He had asked what she did for a living, so happily explained about her ‘little baby clothes shop’. The mention of ABDL stuff was left out of the conversation but she did allude to her ‘growing’ group of customers and how much she enjoyed the ‘fascinating’ world of babies. She didn’t want to go into any great explanation about living on her own but the observant little chap had noticed her wedding ring so simply confirmed that her husband had died. She didn’t enlighten him any further and wisely he realised it might be a prohibited area for discussion. However, that maternal feeling had been getting stronger the more time they spent chatting and foolishly she was getting comfortable with a ridiculous notion forming in her brain. An idea that was simply not practical or how things worked in the real world. Strangely, it was a feeling she’d had from the moment she’d coaxed him down from that bridge. When she thought about it, she’d already done things that were primarily, if unconsciously, aimed at ‘Terry’ being part of her family in some way or other. Although she couldn’t really keep him from a cruel world, every fibre of her body told her he needed protection and she felt almost compelled to be the one to do just that. # They talked for ages. Time didn’t seem to matter and ‘Terry’ was able to keep up his temporary façade simply because Angela saw no need to doubt or challenge him on anything he said. Over a hastily prepared meal he explained what he really wished for was a brand new start. He wished for a place where his family didn’t exist, where no one knew him and somewhere he felt safe. He looked at Angela with his huge innocent eyes and her heart melted. Despite the fact that she knew she shouldn’t be holding such thoughts, Angela wondered how easy it would be to grant that wish. To keep this scared boy in her protection. To keep him away from railway lines and that feeling of futility she’d observed when he hung nervously onto that bridge. This was not the act of an attention seeker; this was the last despairing act by someone who had come to the end of their reasoning. It was the final act of escape. Perhaps she could provide a better finale. # Eventually, the chat got less and less as tiredness crept in to their conversation. It was time for bed. Angela realised that she hadn’t checked in the nursery or made ‘Terry’ a bed for the night and was surprised that he’d already made up the inflatable mattress. “I wasn’t sure if… after last night’s, er, accident, that you’d let me stay another night” He looked shamefully at the ground. “I’m really sorry about that but, well, er, I couldn’t help it, I, er…” “Not to worry.” He was grateful she had interrupted his apology. It was difficult for him to admit that it wasn’t the first time to happen and also knew he couldn’t guarantee it wouldn’t happen again. He just hoped that he would be able to get to the toilet in time. She checked the bed was made up to her satisfaction. He’d piled all the clean and dry fleecy blankets he could find on top because they’d made him feel incredibly comfortable and strangely safe. “OK Terry,” he appeared at least to have the bedding sorted, although no doubt his brain would take a little longer to be equally as well organised. Now she could see he was organised in some way that made her feel sad. She wanted to think of him as a helpless toddler reliant on her for everything. She also wished she’d been able to use some of the items she’d brought home from work; the pack of disposables and the large plastic pants. In her mind she already saw his well-padded bottom snuggling down under the fleecy pale blue blanket but alas reality returned. Angela had no idea how she expected to get him to wear such items but that impulsiveness to bring them home in the first place made her think perhaps it was something he might need. As it turned out, the morning proved just that. # Part 5 A dream may inspire - so should never be ignored Dr Aaron Livitt (1900 – 1973) “Oh Josh… er, Terry.” Angela was aghast at the smell of pee and the fact that all the baby blankets were soaked and strewn in wet lumps around the inflatable mattress. ‘Terry’ was just coming round and had no real idea what was going on as nothing quite registered at that point. Judging by the state of the bedding her guest probably had a very disturbed night. He also must have pissed a couple of gallons around the place for everything to get so saturated. The warmth of the room only emphasised the smell but he seemed oblivious to what had happened. # He lay there all but naked wearing only his soaked and stinky underpants as Angela busied herself in drawing back the blinds and opening a window. A cool gust of wind agitated the air and sent a shiver briefly across the wet boy’s body. It was that cooling shock which woke him up to realise what he’d done. In remarkable quick succession of expressions - horror, confusion and sadness - crossed his face. He knew he was in trouble, thinking no one would put up with an adult pissing the bed. Seeing ‘Terry’ coming to terms with his damp situation Angela couldn’t help but think she already had the solution to the problem. “OK mister,” she picked up a few of the soaked items. “This isn’t going to happen again.” Despite herself she admonished him as if he was a toddler because, in her eyes, she thought of him as a young teenager not an adult. He didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, guilt let it pass. Everything was soaked but any excuse he hoped to come up with was a nonstarter because there wasn’t one he could offer to explain why this happened for a second time. She looked in his bleary, almost tearful eyes and saw only despondency as he tried to emerge from a rather deep and what had been to him at least a rather peaceful sleep. Indeed, the last two nights had proved wonderful for his ability to sleep without any anxious thoughts, stress or fear. So, when Angela hinted that precautions would be taken in future he simply accepted it. “Yer, ermm, sorry, I, er, ermmmmm, sorry.” His voice was feeble and filled with dejection. He’d slept with a warm glow making him feel safe and secure; he hadn’t worked out that maybe that ‘glow’ wasn’t just an internal feeling but a physical one as well. # He tried to think why he’d pissed himself again. Once could have been an accident but a second time just seemed laziness. There were no dreams he could remember that might have caused it, all he could remember was that as he slept he was no longer concerned about anything. Indeed, the room was at a pleasant temperature, the fleecy blankets cosy, the bouncy mattress comfortable; he’d slept in a haze of utter contentment. He was at a place, and more importantly, with someone who cared, so, after the year he’d had this was an unbelievable bonus. He didn’t want it to end by alienating the one person who’d stretched out a helping hand. # The open window allowing a cool breeze to circulate the room drew attention to ‘Terry’s’ soaked underwear; his limp penis damply outlined as the white discoloured material stuck against genitals and pubic hair. He felt guilty and tried to cover up but of course Angela had seen all there was to see and wasn’t impressed. Guilt turned to apprehension, he certainly didn’t want to leave this safe haven and find himself back out in a world he’d so recently wanted to depart. She may be an angel but… even angels must have a natural abhorrence of pissy people so realised, if he proved too much of a burden, that he couldn’t rely on her understanding to keep a place in the house. He nodded at the inferred changes, although she didn’t say what, as she picked up all the damp stuff. As she inspected one of the scrunched-up, wet fleecy sheets a little sigh escaped her lips. It wasn’t aimed at ‘Terry’ but he caught what that sound might suggest. In fact, she was merely remembering when she’d bought it - the day after she’d been told of her pregnancy and in a deliriously happy mood had seen it in a shop window and bought it on a whim. # Angela went to the bathroom and returned with a hand towel. She pointed to his groin indicating his underwear needed to join everything else in the wash. Feeling greatly embarrassed he sheepishly removed and handed them over. He could barely make eye contact he felt so small, stupid and babyish. Wetting again had literally dampened any of the confidence he was getting back. She left the room with a pile of washing and a raised eyebrow as he timidly held the small piece of fabric against his genitals. To Angela this image just confirmed once again what a shy, innocent and tragic little boy she had under her roof. The room temperature had certainly dropped a few degrees; this was partly due to the open window but mainly to the shame he was feeling. Of course, standing around naked didn’t help. He shivered and wondered if because of this incident he’d have to leave. His body shook at the thought, whilst his breathing became strained and his chest tightened. There was a sudden rush of fear because he was scared of being out in public again… he wasn’t ready. His head was filled with worry and unexpectedly his panic attack resulted in something else. His bladder contracted and a stream of warm golden piss flooded the towel pressed against his lower extremities. “Oh for fuck’s sake.” # He took a shower and hoped to feel better when finished. As he scrubbed away the debris of his wet night, and surreptitiously wrung out the freshly washed towel, he reviewed the conversation and thought that Angela’s words hadn’t actually meant he was being thrown out, which was a great relief. However, he also knew she rightly had some concerns and decided to comply with whatever was requested. He thought it only fair and besides, for the moment, he had no better plans and nowhere else to go. He realised he needed her to continue to care. When he returned to the nursery everything had been picked up. All that was left was the grey inflated plastic mattress, which he’d found surprisingly comfy to sleep on. The damp sheets and blankets had all been removed and the place was left looking more like a child’s nursery than it had appeared before. She’d also given the room a quick spray of air freshener, which certainly helped. # As if seeing it for the first time he really investigated the room. The paper on the walls, the soft pastel colours and the images of baby animals in nappies were all really quite endearing. He was suddenly jealous of their innocence, half of him wished he could turn back the clock but then remembered his childhood hadn’t been all that wonderful. However, those smiling, happy images made him wish for better times. He wondered about the unmade crib and whilst nosing around in the drawers and closet noticed baby clothes and toys. He took out and examined one of the small white onesies that again was incredibly soft but so tiny only a new baby would fit into. He wasn’t sure if they were for a particular infant, or items from her shop. # She hadn’t told him about her lost child although they had talked about her husband and ‘Terry’ thought that perhaps his Good Samaritan might be pleased to have company for a little while. Although she seemed happy and organised he had wondered if she might be a bit lonely to have taken him in so readily. However, as he dried himself down he deliberated if she had kids of her own. She hadn’t mentioned it but the nursery setting meant she had, or was thinking about, babies. He was still thinking of that when he looked around for his clothes. As he’d arrived at Angela’s home wearing only the clothes on his back, his choice of attire was limited. He still had his jeans and shirt piled on a chair where he’d dumped them the previous night. However, also set out on the dresser, next to his phone, keys and small pile of change, were the washed white knickers and PJ bottoms she’d given him the night he arrived. They were a lot more comfortable to wear around the house so slipped into them and, barefooted, made his way to the kitchen. # “Angela.” “Yes Terry.” “My er, the spare room, the er, nursery… is that for your baby or stuff from work?” Angela knew that this observation would come at some point but was conflicted about telling the truth. “Mostly items from the shop.” She decided on keeping the real reason to herself, even though some of that stuff had been around for fourteen years or more. “I keep some things to check details, quality, you know, and make reports back to the suppliers.” She wasn’t sure if he believed her but it sounded plausible. “What about the wall paper?” “Er, well, er, it was like that when I took this place on and I, well, I thought it looked cute so just haven’t got around to re-doing that room yet.” She smiled through her lie hoping it would be the end of that particular line of questions. It was. # “Look,” ‘Terry’ said sheepishly, “I’m so sorry about all the extra work I made for you last night. I don’t mind doing the washing myself, I don’t see why you should be inconvenienced. I mean, you took me in and, er, this is not the payment you probably expected.” Angela looked at him in a strange and irritated way. “I didn’t… and don’t expect any payment.” She seemed aggravated. “You needed help and I was pleased I could offer it and… and… there is no rush on this… when you feel able to, I’m hopeful you’ll get on with your young life in a happier frame of mind.” The words streamed from her mouth but it was apparent she was angry at the very suggestion of some kind of payment. “I’m sorry,” ‘Terry’ gulped at the gaffe he realised he’d made. “I didn’t mean that the way it came out.” He looked guiltily down at his bare feet. “I meant, erm, it was a poor way for me to repay your kindness by giving your more work… erm.. er... Oh, I’m sorry if it came out any other way.” Angela was pleased that he was a bit on the defensive because she hoped it would end the ‘nursery’ discussion. However, the main reason she was angry was that some kind of ‘payment’ had crossed her mind but probably not in a way ‘Terry’ would have thought. She instantly calmed down. “Of course sweetheart, I’m sorry I jumped down your throat.” She smiled an apology. “Of course you didn’t mean anything by it and you don’t have to worry. You can stay here until you are ready to move on. We need to get you that ‘new start’ you said you wanted.” She ran her hand down the chastised boy’s arm in a friendly manner. “Now… what would you like for breakfast?” # Part 6 Take your destiny out of the hands of others anon Angela’s house was bigger than something a single person might need. She and husband Joshua had fallen in love with its rural cuteness and proximity to the city: it seemed to have the best of both worlds. After his death, and the death of their child, she couldn’t bear to part with the only thing that linked them all together, so she stayed and her love for the place had increased with time. She couldn’t imagine living anywhere else and, thanks to the huge insurance pay out, she didn’t need to find anywhere smaller. That was partly why she never re-furnished the much hoped for nursery. It was that one contact between them all and she simply hadn’t wanted to change things. Joshua, her darling doctor husband, had loved decorating the room ready for their first child. He’d done it on whim just two days after he’d been told the news Angela was expecting, and only a week before he died so tragically. No, the room stayed as it was and how it should have been. Those sweet little animals wearing nappies were just typical of her hubby. He was thoughtful, loving and soppy; all the things that had made Angela fall for him in the first place. # The property was a large, three bedroom detached house at the bottom of a cul-de-sac. It had plenty of land around it and the large back garden led down to a fence that separated it from a rough piece of common land full of weeds and tall grass. Downstairs the house had a large kitchen that led through to a utility room and garage on one side, whilst the other had a nice sized lounge and a similar sized dining room. Upstairs was Angela’s en-suite main bedroom, a small box-room, another family bathroom and a further two similar sized bedrooms. One had the nursery, the other, which would have been the child’s play-area, was full of junk Angela hadn’t got around to sorting out or throwing away. # From the moment she saw the young man about to commit suicide Angela’s submerged maternal feelings had surfaced. She wasn’t totally aware at the time but there was no doubt about it, she was definitely thinking nurturing thoughts about her guest. With the revelations about his life she became even more motherly and just wanted to protect the boy from a world that had so cruelly dumped on him. At work she’d been able to keep any maternal feelings under control. Surrounded by happy, weepy, terrified mothers (and mothers-to-be) she saw it as her duty to be caring but not to drown in the entire baby and baby clothing industry. One of the things that stopped her getting trapped in that hormonal clique was her ‘other’ customers, the ones who had a different take on the baby business. She loved the idea of grown-ups dressing and acting as toddlers or attempting to stem the rush to adulthood of certain children who needed more time. There appeared to be many different reasons for the ABDL community (she now knew her customer’s desires had a title) to want a shop like hers and was pleased to be able to satisfy that need. The mail order side of it alone had blossomed from absolutely nothing into a very lucrative part of the enterprise and Angela was satisfied with all the new suppliers and customers it brought her into contact with. She was surprised at just how big that particular community actually was and intrigued by many of her client’s requests, whilst being fascinated by the alternative ‘babies’ and ‘toddlers’ she met in store. # As word spreads throughout the ‘community’ these gatherings became more and more popular. On those special Sundays mummies and daddies brought their ‘little ones’ out for this brief, but much needed, social meeting. Kids, teens, and middle aged men and women, dressed in a variety of juvenile attire and often very thick protection, would somehow all be happily playing together, whilst their ‘carers’ looked on; exchanging stories, advice, buying new clothes and planning other more specialist purchases. Graham ‘Daddy’ Griffin was a rich, powerful looking man with a very gentle way of speech. He had two young teen boys he dressed as twin toddlers who always looked so sweet and innocent together. In their matching little outfits they would play together whilst ‘Daddy’ shopped. Their bulky nappies only partly contained in tiny shiny nylon shorts as the cuffs of their plastic pants peaked out from the leg-holes whilst they careered around the place. He lavished toys, gifts and the cutest of cute baby style clothes on them, which, as far as Angela was concerned, made them simply adorable. Since Mr Griffin and his boys had first entered Everything4Baby Angela had thought them the cutest of cute ‘families’. Many of her other customers played their part and acted as kids but this seemed more real. In fact it was very real and it aroused her curiosity. In a quiet moment, when she asked him how he was able to keep them so young and dependent on him, he confided it was down to constant positive reinforcement of their toddler status. Also, encouragement that they were both very good boys, a rather wonderful subliminal audio file he’d developed over the years and, he whispered as if it was the biggest secret of them all, “A file of Blueline30”. This last piece of information stuck in her mind. She had no idea what it was or what it might refer to but the name stuck. # Joshua was wet through. It was a Sunday afternoon and mummy needed to attend to other business so unfortunately had to desert him for some time. She hated leaving her Sweetums alone at all but occasionally, especially as the company was going through a bit of transition, it just couldn’t be helped. He had plenty of things in his large playpen to keep him occupied but for the last hour and a half he’d been crying on and off because his nappy was full and uncomfortable. Mummy had put him in an extra-large disposable with several thick gel absorbency pads in the hope that it would hold him until her return. It almost had but his rather cute little butterfly onesie, with matching plastic pants had reached its absorbent limits. There were four snaps at its crotch to hold the onesie in place. Unfortunately, the two middle ones had popped under the strain so her little bundle of joy looked like he’d had a medical accident. The huge bloated nappy had squeezed out of the gap and made it look like some huge growth had appeared between his legs. The butterfly motif on his plastic pants looked none too happy at being put under such stress. He stood holding the bars searching for any sign of mummy - his baby coordination not allowing him any chance of escape. Meanwhile, the pet lip and snivelling sobs made him one very unhappy baby. The TV was running a cartoon channel and the radio was tuned to a children’s music station, it was hoped that between them and his toys they would keep her little boy entertained until she returned. A low moan escaped the little chap’s lips as he plopped down, exhausted from all his crying and standing, hardly noticing the squelch as he landed on his padded bottom. The sudden pressure on his bloated protection burst the final two snaps and releasing his onesie, which flew up to his chest, leaving the startled boy staring at his swollen plastic pants. He didn’t know what to do so snatched up Bunny Fluffytail and clutched her tightly. Worried about the loss of his mummy, being alone and seeking some kind of comfort, he pushed the stuffed animal’s ear into his mouth and sucked. He hadn’t noticed that his dum-dum was on a ribbon pinned to his onesie just inches away. However, Bun-Bun’s ear was a comfort and eventually he sunk into a sleepy doze with his head resting against the bars of the playpen. # As soon as Angela had left for work ‘Terry’ cleaned up his mess, shoved it in the washer and tumble dried all the bedding. He really hated the fact that he’d wet and promised himself it wouldn’t happen again. He also wanted Angela to note that he wasn’t leaving everything to her; he was quite prepared to pull his weight, if she would let him. He found the vacuum cleaner and went around all the rooms lost for a short while in the sucking up of dust and worrying about nothing else. He left Angela’s room, thinking it would be a bit disrespectful to enter uninvited but made a mental note to explain why he had not ventured in. The house wasn’t in bad order but it was obvious that Angela was a very busy woman and had very little time for intense housekeeping. ‘Terry’ was happy to do his bit, cleaning the kitchen, organising the utility room and even ironing some of the items once they were dry. It didn’t take him long and once he’d plumped up the cushions, was happy to just lounge around with nothing more taxing than decide which TV channel to watch. # Whilst her guest had that to decide, Angela was in the throes of starting to make some significant changes to her work life. She had resolved that ‘Terry’ was too precious to leave to the vagaries of chance. He had met with nothing but abuse and harm his entire existence and was determined, one way or another, to change that for him. She was angry that such a sweet natured teenager should have suffered so much in his young life. As it was an opportunity arose for her to find out a little more about this ABDL thing that was now occupying a great deal of her business. A supplier had sent an order to the shop instead of direct to the customer. It was a pair of matching shortalls that Daddy Griffin had ordered for his twin boys so Angela put in a call asking if he’d like her to send them on or, if he was in the vicinity, perhaps he’d like to call in. He said he’d pick them up that lunchtime and, he added flirtily, if she was available he’d like to take her to lunch. Needing information she coyly accepted his invitation and hoped this man would provide it. # Perhaps unsurprisingly Angela’s most recent dream had featured, yet again, baby Joshua except with the face and teenage build of ‘Terry’. The dream was bizarre because this amalgamation of two different people didn’t concern her. In fact, in the dream, baby ‘Terry’ crawling around dressed only as an infant had appeared the most natural thing in the world. Even friends who were visiting appeared to accept this large child and everyone loved the cute, loving way he did everything. She’d woken up with this dream very much at the forefront of her mind and, together with the ABDL stuff she’d learned, wondered just how feasible it would be to transform Terry into a dependent little baby. Of course, she was having internal arguments about this game-changing course of action, but still, when she eventually settled the quarrel in her head, it ended up with Terry being with her but not as a teenager. That maternal feeling, the idea of being a mother and having someone completely dependent on her, was very powerful. Logic escaped her as she wondered if her ABDL friends and acquaintances might be able to help. She had no real idea just what steps, if any, needed to be taken, though Mr Griffin’s earlier chat about his boys had firmly planted a seed. # Angela had been unable to find any reference to Blueline30 on the net, although had found a great deal about various tones, rhythms and hypnosis. She’d read that for many Adult Babies/Diaper Lovers (she quite liked the term ‘Diapers’ but wondered if there was perhaps an English version, maybe the TNLL, The Nappy Lovers League?) their only involvement was the wearing of nappies and other childish regalia. For others there was a deeper need which liked a mummy and daddy relationship, whilst for different reasons, some needed to be coerced into a regressed but happier state of mind. This final condition of returning a person to childhood really appealed to her. She wondered about using a similar strategy on Terry and perhaps letting him once and for all, escape from the rotten life that seemed to have engulfed him. # She had taken to ‘Terry’ the second she’d seen this distraught young boy contemplating ending his life. Angela remembered being swamped with concern and compassion, feelings that overwhelmed her to the point her unintended emotions took complete control. She hadn’t known the backstory then yet everything she saw in those initial few seconds screamed at her to look after this boy. What psychic power, what interference from God, what blessings from above had suddenly entered her thoughts, she had no idea. However, she knew instantly she had to protect this child. Unbeknown to both the seed for Gordon’s /Terry’s adoption and regression had been there from that very first sighting. Her soothing initial words, that first understanding touch and the deep desire to be loved by the seriously scared youth clinging to the railings and about to jump to his death, had been Kismet. Fate and fortune intertwined, their future forever interlocked. Although neither was aware of it, both parties needed something, someone in their lives. The stars had aligned and their destiny became one. Gordon didn’t know it but Angela instinctively knew her life was about to change. She had a vision of that future almost immediately, why or where these thoughts /ideas/desires came from was unknown but they had assailed her in several ways. Somehow she knew that this grubby young teenager was destined to be in her life for a long time. She didn’t exactly know how but intended to see it through and hoped that the reason would present itself eventually. # Over lunch Graham Griffin proved to be wonderful company. For the first time in many years Angela was able to relax in the presence of another man. Not that she’d been off-hand or terrified in the past, it was just that there was always a guilty feeling that she was somehow betraying her late husband by even speaking with another man. Graham was different. He was polite, respected boundaries, was playful in the way he addressed her and wasn’t in the least bit pushy, letting Angela lead the conversation. As the lunch progressed Graham (they were now on first name terms) was full of praise for how Angela had taken Everything4Baby and managed to develop it so well. He told her how much it was appreciated by the ‘community’ that she had made space for them to meet and how clever it was to hold that gathering in the shop – the latest baby ranges giving everyone new and exciting ideas. They valued the lengths she had gone to in developing new suppliers, fostering novel ideas, encouraging innovation in parallel with her main business, and in such diverse ways. He also made known that because of her meetings, others planned on having ABDL gatherings at their homes or premises. So the group was becoming even friendlier and more community spirited. Because of this, he tentatively asked if she herself had such preferences, then immediately apologised for being so forward and presumptive that it was something she would share with a relative stranger. # She flushed a bright red and again Graham apologised for being so invasive but she waved her hand to indicate he had no reason to express regret but confirmed she herself had no such desires. However, Angela decided to tell him a few things that she hoped would explain her current interest in all things ABDL but first asked if this smart debonair man wore nappies and such himself. His face split into a huge grin as he laughed out loud. “No, no, no… I love to see them on others and I can understand why some love to wear them but for myself, no.” He elucidated. “My interest is in my boys. When I first knew about them they were young tearaways heading for a rather gloomy existence. Their past had been horrendous and they’d been horribly scarred by their juvenile life… parents, (he shrugged and sighed) an uncaring and hostile environment. I wanted to change that.” This of course struck a chord with Angela. “I’d like to say I did it for the best of reasons but, in truth, they give me far more than I can give them.” He looked down at his empty plate. “I fear I’ve robbed them of growing up to be noisy, naughty, mistake-making, uncaring teenagers, growing into adulthood.” He looked Angela in the eyes. “I love my boys and would do anything for them but I can’t let them ever be anything but toddlers. I’d hate the world to crush them and I have no doubt that the direction they were going, and the choices they’d already made, that would have happened.” He gave a huge sigh. “I can prevent that so they can have a stress-free life of nappies and toys, playtime and fun for as long as I have the ability to give it to them.” He was surprised after such a confession that Angela wasn’t being judgemental. She’d seen how happy and loving the boys were when she had met them on previous occasions at those Sunday meetings. How keen they were to do as daddy said and how polite they were to everyone. They almost glowed with pride if daddy praised them, which he often did, and they would giggle and wriggle in a joyously boyish way before getting back to their play. Graham confessed further that when he’d put the boys in nappies at the very beginning he thought they looked so damn cute and innocent it was difficult seeing them in any other way. It became the prototype look, the one that he based all other decisions on. So, that’s how they were kept, reliant on ‘daddy’ to change and look after them and for them to remain unsophisticated - pure and infantile. # Angela was more than a bit surprised that her lunchtime companion should have spoken so openly about his boys, and yet she understood perfectly. Was this not the way she hoped to help Terry achieve his ambition of a new start? Was this not exactly the same scenario that might just lead to complete contentment on both his and her part? She was excited to know more. Part 7 To reach your peak, there are many steps to climb Mary Rutherford (1701-1754) Baby Joshua snuggled up to mummy’s bosom, he loved the way she held him tightly - it was such a warm embrace. He wriggled blissfully as he sucked his favourite drink, his mummy encouraging each enjoyable mouthful, saying what a good boy Little Joshi was. She’d pat his padded bottom and slide her hand over the silky vinyl admiring the soft but necessary bulk beneath. Joshua had proved to be a very wet boy who needed his protection especially when he was getting ready to go ‘night-night’. The double fabric nappies and soaker pads making sure her bundle of joy kept his bedding dry no matter how swamped he got whilst sleeping. He squirmed some more as he finished his drink and mummy lifted to burp him before returning her sweet baby back to her loving embrace. Joshua settled his head between mummy’s soft breasts and gurgled his pleasure. Angela slipped a large silicon dum-dum in and let him slowly drift off, which he nearly always did once his darling little tummy was full of milk. Mummy purred and gently rocked him, not quite believing that her life was now complete. His innocent unconditional love and total dependence on her may have been time consuming but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She loved everything about Baby Joshua; his baby talk, his baby clothes, his smiling face, the way his eyes lit up when she picked him up and his lack of any understanding apart from “Mummy”. She loved the way he giggled when tickled and changed. She found that he offered her so much more than she anticipated – he was such an adorable little boy. # “What is Bluefile30?” Angela queried. “I could find no reference to it online so feel it’s something I should know about but don’t.” “Ah. I see you’ve been doing some research.” Graham smiled. “That’s what I call it. It’s a neural inhibitor but the title is so damn technical I can never exactly remember it all. However, it comes to me in a glass file with a blue line down it and it is graduated into thirty doses.” He smiled again as if hoping this explained everything. “Thus Blueline30… you understand?” Angela nodded but still felt none the wiser. Graham could see her confusion. “Erm, let me try and explain.” He lowered his voice and Angela drew nearer to be able to hear his whispered tone. “This drug has the mechanism to stop certain actions and responses that say, you and I take for granted, from reaching the brain…er… in particular the pre-frontal cortex.” He looked to see if Angela was following his line of conversation. She was very interested even if she did find it all a bit difficult to follow. He explained some more about the technical and psychological as well as chemical and neurological reactions this drug offered but ended with the phrase that stuck in Angela’s mind. “In return it makes access to the amygdala area, the area that has more to do with childhood, open up and respond to very simple instruction.” She nodded sagely but inside her stomach had butterflies – was this the panacea? Was this the actual thing she needed to fulfil her nurturing desires? She was enthused and needed to know more. # “It has helped me, and I have to confess one or two others, in taking our ‘babies’ back to a simpler time. It regresses the mind, breaks down resistance and makes the subject far more acquiescent to suggestion. Thus, when used in conjunction with positive enforcement, certain deep subliminal words and sound waves, it releases various pleasure neurons which make the subject very, very happy.” Angela was captivated by the possibilities and suddenly saw a real opportunity opening up in front of her. She was excited at the prospect of what she’d be able to do and what the happy result would be for ‘Terry’. The new start he wanted looked like it was a distinct possibility. “Is it safe?” It was a question that Angela asked but wondered if she was all that bothered about the answer… and she felt slightly guilty that this negative thought had flashed through her brain. “Well, Andy and Jamie (his boys) have been on it for some time now. The doses are a lot smaller and less frequent and my only complaint is… they’re just too loving.” She nodded but wanted further clarification. “What did you mean by ‘it stops certain actions and responses you and I take for granted’?” Graham leaned in even further and whispered his response. “The plus side - the recipient is very loving but the most obvious and immediate reaction to the drug is it removes any control over the bladder... and a little later… the bowel.” He shrugged apologetically as if he was offering a warning to the downside of the treatment. “So, a supply of nappies and all sorts of other protection is needed from the start. Being well prepared from the very beginning is paramount. I’m used to it with my boys so it’s not a problem but at first I wasn’t expecting such instant and dramatic results.” His eyes lit up as they always appeared to do when he referenced his boys. He grinned. “They constantly want to be held, hugged, kissed… and changed… I never get a moment’s peace.” He let out a huge belly laugh. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way… they give me a life that I love and I love my boys.” # Angela’s mind was buzzing with all this information - the opportunities and possibilities that had suddenly presented themselves. She had confided in Graham that she could do with some Blueline30 because of an errant nephew who was getting way out of hand. She didn’t go into too much detail but flippantly told him that it seemed a wonderful ‘cure all’ to such a problem. The boy had been a wonderful and beautiful baby, it was a shame he couldn’t be returned to such a state. Angela schemed a little by painting this ‘nephew’ in similar colours to Graham’s own boys – on a downward slope heading for a criminal future etc etc. She made it sound like unfortunately nothing could be done for him as he was probably too far down that road to self-oblivion. Graham had sympathy with the situation and offered (as Angela hoped he would) to get a file and bring it in the following day when he’d have the boys with him. She thanked him but tried to deflect him from thinking it was for her use by wondered if her ‘sister’ would go along with such treatment. However, she added, it might be worth a try. # Despite the excitement that was bubbling inside her about such a prospect she changed the subject and asked where the boys were. Apparently Graham’s sister was looking after them. They called her Nanny and she took as much joy from their childish ways as their daddy. “What a fantastic idea… to have a nanny… that must be such a help?” Angela was now forever on a quest for more and more knowledge. “Yes, yes it is.” He looked at his watch. “I’m sorry Angela but, help or no help, I need to collect my boys… and no doubt you need to return to the shop.” “Good heaven’s… is that the time?” She picked up her things and handed the package of coveralls to Graham. “I’m sure Jamie and Andy will look delightful in these… I look forward to seeing them… sometime.” They parted with a smile, a shake of hands and a promise that he’d return the following day. # Later that evening when she arrived home her mind was full of all manner of plans. She had already spoken to some of her suppliers and got quotes and given instruction for new specialised items to be delivered to her home. Angela could see the future from her perspective and was eager to get things underway. She was pleased to see that Terry had hoovered and tidied the place up a bit and that he had started preparing a meal for them both. “You shouldn’t have gone to such trouble Terry… but thank you… it is appreciated.” He was delighted he’d been able to please her. “No trouble at all, however, I didn’t vacuum your bedroom, erm, sorry but, I, er, thought it a bit presumptuous to enter your space. She smiled at his respectful manner and again thanked him for his thoughtfulness. The fact that such hesitation to do anything that might upset her was also pleasing to her plans. The other gratifying thing was – he was only dressed in her floral pyjama pants and a t-shirt, which simply emphasised his adolescent quality. Whilst he continued preparing the meal Angela went upstairs to change out of her clothes and to put on something a little more comfortable. Before she did she inspected the nursery and saw how tidy he’d made it and even how comfy the inflatable looked with its clean and fresh bedding nicely laid out. However, she was now full of ideas so before venturing back downstairs to join Terry for the meal she lay out a pair of semi-transparent plastic pants and a disposable on top of his bed. She wasn’t going to insist he wear them but hoped that he would feel compelled into doing so if she could make him feel guilty about wetting before they retired for the evening. # The meal was a pasta dish that Terry had cobbled together using a can of soup, and a mixture of ham, cheese and a few mixed herbs to make the sauce. Angela was impressed that such a young boy (she just couldn’t see him as a young man) had such culinary skills. There was a huge amount and perhaps surprisingly delicious, she was impressed that he was being so helpful. They sat and chatted for a while before she excused herself to do some work on her laptop and left him to watch TV on his own. She spent a couple of hours catching up and responding to email and other queries and was overjoyed to get a message from a firm that said they had the item she’d requested in stock. Delivery and erection could be made in 24 hours if desired and that the other items would take approximately four days. She was pretty pleased with the efficiency of this particular supplier but she had given him a great deal of business over the past few years. # Later, she returned with a hot drink for them both and they settled in front of the TV for a drama and the late news. However, once he’d finished it, and it was time to retire, she wondered if perhaps having tea so close to bed time had been a good idea. It was a very obvious hint but she didn’t exactly say the words about him not soaking the bed. However, she did imply that there were precautions left out should he want to avail himself of them. With that she excused herself, wished him a goodnight and climbed the stairs leaving Terry to contemplate what had just been said. He had no inkling as to what exactly those precautions might be so shrugged, took the empty cups into the kitchen, and washed them before calling it a day. He was astonished to see what Angela had left out. Under normal circumstances he’d have rebelled against such babyish items, even though they were the correct size for him. He had wet the bed twice and almost convinced himself he wouldn’t do it again but still there was a nagging doubt whether he’d succeed. However, the resentment that such items instilled brought on flashbacks to when his older brothers and sister made him wear nappies for their own amusement. # From a very early age they had used the fact that he was the youngest, and therefore most compliant, to entertain them by making him wet his pants. He was late to be potty trained and that seemed the excuse to continue his embarrassment. It wasn’t always his fault, often, as he slept, they would piss on him so that it looked like he’d pissed himself during the night. His mother, unaware of the truth (she wouldn’t believe her youngest son’s excuses over the united voices of her other children), so insisted he wore a nappy until she was sure he wouldn’t wet again. His siblings loved to humiliate him in this way and made sure everyone knew what he was wearing, often pulling his shorts or jeans down to reveal the cumbersome infantile fabric. The abuse lasted until he was thirteen, and a couple of times since then, but his family never tired of this particular joke. However much he hated the way he’d been treated in the past he couldn’t really blame Angela’s solution - wet disposable-versus-wet bedding - it seemed a simple choice. Reluctantly he saw he had no real option, if he wet again he dreaded being thrown out and the smell in the nursey was getting far too obvious. Grudgingly he taped himself into the well-padded disposable. It wasn’t the first time he’d had to do it but he’d hoped it would be the last. There was no mirror to check it was fitted correctly but it did feel tight on his hips. The misty vinyl pants were ample enough to cover his nappy and as he climbed under the fleecy blankets he had a happier memory. The last time he’d worn such an item it resulted in him winning a quarter of a million. He snuggled down with a smile on his face. # To begin with he felt most uncomfortable. His mind raced as thoughts of his family who’d stolen and spent every penny he’d earned, without so much as a thought for him, both angered and left him distraught. He’d become the ‘money cow’ (that’s what his eldest brother had nicknamed him) delivering money and being milked of it. The rest of them just used his name to get things and they abused other people in doing so. Many of the things that he was accused of doing were a result of his money-grabbing, attitude-wielding scumbag of a family but he got the blame. It was them who turned the public against him and it was they who had eventually killed the golden goose. The heat from the nappy and the frustration he felt made him boil with resentment. He tossed and turned, scratched and itched, he was sure he’d never sleep with all the thick, hot fabric and the diaphanous plastic pants surrounding his groin. However, like most teenage boys he soon found a way to help relax. With a hand inside his nappy it didn’t take long to get the release needed and settle down to what he hoped would be another wonderful night’s sleep. Whereas previously he’d been able to drop off without the slightest trouble, now his mind was working on making sure he didn’t wet. He had a fitful night, constantly waking up and being relieved, when he shoved his hand down the front of the protection to find he was dry… if just a bit sticky. This happened a few times, the last being just as the light from behind the curtains indicated that dawn had almost arrived. He was part dozing and part awake but pleased that he’d managed to get through the night with no accidents. Stroking the front of his lustrous pants his mind was relaxed as he slowly drifted off back to sleep. # Angela came into Terry’s room and was pleased that there wasn’t that tell-tale smell of urine that had been so obvious on previous occasions. She could tell he was still fast asleep but, because the blankets had fallen off the bed, happy to discover that he was wearing the protection she’d left out. She also noticed that the semi-transparent pants were bulging quite considerably which indicated the disposable had served its purpose. There was something sweet and childlike as she watched the slow rise and fall of his breathing. He squirmed slightly and his plastic pants gave off that rather telling, if muted, rustling sound, the bright blue indicator strips could be seen through the translucent material and his lips were shiny with dribble as he turned to face her. She didn’t want to break the spell but as she had to go to work and needed to set a couple of other ideas of hers in motion had to wake him. # Calling his name she gently shook him awake. “Terry, Terry… Terry, wake up love there’s something I need to ask you.” Slowly his eyes focused and he was aware of Angela’s smiling face in front of him. “Sorry to wake you up, I just wondered, if you’re up for it, and things aren’t too heavy… if you could do something for me?” He lazily stretched and noticed the blanket had fallen away and he was lying there wearing only a nappy and plastic pants. He made a scramble for the blanket to try and cover up but shamefacedly realised that Angela would have noticed that his disposable was expanded and soaked. She saw the embarrassment add colour to his skin. She smiled encouragingly. “Oh Terry, don’t worry, it’s better to use the disposable than have everything else sopping wet.” Her kind words didn’t really lift the gloom that he was feeling. However, he tried to respond to her earlier question. “What is it you want me to do?” “Oh yes, I think we need to make some changes to your room…” He noticed she had said “Your room” “So, if you can, and stuff isn’t too heavy, could you take the crib down to the garage and then, all the boxes in the other bedroom room need to be cleared out. If you could store them down there as well, that would be terrific.” Absentmindedly his hand stroked the front of his bloated diaphanous plastic pants as he listened to her request. Angela noticed, or maybe read into this particular scene, that his sodden nappy and slick vinyl pants were the focus of his attention in such a distracted way. There was something very innocuous about it all, as if he didn’t really mind that much. “I’m not sure you’ll be able to manage it all but any help you can give would be most appreciated. Leave what you can’t carry and perhaps this evening we can organise its removal together?” “Sure. I’ll do what I can.” He gave her a weak smile and hoped she’d leave ‘his room’ so he could be embarrassed on his own. # Part 8 Don't grow up, it's a trap! Peter Pan After he’d heard the door bang shut and car drive off Gordon lay on the bed and ran his hand over his bloated night time protection. There was no denying that it had done its job perfectly well but there was still a slight nagging resentment at the back of his mind - Christ he was twenty years old and shouldn’t be wetting his pants at all. However, he was pleased he’d made the decision to wear the disposable because he was sure Angela wouldn’t put up with any more soaked bedding. He lay there thinking of her words “Your room” and began to relax a little… that seemed very positive. He had no idea why he was wetting at night but whilst he did… perhaps wearing a nappy to sleep in was not a bad price to pay for a roof over his head and a kind lady who was doing her best for him? As his thoughts played with the possibilities his hand distractedly played with the soft silky mound; it was curiously sexy, childish and comforting and he enjoyed the sensation. He knew it was still fairly early so rolled over, pulled the fleecy blankets back over and drifted back to sleep. His dream was almost instant and found himself in a world where he wore a nappy and everyone was smiling. There was no shock or ridicule, everyone seemed pleased to see him and admired his cute colourful protection. This was a world without his family, the press, the trolls on social media… it was a very happy place to be. He was smiling a lot and, until he came to stay with Angela, it was something he hadn’t enjoyed doing for quite some time. # As mummy led him out Joshua was alarmed to find two others in his playpen. They were both smiling boys who were dressed like him - thick nappies, plastic pants and white cotton t-shirts with huge colourful but different dinosaurs printed on the front. At first he was a bit scared of these newcomers but one of them offered him a small but cute looking “dinoroar” (as the new boy called it) and then made him smile behind his dummy when he started dancing and ‘singing’ and pulling faces pretending to be the fierce creature. Joshi wasn’t sure but then the other started crawling around growling, soon all three were holding animals and making whatever noises they thought appropriate. Although the other two boys had a much better vocabulary than Joshi, they seemed more than happy to join with the youngest member of their tight little pack in just making noise. Mummy and Daddy looked on, happy that this first meeting hadn’t been the problem they thought it might be. The babies hugged and swayed whilst having a conversation that the two adults couldn’t understand but which the little kids did. Gibberish babble soon had the juvenile trio deep in playtime, where the newness of the meeting had been immediately forgotten. The huge plastic area of his playpen crinkled and squeaked, as they squealed and screeched, in a joyful fantasy of their own making. # Gordon woke up from his pleasant dream to find his nappy expanded to capacity. This time he actually remembered the moment just before waking up when he’d voluntarily peed, enjoying the warming sensation that followed. He couldn’t understand why it had given his so much pleasure. He threw back the covers and, despite being only slightly annoyed that he’d done what he’d done, was glad that nothing else was wet. He got to his feet and was amazed just how much his disposable held because it felt so big and heavy hanging in his glossy plastic pants. He was a bit thrown by his emotional state, whereas, only yesterday wetting the bed had caused him great concern, today, with it all contained, he felt bizarrely elated. Standing contemplating this turn of events he ran his hands over the shiny plastic and realised it was they and they alone that was keeping everything in. He wiggled his hips - the weighty bulk providing a peculiar buzz. He began to dread taking them off in case his piss just flooded out everywhere. Also, and perhaps inexplicably, he didn’t want to take them off. His mind raced to find some kind of rationalisation because he knew he should be horrified; had his family’s past exploits schooled him into believing this was acceptable or was he simply relieved that he hadn’t wet the bed and such a reprieve was showing up in this odd way? He swayed again, the morning sunlight catching his straining shiny plastic pants and for a moment made them glow – it looked like his groin was encased in polished silver. # Angela was full of plans. She couldn’t wait for Graham to arrive but in the meantime, in between serving her eager mums-to-be, managed to organise the delivery of her latest project. She hoped Terry would be able to move most of the stuff from his room and the spare room because she had big plans for both areas. Two young boys dressed in junior school uniforms were her first indication that Graham had arrived. Excitedly, the two giddy kids, looking well-turned-out in the uniforms of an independent school over in the next city – grey shirt and shorts, purple and grey tie and purple blazers, greeted her with a hug. She was just as pleased to see them as they were her and handed them both a lollipop, which she kept for just such occasions. “Tank yew Miss,” they chorused. As the boys hugged Angela she could hear the crinkle of plastic pants and could see the thick outline of their protection filling out their stylish little grey corduroy shorts. As daddy entered the shop she patted their bottoms and pointed them towards the latest arrivals in the toy section. “Morning Angela,” he beamed. “Morning Graham, nice to see Andy and Jamie looking so smart… are they going somewhere special?” “They’re visiting friends a little later but were very excited when I told them they were coming to see you first… you seem to have been a great hit with them.” “Oh, I hope so; they’re both very sweet boys.” # She was desperate to know if he’d brought the Blueline30 but was content to go along with the pleasantries first. Graham was a very easy man to talk to and even some of the other lady customers turned their heads to admire this smart and dignified man with two young children in tow. They may have been a little bigger than what you’d expect of junior schoolboys but the uniform was quite prestigious because this high-class learning establishment was well known at being sticklers for wearing the correct uniform at all times. The private school’s illustrious status also indicated that the wearers of such a uniform came from a very well to do family of privilege and money. To Graham this was just another form of camouflage to keep people from asking too many questions. Both boys were actually teenagers but they behaved and had the mental and verbal capacity of toddlers, which was how their daddy liked to keep them. So he’d adapted several outfits that the boys could wear in public that wouldn’t draw too many searching questions; schoolboys, cub scouts, football and other sports strips. Although he could quite easily have dressed them ‘age appropriately’ he was of the opinion that they would have trouble with their peers and that it would only add confusion to their innocent demeanour. Wearing childish clothing may have led to ridicule from their peers, though in fact it just made these older children not want to be involved with such ‘babies’, so they kept their distance. The boys didn’t know any different, like all toddlers, they wore whatever daddy dressed them in. As long as they didn’t have to answer questions things were OK. However, they’d been instructed that if anyone spoke to them they had to run and find daddy immediately. So far this little deception had worked fairly well. # Back at the house and Gordon was still dressed in his night time protection but had already cleared the crib and other bits and pieces from his room down to the garage. He enjoyed being busy, as well, bizarrely, the feeling his ballooning nappy was giving him. Quite a few times he’d stop and run his hands over the distended plastic mass and shiver with delight at this slippery marvel. The other room was full of boxes, cases, trunks and an assortment of old clothing. Still, he’d been asked to empty the entire room so just got on with Angela’s request. He struggled with a few of the weightier items but was determined to have the job done before Angela returned from work. He was also wondering just what her plans were for both rooms. He’d taken her “Your room” as proof that he wasn’t going to be kicked out any time soon, although why he thought he’d become a permanent fixture he wasn’t sure. The thing was, in just a very short time he’d come to rely on Angela as a ‘mother’ figure. It was true that his first thought was that she maybe wanted some kind of ‘toyboy’ but her approach towards care and understanding had definitely been more maternal than carnal. He’d dismissed the sex side of things pretty rapidly because of the way she’d shot him down when he spoke of ‘payment’. However, she had said that once he was on a more even keel, and felt he could sort out his problems, he would no doubt be on his way. This was the last thing he wanted. He definitely didn’t want to go anywhere and would do all he could to stay under such a caring person’s roof because quite simply – he felt both safe and loved. Meanwhile, as he looked around the now empty second bedroom he hoped that one of the rooms would include a more permanent bed for him. He let his mind wonder as to how he’d like ‘his room’ decorated and the bedding he’d choose… He had no idea what Angela had in store for him. # Quite some time before Terry arrived in Angela’s life the ABDL side of the business was already doing very well. The mail order had grown from nothing to quite a thriving little industry in its own right. However, it was the variety of people and interested parties this lifestyle brought into Angela’s sphere she liked the most. It was different, it was a little spooky, it was loving, it was cute but occasionally it was scarily innovative. Angela had become obsessed with how Andy and Jamie acted. They weren’t ABDL people, they were regressed teenagers who were kept as toddlers for their own good, well, for their daddy’s good actually, but she didn’t see anything wrong with that. All she saw was two big kids enjoying a carefree life full of love and concern. They wanted for nothing and in Graham they had a ‘daddy’ who would move Heaven and Earth for their happiness. Of course, the greater part of her ABDL customers were nothing like these two boys. They were grown-ups with certain childish desires but who in the main operated as grown-ups the majority of the time. However, her plan was to have Terry the same way Graham had his boys. This desire on her part had come to her very quickly once she had Terry in her home. It appeared that in just a couple of days, after the initial normal response to a scared and suicidal teenager, Angela, armed with what just could be done to people like Andy and Jamie, had set herself on an innovative course of her own. Terry needed love and by the sound of things, hadn’t received much of that so far in his life. Angela wanted to change his circumstances, alter his references, obliterate the negative from his past and let him experience unreserved love from the very beginning… his beginning… his new start. # Graham passed a small package over to her and, keeping his voice low, reminded her that it was important that the dose shouldn’t be exceeded. “An overdose could prove very problematic, you might never get your nephew back, and he’d be forever lost as an incontinent, needy juvenile.” Angela nodded that she understood. An email the previous night explaining Blueline30’s effects and how it needed to be administered with care had proved most interesting reading. He also gave her a copy of his own subliminal audio file to help in his conditioning. “Play this to him as often as you can and have it playing when he goes to sleep. You might find that after the first dose he will be easier to control and will respond more quickly to your suggestions if his mind already thinks a certain way” “You mean more childish?” Graham nodded. Angela didn’t know if Graham had already sussed that the drug was for her personal project but he never questioned her motives. In many ways Graham and Angela were very much alike; they had tons of love to give but had been deprived of that outlet for one reason or another. She had a great deal of time for both him and his boys. # Gordon was sweating profusely. He’d managed to clear everything out of the spare bedroom and stack it neatly (even if he did say so himself) in the garage. He let out a sigh of contentment at a job well done. It was 2pm and he still wore his soaked nappy, he hadn’t bothered to get changed thinking that as there was no one else around he didn’t need to. However, he was beginning to itch a little and thought it time to take a shower and change into some daytime clothes. Once he’d stripped he felt strangely naked without his full nappy. That thickness and silky outer skin had captivated him all morning and now suffering its loss wriggled distractedly under the warming jets. Perhaps he was just realising how heavy it had become and relieved now he’d discarded the weight. However, his thoughts were not on what he was going to wear once out of the shower but looking forward to hopefully having to wear his night time protection again. Angela had noticed the fact that he was wet so he did a little dance of pleasure when he thought she would insist he stuck to wearing protection later on. He checked his bottom and groin and could see that it was all looking a little redder than it should. He searched in the cabinet and found some moisturising cream and some talc and spread them around the glowing parts before putting on his underwear and the pyjama bottoms. His t-shirt barely came down to the top but he felt comfortable padding around barefoot exactly as he was. He even planned on making a special meal for when Angela got home. # Things were moving at a rapid pace. In such a short space of time Angela had made decisions, come to conclusions and put her plans into place to make sure Terry would have his new start. She was determined that he would know love from the very first moment and that that love was constant and unwavering. His new start would be just that; a brand new start from the very beginning. He’d know the love only a mother can give so she needed him to be totally reliant on her for everything. A teenage boy was fairly independent and Terry had been so far, even if it had all got too much for him. She would take him back to a new childhood and away from any grown up worries. She would make sure he got his new start and, armed with the file of Blueline30, couldn’t wait to get the process underway. As Angela drove home she was feeling well equipped; she already had the nappies, disposables, vinyl pants and suitable clothing for her ‘Little Baby Boy’ organised in the boot of her car. The following day the crib she ordered would arrive so that would be a very good starting point. She also had workmen planned to construct the nursery and then build the playroom – her new baby would have plenty of space for fun. # Later, after another pretty successful meal, as they sat watching the final news story of the night something happened that made Angela look at Terry in a most disbelieving way. # Part 9 Change me not the child, his purity is divine Rev Llewelyn Farnsby (1873 – 1952) “Concern has been raised over the whereabouts of former reality TV star Gordon Littlewood after a disturbing video has been uploaded onto social media.” There then followed the newsreader giving a potted analysis of his career featuring a montage of clips of Gordon’s time on ‘There and Then - Here and Now’ and a series of unedifying headlines about his downfall in the public consciousness. “The recently released video shows twenty year-old Mr Littlewood being abused by several men...” Angela looked at Terry in complete disbelief. How come this schoolboy was being described as a twenty year-old former TV personality? She was shocked but not as shocked as Terry who looked both sad and terrified as tears streamed down his cheeks. The newsreader continued. “…whilst his anxious family revealed there has been no contact with the former television personality for several weeks...” A further montage of photographs, including one of him dressed as a baby on the show continued. “His distressed family are worried that he may have been kidnapped, although no ransom has yet been received.” There was then a short but tearful interview with his mother who, fearing the loss of her youngest son was in a highly emotional state. “The police are continuing their investigation but anyone knowing the whereabouts of Gordon Littlewood should notify the police immediately.” # A stunned silence followed. # “What the hell was all that about?” Angela was very confused. “Terry, what is going on?” “Sorry, Sorry, Sorry” Terry’s apology could hardly be heard. His head was spinning out of control as his body simply submerged itself in anguish. He felt his life collapsing in on him and the wail of misery couldn’t be contained. Although Angela was mystified by the news story she’d just witnessed, there was a young boy next to her crying his eyes out and in desperate need of some kind of solace. She pulled him into an embrace and stroked his hair. Sorrow wracked his body and, in between huge gulps for air, all he could mumble was the word “sorry”. Even though she’d just heard that the little innocent boy she comforted was a television star and twenty years old, she found it hard to equate the two. Terry was a sweet boy, whereas Gordon, according to the news reports, was a vile young man. # Angela held Terry tightly until the sobbing lessened. Eventually he couldn’t put off his defence much longer. “I’m so sorry Angela. I’ve been trying to avoid my past for ages now… erm… I’m sorry I lied to you but I, er, thought, um, if you knew who I was, erm….” The words dried up as emotion got the better of him and he hugged her and wept some more. There was no denying that for Terry, the comfort of Angela’s warm embrace, made him feel safe though he was unsure just what this news would mean. Probably that he’d be on his way very soon, but whilst he could he wanted her to know how much her kindness was valued. Angela decided to stay silent until he’d said his piece. The Blueline30 that was just inches away in her handbag would have to wait now that a rather large spanner had been thrown into the works. The word ‘Sorry’ was mumbled in between Terry’s sniffs and blubbing. It gave her time to think. # In due course Terry was able to pull himself together and explain what she’d just seen in the news report. Yes, he had been on a TV reality show. He had won a quarter of a million and his family had taken it all. His mother insisting that his eldest brother looked after his finances, whilst the rest of them would be employed in other ways. He described the relief he felt whilst in the TV house away from his family, a few weeks of total bliss. The tasks they had to perform and the humiliation designed for the titillation of viewers was as of nothing compared to his constant violation at home. Once he’d won the show his family took full advantage and, he pleaded his innocence with Angela, that most of the bad press was as a result of his rotten family using his celebrity. Angela listened without asking questions. He looked so small and scared and despite everything, she could still only see him as a frightened and suicidal little boy - the fact that he was dressed in such a kiddie way; barefoot, floral pyjama bottoms and t-shirt only added to her concern. # He explained the video that had been uploaded and had caused the concern… and yes that was his mother showing how emotional she was about the situation and with a sniff added. “She should get an Oscar for that ‘caring’ performance.” He clarified that at his most depressed he fell in with a group who had recognised him and offered to help. However, all they were interested in was having ‘fun’ with this dejected celebrity so used and abused him in ways he’d really rather not talk about. Angela nodded, seeing how much pain he was in just telling the absolute minimum, she knew how bad it must have been. “I’d been walking the streets for a couple of days since they let me go… until you found me.” He looked at her. “I’m really sorry Angela but your kindness was the first time someone actually cared about me, not knowing who I was… it was fantastic… and I worried that, er, if you found out you’d like me less.” # Terry spoke a great deal about how much, in just the few days he’d known her, he saw there were kindness, empathy and understanding in a world which he’d been keen to leave. He told her that had she not turned up when she did, he would have jumped simply because he had nothing to live for. At the end of his story Angela knew more, understood more and didn’t blame Terry for doing and saying what he had. She wanted to look out for this sad young man and all that he’d described tugged even more on her heartstrings. His life had been rotten, it needed a drastic change, she was more determined than ever to give him the new start he so craved. Finally she looked him straight in the eyes. “OK Terry, er, Gordon, er, Mr Littlewood there is only one thing I need to know.” Terry looked scared but knew this moment was coming, the moment when he’d be kicked out and he’d have to sort out his own life without the influence of his guardian angel. “Do you still want a new start?” This wasn’t the question he was expecting and she’d asked it in such a quiet enquiring manner, not an ultimatum or in anger, it was more like a secret request. He was pleased and his heart skipped a couple of beats as he thought of a future… a future he was unsure of but at least he was going to get help from Angela in achieving it. He was happy. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want.” “Good,” Angela smiled. # The Blueline30 stayed in her bag. She had planned to administer the first dose in the final drink of the night. For the moment that had to be put on temporary hold as Angela thought about a course of action. “You’ll never get a new start if the police are looking for you so… I suggest you let them know you are safe…” “No, no.” Terry became a little agitated. “They’ll insist that my family gets involved and I don’t want that to happen…” “I realise that.” Angela was being very reassuring. She’d surprised herself with how quickly she came up with what she hoped would be a solution but first wanted to sleep on it, toss the idea around before revealing it to Terry. “You don’t have to worry Ter, er, Gord, er… no, you don’t have to worry. Trust me. I’ll be with you every step of the way and I won’t let your family, or the police, take you away.” It was silly really. He was actually over the legal age and could do what he liked. However, Angela still saw him as a little boy and the grateful look on his cherubic face didn’t detract from that image. Terry looked positively relieved at her comforting words. However, I think we need to sleep on it so… time for bed.” # She’d already laid out another disposable and a pair of pale blue plastic pants on his bed and whilst there had picked up Terry’s useless phone and hoped to get it to work. He was happy to see the protection and this time there was no resentment as he taped himself in and pulled on the sleek cover. Smoothing them against his groin he gave a huge sigh; one of relief, mixed with one of pleasure. He climbed under the fleecy blankets and bounced around a little on the inflatable bed as he got comfortable. Terry was a little more relaxed now he thought Angela was on his side and determined to help in some way. She popped her head around the door. “Terry, you’ve been through a lot so… I have this relaxing music I use if I get agitated or too many thoughts are rushing around in my head. I find it helps give me a good night’s sleep.” She plugged in the player and switched it on without Terry saying much but nodded his approval. Graham Griffin’s audio file started low. “I’m sure you’ll find it as beneficial as… well… it’s designed to remove nightmares and fill your head with relaxed thoughts as the gentle sounds register in your subconscious.” She said this in a rather airy, light-hearted, dismissive way as if she didn’t quite believe its qualities herself, but she was acting. She really didn’t need to go into any explanation, Terry was already very comfortable under his blankets and his smooth, slippery protection made him wriggle with delight. “Good night Terry, sleep well.” The door closed and the soothing tones and soft waves crashing against a beach added a calm and reassuring ambience to the darkened room. He fell asleep not knowing that although his nappy was soon to become a permanent thing; his days of sleeping on an inflatable bed were numbered. Meanwhile, his head was filled with suggestions and words of encouragement: He was very lucky, his mummy loved him, it was OK to wet his nappy, he was a very good boy. These thoughts circled his mind but the music was so appealing and relaxing it all made sense. # Angela’s workmen arrived early to make a start on the alterations to the bedrooms. Terry had only just woken up when he heard the knock on the door but didn’t know what was happening. Angela installed the workers in the spare room before looking in on Terry who was up and wondering what was going on. “Sorry about the noise. The, er, builders have arrived.” She said by way of explanation. Despite him standing dressed only in his night time protection, which didn’t appear to worry him at all, or that Angela could once again see he had filled his bloated nappy; he was more concerned with what was going on. He looked anxious again. “Sorry Terry, I was hoping to keep it a secret but, you know; now there’s little point in keeping it from you. The men are here to fix the spare room into a place more suited to your needs. A proper place to sleep and some space for… er… yourself.” Terry’s eyes lit up in appreciation. “Oh mum… er… Angela, thank you, thank you… how… fantast…” He rushed up to her and hugged tightly. “That’s so nice.” He weakly whispered… again overcome with emotion. She patted his soaked nappy. She liked this intimacy and loved the feel of his soft and slippery protection. He, also enjoying the situation, held her for quite some time. There was a warmth and understanding in her that Terry craved. Ever since that first touch, when she guided him down from the bridge, he’d desired her kindness and approval. Never had he been a recipient of such natural affection and in truth thought he was both lucky but undeserving. He didn’t want anything to change that dynamic… and now he was getting his own room, the signs were for an auspicious future. Angela broke into his thoughts. “It’s a nice day. The men don’t want us under their feet, so why don’t we get to work on making sure the police are no longer searching, or people worried, about you?” # As the workforce got stuck in redecorating, laying new carpet and building a large crib and playpen Angela guided Terry out into the back field to make their little video. She’d taken Terry’s phone and recharged it hoping that was all it needed to make it work; she was pleased to see it operated just fine once the battery was full. Angela had also spent the night doing her own research on Gordon (Little) Littlewood and was amazed at just how famous he was… once was. She was appalled at some of his antics and laughed at some of the stuff reported he’d done on the reality show. Yes his small stature and baby looks had certainly helped make him a winner - shame that it hadn’t lasted. # “Do you still have access to your Facebook page?” Terry wondered why she was asking such a question. “I think so, I haven’t been on for such a long time, I was getting way too many nasty comment I stopped using it.” “I understand that but, do you still have access?” He still didn’t completely understand. “Look, what we need to do is for you to make a little movie using your phone camera. You need to tell everyone that you are sorry that you’ve caused such a worry but that you’ve been trying to avoid being in the public eye. You’ve been depressed but now you’ve met up with some people on the same wavelength as you so are happy leaving the limelight to those who want it.” He was beaming from ear to ear. “Does this make sense?” “Angela, that’s brilliant… I can say what I like. Maybe emphasise I don’t want to waste the police’s precious resources, I’m avoiding my terrible family and that I want to disappear completely and have no wish to be searched for because I’m now happy away from the press and pressures of… everything.” He gabbled. Angela was pleased that he’d cottoned on so quickly and was enthusiastic to do his piece. She was also surprised at just how good he was at coming up with such coherent thoughts and expressing them into camera (she supposed it was probably something to do with the reality show he’d been on). They found a rather inconspicuous area in the overgrown field behind Angela’s home and rehearsed his piece a couple of time before she held the camera and Terry performed his bit. # The spare room was being quickly transformed. The team worked speedily and had the room exactly like Angela requested; pale yellow walls, pale blue ceiling, and light-eliminating blinds. The construction of the crib was easy to slot together and screw firmly into place, as were the closet, draws and the changing table. The playpen took slightly longer with wooden bars circling it to keep baby safe and securely in place. The last things they installed were the thick plastic mattress in the crib and a similar, though much larger one to cover the entire play area. Both areas were now slippery, soft, comfy, baby-safe and waterproof. Soon everything was looking good and all but complete; Angela herself would add the finishing touches. The piles of nappies, the colourful plastic pants, baby clothes, bottles and containers of soothing oils and powder, the room would smell of a well looked after baby. Images of babies in nappies were planned for a border to stretch all the way around the room as were smiling cartoon animals to match some of the bedding she’d already ordered. She couldn’t wait to install the mobile she’d bought when first expecting all those years ago. The room would be a wonderful haven for a happy baby. # Gordon Littlewood was suddenly in his element. He wanted to put an end to the police activity but thought they might need a good motive to stop looking. He took a great delight in listing the reasons why he was disappearing and laid the blame squarely on his scumbag (his word) of a family. He wanted to move the spotlight from him and onto that nasty group of tormentors who’d made his life hell. He wanted to make sure that the next round of newspaper headlines was about them and not him. He let rip. Comforted by the wet nappy he’d never removed, he enjoyed having such power. His mind raced to put all his grievances into a tight little two minute segment. Angela held the camera but couldn’t help notice that throughout his tirade to camera he wiggled and constantly played with his cumbersome groin… it was if he was finding comfort, inspiration and support from his nappy. The camera didn’t show that on screen. He wasn’t sure why but seemed to have gained confidence and awareness in himself and as a result, a nappy, wet or dry, was something he wanted and liked to wear. There was a happy glow about him now. He was buoyant and alive and this transferred itself onto the little video. He still looked like a young teenager but his words had been damning for his family and his desire to disappear seemed to make a great deal of sense after what they’d put him through. # Gordon was able to upload straight from the phone to his Facebook page and with a hug and a sigh felt that was the end to that part of his life. Angela checked to make sure his little video was correctly and completely installed on his page and with a look of relief congratulated him on a job well done. At the back of her mind she hoped that if they tried to trace back to the phone it would prove authentic but useless. Angela and Terry (he was still Terry to her) celebrated with a bottle of soda each and a feeling of total liberation; they toasted to a better life and a new start. # The line that was often repeated by members of the public was his reaction to the sordid video that had been placed on social media and had caused this search in the first place. “Those men did some awful, unforgivable things to me but that was as nothing to the lifelong suffering and abuse my family inflicted.” He finished the piece to camera wishing every one well and hoping that they would find the happiness he had found. Although it sounded like he’d joined a cult, the fact that he’d done nothing illegal brought any police involvement to a close. As an offshoot, it also increased Gordon’s profile and a desperate desire by reporters to get the ‘real’ story about Gordon Littlewood. The Facebook video was soon trending and became one of the most watched YouTube clips. His family were ridiculed and ferociously castigated in the press; the very press that had been so quick to vilify Gordon now held him up as a victim. New stories about him appeared - anything to cash in on his name now it was back in the public arena. An exclusive and syndicated interview would have netted him another small fortune but he was unaware of this interest because Blueline30 was now flowing through his bloodstream. # Once they’d confirmed the video had uploaded correctly Angela took the phone, removed the SIM card and tossed it into the undergrowth. “There, now they can’t track you down or annoy you anymore.” She gave him a conspiratorial smile, which he returned with a hug. “Thank you.” They toasted their success with a cooling fizzy drink, both relieved that it was now all over. Angela looked up into the sunlit sky and then back to Terry. “Things are going to be different from now on,” she confided. “Everything is about to change… for both of us.” # The spiked soda was already working and the unexpected loss of bladder control made Terry suddenly stand still wondering what was going on. The soft hissing sound of pee adding to his already full nappy, together with the sudden vacant look in his eyes, meant that Blueline30 was working as promised. Angela was well prepared. She’d brought a bag with various items she knew would be needed. Terry stood doubting what was happening but could no longer comprehend anything. His body shivered and a tear came to his eye, something was wrong, something had… He was no longer able to control his body and, as his nappy filled, all he could do was sob. Taking a change mat from her bag Angela spread it out on the ground and helped the confused and immobile teen down onto it. She relieved him of his soaked disposable and for the first time, set about cleaning up her baby. “There, there sweetheart… I’ll have you all clean and tidy in a moment.” She looked down at a naked Terry and realised that there needed to be a few cosmetic changes to his hairy little body… but all in good time. Angela loaded a disposable with extra soak pads and then taped the thick garment into place before pulling up some bright cartoon vinyl pants. Terry didn’t appear to know what was happening, his limbs, floppy and uncoordinated, offering no resistance as she went about dressing him. A colourful childish t-shirt and loose fitting cotton shorts added to making him look even younger than before. “Who’s my Sweetums?” She cooed and kissed his forehead, whilst patting reassuringly on his bulging padded groin. He looked so cute but there was still a slight strained, unhappy look on his face with weepy eyes and a cry not very far away. She took out the final emblem of his new life and slipped a soothing pink dum-dum between his lips. Within a short space of time, Terry/Gordon disappeared replaced by a nursing little baby Joshua. A new name and a new start, Angela wondered, if anything could be better. The Beginning ##### The End

