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Chapter Nine Charlotte was the first of the three women in the bed to wake, her eyes opening slowly to see Renee next to her, her arm embracing her lightly as she slept. Looking across Renee's bare breasts she saw an older woman with her thumb loosely hanging from her mouth as she too slept. Looking back to the breast closest to her, Charlotte felt a pang of desire within her, remembering her time nursing from Renee in her hotel room and closed her eyes as she shifted closer to the engorged nipple and cupped her hand around it as she brought it to her mouth and began to suckle. She didn't know who the older woman was or why she was in bed with Renee or why they were both naked, or even how she'd gotten here from drinking her bottle in Mr. Figueroa's arms, but she didn't really care about any of that because warm milk was flowing down her throat and filling up her tummy and she was with her Mommy again and that was really all that mattered. Baby Deni was next to wake up, her thumb slipping from her mouth as she opened her eyes to see a young black girl across from her suckling softly on Renee's breast. She felt her face grow hot as the girl opened her eyes and their gaze met. Worried that this was a test of her obedience, Baby Deni snuggled close to the breast near her and cupped her own hand around it to bring it to her lips as she began nursing like her unknown bedmate. Renee opened her eyes at the feeling of the two women nursing from her and smiled as she reached her hands up to gently caress the backs of both her baby's heads. "Well, this is a nice way to wake up." she cooed lovingly. Both women opened their eyes to look up at her with a mouthful of her fleshy milk sack and both had the same tranquil, almost sedated look in their eyes but remained silently save for the adorable little breaths from their noses as they nursed. "Charlotte, this is Mommy's former adoptive mother, Denise." Renee said as she ran her hand over the lovely little afro puffs Charlotte's hair had been formed into. "She's going to be your little sister if you decide to stay here with me, you can call her Baby Deni or just Deni if you prefer." she explained in her sweet motherly tone. Charlotte took her hand from Renee's breast and lifted her head, reaching across the pale, flat stomach of her Mommy to softly stroke the older woman across the naked divide's bare arm. "Hi, Baby Deni." she said quietly, her voice having settled on being a little higher and lighter than normal to make her sound more like a very young child. Renee beamed proudly and rubbed her sweet girl's back. "That's very sweet, Charlotte." she praised before turning her attention to Baby Deni. "Baby Deni, this is Charlotte, she's Mommy's very special first baby who she loves with all her heart forever and ever, can you say 'hello' to her?" she asked. Baby Deni copied Charlotte and reached her hand out to softly stroke the younger girl's arm. "Hi, Charlotte." she timidly responded. Guiding both her little ones back to their breakfast source, Renee smiled and rubbed their backs. "You're a good girl, Baby Deni, Mommy is very proud of you." she said softly as she savored the maternal delight of feeding her babies. ************************************************************************ Mr. Figueroa had woken to a terrible hangover, his vision blurred, his head pounding, and his clothes reeking of whiskey and piss as they did most nights. He'd cleaned himself up and gone about his normal routine, being a high functioning alcoholic allowed him to conduct himself as if nothing was wrong outside of his room where he drank himself closer to death every night. The routine was simple, wake up and shower, grab breakfast from the cafeteria and take it to the nursery to eat while he fed Stephanie her morning bottle and spent a few hours with her. Today was no different save for the knowledge that he'd be leaving the nursery to go meet with his daughter, and depending on what her plans entailed maybe he'd find himself with no future days to plan. "Mornin' baby girl." he cooed to Stephanie as she stood up in the crib peeking at him through the bars as she held on to them. Stephanie bounced up and down excitedly. "Dada!" she squealed happily, her already sodden overnight diaper warming once more as she dribbled into it. Setting down his plate with eggs, bacon, sausage on it as well as his muffin and an orange onto the rocking chair near the door he made his way to the crib and lowered the side to pick up his little one, hugging her to him as she wrapped her arms and legs around him and sighed contentedly. "Missed you, Dada." she said softly. He gently rocked her with him as he swayed from side to side. "Dada missed you too, angel." he told her. "Ready for breakfast?" he asked with a pat to the thick padding of her rear beneath her fleece pajamas. Stephanie nodded eagerly and snuggled against his broad chest as he set to retrieving a bottle of juice from the small fridge in the corner of the room and settled down into another rocking chair with her. "Today's the day, angel." he told her as she began to drink the bottle, looking up at him with love as he looked down at her the same way. "No matter what happens today Dada wants you to know that yer the best thing that's ever happened to him, okay?" he asked. Stephanie nodded slowly, though she had no idea what he was talking about. She knew he'd been busy with something for the last who knew how long, she didn't have any way to measure time in the nursery apart from when Dada came to see her in the morning and she had her meals and naps, but those didn't come with defined hours, just regular intervals. All she knew was that he was here with her and he was cradling her in his arms and the cold juice was refreshing. "Dada is gonna take ya to meet his daughter today, angel." he told her, knowing that she didn't know what he'd been talking about when she'd nodded. Stephanie looked up at him with confusion. He nodded. "That's right, ya have a big sister." he told her as he softly stroked her cheek with his thumb. "She's real smart and is gonna love ya to pieces just as soon as she meets ya." he added. Stephanie smiled, juice dribbling from the corner of her mouth. "Tay, Dada." she gurgled, dribbling more juice. Removing the bottle from her mouth and wiping the juice from her cheek he rocked her slowly and gently patted her bottom. "She's gonna change everything round here." he mused quietly. Stephanie furrowed her brow and grunted softly before she began to fill her diaper and then giggled as a few quiet toots escaped her. "Well, maybe not everything." he teased as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead before rising with her to carry her to the changing table. ************************************************************************ Renee stood up from the bed and stretched before turning her attention to the little ones on the bed. "Charlotte, why are you all dressed?" she asked. "Don't you know this is a day for nudity?" she teased, getting a giggle out of both the girls. Charlotte let Renee undress her down to just her diaper so that she and Baby Deni were on equal footing. "There!" Renee declared happily as she bent down and tickled both girl's tummies lightly, getting more sweet, babyish giggles from them. "Now, who wants to play a game?" she asked. Both babies raised their hands and squealed their willingness to play with little chants of "me!" coming from both of them. Renee clapped her hands together and beamed down at the two girls widely. "The game is called 'Who Wants to Take a Bath With Mommy' and the rules are simple, the first baby to make a poopy wins!" she chirped excitedly. Baby Deni raised her hand sheepishly. "Yes, Baby Deni?" Renee asked. "Umm, what happens if we lose?" Baby Deni asked softly, her cheeks flushing. Renee put a finger to her chin like she was deeply pondering the question. "Well, the loser has to wait in her stinky diaper until bath time is up for Mommy and the winner and then she will get her own bath." she answered. Both girls nodded their understanding of the rules. "You may start trying to go," Renee said, looking at her bare wrist as though she had a watch on. "now!" she shouted excitedly and took a seat at the foot of the bed to watch her babies try and fill their diapers the fastest. Amid the cute little grunts and rustling of diapers as both girls shifted into various positions, Renee thought about how amazing she was at all of this. She wasn't being conceited or anything, it was just that she had a natural gift for making people do things like this to please her. She actively hated the regression room that Daddy used to bend people to his will, not just because it had robbed her mother of her personality and made her unable to protect herself against what was done to her, but because none of the people in the compound were here against their will, if they wanted to leave they shouldn't be forced to stay by reducing them to baby minded adults. The whole thing left a bad taste in her mouth and she had decided long ago that her ultimate goal would be to destroy everything in that room after she put Daddy through it as a fitting end to his reign. "I win!" Baby Deni exclaimed suddenly. Renee snapped out of her thoughts and turned her attention to her little ones. Baby Deni was on all fours, her cheeks flushed but a proud smile on her face as she looked at Renee for approval. Charlotte was squatting a few feet to Baby Deni's right, her eyes closed and her thumb in her mouth as she grunted cutely. "Let Mommy check." Renee commanded with a gentle pat to the bed beside her. Baby Deni crawled to Renee and let the younger woman pull the back of her diaper up to see the mess within which she gently patted before clapping her hands. "Good girl, Baby Deni!" Renee praised as she patted the older woman's head before leaning forward and kissing it. "Charlotte, baby, how's it going?" she asked after guiding Baby Deni onto her lap to rub the girl's back as she lightly bounced her squishy bottom with one leg to reinforce that she was wearing a messy diaper but that it was normal and a positive thing for her now. Charlotte didn't answer, she just continued to grunt and suck her thumb with her eyes closed. Renee cleared her throat sharply. "Charlotte, does Mommy need to remind you that you're to answer Mommy when she asks you a question?" she asked. Charlotte whimpered softly and opened her eyes. "I'm sorry, Mommy, I'm just trying to go." she said quietly through her thumb, her speech an adorably garbled prattle. Renee patted the bed in front of her to beckon Charlotte over. Charlotte crawled over, a pout on her face as she looked up at Renee and over at the happy Baby Deni with the winning load in her diaper. "Baby Deni, give your big sister a hug and kiss to make her feel better." Renee commanded. The older woman scooted off her Mommy's lap and to Charlotte where she threw her arms around the younger girl to tightly hug her before leaning back to plant a big kiss on her cheek. Renee clicked her tongue in disapproval. "Cheek kisses aren't for sisters." she chided. Baby Deni hurriedly planted her lips on Charlotte's to comply with Mommy's wishes, moaning softly as Charlotte's soft lips parted and her tongue entered her mouth, moving across her own gently as it explored her mouth. Charlotte lay back onto the bed as she guided Baby Deni down with her, kissing the older woman sweetly and deeply, knowing that Mommy was watching and wanting to give her the show she knew she wanted. Charlotte reached her hand behind Baby Deni and pushed the older woman forward with her hand sinking into the mushy seat of her diaper, getting a surprised moan from the older woman as she let her tongue dance with Charlotte's. Renee watched the display with a smile creeping across her lips, a sense of satisfaction washing over her as she watched her beloved Charlotte take the reigns in the little makeout session, leading the surprisingly submissive Baby Deni into her first interracial gay experience all with a sagging messy diaper taped around her waist. She wondered what Daddy would think about this situation for the briefest of moments before she caught herself and pushed the dreadful man from her mind to focus on the show in front of her. Charlotte cuddled Baby Deni to her as they continued making out and rolled with the older woman so that she was on top of her, giggling sweetly as she broke off the kiss and watched Baby Deni's eyes flutter open as she whimpered softly at the loss of the sweet kisses. Raising herself up so she was straddling the older woman's stomach she arched her back as she ran her hands down her body, over the crinkly plastic around her waist, up Baby Deni's stomach to her breasts and lowered herself to kiss the older woman's nipples and tease them with little flicks of her tongue. Renee covered her mouth to keep from giggling at the display of total dominance that Charlotte had over her new little sister. Reaching out her hand she gave a firm swat to Charlotte's padded backside. "No teasing, Charlotte, you know how impatient little one's can get if you make them wait too long." she chided. Charlotte expertly shifted her position so her face was above Baby Deni's diapered crotch and Baby Deni was below her own and looked up at Renee with a look of lust and eagerness that made Renee visible shudder as a pink flush formed in her cheeks which made Charlotte smile wide at her just before she buried her face into Baby Deni's diapered crotch. Renee watched intently, her fingers deftly moving between her thighs as things unfolded in front of her, both girls moaning and panting as their diapers crinkled loudly as they gyrated into each other's faces. The room suddenly went silent as Charlotte let out a muffled fart and finally filled her diaper as she humped Baby Deni's face, the older woman crying out in ecstasy despite being as close to literally shit on as was possible with both girls wearing diapers, Charlotte joining her in orgasmic bliss shortly after she finished messing herself and Renee biting her lip as she came at the end of the bed just by watching everything happen. All three women panted heavily as Charlotte looked up at Renee lustily and crawled to her, moving between her thighs to lap up the juices she'd spent on the sheets while Baby Deni took up sucking her thumb as she watched the two of them. Renee lifted Charlotte's head up with a cupped hand beneath her chin and kissed her on the mouth softly, the younger girl whimpering into her mouth as she returned the kiss eagerly. Breaking the kiss, Renee smiled at her two girls. "There are no losers today, everyone gets to take a bath with Mommy." she declared before rising from the bed and beckoning her two babies to crawl behind her to the nearby bathroom. ************************************************************************ When Mr. Figueroa knocked on the door and got no reply he slowly opened it, setting Stephanie on his hip as he entered the room. The first thing he noticed was the smell in the room, the pungent aroma of sex and feces lingering in the room. The bed was stained in several areas, the blankets and sheets in total disarray as he walked further into the room. He heard giggling and splashing coming from the bathroom and made his way towards it. Inside the bathroom in the large tub were the three women he'd left there the previous day. His daughter Renee sat at one end of the tub, Charlotte sat between her legs facing away from her and Baby Deni sat between Charlotte's legs facing away from the other two women with Renee washing Charlotte's back and Charlotte washing Baby Deni's back while Baby Deni played with several brightly colored plastic rings floating in the soapy water in front of her. "Girls, say hello to your Grandpa." Renee urged. Charlotte looked to Mr. Figueroa and then twisted in the tub to look at Renee in confusion. "That's right, baby, Mr. Figueroa is Mommy's real father." Renee told her as she helped her turn back around the right way. Baby Deni waved excitedly, flinging soapy water from her fingertips. "Hi Gampa!" she exclaimed. Renee looked at Stephanie perched on her Daddy's hip and smiled at the girl. "You must be Stephanie!" she cooed. Stephanie blushed and buried her face into her Dada's chest. "She's a little shy, but give 'er a few minutes and she'll warm right up to ya." Mr. Figueroa said as he rubbed his little one's back. Renee nodded. "Can you hand me a towel?" she asked her father. Mr. Figueroa nodded and grabbed one of the large bath towels from the rack by the door and handed it to his daughter, casting his gaze to the floor as she rose from the tub and took the towel to wrap it around her body. "You don't have to do that, it's just nudity." she told him with a soft chuckle. He kept his gaze on the floor. "Yer still my daughter." he told her. Renee nodded, unseen by her father and moved past him to retrieve her clothes from the other room, returning after a few minutes properly attired. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." she told him sincerely. He shook his head. "It's jes that yer the spittin' image of yer mama and I'd hate to make a fool outta myself by lookin' at ya any kinda way that wasn't proper." he told her. Renee chuckled. "Well, when you put it like that I'm really sorry for just letting everything hang out in the open." she said. He cleared his throat. "Maybe it's yer upbringin'." he said, looking at Denise harshly but softening his gaze when he saw her picking her nose with a soapy finger and sneezing repeatedly afterward. Renee shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever it is, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable in any way." she told him as she resumed washing her girls. ************************************************************************ "What's true and what's not?" Charlotte asked after she was dressed after the bath. Renee sat her up and kissed her forehead. "In good time, sweetie, but for right now Mommy needs you to be her big helper and keep the littler ones occupied while she and Grandpa have a grownup talk." she said sweetly. Charlotte shook her head. "You can't keep me in the dark, R-Mommy." she said, catching herself before speaking Renee's given name and properly addressing her. Mr. Figueroa smiled at the younger girl, she had spunk and he liked that, even though she was diapered and dressed in an outfit sized for an adult but designed for a toddler she was still trying to call the shots. "She's got a point, Renee." he said. Renee looked from Charlotte to her father. "I don't want her involved in this, she could get hurt." she told him. Charlotte put her hand on Renee's. "It will hurt me more if you lie to me and keep things from me like you used to." she said. "Remember that you told me you were going to be honest with me from now on?" she asked. Renee sighed. "Fine, but all you get is answers, you're far away from any action that happens." she said sternly. Charlotte nodded her understanding and let Renee help her off the bed and lead her to the small table across the room where she was placed onto her Mommy's lap by Mr. Figueroa before he took a seat across from them. "We actually do have business to conduct, so you get twenty questions and then you go play with the other's, deal?" Renee asked. Charlotte nodded her agreement. "What's the story with Mr. Figueroa and Baby Deni and you?" she asked. Renee shared the details of her life, her real mother's tragic fate, the circumstances of her conception, the planned coup to take over control of The Innocent, all of it and sighed. "It sounds like the plot of some kind of crazy mystery romance novel you see in the grocery store, doesn't it?" she asked. Charlotte lay her head against her Mommy's chest. "I'm sorry about your mom." she said softly. "But I'm glad that Mr. Figueroa is your real dad because he's really nice." she added. Mr. Figueroa smiled at her. "I think yer nice too, little lady." he said with a wink that garnered a little giggle from Charlotte and a smirk from Renee. "Are you going to stop me from writing my story?" Charlotte asked after a long pause. Renee shook her head. "No." she said. "You've been the key to all of this from the beginning because you were going to write a story about this place." she explained. "Daddy and Denise were afraid of me bringing you here because they feared being exposed, but once I'm in charge we're going public and your story is going to send us there." she said. "Why?" Charlotte asked. Renee gently rubbed her back. "Because if this place stays a shadowy, clandestine cult then people will have even more of a reason to judge it negatively. Society already looks down on people like the one's here, thinking they're pedophiles or just pathetic losers that can't cope with adulthood, why make them think we have something to hide or that we're doing illegal or immoral things here by keeping them in the dark about us?" she asked. Charlotte nodded. "You've thought a lot about this." she said. Renee nodded and kissed her forehead. "I want what's best for the people here, and I genuinely believe that full disclosure is the best thing for this organization." she said. Charlotte rested her head against Renee's chest and smiled up at her before looking excited. "Oh, what's the deal with the milk filled boobies?" she asked suddenly. Both Renee and Mr. Figueroa chuckled at the question. "Well, we have a medicine that makes ladies create milk for their babies even though they didn't have the baby like a mommy normally would." Renee explained. "Plus, I've always wanted to be able to breastfeed you and I started taking the medicine." she added with a kiss on Charlotte's forehead. Apparently satisfied with the answer and the kiss, Charlotte moved on. "Why didn't you just come clean with me about what you were planning from the beginning?" she asked. "I mean, why all the secrecy and using Mr. Figueroa to string me along?" she added. Renee smiled and rubbed the younger girl's back softly. "Given our past, would you have dropped everything to come help me?" she asked. Charlotte looked Renee in the eyes and quickly looked down at her own hands as she nervously fussed with them in her lap. "Probably not, no." she finally responded. "Well, there you go!" Renee exclaimed. "I didn't want to manipulate you into doing anything against your will, but I did need to mislead you a teensy bit to make sure you ended up where you are right now." she said. Charlotte sat silent for a moment and nodded softly her understanding. "I forgive you." she finally said. Renee looked confused for a moment. "Forgive me for what, sweetie?" she asked. Charlotte wiped her eyes as she began to cry and turned and threw her arms around Renee and buried her face into her ample chest. "Hey, what's wrong, baby?" Renee asked as she hugged her baby girl and gently rubbed her back. Charlotte pulled her face away from Renee's chest and looked up at her. "I forgive you for everything." she sobbingly declared. "I forgive you for the way you treated me when we first got together because you've shown me that that person hadn't taken the time to learn how to be a Mommy, she was selfish and shortsighted and made all the wrong moves to get what she wanted without caring about my wants and feelings." she explained as she sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. Renee grabbed a tissue from the small travel pack in her pocket and quickly wiped Charlotte's nose for her before resuming her calming back rubs. "That!" Charlotte exclaimed. "The old Renee would never have lovingly wiped my nose without a word, she would've belittled me and spoken to me in a way that made me feel like I was small and childish so that I would question whether I was fit to call myself an adult." she explained. "But you just did what a mother would do with her child and it made me feel like you were actually my Mommy." she said. "You got a smart little cookie there." Mr. Figueroa commented with an approving smile. Renee nodded. "You don't need to tell me, I already know." she said with a warm smile first at him and then at Charlotte. "Thank you for forgiving me, Charlotte, it means a lot that you feel like I've become a better person to you." she said, wiping an errant tear from the corner of her eye. Charlotte nodded once as a punctuation to the events at the table. "I'd like to go play with my little sister and," she hesitated, "grandma?" she asked. Renee and Mr. Figueroa laughed loudly at the question. "I wouldn't bother tryin' ta put labels on our little family, sweetheart." Mr. Figueroa told her. Renee nodded. "Mommy and Grandpa are the important ones to remember." she said. "Do you know why, baby?" she asked. Charlotte sat in deep contemplation for a moment, the tip of her tongue peeking out from the corner of her mouth. "Because Mommy and Grandpa are the grownups and we're just babies?" she asked. Renee and Mr. Figueroa shared an impressed glance and Renee nodded and kissed Charlotte on the forehead. "You three are anything but "just" to us, sweetie." she said before helping her little one off her lap and giving her a gentle pat on the crinkly bottom. "Be good and play nice." she urged and smiled as Charlotte nodded and toddled off to join the other little ones. "Yer very lucky to've found her." Mr. Figueroa told his daughter. Renee turned her attention back to her father and smiled and nodded. "I know." she said. "I'm glad she let me show her how much better I've gotten at all of this." she added. The two focused their attention on the task at hand and began discussing their plans for the following day.

