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@SGTbaby I have 3 girls. The 5 year old and almost 3 year old will admit when they are tired. Both have also put themselves down for naps when they need it. Recently I couldn't find the youngest and I was freaking out. My 10 year old found her. She climbed head first into a sleeping bag and fell asleep. All you could see was her legs and butt.

When I was a baby I had to have bladder surgery because I was only a pound and a half (I know even I'm surprised I survived) and as I grew older I was constantly wetting my bed and I'm skinny enough to still fit into a size 7 diaper and a 4t-5t pull-ups I love wearing diapers and my bed wetting never stopped. I am now 29

Chapter 4 Jamie sat in his playpen once more watching Becky rush around getting ready for company. Like always, she put him out of the way, though he figured he’d have been equally out of the way in his nursery. Still, he sat in playpen with a coloring book, content except for not having a pencil sharpener with him. Growing frustrated at the too thick lines messing up the design, he decided to watch the Becky Show, as he and Amanda secretly called it, her harried ritual when she was getting ready for a party. Adding to her franticness, since it was Manda’s graduation party, Becky kept insisting she not help, and Manda kept helping, and Becky kept shooing Manda away. “Maybe you should get in the playpen, and I’ll help,” Jamie said to Manda after Becky chased her out of the kitchen again. “You say that now, but you’d get all pouty when I finished your coloring book without you. Wanna go play outside?” “Won’t we get dirty?” “We’ll change if we need to. C’mon,” she said as she stooped down to lift him out of the playpen. She carried him through the breezeway and into the backyard. “Swingset or sandbox?” “Sandbox.” He had an unfinished castle to work on. She set him down on the warm sand and seated herself on the edge, and together they worked on sculpting the castle’s features. “Too bad we can’t hide this,” Jamie said as he worked. “Why,” Amanda asked, chuckling. Hide a sand castle? “Because Dozer is gonna destroy it, no doubt.” “Jamie, that’s kinda mean. He’s only three.” “I know. I don’t mean anything by it.” He’d never call his cousin Samuel his secret nickname for him in front of him or in front of Daniel or Lauren either. “He just has a tendency to break my stuff.” And he’s huge even for a big, Jamie thought but didn’t say. Being around him made Jamie nervous sometimes, especially when he was tired and acting like a crazy toddler. “We’ll keep the door to your room closed.” “Who all is coming over?” “The people you know, some friends of mine from school, and a bunch of mom’s old friends and coworkers. I think it’s as big an accomplishment for the parents as the graduates, and on the plus side, I’m gonna get more presents.” “Mel’s coming, right?” “Looking forward to seeing her?” Jamie hadn’t seen much of her since finals started. She wasn’t quite as natural a student as Manda, so she buckled down more to study. “I got a job for her,” Jamie said. “What?” “You’ll see.” Manda laughed. “Oh! What are you guys doing,” Becky said as she stood in the door of the breezeway. “You’re all sandy now. People are gonna be here soon.” “I think this is your grandma’s fault,” Jamie whispered. “Amazing how neurotic a parent can make a child about certain things.” “That’s okay, Mom,” Amanda said as she stood up. “He’s just a little boy. Everyone will think it’s just cute.” She winked at him. “Well, brush him off and come inside.” She heard the doorbell ring. “See!” “On our way! C’mon, sugar cookie,” Amanda said as she reached out a hand to help Jamie stand and then brushed the sand off his shorts and legs. “Hold on,” Jamie said when he was finished. He took off his right shoe and turned it over to let the sand out, then did the same with his left. Amanda brushed off her own butt. Jamie toddled after her and followed her to their entryway where Becky was greeting their first guest, a friend of hers he didn’t recognize. “Hi Mrs. Davison,” Amanda said. “Thanks for coming.” She leaned over to