Cult Of Personality By: RambleLamb Prologue: "Every time we're in here I feel like I'm back at my Grandmother's house." the curly haired blonde woman said. The mustachioed man gave a cursory glance around the room. "Wyzzat?" he asked, his thick Southern drawl smashing the words together. The woman took her own look around and sighed thoughtfully. "I think it's the carpet." she said, her bare toes wiggling and flexing within the deep shag carpet. "There was this one Summer," she flushed lightly and cast her gaze down to her feet, "I was maybe ten or eleven and was just discovering boys and Ben Mills and his friends had seen my friends and I downtown one afternoon and invited us down to this nearby lake." She chuckled lightly, "It was barely a pond, but it seemed like a lake back then." she clarified. The man kept his attention on his task but nodded along with her story as he tightened the straps around the other woman's ankles. Curly Blonde unzipped the small black case in her hand and absently fiddled with the syringe and small vial within. "Anyway, we went swimming with them and Ben and I started splashing each other and," she trailed off as she punctured the vial with the needle and withdrew the clear liquid into the syringe. "Jafuck?" Mustache asked as he secured the straps on the other woman's wrists. Curly Blonde backhanded his broad shoulder. "No!" she squealed. "We weren't even teenagers yet!" she chided. Mustache shrugged. "We swam behind this tree that people would swing and jump into the lake from and he kissed me, my first kiss ever." Curly Blonde said, her cheeks flushing once more as she swabbed the woman's arm with a cotton ball she'd soaked in rubbing alcohol and stuck the needle in and pushed down the plunger on the syringe. Mustache stared at her for a moment. "What in the Hell does any of that have to do with yer Gramma's carpet?" he asked impatiently. Curly Blonde returned the syringe to its case and zipped it up. "Huh?" she asked. Mustache sighed heavily. "Ya started yer damn Summer love story because of yer Gramma's carpet!" he snapped as he finished affixing the apparatus to the other woman's head. Curly Blonde giggled dumbly, ignoring his insulting tone. "Oh yeah!" she exclaimed. "Well, when I got back to my Grandma's house she was P.O.'d that I'd gone out with boys and she dragged me into her bathroom and took me across her lap and beat my ass with this big old wooden spoon she had. I would just stare at the carpet and try and block out the sharp crack of the spoon when it hit me and the sting of it." she explained, her voice becoming more timid and somber with each passing word as she shifted uncomfortably where she sat as if that long gone sting had returned just by talking about it. Mustache nodded. "She did the right thing." he said. "Young ladies need to be taught how to be proper." he added. Curly Blonde chewed her lip and nodded as she looked down at her feet once more. "I stared at that carpet a lot when I stayed with her." she explained. "When I was real little I would pretend it was a magical forest and I was a giant princess waiting for a prince or a wizard to come and shrink me down so I could escape into the forest with them." she confessed, her eyes shimmering in the florescent light of the room. Mustache knelt in front of her and lifted her chin with a crooked finger. "Ya learned to be a good girl though, didnchya?" he asked quietly. Curly Blonde nodded vehemently and wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands. "I did!" she declared proudly. "My thing was tiles." Mustache told her. Curly Blonde looked at him quizzically. "Tiles?" she asked. He nodded. "My daddy would get real drunk and real mean and beat on my mama and my brother and me." he explained. "He always liked to catch me in the kitchen." he said. "Mama got it in the bedroom, my brother would get it in the living room, and I caught my beatings in the kitchen." he explained. After a long pause Curly Blonde put her hand on his knee. "Tell me." she urged softly. "I would count the tiles on the backsplash." he finally said. "Every time that belt came down on my back and butt I'd count a tile. At first it was hard because I was crying so hard that I couldn't really see too good, but as I got older the crying stopped and I just focused on them tiles." he explained. Curly Blonde gave him another curious and innocent look. "How many were there?" she asked. "Shoot, I never counted 'em all, a hundred was my record though, I remember that because that's the time that I fought back." he added with a wry smirk. "He never expected any of us to fight back, he always just figured we'd lay down and take our medicine." he told her. "He definitely never expected a knife in the side of his head." he added with a sudden laugh that visibly startled Curly Blonde. Curly Blonde regained her composure and looked at him sadly. "He learned his lesson just like I learned mine." she told him. Mustache nodded and kissed her forehead. "That he did, sweetheart, that he did." he said, his expression one of deep thought for a moment before he returned to the room he was in. "I think we're jes about done here." he said, making a last check of all the things he'd done. "Howsabout I let ya push the button this time?" he asked. Curly Blonde's eyes went wide and a large grin spread across her face. "Y'mean it?!" she chirped. Mustache nodded. "Only if ya promise to be a good girl and go right down for yer nap after." he told her. Curly Blonde's smile faded and morphed into a grumpy pout. "But I'm not tired!" she whined as she dropped the little black case and folded her arms across her chest. Mustache smiled at her and rose to his feet. "Well, way I see it is that if yer a good enough girl to push the button all by yerself then yer a good enough girl to get a special treat before yer nap." he told her with a knowing glance and a wink. Curly Blonde giggled and brought her thumb to her mouth, letting the tip touch her lips but not enter. "Does that mean I get special Daddy cuddles?" she asked. Mustache bent down and hoisted Curly Blonde up from the small stool where she was seated and positioned her so she was straddling his side, his large arms coming together to create a solid support for her to sit on as she wrapped her legs around his waist and hugged her own arms around his broad shoulders. "If ya promise to take yer nap without anymore fussin'." he told her. Curly Blonde nodded excitedly. "Otay, Dada." she said sweetly, her voice becoming tiny and juvenile without a hint of effort on her part. Mustache smiled and gently bounced her with his arms. "Say 'bye bye' to the nice lady." he urged his assistant. Curly Blonde waved her hand chaotically at the other woman, her coordination having nosedived considerably from when she'd first entered the room. "Bye bye, lady!" she cooed, "We see you laters!" she added. Mustache moved to the door out of the room and waited so Curly Blonde could lean away from him and clumsily flip the clear plastic cover up from the large red button in front of a massive collection of machines and computers on the wall by the door. With all the grace and coordination of a toddler she smashed the palm of her hand down on the button and giggled and clapped as things whirred to life and the room filled with beeps and boops of various sorts. Mustache flipped the plastic cover back down over the button and flipped off the switch near the door before carrying Curly Blonde through it and letting it shut firmly behind them, plunging the room into near total darkness save for the lights and screens on the apparatus by the door and for the small screen that hung in front of the woman they'd been tending to. Her vacant stare and simple smile awash in the bluish white light of the screen as what she saw worked in tandem with not only the audio that began playing from somewhere in the room once the door had closed but also with the concoction that Curly Blonde had administered to her as it coursed through her veins and she began her metamorphosis.