Yes, it is I! I've actually been in a writing mood so I've come to gift you all with more of this story that I guess people like for some reason. Enjoy. Another town, another mission. This one incidentally fell into their lap. They had travelled to the town, Ridgeville, to trade. They had a surplus of scrap and needed to get rid of it in favor of more useful things like food, which had lessened considerably from winter. Tali and Gabe were normally loath to sell potentially useful materials. Gabriel used any scrap metal to repair his armor, while Tali would use whatever junk at could in order to make random things that either exploded or at the very least could be chucked at enemies. Ridgeville was located inside one of the many cities that dotted the landscape. Not many built their homes in cities. Between mutants and smaller raider groups, cities tended to be more dangerous. On top of that, there were less opportunities for hunting, and the like, making successful scavenging a must, and trade more vital than ever. Either way, the town itself was rather impressive. Scaffolding connected the various buildings that served as homes, and the whole town was decorated with lights of various colors. At night Ridgeville must of have been exceptionally beautiful. The town encompassed a large amount of the city, probably several blocks. The streets were well populated, and despite their complete lack of any walls or other defensive structures, the people seemed at ease. Clearly this was not a village used to trouble. Looking around, the answer as to why started to become more clear. Almost every building had turrets set up, much like the kind they employed at their bases. In any case, it hadn't taken long for them to get recognized. Always eager to help, and with the promise of better trading deals and supplies as payment, Miles accepted and the job was explained by the town sheriff, a grim looking man named Murphy. The man was rather ordinary. To be honest, Rain was to caught up with eyeing the various stalls filled with goods to pay much attention to him. She would let Miles handle the business aspect, she just needed to know where to aim and who to shoot. “So how can we help you, Murphy?” The old sheriff took off his hat and leaned in close to whisper to the group. “There's been a murder. Happened yesterday. I’ve kept it quiet for now, but soon enough people will get suspicious. Then they'll be out for blood. As bad as it sounds, we can't afford for the town to shut down because of this. But if you can solve it before they notice….?” Miles nodded sympathetically. “Tell us as much as you can, and we'll get to it. What happened?” “The victim was a woman named Rebecca Powers. She owned a little store at the edge of town, dealing in old electronics mostly. Not a particularly popular store, but she did alright. She was…..well she was very private woman, kept to herself mostly. She didn't seem to really like it here, nor did she like most of us all too much. Honestly, she probably wouldn't have bothered with the store if she could've avoided it.” “Keep going. Do you have any idea who did it?” “That's where we're lucky. We know exactly who did it, or at the very least have a good suspicion. There's a drifter whose made himself rather unwelcome in most towns. Goes by Zhang. Asian fella, about your height, real shifty though. Not much else I can give you besides that. But we'd like him brought back alive if possible.” Miyuki rolled her eyes. “So we're looking for a shifty Asian, huh? At least he'll stand out.” Murphy blanched. “I didn't mean no offense. We welcome all people here.” “Why are you so sure it was him?” “His normal method is to sneak into a town and steal whatever he can, then hightail it out before anyone notices. We got warning from a nearby settlement that he was around, so we knew he might come here and we were watching out, but he still slipped in. I was informed that he was in Rebecca’s shop, but by the time I got there it was too late.” “She was dead and he was gone? I’m assuming he stole her things as well?” Murphy sighed. “I don't know if he took anything or not. I didn't frequent the joint and we haven't looked for any type of inventory log. Rebecca didn't suffer fools though, that's for sure. My guess is she caught him and tried to deal with it herself. It…..it wasn't pretty, Miles. He cut her up bad. Now she might not have been the most friendly of people, but she was one of us. We're simple people and whatever our flaws, we look after our own.” Miles nodded. “So it's a small town's justice then? I'm betting it won't be pretty.” “There'll be a trial. We're not animals. But yeah, it probably won't be something you'd want your little one there to see. That a problem?” Rain snapped back to attention at that. She had been focused on a food stall that was frying something that smelled pretty damn good. The others were snickering at her, and she turned back around to hide her red face. Miles chuckled but didn't bother correcting him. “If you could give us an idea of which way he went, we'll get after him.” “He was last seen heading north.” Murphy pointed. “Closest town is only a few hours walk. Maybe he's still there, selling off his goods or resting at an inn. If not, he might be rushing towards Jericho Thorne’s area.” “We'll catch him. He's days away from Thorne’s territory.” After a quick stop at the food stall, they headed off. For her part, Rain was regretting wearing pants instead of her usual skirt, but she had wanted to wear the Regulator jacket that Miles had given her and it looked better with pants. Still, even in her lighter diaper, she felt like she was waddling. Miyuki gave her a nudge, nodding her head towards Miles. “It's no wonder he thought you were Miles’ kid, look at you. You match and everything. How adorable.” “Maybe you're jealous he didn’t give you one, huh? I mean, I joined last after all, but I guess the captain likes me better. Must be hard for you.” Rain said smugly. “Pfff. Dream on, little girl. I'd say he’s painting a target on your back with that thing. He's probably hoping you'll act as a decoy.” Rain brought her hand to her mouth in mock surprise. “Wow. To think Miles would trust me to act as his decoy. Hey don't worry, I'm sure you can find something to punch…..or whatever, make yourself useful, y’know?” Miyuki laughed menacingly, wrapping an arm around her neck and putting her in a light headlock. “You better watch it, missy. I will not hesitate to pull down those pants and spank your diapered behind.” “Oh. I thought you only liked spankings when Surra was involved. Were you a bad girl, Miyuki?” “That does it. Can we stop guys? Rain needs to relearn some manners. Maybe we'll work on potty training afterwards.” Tali smiled back at them, shaking her head. “Behave you two or I'll put laxative in one of your meals tonight, only I won't tell you who.” Miyuki let her go at last. “You're more used to it than me, but I don't want to risk it. The jacket does look pretty good on you though, seriously.” Rocco chimed in from behind them, fanning himself with his hat. “Uh….could we hear more about Surra spanking you, Miyuki? Please? I'm a lonely ghoul.” Miyuki gave a disgusted look. “That's an image I didn't need. You should be like Gabriel, at least he's a gentleman.” “Hmmm? What?” Gabe asked. “Sorry I was uh…..lost in…..thought. I very vaguely recall something about spankings?” “Oh my God! You too?!” “What? My rugged good looks only get me so far, and the eyepatch doesn't help as much as you'd think. If I were a younger man then maybe.” Rain ran ahead with her hands over her ears. “Ewww. No, stop, there's a child present! Don't scar me with this grown-up talk.” Miyuki pointed at her. “You started this. Get back here and suffer with me!” “Gee I would, but I need to be closer to Miles. Y’know, as his decoy. Have fun though.” Rain giggled, sticking out her tongue. Rain rushed to the front and took her place beside Miles. He subtly extended a fist for her to bump. “Nice one. A little mean, but she did used to beat you up after all, right?” She shrugged and gave an evil grin. “I'm too busy laughing right now to feel bad. Check back later.” From the back she could hear Rocco fishing for me details. “I mean, was there a whip? You don't have to say it out loud, just blink twice if there were whips involved.” “Rocco!!!” * They walked through the ruins of the abandoned city, heading for the next town. As she had thought many times before when traversing a city, Rain marveled at the idea that people once inhabited places like this, populating the huge skyscrapers that were now empty and foreboding, almost like sleeping giants. She tried to imagine people walking the streets, busy going one place or another. She tried to imagine those giant buildings perfect and whole, standing tall and proud under blue skies, instead of desolate and crumbling monuments with broken windows and overgrown moss. She looked over at the multitude of rusted and broken down vehicles, wondering how such devices could have ever worked. In a few, there were still crumbling skeletons at the wheels, having taken their last breath inside a steel can. Where had they been going? Maybe they were rushing to safety when the end came, or stuck in traffic that surely existed back then. Rain had to turn away from a few vehicles when she saw multiple bodies in them. One even had some….very small ones in the back. With a sigh, she tried to envision one more time what this city might have looked like before mankind was crushed by their own weapons of war. A somber musing, and one that was quite sad as well. Her reverie was cut short when what looked like a settlement appeared on the horizon. They had barely walked an hour, it seemed too early to have reached their destination. Miles and the others had stopped in their tracks, and the sudden tension in the air said that they had indeed stumbled on something unintended. Looking again at the settlement ahead she could vaguely make out a flag flying, a flag that depicted a devil surrounded by flames. “That can't be.” Tali whispered. “Off the road!” Miles ordered. They moved off the road and crouched down beside some cars. They hadn't seemed to have made themselves known yet, though Rain could see armed men patrolling the perimeter. Gabe grunted and nodded toward the camp. “No doubt about it. They belong to Thorne. Probably one of the generals judging by the size.” Miyuki shook her head. “That makes no sense. They're way too far south. You think this is some kind of attempt at expansion?” “Who cares why they're here?” Rocco asked. “Do you see the other flag? Which general is it?” Sure enough, a second flag was flying near the first. The wind was blowing too much to see it though. Rocco nudged her. “Kid, you ever seen a picture of those old time plague doctors?” He continued as she nodded. “If you see one now, get ready to run. That means the Doctor is around. You don't want to get captured by him.” The Doctor was named Thomas Yates, a regular name that hid a more sinister persona. A general of Jericho Thorne, he ruled in the far northwest. Miyuki was terrified of him, in fact, everyone seemed to be afraid of the Doctor due to his penchant for torturing his enemies. “No. Look now that the wind has died down.” Miles said. “It's an axe, right?” Sure enough, the banner was a red axe over a black background. So it was another general, Lucas Hudson, and ruler of the southern border of Thorne’s empire. “What the hell is Hudson doing down here?” Miles queried. “Last I heard, Thorne had set up pretty clear borders. It makes no sense.” “So what now? We can go around I guess.” Rocco advised. Miles seemed to consider it, but then smiled thinly. “No need. We'll just pass right through. Maybe we can ask about our thief. Either way, I don't like the idea of leaving them there without knowing why.” “That's crazy! We're talking about at least a hundred men in there.” Rocco objected. Miles looked back, his bright blue eyes narrowing in a look that dared another complaint. It didn't seem like he was taking no for an answer. “Just watch yourself. Hudson is a fairly reasonable guy. So long as we don't give him cause, we'll be fine. Everyone keep your hands away from your weapons. We'll approach slowly with our hands raised. Let's go.” They headed toward the huge encampment, with Rain feeling more apprehensive with each step. Somehow, a man nicknamed the Axe, didn't strike her as a reasonable guy. Not to mention, she remembered her vision of the attack on the Regulators. Miles was stopped from getting to Thorne by a fire axe in the back. With how much Miles hated anything to do with Thorne, she found it odd that he wasn't demanding an immediate attack. The guards saw them quickly, and soon a party of fifteen raiders had come to meet them. At the head was an ugly man with a bushy dark moustache. He gave an order and the men spread out to surround them. The moustached man glared at Miles, recognition burning in his eyes. Miles however, seemed calm as a still pond. Either he didn't recognize the man, or he was being very diplomatic. “I need to speak with Hudson. Send word we're here.” The man shoved a finger the captain's chest. “You don't order me around you bastard! Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right here!” Miles didn't so much as look at him. “You'll die if you try it. We aren't here for a fight. Now run and fetch your commander.” “You don't remember me do you? You attacked my tribe many years ago. I nearly died thanks to you.” “I tend to forget all the stupid assholes I’ve killed or nearly killed. Count yourself lucky.” The man clenched his fists, only barely restraining himself. “You got balls. I should have torn them off at your base five years ago. You have no idea how happy I was when we burned that shithole to the ground. I killed so many of your friends. Come on, draw your weapon, I fucking dare ya.” Miles finally looked at the man, murder in his eyes. It seemed like conflict was inevitable. Gabriel looked as though he was ready to jump in front of Miles if need be. The others all seemed to be reaching for their weapons. “Wait! Wait!” a small voice cried out. A young man was rushing toward them from the camp. He was thin as a reed and seemed only a year or so older Rain herself. The man with the moustache tensed up, a Rain could feel an intense frustration coming from him. The boy reached them at last, heaving and sucking on large amounts of air. The distance was so little, Rain couldn't help but marvel at how out of shape the boy was. “Mr. Hudson……he……ah….he wants to see them……He sent me…..to escort them.” The man grunted and stroked his facial hair. “You don't look like you can escort anyone, Kyle. Pathetic. Look at you, you're huffing and puffing from a light jog!” “I have asthma…” Kyle whined. “Bah. No such thing. Don't fake an illness because you're a weak little girl. Hell, there's a little girl right here who could probably kick your ass.” Rain felt her eyebrow twitch from annoyance, but the thin young man trembled anyway. “Why would she want to?!” He asked bewildered. “You piss me off, Kyle!” The man yelled. “It would seem we're done here.” Miles stated. “Lead the way, young man.” Kyle took another deep breath and pivoted on his heel. They passed the snarling group of men and began their way to the camp. The camp itself was hastily constructed, with tents crowding almost every inch of ground. The reception inside was just as bad. Most of the gathered raiders jeered and booed at them. Lewd jokes were directed at Tali and Miyuki. Many yelled curses at Miles. And of course, numerous jokes about the “little girl” in the group persisted as they made their way to the biggest tent near the back of the camp. For the first time in the day, she was happy she hadn't worn a skirt. Her diaper being exposed here would have been too much to bear. Kyle led them inside where two men stood by something amazing. It was a car, but it had been beautifully restored with a cherry red paint job. The metal parts seemed new and the whole vehicle was polished lovingly. Lucas Hudson, the Axe, was immediately noticeable. He was shorter than Miles by just a bit, but looked very well built. He had dark tan skin and he was wearing what looked like prewar military pants and a white tank top that was discolored with grease. His head was shaved at the side, and the hair he did have was styled into a mohawk. He glanced briefly at their group before signaling that they should wait. Rain glanced over at the corner where his fabled fire axe stood nearby. The other man was much older and was beaming over the vehicle proudly. “We did it sir. Look at how she shines. I honestly wasn't sure we would find the parts we needed, but just look at her.” Hudson was smiling happily. He headed over to Kyle and slapped his back, almost knocking the poor boy over. “Look at that, boy! Have you ever seen anything like it? Check it out, Miles. Look at my baby. It took years but she's almost ready. I bet you're jealous, huh?” “Very impressive, Hudson.” The old man looked suddenly confused. “Uh….sir? What else is there to do? We've restored her as best we can already.” “What the hell are you talking about? We're going to get her running. It's been my dream for years. I'm tired of having to walk all over the damn place.” “Sir, I thought you simply wished to restore the vehicle. I'm afraid there's no way to get her running.” Hudson blankly looked at the man. Beside him, Kyle stiffened in fear. “What do you mean?” “I thought you knew. The technology for those vehicles was lost hundreds of years ago.” “Then what have we been doing all this time? You were recommended as an expert in old cars. Now you say you can't fix it?!” Kyle tugged meekly on Hudson’s arm. “Stay calm, sir. Please?” “I am calm. I’m calm. I'm so fucking calm. Please…..continue old man.” The man seemed to realize his precarious position and began looking at the exit longingly. “I am an expert at fixing them up, yes, but no one knows how to get them running, they used nuclear fusion after all.” Hudson appeared to be getting more and more red and had begun pacing around. “So let's…..just do that then.” “Ludicrous. Such an art was lost long ago. It’s impossible.” Hudson looked over and pointed to Gabriel. “I heard the Brotherhood had a giant fucking robot and vehicles that flew. Flew! In the fucking sky!” “I-I'm sorry, sir. There's simply no way. I didn't mean to mislead you.” Kyle looked more and more worried. “Sir, please. Remember what we talked about. Count to ten remember?” Hudson kept pacing. “Yeah yeah, I know. I’m good. One…..two……three…..four……ah fuck it!” In a split second he had his axe in hand. The poor old man barely had time to scream before the blade had descended down on him. Hudson kept counting with every swing, until he reached ten. He took a final deep breath before tossing the axe on the ground. He looked over at Kyle, who had sunk to his knees despondently, a hand over his face.” “Boy! Clean this up and get our….guest out of here.” “I hate my job.” Kyle complained. “Why do I bother? It's always the same.” “Kyle!” Hudson yelled, gesturing to the bloody body. “We have guests. Don't be rude, get this guy outta here.” The boy got to his task unhappily. He took the body by the arms, whimpering as he struggled to drag to corpse away. Rain couldn't help but feel bad for him. “And bring me a new shirt! Good kid, Kyle. I'm friends with his father. He's always been a sickly kid and I promised to help toughen him up. A task I might add, that has rivaled the restoration of my baby. He has been helping me work on my anger though.” Miles smirked. “Oh, I can tell.” “Miles, I'm afraid you've caught me at a bad time and my good mood has suddenly spoiled. What are you doing here?” “I was going to ask you the same thing. You're far from your territory.” Hudson shrugged. “My former mechanic said the last part I needed for my baby was down here. Besides whose gonna mess with me? I'm Thorne’s man after all.” Miles had tensed up again. The two enemies glared at each other openly. This was the man who had halted Miles in his tracks, who had assisted in the destruction of his home. The situation seemed likely to explode at any second. “I see you got a Kyle of your own. How's it hanging, girlie? I've heard a lot about you. They say you're quite the fighter.” Rain met the bloody general’s gaze. “I'm afraid I don't know much about you.” “Not much to tell. I used to be in a caravan run by my father. We were trading our wares in Jericho’s territory. But my dear old pa was a tad greedy. We reached a road with a toll and instead of paying, my father killed the guards and we had to flee. He thought that Jericho was a nobody and wouldn't deign to pay the rather small toll. That was a bad move. I fuckin told him that too.” “Did he come after you?” “Of course. Jericho himself led a group to get revenge. So there we were, outgunned and outnumbered. I was never one for numbers and trade, so I grabbed the nearest thing to me and started swinging. That very axe there. But my father and everyone else had already fallen. Needless to say, Jericho was impressed and offered me a place with him.” “Now you see who our enemy is, Rain.” Miles said coldly. “The type of people for which nothing is sacred, not even family.” The Axe chuckled. “Let's be civil now, Miles. Here I am being polite. Now I'll ask again. Why are you here?” Tali spoke instead, trying to ease the situation. “We're pursuing a thief who murdered a woman nearby.” Hudson scratched his head. “I don't suppose he was a squirrelly Asian fella by chance? Cause if so, take a look outside.” They pulled open the tent and looked to where the general was pointing. Sure enough, there was an Asian man hung by the neck from a lamp post. “The little bastard tried to steal food from our cook, Bertha, who happens to be as big as a Super Mutant and about as friendly as one too. Not a great cook either, but that's neither here nor there. Believe me, it was a mercy when I finally ended his misery.” “Well that’s that I guess.” Rocco sighed. “Saves us the legwork.” “See? I did ya a favor. You can even keep all the reward too, that's how nice I am.” Miles turned, ready to leave. “We're done here then. Til next time I suppose.” Hudson has finally torn off his bloody shirt as Kyle returned with a clean black t-shirt. “Leaving so soon? Don't feel like reminiscing? I was just gonna say how much you still surprise me. I mean, I watched you get shot to hell and even stuck my axe in your back. Yet here you stand, like nothing had happened.” Miles turned, his fist clenched. “No. Not like nothing happened. I will never forget, Hudson. One day, I will kill you. You and Jericho both. I came here because you're the least horrible, but the more I stand here, the angrier I get.” It was true. In fact, Rain couldn't think of a time when Miles had ever been this angry. It seemed to roll off of him like an aura of hatred. Normally, he was the picture of calm. Miles never lost his cool. Ever. “You're lucky it's me then, considering the others would have already killed you. Might wanna remember that.” Miles seemed to reign in his fury and calm down. Only barely. “The other generals still around?” “Sure. Indara is just as wild and beautiful as ever. To be fair, we generals don’t see much of each other these days.” “What about the Super Mutant?” Rain asked. “Barnabas? Yeah he's around. My personal favorite actually, he's funny as hell. Then again, the idea of a big Super Mutant who rides on giant brahmin and wields a chainsaw might sound funny at first until you see the ugly fucker coming at you.” “The Doctor?” Miles asked. It looked like he was willing to put aside his anger in order for information. The axe swinging general seemed all too happy to talk as well. “Yeah, Yates is still around. Everyone hates him. But he's feared, that's for sure, and in an outfit like ours, fear equals strength. There's even talk of him taking over in a coup.” That got Miles’ attention. “A coup? Is that really possible? Could Thorne be overthrown?” Hudson wagged a finger at him. “Don't get your hopes up. Yates is a goddamn psychopath. He's hardly interested in leading his own men. People like to talk. But Jericho……well he's been off the last few years. It seems like wiping the Regulators out took something out of him. He's not the same. The other tribes see this, and they've never been content under an upstart like the boss, as you know.” “If so many want him dead, maybe they should help me instead of trying to kill me.” “Nah. They still hate you more. Besides, Indara and I wouldn't allow it, Barnabas neither probably. Then there's Viktor. He's always nearby and ain't nobody looking to take him on. I get you hate him and all, Miles, but Thorne has done a lot of good since taking over.” Rain found herself speaking up. For some reason she couldn't help herself. “He's done a lot of harm too. How much blood is on his hands?” Hudson nodded, looking thoughtful. “Oh yes. He's done a ton of harm for sure. No argument there. What can I say? The man's a damn paradox. Despite acknowledging that you're our enemy, Jericho seems to really like you. I’d even say he admires you.” Miles was practically fuming at that, his hands balled into fists, and his knuckles turning white. Hudson kept talking, unaware. “He hates torture, but he gave that Maxwell guy to-“ Finally he seemed to have realized that he had said too much. But Miles had already drawn his weapon, the barrel of his gun directly in the general's face. “What was that? What….did he do to Maxwell?! Tell me now…..or die.” “Miles….” Tali warned, reaching slightly to place a hand on his arm. Gabriel also stepped forward. “Some caution please, captain. Remember where we are.” George Maxwell was the man who had taken Miles in, and was like a father to him. He had been captured by Thorne and had ultimately led the raiders to the Regulators front door. Lucas Hudson was apparently not a man to be threatened. He took a step forward and put his hand over the weapon. “Are you….seriously threatening me right now? Are you honestly going to come into MY camp and threaten me?! Do you have any idea what I could do to you with a single word?” Miles pulled the hammer back on his weapon, and they all realized that at that moment he would have fired without hesitation. Even Hudson seemed to have become grimly aware of his position. “Fine. You didn't hear this from me though. After we grabbed the old man, Jericho asked him to give you up, and then he became really angry when he did. I don't know why, maybe because the old guy hadn't even been smacked around or anything when he gave you up. Jericho was furious. After the battle, he gave Maxwell to…….to the Doctor.” “How long? Is…is he still alive?” “Well……last I heard he was. In a manner of speaking.” Miles had lowered his gun, but his whole body was shaking, whether from anger or something else was unclear. “Where is he? Is he with the Doctor, at that rumored asylum in the far west?” Hudson sighed. “No. Jericho wanted him to be surrounded by the one's he betrayed. At the one place he knew you'd never go back too.” Miles turned and walked out without another word. The answer was clear to them all. They were going to get George Maxwell, and he was at the Regulator headquarters.