give her a hug. Jamie figured this must be one of Becky’s work friends. “I wouldn’t miss it! Congratulations.” “Come in,” Becky said, “You’re the first to arrive.” “That means I get alone time with this guy,” she said as she stooped to pick up Jamie. He exercised his self-control and didn’t push her hands away. “You must be the famous Jamie I hear so much about!” “Do you work with my Mom,” he asked. “I do,” she said as she patted his butt. He hid a grimace. “And I used to be Amanda’s teacher.” More people were coming up the front walk. Rather than put him down, she walked back toward the front door, and once Becky and Amanda had greeted their new guest, they turned their attention on him. “Is this Jamie,” Guest #2 asked. He ruffled his hair. “This must be Jamie,” Guest #3 said. “He’s adorable,” Guest #4, #5, and #7 said. “Can I hold him,” Guest #everyone asked. His butt was rarely so thoroughly patted. Out of respect for Manda’s party, he’d decided to be patient and go along with it, thinking maybe he’d even make a new friend. He wanted to go to Manda or Becky, but they were being the polite hostesses, as he knew they needed to be. Looking at the person holding him, Jamie remembered catching toads as a kid, and half the time they’d pee on themselves to make themelves less appetizing, but that didn’t work for Jamie. At last, he heard a familiar voice. “Excuse me,” he said to the big holding him, another of Becky’s colleagues. She kept on talking. “Excuse me … Hey!” Out of patience, Jamie wriggled and said, “Lemme go” as the man finally got the point and gently set Jamie on his feet, swatting his butt gently as he started to walk away. Once upon a time, Jamie would have rounded on the man and given him a piece of his mind, but these days it took a lot more to get a rise out of Jamie. He walked gingerly through the see of tall legs, watchful as always to avoid getting stepped on, and when he saw Mel he tugged on her pantleg to get her attention. “Jamie,” she exclaimed. She picked him up, and he put his legs around her waist and his arms around her neck. “Congratulations on your graduation,” he said. “Thank you! Are you having fun?” “I am now. Just do me a favor and don’t let anyone else pick me up.” “Point out them out to me! I’ll set ‘em straight.” “Those ones,” Jamie said as he swept the room behind him with his arm. “Oh. There’s too many. How about we go get a plate of food instead?” “Yes, please.” Mel walked into the dining room and shifted Jamie to her hip. He held the plate while she got the goodies. She knew what he liked and didn’t like. “Kinda crowded in here,” she said. “Wanna go sit outside?” “Sure.” A few people were outside at the folding tables Becky had set up. Mel sat at an empty one. “So,” Mel said as the two of them picked at the plate, “Excited for summer?” “Yeah. It’s my favorite. What are you doing this summer?” “Working and searching for a real job.” Jamie didn’t envy her one bit. He didn’t want to quash her enthusiasm, so he refrained from apologizing for her misfortune. “And hanging out with you and Ella.” “She’s looking forward to seeing you.” “I am, too.” “Have you got any leads on jobs?” “Not yet. I may need to settle for an internship for a while. But we’ll see.” “Hey, Mel,” a male voice said. Mel and Jamie turned to see a man her age approaching. “Hey, Todd,” Mel said in a friendly but not warm voice. “I didn’t know you to be here.” “I’m with Kyle. We’re hitting up a few graduation parties today.” Jamie liked Kyle. He was on the very short list of guys associated with Amanda that he didn’t want to chase off. “Is this Jamie?” “Yes,” Jamie said. “Nice to meet you.” Todd nodded at him, and said to Mel, “He seems like all the other littles to me. Don’t really see why Amanda puts him first all the time.” “Nice,” Mel said sarcastically. “Really.” “Sorry,” Todd said as he backed away. Jamie grimaced and watched him go over Mel’s shoulder. “I’ve never met a Todd who wasn’t a complete and total prick shit!” Jamie yelled. Todd stopped, paused, and then kept walking without turning around. Mel laughed out loud. “Who was that guy?” “Someone from school. Total bro. Don’t