13.) I sat down on the carpet and crossed my arms. I sat against one of the walls and rubbed my eyes. The ceiling lights were bright in a warm way, and I wondered what time it was. "Did you ever get changed?" I asked Izzy. She shook her head. "Come on, let's go do that." Honestly, I just needed to feel in charge of something. "Are you gonna stay and be our new babysitter now, Loozy?" It was the first time today that either of the childish girls had referred to Luzy as being an adult and not just one of them, and as she looked up from the changing table, Luzy actually seemed to… smile. Faintly, but it was there. "Did I say something funny?" "No… no, sorry." I wouldn't stay. I didn't want to tell her that, but it was the truth. This place proved weirder and weirder the longer I was here, and I wasn't interested in how deep the rabbit hole went. I lifted the girl's legs above her head, but ultimately, I couldn't held them up. "…could you lift your butt?" She did, and I inched the diaper under her. I kept trying to get it in the right spot, but I wasn't doing so well. I didn't get it… this was supposed to be easy. "Well…" Ister didn't have any issues raising her own behind, and she actually seemed pretty flexible, it seemed. "Maybe you could just come back and play with us? Be our friend, and we can play with Legos again, and play dress-up and make-pretend and stuff?" To her credit, Izzy seemed like a pretty happy-go-lucky girl, and she seemed to look for the positives in the situation as best as she could. "I don't think so sweetie… sorry… um… butt down, okay…?" She put her butt down, but the diaper was heavily out of place. I didn't get it. I tried tugging the diaper between her legs, but I nearly slipped off the changing table entirely. I took a deep breath and leaned against the wall, blinking hard at the lights above me. "Uh-oh… Loozy… are you feeling sickie, still? Oh, um… um… don't you worry, Miss Marta will make you all better." At the same time, Izzy justified that the only reason Luzy wouldn't wanna come back, or stay as their sitter, was because she was feeling sick right now. She'd have a different answer when she was feeling better. "I'm not sick! I'm fine…" I just didn't want that little tube up my butt again… "I'm just feeling a little weak, is all. Lay back down." I came back over to the table, holding onto the edges for support, and tried to reposition the diaper again. "Nuh nuh nuh, like this, see? Is like an hourglass." Ister was referring to the shape of the laid-out diaper, as she positioned her bottom in the right place, but Luzy's eyes were glassy by that point and she only blankly nodded. "You wan' this part here, cause tha's where you go weewee from, and tha's where the padding is thickest, see?" Her hand took Luzy's, and she pressed it against the laid out diaper between her legs. "I know how to put a diaper on someone, jeeze… just lay back… hey, lay down. Come on…" Hands came around me, wrapping around behind my body, and I turned to look up at the woman. With amazing expertise, she taped the diaper on the girl and I shuffled awkwardly against the table. Izzy got to her feet with a smile. "Ister, you can go back and play with your sister. Luzy would like to have a little talk with Mamma." "Yes Mamma. She's not feeling well, though, she's icky and dizzy and wasn't so good with my diaper…" "Thank you, sweetpea. Marta is going to bring you and Anibella some babas, so hurry along now, you don't want to miss out." I was fine with standing, as long as I held onto something. For right now, that something was the table. I wiggled uncomfortably against the carpet, biting the inside of my cheek. I really needed to use the bathroom… "I'm done. I'm not playing anymore. They don't see me as a babysitter, and it's not me being selfish. I am done.” "Is that what you think? Well. The discussion I had with Anibella would tell me quite the opposite. She talked about the morning you three spent together, how you engaged with them, and that you were easy to talk to, and fun to be around. Engaging, non-intimidating, responsible and fun-loving. Those are all qualities I would call strengths of your character, and that Anibella identified all of them this morning seems to indicate that you're being received exactly as you intend to be." The woman actually sounded surprised to be hearing to the contrary. "In honestly, I was going to offer you a raise now that I've seen you in action." A raise? I was already making more here than I could imagine making anywhere before getting my degree… and it wasn't that I wasn't in the need for money, but I had another job at Subway… "I'm not working here… I already told you…" "Well, for the weekend you are, of course, and until you're dismissed at the end of this period, I'll treat you and assess you as I would any other employee. And I was certainly ready to offer you a raise based on your performance." Should she decide to stay, of course. "…you're bribing me." She just smiled. I didn't know if I was right or wrong, though. That smile didn't tell much. "I'm changing." "You've already proven-" "I'm changing." "The girls don't-" "I AM CHANGING." I didn't like having to interrupt her, but it wasn't helping that she kept ignoring me. "You can't say anything to change my mind. I'm changing. And then I'll go back to my job." "You will be changed when your diaper needs changing." The response was clinical. Even a little bit… cold. Icy. It was rare for the woman to use that sort of tone, but her steely eyes made it quite evident that she was displeased that she'd even had to in the first place. "Marta is going to administer some follow-up treatment in a short while, just to ensure you feel a little bit better. The girls miss you." "It's not up to you," I said flatly, evenly, almost bitchy. "I am twenty-one years old, not one of your fake-babies. And I am going to do whatever I want to do, got it?" Jeeze. "Marta isn't going to do anything else, because I'm tired of being prodded like a turkey. I'll take care of your girls for twenty four more hours, and them I'm leaving." "We'll see. Marta." The woman clearly hadn't appreciated the tone, and she turned her back on the girl, waiting for the maid to approach from the hall. "I'll tend to the girls. It seems as though Luzy is feeling quite a bit sicker than we'd thought. Give her the full work-up, and ensure she's feeling better by dinner time." "Yes Miss." Marta responded, curtseying deeply as the woman walked past her.