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

Anxiety is one of the most prevalent mental health problems in the world, with as many as one in thirteen people being affected by, most of those going untreated. With over 275 million estimated suffers world wide, and an estimated economic cost 70 to a 100 billion pounds in the UK alone. Right now it had me hiding under my desk hyperventilating. I was kneeling, rocking back and forth, breathing hard and getting an all too close up view of the institutional carpet. Most of the office was out to lunch, in both the metaphorical and literal sense, and I had the better part of an hour to get myself ready. I was in charge of a presentation that would determine my career, my partner's career, possibly the careers of the whole damn department! Come on, Maggie get it together girl, just breath like the youtube video said. In and out. IN and oooout. There that's it you've got it. It was in the middle of exhalatory pep talk that I felt a hand on my head. Frozen mid rock, mid breath, I was a deer in headlights totally still. “and oout” purred the one voice that at moment could melt me like no other. With a slow exhalation I turned and looked at her. I loved her dear reader. She looked down at me, the Florissant lighting tubes ringed her dark messy bun with a halo, the concern on her face made my heart leap. Taking me by the hand and cradling my head with the other she gently pulled me out from under the desk and into a tight embrace. In that moment, suffocating in her tits would have been the happiest death anyone could imagine. “What's the matter Mags?” “Just nervous” I muttered into her sternum. “That was far more than nerves, have you been listening to those files I gave you?” “Noooo,” I whined, “I can't ever find the time”. “Right, you're coming home with me tonight and I'll make sure you listen to them.” “Fiine” I said with a sigh. We slowly broke apart till we were standing together holding hands, leaning down she gave a long lingering kiss. “It won't be all boring will it” she said with a sultry purr to her voice. I was left blushing and stammering, she could also ways do that to me, leave me a blushing blob with little more a twitch of the lips. “L...Lo...Love you Liz.” “I know” she said with a wink and left me ****** I stood in Liz's office, preparing for the big meeting starring at my reflection in the floor to ceiling windows that took up a wall of the room measuring my reflection against the skyline. Even all these stories up I was still tiny, I need to stand on the shoulders of giants to reach the top shelf! I curled my stockinged toes into carpet, some movie had said it was good to get over jet-lag maybe it'd calm me down now. Fussing and twitching at my clothes, wandering the room, going over the points of my presentation time and again. In the centre of the room stood a pair of high heels Liz had bought me, for luck she said. Five inches heels, the red leather reflecting the over head lighting. I felt like a child wearing her mothers shoes in them, as wobbly as a new born calf but she was so excited to give them to me over dinner I couldn't not wear them. I circled them liked a wary predator sniffing out a particularly dangerous trap. Liz poked her head in the door with a cheery “five minutes darling”. I must have made quite the sight; blouse collar half untucked, hair worried to a fizzy tangle, chewing multiple fingers at once, it's quite a wonder she didn't breakdown laughing. Instead she strode over and because setting me to rights, smoothing down my hair, tidying my clothes all while saying a constant stream of soothing nonsense. At least is was to me, I'm sure Liz was actually saying very sensible and calming thing but all I heard was white noise. Her swift fingers quickly had me looking more or less respectable, instead of a mad woman pulled throw a hedge backwards. She walked me to the centre of the room and I was about to grab the shoes when she did something odd. She bent down and started putting the shoes on my feet for me, gently slipping them in and buckling the strap, no one had done that since I was a small child. I held one hand to her shoulder to stay steady and watch a bit dumb founded. She made such a simple task so intimate and loving. Once I was properly shod, many inches higher, she gracefully stood up and with a move of such smoothness it should be studied by Lutharios and Casanovas for generations to come, took my hand from her shoulder into her own and pressed it to her lips in one fluid graceful movement. ***** We crashed giggling into her doorway, Liz in between breathy giggles started shushing me, “You'll wake the neighbours ssshhhh” “I don't care” I bellowed “I loooooove you Elisabeth Chambers you stupid sexy goddess”. She only stopped me shouting by kissing me and somehow opening her front door at the same time. We crashed on her mat, in a scramble of limbs, lips and a moans. Liz got up first from our tangle, and closed the door. “You're drunk” she pronounced with the assurance of the equally sauced “I'm gonna make us some coffee”. With that she strode off into the interior of her house. I lay there watching her shapely behind as it regretfully disappeared from view. My feet hurt abysmally; I'd been in these stilts all afternoon, then in the Indian the team had gone to after work to celebrate, then a pub, and then bar for just me and Liz. It was sometime... dark, that was all I could tell from my vantage of the mat, so either the sun had exploded and we hadn't notice, a distinct possibility, or we'd been celebrating for quite awhile. Either way, I was not meant to be at such towering heights for so long, I would return to Hobbiton with my normal ease and grace. I began tugging at the strap and sole, the buckle was clearly formulated of some kind of impossible lock that only the greatest of cat burglars could undo. After much wiggling and groans I gave up. I heard the pop of the kettle and the question that follows it's tolling world over. “Do you want milk or sugar?” sang out the solo choir. “Milk and three please” I chanted back my half of the ritual. With the superb logic and clear thinking that will no doubt win me both the booker, nobel and a gold swimming certificate, I started crawling towards the kitchen. Liz stepped out, steaming mugs in both hands, to see me on hands and knees wobbly crawling towards her. “What are you doing?” “My feet hurt” “Then take off your shoes” “I can't! They're stuck to me, I'll have to dance and dance forever” said with as much woe and pathos as I could muster, I didn't get a B in drama for nothing you know. “Okay little miss red shoes, come on into the sitting room so at least you can be comfortable while you dance you feet into nubs”. I followed behind on slow and clumsy hands and knees, I could see Liz watching me as we made the short (for her) way to the palatial comfort of her three piece suite. “You know” She said looking down on me, “being on your hands and knees suits you” “Maybe I was a cat in a past life, careful I don't pee in your shoes” I said with a giggle. Soon I had clambered on the sofa with much relief. Laying head flung back into the soft cushions, I moaned, “Doomed, doomed, doomed to dance forever”. I felt my legs being lifted in turn and then my feet were free. Then Liz began massaging them, pressing her thumbs deep into the arch of my foot. My moans changed from dolorous to near orgasmic instantly. Once she was done I leaned forward, “Oh what do I owe you for lifting this terrible curse, oh heavenly angel” “Just a kiss!” A price I gladly paid. **** I wormed my way deeper under the duvet, as if somewhere under there was the cosy contentment of deepest sleep. I groaned and twisted, and after only a small amount of flailing I opened my eyes, the light was a blinding glare and set off the headache that had been waiting to pounce. I flung the duvet over my face and moaned, hangovers and I were long associates but they never got more pleasant. I lay there letting the noises of the day wash over me; great waves of morning traffic, squalls of bird song, sprays of children playing, what a truly retched day. The stomping footfalls of some gargantuan monster were coming towards me, I could almost feel the room shudder around me. “There's some water and aspirin on the side” whispered Liz in a deafening roar and kissed the top of my head through the duvet. Once she was gone I finally braved the light again, even if it might burn me to a crisp with it's deathly rays. Once fortified with water and hard drugs, I stared around the room. Some of my clothes hung from the brass bed frame, with one red shoe hooked on a nob. Liz's bedroom felt like something out of a gothic romance to me, the walls were a dark plum purple, with one wall an extravagant victorian patterned wall paper. Dark red curtains hung from floor to ceiling either side of the bed. The one thing that spoiled the look of the room was the fluffy pink dressing gown that hung on the back of the door. I got out of the bed, despite it's heavenly comfort, and rooted around in some of Liz's draws to cover my nakedness. I found an over sized tshirt and pulled it on, it came down to nearly my knees. I'm not sure why she'd want a shirt that proclaimed Bela Lugosi's dead but what ever. I carefully massaged my behind as it was rather sore from last nights fun. I vaguely remembered Liz spanking me for some reason, that girl must be kinkier than I thought. I padded down the stairs and wonderful smells greeted me. The sounds of frying were coming from the kitchen so I dutifully made my were there. Somehow Liz was already dressed, it wasn't even past noon yet! Humming away she was making a stack of french toast and bubbling away was a pot of coffee, it was a scene so domestic and wholesome I nearly got tooth decay. I kind of just stood there, leaning against the door frame watching her, taking in ever little movement, the way she tucked her hair behind her ears only for it slip back a strand at a time. I thought she wasn't aware of me but when she'd plated up the french toast she turned to me with a big smile and said “Ready to eat sunshine?” We ate and drank in a companionable silence, though she did suppress a giggle at the amount of sugar I put in my coffee to make it drinkable. When we'd done she leaned across the table and kissed my cheek “Missed a bit” she said with a lick of her lips. In return I kissed her nose and stuck my tongue out at her, then the giggling truly began. I sat on the sofa fiddling with the hem of the borrowed shirt while Liz tidied up breakfast, or was it lunch? “I should really leave some clothes here in the future” I called back to Liz. “I dunno, I kind of like you running around half naked. Makes me feel like I've got a little harem slave of my own” “I'm pretty sure even slave girls get pants” “I could always buy some clothes for you to wear here, I'm pretty sure I know your sizes” “Knowing you I'd end up looking like some victorian doll in goth boots” “Yeah but you look awesome doing it, and then we could have fancy tea parties in the park” “Keep dreaming love, this girl don't do ruffles” “We'll see” I sat there for a bit longer, zoning out just floating in the moment until I was brought rushing back with Liz's hand on my shoulder. She was looking at me concerned “You alright Maggie, you've been starring into nothing for half an hour” “Yeah, yeah I'm fine”, she just looked at me with pursed lips for a moment then said, “Why don't you try one of those files now, they'll help you relax” “I dunno, hypnosis, isn't that stuff just made up?” “Some friends of mine have had great results from this, so please?” “Fiiine, I guess it can't hurt”. And with that my fate was sealed. Soon I had headphones on and Liz was tucking a blanket round me. “Just do your best to relax and listen to the music” with a parting kiss on top of my head she turned the music on. Soft melodic tones flooded my ears and that was that. I woke up again but this time was much more pleasant, my whole body felt like it was floating on a cloud, every inch of me in perfect harmony. Moving my head slightly my cheek touch a damp patch, awww gross I'd drooled all over the pillow. My zen calm was out the window as I quickly flipped the pillow and hoped Liz wouldn't notice. In the scramble I became entangled in the blanket and fell to the floor with a thump. The sight which Liz walked in on was perhaps one of the top thirty most embarrassing moments in history. Imagine if you will your sexy, smart and totally gorgeous girlfriend walking in on you slumped headfirst on the floor, tangled in a blanket, with your bare ass and legs waving in the air. Like some manner of ass monster. “Awake are we?” came Liz's cracking voice as she tried her best not to laugh. “I am Asstor take me to you leader” I replied with much giggling and fake fart sounds, then we both collapsed into far more laughter than my bare behind deserved. * I pushed my way into flat, getting green paint chips on the Legosi shirt and my work trousers. I couldn't get any more eloquent than “Uuugh” and just stamped extra hard going in. The place was dim, were curtains half open and starting to bleach. A lone dripping tap set to the counter point of a ticking clock were the only sounds to welcome me. I really should just go all digital all ready, these damn analogue clocks and their monopoly on melancholy solitude just who do they think they are. I set my bag down on the breakfast bar, next to yesterday's half eaten toast with a heavy sigh. I pulled out the remains of yesterday's blouse; most of the buttons were long gone, and there was a big rip in one side. We must have been quite wild last night. I looked around my flat; it was dingy, anonymous and lonely, frankly it was a dump. Comparing it to Liz's place made me want to pack my bags at once. I'd been living here since my last year of uni, joined the company and slowly fought my way up the corporate ladder one rung at a time 'wachaa', insert the kung fu moves of your choice here. Of course one rung at a time meant kinda just bouncing from department to department for a few years. All my friends from uni had flown the world wide, Alex my old flatmate and sometimes crush was now setting up a Hong Kong based arm of the company! We'd taken the same internship together, do a little too much heavy petting on my sofa together, good times. But that was so long ago, seven years and I'm still living in the same dump I'd lived in then. With the same torn sofa, the same ikea plates, the same pervy landlord who stares down my top. Gods, why is it like this? Why am I like this! I flopped onto the sofa, curled up and hugged my knees to me. I caught myself hyperventilating again and forced myself to uncurl, my body felt stiff and alien. I forced myself not to think about my life, or work or anything for that matter. What did it matter if my sister was married with two kids, I don't even like kids. What did it matter that Liz never said she loved me, we'd only been dating for a six months. Oh Gods, she didn't think I was just going out with her to get an advantage did she? Does everyone at the office think that? Do they all think I'm some skank fucking my boss for a promotion or what ever? Am I? No that's ridiculous, but does Liz think that. Oh Gods! I was back in the curl again. * I lay on my bed, feeling like utter shit. I'd spent the remainder of the alternating between freak outs and zone outs and now it two in the morning and I was staring at the ceiling and the various interestingly shaped water stains. That one looks like a kitty, and that one looks like Jeffrey Dahmer, and that one looks like a mongoose riding a scooter. I may have been staring too long. I looked at my phone, not texts, nothing. I turned on the music player and the hypnosis files Liz had given me started up, I wanted to be mad at her but I thought back to how great I felt earlier. I stuck my ear buds in and let the music wash over me. I woke up in a warm patch of sunlight, I luxuriated in it for a moment and stretched. With an audible pop I pulled my thumb out of my mouth, I stared at my thoroughly bedrooled thumb. I didn't normally suck my thumb, this was weird. I wiped my thumb on my sheets and got up. I felt energized, I felt great, those files must have done the trick. I spent the day cleaning and generally giving the place some TLC so it didn't feel a total dump. Shopped and bought actual food not the ready meals I normally dined out on and finally cooked up some dinner and lunches for the week. I didn't care that Liz or anyone else hadn't texted, I had my shit together. I listened to the files again that night and woke up sucking my thumb again but this time I didn't care that much. I walked in to work with a smile for the first time... ever. Mondays am I right. So I made my way through the maze of cubicles to my desk. Even the corporate bland décor didn't seem so soul crushing today. I was just booting up my computer when I was hugged from behind. “Oh my gods Mags are you okay? I called and texted you a dozen times, what happened”. I spun round, the joys of spiny office chairs, and was presented with Liz's glorious midriff. “What do you mean? I haven't got any texts all weekend”. Liz pulled out her phone and showed me the string of worried texts she'd sent. I just shook my head, “I don't get it, I didn't get any of these seriously” I handed her my phone on our text log and the last text was from friday when she'd been texting me dirty things from down the table at the Indian restaurant. Liz poked at my phone for a second, “You had it on airplane mode” “What?” “Yeah look”. I stared at my phone is disbelief, “I am so sorry so sorry Liz” “You better be you goof” she bapped me on the head with a stack of papers, “For making me worry so much you can take me out for lunch later okay?” Of course I agreed, what am I stupid, well apparently yes but you don't turn down taking an amazing lady out to lunch do you. Even if I did have guilty thoughts about the salad in my bag, eh I'll just put in the communal fridge and someone will steal it. * The morning's promise of clear skies turned warm spring showers as we were on our way to this little bistro of Liz's fancy. So we dashed the last little way bags over our heads, giggling like fools. We settled into a table, our jackets thankfully drying over a radiator thanks to a kind waitress. We worked through the meal, chatting pleasant nothings. When I did something stupid. We were drinking coffees and the rain was lashing down. I was staring into the milky depths of my coffee, stirring in another lump of sugar in when I blurted out. “Why won't you say I love you” “what?” Now I was in it. “I know we've only been dating for like six months but when ever I say it to you, you either dodge it with some cutesy remark or you ignore it. Maybe I'm just taking this too seriously, I mean you probably just wanted a little office romance and I saw it as something it's not. I'm sorry I should go” As I stood up to leave, doing my best to stop the tears, Liz grabbed my hand and holding it tight but not looking at me said, “I know, I've just been scared, okay. I've had... I've had relationships end badly in the past... because of some stuff to do with me that some people don't... get it. So I guess I've been pushing you away because I'm afraid you'll react the same way, despite how much I care for you. “Shouldn't you let me decide if I'm going to act badly to what ever this is?” “I know, but” she petered out “But?” “But, you're so kind and sweet, so damn silly. I just wanted a little more time with you before I fucked it up.” I slumped back in my seat and we sat there in silence for a little while. Liz got up muttering about paying the bill, while I made a stealthy phone call. * Once we were outside I waved my arm trying to hail a cab, Liz started off towards the office but I grabbed her hand. She looked at me confused, the rain coming down between us. “It's only a couple minutes walk” “We're not going to the office” “What?” “I called Sharon, and told her we weren't coming back in after lunch, we're going back to your place and while Sharon think's we're having ludicrously kinky sex, we're going to sort this out.” Cue the most awkward cab ride of my life. We sat in silence with only sound the squeak of the windscreen wipers to break the tension. We sat at opposite ends of her sofa. She wasn't looking at me, I just watched her squirm for a moment before just blurting out, “Soooo, life shattering secret?” Liz groaned and put her head in her hands “I wanted time to plan before this” “Why don't I make guesses and you can tell me when I'm right? You're a secret clone of Hitler? No, your family is cursed to be plagued by an evil Leprechaun? You have a shrine to Kenny loggins?” Can you believe she threw a cushion at me? Trying very hard not to giggle she said, “Damn it Mags this is serious” “So are Leprechauns” “Fine, there's a thing I like” “Kenny Loggins?” “You're making this so hard, Mags” I just stayed quiet, with a deep breath she began again. “oh boy, I... I like girls in diapers okay” “Like little girls?” I said heart in mouth. “No, no, no never, girls like you. An adorable silly girl who fill me with joy.” “It's been a long while since anyone's called me adorable, annoying all the time but never adorable” “They obviously haven't been paying close enough attention” “So diapers huh” “Yeah” “Do mean just wearing them or?” “I... I want the whole lot. I want to treat you a baby; a little toddler, cuddle you, play with you, dress you, change your diapers, hold you tight.” After a moment's silence I said, “Why not just have a kid?” “Because it's a sexual thing, it'd be completely wrong to bring a child into that and there's more adult stuff” “Like” I prompted her “I find the idea of taking a full capable adult woman and reducing her to a helpless infant even for a little while so ugh, I need it. Degrading her and humiliating her and having her rely on me so much. I know it weirds and gross, I totally get if you want to leave now.” The silence crept back in again and we just sat there, looking at our hands. Eventually I said, “The first bit doesn't sound too bad.” “You're serious?” “I mean I don't particularly like the idea of shitting myself, but being cuddles and the doted on sounds nice. In case you hadn't noticed I do love attention.” “You'd do it for me?” “I'll try it, and I certainly don't hate you for it or anything.” “Thank you.” I spent the rest of that afternoon with Liz, we just hung out and watched Netflix. I made some popcorn and Liz pulled me into a hug as we lay there, watching dumb shows and putting popcorn into each other's mouths. It was nearly normal. That's how the rest of the week went as well; we were polite at work, sent each other dumb memes but never made any plans. Then that week stretched into two and finally three. So after a very productive workday of sending each other cat pictures I finally did it. 