think I’ve ever heard someone say ‘prick shit’ before.” “Bonus of being a little. Getting to say what you feel.” “Better not let Becky hear you say things like that.” He didn’t need the reminder. He knew what soap tastes like. “Kyle is friends with him?” “Sort of. I don’t know. I think he’s too nice to not put up with his shit.” “I bet you a backrub they stop hanging out as soon as the summer’s over, if that long,” Jamie said. “Without school they’ll just drift apart.” “Hmm. Here’s hoping. You wanna go find Kyle?” “I’m sure he’ll come find us eventually. So you’ve decided against grad school then?” “For now. I wanna try working for a while. Tired of school.” “I get that.” “And besides, maybe I’ll find something I really like without a graduate degree. Most people do.” “Or they settle.” “What’s that mean?” “It means two weeks after you get your first real job, you’re gonna get the biggest paycheck you’ve ever gotten, and you’re gonna get used to making money real quick. That makes it hard to go back to school, prying yourself away from that.” “We’ll see. Anyway, for now I’m just intent on finding that job and enjoying my summer in the meantime. Are you full?” “Yeah.” “Maybe we should go see who else is here. Don’t wanna be rude.” “If you insist.” They went inside and dropped the plate off in the trash. While in the kitchen, Mel helped herself to one of the good beers from the fridge, this being her second home, and she made a sippy cup of milk for Jamie. “There he is!” Donna squealed. “You put me down, and I will never forgive you,” Jamie whispered to Mel. Donna rushed over. “Hi, Jamie! Is you having fun at the party? Is you? Is you-is you?” He responded by turning into Mel’s chest and hiding his face where her arm met her body. “How are you still so shy,” Donna asked. “I’m also here,” Mel said. The two of them had grown apart as college had gone on, and Jamie didn’t wonder if it had something to do with him. They were more cordial acquaintances and less friends now. “And once more you beat me to this little guy.” Jamie took a deep breath. Respect for Amanda is what kept him from telling Donna off years ago. Sure, Donna’s antics were sometimes funny, but more often she just drove him nuts. One time when he had acquiesced and let her hold him, he regretted so quickly he did his best to flood his diaper in the hope it would leak. “Hi, Donna,” he said without taking his head from the crook of Mel’s arm. “Hiyeee. So now that I’ve graduated, as soon as I get a job I’m gonna apply to adopt a little. Won’t that be awesome? A new friend for you to play with!” Jamie’s eyes crossed for a moment. “But I wanna a newborn, no offense.” Jamie breathed a sigh of relief. He could picture that working, and he moreover suspected she wouldn’t get approved for adoption until she was much more established in her career and had some real money tucked away. Jamie had seen the receipts Becky got from Little Hearth. “That’s … great,” he said. “That’ll be … uh-huh.” “We’d better keep circulating,” Mel said. “Lemme know if you get tired holding him,” Donna said hopefully. Jamie imagined if that were to happen he’d just hold on to her shirt the way a baby gorilla hangs from its mothers fur. As they made their way around the room, some people acknowledged him when they spoke to Mel and some didn’t. A few spoke to him, and then introduced themselves to her. The card table Becky had put up in the corner to collect presents and envelopes was looking pretty full. “I hope I clean up that well at my party next weekend,” Mel said. “You gonna draw me a card?” “Of course. Don’t I always?” “You do, and I always save them,” she said as she tapped the end his nose with the last three words. He liked it when she did it. “There’s your aunt.” “My other aunt,” Jamie said to her as they approached Lauren. He liked thinking of Mel as his aunt. “I figured he had to be with you,” she said. “Congratulations.” “Oh, he prefers to be with me all the time.” “Ha! I meant on your graduation.” “I know. Thank you.” “Can I at least have a hug?” “Yes,” Jamie said and held his arms out for her to take him. He got a hug and a kiss. “Thank you, Jamie Bear. Sammy is outside in the back with Danny if you wanna go say hello.” “We’ll work our way out there eventually,” Jamie said. “How are Sammy and Danny?” “Fine. Well, Sammy is fine. Danny is completely overwhelmed by potty training. Man can build server farms but get completely flustered by accidents.” “Maybe Sammy isn’t ready,” Mel suggested. “He’s ready. Trust me. Besides, I’m ready. I told Daniel, I said, ‘He’s not a little who’ll just be in diapers forever. He needs to be out of them before he can start preschool.’ We even explained to Sammy why you need diapers forever and he doesn’t,” she said to Jamie “I’d have liked to have heard that,” Jamie said. Not that he minded, most of the time, but he was still perplexed by their erroneous understanding of how human bodies work. He’d made his peace with it, but still. One thing Jamie still wanted to know, though, is when big children generally figured out littles were different and how much of what they came to understand littles to be was biological versus cultural. “I guess we will go say hello,” Jamie said. “Maybe I could get a summer job chauffeuring littles around on my hip,” Mel joked as they made their way back outside. “Sorry.” “I’m kidding,” she said, giving him a kiss on his forehead. Danny was talking with someone, and below him, seated in the ruins of Jamie’s recently grand castle, was Sammy. “Hi, Danny,” Jamie said, interrupting him. “Oh hey, Jamester. Liza,” he said to the woman he was talking with, “this is Jamie, of course, and Mel.” “We’ve met,” Liza said. “Nice to see you again,” Jamie replied. “We were catching up on old times.” “I knew your uncle when he was a total brat. Always trying to drive me and your mom nuts.” “I wasn’t that bad. What’s keeping you busy these days, Jamester?” “You know me,” he shrugged, “Corporate espionage, insider trading, staying one step ahead of the law.” Rebuilding sandcastles. “I love sarcastic littles,” Liza said, “Sorry, Jamie – I know you hate when people say stuff like that – but it’s true. You’re so much more fun than those perpetual infants.” “Isn’t he,” Mel said. “And congratulations to you, Mel,” Danny said. “Oh, did you just graduate, too,” Liza asked. “Yeah.” “I’m proud of her,” Jamie said. The three bigs looked at him expecting a punchline. “Really,” he said, “I am. It’s a big deal.” He smiled kindly at Mel, and she squeezed him a little. “I like him more, too,” Mel said. “There you are,” Becky said as she approached them from behind. “I was starting to worry where you’d gotten to. What have you been up to,” she asked. “Mingling,” Jamie and Mel said at the same time. “Jamie’s like me,” Daniel said, “just loves to party.” “That may be, but it’s his nap time,” Becky said as she held her arms out. Mel dutifully handed him over. “He needs changed,” she said. Jamie blushed. “I bet my Baby Bear does.” “Do I hafta take a nap,” Jamie whined. “I haven’t even seen Kyle yet.” “Sorry, but you missed him. He did say to tell you hi, though,” Becky informed him. “Oh.” “Night-night, Jamie,” Mel said. He wished it were her naptime, too. “Bye. I’ll see you this week?” “Definitely.” “Bye, Danny. Bye, Liza,” Jamie said. They returned his goodbyes. Sammy The Destroyer of Worlds and Toys seemed content to focus on his inferior whatever-he-was-making. “C’mon,” Becky said. “I’m not that tired,” Jamie said. “Uh-huh,” Becky replied. She’d heard that before. In his nursery, she laid him on his changing table and began to undress him. “Really,” he yawned. “Want your binky?” He sighed, knowing he hadn’t lost this contest because it had never been a contest. She found his pacifier in the crib and put in between his lips. “Did you have fun with Aunt Mel,” Becky asked as she traced a finger down his bare chest and tummy. “Mhmm.” “Well, now that it’s summer time again, you’ll get to see her a lot,” Becky said as she changed Jamie into a dry diaper. “And I’ll be done with work in another two weeks, and then we go on vacation.” By the time she sealed the last tape on his diaper, Jamie was asleep. “Hmm,” Becky chuckled, “Good thing you’re not sleepy,” she whispered as she laid him in his crib.