Bit of a romp. Will we find out everyone's true agenda or the true agenda of the story? Love the title and also the line "You aren't goin' native on me so soon, are ya, little lady?" he asked.

Pamela divorced Tom and got remarried to Jason. Marilyn was their daughter!

Work was work our new president he believed that everyone from the janitor on up should know how to help our customers. What I had done was nothing special to him I had done my job, nothing more. He wasn't much impressed with me. I knew it was a matter of time before I was replaced. I was offered a job making about 7.5% more per year, they were so glad to get me. The new president, alienated everybody in the corporate office, and down to the Janitors. Two years later the company was filing for Bankruptcy. I hated seeing the company go under like that but he had ran it into the ground, my company thought about hiring him for like 30 seconds, I told them that company was a viable company doing very well until he got a hold of it look what happened! Too bad they didn't hire him, in my current position I would of been his supervisor. Let him try and impress me I would remind him when I worked in corporate that company was thriving, look at what he had done to it!

Can't say I've done yard work like that but boy when winter comes I love having the diaper under all the layers of winter clohtes when I'm out doing stuff.

Wow not sure what to say about this chapter. If your intention was to get everyone’s attention, mission accomplished. But then you already had my attention. Charlotte is so screwed! She just doesn’t realize it yet but she is a big baby not, even if she hasn’t fully completed the process. ? still don’t have any likes to give but it should be getting some back soon.

I do enjoy my flowers, but all of them are potted. Where I used to live I would occasionally give them their morning water drink pre-dawn wearing a diaper with or without anything else so long as the neighbor's lights weren't on. Can't do that here where I'm at now Everything "diapers" here is highly restricted due to circumstances but when I can get the F out of this place and into one of my own, that's going to change back to how I want it The move did make one flower issue happen. My Mom gave me a pink and white Camellia- beautiful and a rare coloration. It was getting root-bound in a huge pot and there was no way I could deal with it here so it went to my dearest friends house where she gave it a special place in her yard- we planted it together. It's doing very well, she loves it as much as I do, and now part of my Mom is safe and will live on forever where I can go and enjoy it any time I want to Bettypooh

Changing Roles Chapter 6 After Jess had left, a slightly merry Sue had found Chris asleep, clutching Teddy and with his pacifier between his lips. Sue smiled. She assumed Jess had seen Chris's teddy and pacifier. That was good, she thought. She opened the drawer to see that the earphones for the tape player were no longer coiled neatly next to it. She wondered if Jess had listened to the tape and for how long. Sue peeled the top of her leotard to her waist and took off her sports bra. She woke Chris gently, and he sleepily suckled her breasts for ten minutes or so before Sue laid his head gently back on the pillow. She checked his diaper. He was wet, but not enough to need a change. Sue put the tape player under Chris's pillow and placed the fluffy earpieces over his ears. The tape fully rewound, and Sue felt a slight thrill. It was a three hour tape and she'd left it an hour in last time she'd used it with Chris. She hoped Jess had listened to it all. Sue turned the tape on, kissed Chris goodnight and went to her own bedroom. After a shower in her ensuite bathroom, Sue put on the cotton granny pants she'd taken to wearing. They were more comfortable than her old bikinis and things, and they felt more suitable for her new role as Chris's, well virtually his mommy, she thought. That was a nice thought, and she smiled about it as she got into bed. Chris woke the next morning after a night of very realistic dreams. He took the warm, fluffy pads from his ears and lay back, trying to remember the dreams. He couldn't remember any detail, but he remembered the pleasurable feelings of happiness and security. His pacifier had fallen out during the night, and he felt anxious as he looked for it. Pleased to have found it among the bedclothes, he put it in his mouth and was rewarded immediately with a feeling that all was well. He turned to get out of bed, and Teddy dropped to the floor, where he lay looking up at Chris. I'm getting up too, thought Chris. He wanted to be up like Teddy, and without thinking he clambered out of bed, putting one leg on the floor, then one arm. Then he was sitting on the floor with Teddy. We're both up now, he thought with a grin. With Teddy in one hand, he decided to call for Sue to see if she was up. He saw the door still ajar, and headed towards it. His diaper was very wet, and sagged between his legs as he crawled, oblivious to the fact that he wasn't walking. He was about to call Sue's name, when he stopped still. He couldn't remember her name. He knew who she was, and he knew she was the most important figure in his life, but he didnt know what to call her. A montage of images of her crossed his mind - kissing him, telling him she loved him, holding him while he suckled and looked up at her, and smiling at him as she changed his diaper. So he knew who she was, just not her name. Chris was quite proud of working that out. He would use her generic name. As he said the word, his pacifier dropped to the floor. 'Mommy!' he called from the doorway of his bedroom. He began wetting again, but didn't notice. In the kitchen now, Sue heard him call, and her heart jumped. She'd been told that the combined effect of being diapered, suckled and treated like an infant, along with the tape, could result in the subject identifying the caregiver as his mother. 'Coming honey!' Sue replied and almost ran to Chris's room. Chris picked up the pacifier and put it in his mouth again. When he heard Sue's voice, he made a happy gurgling sound and clutched Teddy harder. Sue was surprised to find Chris in the floor, but she didn't try to get him to stand. Instead, she thought to prolong the moment, and went to a box in the corner of the room. It contained one items she been recommended to buy for Chris, for 'when they were appropriate'. That time seemed to be now. Sue knelt next to the box and turned to Chris. 'Honey, before I change your diaper and get you breakfast, would you like to have a little play with Teddy?' she asked him. 'Little play' was one of the trigger phrases on the tape, and it seemed to work. Chris's eyes widened and he said.'Yes!' enthusiasticall as he crawled towards her. Sue reached into the box and gave Chris some coloured letter blocks and a bright red plastic train engine. She felt his heavy diaper and left him playing while she returned to the kitchen. After her squash game and shower, Jess had put on her briefs and her usual pad then pulled on her tracksuit. Still bemused about her shaved pubic hair, she drove home. She knew it was a good idea to shave down there. It was only her old fashioned ideas that had prevented her. She vaguely remembered thinking about it, then concluded that she probably had done it herself. In fact, she decided, she had done it, but was just to busy with work to remember. More than that, she was pleased to have done it. Yes, said that odd voice, you're a good little girl. Jess smiled. She knew she wasn't hearing voices in her head. That was just her better self complimenting her. It was the same with the music behind the voice. She'd heard a bit of that on the tape at Sue's and remembered it. It was such pretty music. Pretty, pretty, thought Jess idly as she drove. She liked pretty things. She decided to put a ribbon in her hair when she got home. She hadn't worn a ribbon for years. She spent the remainder of the trip deciding what colour ribbon it should be and how to arrange her hair with it. Arriving home, Jess made herself dinner and settled down in front of the TV. Eating with one hand, she put the other hand between the legs of her tracksuit, and was surprised to find that she was wet. I'd better change, she thought, and putting her dinner aside, went to the bedroom. She wasn't very wet, but there was a significant dark patch between the legs of her tracksuit. Jess wasn't particularly upset. She did get a little wet at times, and anyway it was part of growing up. She remembered that she was twenty one, but that was still not really grown up. Anyway, she wasn't really wet, just a bit. It was more than her pad could cope with, but nothing major. She took off her track pants and briefs, and used some damp toilet paper to wipe her bare crotch. I should get some proper wipes, she thought. That would be sensible. She decided to use a little talc before getting dressed again, then decided to wear a pair of pullups. I'll wear them for bed, anyway, she told herself. She was actually looking forward to the pleasant, secure feeling of the padding around her loins, and felt good as she took a pair from the wardrobe and pulled them up snug around her hips. She looked at herself in the mirror. They actually look nice as well as feeling nice, she thought with a smile. In fact, she thought, they made her grey trackie top look very dowdy, so she searched around her small wardrobe to find something brighter. Just the thing, she thought suddenly. The bright pink Hello Kitty shortalls she'd won on the netball trip to Japan the year before. Some of the Japanese her team members had become friendly with liked dressing in crazy, almost childish clothes, and they were a little miffed that Jess hadn't worn the garment home on the plane. She'd worn it that night, when they'd all had a bit much saki. Jess was glad to have won the prize, and had kept the clothing as a memento, but now, standing in her bra and pullups in front of the mirror and holding up the shortalls, she could see that it was actually kind of fun. It was pretty too. Jess giggled at the big coloured ears of the kitty on the bib which flopped out separate from the garment. She couldn't wait to put it on. Jess stepped happily into the garment, then stopped. She took off her bra. I'm only at home, she thought, and a bra didn't really seem to suit the shortalls. She pulled them up and did up the straps, then arranged the bib over her breasts. She looked at the result in the mirror and grinned. She turned around a couple of times, and waggled the kitty's ears with her fingers. You could see the top of her pullup at the sides of the shortall, but that didn't matter. One more thing, she thought, and found a pink ribbon in her underwear drawer. It didn't take long to tie opit attractively in her hair. 'All done!' she said aloud as she completed the job. She looked again in the mirror. 'Pretty girl!' she said. She knew how pleased some of her babysitting girls were when they were told they looked pretty, and although they were younger, Jess felt that she looked as pretty as any of them. She returned to the television and the rest of her dinner. The police drama that was on didn't interest her, so she switched around until she found a rerun of the Lion King. That movie had good memories for her, and was a good movie anyway. She was settled comfortably watching it when the doorbell rang. Jess thought it was Mike until he heard Sue's voice. She jumped up and went to the door. She liked Sue. 'Well!' said Sue, surprised to see Jess's attire. 'Don't you look pretty!' 'I am pretty,' Jess assured her, and spun around in front of Sue with her arms outstretched. Sue noticed the pullup under the shartalls, as well as the lack of a bra. 'Sorry to bounce in on you,' said Sue, 'But I was going past and I thought I'd pay you last night. I thought you might like the money.' 'Oh yes, thanks,' said Jess. 'Would you like some coffee? I've even got some chocolate too.' 'Thank you,' said Sue. 'That would be lovely.' The pair were soon sitting with their coffee. 'The Lion King,' said Sue as Jess turned off the television. 'That's an old one but a good one.' 'Yes,' said Jess. 'It's actually one of my favorites.' 'Thanks for looking after Chris so well,' said Sue. 'I know he's not, well, the usual babysitting job you get.' 'Oh, he's fine,' said Jess. 'I know he's had some troubles, but he's really sweet. I mean, he's, well, like you said, he is little, well, like someone little, in lots of ways.' 'He is,' said Sue. 'He has had a tough time. He's lost his job, he's, well, he has lost a lot of things in the adult world.' 'But he's gained others,' said Jess. 'Yes, he has, Jess. I think that's a very perceptive comment. He has gained, in different ways,' said Sue. 'Regained, almost,' said Jess. Sue looked at her. 'I think you saw his teddy and pack last night, didn't you?' asked Sue. 'Yes, I did,' replied Jess. 'He likes them. And it sort of fits, I mean he's in diapers. He doesn't seem to mind that.' Sue laughed. 'Oh, he put up a bit of a fuss at first,' she said. Sue paused. 'Actually, I've got some help with him accepting the changes that are happening. Some, well, professional help,' Sue said. She caught another glance at Jess's pullup. 'The doctor?' said Jess. 'Yes,' said Sue, 'But another lady too. A psychologist.' 'Oh,' said Jess. 'That would help.' 'She's been very helpful,' said Sue. 'She's given me some tapes. You know, cassette tapes, and a player.' Jess swallowed. Ever truthful, she looked at Sue. 'Er, Sue, I saw those when I was looking for the nightlight. In the drawer,' she said. 'I wasn't really snooping. I just opened the drawer. I, erm, listened a bit too.' Sue smiled to herself. 'Did you listen to the whole tape?' she asked. 'Actually, I don't know,' said Jess. 'I heard a bit, but then I went to sleep. I woke up just before I saw you. Chris slept the whole time though,' she added. 'It's, erm, lovely music. I hadn't heard anything like that before.' Sue smiled St Jess. 'Did you like what the lady was saying?' she asked. Jess blushed slightly. 'Well, I couldn't understand what she was saying,' Jess said awkwardly. 'It wasn't very clear. Sue, I apologise for looking in the drawer. I shouldn't have played the tape.' Sue put her hand on Jess's arm. 'It's fine, Jess. Honestly. I'm glad you heard it. It is lovely music,' she said. 'That makes me feel better,' said Jess. 'I don't like doing wrong things.' Sue laughed, and put her arm around Jess. 'Don't be silly,' she said. 'It's fine. And we're friends, aren't we?' 'Yes,' said Jess, and Sue saw that her eyes were watering., 'Jess, are you OK?' she asked. 'What's up?' 'Nothing, sorry,' said Jess. 'It's just that, well, I know people at work, and Mike, but I guess I haven't got too many real friends.' 'You've got me,' said Sue. Jess blinked and nodded. 'Jess, is everything OK?' asked Sue with concern. 'Yep,' said Jess. 'Jess, I noticed that you're wearing a pullup. Is that part of any trouble? We are friends, and you can talk about anything to me.' Jess was quiet for a minute. 'Erm, well, I, I always wear a pad, you know, because I sometimes, I dunno, I get a little bit wet, not my period, but because...' she looked away from Sue. 'I understand,' said Sue. 'It's common. Pads are common. But a pullup...' 'I sometimes, well, I used to wet the bed a bit, older than other kids, and it was hard because I was looking after the others...' Sue reassured Jess, who continued after a few moments. 'Then on the way home last night, I wet my pants, you know, properly, and I thought I'd better wear a pullup to bed and I did, and it was wet this morning, and then after squash I wet my tracksuit a bit, and I put, I found this and put it on to cheer up, and I thought, well, I wanted to feel safe so I put on another pullup. I'm sorry you saw it, Sue. It's just...' Jess finished her hurried little speech. 'Now you know,' she said. 'Even a friend would freak, so...' 'I'm not freaking, Jess,' said Sue. 'Far from it. I think you're being a very good little girl about this. And, little miss, I think you look very pretty in those lovely shortalls.' Jess's face was suffused with a mixed expression of relief and happiness that seemed to well from deep within her. She heard snatches of the lovely music in her head again. 'Thank you Sue,' Jess said, impulsively hugging her. 'As I said,' Sue replied, 'That's what friends are for. Now, let's be practical. If you're having problems, I think you need to see someone. You must have some good contacts at work, or if you prefer, you could see Chris's doctor. In the meantime, if pullups make you feel secure while this is going on, I think you should wear them for the time being.' 'You mean, all the time?' asked Jess. 'Yes, I do,' said Sue. 'It shouldn't be a problem at work under your uniform, and a spare or two would fit in your little bag,' Sue added, pointing to the dining table and the small leather bag Jess usually carried. 'OK,' said Jess quietly. It did seem like a sensible idea. 'Now, honey, are you wet now?' asked Sue. Jess looked at her. 'Now?' she repeated. 'Yes, honey. You've just covered a lot of personal stuff, and sometimes...' said Sue as Jess pressed the crotch of her shortalls. 'A little bit, I think. But not a lot,' she said, blushing again. 'Let's see,' said Sue, reaching towards Jess. 'It's OK,' we are friends,' she added as she slid a couple of fingers inside the leg of Jess's shortalls. 'It's definitely time for a change,' Sue said. 'Sue...' began Jess. 'Sshh, honey,' said Sue. 'Relax. Just this time I want you to let me help you. I know you're anxious, but I just want you to relax. Now let's get your pretty shortalls off.' Jess stood silently, blushing again as she let Sue undress her then gently lay her back on the sofa. Sue took off Jess's pullup, and patted her tummy. 'Have you got another pullup, honey? Sue asked. 'In the wardrobe in the bedroom,' replied Jess. Sue smiled, and found the pack of 20 in the wardrobe. It was half empty. Sue smiled again. 'And some talc?' asked Sue, returning to the living room. 'In the bathroom,' said Jess. 'Now just lie still,' said Sue, and efficiently and gently patted Jess's bare crotch with talc and settled a dry pullup around her hips. 'Done,' said Sue. 'We might as well get you ready for bed now,' she added. 'I saw your nightie in the bathroom. I found this. It might make you feel a bit brighter than a boring old nightie. Sue produced a bright yellow, long t shirt. Jess smiled when she saw it. 'Good,' said Sue, and helped Jess put it on, pulling it down over her bare breasts. 'There,' said Sue. Jess stood in front of Sue, feeling quite odd. 'If those pullups aren't enough for evernight, well have to think about something else,' said Sue matter of factly. Jess looked at her. 'Diapers?' she asked. 'In the short term,' said Sue. 'Until you've seen the doctor.' They sat back on the sofa, and ate a few chocolates. Jess was relieved that she didn't feel embarrassed sitting in a t shirt and pullup in front of Sue. Not long after, when Sue was leaving, she told Jess with a laugh that she'd been a good little girl about the whole issue. Jess felt a surge of happiness, and gave Sue a warm hug. 'Sweet dreams, baby,' said Sue as she left. 'Thank you,' said Jess. She slept soundly, with very sweet dreams. She woke wet, with the sheet a little wet too, but was glad that at least she'd broached the problem with an adult. Well, someone older than her, anyway, she corrected herself. It seemed sensible and even normal to put her pullup on under her nursing uniform, and she happily left for work, with a pink ribbon carefully tied in her hair. To be continued.

Ok dear you need something on in case of accidents*she says as she walked out and came back with a diaper with elmo on it*lay back please

Wow This stuff I have never heard of. My girl friend got me on the bed and with hand cuffs and ankle cuffs on hands and knees strapped me to the bed frame. She blindfolded me and put a butt plug in me and a thick cloth diaper and rubber locking pants and her and her girl friends paddled me with a ping pong paddle from each side. Yea it was a lot of fun and I had several climaxes and a lot of pee. I knew nothing about this and it sure was humiliating. They all said we could do nit again next week. Later I found out they took a lot of pictures. Now I think I have to let them do it again or those photos could get around.

I'm for cleaning up the world. But I believe diapers should have plastic backed.