'I wanna try it' - MagsaurousRex – Weds 6.31pm 'It?' - HacketLady88 – Weds 6.32pm 'You know what I mean it!' - MagsaurousRex – Weds 6.32pm 'Ooooooh, it!' - HacketLady88 – Weds 6.33pm 'So like how do we do this?' MagsaurousRex – Weds 6.33pm 'Let me think for a moment' – HacketLady88 – Weds 6.34pm 'We could do it this weekend, come over friday and see how things go? - HacketLady88 – Wed 6.34pm 'Okay I guess that works' MagsaurousRex – Wed 6.34pm 'Are you sure you're okay with this?' - HacketLady88 – Wed 6.35pm 'No' - MagsaurousRex – Wed 6.35pm 'But I'm sick of not being with you and I just want to get past this so we get back to us' MagsaurousRex – Wed 6.35pm 'I've missed you too Mags' HacketLady88 – Weds 6.40pm * Thursday passed in a mixture of dread and excitement, drexcitment? Excitead? Whatever. It was nerve wracking, I don't think I got any work done that day or friday for that matter. I just kept thinking over and over what we were going to do. Oh gods was she gonna expect me to shit myself? I wish I'd had some idea of what she was going to do, least I could then obsess over that instead of this complete void of ideas. Admittedly I'd avoid googling this, who knows what perversions I'd find surfing down that bit of the internet. It probably didn't help I'd needed those tracks to get to sleep for past few weeks, they were the only things that would quiet the anxiety. After a day of clock watching I finally got up and headed to Liz's office, if I wasn't fucking the boss I'd probably be in trouble for how much I'd been slacking of late, it's not my fault I can't stop thinking about her, stupid sexy Liz. Sharon was packing up for the day at her desk just outside Liz's office. If I was honest I found Sharon quite intimidating, she was taller than me but who wasn't. Sharon was the kind of woman who understood femininity in a way I never will. Take fashion, my attitude to clothes is basically that they're something to keep the police from arresting you for indecent exposure, where as Sharon made wearing clothes into art. She looked up as I approached and gave me one of her perfectly contoured smiles. “Big date tonight?” “Umm, yeah how'd you know?” “Liz hasn't been able to sit still all day, she was so hyper I switched her to decaf and she didn't even notice.” “She hasn't said anything about what she's got planned has she?” “Not much, mainly how 'it's got to be just perfect'” she said this last in a credible impression of Liz. I might have blushed a bit at this, okay I might have blushed a lot but I'm not used to people worrying about impressing me. “So have you two made up?” “Trying too” “what was the fight about anyway? Which one of you is cuter?” I was mid way through spluttering a denial when a slightly frazzled looking Liz poked her head out the door, “Oh hey.” “Hey” My blush resurged with a passion and I was just staring at my shoes, gods above and below I felt like a nervous preteen about to go on her first date. Was Liz gonna take me out on her mountain bike and then we'd have sloppy makeouts on the swings? That doesn't sound to bad actually Liz is certainly a better kisser than Tommy Morris ever was. My musings of making out with Liz in a backwards baseball cap and torn Metallica shirt were quite rudely interrupted by Sharon's departure. “I'll leave you two crazy kids too it, Liz I'll be a little late in on monday.” “Sure thing Sharon, see you Monday.” Now it was just us, the silence was... big. I'd only managed to move my gaze up from my shoes to Liz's shoes, she had on cute light blue flats with a cream trim, and odd socks on, one had a somewhat stretched Garfield peaking out and bemoaning mondays. This was suddenly the funniest thing in the entire universe, I started, honest to gods, giggling. I am such a dork. “Mags you okay?” “mm hmm” I had my lips pursed tight to keep from more giggles spilling out. I must have had one hell of an expression because Liz started to look a bit worried for my sanity. “You're.... You're wearing the wrong day”, oh why couldn't I stop giggling! Now Liz was looking really confused, all I could do was wave at her feet. She looked down and made an ooh of understanding, then pulled me into a hug. “You're really nervous aren't you?” “Mm hmm” the giggles were bubbling up like hiccups. “We don't have to do anything you don't want to.” “No I want to try” giggle, “It's important to you and you're important to me.” “That's really sweet, even if it is coming from a deranged birthday clown.” My giggles turned to a proper laugh at that and that seem to cure them. “Better?” “Yeah, sorry for being weird.” “Never ever apologise for that, I like your weird” “I like your weird too.” “You ready to go or do you want to hug it out some more?” “One thing first” and dear reader I groped her butt and it was good, “Okay we can go now.” *** We took a cab back to her place, this time the silence was a comfortable one, we watched the world go by in it's rain streaked way holding hands and letting the night's neon bath us. We even made it through her front door without making a spectacle of ourselves this time, to my mild disappointment. Liz pulled me into the sitting room, turned on the lights to a dim glow and got out some wine. I must admit I was a little confused, but the sight of Liz's behind swaying back and forth as she picked out a record to play keep me quiet for a moment. She expertly flipped the record on to the turntable, breaking the hypnosis of her booty. As she poured the wine into stemless glasses a hesitant piano started up, soon joined by a wandering bass line. This wasn't exactly what I thought of when I imagined as Liz's preferred music. Some how I'd always imagined something with more corpse paint and voice boxes scrapped raw. After handing me a glass, she kicked her shoes off and sat behind me, pulling me into a hug, letting out a contented sigh. We sat like that, letting the music wash over us in the dim light. Finally when the record stopped with a click and Liz got up to flip the record I spoke up. “I thought we were going to do the thing tonight?” Liz looked at me for a moment and said, “We've both had a long couple weeks, I thought we'd relax first” “I know but...” “But we've both gotten wound up about this diapers thing. You know how I'd change right now in my perfect perverts fantasy?” I shook my head dumbly, “Nothing, other than you being a bit more relaxed, and a bit less dressed maybe.” She gently stroked my face, “We don't have to do it at all if it makes you uncomfortable, we can just enjoy this weekend and let what happens next happen next” I held her hand to my face and kissed it, there weren't tears in my eyes there were tears in your eyes! My voice did crack a wee bit when I said, “No, thank you for giving me this out but no. It's important to you in ways I can't understand right now but maybe I will, but more importantly you are important to me. I don't want this to be some disposable fling, and I don't think you'd have told me about this if you wanted it to be one either.” A tear dropped into my wine, I'm not sure who's it was. She settled next me, and we just kind of sank into each other. With a little clearing of her throat Liz said, “So how do you want to do this?” “Umm, could I try one on and we just do normal stuff?” “Okay, that sounds good, we should both change anyway, let's be a bit more comfy for dinner. You did bring some weekend clothes right?” “Yeah they're in my rucksack.” “Cool, cool, cool, cool.” “I might,” I turned away blushing, “I might need you to help me, I have no idea how to put on a diaper.” “It'd be my pleasure.” and she turned my face to hers and we had a long kiss. When we finally broke apart we just looked at each other for a long moment. “So upstairs?” “Upstairs!” I dumped by rucksack onto the bed and slowly began sorting though it, carefully watching out the corner of my eye Liz undressing and changing out of her stayed suit and into dark leggings and this asymmetrical purple shirt, one side coming down to her knee and the over barely covering her butt. Different but it looked good on her. I slowly pulled out a much worn sweat shirt that had the faded cover of the great gatsby on it. “So what should I do just lay down?” I turned around and Liz was pulling a big suitcase out from her wardrobe, the locks opened with a loud snap. “uuh, oh just strip and lay down on the bed.” I quickly shuffled out of my gear and lay down on the covers, the slight chill of the room brought me up in goose pimples. I stared at the ceiling, and listened to Liz sort through various russelly, crinkly, soft things, something even squeaked. Then she was standing over me, a large something in one hand. “I need you to scooch round this way sweetie” “Oh”, I quickly 'scooched' round till my legs were dangling of the edge of the bed. You're damn right I was blushing, sure we'd been naked in front of each other before but this felt different the power in the room had shifted and I felt kinda small and vulnerable.” “Okay Mags, I'm gonna do this like I would any baby, if it gets too weird tell me and we'll stop.” I nodded and she began unfolding the something. Of course I knew what it was, but diapers were small things for drooling babies and this was big, too big, and it was meant for me. I let out a very surprised gasp of air as Liz quickly grabbed my ankles and lifted me up and then lowered me down, this time onto a crinkling surface. “You okay?” “yeah, I just wasn't expecting that.” “Haven't you ever babysat before?” “No, who'd trust me with a kid!” She just chuckled at that and grabbed something off the floor. Then she began pouring powder over my crotch and into the diaper. “Talc?” “Baby powder but basically.” I must admit it smelt nice, the slight perfume made me relax slightly. Then I felt her hands begin to rub it into my skin, and I swear she wasn't playing fair. Soon a heat was raising up in my, and not just a blush, my back began to arch a little as her hands gently rubbed round my more delicate parts shall we say. “Is that what they do to every baby?” “Just the bigger ones.” As soon as it began she'd stopped and then I felt the plastic sides pulled tight and heard tape being stuck down. “Way to leave a girl hanging.” “Just think of it as a promise for later.” Then I felt her kiss the front of the diaper, leaving a red lip stick mark. I tapped my lips and said, “Up here big mama.” This made her blush out outrageously and cover me in kisses, I'll have to remember that one. Liz straightened up and surveyed me with a fish eating grin, “You truly are the cutest thing, I'm going to start supper come on down when you feel comfortable.” And just like that she left me. I listened to her walk down the stairs, then just stared at the ceiling for a moment. I sat up and crinkled all the way. I looked down at my new underwear. I don't know what I was expecting, it was white, with some blue stripes on it and big kissy mark. I poked at the padding, it felt soft, it was covered in some kind of plastic that made my butt feel a bit slippery on the bed clothes. It didn't feel too bad I guess, not sure I got the appeal but baby steps, heh baby. Finally I stood up with even more of a crinkle, okay that would take some getting used to. My legs were pushed apart a little bit but I could walk okay. I pulled the Gatsby top on and next looked for a pair of trousers to wear. Now here was a problem, both pairs of jeans I'd brought wouldn't fit over my newly enrounded behind. I looked at my butt in the wardrobe mirror, finally I had a butt worth the name and it was all diaper padding, why was I cursed to be flat top and bottom! I tried on one of Liz's leggings and they were comically big on me, any comments about kid trying on her mom's clothes and I'll be seeing you after class. I tried pulling the hem of my Gatsy shirt down as far as it'd go, a good chunk of white still poked out. It was a fairly oversized sweater and it was the best I could do, so with a flail of my long sleeves I crinkled down stairs. ** I edged downstairs to the sound of sizzling and peered into the kitchen. Liz had a great mess of noodles and vegetables in a wok with a column of steam fogging her glasses. Leaving her doing a mummy impression to find a tea towel. What was I supposed to do, not giggle? Wiping her glasses on a caught up towel Liz gave me a big smile, “You made it down, I thought you'd gotten lost on the landing.” “Yeah I made it through the haunted mansion okay.” “What happened to your trousers?” “They wouldn't fit.” I said looking away and blushing. She bent down and kissed my forehead, “Your legs are gorgeous anyway, you should flaunt them more often.” Okay my blush was so bright I was lighting the room. Changing the subject before I was subject to more compliments I said “Soo what are we having?” “Pad Thai with chilli tofu.” “Ooh yum, how'd you make it all so fast? I couldn't have been discovering my fat ass that long.” “I preped it last night, the tofu needs a good marinade anyway.” “Anything I can do?” “Set the table? This will only be a minute.” So I dutifully set the table, even snagging a couple candles for a centre piece. Every time I bustled past Liz, with table cloth or cutlery, she had this naughty little smile on her face. “Whaaaaaat?” “What what?” “You're smiling, with evil intent.” “I'm just liking having a cute little helper is all.” “I'm not little.” I said with a bit of a pout, and twirled away with a crinkle at every step. With a final sprinkle of crushed peanuts and coriander Liz served up this noodly delight. We didn't talk much at first, just savouring the food and listening to the B side of that record. The soft light, good food, low jazz and Liz's beautiful face made for made for a hell of a mood. Even with my somewhat distracting butt. We finished the wine from earlier and started on another glass and I was feeling pretty relaxed. Liz seemed to have loosened up as well, the strain that had on her features for the past few weeks had smoothed out. Doing my best to twirl noodles with one hand I held hers across the table for a bit, I was probably giving the goofy grin in the world. “Thank you for doing this.” “What the food?” “No, though that's delicious. For letting us do this.” “You made this happen just as much as me, if not more so.” “But still, thank you. I dunno I just feel so safe here with you right now, like all that dumb future stuff has been locked out the room.” “You're worried about the future?” A squeeze of the hand. “No... maybe I guess, I don't know. I just don't have much to look forward too, I'm never going to be promoted. They've just moved me sideways the last three times I was up for one.” “Your last project head did describe you as a bit apathetic.” “Which I am I guess, I only got in because I was interning with a friend, well more than a friend, we covered for each other and got bumped up to the company proper and I've just kind of drifted since then. I can't even remember most of the last few years if I'm honest, while she's off conquering China.” “It's natural to feel a bit lost as you come on your thirties, I certainly did.” “Maybe I should quit and look for something else to do.” “Like what?” “I dunno...” “Well what did you always want to do when you were grown up?” “Nothing, I was always happy just being a kid, 'can I just keep doing this, please and thank you' I think I got my first detention over that actually.” “Really?” “Yeah 'failure to complete assignment' or what ever they called it back then.” “First of many?” “Ooh yeah, I think in high school I spend more time in detention than in class. I bet you were a real goody two shoes though.” I said with a smile and wink. “You really think that?” “Yup! I've seen your office, not even a paper clip out of place, no one that stuffy could have ever been bad.” “You bet?” “I do bet!” “Don't give professional gambling a try because I was real bad, bad to the bone.” “Okay missy goth britches what did you do?” “Set fire to the school library.” “No way!” “Yes way!” “What did you do?” “So me and this kid Todd had this spot in the back of the library where we could smoke pot and not get harassed by anyone, it was right by these two big windows so no problems with the smoke. Anyway one day we were there and suddenly we heard the bull bitch Librarian coming down our way re-shelving. So quick as we can we ditch our joints, Todd goes for the window, where as my dumb ass throws in the full bin and we run.” “Oh so it was just a small fire.” “Oh no, you see the bitch just thought she'd caught us making out, like I ever would with Todd gross, so she missed the joint in the bin and it was the nearly the end of the day so...” “So it caught over night?” “Yep, the entire back corner was torched, political history, economics and periodicals all gone.” “Wow, did you get caught?” “No, they put it down to an electrical fault, the place had been wired in the 50s after all, but I felt so guilty I started volunteering there, during lunch breaks and after school, school library was apart of the towns' so they were always looking for volunteers among the students so they didn't have to pay staff.” “Oh dang, so you became a real nerd.” “Maybe a little, they had an excellent horror section. That first year I made it through all the Anne Rice and most of the Stephen King.” “Wait, how did the librarian not smell your joint?” “Turns out she had no sense of smell, everything smelled like styrofoam to her. She ate the most rank pickled fish sandwiches everyday, and when I asked her how she stomached the stuff, several dozen times, she told me told me about losing her sense of smell in a gymnastics accident.” “Wow, so you were a rebel with a heart of gold.” “Maybe a little” She said with a blush. We'd cleared our plates at this point, looking down Liz said “You want to curl on the couch with some ice cream?” “What about the dishes?” “Leave 'em for tomorrow, they're future Liz's problem” “I can see it now, you all tousled haired, in your pjs shaking your fist at the sky 'Damn you past Liz, damn you to hell'.” “So Ice cream?” “Please.” And so a cuddle session of epic proportions began on that couch, we drank more wine, listened to records. Liz had a substantial collection, I was even allowed to choose a few though I was deemed too clumsy to put needle to vinyl. We had a hearty argument over the merits of American vs British punk that Liz won by cheating, she just leaned forward and kissed me and then we kind ended up a bit of a human tangle. Thankfully the wine glasses were well drained when they hit the floor, this ended our oral explorations and left us just kind of giggling. We may have been very drunk. I sat back, looking down on her even blasted she was pretty. Wandering hands came up and brushed my cheeks, “You're sooooo cute, you know that?” “Nuh uhh I'm scary!” “Missy Maggie Cuuuuutie pants is you.” She booped my nose! “We should go to bed, you're getting silly.” “Yes bedtime, cutie pants need to go to bed.” With as much dignity as possible we got off the couch and made our way to the stairs, along the way I felt Liz's hand on my butt and a finger into the diaper. “Heeey.” “Good girl, still dry, you'll... you'll get a gold star.” Next came the stairs, which proved a different challenge. Liz started picking me up, “What are you dooooing, I can do the stairs!” “No, no, no, I gotta carry you, you'll hurt yourself.” After a bit of squirming I gave in, I was feeling quite tired so I just put my arms round Liz's neck and carried me up stairs, with only minor banging into walls, all the while patting my bum and humming a drunken lullaby. ** End of part 1