Chapter 1 Billy could sense the light before he even opened his eyes. He couldn’t remember anything; the last thing he could remember was pain. He opened his eyes; he was lying in what appeared to be a hospital bed, bit by bit he started to piece together the events that led him here. Billy’s life had been hell since the death of his grandmother 6 years ago. His Mum, who had only been 17 when she had him, had been mostly absent during the first 9 years of his life, while his grandmother raised him. When her mother died, she moved into her house with Gary, her boyfriend, who eventually became her husband. When his Mum died, Billy was left at the mercy of his sadistic stepfather. Gary would get very angry and lash out, mostly on the parts of the body that didn’t show, so no one ever noticed at school. They never noticed anything at school, not the fact that Billy’s uniform was threadbare and two sizes too small, or that his shoes had holes, or that he was dangerously skinny. Gary would only let him eat more than one slice of bread if he thought he deserved it. He would often go days with only a slice of bread a day to survive on. If he dared ask for more food he would be beaten. If only someone had noticed something was wrong he might have been saved. Billy remembered coming home from school at the usual time. He headed upstairs to hide away in his bedroom as usual, only this day Gary stood at the top of the stairs, blocking his path. “Do you think I’m stupid?!” he roared, taking out his wallet, “Did you think I wouldn’t notice the money missing?!” “I didn’t –" began Billy “LIAR!” Gary slapped him in the face. “You probably gave it all to your dealer,” mumbled Billy. “What was that?!” roared Gary, “Who do you think you are?! You live under my roof and you will show some respect you little shit!” “It’s not YOUR roof it’s my Gran’s roof!” Billy could hardly recall what happened next, he remembered he fell; Gary must have pushed him, or hit him too hard. He landed at the bottom of the stairs on his back, after his head came into contact with the bottom of the banister. He remembered the terrible pain he felt, before he lost consciousness. Gary, thinking he had killed him, tried to do a runner. Their next door neighbour had heard the noise and called the police. The police caught up to Gary a few days later. He ended up spending months in a hospital bed, with a broken back and brain damage. He had to have operations on his spine; the doctors said he was very lucky to not be paralysed. Billy didn’t feel very lucky, he often felt confused and disoriented, he used to be very good in school, and now his brain functioned much slower, making him feel dumb. His bladder and bowels had been damaged to the point where he no longer had control over either, he now had to wear nappies, possibly for the rest of his life. The only good thing to come out of this was that Gary was now behind bars. Slowly, Billy’s injuries started to heal. He had a visit from a woman named Claire, who called herself a social worker. She told him that he would be leaving the hospital that day and going to live with his new foster parents. A nurse came and changed his nappy, then helped him get dressed in a white and blue striped t shirt, grey sweatpants (nice and baggy, they did a good job of hiding his disposable nappy), a black zip hoodie and a pair of black plimsolls. He gathered these must have been charitable donations, they weren’t his and they looked worn. Billy sat nervously in the back seat of Claire’s car. He had been in foster care before, right after his Nan died…when Mum finally decided to turn up (months after the funeral) social services released him to her. He was in foster care again when he was a little older, this time it was just after his Mum died; Gary fought to get custody (for the child benefits) so social services released him to his stepfather, leaving the poor boy at his mercy. When Gary gets out of prison would they make him go back to him?! The car pulled up in front of a respectable looking bungalow, Billy realised they were in the middle class part of town. There was a wheelchair ramp leading to the front door. “Mr and Mrs Summers have taken care of lots of disabled children,” Claire explained as she led him up the ramp and rang the doorbell. The door opened a few moments later to reveal a mature woman, who looked to be in her fifties. “Oh, you must be Billy,” she said warmly, taking his hand and leading him indoors. “Nice to meet you Mrs Summers,” Billy responded, politely and shyly. “None of that formal nonsense,” she replied, “you can call me Auntie May.” “I’ve got to get on,” said Claire, “I’ll come back in a couple of weeks to check that Billy’s settling in OK.” “You can’t stop for a cup of tea?” asked Auntie May. “I wish I could,” replied Claire, turning to walk back towards her car “But I’ve got so much to do today. Bye bye Billy!” Auntie May waved her goodbye before shutting the door. “Right then! First things first, how’s that nappy of yours looking?” she asked, but did not wait for an answer and slid down his sweatpants anyway and felt his crotch. “Soaking wet,” she declared, “and you look like you could do with a good scrub, so we’ll pop you in the bath before we get you into a nice clean nappy, OK?” “I had a shower this morning,” mumbled Billy. “Well they’re very busy in those hospitals, I’m sure they didn’t have enough time to give