Thank you! And yes, if that is how the book works, she is building quite the debt. Morgan was stunned. There, right in front of her, directly in view in her stopped stroller, was what she was looking for. It wasn't hidden, it wasn't even subtle, it was right in a store window. There was a set of mannequins, all adult sized, and all wearing thick adult diapers. She had never seen anything like it. One was bare except for the diaper, while others were in skirts and onesies, and another was in full bondage gear. The entire set up was built on the theme, with adult sized cribs, a high chair , and a changing table, all with mannequins using them, and all surrounded by piles of diapers. It was way too easy.Except that it wasn't. Morgan reached down to undo the belt, and found it locked.She looked at the couple that had put her in her tiny, mobile prison, and pointed at the display.The woman came over, looked at where she was pointing, and bent down in front of her. Morgan almost cried in relief, thinking she'd be let go, but instead she rubbed her head. "That's right sweetie. They are all big babies like you.""What was that?" the man asked."She thought she recognized herself in the mannequins.""Awww that is so cute!"The stroller turned and went down the road, leaving Morgan desperately pointed at the bizarre store. They didn't stop, and the sun sank lower into the sky....Ryan couldn't believe his eyes. There was the dress. It was right in a store window, and even seemed to be on a male mannequin."I need to get off!" he said."Alright sweetie, just hit the button."Ryan stood up slightly. As soon as his bottom left the man's lap, he felt a hand smack him hard on the bottom and begin rubbing. He tried to ignore it as he hit the button and sat back down on the man's lap. The driver reached around and began rubbing him again."So are you going to give me a good bye kiss?" he asked."I...""Come on, especially since I did such a nice favour to you by letting you ride for free and sit on my lap.""Err..." a few of the others behind him spoke out in agreement with the driver. Ryan knew from experience that, in Anna's magic, denying these things would lead to far worse scenarios."Ok," he pursed his lips.When we was expected a pec, he got far, far more. The man squeezed Ryan tightly as he pressed his lips into him. He kissed him all over his face and neck while gripping his backside. Ryan imagined it was someone else and waited for it to end. The bus didn't stop. "Wait, I thought you said you'd stop?" Ryan pleaded, hating how desperate he sounded. "Not now, it isn't a stop yet. We still have half a kilometer before I let you off." He continued to pepper Ryan's cheeks and the back of his head with kisses.Ryan groaned, and his stomach rumbled ominously....Anna laughed to herself as she watched his bottom wiggle. Diapered, in a tight onesie, and being lead on a leash and harness, the blond boy struggled to keep up as the padding forced him to waddle, and occasionally reached back to rub his sore butt. The resulting sight was one of Anna's all time favorites. She eagerly wanted to run up and grab his padded rear herself, but she comforted herself by remembering she would soon have both Ryan's and Morgan's diapered behinds to play with later."Keep up!" the woman shouted, pulling on the leash. He stumbled forward, giving Anna another perfect view of him bent over at the waist, then the woman spanked him hard, causing him to yelp and stand up.The woman stopped at a bench, sat the boy on her lap, and fed him a bottle. This gave Anna a chance to admire one of her next favorite sights- the face of a blushing submissive, wanting desperately to be out but having no alternative but to play along. He sucked thirstily, then found the bottle replaced by a pacifier as he was stood on his feet again.Anna went back to admiring him him from behind. However, she decided there was one thing missing, one thing that would make the sight of his rear even more adorable. She took out her book.The boy squealed, moaned and stuck his bottom out as Anna heard a loud braapppt. The back of his diaper inflated, first with air pushing, then as solid material filled it. The woman leading him didn't seem to notice, and he was dragged, in an even more exaggerated waddle now, as the bulging back of his diapers swayed back and forth behind him. He put his hand on the back of the diaper to desperately, and pointlessly, try to stop the flow. Soon he was a crying, stinking mess, and Anna didn't even mind as the smell came back to her, knowing the thought of it weighed more heavily on the boy's mind then the smell did on her nose.She kept following as the strange couple made their way downtown. The boy would get his change, of course- another of Anna's favorite sights- but not until there was a big enough crowed for it....Ryan finally made it to the store. He was panting from running. The dress was still there, under a sign that read "Flowers and Kisses Boutique- Dresses, Lingerie, and Pretty Things." He went inside, and the store matched its name. Everything inside was almost bizarrely effeminate, with flowers painted on the walls and racks of dresses and skirts."Hi! I need that dress!" he said."Well hello there little one. I'd be happy to get that for you. What size are you?" The clerk, a tall, elderly woman, said."Uhhh, its not for me! That one will do!"She chuckled. "Funny, and it just happens to be your size. Don't worry, I know some little boys like you like dresses. And diapers, it seem. Just admit its for you, and I'll get it.""Alright," he said. "Its for me. Can I please have that dress!""Sure thing princess. That will be $230."Ryan opened the sheet of paper. A pile of bills appeared. "Here!" he said, handing it over.She counted them, then shook her head. "Now now, don't be silly. There is only $130 here. Have trouble counting?""I..." Ryan looked at the paper, but there was no more money. What was the game here?"I'll tell you what, we can work out a deal."'Uh oh,' Ryan thought.She handed him a bucket of felt roses and flowers. "We need to raise interest for our business. So, go outside, and offer passerbyers a flower and a kiss." "What?!" Ryan shouted."A flower and a kiss. Its the name of our store. I'll give you $10 off for each one."Ryan gritted his teeth. He looked outside and the people passing, then at the dress, then at the woman. He took the basked of flowers....The stroller was stopped. The couple were talking to another couple.Morgan tried to hear what they were saying and turned. To her surprise, she turned easily, and didn't feel the belt stopping her. She looked down, and saw it was undone.Slowly, she raised herself from the seat. She crouched down and tip toed around the back of the stroller. The man behind her reached toward her, staring pleadingly.Morgan groaned. She reached to his belt and began to struggle with it. She pulled and tore, but it wouldn't budge. She looked back up at the couple, and they seemed to be wrapping up the conversation. She went back to the belt, but it wouldn't open. The couple was saying their goodbyes. Moran put her hands up helplessly and mouthed 'sorry,' then began to walked. The man moaned and shouted, and Morgan began to run as the couple saw her."Hey! Come back here!" the woman shouted. "Someone stop that baby!" the man shouted, chasing her. Morgan dodged people reaching for her, and kept running.Her stomach cramped. She doubled over and stopped, squeezing tightly to stop herself from messing. She heard footsteps, and saw the man was right behind her, and kept running.She managed to put some distance between them, groaning the entire way as her stomach complained. She turned a corner, then another, and was convinced she lost him. Better yet, she was right by the store from before, and walked into it. It was clearly a kink store- bondage gear and outfits hung everywhere, and the front section was dominated by adult sized, infantile clothes."Hello," she said to the clerk, a young man. "I need diapers." As she said it, her stomach complained again, and a loud fart came out."Yes it certainly seems so," he laughed."No, I mean, I need to buy diapers.""Why? Did you run out?""NO!" she shouted. "I don't NEED diapers, I need to buy diapers, for, uhhh... someone else.""So you're saying you don't wear diapers?""Of course not!" she said.He raised his eyebrows and looked down at her. "You lying to me?""I mean, I am NOW, but I don't normally, and I don't need them. I don't use them.""Right," he said, and Morgan could hear the disbelief in his voice. "So you aren't about to mess that pamper you're in right now?""OF COURSE NO..." Morgan was cut off as her stomach rumbled and she farted again.He put his hands on his hips. "Are you lying to me?""No I'm... Please, just give me the diapers."To her surprise, he reached toward her and grabbed her wrist. He lifted it up roughly, and the jolt brought more sounds out of her and into her diaper."What are you doing?""What I always do with lying little submissives," he said. He pulled her over his lap."No! Please! I'm not a liar!" she struggled. Of course, as she should have known from Anna's games, he appeared impossibly strong."You lied about wearing a diaper. How silly of you, I could just look at you and see it.""I'm sorry! No please!"SMACK! the sound rang out, and Morgan whined. She hung helplessly, knowing from experience there was no escape as he peppered her backside with hard smacks.Worse still, her stomach was grumbling worse then before. The knee grinding into her stomach turned it, and the shock of each spank put her closer and closer to messing. She squeezed hard, concentrating on not humiliating herself further.The spanking continued, and she began to ache again. Each jolt drag tears from her. "Please," she said, "I'm sorry, don't make me, I'm going to... If you keep doing that..."He ignored her and kept going."Please, your going to make me... no! Please nooooo!"" she said, as she felt her bottom finally open up. Soon the all to familiar feeling of being spanked was replaced by the even more familiar feeling of her messing her own diaper. She didn't even bother trying to stop it anymore. She hung on his knee sobbing in humiliation and pain ."Well, that answers that question poopy girl," he said, rubbing her behind. Morgan moaned. "Phew! You really are a stinky butt! That just hit me. Well, it seems there is another lie you need a spanking for, then we will definitely see about getting more diapers for you."...Anna watched from behind the crowed. She sat on a chair on a dais that gave her a good view over their heads. The boy from earlier was lying on stone bench, now a changing table, that decorated the main shopping strip. He used his hands to cover his face, streaked with tears, but had them brushed aside by the woman who now considered him effectively her property."That is enough Alex, I said no hiding," she said. She untaped his diaper, revealing the mess to the crowed, and began wiping him down.The boy squirmed helplessly, and, in Anna's mind, wonderfully. There were few things she enjoyed seeing more then a squirming submissive, blushing at a situation they know they can't get out of as their doms' revel in their pain. She was getting a lot of her favorite sights from this game, and even more from the videos she had of her own submissive's 'games.' This was turning out to be another great day.His bright red, smacked bottom soon became visible under the muck as he was wiped clean, then covered again with white powder, and finally taped into his diaper and clipped into his onesie."Now," the woman said. "Did you learn your lesson?"The boy nodded."No more complaining and arguing? You accept your new role?"He nodded again."And what are you?" she said, taking his pacifier out."A baby," he said."And what else?""Your diaper slave," he said, blushing and looking away."Good boy," she stood him up. "Now lets see if we can get you more clothes." She dragged him into a mall.Anna sighed. That had been one of her favorites so far. From his perspective, the woman would go back and forth between seeming to think he was an actual baby, and reinforcing he was and adult and her slave. It meant constant humiliations for the boy with a particularly mean 'mommy'. How long would she keep him like that? Was a month enough? Maybe two. Yes, Anna decided, since it was a particularly harsh circumstance, two would be enough to teach him a lesson for.... what was it he did again? Didn't matter now. She turned to see his bottom waddling away, holding onto his leash with one hand and his own soiled diaper with the other. Such a cute sight. She laughed to herself, then wrote in her book again again, and watched as he doubled over."Again!? I JUST changed you!" his dom shouted. The boy lost balanced and had to crawl beside her as Anna walked away. He'd definitely learn his lesson for whatever it was he had done. Anna would have to make sure the woman posted pictures of the boy online so other's could enjoy them as well. Anna would enjoy them, at least. She made a note of it in her book.Her "Karma" book was nearing its end. She decided to go to the store to see if they had another again...."Here' your rose, sir," Ryan said to the taller man."And my kiss?"Ryan shivered, closed his eyes, leaned in and kissed him. He then went back inside. "That is ten flowers and ten kisses! Can I have my dress now?" he asked."Of course sweetie! And what a good little girl you were.""Little BOY!" he shouted. "I mean, man! I'm a grown man."She patted his head. "Of course you are. That is why you are in diapers.""I don't actually need them!" he said."Really?" she sniffed the air. "That smell says otherwise.""What...EEEP!" Ryan screamed, and burst into tears. She was right, of course. He didn't know when it had happened, but the lack of weight in his stomach, and the increased weight in his diaper, told the story all to well."Aww don't cry sweetie," she said, hugging him and patting his diaper. "It's allright. I know little ones like you sometimes need extra protection. Nothing to be ashamed of."Despite himself, Ryan nodded."Now, here is your pretty princess dress, and for such a pretty princess too!" she said. Ryan blushed."Than... thank you," he said."That's alright. Now, do you have a kiss for me?" she asked. Ryan sighed and kissed her. Was the day just going to be him kissing strangers? Was that Anna's idea of fun?He left the store, opened up the sheet, and groaned. Of course, exactly the type of joke Anna would make."Ten felt roses," the letter read. Ryan looked down the street in each direction, trying to find the people he had given them too. What sorts of things would they ask for to get them back? Ryan could only imagine as he waddled, trying to ignore the sticky mess sliding around in his diaper....Morgan finally left the store. A cab passed by and she waved at it. It came to the side and the driver opened the door, stopped, sniffed, looked at her, then closed the door and drove off. Morgan screamed in frustration and stamped her feet.She looked at the letter. "The forgiveness of the guy you abandoned in the stroller," it read, and Morgan screamed again....Ryan walked home, moping, and arms full of various objects. Dresses, flowers, frilly skirts, plugs, paddles, tutus, small cages, leashes and bondage gear... each one had been its own humiliating story to get. It was close to dark, but he knew he'd make it in time, so he waddled slowly home. He looked ahead and saw Morgan walking ahead, and ran to catch up."Can we..." he began."Walk together so neither of us gets spanked? Yes," Morgan said."What did you get?""Oh you know, adult sized diapers, gags shaped like pacifiers, laxatives, a shirt that says 'stinky baby,' abstract emotions and the approval and freedom of a stranger who I think still hates me... normal things. You?""All the pretty things a girl would want. Except I honestly don't think any actual girl would want these things. Then a bunch of bondage stuff.""It always amazes me how many things come in that particular shade of pink." "I know eh?""Well hello my stinkies!" they heard Anna shout. She came up behind them and put her arms around their shoulders. "I can see you were both successful in your missions. How did it go?""Fine," they both said, and Anna laughed."I thought so. Well, I had fun too. Unfortunately, didn't find exactly what I was looking for in the end and can't seem to conjure it, but that's alright." She paused, then switched topics. "Of course you happen to come in together so no one gets spanked. Pure coincidence, right?'"I..." Ryan began, and Morgan began her own excuse.Anna laughed again and waved them off. "That's ok. No spankings, and no hooks for anyone. Just diaper changes and locking cribs. Isn't that fun!"They both nodded.The trio made it to the town house, and Anna unlocked the door. The two diapered submissive walked in to see changing mats already on the ground, and lay on them.Anna snapped her fingers, and the usual magic took over. The diapers were untapped, and wipes cleaned the two down. They lay still, used to the process, until they were cleaned and powdered. Then, to their surprise, both the used diapers hovered in front of them.Anna snapped her fingers again, and the two diapers moved side to side, switching places. The submissiveness squealed."What's going on?" Ryan shouted as Morgan simultaneously said "You can't! Please!""Oh I can, and you know exactly what is going on," Anna said. She then spoke in a teaching voice. "You two need to learn to read the fine print. I said you'd both get your diapers changed, not that I'd give you new, clean diapers. That is exactly what is happening now. No complaining!"The pacifiers filled their mouths and turned their complaints into wordless whining as both diapers opened in front of them, and were moved under their bottoms. Their legs were held in the air by a invisible force, leaving no way to escape."Two changed diapers, each baby changed into the other baby's. See this as a way to learn more about each other." Both of them glared as their eyes teared. "Now, to bed, and you'll get clean diapers tomorrow. See? That is a promise for fresh ones, not what I said earlier." She bent over, kissed each on the head, took them by the hand, and dragged them along to their bedroom.

Marlo was just like another child to us as she got older she was the one that put Phoenix in his place she continually asked him why he had to act like a brat, something Rachel and I wanted to ask but was to close to the situation. She was also like a sister to Stephanie. I actually think she spent more time at our house than her own! Tom never warmed up to her or his son. A few years in Pamela divorced him he just wasn't a very affectionate person! She found a man that loved her and her kids despite the lack of bladder control. This guy was very passionate His name was Jason. Jason and Pamela had 3 kids of their own two boys and one girl. They were all toilet trained like normal and of course the daughter at 12 began wetting her bed. Her parents were very supportive of her especially her mom who understood every emotion she had with the new status of a teenage bedwetter, she had gotten through it with with help from her own mother! Plus she had Marlo to help her through it. She was now almost 20. We kind of inherited Marilyn as another daughter. We loved her and Marlo even though they weren't ours, just like they were our daughters!

Chapter One "Where's the story, Charlotte?" the heavyset man behind the ludicrously oversized desk asked. The young woman seated on the other side of said desk looked at him with thinning patience. "Are you kidding me right now, Ron?" she asked. "I come to you with rumblings of a cult, numerous people willing to go on record about family members that have joined said cult and were never seen or heard from again, and a possible way in to get actual proof that some shady shit is going down and you can't see the story?" she asked with a scoff. Ron leaned forward in his chair, his elbows on his desk and his hands folded in front of him with index fingers pointing toward her. "You know what your problem is, kid?" he asked. Charlotte bristled at being referred to as 'kid' or any permutation in the same vein. "I'm really good at my job but have a worthless boss that wants me to languish on the obituaries desk until my ass looks like his?" she asked with a self satisfied smirk. Ron sighed and shook his head. "No." he told her flatly. "Your problem is that you think you're fucking Nancy Drew when you've got no body of work to prove your worth." he said. "All I need is a chance!" she shouted. "Goddammit, Ron, print is dead and the only people that don't seem to get that are the people that work at the papers." she said. "Shitty government and random acts of violence don't sell papers in the world of twenty four hour news channels and the internet, but a freaky ass cult sure would! People would read every bit of information they could get their hands on and you'd be on the ground floor of it all!" she told him. Ron leaned back in his chair after a long silence, the old leather desk chair creaking loudly against his weight. "A week and no expenses." he said finally. Charlotte smiled and shook her head. "Two, and all expenses paid and if I don't deliver you can fire me on the spot." she countered. Ron chuckled. "Shit, to finally be rid of your annoying ass I'd pay for a month of expenses." he told her. "Fine, two weeks with expenses paid but you fail you don't take the easy way out and just not come back, you show up and sit right where you are now and apologize to me and beg for your job before I fire you, I want my money's worth, missy." he added. She put on her fake smile, the one she used when she wanted to cause harm to some misogynist dickhead that talked to her like she was a child or some kind of sex object. "You got yourself a deal, old man." she responded as she rose and gathered her file folder and left the office before he could change his mind. ************************************************************************ Charlotte King was ambitious to say the least. She'd skipped two grades and gone into high school early, blew through that with little effort on her part and graduated top of her class before she was legally old enough to drive a car. College had been where her world had opened up for her. Being the youngest girl on campus she often found herself alone in the library, people would tease her fairly often about her age and she didn't really make any friends until Renee Dupree came along. Where Charlotte was a seventeen year old girl still trying to find her own unique voice and style, trying different things with her hair almost daily, dramatically shifting her tastes in music and movies when she saw people enjoying something in larger groups, Renee was a confident and impressive woman that knew who she was and what she wanted and didn't care if you didn't like it. They'd met at the library one night, Charlotte with her nose in a stack of books when Renee had tapped her on the shoulder. She'd asked what Charlotte was listening to and the response of a Jazz station got Renee to sit down across from her. When the conversation changed to why Charlotte should stick with keeping her hair in the afro it currently was Renee had moved to the seat next to Charlotte. Renee was two years older than Charlotte, but somehow seemed much older and wiser in the ways of the world. Where Charlotte was what some would call "petite", her body deciding that a tween body type was more her speed, Renee was endowed better than most girls her age. Where Charlotte had gorgeous ebony skin that was strikingly black, Renee was pale as a China doll. When the library had closed for the night Renee had invited Charlotte back to her room to keep studying which Charlotte took to mean they'd talk some more while reading their respective books but it actually meant kissing and Charlotte losing her virginity on a bed of her Physics flashcards. That was the night that Charlotte fell in love with Renee. ************************************************************************ Looking over her notes she tapped her pen on the circled words in the center of the lined paper in her journal, 'The Innocent'. A week earlier she'd gotten a call from Renee in the middle of the night but hadn't answered because she was asleep, though she honestly couldn't say whether or not she would've answered even if she hadn't been. The message Renee had left was odd to say the least, weird tinny music playing somewhere in the background like something from a child's music box, and Renee apologizing for everything that had happened between them in the past. Charlotte knew Renee and apologizing was not in her wheelhouse, nor was the frightened and unsure sound in her voice, like she wasn't supposed to be on the phone and was worried someone would catch her at any moment. "I'm with The Innocent now." she'd said. "Tell my mom I'm sorry." was the last thing before the call ended. Charlotte knew something was wrong at that point, Renee's mother had died when she was still little and her father had never remarried, so Charlotte saw that statement as a message to let her know that Renee wasn't okay. Searches for 'The Innocent' brought her very little information save for a dozen or so forum posts from concerned parents and family members whose loved ones had gone off to join what many viewed as a cult. She'd found a cell phone video that someone had taken outside of a farm or something that looked like a farm, two men with assault rifles standing outside a high fence that went all the way around the expansive property, the person filming explaining that this was the compound where the cult operated. The quality was terrible and nothing concrete could be gleaned from it save that there was a physical location believed to be attributed to this alleged cult. Her lies to Ron about a way into the cult, and numerous people that would be willing to talk to her about what they knew had gotten her the freedom to explore the story, but all she really cared about was finding out what happened to Renee. Losing her job when it turned out that Renee had just fallen in with a bad crowd and had changed her mind about wanting to stay in that scene was a price she was willing to pay to make sure her, whatever Renee was to her now, wasn't in serious trouble. ************************************************************************ Finding the location of the "compound" wasn't the hard part, the hard part was setting up meetings with the people that had made the claims about what was going on behind those fences. Most were too afraid that the cult would hurt them or worse to keep them from digging around, but she'd managed to convince two people to meet with her and that was a better start than she thought she'd have. The first person, a woman that wanted to only be known as "Gina" arranged to meet with her at a diner a few miles away from the compound. The public setting wasn't ideal for the conversation they were supposed to have but it was the only way Gina would agree to meet. The greasy spoon diner was just off the main road, the vacant side lot filled with half a dozen or so big rigs and the front parking area sparse save for two cars with Charlotte's rental making three. She parked and got out of the car, pulling on the red baseball cap that Gina had requested she wear for ID purposes and walked to the front door. The air inside the diner was just as swampy and gross as the air outside, though it did carry the smells of the various meals being made and consumed which was a welcome change from the smell of roadkill and the faint hint of a skunk somewhere in the area. She looked around and spotted the blue ballcapped woman in the corner booth near the back of the diner and looked down at the floor as she moved in that direction repeating the mantra of "just act casual" in her head. "Gina?" she asked when she reached the booth. The woman looked to be near her fifties, her wrinkles a mask of worry and laugh lines in equal measure beneath the ratty old hat she'd insisted on wearing. Gina nodded but remained silent and merely gestured for her to take a seat across from her. "Can I get y'all anything to drink?" the suddenly right beside the table waitress asked. Charlotte looked up at the girl, "Becky" according to her name tag, and nodded, "Coffee, black, please." she said while Gina just shook her head. "How do I know you're who you say you are?" Gina asked finally once Becky had scuttled off. Charlotte found herself at a momentary loss. "Well, I wore the hat you asked me to and picked you out by the hat you said you'd be wearing." she said simply. Gina nodded. "Alright, I'll give you twenty questions and then I'm going to get up and walk out and you're going to stay right here until I've been gone for ten minutes, clear?" she explained. Charlotte nodded her agreement despite hating being on this woman's schedule and rule decree. "I can do that." she said. "Good. Whenever you're ready then." Gina said. Charlotte pulled out her journal and pen, tape recording wasn't on the table for Gina per their earlier agreement. "When did you first feel like something was wrong with your son?" she asked. Gina folded her hands in front of her on the table. "Christmas of last year." she began. "Steven loved Christmas and would always come and stay with me for a few days but that year he called me the day before and told me he wasn't going to be able to make it." she explained. Charlotte wrote. "How long had it been since you'd heard from him before that?" she asked. Gina sighed. "He'd moved off to the big city for some girl a little over six months before Christmas but his phone calls stopped after a few weeks." she said grimly. Charlotte jotted down the details. "Did you ever meet the girl or find out who she was?" she asked. There was a long pause before Gina slowly nodded. "I saw a picture of the two of them together on Facebook but the next day it was gone." she explained. "Where was the picture taken?" Charlotte asked. Gina shrugged. "His apartment, I suppose." she said. "It wasn't the kind of picture he would put up on the internet, so she obviously influenced him." she added. Charlotte wrote down the details and found her curiosity piqued. "What makes you think your son is involved with a cult?" she asked, deciding that maybe a more direct question would shake something loose for her. The color drained from Gina's face and she cast her gaze downward to the table and her wringing hands. "He wrote me a letter." she said quietly. "Alright, now we're getting somewhere!" Charlotte thought to herself but maintained her professional demeanor. "May I see the letter?" she gently asked. Gina hesitated but finally went to her purse and pulled out an envelope and held it out for Charlotte but didn't immediately let the younger woman take it. "If you take this envelope from me, we're done here." she said. "What about my twenty questions, Gina?" Charlotte asked. Gina looked her directly in the eyes with a penetrating gaze that actually made Charlotte shudder. "Opening that envelope will give you so many more than twenty questions, dear." she said before letting go of the envelope and gathering her things to leave. "Remember, ten minutes and don't contact me again." she reminded. "Oh, and don't open that here, it's not safe." she added before scurrying out of the diner. ************************************************************************ The envelope had nagged at her the entire time she'd remained at the diner, and the entire drive back to her hotel room. She felt like a kid who's parents were away and she knew where the Christmas presents were hidden, the idea of knowing something she wasn't supposed to gnawing at her resolve the entire time she had the envelope in her possession until she finally made it into her hotel room and sat on the bed holding the envelope, ripping it open, she pulled out the paper within and opened that and began reading. The letter was written in crayon and looked like it had been written by a child. "Mama, I happy + safe wif my new Mommy. You dun look for me I pwaying hide an seak. Mommy take gud cawe ob me. Bye bye! luv, Stevie" Below the crayon written note was an actual letter, this one in pen and elegant flowing cursive, drawing a very distinct line between the two writer's. "Little Stevie is quite safe with me, please don't worry about him. I understand that it can be distressing to learn that your adult son has returned to a state of renewed infancy, but I assure you that he has made this choice willingly and of his own accord and should he decide to stop living this way and return to his normal adult life I will not impede that. Neither of us wishes to cause you any pain, but your constant attempts to try and take him from his new life with me are upsetting him and I will not allow anyone to hurt my baby boy. By the time you get this we will have already moved to our new home and you will find that we're well out of your grasp here. Enclosed is a picture of us from Christmas that I hope will show you that he's healthy and happy in his new life and that you will respect his wishes and not cause any further trouble going forward." Charlotte looked down between her feet at the small white rectangle that had fallen out when she'd opened the letter and set the letter down on the bed to bend forward and pick it up. Turning it over she saw a man and a woman in front of a Christmas tree with a dozen or so presents beneath it. The man was wearing light yellow t-shirt that came down to between his legs and joined with buttons, the material stretched tightly over an impressively thick bulk that was easily seen as he sat splay legged on the floor in front of the tree. The baby blue colored plastic covering his mouth was shaped like a crude butterfly almost with a small white circle in the center that read "Mommy's Boy", a pacifier that was clipped to his yellow garment with a length of colorful elastic material. The woman was wearing a shimmering green cocktail dress that stopped just above her knees, her long legs accentuated by her similarly green high heels. She stood next to the man appearing to be tousling his hair with one hand while the other hand held a baby bottle with a red ribbon tied around the middle of it, giving the appearance that she was about to give it to him as a present. Charlotte stared at the picture intently, the woman's pale skin looking almost angelic in the lighting of the photograph and in contrast to the colors of her outfit. Her jet black hair was cut short but with that "I just got out of bed but look how perfect my hair is" style and her makeup was simple but drew attention to her classically beautiful features and her breathtakingly blue eyes. Charlotte's arm dropped and the picture fell to the floor as she hoarsely muttered one word in a confused tone: "Renee?"