I mean, to be fair, the average man doesn't want a dominate/sadistic woman either lol in ABDL people's eyes I'm 'awesome' but I'm just as weird to vanilla folks so :p

I purchased a size 16 . I weigh about 165 and 5 ft 11 . It fits me perfect !!!

Your budget is unique to your income and other expenses. However, if you have extra money to spend, a large one time purchase ($200 - $300 max if you have the money for it) may be good before the US president destroys the economy. Also if cloth diapers and/or AB clothes are on your list, those typically have very little costs after purchase.

I again appreciate your patience, everyone. I finally completed Chapter 6, and I will do my best to avoid having such a huge gap between this chapter and the next. Enjoy! Chapter 6 The sound of what appeared to be a television news show could be heard, although Jacob couldn't seem to make any of it out. Oddly enough, it felt like he had been sleeping for some time, just as when he'd appeared in the pirate ship. Where did Megan send him now? He struggled to open his eyes at first, but soon managed to do so. He appeared to be in a pretty nice-sized living room, though not his own. The coffee table was made of solid oak, and the couch Jacob found himself on was a deep black, made of some extremely comfortable leather. The love seat and large recliner also matched the couch. As the news reporter on the TV continued, Jacob admired the decorative wall art and variety of plants placed along the walls and corners. Standing up and stretching, something caught Jacob's eye on the coffee table: a note. It read, Hey babe, I'm at work, if you catch my drift. If I'm home at a decent time, I'm hoping we can talk and have some dinner and all that fun stuff a boyfriend and girlfriend do together. See you soon, I hope! Xoxoxo -Rena Rena? The name sounded familiar, even though Jacob's thoughts were still a bit cloudy from trying to get a better sense of where he was. And boyfriend and girlfriend? He didn't have a- “This just in,” the news reporter on the television spoke, interrupting Jacob's train of thought, “we're receiving reports from our street team that there's a robbery in progress taking place at King's Jewelry, by none other than the Colossal Quack.” O-oh... Jacob thought to himself, beginning to realize where he was. “It looks like one of our reporters is on the scene! Let's cut to Jane.” The TV then cut to a petite, blonde reporter, with the camera shaking and coming in and out of focus. “Thanks, Tom,” Jane said, “we're live near King's Jewelry, where the infamous Colossal Quack and his henchmen appear to be stealing some of the city's most coveted jewels! Law enforcement has tried to stop the heist, but they appear to be outmatched.” Colossal Quack? What a stupid name... Jacob rolled his eyes and chuckled. A very loud, booming, “Quack!” could be heard on the TV, and soon the news camera shifted its focus to the entrance of the jewelry store. It wasn't long before a booming, 7-foot tall, burly man wearing what was no doubt a duck costume, emerged from inside the store. The costume looked like a fuzzy yellow duckling, but it still outlined the villain's well-toned body. Even stranger was the fact that the man also wore a pair of jeans and tough-looking boots. “Ha! When will you fools understand that there is no safe, no prison, no jewelry store that I cannot break into and rob! No matter how many times you try, the Quack will always find a way! QUACK!” the large man bellowed. “What the hell...?” Jacob laughed, “this is awful!” “Not a single one of you can stop me! Do you hear me?! Not! A! Single! One!” Suddenly, a loud boom was heard on the TV, and the news camera again shifted its focus towards the sky, where a bright glimmer could be seen descending towards the jewelry store at astounding speed. The glimmering stopped, revealing a rather muscular and beautiful woman, donning a metallic blue suit of some seriously expensive-looking materials and a matching helmet with a neon blue visor. Her hair was a bright blonde color and while she wasn't as tall as the Colossal Quack, Jacob figured she had to be at least 5'11”. “It's Regal City's newfound heroine, the Duchess of Justice,” the news reporter exclaimed, “we'll try to get a little closer to see how this story unfolds!” And unfold, it did. “Colossal Quack! When will you learn your lesson! You have such amazing strength and still choose to use it for the forces of evil!” the Duchess scolded her enemy. “Well, if it isn't the Duchess of Juice! Come to ruffle my feathers, have you?” the Colossal Quack replied. “It's Justice, you moron.” “W-what?” “It's Duchess of Justice, not Juice. Guess your strength lies in your brawn and not your brains, huh?” “How dare you correct me in front of my Quacklings! After her, boys!” the Colossal Quack pointed his finger (or rather, the tip of his wing) towards the Duchess. Within moments, the henchmen quacked and charged after the heroine, some holding guns, and some holding strange looking staffs that seemed to generate random sparks of green energy. Still, they were no match for the Duchess of Justice, as she dodged, flipped, parried, and used jet-boosted punches to dispose of her assailants. Meanwhile, the Colossal Quack looked on in disbelief, folding his arms and letting out a deep, angry sigh. “Of course you defeated my Quacklings in one fell swoop! I bet it was all because of that stupid suit, too!” “That's where you're wrong, fiend! The suit has some enhancements to protect me, but most of my super powers are natural! I don't need this to defeat you! And you're calling my suit stupid? A giant yellow duck with jeans and boots? Real original!” the Duchess sneered. “I've had just about enough of your insolence, woman! Get out of my way!” “You know that's not gonna happen! The only way out of here is first through me, then in the back of a police car, and then...through the city's judicial system.” “I said enough!” The Colossal Quack growled, charging straight for the Duchess at an abnormal speed. The Duchess of Justice stood her ground, even as the Quack lowered his shoulder, preparing to shoulder-charge her. When the Quack made contact, the Duchess didn't flinch, her armor absorbing the entirety of the attack. With a loud groan, the Quack backed up, shaking his head and stamping his feet. He charged at the Duchess once more, this time with his wings pointed towards her. When they made contact, the Quack grabbed onto the heroine, lifting her up above his head, and tossing her into a building as if she weighed nothing. The Duchess grunted, struggling only for a second to get back on her feet and reorient herself. She placed her fists in front of her, getting into a defensive stance. The Quack chuckled at this, raising his wings in a similar fashion, but maintaining his distance. Soon after, he screamed as loud as he could, charging once more towards the Duchess of Justice, who in turn did the same, screaming and rushing her adversary. Their screams continued, and just as they were about to connect, the Duchess swiftly moved to a sliding attack, her foot coming into contact with the Quack's leg. With a loud quack, he fell, his leg clearly broken. However, the Duchess took no pity on the villain, landing three vicious punches to his chest and head, knocking him out cold. “In the name of Justice!” the Duchess yelled, before rolling the enemy over onto his stomach, quickly securing his wings behind his back with what appeared to be futuristic handcuffs. Jacob, all the while, watched the TV, his mouth agape with a half-smile, conflicted with feelings of fear of ever getting in this heroine's way and disbelief at how utterly stupid the villain was. The Duchess of Justice looked into the news camera, nodded, and with her jet-boosters, flew off, letting the police finish the work, as the camera focused back on the news reporter. “Ohh, God...” Jacob paced the room, “...oh boy. I think I know where I am now. What do I do?! What do I say?!” “How about, 'Nice job, Rena!' or 'Great job, love!'” The Duchess of Justice's voice asked from a different room, startling Jacob. “Gwah!” he jumped, making the Duchess giggle. When Jacob turned around, he was greeted by none other than the Duchess of Justice, still donning her armor. “Oh, babe,” she giggled, “you scare so easily! Come here and kiss me!” Jacob stared blankly at the fully-armored woman before him, wondering how to kiss her with her visor still intact. “U-um, well, um,” Jacob stammered, “I, um-” “Oh! Silly me,” the Duchess giggled once again, “might help if I get out of this armor, huh? Gimme a sec..power down!” Suddenly, the entire suit of armor, visor included, glowed a neon blue, before swirling and vanishing, right into a small and strikingly familiar pendant around the Duchess' neck. And sure enough, the Duchess proved to be none other than Megan, only this time with blonde hair a much more well-defined body; she was playing the role of the protagonist's girlfriend, Rena, aka The Duchess of Justice! Beneath her armor was the average attire for a woman. “Much better! Now, about that kiss...” “Oh, yes, of course!” Jacob stammered nervously, leaning in and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “I saw you on the television. You kicked that guy's ass!” “Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's your kiss? Come on!” Rena giggled. “S-sorry. I just, I'm feeling a little off today.” Jacob said, avoiding the truth. “Aww, I'm sorry. It doesn't have anything to do with us, does it?” “What? No way. You make me so happy!” Jacob played along. “And you make me happy, too! I honestly never thought it'd be possible to get into a relationship with anyone before, but you've been so patient, and you're so timid, and well-reserved, and...I'm just glad we've had the chance to talk to each other about everything, you know?” Rena continued, moving to the couch and gently pulling Jacob until he sat next to her. As strange as it initially felt, a calming sensation swept over Jacob, overcoming his uneasiness about not really having kissed a woman for some time. He figured it was perhaps because he had slipped into the protagonist role, and part of that role was enjoying the relationship with Rena. “I totally understand. And I'm sure it seems like we've talked about this a thousand times already, but your secret is safe with me.” Jacob replied. “I know. I never had any doubts about that. And yours is safe with me, too.” Rena winked. “Is...is that what's got you feeling off today?” “Is what what's got me feeling off today?” Jacob asked. “Ohh Ryan, you know,” Rena smacked his arm, “the...thing. The thing you got all sweaty and nervous about telling me!” Wait a second! Jacob thought. In the story I've written so far, this hasn't even happened yet! “Maybe a little,” Jacob lied, “I mean, I've never really told anyone before you.” “Sweetie, I know,” Rena pulled Jacob into a hug, “and I truly appreciate your honesty. And you know that I would never say anything to anyone about that, or ridicule you for it. In fact, I really want to show you I'm one hundred percent okay with it and am willing to dive into it with you. After all, it's only fair, considering how patient and understanding you've been with my seemingly ridiculous work schedule.” “O-oh?” Jacob blushed. “What did you have in mind?” He knew the answer, but part of him still wanted to hear her say it. And even though he knew it was Megan portraying Rena, Jacob didn't care. He had never experienced being accepted as a DL (and very part-time AB) before. “I think you know exactly what I have in mind,” Rena smirked, “and with The Colossal Quack out of the way for a while, I think we may have some extra time tonight to really check it out.” “Check what out?” Jacob's eyes pleaded with Rena, his heart begging to hear the words. “Your alter-ego, silly boy.” Rena gently booped Jacob on the nose. “I'm gonna show you I care about you the best way that I can. Now, come on.” Rena stood up from the couch, stopped for a moment, pulling Jacob up into a standing position before giving him a long, passionate kiss on the lips. Jacob returned the kiss, feeling so warm and natural, and all the feelings he'd been missing out on for so long. When the two parted lips, Jacob sighed happily. “Hmmm that was nice,” Rena said, “now, time to do this.” Being a superheroine, Rena easily lifted Jacob, first by his armpits, then maneuvered her arms so she carried him on her hip, making Jacob yelp in surprise. Rena shushed him, walking with him into the bedroom and plopping him down on his back. “Stay here, okay? I need to show you something.” Rena instructed. “S-sure thing, Rena.” “Uh-uh...tonight, it's Mommy. And you'll be my little bitty baby Ry-Ry...” “Mommy?” Jacob blushed hard, not used to being thrown into to situations so abruptly. “Oh, yes,” Rena cooed, giggling as she rummaged through the bedroom closet, slinging what was no doubt a large, blue diaper bag around her shoulder, “now Mommy knows how shy you are about this, but to show you I'm ready to explore this with you, I may have stocked baby's diaper bag a bit more.” “W-wait, you're sure about this?!” Jacob cried. When Jacob started this story out, he had only reached a point in the dialogue where Ryan told The Duchess about the basics of the ABDL lifestyle. He hadn't yet reached a point where they'd discussed just how far into it they would explore it together. “Of course! You've seen the secretive part of me. Now, I want to see the secretive part of you! The 'sometimes purely sexual diaper lover and sometimes wanting to feel completely helpless before getting turned on bit but itty bitty Ry-Ry!'” Jacob didn't attempt to get up from the bed, especially as Rena came back over to him, dropping the large diaper bag onto the bed beside him. “W-well, we really don't have to explore everything right now, Rena-I mean, mommy.” “You're right. We don't have to...but I want to. You promised me, Ryan. You clearly told me that the next time we hung out and had some extra time together, that we would do this. You even went so far as to say that even if you resisted that we'd do this. Besides, I've fought slimy, disgusting, vile aliens, villains...all sorts of scum of the planet and beyond. Do you think a few icky diapers on someone your size is going to deter me from exploring this with you?” “I, I mean, no, I guess not.” Jacob squeaked. “Okay, then! Quit being such a fussy butt! Now, ready or not, it's diaper time for the baby!” In one swift motion, Rena undid Jacob's belt and yanked his pants and boxers down. Even though Jacob knew Megan was playing the role of Rena, it still felt embarrassing to him to be naked in front of her. Rena simply smiled, pulling out a very thick, baby blue diaper and some baby powder. “Hmm...” Rena thought aloud, opening the diaper and feeling the texture before looking back at Jacob. “W-what?” “No, it's just...this is what you've had to hide for so long from everyone. This is what you've been rejected over in the past, and that makes me sad. But, it also makes me find it so interesting that despite our secrets being quite different from each other, we've still had to protect them from other people for so long. And I'm really glad that I can be the first to see you this way. S-sorry, Mommy was just having a moment.” Jacob smiled as he heard Rena talk this way, relieved that he had someone to relate to. How had he not been able to write out this whole story plot before? Even more so, the story again felt real. The emotions Jacob felt, the sincerity in Megan/Rena's voice. He wondered how much of it was actually dialogue for the story, and how much of it was genuine. “It's okay, mommy.” Jacob replied shyly. Rena's smile grabbed Jacob's legs and lifted them, making his bottom raise up so she could slide the thick diaper beneath him. There was no teasing like with Leona, and Jacob actually felt quite at ease, even if he was a little nervous and shy. Rena took her time twisting open the baby powder cap and sprinkling it all over Jacob's bottom and diaper, before lowering him and sprinkling even more on his legs and groin. The smell of the powder filled the air, and it gently tickled Jacob as it sprinkled onto his skin, making him wiggle. “Hmmm, is someone still being a fussy butt? Hmm? Or is someone excited to be diapered up all nice and snug by his Mommy Rena?” “The