you decent showers while you were there,” said Auntie May, “I’ll run you a nice bath, and you can have some bubbles too! Doesn’t that sound lovely?” Billy did have to admit, it was a nice bubble bath. He couldn’t remember that last time he’s had such a relaxing bath. Auntie May gave him a good scrub down and washed his hair. She then removed his pubic hair with some removal cream. “It’s very unhygienic to have hair down there when you wear nappies,” she said, “I can’t believe they didn’t do this at the hospital!” She also removed the hair from his legs and under his armpits, declaring him to be “all nice and clean and smooth”. She left him in the bath to have a nice soak while she went and put lunch in the oven. She returned with a pile of towels and some other supplies. The plug was pulled from the bath and she took Billy’s hand to help him get out. Billy felt horribly bare and cold now that all of his body hair was gone. Auntie May helped him dry off with a large towel, she then draped it around his shoulders to keep him warm before sitting him on the toilet. She picked up a pair of scissors and went for his blonde hair, Billy squirmed. “Stay still,” she said firmly, “you hair currently looks more like a birds nest than anything else!” When she was finished Billy was left with a neat, fluffy bowl cut that made him look about 6. “Much better,” said Auntie, “now we’d better get a nappy on you before you have an accident!” She unfolded a large plastic changing pad, which had a cutesy pattern of jungle animals, and gesture for him to lie down on it. Billy did as he was told, and found himself being liberally coated with baby lotion, followed by a generous sprinkling of baby powder, which made him smell like a baby. She picked up the three remaining towels, they were thick white and fluffy, and started to fold them. Billy quickly realised that these were nappies, the old fashioned kind that babies wore decades ago. Auntie folded two of them together, with the third one folded as a booster pad. The end result was a very thick mass of padding wrapped around his bottom and forcing his legs apart, blue capped nappy pins held it all snugly in place. Finally, a pair of blue plastic pants patterned with farm animals went over his bulky underwear, Auntie made sure every bit of terry towelling was tucked in. “Now, I don’t have any clothes to fit over your nappy yet,” she said, “I’m going to take your measurements later and make you some clothes myself. It’s a nightmare trying to find clothes in the shops that fit comfortably over your nappy. In the meantime, you can just wear a t shirt with your nappy, or…I might have something else that fits, that will cover your nappy. Would you prefer that?” Billy nodded. Auntie left the room and returned a few moments later with what appeared to be a t shirt; it was made of yellow towelling. “This was worn by one of the little boys I used to look after,” she said, pulling the garment over his head and guiding his arms through the sleeves, “he was in nappies too and was about your size.” Auntie knelt down, fumbling with the bottom of the t shirt. Billy felt the material brush against his thigh…this seemed very long to be a t shirt. Billy looked down in time to see that the “t shirt” also had legs attached to it, with fastenings in the crotch; the legs went only an inch past the crotch of his nappy. He was wearing a baby’s romper! The bottom half fitted tautly over his thick underwear, although the garment covered his nappy it did not hide the fact that he was wearing one; his whole bottom half bulged. He noticed there was an adorable looking lamb appliqued on the front. He did have to admit it was comfortable, the towelling material felt nice and soft and it kept his nappy firmly in place and stopped it slipping down. Finally, Auntie slipped a pair of fuzzy yellow socks on his feet and folded them down. “There we go then,” she said, “let’s go have some lunch!” He was served fish fingers, potato waffles and beans for his lunch, Auntie cut up his food for him. “Oops a daisy,” said Auntie, wiping away some bean sauce that missed his mouth before it dribbled onto his clothes, “you don’t want to get your nice clean clothes dirty! Perhaps you need a bib!” Billy though she was joking for a moment…until she opened a drawer and pulled out a large plastic bib, it had a pattern of little lambs matching his romper and a pocket to catch bits of food. Auntie tied the bib around his neck, Billy felt a wave of humiliation of being put into yet another babyish garment and a stream of pee escaped into his thirsty nappies. He ate the rest of his food as carefully as possible, in an effort to prove he didn’t really need the bib. Sadly his co-ordination had taken a blow since the accident and his bib was covered in bean sauce and blackcurrant squash by the time he’d finished eating. Perhaps Billy needed it after all. After lunch Auntie took his measurements so she could get started on his new clothes right away. She was a skilled seamstress, and made children’s clothes to sell online. “You must be feeling a little tired now,” said Auntie, refastening him into his romper, “I think you should take a little nap.” “I’m not tired,” mumbled Billy. “Well, you look it to me,” she replied, taking his hand, “come on then” She walked him down the hall and ushered him into a very colourfully decorated bedroom. The walls were yellow with a wallpaper