Sorry for the delay, just have been kind of busy with another story of mine. Also thanks again for the responses both positive and negative. It really helps me see where everyone feels about this type of story. Which would be a good time to point out about my intentions with the story. It's been several years since I've written a story so I'm kinda rusty and I only felt like doing this because it's a hobby that helps me relax from the everyday work life. I understand that my pacing is rather slow, story wise and some parts of it are rather predictable, based on other ab/dl stories. I'm not trying to right something that has a ton of plot twists and I don't have any attention of diverging from how I have planned it out but I do want to keep it as a mild entertaining story with a few twists that could be enjoyed for a few minutes. There are many different forms of the ab/dl fetish that people prefer. I'm more on the soft/slow regression side of things. If you have continued to read past this, I assume that you enjoy the story to a certain extent and will continue until I finish it at some point. Have a great day everyone! Chapter 12 The ride to Serena's house was rather quiet but filled with tension. Alice watched as Tohru kept her eyes on the road. She could tell the Amazon was having not having a fun time dealing with the rough weather which hampered her vision. But she could tell that there was more to it than that. “Ugh...Tohru...You okay? You seem a bit frustrated.” Alice's body winced as the sound of thunder continued on in the distance. “I'm...I'm alright. I've just got a lot on my mind.” Tohru was only telling part of the truth. She was struggling with dealing with not just the weather but also her Amazonian instincts. “Why is this happening now? I've got along with Alice just fine until now. Is it because she's acting vulnerable due to the thunder and lightning? I thought this part of me died over three years ago... Perhaps I've spent too much time with her...If that's the case, going to work should help out with my own personal emotions. I can't allow myself to slip up!” Tohru bit her lip which caused some blood to drip down her chin. “Wow...Tohru really is in a bad mood. I want to help but I think it's best that I just stay quiet. But this freaking weather! I cant' stand it!” Alice stated in her mind. All Tohru could think about, was being at her house and holding Alice near her chest as she read a bed time story while cradling her while she was in just a diaper. The Amazon quickly hit the brakes as she came back to reality to realize that she had came close to hitting a car in front of her. “TOHRU! WHAT'S WRONG?” Alice yelled out. Her body tensed up at the sudden jolt from the car stopping, suddenly. “I'm sorry Alice...I haven't been myself lately. I promise to be a better mother to you.” Tohru wiped the blood from her lip as she pressed the gas pedal to continue to her destination. Alice wasn't certain by what she meant by being a better mother. She knew that they were playing the role of mother and daughter due to the ridiculous Amazon laws but she could tell there was a lot of meaning behind her words. After what felt like an eternity. Tohru had reached Serena's house as she pulled into the driveway. “This weather is unreal. I can barely see outside!” Alice stated as Alice opened her door and took her out of her booster seat. The combination of the harsh wind and rain had narrowed the visibility. “Good thing I brought a umbrella. We both would be soaked already if I didn't have it.” Tohru replied as the two of them walked towards the front door. A mixture of thunder and lightning could be felt and see above the two. Alice yelped out loud as she tightly held onto Tohru's chest. Despite the umbrella, Alice could feel the rain causing her to get wet. “This isn't good...If this continues...” Tohru rang the door bell while looking down at her adopted little. Tohru did her best to restrain herself. “Welcome, I'm glad that you two...”Serena was cutoff from her speech as Alice rushed into the house. Serena turned her head in shock to see the redheaded little breathing heavily while slightly soaked from the weather conditions. “I wasn't expecting that type of response.” Serena stated as Tohru walked inside the house and folded up her umbrella. “I can't stay long. I'm planning on putting some serious overtime at work today.” Tohru stated as she shook Serena's hand. “Can't you stay for a cup of coffee at least?” Serena asked with concern. “I'm good. I already had some this morning. Tohru went over to Alice and kneeled down so she was face to face with her. “I've got to get going. I'll be back late, so don't worry too much about me. Try to enjoy yourself.” Tohru stated as she hugged Alice. “Ugh...Okay...I will...Thank you Tohru.” Alice was cut off guard by the warm embrace. Not wanting to be rude, she hugged Tohru right back even though it felt a bit awkward for her. “We will get through this together!” Tohru stated as she lightly kissed Alice on her cheek. Alice blushed immensely from what just occurred. Serena held her hand to her mouth. She was astounded to what had just taken place. “Thanks again for looking after Alice.” Tohru stated as she opened up her umbrella and closed the door behind her. “What the hell was that all about!?” Alice stated in her mind. “Today has certainly started off unexpected.” Serena stated as she looked over at Alice. She noticed that the young girl was shaking, mostly due to the cold and wet weather. “Would you like me to fix you some hot chocolate? Serena asked “Please.” Alice felt out of place, both mentally from what just occurred and physically due to the rainstorm. “Go ahead and take a seat on the couch and make yourself at home. I'll wake up my daughter in just a moment.” Serena replied as she went into the kitchen. Alice slowly walked over to the couch as she tried to grasp at what had just occurred. Serena looked over two jars of hot chocolate powder. The only difference was that one of them was specifically made for little's. Which meant that if she wanted to, Serena could keep Alice under her control if she deemed so. “I promised Tohru that I wouldn't resort to such methods.” Serena sighed as she put away the powder meant for little's and used the normal chocolate powder and mixed it with the hot water she had in a glass cup. - - - - - - - - - - - “Aww...Solitude...It's been a while ...”Tohru stated to herself as she turned off her radio and enjoyed the sounds of the raindrops on her car as she headed to her work. She started to feel more like herself as she finally was alone in her car. “I don't think today will be much of a busy work day.” Tohru stated as she thought the weather would keep most of the Amazons indoors, so her job in security for a communications company would be rather light when it came to dealing with it's clients today. “I hope Alice and Serena get along. That would be so make life so much simpler.” Tohru started to remember what she did to Alice before she headed off to her work. “OH SHIT! What the hell is wrong with me!” Tohru stated out loud as she remembered that she had kissed Alice on her cheek. “God no! I hope she doesn't think any less of me.” The Amazon stated as she placed her hand on her forehead while keeping her eyes on the road. “I just want to protect her...and care for her...” Tohru loathed her feelings, seeing it as a betrayal to Alice. - - - - - - - - - “Here ya go! This should warm up your little body.” Serena stated as she took a seat next to Alice. “Ugh...Thanks.” Alice took a sip of the hot chocolate and immediately felt the warm sensation throughout her entire body. “This is some damn good stuff.” Alice stated as she took a larger sip of the warm liquid. “Thanks. It's something that you can't find in your average store.” Serena replied as a she looked over at Alice. “Wait...You didn't put anything into this....Did you?” Alice asked as she lowered the cup at looked up at the Amazon. “I would usually take such a question as offensive...But since we haven't exactly gotten along. I understand. And to answer your question, No! I didn't. If I did, you would have never found out.” Serena stated with a smirk. “Ironically, I actually believe you.” Alice took another sip of the hot chocolate, allowing herself to relax a bit. “I have to express my pleasant surprise. I didn't think that you and Tohru had bonded that much. It makes me happy to see, such progress.” Serena looked over Alice's clothes and put her hand on her arm to see that it was soaked from the storm. “I would appreciate if you wouldn't touch me so casually.” Alice stated with a serious tone. “I just wanted to see how wet your clothes were.” Serena stated as she stood up. “They are not that bad.” Alice lied to herself, she knew that she was soaked even though she was only outside for a couple minutes and even had the umbrella under her. “I will be back with my daughter and some clothes for you.” Serena replied as she left the living room. “I'm not wearing any damn diapers! Keep that in mind!” Alice yelled out as she finished her hot chocolate. For the next few minutes, Alice started to think about Tohru and how oddly she acted, it was out of character for her. She decided that when she came to pick her up that she would get straight to the point and ask Tohru what has been bothering her. Alice need answers to her lessen her concerns. “Momma. I'm still tired!” Jessie cried out as she was being held by Serena and being brought out into the living room. Alice looked on in disgust to see Jessie wearing a light blue nightie with her diaper available for view. “Just wait here for a moment and I'll be back with your ba ba and if you want, I'll put on some cartoons for you to watch, okay darling?” Serena stated as she placed Jessie into a playpen that was sitting near the television area. “Now as for you, I want you to put this one. The bathroom is down the hall, you can go ahead and change in there.” Serena replied as she handed Alice a outfit. And don't worry. I'm not planning on putting you into a diaper...That is unless you wet and or mess yourself.” Alice ignored Serena as she looked over the outfit. She noticed that it was colored both white and black and felt soft, like touching the fur from an animal. “What the hell is this?” Alice asked as she looked up at the Amazon. “It's a onesie. A cute panda onesie to be exact.” Serena stated. “Your kidding if you think I'm going to put something like this on!” Alice threw the outfit on the floor and stood up. “Think about it. I didn't see you coming with any additional clothing to wear and I don't want Tohru to get pissed off at me, if you catch a cold because of the wet clothes you have on. Besides, it's not like we are going to be heading anywhere today with the weather like this!” Serena picked up the onesie and held it out in front of Alice's face. “Don't you have something more mature for me to wear!?” Alice hated at how rationally specific, Serena was to her. “Heh, I've got other...More infantile outfits if you would like to check out.” Serena brushed her hair a bit, knowing that she had boxed the little into a situation that she couldn't control. Alice thought about her options. She could continue to object and disobey but she hated the way her sweats felt. Alice also took a look at the outside window to see nothing but dark grey skies and the whistling noises of the wind and rain coming through the cracks of the windows. “I can't exactly leave here, either.” Alice sighed and decided that it was better than what Jessie was wearing and headed into the hallway with the outfit. “Mama?” Jessie asked as she started to scratch her eyes. “Yes dear?” Serena asked as she turned her head to focus on her little. “Was that...Alice?” Jessie asked. “It sure was.” Serena replied as she headed to the kitchen. Jessie's eyes started to open even wider from the revelation that her close friend had finally come back to her. “Thank goodness these are not wet.” Alice stated as she looked over her panties after taking off her shoes and then her sweat pants and shirt. “I bet that bitch had this all planned out from the beginning.” Alice stated to herself she looked over the onesie and saw the zipper on the back to open it up. “God...This is humiliating.” Alice slowly put her legs into the outfit. Alice expected to feel awful but was actually surprised at how comfortable the inside of the material was. “If my parents saw me like this...I would commit suicide.” Alice put her arms through the onesie and then she slowly began to zip up the outfit from her back. After she finished zipping the outfit on. Alice took a glimpse of herself in a mirror near the door. “Just awful...It' even got a tail.” Alice slightly bent over so her butt was in full view. She noticed the puffy panda tail that was apart of the outfit. “This must be the area to make diaper changing much easier...So disgusting.” Alice noticed the snaps near the crotch area of the outfit. Before leaving, Alice noticed that the outfit also had a hoodie. Out of curiosity, she decided to put it over her head. She noticed the fluffy small ears that were attached to the hoodie of the onesie. “...I look like a damn furry!” Alice had a friend in high school that brought her to a convention that was filled with people that shared the interest in wearing animals costumes for fun or for pleasure and that was how she learned about the definition of the word, furry. With the exception of the front of her face, her entire body was covered by the onesie, even her hands and feet were no exception. “This is ridiculous.” Alice removed the hoodie part of the onesie and exited the bathroom. “My goodness. Aren't you just adorable!” Serena stated as she walked over to Alice as the little entered back into the living room. “Your the last person I want to hear that from.” Alice turned her attention to Jessie who was sucking on a bottle in her playpen. “Yo! Let me guess, your probably incapable of human speech, isn't that right, dumb ass?.” Alice stated as she sat back down on the couch. She felt very warm and secure with her new outfit but she would never admit it. “What the hell are you talking about? Of course I can talk, you dummy!” Jessie stated as she removed the bottle from her mouth. Alice's mouth was wide as it could be due to the sheer shock and awe that she was witnessing. “Jessie, your back to your normal self again!” Alice rushed over to the playpen. She wanted to give her longtime buddy a hug but due to the size of the playpen, she had no way of doing so. “Here...Let me help you in.” Serena quickly scooped Alice up by her arms and placed the girl into the playpen with Jessie. Alice gave Serena a look of frustration but decided it would not do any good and she turned her attention to her friend and quickly embraced her with a tight hug. Jessie was caught off guard at first but then countered with her own hug. “Now you two play nicely, while mommy cleans up in the kitchen. Oh and Jessie, no more bad words, okay!” “Serena stated as she exited to the kitchen. Okay, mommy.” Jessie replied as the two little's sat down to catch up on lost time. “It's so damn good to see you back to normal self compared to how you were, two days ago.” Alice stated with a smile. “What are you talking about? I've always been myself. Nothing has ever changed. In fact, I think it's you that has changed.” Jessie replied as she sucked down some of her juice in her bottle. “That's a good one, Jessie. But now's not the time for jokes. To tell you the truth, I've actually found a way to get myself out of this freaky dimension. I'm still working on a way to get you and Aura out of here. It's going to take some time but I won't let you two down.” Alice stated as she gave a v sign with her two fingers, indicting, victory. “What the heck are you going on about? I am home. You're acting weird.” Jessie stated as she some drool came down her chin. “HUH! THE FUCK?” Alice what a loss. She wasn't expecting such a response which caught her off guard. “Watch the potty language! I don't want mommy to get angry at us!” A loud crinkling noise could be heard from Jessie's diaper as she shifted her position of seating. “First off, this isn't your home...This is the twilight zone where all the weird crap goes on. And second … What's all this mommy bullshit. Your real mom is back in our dimension, probably freaking out that you haven't returned home.” Alice responded. “I have no idea what you are talking about. I only have one mommy and that's the mommy in the kitchen right now.” Jessie could feel her diaper becoming warmer as she relaxed herself and wet herself. Alice remembered what Tohru had told her about the influence of the Amazons and their ability to manipulate little's. “Wait just a moment...Are you telling me that you don't remember where we were over a week ago?” Alice asked as she started t look a bit worried. “My mind is a little fuzzy on that but I do remember that you, me, and Aura were about to graduate from preschool and we spent our free time in daycare if I remember correctly. “ Jessie stated. “Oh my god. It's actually that bad!...”Alice stated to herself as she sighed in disappointment. “What are you talking about? Did you go poopy in your diapy?” Jessie stated as she finished off her bottle. “Do you not remember that we got sucked into this dimension by accident and were being chased by a bunch of crazy ass Amazons? Alice was desperate to hope that Jessie had some recollection before she was captured by Serena. “Hmm...I remember that we got ourselves lost when we went on an adventure...But thankfully my mommy found me and brought me back home. I love her so much!” Jessie stated as she smiled gleefully. Alice cringed at how brainwashed her friend had become. “This is just messed up!” Alice stated in her mind as she watched her friend crawl over to some coloring books. “I bored with talking, let's do some coloring together!” Jessie stated with excitement as she grabbed some crayons near her and opened up a picture book near her. “This is far worse than I could have imagined.” Alice stated to herself as she got back onto her feet. “Just a moment. I need to have a talk with...Your dearest mommy.” Alice shuttered at saying that word. Alice tried to find a way to open the playpen but she couldn't find any switch and she had no way of climbing out since it was over seven feet tall. “HEY SERENA, I NEED TO SPEAK WITH YOU FOR A MOMENT!” Alice yelled out, hoping to get the Amazon's attention. Thankfully, her plea didn't fall on death ear as Serena entered the living room. “What is it? Do you need to go potty?”Serena replied in a babyish tone. “Of course not...I need to talk to you about Jessie. It's serious, alright!” Alice stated while placing her hands on her waist. “We will have plenty of time to talk about that subject, later...For now, you should spend some time with your friend and enjoy playtime together.” Serena gave off a wicked smile as she exited back into the kitchen. “That bitch! I can tell that she's enjoying every minute of this!” Alice stated silently as she clinched her fists. Alice! Help me with this drawing! It's a princess but I can't stay inside the lines!” Jessie whined, hoping to get her friends attention. “Hell...I truly am in hell.” Alice stated to herself as she walked back over to Jessie to assist her with the drawing, hoping that it would make the time go by faster. - - - - - - - - “Class, I would like introduce you to our newest student who also happens to be my adopted daughter. Her name is Aura. Please make her feel at home.” Amber stated as she held Aura near her chest on front of her students. “Hello Aura!” The whole class mixed with little's and Amazonian toddlers replied in union together. “This is so embarrassing!” Aura stated in her mind. She was wearing a dark purple dress and pink diaper that was fully exposed. She was comfortable wearing such attire around her mommy and Kyle but she wasn't prepared to be shown off to a bunch of strangers. Amber gently padded Aura's butt as she placed her inside the vast and large playpen where all her students were sitting. Aura could see that Kyle was sitting left of her which helped calm her down a bit. To her right, she saw a boy but he looked to be a bit taller and thicker looking “He must be a Amazonian toddler, just like Crystal.” Aura stated “Alright class, today I'm going to read you all a fairy tale story, so be sure to pay attention, because we are going to have a quiz on it and I'll be calling on some of you at random, to read your answers.” Amber stated as she handed out a paper and crayon to each student. “Looks like there is around a twenty of us. I thought it would be more...Thank goodness.” Aura stated to herself. Aura felt someone poking on her back. She turned to see a little with tan colored skin and long dark brown hair. “You must be the portal little that Kyle was talking about. My name is Shauna, pleased to meet you. I'm a native little from this city.” The girl stated with a smile. “Ugh...Thank you...It's a pleasure as well. My name is Aura...And ya...I'm not from around here.” Aura felt conflicted. Part of her, secretly enjoyed being in the Amazon's dimension but another part of her missed her family from her own dimension. Shauna noticed Aura's melancholy expression. “It's rough at first. Trust me, I would know. I had planned on going to a college for little's but the government shut down the institution and only gave us the option of either going to a reform school or place ourselves up for adoption at one the facilities. Of course I chose the latter. I didn't want to lose everything I knew about myself and to start over from scratch. Thankfully the mommy and daddy that chose to adopt me were super nice. They didn't forcefully baby me. It was a slow process but I eventually grew to enjoy and accept my new role as their daughter. Of course, diapers and bottle feedings were something that I had to get used too. I didn't like it at first but soon I grew accustomed to it just like breathing the fresh air.”Aura knew that Shauna was trying to get on friendly terms with her. “I appreciate it. It's been a rough couple days being here. By the way, your onesie is super cute!” Aura replied she looked at Shauna's outfit. It was dark green which covered her from her neck to her feet. “Thanks! My mommy is so thoughtful. I especially love when she takes me to the playground. It feels like that all my troubles and worries just float away. Is that the same with your mommy?” The native little asked. Aura blushed when she was asked. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized at how comforting it was when she was being nursed by Amber. “Hey Aura, Shauna...Pay attention!” Kyle stated as the two little's looked up at Amber to see that she was waiting for the two of them to quit talking. “Are we done?” Amber asked as she held a book with her right hand and took a seat on her desk. “Sorry teacher...I was just welcoming our new friend and classmate.” Shauna stated before quieting herself. “Sorry...Mommy.” Aura stated with hesitation. “That's okay. I'll allow it. Just no more talky until lunch time.” Amber replied as she opened the book. Aura looked at the paper in front of her. It was a simple pick your answer type of quiz. “I feel like I'm back in elementary school.” Aura stated in her mind . - - - - - - - - - Holy shit...It's only noon!?” Alice looked up at a clock near her. Boredom from coloring and playing with blocks even if it was with her close friend, it was not stimulating any excitement. “What's wrong Alice, you not having any fun?” Jessie stated as she continued to focus on building her castle with the toy blocks around her. “Was it really that obvious? Unbelievable! How can you possibly enjoy this crap?” Alice laid motionless on the carpet floor. She felt prisoner to the playpen that surrounded her. “It's lunch time you two. I bet your both starving.” Serena entered the living. Jessie crawled over to her mommy. The crinkling sound of her diaper made Alice sick to her stomach. “Did you two enjoy your playtime together?” Serena picked up Jessie and held her closely while patting her head. “I am, but I think Alice is being a grumpy head, she seems to be in a bad mood right now.” Jessie replied. “I'm sure she has her reasons.” Serena stated as she smirked at Alice before bringing her daughter into the kitchen and putting her into a high chair. “I wasn't counting on Jessie being this messed up in the head. That may prove to be a problem if I want to help her escape this place.” Alice looked up at the ceiling as he contemplated her possible options. “I bet your eager to get out of there.” Serena stated as she looked down at Alice. “I'm eager to get the hell out of this dimension!” Alice replied as she started to stand up. “I don't doubt that.” Serena quickly picked Alice up and out of the playpen and carried her into the kitchen. “You realize that I can walk, right?” Alice wanted to slug Serena in her jaw. “I know, but it's more fun this way.” Serena winked as she placed Alice into a high chair of her own and locked it into place. “What the hell!? Didn't you promise Tohru that you would treat me with the same respect that you would with her?” Alice struggled to free herself while Jessie watched on with curiosity. “To be exact...I only promised her that I wouldn't do anything to mentally or physically regress you. But if you continue to act up...I just may have to resort to such drastic actions.” Serena replied as she grabbed a bowl of macaroni and cheese and placed it on Jessie's table. “Thank you mommy! “Jessie wasted no time and grabbed a fork and began to chow down the food in front of her. “It's my pleasure, darling.” Serena replied as she placed a similar looking bowl in front of Alice. Alice felt her stomach rumbling, she knew that she was hungry but didn't want to give the Amazon that was in front of her the pleasure of her desperation. “Don't worry, this mac and cheese doesn't have anything in it that would regress you...But I could put some special cheese on it, if that is what you would like.” Serena enjoyed the control and power that she had over the distraught little. “No thanks.” Alice gave of an obvious forced smile as she took the fork in front of her and began to eat her food. “What the!? This is good...No it's damn good. I haven't had mac and cheese this tasty in forever.” Alice stated in her mind. Serena went over to fix herself a cup of coffee, she took a quick glimpse of how cute Alice looked as she sat in her high chair while wearing a onesie. The only thing that was missing was the diaper underneath it. “We can have our serious talk after lunch, okay Alice.” Serena stated as she waited for her coffee to cool off a bit. Alice nodded as she continued to scarf down the bowl of mac and cheese. “Mommy, it's still raining outside. Please make it stop. I wanna go exploring!” Jessie whimpered as she began to mess her diaper. “Be patient, darling. It won't last forever.” Serena went over and wiped the cheese that covered her daughters face. “Looks like my baby made a messy. Hurry up and finish and I'll get you changed into a nice fresh diapy!” Serena kissed Jessie on her nose. Alice looked on in disgust. “I'm finished. I've lost my appetite.” Alice put her fork down on the table. “Looks like you have enough for two more bites. Please be a good girl for your aunty and finish it off.” Serena pinched Alice on her cheek, causing the girl to seethe in anger. “Calm down, this is what she wants. If I get out of line, I'll end up just like Jessie.” Alice gritted her teeth as she finished off her meal after taking a few minutes to cool off. “You two have been so well behaved. I think that calls for a reward. But first, let's get you out of that stinky diapy!” Serena took Jessie out of her high chair and walked over to Alice's high chair. “I trust that you can help yourself out.” Serena stated as she removed the lock from the high chair. “Dear god, Jessie...Did you just actually shit yourself!” Alice pinched her nose as she hopped off the high chair. “I would rather be a stinky girl than one with a stinky mouth!” Jessie stuck her tongue out at Alice as they reentered the living room. Serena chuckled to herself at the response. “This is beyond fucked.” Alice quietly whispered to herself as she walked back into the living room. “Alice, can you be a dear and grab me a spare diaper in Jessie's nursery?” Serena stated as she laid out a blanket and placed her daughter onto it. “Are you for real?” Alice asked as she looked at Serena with utter disgust. Serena ignored her as she removed Jessie's diaper and began to wipe her away the mess she made. “Fine...”Alice decided to head into the hallway, The last thing she wanted to see, was her close friend being changed. “This must be it...Jesus...Talk about overdoing it!” Alice opened a door to see a nursery with pink colored walls and white colored furniture that would look adequate for a newborn baby...But for someone in their late teens, that was just pathetic. Alice thought. Alice saw a pair of diapers near a changing table. “Why the fuck doesn't she just change her in here?” Alice remembered that Serena was being a deceitful bitch, which explained her actions. “I don't know how much more of this I can take!” Alice grabbed one of the diapers and exited the nursery. “Who's a good girl?...Yes Yes...You are!”Serena was tickling Jessie on her bare stomach as Alice walked towards the couple in the living room. “Thank you Alice.” Serena replied as the redheaded little handed her the diaper. Alice made sure to not make any eye contact with Jessie. She already felt like she was going to throw up and she did not want to see anything that could make it worse. “Hey Alice...Aren't you going to get your diaper changed?” Jessie stated as Serena began to apply the tapes to her new diaper. Alice ignored her as she took a seat on the couch and looked out the window to see that the weather had not improved whatsoever. “Alice doesn't wear diapers, Jessie. She thinks that she is a big girl, isn't that funny?” Serena Gently helped Jessie onto her feet. “It is! Hehe. She likes playing pretend!” Serena picked up her adopted daughter and sat on the couch and placed the girl on her lap. “Are you ready for desert?” Serena stated as she started to take off her shirt. “Yes, mommy!” Jessie replied as she licked her lips. “WAIT A MOMENT! Your not going to do that nasty shit in front of me!” Alice hopped off the couch, preparing to walk away from the scene. “This is perfectly normal for both Amazons and little's. Besides, I thought we were going to have a serious discussion about my daughter, among other things.” Serena removed her bra. Jessie didn't waste a moment and opened her mouth and began to suck on Serena's right breast. “We can have this discussion later, when I'm not so repulsed.” Alice was about to head back into the kitchen. “Don't you want to know how long Jessie would remain under the influence of being regressed? I can tell you if you are still curious. Besides, they are plenty of things I would like to talk to you about. For example...About having my daughter return to the dimension that you two came from...” Alice turned her head in shock. “Is she being serious? I doubt it...But if she is giving the possibility of allowing Jessie to return to normal and go back to her family...I can't waste the chance!” Alice bit her lip as she walked back and sat on the couch, keeping herself distant from Serena, whom was nursing one of her closest friends. “So, how's Tohru? Hasn't she been lovely to be around?” Serena asked as she made herself more comfortable. “Why do you care? Besides, weren't we going to have a talk about giving my friend back to me.” Alice had a hard time showing her displeasure at seeing her friend being breast fed, right in front of her. “We will get to that. But I would like your personal opinion on Tohru. I've known her since my days when I was doing shady work for the wrong type of people. She really helped straightening me out when I was at my worst.” Serena stated. “She's been...Kind and supportive of me. Unlike every freaking Amazon in this damn dimension!” Alice crossed her arms together as she began to relax a bit more. “That's good to hear. To be perfectly honest, I haven't seen her so happy for over three years. You are like a blessing in disguise for that woman.” Serena replied. “What do you mean?” Alice was curious about knowing of Tohru's past. “Tohru is strong...However strength can only get you so far, especially with what happened a couple years ago.” Serena gently patted Jessie's head as she continued to nurse. “What happened to her?” Alice wanted to know about the mystery of Tohru's past. “I promised Tohru that I would not bring up the subject and I plan to honor her request...So if you want to know...You will need to ask her.” Alice's hopes were dashed when Serena refused to speak about it. “You really must really enjoy watching me suffer.” Alice replied as she put her head on the the armrest of the couch. “True, it's does give me some amusement. But it's also because you refuse to accept your role as a little.” Serena stated. “What I refuse, is to be babied and turned into a mindless drooling idiot!” Alice replied with anger. “That's just only a small part of it. The more important aspect, is the bonding experience between a Amazon and a little. Their truly is nothing like it. Even I'm surprised at how much I've grown to love Jessie. I'm so thankful to have her in my life.” Serena placed a rag on her shoulder as she started to pat Jessie's back, trying to help burp her. “The only reason that someone like Jessie is even putting up with it, is because she has been brainwashed by your Amazon voodoo crap! She would never put up with something like this if she were in the right mindset.” Alice retorted. “Perhaps...But you have to keep in mind that our breast milk only works in temporary regression. If she truly felt ill about her current upbringing, she would have said something to you...Did she bring anything like that up?” Serena asked. “Of course not! She's under the impression that you have always been her mom and that we had just graduated from preschool when in fact, we were about to graduate from high school! So don't try to act all high and mighty in front of me and make excuses!.” Alice responded. “Pity. I thought we could reach some sort of understanding. Then again, you are just a little that doesn't know what's best for you.” Serena started to exit the living room while holding her Jessie in her arms. “What about are conversation about giving my friend back to me? Alice yelled out. “Oh...About that. It was just an excuse so we could talk. I have no intentions of giving up my daughter.” Serena laughed as she brought Jessie into her nursery. “How much longer am I going to have to put up with this?” Alice's thoughts were on Tohru, hoping that she would back soon to free her from the confines of being babysat by her friend. “I'm fucking pissed.” Alice saw a remote laying on the coffee table and grabbed it. “I need something to distract me from this misery.” Alice fiddled with the remote and pressed the power button. Alice hopped back onto the couch as she tried to find a way to relax and not want to bash Serena's head in. “All right children, let's go and make some new friends!” A amazon woman replied while wearing an outfit that looked like something that would belong to a witch or a wizard. The children were all little's that were wearing nothing but their shirts and diapers as they followed the Amazon. “Just awful.” Alice was about to change the channel but shes stopped short of doing so as a relaxing melody began to play in the background of the show. Alice froze in place over the oddly relaxing sounds coming from the television. “My body...It's not wanting to move!” Any sense of anxiety that Alice was beginning to feel, was starting to diminish. “Is this, that hypnotizing crap!?” Alice tried to close her eyes but they were glued to the screen of the television. “No it can't be. I would be repulsed by this...I wonder what type of adventure they are going on?” Alice placed the remote next to her as she positioned herself to sit cross legged and allowed herself to be absorbed by the sights and sounds on the television. - - - - - - - - - - - “So Tohru, I heard that you adopted yourself a little of your own. How does it feel to a parent? Pretty exciting huh?” A co-worker stated as she entered the break room to see Tohru on a smoke break “It's...Different. I'm still trying to figure things out.” Tohru stated as she took a puff from her cigarette. “I'm surprised that you decided to not use your paternity leave. I guess taking a pay-cut was not on the cards.” The co-working replied as he lit up his own cigarette. “There are three things guaranteed in the world. Life, death, and bills...The latter is the worst.” Tohru chuckled to herself. “Tell me about it. At least on days like this we can unwind a bit. The weather is perfect to keep the work level at a minimum.” The co-worker looked outside the window to see the nonstop downpour. “I wonder what Alice is doing right now?” Tohru was interrupted from her daydreaming as the co-worker slapped her on the back. “So how long are you scheduled for your shift?” The co-worker asked. “It's around two right now. I'll be off around nine tonight.” Tohru responded as she looked at her watch. “Wow, you must really need the pay if you need to put in that much overtime. Don't push yourself, okay?” The co-worker replied as he put out his cigarette and exited the break room. Tohru waved back as she continued to wander about with her thoughts about Alice and her current relationship with her. - - - - - - - - - - - - After placing Jessie into her crib for her afternoon nap, Serena walked back into the living room to see the television on and that Alice was currently fixated on a program. “What's caught your interest?” Serena was curious to what Alice was focused on. She turned her head to see that she was watching. It was a learning show that educated little's on the power of friendship and happiness. Serena immediately knew that the program was one of the several shows that was not friendly to a little's mindset. The Amazon rushed over with the intent of changing the channel but at the last moment, she decided against it. “Perhaps, this would be for the best. A little regression wouldn't be so bad for her.” Serena smirked as she took a glimpse at Alice. The young redhead was so engrossed into the show that she didn't even realize that she was drooling a little bit. “I think I'll start the preparations for dinner.” Serena hummed a song to herself as she went into the kitchen. “That Amazon is so pretty and nice. Unlike that bully that's babysitting me!” Alice felt her body becoming warmer as she began to feel the effects of the hypnosis as her eyes continued to focus on the television screen.