powder tickles...” Jacob said, turning deep red from how sweetly he was being talked to. “Is that so?” Rena giggled, “Well, we're not done yet, baby.” Rena set the baby powder bottle down, then started rubbing the powder on Jacob into his skin, even gently tracing her fingernails along his legs, making him bite his lip. She did the same for Jacob's bottom, too, rubbing it in all nice and smooth, “for when the big little baby Ry-Ry has an uh-oh in his diaper later,” according to Rena. Grabbing a cloth from the diaper bag, Rena wiped the excess powder from her hands, then got to work on slowly lifting the front of the diaper up, her head lowered so she was eye level with Jacob's body. With a big smirk, Rena then held the diaper in place, working on taping up the left side, follow by the right. Once finished, she clasped her hands together, letting out a long, “awwwww” before bending down and picking Jacob up once more, this time holding him out in front of her by his armpits, his legs and diapered bottom dangling in the air. “You're so stinkin' cute! Well, more cute than stinkin', but still!” Rena joked, making all sorts of cutesy faces and cooing sounds. Jacob, consumed by embarrassment and cuteness, couldn't help but laugh shyly and let out a very quiet, “Stop it.” This didn't help the situation any, for Rena commented on just how adorable the thickly diapered man looked, and how she couldn't wait to “give him the full experience.” This went on for three agonizingly cute minutes, until Rena finally brought Jacob close to her, placing her hands on his back and diapered butt and telling him to put his head on her shoulder. Under normal circumstances, it would appear odd for a full-sized adult male to be carried by an equally full-sized adult female, but Rena's super strength made the act appear like it was an everyday thing. If that didn't make Jacob feel cute and small and embarrassed enough, Rena then took a pacifier from the diaper bag, gently placing it into his mouth, giving him a kiss right on it before cooing over him some more, opting to pat Jacob's diapered bottom and rub it nicely. This made Jacob wiggle in pleasure, as this particular diaper felt extremely soft and comforting on his skin. Rena had to have noticed this, for she only continued her actions more, giggling as the rubbing and patting continued. Jacob hoped the diaper would hide his excitement. “Goodness, Ryan,” Rena smiled, “I've seen you get turned on before, but not like this!” It didn't. Rena moved to the bed, sitting down and putting Jacob in her lap, before gently placing her hand on Jacob's now tented diaper. “Is someone excited about his diapers? Hmm?” Rena asked with a big grin. Jacob could only nod. Why was this turning him on so easily? It had to be a characteristic of the protagonist! Jacob rarely got this excited in such a short amount of time in real life! “Good! But let's try to hold off on all the excitement for now, hmm? I know you told me how much you love your diapers, but there are still some things I want to do with you before we get to that, okay?” “T-things?” Jacob asked from behind his pacifier. “Hehe, yes, things,” Rena cooed, “seeing as you told me you lose interest after climaxing, Mommy Rena wants to make sure she still gets to experience all of little Ry-Ry first! Feedings, burpings, diaper changes...you know, all of the little stuff!” “O-oh!” Rena then suddenly leaned in closer to whisper in Jacob's ear. “Are you doing okay, Jacob? This is Megan talking, now, by the way.” she asked, breaking character and quietly plucking the pacifier from Jacob's mouth. “Yeah, I think so. It's a little hard to grasp, though, like how real all of this feels.” “I don't know. It seems pretty easy to grasp to me.” Megan giggled, patting Jacob's manhood, which was still pressed against his diaper. “H-hey!” “C'mon, it was a joke! But joking aside, remember that these characters are what you had in mind when you started writing this story. So while a lot of this is new to you, subconsciously speaking, this was how you envisioned them.” “Yeah...” “And I must say, there is a lot of heart and soul that you've poured into this one!” “I know...” “What's wrong?” “Nothing, it's just...oh, never mind.” Jacob shrugged. “Hey, we're friends, aren't we? I haven't known you for that long, but the connection we have makes it apparent to me that something's on your mind.” “This scenario just makes me remember what I've been yearning for, is all. It's almost too real, if that makes sense. Not the whole super girlfriend or cheesy one-liners, but the interaction between Ryan and Rena.” “Oh, well I thought that's what you wanted since it would help your stories out a bit. Shall I tone down the dialogue a bit?” “What? No. However, I've been searching my entire life for something like this, you know? Longing for someone to explore this with me and not just write about it in books and short stories.” “Jacob, you're a solid writer, without a doubt. And honestly, in the little time that I've come to know you, you're an overall good seed. I see that your heart aches for something more, and I saw it when we first connected. That's one of the reasons I'm doing this for you. You know that writing has been therapeutic and medicinal, and as I mentioned before, I wouldn't have done this for you if I didn't like you or if I thought you were your average guy.” Did that mean that Megan liked Jacob, or just liked him? No way would a woman who just liked a guy would simply dive into various diaper-related stories and scenarios with him, right? “Now, let's try to put this conversation on hold for a bit, hmm? I have a feeling you won't be disappointed.” “But I still have que-” Jacob protested, before the pacifier was popped back into his mouth. “-I know, Jacob. But we mustn't stay in these story worlds for too long. Otherwise we might lose sight of what's real and what isn't. Now, back to Mommy Rena and little Ry-Ry!” With that, Megan jumped right back into the role of Rena, as if the scene had just been paused. She continued cooing Jacob, but it wasn't long before she plucked a baby bottle and a couple of other items that Jacob couldn't quite make out from the diaper bag, before heading into the kitchen with Jacob. “Now, I bet someone's a bit hungry, huh? I know Mommy is! Let's get you all fed, and if you're good and eat it all, then I'll give you something special.” It wasn't long before the baby bottle was filled with some kind of juice, and a plate of leftover mashed potatoes, meat loaf, and mixed veggies was reheated. There was no high chair present, thankfully, but that didn't stop Rena from placing Jacob on her lap at the table. Sure enough, Rena fed him, but not before securing a large bib with a cartoon turtle on it around Jacob's neck. It wasn't just a simple feeding, either. Oh, no; it was the whole nine yards, including airplanes, trains, cutesy sounds, and many “accidental” misses to Jacob's mouth, requiring Rena to clean off his face with said babyish bib. Still, Jacob ate it all, as it was pretty delicious, and he'd never quite been pampered that way before. Next came the bottle feeding. For that, Rena settled herself on the couch, cradling Jacob in her arms in a very similar way that Jacob was fed while being Leona's prisoner in the last story. The main differences this time around were that Rena would stop feeding Jacob each time he had a quarter of the bottle finished so she could burp him. The burping this time was just as one would burp a real baby; slung over Rena's shoulder, on a baby green burp rag. Jacob had never felt so small and helpless in his life...and yet, he found himself oddly okay with it. The bottle was empty in no time, and Jacob's stomach was clear of any and all bubbles for the time being. “Good job, little baby! Mommy's so proud of you! You're doing so good being yourself in front of me! I'm sure it's making you pretty shy, but it's okay! We've got just a little more to explore!” With that, Rena set the baby bottle down, and then laid Jacob on the couch beside her. She then smiled as she started removing her shirt and bra, making Jacob look away. “Such a gentleman, giving Mommy her privacy,” Rena giggled and sang, “but this is the treat you get! You can look! Actually, you can do more than look. I clearly remember someone telling me they wanted to try breastfeeding!” Was she for real? Jacob's manhood perked right back up, quickly engaging in an internal battle about whether it was morally correct of him to give into something he'd always wanted been curious but never one hundred percent sure about. He hesitated, but Rena paid no mind, revealing her ample, bare breasts, just waiting to be suckled. It didn't take long before Rena cradled Jacob once more, guiding the diapered man's head to her left nipple, softly cooing to him, “Go on, wittle baby...suckle for Mommy! You can do it! It's just like a baby bottle, except there's nothing in it!” Jacob tried to turn his mouth away, but it was too late; Rena's nipple entered Jacob's mouth, and he submitted, awkwardly suckling at first, but soon finding himself a good and enjoyable rhythm. All the while, Rena simply cooed over him, stroking his hair and running her other hand along the front of Jacob's diaper once more. To say it was both a tender and intimate moment would've been an understatement. No, this was something far beyond that, in more ways than one. For as Jacob found himself lost in the moment, the food and drink he'd had for dinner seemed to catch up to him rather quickly. Far more quickly than in real life, it seemed. He hoped he could hide the fact from Rena. Then his stomach gurgled. “Ohhh, goodness,” Rena giggled, “I think someone's tummy is trying to talk to Mommy! What's it saying, hmm?” Jacob tried to sit up, but Rena simply shushed him and held him in place. “No, no, baby boy. No need to get up. You keep on suckling from Mommy and just let it happen. Like I told you; we're exploring all of this.” Jacob shook his head and mumbled from behind Rena's breast, wiggling softly. This made Rena giggle more, before her hand got to work on first tickling Jacob's stomach. He giggled in response, trying to cross his legs and hold his bladder. However, the story world had other plans, for in almost no time, Jacob felt his bladder release, wetting his thick, baby blue diaper with Rena's palm pressed right against it. The warmth covered Jacob's penis, balls, and eventually made its way to the bottom of his diaper, Rena giggling and smiling even more. “That's it, baby. Awwww, don't worry. Mommy's here. You're doing so good, making a super wet diaper for me!” Rena cooed, keeping her hand on Jacob's diaper as he finished wetting it. Still, Jacob's stomach gurgled once more. Oh, no...not that. Jacob pleaded with himself, as Rena grinned. “Now that baby's done wetting his diaper...Mommy wants you to mess it. Can you do that for Mommy? Can you mess your diaper like a good baby while Mommy holds you, just like we talked about?” As Rena asked this, her hand gently rubbed and groped Jacob's manhood through his diaper, making him moan as he got hard once more. He tried to shake his head and say no from behind Rena's breast, but she didn't listen. Instead, she placed a pacifier back into his mouth, then put him into a burping position with his head on her shoulder. Jacob mumbled more and tried to break free, but he was no match for his superheroine mommy's strength. “It's okay, baby. Mommy knows you're so shy, yes she does. Mommy's gonna pat your diapered bottom until baby's alllll done making his uh-ohs in his diaper.” Rena held Jacob in place, as her other hand did exactly as she described, patting Jacob's diapered butt in varying speeds and firmness. As she did this, Jacob felt himself pass gas, blushing very hard and trying to process how he ended up over such a beautiful, strong woman's shoulder, in a very wet (and soon to be messy) diaper. “Go ahead, baby boy. Mess your diaper for mommy.” Rena cooed, soon patting Jacob's diaper after each word she spoke. “Make.” Pat. “A.” Pat. “Great.” Pat. “Uh-oh.” Pat. “In.” Pat. “Your.” Pat. “Diaper!” Pat, pat. The patting sound of the diaper filled the room, as did Jacob's labored grunts and attempts to hold it in. Of course, this was mistaken for him being fussy, making Rena simply coo and pat him even more. Finally, he did the unthinkable; with a final grunt and a defeated sigh, Jacob felt the back of his diaper soon fill up, expanding slightly. Rena went from patting his diaper to instead keeping her hand on it, giving it very soft rubs as it expanded more. “Awwwww, baby's making his messy uh-oh for Mommy! Let it alllll out, little Ry-Ry! Such a good baby, making a super full diaper for me! Mommy's gonna have to give someone a super diaper change soon, won't she? Won't she?” Jacob was a tomato, his cheeks redder than he even though possible. And yet, he was still turned on despite that fact. Even after he was done messing his diaper, he could feel his member throbbing against his now warm and mushy diaper. Rena held Jacob out by his armpits once more, first giving him little kisses to his face and chest, and then moving her nose towards his full diaper, giving a few exaggerated sniffs. “Ohhh, my! Someone's a stinky boy,” Rena cooed, turning Jacob around and looking at the back of his diaper before making him face her once more, “filled your diaper right up, huh? Well, Mommy's gotta change your diaper then, huh? But, uh oh! What's this?” Rena looked directly towards Jacob's member, its outline formed in the diaper. She then brushed her nose slightly against it, making Jacob moan from behind his pacifier. With a smile, Rena very gently cradled Jacob once more, making his messy diaper press up against his backside ever softly. She then took gentle hold of Jacob's diapered front, slowly moving her hand along the outside of it in a back and forth motion, making Jacob move his hips softly against Rena's hand. “Hmmm,” Rena giggled, “just as I thought. Someone is very excited! We can't change your diaper with that in the way, now can we? I think your diaper can hold one more mess, huh? Give mommy a super full diaper to change.” Jacob suckled his pacifier harder as Rena spoke, her words turning him on nearly as much as her rubbing of his diaper. His diaper rustled, crinkled, and squished with each movement of either his hips or Rena's hand, both speeding up a little bit more. “Don't say anything, baby. You've already wet and messed your diaper for Mommy Rena. Now it's time to make a special mess for me. Just enjoy yourself. Don't fight what you've been wanting to do all this time, baby Ry-Ry. Just let all of those feelings in there right into your big, thick, wet, messy, diaper!” With the last five words of Rena's sentence, she patted Jacob's balls, making sure to hold her hand right up against them and his member when she finished. This made Jacob gasp in ecstasy as his juices spewed into his diaper in what he could only describe as the most earth-shattering orgasm he'd ever had. Better than any prior sexual encounter, story, art/comic, caption he'd experienced. This was insanely satisfying, especially with Rena holding him so close and only praising him more for what he'd just done. No sudden guilt, no words of disgust...just pure, uninterrupted bliss. “Gooood boy,” Rena sang, giggling softly, “you did it! You showed part of your true self to me! I'm so proud of you!” She kissed Jacob's forehead first, then Jacob returned the favor with a passionate kiss on Rena's lips. The kiss was given its all from both parties, with Jacob figuring it was merely part of the plot line. They continued kissing in this manner, running their fingers through each others' hair, paying no mind to the very full diaper between Jacob's legs. “Jacob...” Rena whispered, catching Jacob off guard. He backed away from the kiss, looking Rena in the eyes. However, it was no longer Rena he was staring at; it was Megan, back in her normal form. “Shit, I'm sorry! I broke character.” Megan shook her head, clearly flustered. “That wasn't supposed to happen! Let's move on, hmm?” Jacob was about to tell her it was okay, but Megan soon snapped her fingers, and the scene grew dark, with Megan fading, followed by the apartment they were both in, and eventually, Jacob. “Megan , wait!” Jacob called out, before being sucked into the darkness once more.

Don't wear one but should! A plastic one cause making a mess is the thing I do best !

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I'm pretty sure I don't need to answer this...because I'm sure most people already know my answer lol But in case some don't. Diaper changes to me are like foreplay (or sometimes it happens after naughty time haha) they are sexually arousing to me and perhaps one of my biggest turn on. But, this is my own personal fetish so it makes sense why as a domme mommy I would get something out of it.

Crinkly DC Amors...I can hear them every step I take!

Here it is! The last chapter!! Can't believe we are finally here I've really loved writing this story! And who knows, there may be a sequel in the future (though no plans for that now) Also it won't be the last time you see this story! I'm working on turning it to a novel with a few extra chapters! I'll release more info on that when it's finish (which will be sometime this week) ALSO next Monday I will be posting the 1st chapter of my newest story Babysitting 101! Where a female friend wants to learn how to babysit and therefore asks her male best friend to let her practice on him If you don't want to wait another week to read it and want to see an exclusive story then check out my Patreon page! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Any and all support is much appreciated! I'm working hard to turn my writing into a career But anyway, here is the last chapter of Who is Mommy Violet! Enjoy!!! Chapter Eighteen “Wow!” It was all Lilly said as she pressed her fingers against his crotch, feeling the wetness beneath her fingertips. “Is it…bad…” Daniel asked, feeling hesitant and a bit nervous about what her reaction was going to be. Lilly shook her head. “No, it’s wonderful.” “R-really?” Daniel asked her, a bit shocked. He knew that when they spoke online, she seemed to be into it. But now that they were in person, he couldn’t help but have a bit of doubt that she would be turned off by the whole experience. Lilly giggled as she leaned over and kissed him. “Yes. I promise…it’s extremely hot.” “Oh wow,” Daniel blushed, feeling himself grow excited as Lilly continued to kiss him, keeping her hand against his wet diaper. She pulled herself closer, to the point she was sitting on his lap, pressing herself against him. After a few minutes, Lilly pushed back slightly and got off of him, but not before grabbing his hand and leading him towards the bedroom. The thick diaper between his legs caused him to waddle a bit as he followed behind her. Once they got into his bedroom, they started kissing again; Lilly pulled his shirt off before pushing him onto the bed. It was then when she took off her shirt and pants. She was wearing a blue bra and white panties. She had more of a figure then he thought, and he felt his dick grow even harder just looking at her frame. “Wow, you’re…incredible,” Daniel said, and Lilly smiled at him. “Thank you,” she said as she walked closer to him, “I think you’re still hesitant with me.” “Umm…perhaps a bit.” He said as he lowered his head. “I need you to know…to understand…” Lilly took a deep breath. “What this does for me.” Without another word, she grabbed his hand and placed it under her underwear and up against her – he let out a slight gasp as he felt how wet she was. She was soaked! He couldn’t believe it. “You understand now?” She asked him, biting her lip as she pressed his fingers harder against herself. “Uh, huh.” He blushed as he nodded his head, wiggling softly as he felt her. “This excites me just as much as it does you,” she continued, “don’t forget that.” “I won’t…I’m sorry…” “Don’t apologize,” Lilly said as she let his hand go and kissed him again, pushing herself on top of him to where he fell onto the bed. “Is there anything you want me to do for you?” She asked him, kissing his lips, to his cheek and his neck. “I don’t know…” he said. “I’m enjoying this, though.” “Me too.” Daniel couldn’t believe this was happening. If someone would have told him a few months ago, this is where he would be; he wouldn’t have found him. How is it that he now has this amazing person in his life who shares his love and understanding for diapers – and someone he connects with on everything else with? How did he get this lucky…he felt like he was almost undeserving, after all, he did push Lilly away before and now… “Are you okay?” Lilly asked him, breaking him free from his trance. “Yeah, I’m….I’m okay…just thinking how stupid I was for pushing you away.” “Shhhh,” Lilly said, pressing her fingers against his lips, “stop bringing it up. If you mention it again….I might have to spank you.” Daniel felt his cheeks grow hot as she said those words. Lilly slipped her hand back on the front of his diaper, pressing hard, moving her hand up and down. Daniel bit his lip hard as he let out a moan, feeling the thick wet diaper and her hand press against his dick. It felt amazing. “Do you like that?” She asked softly, and he nodded his head. “Good,” she whispered as she pressed, even more, he felt like if she kept doing it for too long, he was going to explode. It was then she bent down, placing her face against his diaper, before taking a deep breath and inhaling. “You sure are stinky.” She giggled. “I bet you want to get out of this wet diaper, don’t you?” Daniel nodded his head, wiggling slightly, unable to find his voice. Every time she spoke, he felt himself shrink down. Lilly got off of him and made her way to his closet, pulling out some wipes before she returned. “Let’s get you all nice and clean!” She cooed as she placed the wipes next to him. He wasn’t sure how much more of this teasing he was going to be able to take. Lilly tore at the tapes, pulling down the diaper, revealing his hard dick. She smiled as she licked her lips, grabbing a bunch of wipes as she began to wipe down his front, making sure to go slowly over his dick and his balls. At one point, she made him pull up his knees so that she could get a better angle to make sure he was ‘completely clean.’ “You soaked your diaper, mister!” She said as she shook her head. “I think if you wet any more, you may have leaked!” She placed the used wipes inside of the diaper, before grabbing the last one and doing one final wipe down before she wrapped the dirty diaper and set it on the floor. “There we go! Now you are all clean!” “T-thank you,” Daniel managed to let out a whisper, “Lilly.” Lilly gave him a slight frown. “I don’t like that.” “Don’t like what?” “I don’t like you calling me that…during…this.” “Oh,” Daniel said as he realized what she meant. He knew the word she wanted to be called, but he wasn’t sure if he could muster it up. It was something he always dreamed about, but now that it was a reality, it was way different than how it was when they were online. “Come on,” Lilly said as she began to take off her panties and bra, which just caused him to grow more nervous as he watched her perky breast and hard pink nipples. He licked his lips. “You can do it,” Lilly whispered as she crawled back on top of him, pressing her naked body against his own, pressing her lips against his cheek, “It’s just one simple word.” “M…mo…” Daniel started to speak; his voice was shaky. “It’s okay,” Lilly said, “no need to be afraid. No need to feel nervous. I’m here with you, beside you.” “Mommy.” Daniel finally said, and he felt his whole body relax as the words escaped his lips. Lilly smiled at him before pressing her lips against him. “Hmmm,” she moaned slightly, and he couldn’t help but wonder what those words did for her. “Good job,” she whispered as she positioned herself to where he was about to enter her, “keep saying it.” “Mommy.” He said it once more, and with that, she let him slide into her wetness – and it was terrific. They both let out a gasp. “Keep going,” Lilly moaned as she began to rock her hips slowly. “Mommy.” Every time he said it, he felt Lilly tense up and go a bit faster, which just caused him to bite his lips hard and drove him crazy as well. He never experienced anything like this before, the build-up to this point, was making it hard for him to last. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate, but Lilly kept telling him to call her that over and over again and every single time, it drove him crazy. “Keep saying it,” she demanded of him, pressing down harder, rocking back and forth, her breast bouncing slightly. “But…I’m about to cum!” He said. “You need to ask me for permission for that,” she told him, slowing down slightly, as she lowered her head to kiss him hard against the lips. “May I cum..m-mommy?” He asked in a timid voice. “Of course,” she whispered, “you may cum. Be a good boy and cum for mommy. Think about me putting you in a diaper…and changing you…” “Ugh,” he let out a moan, shutting his eyes as Lilly began to pick up the pace once more. Sweat was pouring down his face, until suddenly he came and he took a deep breath, panting hard as his head fell onto the bed. “Good boy,” Lilly said as he hopped off of him and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her as the two of them laid there in silence for a few minutes. “That was amazing,” Daniel said, finally catching his breath. “Yeah, it sure was,” she replied, “and there will be more of that to come…and even more.” “More?” Daniel said, but then nodded his head in agreement, “I look forward to everything.” “Me too.” And at that moment, Daniel experienced a moment of perfection, of total bliss, and he couldn’t wait to see what else was ahead for the two of them.

I thought this was kinda funny and fitting

Using a stent should not be a splash in the deep end of the pool but rather a slow wading in as you get adjusted to the idea. If you are already comfortable using catheters the next step may be the modified cath. A full length cath with a second opening a few inches below the balloon. Followed by the modified cath cut short. One very easy to make stent that I have had success with is the 16FR with 30ml balloon inflated with about 1-2 ml of fluids. Just be sure to tie the retrieval line securely at both ends. Follow safe cleaning procedures of the work area and take no short cuts! Once you get the stent idea working its a wonderful feeling and works like a switch. Here is a post I wrote a few years back that you may find useful, I have on occasion had received a PM asking how make a stent or what works for me. In consideration of the board crash and knowing that answering a PM will not benefit the community from which I learned I will re-post what works for me. I have tried the ridged PVC tubing heating and making bends, worked OK for me. I later worked with blue silicone airline available on Amazon, very soft. Some on here have managed to roll the ends, not me. What I did do was to add two brass ferrules inside the airline. One about ¾” of an inch from the end and second at 1 ½”. The ferrules were placed on a tapered pair of forceps. The airline heated in boiling water and in the ferrules went worked in to the airline. The idea of the two ferrules was one would slip inside my bladder while the other would hold the stent from slipping further inside. Again worked OK. But I made one major mistake that ended me in the ER for a very embarrassing day to have it removed. The mistake was using too small of a o ring on the end of the retrieval line. Now a day the O ring is large enough to slip over the shaft. My third and most successfully for me has been to use either silicone or latex catheter. The 16FR works best for me. This is not only the easiest to make it has become the most comfortable. Doesn’t fall out and in four years has not pulled in to my bladder. However I don’t pleasure myself while using my sent. The night the stent got away from me I had woke with a ragging erection and wanted it gone. My guess is the contraction of the orgasm pulled the stent in bladder. Lesson learned, use a larger O ring and check the lines before each use. In the photo you have a simple 16FR latex catheter. For me 5.5” length works best. After cutting you need a syringe with blunt tip to add about 1 CC of fluids to the balloon. To plug the fill line I used a piece of weed whacker line. At first the line was way too thick so using my drill I chucked 2” piece and using the drill to spin the line while holding some 100 grit sand paper on the line. The white cap in the photo is available at the local Lowes or maybe a hardware store. The store description is ‘screw protector’ Hillman #881037. The model number will depend on the catheter size. Using a leather punch make a hole on the end. For retrieval line a braided fishing line works great , I use 10Lb test. The line is so thin that I use a sewing needle thread the line in and sew in the cut end of the catheter stent. Tie a few good knots and use your tweezers pull it tight. The screw protector with the hole punched in the end becomes the cap. Thread the line threw the hole and if you sized the screw protector correctly slid it over the cut catheter end. To clean after getting this together I wash with soap and water air dry and then soak in 99% isopropyl alcohol for 10-15 minutes. Air dry again before rolling in a clean paper towel. To inset first wash your hands thoroughly. Then clean the head of your penis with povidone-iodine 10% using a cotton ball. Add some KY from an unopened source. Use the small one time use packets. You can work the stent in slowing working it up the shaft or make yourself a pusher tube like I did. Its piece of vinyl airline semi ridged. To make the tip I used an old hobby paint brush handle tapped to fit in the capped end of the stent. I later marked the pusher tube where I should stop. If you have question please communicated on the open forum so all can benefit.