The article draws a very long bow, and the last few paragraphs are IMHO a fanciful extrapolation of the concept beyond what is reasonable, but bear with me and I might be able at least the first paragraphs a bit. It makes some sense if you were raised in a strict Orthodox or Evangelical family and were no doubt given religious instruction basically from birth. Y'see. I think he's saying that Jesus, who is God (or part of the triune Godhead, but this isn't a theology lesson), accepted all the limitations of becoming fully human, with all the weaknesses and frailty which that entailed (compared with being able to speak universes into existence and such), including that of mortality, and childhood incontinence. He did not strictly speaking need to do this, but in fact chose to. Implying that somewhere within his infinite wisdom even God himself chose to experience the love of a mother, and the sensation of helplessness and diaper dependence (even if it was just a means to an end). Equally, he also didn't need to die a hideous and painful death on a cross only to descend into hell to atone for the sins of all mankind, but he chose to do that too, out of love for humanity and those who repent of their sins and place their faith in his mercy and loving sacrifice. If you bother to read the bible (not just listen to a Preacher) Christianity is a beautiful religion, full of love, forgiveness and and a genuine understanding of what it is to be human, and what it is to make mistakes. Not about guilt and prudishness. For what it's worth, "the Pharisees" (the group most criticized by Christ himself) were at the time considered the holiest of holy Joe's, with sticks jammed so far up their backsides so as to challenge Fred Phelps. Christ himself spent most of his time hanging out with prostitutes, thieves and tax collectors. The underworld or lower classes of the day. Those who knew they'd done wrong and needed help. I guess the take-away point is that "On some level, even God almighty chose to wear diapers." (implying that there isn't anything wrong with it from a Christian perspective, which i don't think there really is, just a broader societal misunderstanding.) DISCLAIMER: This is not necessarily my opinion, just paraphrasing the years of indoctrination religious instruction I received as a child growing up. It is not intend to offend anyone, but rather explain the context of the article. So if something in my post causes you offense, my sincerest apologies, I do not want to spread hate, or misinformation, and religious discussions tend to be polarizing. So please forgive anything I've said to which you may take offense, and please remain peaceful and harmonious.

Ironically I would have released this chapter earlier but I had a file corruption on my computer and so all my work was lost...Let's just say I wasn't too thrilled about it. As usual. I did only a quick skim through the chapter, so hopefully most of the work is readable. Enjoy! Chapter 11 Kyle was sitting on a chair in the principals office while his mommy was having a discussion with the headmaster of the school. “I hope mommy finishes soon, I really need a change.” Kyle stated in his mind as he started to feel his diaper becoming warmer and wetter by the minute. We would be honored to have your daughter enrolled into our school. We actually have been interested in having more little's join our school system. It's certainly a win-win for you, since you also work here as well, Amber.” The principal stated as he filled out some paperwork at his desk. “Thank you Principal Johnson, this will make my life a whole lot easier and cheaper. Daycare costs are just outrageous!” Amber stated as she held Aura in her arms. “I can't believe I'm going back into kindergarten! I was about to graduate from high school in my world...Well at least, mommy will be my teacher, so it's not so bad.” Aura stated in her mind as she sucked on her thumb. “I'm sure that you already know, but the school policy states that it is mandatory for all little's to be in diapers.” The principal stated as she handed some files to Amber. “I'm fully aware and that won't be an issue here. My little princess woves her diapy's,doesn't she? Amber patted Aura's padded butt which caused her to whimper a little. “So Kyle, how does it feel to have a sister?” The principal asked as he stood up. “It's pretty awesome. Aura is a great sister to be around.” Kyle replied as he got up from his chair. “That's great to hear from one of our brightest little's. Speaking of which, me and my wife recently adopted a little of our own...Unfortunately she wasn't being very cooperative so we had to put her into a reform school for roughly three weeks. We preferred to have her to be able to speak and walk, but after some dramatic outbursts that our little made in the reform school, they had to take some drastic measures with her. So they had to regress her through hypnotics and medicine. She is currently the most adorable and obedient baby girl I've ever seen. My wife is currently nursing her back at the house. She may never be able to speak or walk again but it's not necessary for our baby.” The principal stated. Kyle winced at the thought of one of the reform schools. He knew of several little's that were unlucky enough to find themselves in such a predicament. And everyone that had come out of the reform school, was a completely different person before they came in. “Thankfully, Aura has been very mature about her new lifestyle. I wouldn't trade her in for anything.” Amber gently kissed Aura on the cheek as she stood up from the chair. “I know you had planned on working today and not using your paternity leave but I would insist that you take the day off and spend it with your little's. I will make sure that you are paid for your full salary when I go talk to HR.” The principal escorted Amber to the exit of the office. “Are you sure? This is quite unexpected.” Amber stated with a worried look. “This won't be an issue, I'll just consolidate your students with Mrs Roxanne's classroom for today.” The principal stated. “So I get a three day weekend!” Kyle looked excited at the news as he followed where his mommy was. “Don't get to excited, when we get back, I'm going to give you some homework.” Amber stated. Kyle lowered his head in disappointment. “Starting on Wednesday I'll be out of the office for a couple weeks, so I can take advantage of my vacation time with my wife and little. So Vice principal Victoria will be in charge if you have any questions. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day, Amber.” The principal shook Amber's hand before heading back into his office. “Um...Mommy, I've got a question.” Aura stated with a timid tone in her voice. “What is it, princess?” Amber asked as she headed out to the car while holding onto Aura in her left hand and holding Kyle's hand with her right. “Since I'll be going back to school...Will Alice and Jessie be joining me? I would love that. They are my best friends.” Aura noticed her mommy beginning to check her diaper through her onesie as she was being placed into the booster seat. “Looks like your dry...Now to answer your question, I know that Serena wanted to keep Jessie in a more regressed lifestyle unlike what I'm doing for you and your brother.” Amber began to check Kyle's diaper. “You don't need to check, I really need a change, mommy!” Kyle stated as he was placed into the backseat of the car and started to lay down. “I could try to convince Serena to enroll her daughter into our school but I don't think it will for a while.” Amber lowered Kyle's pants and began to remove his diaper. “As for your other friend...Alice...That's a huge unknown. It really all comes down to Tohru's decision making. Preferably, I would like to see her to take a more intimate relationship with her adopted daughter. However that is out of my hands. But I promise that I will do whatever I can if your friends want to enroll into the school and further their education.” Amber replied as she started to wipe down Kyle's genitals and apply some baby powder right after. “I miss them so much.” Aura felt more at ease being around his new mommy and brother but still sought the comfort of her best friends. “I'll set a appointment for a play date with you and your two friends. Would you like to join, Kyle?” Amber asked as she finished applying the tapes to his new diaper. “As long as we are not playing with dollies, I would love it!” Kyle stated as he put his thumb into his mouth. “Sucking on your thumb is not healthy for you. Here, let this soothe you.” Amber placed a pacifier in Kyle's mouth as she began to buckle him into his booster seat. Kyle knew about the special effects that pacifier had on little's but he actually enjoyed it. It allowed him to be more carefree and happier. “Before we stop home, I'll get us something to eat, do you have any suggestions, Aura?” Amber asked as she started her car. “I haven't had a Cesar salad in a while. Do you have anything like that in this dimension?” Aura asked. “Of course, that's not normally a meal for a little, but I will indulge you..” Amber wanted Aura to embrace her new life but also wanted to keep her has happy as possible without resorting to the usual methods that Amazons used on little's. - - - - - - - - - - “So this is the place. It's freaking huge! It's like a sports arena.” Alice looked up to see a sign that said New Haven Community Center. “This place houses multiple events such as live theater, art exhibitions, and of course the martial arts tournament that you will be joining in.” Tohru stated as she held Alice's hand as they entered the building. “Jeez, it's so crowded. I almost feel like I'm in a mall...For giants.” Alice made sure to stay close to Tohru, she didn't want to find herself lost and gain the attention of all the baby crazed Amazon's that took a few quick glimpses at her as they walked passed them. “I believe that there is currently a college basketball game underway in one of the gymnasiums here, that probably the reason it's so busy. Also, this building is one of the biggest tourist attractions for portal little's. If we are lucky, we may pass by a group of people from your dimension.” Tohru stated as she continued to onward to their destination. “I would rather not.” Alice didn't want visitors taking pictures of her by accident. The last thing she wanted was to have anyone from her dimension to know that she was currently residing in the Amazonian world. “Take a look, Alice. See all the Amazons playing basketball. Is it any different from your type of basketball?” Tohru asked as they took a glimpse of the gymnasium that was housing the basketball game. “It looks pretty similar to ours with the exception that all the guys look like they could already belong in the NBA. Damn this crazy.” Alice stated as she scratched her head. A few Amazons near her, took notice of her language and gave Tohru a dirty look. Tohru immediately knew that Alice was getting a bit too comfortable and needed to warn her before the situation escalated. “Sorry to be obtuse, but I'm going to need you to watch the language. We don't want to attract any unwanted attention.” Tohru stated as she kneeled down and whispered into Alice's ear. “Are you serious. I can't say damn!... Well, Damn...That sucks ass.” Alice whispered back, she decided to keep her mouth shut as she noticed that a few of the Amazons around them began to give her a displeased look. The duo continued to walk for a few more minutes before Tohru spotted a door with a sign that read, martial arts registration. “Looks like we found the place.” Tohru stated as they entered through the door and found themselves inside a similar gymnasium that had several padded mats surrounding the area. “Welcome to the New Haven Martial Arts Registration. I assume that you are here to enter your little for the upcoming competition that will be taking place in roughly two weeks.” The employee asked “That's right. I hope this will be good enough to have my daughter registered.” Tohru stated as she handed the temporary adoption certificate and her license over to the employee. Alice felt a bit awkward when Tohru announced that she was her mom, despite everything that they have been through. “Looks all good here...Wait a minute...” The employee stated with a shocked look on her face. Alice was worried that she did something that she wasn't suppose to when the employee took a quick glimpse at her and then at Tohru. “Is there something wrong?” Tohru asked “Could...Could you be...Tohru The Titan, Sierra?” The employee asked “That would be me. I'm surprised you remember that nickname. I haven't gone by that since I quit the profession over four years ago. Tohru stated with a smirk. “I know...I'm not suppose to do this and I'm probably out of line here...But...Can I please get your autograph!? You are a legend in the community!” The employee asked as she handed Tohru a blank sheet of paper and a pen with it. Tohru nodded her head and took the pen and paper to sign her signature. Alice knew that Tohru was a martial artist but she was surprised to see how vast her reputation was. “Thank you SO much! This is unexpected but so awesome!” The employee stated as she took the paper and pen back from Tohru. Alice was very curious about Tohru. She knew next to nothing about her. While she enjoyed her company and the way she treated her, she wanted to get to know her even more so. “You are such a lucky little. I'm so envious.” The employee stated as she looked over at Alice. “So...What's the cost going to be?” Tohru stated as she tried to change the subject. “Oh...That will be ten thousand dollars.” The employee stated. “Are you serious!? It went up that much! Why so expensive?” Tohru asked “The reason is, that not many parents are interested in bringing their little's to participate in a contact sport. Every year, the number of little's that enter our local tournament have dwindled. Last year we were able to get sixty four participants and this year, we will be lucky to get thirty two. If it were to get under sixteen, we would have to cancel the whole thing since it would not be cost effective to hold such an event. “ Alice was worried that her best chance for getting home was going to be put on hold. “So how many participants do you currently have?” Tohru asked. “Twenty four, so there isn't a chance of the tournament being closed down, but I worry that our prestigious sport will go extinct in the near future.” The employee replied. Alice breathed a sigh of relief but Tohru was feeling the opposite. “Ten grand...That maybe too much for me.” Tohru stated in her mind. The employee noticed her distressed expression and offered a solution. “I'm not suppose to do this but since you did me a favor, I will do one for you. I'll give you our MVP discount which will lower the price down to three grand. How's that sound?” The employee asked. “That would be incredible. Thank you so much.” Tohru replied as she handed her credit card to the employee. “Here is your receipt and here is a list of the rewards that you can attain if your little comes out victorious, which I'm sure she will.” The employee handed the receipt and the checklist of rewards. Tohru smiled as she looked at all the options that amounted to nothing compared to the one on the bottom of the checklist. Tohru check marked the box and handed back to the employee. “Umm. Excuse me...Ms Sierra...But I think you may have checked off the wrong box. Did you mean to check of the one above it where you little would get a free trip to tattle toy land?” The employee asked. “Nope...I selected the one that both me and my daughter want.” Tohru replied as she looked over at Alice to see her look of satisfaction. “But...No on ever chooses this...I mean if it's what you want...I guess it's okay. But do you really want to allow your baby girl to go back to her dimension?” The employee asked with a worried tone. “Their is always a first time for everything.” Tohru decided to head to the exit while holding onto Alice's hand. “Oh! Before you go, can you answer one more question for me?” The employee asked. “Sure, go ahead.” Tohru replied. “Four years ago, you managed to make it to the semi-finals of the world martial arts tournament and if I remember correctly, you were favored to win. But at the last moment before your match, you decided to forfeit your fight. Why did you do that?” The employee asked. Alice was curious as well as she awaited for an answer. “Well...Let's just say...It was a family matter...I'm just going to leave it at that.” Tohru stated as she headed towards the exit. Alice was disappointed to hear her caretakers vague answer. “I bet your glad to be out of their.” Tohru asked as the two of them exited the community center. “I'll be even more thankful when I'm finally out of this dimension.” Alice stated. She wanted to know more about Tohru but decided that it wasn't the best time to pry on the Amazon. - - - - - - - - - Serena smiled as she pushed her stroller throughout the local zoo. She was taking several pictures of the exotic animals that were out for show. “Looky Jessie! See the scary tiger? She looks just like you!” Serena pointed her finger at the tiger that was sleeping inside it's cage. Jessie didn't look to be too thrilled as she sat in her stroller. She was currently wearing a onesie that had the same colors as a tiger and also including a matching tail and ears. “Are we almost done, mommy? I'm getting hungry!” Jessie stated as she whined a little. Serena was thrilled that her newly adopted daughter had finally accepted her as her parent after all the hassles she went through the previous few days. Serena was convinced that her breast milk had a major effect on her little, which was one of the reasons as to why she was so complacent and well spoken. “Is my little darling getting tired of all the cutie animals? But we have only been here for a half hour” Serena asked. “Animals are nice...But it's not my type of hobby.” Jessie replied “In that case, what does my baby girl find fun?” Serena stopped pushing the stroller to look over at her little. “I would love to go hiking. I used to do that in my world. I had so much fun!” Jessie drooled a little as she spoke up. Serena knew that it would take a while for her little to grow more accustomed to the infantile lifestyle in her new world and forget everything in her old one as long as she continued to nurse Jessie. “Hiking...That's out of the question. No little's should ever be able to have such a strenuous hobby.” Serena stated in her mind. “Perhaps we can find something similar to that.” Serena pinched Jessie's cheek as she started to head for the exit. “Can I have some milk? Please mommy!” Jessie pleaded. “When we get home. You can have all the milk your tummy desires.” Serena knew that once a little has had a taste of a Amazon's milk, that there was a good chance of the little of having a addiction to it. She saw no problem with it, given the results that came after it. “I originally wanted to have Jessie to keep her same old personality but I just love it when she is regressed. It's too cute!” Serena stated in her mind. “Besides, starting tomorrow, I'm going to have my hands full with babysitting Alice. I promised Tohru that I wouldn't due anything to her. But that's only the case if she behaves properly... I hope she doesn't!” Serena giggled as she picked up Jessie with her hands and placed her into her booster seat. “Does Jessie like being my baby?” Serena asked as she buckled her in. “Uh huh! Mommy treats me nicely. I don't know what I was thinking when you first adopted me!” Jessie replied as Serena placed a pacifier into her mouth. “It's alright, baby girl. You just didn't know any better. Most little's are like that until their minds and hearts accept there true calling.” Serena replied as she started her car. - - - - - - - - - Alice sat on the tatami mat next to Tohru as they were residing within Kanna's household. “Thank you for having us over, Master Kanna.” Tohru replied as she took a sip of her tea. Alice took a quick sniff of it to see if the Amazon had done anything to it before sipping on it, herself. “The pleasure is all mind. It looks like you and Alice , have bonded quite well, given the circumstances.” Kanna replied as she sat opposite of the two on the low legged coffee table. “The last couple of days have been quite dramatic but I think the worst of it is over. Now we simply have to focus on making sure that Alice win's the tournament so she can go back home . “If that's what your heart desires, then I will wish you all the best in your goals.” Kanna stated as she took a sip of her tea. “Umm. Kanna was it? Do you know of anyway that I can get my friends out of this world as well? There has go to be some sort of loophole in the screwed up system, you Amazons have.” Alice asked. “Alice, I mean no disrespect but could you address her as Master? I would appreciate it.” Tohru stated. “It's alright, Tohru. Based on all the information that you have told me over the phone, I don't mind having Alice call me by just my name. You have done quite a bit for yourself, to avoid the fate that all little's are currently going through.” Kanna stated “Thanks, I guess. It was mostly through the help of Tohru that I managed to make it this far. No offense but the majority the Amazon's are batshit crazy.” Alice stretched her arms out as she was thankful to be in a area that was completely quiet. “From your perspective, I understand. But no matter what you think, you must respect the process. Because if you don't. You will be forced to, like many little's before you.” Kanna stated Tohru looked over at Alice to see that she nodded her head slightly in agreement. She was happy to know that Alice understood the repercussions of trying to go against the Amazonian way of life. “Now to answer your question. There really isn't any legal way, at least for a little such as yourself, to save your friends. Perhaps if you negotiated with Amber and Serena, their could be a chance to convince them.” Kanna stated “I already asked yesterday at the barbecue...They wouldn't even budge.” Tohru stated with a chuckle. “I...I just don't know if I can leave without them...I've known them for the majority of my life. If I go back...I won't be able to see them ever again.” Alice felt like crying but kept her composure together. “Then, why not stay?” Kanna asked “HUH!? Are you serious! Why the hell would I want to stay in this world that treats people like me as if I were a helpless infant?” Alice stated with an aggressive tone. “You are only looking at it from a negative viewpoint. Haven't you considered the positives if you were to live here from now on.” Kanna replied “There are NO positives with the exception of being with my friends. Hell, we were about to graduate high school! We were on the next path for self Independence. And now this! I don't mind being with Tohru but not everyone is like her.” Alice started to stand up. “I guess we should be going soon, it's going to get dark soon. I heard that it will be raining all day tomorrow.” Tohru stated as she stood up as well. “I have a suggestion...The next time that you talk to your friends, ask them how they currently feel about their time in our world. Perhaps...It will enlighten your perspective.” Kanna stated as she escorted Tohru and Alice to the entrance. “HEH...That's only if they will be able to actually talk! I bet at this moment, that they are barely able to complete a sentence.” Alice responded. “While mental and physical regression are normal for little's. It's rarely a permanent thing. I understand that you will be seeing one of your friends tomorrow. If she is capable of speaking, be sure to ask her, okay?” Kanna replied. “If..and that's a BIG if...If she is able to speak, I'll bet you her response will be that she is living in hell.” Alice smirked. “We will see, won't we.” Kanna bowed as Tohru and Alice exited her property. “Oh...Master, before we go, can you show Alice your zero point fist technique?” Tohru asked. “Sure, but why don't you? I taught you that as well.” Kanna stated. “You did, but yours has so much more of an effect and I think Alice would like to see something that she could train for.” Alice turned her head, curious to what she was talking about. “Alright then...Alice...Pay close attention. I'm only going to do this once.” Kanna began to take a deep breathe and pulled her arm behind her while clinching her fist. “This doesn't look like anything special, I've got...” The thoughts in Alice's mind were interrupted as a shock-wave of wind, knocked Alice onto her butt. She looked up to see Kanna with her arm extended in front of her. “The Fuck!?” Alice was confused. From her viewpoint, it looked like a normal right punch, however the force behind it was unlike anything she had ever witnessed before. “Impressed?” Tohru asked as she helped Alice back onto her feet. “Just...What did you do? That's like some serious Matrix level voodoo.” Alice was astounded at what she just witnessed. “It's the result of some serious discipline. Perhaps, Master Kanna, would you like to help train Alice on how to perform the technique? Tohru suggested. “If Alice decides to stay in our dimension...Perhaps I could show her the fundamentals.” Kanna stated. “No thanks! As tempting as learning something so bad ass, I would rather be back in my dimension.” Alice replied. “Your loss.” Kanna smiled as she started to head back inside her house. “So...Has your opinion on my master, changed any?” Tohru asked as she picked Alice up and placed her into her booster seat. “It has. She's very reserved but I respect that she treated me with dignity and didn't try to talk down to me like a baby. “ Alice stated as Tohru buckled her in. “Let's go home, I need to be at work early tomorrow, so I'll have to drop you off at Serena's even earlier.” Tohru stated as she started her car. “I'm not looking forward to it.” Alice didn't like being unable to make her own decisions but she had her end goal, and now she just needed to find a way to get her friends to go along. - - - - - - - - Amber's cell phone began to ring as she was spoon feeding Aura while Kyle was sucking down his bottle of juice. The two of them were being held in their high chairs. “Hello? Oh, Tohru, what's up?”.... Sure, I wouldn't mind looking after Alice on Wednesday, she will have to come to the school that I teach... The teachers and the vice principal may have an issue with Alice not being in a diaper but if I talk to the principal and make Alice a teacher assistant for the day, she shouldn't have any issues, just as long as she is obedient... Yes, I know, but Aura has accepted her new life with me and Kyle. If Alice can't accept it, that's her problem. You already know my stance on the situation.... I'm doing quite well...Planning on bringing on my children to school tomorrow to further there education...Okay, you have a goodnight as well.” Amber disconnected the call as she began to focus on her daughter. “What was that about, mommy?” Aura asked as she took in another spoon filled of apple sauce. “Just got done speaking with Tohru. I agreed to look after Alice on Wednesday while Tohru was at work, which means that you will be able to spend some time with your friend while at school, doesn't that sound fun!?” Amber asked “YAY! I get to be with Alice, she is like a big sister to me.” Aura stated while her mouth was filled with apple sauce. “No talking until you swallow your food, okay?” Amber began to wipe off some of the mess on the girl's face. - - - - - - - - - Tohru put her phone down as she walked back into the living room wearing just her nightgown. “I've got some good new and maybe some bad news.” Tohru stated as she sat on her recliner while looking at Alice who was watching a crime drama show on the television. “There is always bad news when it comes to me. So what's up?” Alice asked “The good news, that day after tomorrow you will be babysat by Amber while I'm at work, so you will be spend some time with your other friend that you came here with.” Tohru stated. “And what's the bad news?” Alice asked. “You will have to spend your time with her at the school that she teaches in...The school has a policy that all little's are to be diapered but Amber told me that she will be making you a teacher assistant and since you are not on the schools attendance list, you shouldn't be subject to the same rules that apply to the students.” Tohru replied “Good, It will be a cold day in hell before I allow myself to be put into a diaper...By the way, This school...It isn't one the reform schools that you were talking about, is it?” Alice asked “Nope, they follow mush harsher guidelines when it comes to little's. Their entire practice at a reform school is to reduce a little to a complacent regressed person that enjoys being babied. It's the last place you want to find yourself at.” Tohru stated as she began to yawn a little. “Damn straight...Anyhow, I guess I should be getting ready for bed myself. I've got enough on my plate with tomorrow.” Alice stated as she headed for the bedroom. Tohru quietly giggled to herself at how comfortable Alice had become at her house. After taking a bath, Alice headed for the bedroom, wearing only her underwear. She felt that she didn't need to keep up appearances while in the confines of Tohru's house. “How ya feeling? Much better?” Tohru asked as she was laying in her bed with the covers around her waist. She was reading a book while her breasts were out in full view. “Umm...Much better.” Alice blushed at the site of seeing Tohru's large than normal breasts. She crawled up via the bed sheets and lied herself down on the bed. “Would you like a book to read before getting some shut eye?” Tohru asked as she looked over at her adopted little. “I'm good. I think I will call it a night.” Alice turned herself over so that she wasn't looking at Tohru. She felt so awkward when she tried to compare her size of breasts with the Amazon's. “Ugh...Umm...Tohru...Quick question. You don't have to answer it unless you want to.” Alice kept her direction away from Tohru's. “Feel free.” Tohru replied as she continued to focus on her book. “Do...Do all Amazonian woman have...breast milk?” Alice felt so embarrassed at asking such a question. “We do, including myself. Why do you ask?” Tohru continued to keep her focus on the book as she turned it to another page. “Why does it have such an effect on little's? It's so weird.” Alice started to have thoughts when she saw both Aura and Jessie being breast fed at Alex's house, yesterday. “There is still much about our genetic makeup that even our kind still don't understand. Speaking of which, there is something that you need to know about. It's the bonding process that happens to a little after they have been nursed by their Amazonian caretaker..” Tohru stated “There is more to it, than being reduced to a blubbering idiot?” Alice asked. “Yes...Even after the little regains their ability to speak and move, they will start to grow attached to the Amazon that breastfed them. It's not always effective but for the most part, all little's will begin to embrace their parental figure and accept their new lifestyle. It's the preferred and most reliable method for a little, compared to the uses of hypnotics.” Tohru stated as she put her book away and began to turn off the lights. “Dear god! So are you saying that it is possible that Aura and Jessie may actually enjoy being babied!?” Alice replied as she turned her direction and looked at Tohru with a look of shock and disgust. “There is the possibility. It's not always a certain thing, but you will find out tomorrow.” Tohru closed her eyes so she could get some sleep. Alice took a quick glimpse at Tohru's breasts. She couldn't believe that something so disgusting could be so effective. “If Tohru were to breast feed me...Would I end up like a mentally challenged idiot?” Alice slapped her forehead for even thinking of the possibility. She closed her eyes, hoping she could find some solace in her sleep. Tohru turned her head, she wanted to ruffle Alice's hair and to let her know that she would be alright but decided against it. “I can't allow myself to get too attached to her...If I do...I don't know what will happen.” Tohru stated in her mind as she could feel her heart beating even faster. - - - - - - - - - Serena placed Jessie into her crib and lifted up the railings. She looked over her sleeping baby girl, proud of how much her little had progressed into her infantile lifestyle. “I would give it another two weeks or so and Jessie will forget that she ever enjoyed living without her mommy. I have no reasons to rush things. Everything is going according to what I wanted. But I need to make sure that Alice doesn't mess anything up tomorrow. I don't care if I promised Tohru that I would treat her with equal respect because if that little does anything to jeopardize my relationship with Jessie, I'll use whatever tactics to put that little in her place!” Serena stated in her mind as she went into her bedroom and began to set her alarm, making sure that she had plenty of time to prepare herself for tomorrow's events. - - - - - - - - - Morning came quicker than expected for Alice as she heard the alarm go off on Tohru's side of the bed. “I really need to change the alarm settings on this. It's not a pleasant sound.” Tohru stated as she slammed her fist into the alarm. “Good morning Tohru.” Alice yawned as she helped herself out of the bed. “Good morning as well, Alice.” Tohru replied as she headed towards her half bathroom to take care of some personal business. Alice walked into the living room to hear and see it pouring outside. The sky was completely gray from what she had seen. “God...Please don't let there be any thunder or lightning.” Alice was very strong willed and didn't find much fear in things compared to two friends but one thing that she kept secret from everyone was her deep personal fear of thunder and lightning. A loud boom sound could be heard which caused Alice to tremble and fall onto her butt. “Damn it, even the thunder sounds are bigger than in my world! This is the worst!” Alice stated to herself as she wrapped her arms around her knees. “According to the weather report, we should expecting some rather nasty weather for all day today and also...” Tohru stopped speaking as she entered the living room after dressing herself to see Alice cradling herself while just in her panties. “Alice! Are you alright? Are you hurt!?” Tohru went over to check over her little. “I'm...Fine...It's just...” Another loud thunderous boom to be heard in the distance, which caused Alice to put her hands on her ears. Tohru immediately knew what was causing Alice's discomfort. “I would have never expected your weakness to be thunder...That's kinda cute.” Tohru stated as she helped the girl onto her feet. “NO IT ISN'T! I've had this phobia about thunder and lightning since I was a toddler. I've never overcome it.” Alice was on the verge of tears. “It's not much, but I'll make sure that to protect you from it.” Tohru patted Alice's head. The distraught little felt oddly comforted by both Tohru's words and head patting. “I guess, I'll go get myself dressed so we can go.” Alice slowly walked into the bedroom to get a pair of clothes out for herself. “It's almost like a monsoon outside.” Tohru stated as she looked out the window. Another sound of thunder could be heard from the distance including a loud yelping sound coming from Alice. Tohru decided to check up on her. “GOD DAMNIT! Why can't I stop shaking!” Alice stated to herself as she struggled to get her socks on. “Here, let me help.” Tohru went over and took the socks from Alice. “Ugh...Thank you...” Alice blushed deeply as Tohru put the socks onto the girl's feet. “No problem. Let's get you into these pants.” Tohru held out a pair of black sweat pants for Alice. “That's okay...I can change myself.” Alice stated as she got onto her feet. “You don't need to force yourself. Your body is shaking all over!” Tohru stated with concern. Alice knew that Tohru was right and there was no deceit in her tone of voice. Alice allowed Tohru to help put the sweat pants on her, followed by the similar black sweat shirt. “I've rarely worn sweats but this is much better than that skirt from yesterday.” Alice stated as Tohru finished putting the shirt over Alice's head and putting her arms through the holes. “I don't doubt that. It's been a while since it's rained like this. I think I should have a umbrella in the closet somewhere.” Tohru went over and began to help Alice into her shoes. Alice wanted to object that she could at least do that for herself, but decided to stay quiet and enjoy the pampering that was being provided. “So, how are the sweats?” Tohru asked as Alice began to walk around. “They are a little baggy but hardly a issue.” Alice exited the bedroom while Tohru followed behind. After grabbing her umbrella, Tohru headed for the garage door. Another sound of thunder could be heard which caused Alice to hold onto Tohru's waist. The Amazon was surprised by the move. “Why! Why am I like this!” Alice gritted her teeth as she buried her head into Tohru's stomach. Tohru could feel her heart beating fast, her body was getting warmer and she knew that her Amazonian instincts were kicking in. “It's okay Alice...I'm here for you. Mommy won't let the bad thunder harm you.” Tohru picked up Alice and gently stroked the back of her head while using her other hand to pat her back. Alice was too scared to hear what Tohru stated. As she felt the warm embrace of her caretaker. “Would you like me to buy you a paci to help calm you down?” Tohru stated as she gently placed Alice into her booster seat and buckled her in. “What are you talking about Tohru? Your speaking a bunch of nonsense.” Alice started to look worried at Tohru to see her motherly smile. “I....I'm sorry...I don't know what came over me...”Tohru came out of her trance as she shut the door. “Shit...I'm not thinking rationally. I need to pull myself together.” Tohru headbutted herself on the wall to regain her sense of composure. “This is a test...Yes a test to see how decent of a Amazon I truly am!” Tohru stated in her mind as she started the car and headed to Serena's house.