These looks nice what size did you buy if you don’t mind me asking

I reject the premise of the question. I would be fascinated to hear a cogent argument as to who should confer such a "privilege" and the criteria by which they should confer it. I'm a bit of a libertarian myself. Still, I live in Australia, an over-governed nanny-state where nearly every aspect of our lives is regulated by an all-knowing bureaucracy. If any jurisdiction was to start issuing "diaper licenses" I reckon you'd see it here first. I'd live somewhere else but it's got some other upsides.

The old style Wellness diaper from around 2007, before they got bought and the formula completely changed, is simply the most absorbent diaper I have ever worn! I have one left that I am saving, for what I don't kno w, but someday I will wear it all day and fill it to capacity!

That's why I'd recommend sleeping in nappies to anyone, not just AB/DLs and bedwetters/incontinent people! It takes away the choice between those two undesirable alternatives (and anyone who gets up more than once a night should definitely wear a nappy).

I like the little keeper sleeper too . They make a " shorty " for summer as well as footies . The really cool feature is they are made escape proof . https://littlekeepersleeper.com/

not sure if you want the ones I use but check out little keeper sleeper they make awesome sleepers

Epilogue.) I climbed into the booth across from Lala and Mommy kissed the top of my head. I told her she just had to drop me off, but she insisted on coming in and getting me situated. I wore a flouncy pink dress with a warm winter cardigan and bright leggings. And of course, the ever-present diaper. I had accidents all the time now, even in the daytime. And I didn't care one bit. "Have her home by nine, alright?" Mommy said to Lala. They had been on pretty good terms since we got back from England. "Hey kiddo," the term of affection was a big step for Lala; what might have been innocuous to most people was pretty profound coming from the girl across the booth. It was a concession; an admission of having come around to this. To accepting her best friend’s choices, and that they were her choices. "That's a cute dress, who picked that one out?" Lala sipped her soda. "Me," I said with a bright smile and pulled on the hem to show it off. "Mommy and I went shopping last week and I got it at the store 'cause it was on sale and I was a good girl all day!" The obvious over-the-top emotions were standard now. When I was happy, you knew it. When I was upset, you knew that too. There was no hiding how I felt. No "I'm fine" or "I'm just tired". I was a face value kind of girl. "It suits you." Lala hid her knowing smile behind the rim of her glass. It had taken her a long time to understand the decision her best friend had made. For a lot of that time, they didn't talk at all. And one day, a long while after she watched her best friend give up the fight in a choir of tears on her cheeks, and poop in her pants, Lala turned back up at her house with a gift in her hand and not too much to say. Wendy loved that pacifier, too; she'd make a habit of using it whenever she was with Lala, and that meant it was probably in the pocket of her cardigan even right now. "I ordered for you - cheese fries, right?" Because recently, Wendy had become a vegetarian, because animals are friends not food. Except for when Ginger made food, because although animals were friends not food, Mommy Knew Best. It was still weird hearing what might as well have been a cult indoctrination! "Uh huh yes, thank you very much!" I had gotten very good at manners recently. In England, it was very important I spoke politely and eloquently. In my short two weeks there, I'd even developed a slight accent to certain words! I thought it made me sound cool. Like Mommy! "Do you gots a date for Valentine's Day?" "Mm, not yet. You remember that girl, Kate?" Kate who had been there one of the days that Lala had babysat her best friend - which wasn't that uncommon nowadays - Kate who just thought the fact this twenty-something woman was in every way a child was the most charming thing in the world. "She wants to take me out for dinner, but I think she's falling for me and you know me and romance, right kiddo?" "I dunno. I like her. I think you should go." Kate was really cool! She played with me and asked me lots of questions. She asked if I was sick, and I said no. She asked why I dressed like I did and I told her the truth. It makes me happy. Mommy and Daddy make me happy. I'd made my decision and since then, I had never wavered. Even when Daddy told me the potty was off limits all the time, or when I had to go to bed early if I didn't eat my broccoli. I truly loved this life. "Ohh you could get married and I could be your Maid of Honor! I promise not to embarrass you." "Oh yeah, you promise huh? I think you'd be better off as the flower girl, at least the petals would cover up your stinky tush~" She wouldn't be Lala if she didn't tease, right? Thing was, Wendy owned it. Wendy owned who she was; she was far and away the most confident person Lala had ever met nowadays. Sure, she'd play coy sometimes and get bashful, but only in the context of a child. The waitress slid down two plates - one with cheese fries, one with Lala's burger. "Hey, I know how to be discrete!" Discrete, sure. Ashamed? Not really. I didn't flash my diapers or use pacifiers in public, because that was rude. But if Mommy put my paci in my mouth, that's where my paci stayed. Sure, it was a little embarrassing, but who cares what other people think. Right? "Well if you dun' got any plans for Valentine's Day, we can go out together? Friend date!" "Oh I don't know about that, you're kinda young for me you know?" She cracked up laughing and nodded, reaching across the table to ruffle the girl’s hair. "Maybe I'll have Kate over, but you can come over, too? We'll do a movie or something, and maybe that'll keep her from getting too romantic? I think weddings are too much for me." Wendy wore two rings since that day; on her left ring finger was a simple white gold band, and on her right ring finger was a yellow gold band and Lala knew how much they meant to her best friend. "Yeah, okay. I'll come spend time with you and Kate then!" I smiled up at Lala and pushed a handful of fries into my mouth. But then, almost out of nowhere, my smile slipped. I kicked my feet and pouted a little. "I think... Mommy and Daddy are gonna go on a date. For Valentine's Day. They're askin' around for babysitters, so..." "Well, now they don't have to ask, right?" But that wasn't what Wendy was upset about, and Lala knew it. Age regressed little toddler or not, Wendy was still her best friend. "And how does Wednesday feel about that, about Mommy and Daddy going on a date for Valentine’s Day?" I shrugged my shoulders and ate another french fry. Slower this time. Thinking. "I dunno. I mean... I didn't think they would really start dating. But we live together, and... and they are my Mommy and Daddy. They should date! It makes more sense if they date! But..." But Daddy was my ex-fiancé and Mommy still pleasured me once a week. It was... weird. Wendy had made it no secret to Lala how much she thought that Ginger and Remy should probably date, but the reality did seem a little harder for her to swallow. "Come on, spit out the but - what's on your mind? You've told me about this before, about how you think they should date. So what's the stumbling block? Girls your age have building blocks and lego blocks, not stumbling blocks." "What if this was the point? What if... what if Mommy really just wanted to be with Daddy and all this stuff about me being happy and making me a little girl was a means to an end? She'll have Daddy. She'll have everything she wants. And then... I'll just..." I pouted and kicked my feet nervously. "I won't matter anymore..." "Well, you know, that's a pretty rational thing to think. Remember, I used to think that, too. But you know, Ginger put a lot of work into helping you be who you are today, and then she even gave you a choice in the end. I think," she took a bite of her burger, "if she was able to help you feel this way, then she could have just made you like... go fall in love with someone else, or jump off a bridge, or something. If she wanted you out of the picture, I mean, she could have done that. But she didn't, did she? She went out of her way to do the opposite." ...yeah, she had a point. Mommy's weird hypno magic was still a bit beyond me in complexity, but it seemed to have made me better off. You know, subjectively. "Are you jealous of Ginger?" Lala asked me, but I shook my head. "Nuh uh. I dun wanna be with Daddy like that anymore. I dunno if I ever really wanted to, deep down. I just wanted to be married." I kept looking for happiness in things to come, rather than things I had. "I juss... dun wan' them to forget about me..." "I don't think that's ever going to happen. Remy's always wanted kids, right?" It was one thing that had always been a static point in their relationship. "And with you, he gets a little girl who's never going to grow up, never going to decide you're too old for his affections, never going to say you're too old for bedtime stories, or to ride the kiddie coasters at amusement parks.” "...you think?" "I know," Lala assured me, and patted me on the head across the table. I guess she was right. What was I so worried about? I'd always have Daddy and he'd always have me. No matter what. If our relationship could survive an entire overhaul and four diaper changes a day, then it could survive casual dating. Or even serious dating! I perked up and took another fry off my plate, smiling up at Lala. She always knew the right thing to say. "If they get married, I am definitely gonna be the flower girl!" "And you'll be the crinkliest flower girl that ever there was, kiddo." It was weird, because Lala had a much better relationship with her best friend this way. There was no oneupmanship, no belittling one-another except for the kindhearted teasing from Lala. It was as if, before this Wendy was just a little grub waiting to undergo metamorphosis and become her true form. "You're a butterfly, you know that, Wendy? You're beautiful, you came from something completely different, and you make people happy just to see you." And hey, if someone could get Lala to say something so stupidly sappy, they must have been a very magical indeed. End. ~~~~~~~~ Thank you for all the love and support throughout this story! Full versions in PDF and ePub are available on our Patreon, so please consider supporting us there as well! And check out our new story: Evil Lolita Club.

I've found one person besides myself IRL- And not anyone online until now. If I made a Discord or Kik group or something would anybody want to join? Just have fun being little etc? I always wished there was a group for FtM kids to be in their space and like, hang out too!!! Or just meet more diaper friends! What do you think? :°)

Chapter 19 The double protection I was wearing forced my legs apart far worse than any previous nappy Karen had put me in. My legs had to move in a kind of circular motion whilst walking which made me look even more like a waddling baby. Try as hard as I could I could nt walk correctly. I stood at the car door on the passenger side as Karen placed her two bags in the car boot. As Karen opened the door for me I bent down to get my padded backside on the seat, as I did so I did nt realise that the safety pin holding the skirt at the hem pinged off and landed on the roadside kerb. Once seated, Karen pulled the safety belt across me and shut the passenger door. After she had entered the drivers side door she smiled at me. “Today is going to be a great mummy and baby day. Don’t forget, any accidents in your nappy will result in a 24/7 forfeit” I nodded in acceptance, still confident, and once Karen was set we drove off heading for the Kent countryside. Kent is called the ‘garden of England’ for good reason. The bustle of the towns are easily and quickly escaped as the county has miles and miles of green lush fields. I sat in the car wondering what small talk a grown man wearing a double nappy and plastic pants should have on a car journey with the object of his desire. I should nt have worried, my first conversation about where we were going and how long would it take was met with an amused smile from Karen. “Typical child, asking when we will get to the destination. Here pop this in your mouth and we’ll hear no more chat from you” Karen reached over and placed a pacifier in my mouth. Doing just as I’d been told I sucked on the rubber dummy and took my mind off of the journey. It was nt long before we left the main roads and drove down country lanes. All too soon Karen told me that we had almost arrived at our destination. “Just pulling into the car park up here baby, you’ve been such s good boy in the car” Karen pulled into a Kent country park and whilst it was nt as secluded as I’d hoped I knew that I would not be in my double nappy long. As Karen parked the car, I noticed there were a number of other vehicles already there including three big coaches. One of the coaches must have just arrived as the occupants were in the process of disembarking. We were in almost the next parking spot and I suddenly got very conscious of what I was wearing. Reaching down to make sure my nappies were covered it was only then that I realised that the safety pin that converted my skirt to shorts was missing. As Karen opened the passenger door for me I removed my pacifier and quietly pointed at the problem. “Don’t worry baby” she insisted “ Everyone here will be concentrating on having a good time, I’m sure they’ll be too busy to spot my nappy boy” Whilst I was nt exactly convinced I really did nt have any other option than to get out of the car and join Karen in the car park. Once Karen had closed the door behind me she asked me to help her with the picnic stuff in the boot. As I reached into the rear of the car a gust of wind caught my red skirt causing it to blow up around my chest revealing my double nappy and yellow plastic pants to everyone getting off the nearby coach. I quickly pulled it down but sensed it was too late as I could hear the sounds of mixed laughter coming from the nearby crowd. “Don’t worry sweet” Karen said from behind me, “Just grab the picnic blanket and the food bag and we’ll be off” Using both of my hands to carry the picnic supplies meant that I was now at the mercy of the windy weather. Karen grabbed the change bag and locked the car. I could barely raise my head as we passed the coach trippers, I could hear them talking amongst thereselves about the man wearing a skirt and nappy, I did nt doubt that my thick underwear could be seen hanging below the hem of the skirt, it was indeed a walk of shame. Almost predictably the moment I got past the coach party the wind decided to blow again and a strong gust caught the skirt I was wearing for a second time and it again flew up to my waist exposing my nappies and baby pants to everyone in range. As I scrambled to get the skirt back in place without the use of my hands I heard a great cheer and screams of laughter coming from the coach group. Karen come up behind me and helped pull the skirt down, encouraging me to continue walking. “Don’t worry baby, by the time we get to our picnic spot they’d all have forgotten about the nappy boy they seen. I bet some of them are wearing a similar thing” We continued walking, I lost count of the times my skirt blew up around my waist, I now had other things on my mind. My stomach was starting to feel very bloated and bubbly, with each waddle I had to clench my bum tight, frightened of what was going to happen if I relaxed. How could this be happening? I had yet to use my nappies without making a conscious effort, and now the only efforts I had my mind on was to not use my nappy. Karen told me that we had reached our destination, a quiet spot just off the main path. As instructed I lay the picnic blanket on the ground and Karen set out the food for the picnic. I watched her as she filled one of the baby bottles with orange juice. “Here cutie, you must be thirsty after the car journey” she said as she offered me the bottle. I nervously declined with a shake of my head, not wanting to upset the fine balancing act I was doing with my bowels. Karen seemed to sense I was having a problem, either that or she knew I had ingested something that was causing my guts some issues. “Is everything okay baby? You’re not struggling to keep a clean nappy are you?” I could nt say a word, the sweat of concentration dripped from my forehead as I clenched my buttocks. Karen walked over to me and whispered in my ear “Baby, did you really think you’d be able to keep your pampers clean? It’s okay, Mummy knew you could nt stop using your nappy” “But Karen” I replied “It’s not just a wee I need” Karen gave me a big hug. “It’s okay, Mummies know that their babies use their nappies for pooping too. It won’t be the first or last time I’ll be changing your dirty nappy” The pain was now too much, my belly felt like it was on fire, I had to let go. Liquid poop started to pour out of my backside and into the disposable nappy. The squelching noise was audible over my whimper but Karen just held me close. “It’s okay baby, Mummy’s got you” It did nt take long for my bowels to empty and the soft mush in my nappy was soon joined by warm urine as my bladder followed suit and emptied itself. I sobbed in Karen’s clinch “I’m so sorry, I must have eaten something that has disagreed with my system” “Sssshhhh, don’t fret baby” Karen consoled me. “I expected you to use your nappy. It’s okay” “You’re doubled up so don’t worry about any leaks or mess, come enjoy a cuddle on the blanket and I’ll change you shortly” Karen led me to the blanket and as I sat down I felt the mess in my nappy squish around my genitals. Karen cuddled me close and fed me the bottle she had just prepared. I lay my head on her lap and without realising the skirt rode up exposing my big nappied behind to anyone walking past. By the time I had finished the bottle I had calmed down. I’d almost resigned myself to full time nappies and I was at peace with the idea, after all it had been proven that I could nt stay clean and I had a wonderful Mummy to take care of me. As we sat there cuddling a few of the earlier coach party passed us and sniggered at the grown man wearing a skirt around his waist and a big nappy on show clutching his ‘Mummy’ “Hush baby, don’t worry, Mummy’s here and will look after you” We lay cuddling for the longest time, eventually the smell coming from beneath the layers of my underwear alerted us both to the fact that a change was long overdue. Turning my body away from anyone walking past, Karen reached for the change bag and got the items she needed, my skirt was removed and the yellow plastic pants were yanked down to my knees. The mess did nt take long to clean up, Karen wiped my backside down with wet wipes and the soiled disposable nappy was bagged up and then replaced with a clean one. The cloth over nappy had remained clean, the disposable kept the mess contained, so that was repined and the yellow pants returned to cover the bulk, as was the skirt. The rest of the day went great, we ate the food Karen had prepared, I also drank a number of drinks from the bottle which meant that my new clean nappy did nt last that way for long. I was never sure how Karen knew but every time I emptied my bladder into my protection she praised me for being her “good baby boy” As the afternoon drew into early evening Karen decided that it was probably time to go home. I offered to help get the remaining food and drink together and in my haste to help I dropped what was left in the carton of orange all over the red skirt I was wearing. “Oh baby, you should really leave the clearing up to the adults. The skirt is soaked, you can’t wear that in the car” Despite the slight cover the skirt offered it was still better than people seeing me in just a nappy and plastic pants so I was nt keen but as always Karen reassured me in her loving soft tones. “It’ll be okay Mummy is here” Once the picnic stuff was packed away we set off for the car, me now just wearing footwear, a polo shirt and a double nappy under plastic panties. Fortunately we did nt encounter any other visitors on my waddle back to the car and before long we were on our way, returning to Karen’s house. After Karen had put the pacifier in my mouth for the return journey I sat there wondering if I’d ever be allowed to be a man again after losing Karen’s challenge, as I did so I released a stream of wee into my double nappy and thought it might be for the best if I was nt.