hi, so this is a small spinoff of "Thr Little Theif" by cute little kokiri girl and Diaper_teen66. and written by PinkTheDinosaur. this story is based on a fun idea pink and I had and I wrote. cute little kokiri girl would like to make this spot for any others who have some ideas for the Youth lock world and want to post them. Please message Cute little kokiri girl if you would like to add to the YT world and help expand it. How a businesswoman releases her stress. part 1 Youth lock, a genetic disorder the seemingly stops a person's body from maturing. Some see it as a gift, always looking young. Some see it as a curse, rarely ever looking older than 12 at best, and 6 at worst. No one really knows when, or why youthlocks first appeared. Genetic mutations? God? Who knows. As a youth lock, you'll typically have a few problems. The biggest problem is weak bladders, meaning most YT’s wear diapers or pull-ups for protection. Something YT’s will get is pubic hair. No one knows why, but they do. Some male YT’s will even grow chest hair, though that is uncommon. Most YT’s permanently remove their pubic hair as it interferes with clean up. Because of their appearance, and disability, YT’s are forced too many troubles. For starters, a youth lock cannot order or buy alcohol despite having ID. while they are allowed to drink in the privacy of their own home, they just can't buy it, The main reason why is because kids would make fake ID’s and try to buy alcohol. There are many other small problems like that, and a lot of YT’s don't know what to do with themselves. Some even just having mental shutdowns and never growing up. But for one YT, she wasn't like that. When Zoeandra was 6 she learned she had YT and would never look older than 6. At ten she researched YT’s and all of their problems. It was here that she decided to devote herself to helping YT’s. but how? Zoeandra not only studied but work very hard in order to save money. By 18 she got a small loan and started her own youth lock supply company. A company that makes all types of supplies for youthlocks. Form better and more absorbent diapers, to enter custom wardrobes that aren't from a kids section of a story and sold at an affordable price. By 25 she had greatly expanded her company greatly and became the number one in YT merchandising. By 32, she had expanded to more parts of the world. “WILDA!” Zoeandra screamed from her office as she looked through her paperwork. “Yes, ma’am?” Wilda, a tall busty woman with brunette hear asked as she walked into the office. Wilda was Zoeandra’s 12th secretary. As Zoeandra’s secretary, besides regular office work, you are also required to help take care of any of Zoeandra’s special needs. Such as driving her to and from work, changing Zoeandra’s diaper, and sometimes having to calm Zoeandra down when she gets overly stressed out and starts lashing out. Out of all the secretary's Zoeandra had 3 of them quit because they couldn't handle the diaper changes. 3 were fired because they were constantly late to pick her up for work, (her parents were killed in a car accident when she was 20 and she’s been scared to drive ever since.), 2 quit because they couldn't handle the responsibility, and 1 was fired because they tried to find something to blackmail Zoeandra with but failed. 2 were actually really good and were with Zoeandra for a few years before Zoeandra prompted them to run one of her companies. But Wilda was different. She was with Zoeandra for the last 5 years and has gone beyond what was called for. Everyday Wilda showed up early to pick up Zoeandra from her home. Sometimes even coming in to make breakfast for Zoeandra before bringing her to work. She made sure to always map out a schedule for Zoeandra so that she always was on time and always had lunch on time. Sometimes even making Zoeandra a homemade lunch. Zoeandra had to admit, she loved Wilda's homemade chicken strips. When Zoeandra would get overly stressed, Wilda new just the right thing to say or do to always calm her down. Only once two years ago, however, Zoeandra had a massive tantrum that caused Wilda to force Zoeandra over her lap for a spanking before sticking her nose in the corner for a timeout. 30 minutes later, Zoeandra calmed down and apologized to Wilda for how she was acting. But threatened to fire her if she ever spanked her again. Finally, the big thing Zoeandra loves about Wilda is that she is always taking care of her. Somedays Zoeandra would be so swamped with work she would stay extra hours and tell her old secretaries to go home and that she would call a cap. On those nights, she would work so late she wound up sleeping in her office. But with Wilda, when Zoeandra told her that, she clocked out and waited for Zoeandra to finish her work before taking the small woman home. On days like that Zoeandra would be so exhausted, Wilda would take her inside and put her to bed at first. Then eventually started making sure Zoeandra ate something, took a bath, and was put to bed. As soon as Zoeandra found out Wilda had done that on her own time, Zoeandra tried to promote her right then. But she turned it down. “If I were to leave, who would take care of you when you need it?” Wilda asked. So instead Zoeandra offered to make Wilda her personal assistant who will help her with anything she needed both at work and out and offered a very good wage. And despite the occasional slip were Wilda would slightly baby Zoeandra, she was very respectful to Zoeandra. “WILDA! Where is document 3327!?” Zoeandra yelled as she frantically searched her desk for the document. Wilda didn't say anything as she walked beside the desk and lifted a piece of paper that fell to the floor and set it on the desk. “T-thank you,” Zoeandra said as she took a look at the paper and started to sign it. While she was leaning forward, Wilda went behind her boss and pulled the back of her diaper to check her. “Wilda!” Zoeandra yelled and blushed as she was checked. “Zoeandra, how long have you been in a dirty diaper?” Wilda asked her boss with no reaction. When Zoeandra got focused on her work, she tends to forget her diaper and could be messy for hours without knowing. Zoeandra just blushed and turned away from Wilda. So Wilda picked up Zoeandra and laid her on the changing table in the office. “How much work do you have left?” Wilda asked as she removed the diaper and started cleaning the mess. “I'm almost done. Just need another 20 minutes before I'm done.” Zoeandra told her as she let Wilda do her job. “Good, because this weekend is your “Relax” weekend,” Wilda told Zoeandra who couldn't help but have a little smile as the new diaper was taped on. As soon as she was sat back at her desk Zoeandra quickly finished her work in just 12 minutes just to get out as soon as possible. As Zoeandra and Wilda walked threw the company, most greeted her with the utmost respect she deserved. Some even coming up to their little boss and asking for advice or help with something. “Hey boss, how many youthlocks does it take to screw in a light bulb?” one of her employs asked as Zoeandra was walking past. “none, we cry until someone does it for us.” Zoeandra finished the joke. This was the type of environment Zoeandra had wanted for her company. One were everyone joked and respected one another. Were anyone could make a simple joke without offending someone. And where people were reworded not on what they looked like, but there work ethic. But as Wilda opened the back door to her car for Zoeandra to walk into, she also knew there was more to her company then the happy parts. As Wilda began to drive, Zoeandra grabbed her black “special” bag she had Wilda hold onto. Inside was everything she needed for her weekend. Owning a big company has been one of the most stressful things in Zoeandra’s life. Hence why she needed someone constantly around for the times it just gets too much and Zoeandra starts freaking out and needs someone to calm her down. But even with Wilda and all the help she gives Zoeandra, it was just not enough. Zoeandra needed something to help relieve her stress. Something that didn't involve Alcohol, or expensive spa weekends. But Zoeandra couldn't think of anything until Wilda suggested something 2 years ago. As Wilda pulled up to a nice size apartment building she got out and opened the back door of her car. “You ready sweetheart?” Wilda asked. “Yes, mommy!” Zoey cheered as a little girl in a bright yellow sundress and pigtails got out of the car with her princess Fefe backpack. Fefe is a witch princess who was kicked out from her home and all most killed by her mom and dad because she has YL. she is then saved by a maid and they go far away were Fefe learns magic and goes on an advancer's with her magic stuffed cat toy Nanny. She was Zoey’s favorite cartoon character. As Zoey took mommy's hand, they walked to the door and knocked. A few moments later a young man about 19 came over and opened the door. “BIG BROTHER!” Zoey yelled as she rushed over and gave the boys leg a hug. “HEY ZOEY!” the boy said happily as he picked up the small girl and gave her a hug. “You ready for this weekend?” “YA!” Zoey cheered and Wilda giggled. “Remember, she needs a nap here soon,” Wilda told her nephew. “And don't go overboard on the snacks this time.” “AWWWW!” Zoey pouted upon hearing that but started to giggle as Wilda kissed her check. “You be good now, you hear?” Wilda told Zoey before giving her nephew a kiss as well. “You too, I'll be back to pick her up on Monday. Ok, Danny?” “Don't worry, she’s in good hands,” Danny told his aunt. “By! Love you!” Zoey yelled as she waved goodbye to Wilda before she was brought inside. 2 years ago, Zoeandra had to throw a big dinner party for people that would possibly work with her company. But some complications happened at Zoeandra’s house so she couldn't hold it there and no restraint could squeeze them in on short notice. Thankfully Wilda offered her home for the night and the party went off without a hitch. But Zoeandra soon found herself board as most of the conversations were about work and a lot of the gest tend to talk with each other. Heck because of how small Zoeandra was, most forgot she was even there. So bored out of her mind, she decided to look around Wilda’s house. It was a nice house and this was the first time Zoeandra had been there despite knowing Wilda for years. Something Zoeandra noticed was a slightly opened door with stairs leading down and strange noises coming from below. Zoeandra was curious and went down. That's when she met Danny for the first time. “Oh, didn't know someone was bringing a kid here,” Danny said not knowing who Zoeandra was. “Is it getting boring up there?” He was 17 and sitting on his bed playing video games. His aunt asked him to stay down here while the party was going on. His aunt already got him a pizza and some snacks to keep him occupied while the party was upstairs. “Would you like to have a turn?” Danny offered his controller to Zoeandra. Zoeandra took the controller and thought why not. Play a game for a few minutes then go back up to the party. Wilda went looking for her boss 20 minutes later to find her eating a slice of pizza and yelling at Danny to do something on the game before cheering as they beat a level. Wilda couldn't help but smile as she knew Zoeandra wasn't having fun before and honestly, didn't mind letting her boss stay down there with her nephew to have some fun. Wilda even came back and gave Zoeandra a sippy cup of juice before going back and dealing with the party. No one else seems to notice Zoeandra was gone and as everyone left around 11, Wilda went back to check on her nephew and boss. Her son was still playing his game at a quieter volume while Zoeandra was passed out on his lap. “Hi, aunty. Are her parents picking her up?” Danny quietly asked as he helped his aunt lift the sleeping girl up. “No, she’s going to be staying the night here with us,” Wilda whispered. “Why?” “She’s my boss,” Wilda told her nephew with a small smile as Zoeandra stuck her thumb into her mouth and started sucking on it. Zoeandra woke up the next morning wearing one of Wildas smaller t-shirts as a nightshirt in a guest room. Beside her were her clothes from the night before already cleaned and folded by the bed. When Zoeandra saw Wilda, Wilda asked how her night was. “That was probably the best night sleep I've had in a long time,” Zoeandra told her. Upon hearing that, Wilda decided to Ask her boss if she would like to make a new business deal. Zoeandra didn't want a “mommy” or “daddy”. No one would ever replace her real ones. She was ok with a caregiver only because she was still the one paying for them. And each one had to show Zoeandra with at least a decent form of respect. But after that night, Wilda figured out the best way for Zoeandra to relax was to turn off her Adult side and not worry about anything. But if she didn't want a mommy or daddy to look after her, what could she use to help with that? Why not a big brother? Danny was already about to start college and his part-time job sucked. Wilda was really worried her nephew wouldn't be able to concentrate on his school work and have his part-time job that gave him crazy hours. So Wilda offered Zoeandra and Danny a beneficial business relationship. For a set amount of money, Danny would be Zoeandra’s “big brother” every other weekend. Here she would be able to play and be a kid and relax for 2 and a half days. While Danny got paid and could focus on his schooling. At first, neither liked the idea, it just seemed to weird. Then it just clicked for them and it became a natural thing. Every other weekend Zoeandra would become Zoey and she would be staying with her “big brother”. “Ok Zoey, you ready for your nap?” Danny asked as he walked into the living room. “NO!” Zoey yelled not wanting a nap yet. She wasn't even sleepy yet! “Are you sure?” Danny asked. “Ya! I don't want nap!” Zoey told him. Danny knew just what to do. “Then why not a story real quick. Then we can play some games.” Danny offered. “Ok!” Zoey told him. She really did enjoy being read too. Still carrying Zoey, Danny grabbed a book and sat on his couch as Zoey nestled right in to enjoy the book. Danny turned on some lullaby music before he started to read the book. Zoey none the wiser as she slowly started to nod off from the music and story. Soon she was asleep on Danny’s lab covered up and sucking on a pacifier while Danny got on his laptop and worked on a school project. About an hour and a half later, Danny gently shook Zoey up. “Hi, sleepy head. How was your nap?” Danny asked. “Cood,” Zoey said behind her pacifier as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Danny lifted her up and took her into the kitchen where he sat her down on a booster seat and got her a snack. After having some chocolate pudding and making a little mess on her face that Danny had to clean up, it was time to play. Zoey had her own toy box here where she had got herself a few toys. But a lot of them were stuff Danny and Wilda had gotten her to play with. But what Zoey liked was to play on Danny's PlayStation. She loved playing persona 5 and kingdom hearts 2. Or just sitting next to Danny as he played one of his games and just watch. This time, she watched him play a game about giant robots fighting each other. Gundam something or other... After 2 hours Danny made a simple dinner of mac and cheese with hotdogs before checking Zoey's diaper. She was very wet. “Zoey, why didn't you tell me you were wet?” Danny asked. Zoey just blushed and looked ashamed. She was having fun and didn't notice. “I sowey,” Zoey told him. Danny just signed. “It ok, at least it's time for a bath now,” Danny told her. Hearing this made Zoey’s eyes light up. She lived bath time! Dan didn't need to say more as Zoey was already getting undressed and was bouncing with excitement for her bath. Dan laughed as he started the bath and asked some bubbles to it. The tub wasn't even halfway full when Zoey jumped in and splashed Dan. HEY!” Dan yelled playfully as he splashed her back. Zoeandra didn't have a tub at her house, just a shower (specially made for her) so she never understood how fun a bath was. That is until Zoey’s first bath where she was able to play in the water with her toys. Part of her wanted to get her own bath for her house but decided against it as it would take away from the feel coming here did. Dan helped get Zoey clean before he rinsed her off and let her play in the water for a while. When it was time to get out, Dan had to forcefully drain the lukewarm water to get her out. Much to her pouty displeaser. Next came the thick night time diaper and pink bunny footie pajamas. Zoey giggled as she hopped around in her bunny outfit and played for another hour before it was time for bed. Dany cradled the little girl in his arms on the couch while one had held a bottle of warm milk and the other a book. This time Zoey managed to stay awake through the book and bottle but her eyes were very heavy. “You sleepy?” Dan asked. “nowww.”Zoey slurred sleepily as she rubbed her eyes trying to stay awake. Dan picked her up as started patting her back as he walked her into his bedroom. Zoeandra had to use a special crib because she rolled around in her sleep so much, but Zoey didn't have a crib here. As Zoey let out a burp, Dan placed the little girl on his bed by the side of the wall and placed a long pillow between her and him. Dan was a little worried at first about sharing a bed with her, but after some time, they both liked it and Dan found it cute some mornings when he would wake up to Zoey hugging him in her sleep as she rolled over the pillow. As Dan got into bed he gave Zoey a good night kiss on her head. “Good night baby sis,” Danny said as he turned out the light. “Coo mifh bwig bworfer!” Zoey told him, “I wove u.”

I absolutely love wet and messy diapers.