border featuring the characters from The Tweenies. A large built in closet took up most of one wall and a single bed occupied the opposite wall, the bed had Tweenies bedding to match the wallpaper and a child’s safety rail attached. A long shelf ran across another wall holding various cute cuddly toys and a three large storage tubs were stacked in one corner, each one filled to the brim with toys. Auntie led him by the hand over to the bed and lifted him onto it; Billy led down while Auntie secured the safety rail into place and covered him with a Mickey Mouse patterned fleece blanket. “Sweet dreams Billy,” she said softly, pausing to draw the curtains on her way out of the room. Billy awoke about two hours later to a saturated nappy. He debated getting up and asking Auntie to change him, but wondered if she would be angry at him for getting out of bed during nap time. Auntie didn’t seem the quick to anger type like some of his previous foster parents; she was firm, yet very kind and caring. Nevertheless, Billy decided to play it safe and wait for her to come back. He shifted about trying to get comfortable, which was very difficult in such a thick and soaking nappy. Auntie came in around fifteen minutes later; in that time Billy had done a number two in his nappy. He was disgusted with himself for not being able to control his poos and hated the warm sticky sensation. He was used to being stuck in pooey nappies; the nurses couldn’t always change him right away on the busy ward, where there were half a dozen other boys in nappies. Auntie could smell it as soon as she entered the room. “Phooey,” she exclaimed opening a window, “I think we’d better get you cleaned up hadn’t we?” She had him lying on the changing pad once again while she undid his romper. “Oh dear,” she said, noticing that a little bit of his poo had leaked onto the romper. She slid the romper over his head, careful not to get any of the poo on him as she did so, followed by his socks and the poo stained plastic pants. The inside of his nappy was a mess; it took ages to clean him up, with poor Billy getting more and more mortified by the minute. He was relieved when she had finished and began applying the lotion and powder. Finally Billy was pinned into fresh, thick nappies. Auntie went over to the dresser and pulled out some fresh plastic pants and a clean romper. The plastic pants were yellow with a pattern of bunny rabbits and the romper was made of pastel blue towelling and had a white bunny rabbit appliqued on the front. After she had dressed him she replaced his fluffy yellow socks. Auntie let him do what he wanted after that, Billy decided to take a little look at what was in the toy boxes. There was a mixed selection, with everything from baby toys, to Legos, to superhero action figures to baby dolls. “It looks like Uncle Dave will be working late tonight,” said Auntie when she brought in some squash for him, “you’ll meet him in the morning if you’re up before he leaves for work.” Billy took the cup; it was a toddler’s beaker cup with a lid. Billy went to unscrew the top but was immediately stopped by Auntie. “If you want a big boy cup you have to sit at the table,” she said, “I don’t want any spillages around the house.” Billy sucked the juice out of the toddler cup obediently, he immediately started peeing as soon as he finished. Great, he was now like one of those wetting baby dolls! Billy found a Bart Simpson puzzle and busied himself with that. It was only a 100-piece puzzle, something he would have found easy pre-accident, now he struggled quite a bit with it and hadn’t completed it when Auntie came in and told him it was bed time. The clock on the wall said it was only 6:30 and the sun was still up. “You’ve had a big day and you need your sleep,” said Auntie firmly when he protested, “You can leave your puzzle out and finish it tomorrow.” She ignored any further pleadings, Billy realised his complaints were futile. Auntie took out some fresh terry towelling nappies and plastic pants and Billy once again lay down on the changing pad. His night time nappies were quite a bit thicker than the ones he’d been wearing and Auntie used four layers for the ultimate protection. Walking was a near impossible feat for him now. Auntie removed his romper and replaced it with a plain white baby vest, the kind that stretches over the crotch and has poppers. Auntie had to turn him onto his tummy to fasten him in, as they were located at the back, totally out of reach of naughty fingers. It would be impossible for Billy to remove it himself. His bedtime attire was completed with a pair of peach coloured fleecy booties. After brushing his teeth Auntie tucked him into bed and drew the curtains. “I’ll be back in a moment,” she said leaving the room, “I’m going to make you some nice warm milk to help you sleep.” She returned minutes later with a clean bib and a baby’s bottle full of milk. The bib, which sported a picture of Peter Rabbit, was fastened around his neck. Auntie went to slide the teat of the bottle into his mouth, but Billy tried to refuse it. “Come on now,” she said firmly, “drink up your night-night milk like a good boy!” She kept pressing the teat against his firmly sealed lips until he finally gave in. She held the bottle in his mouth until every last drop was gone. She tucked him in and ruffled his hair before leaving the room, forgetting to remove his bib. Billy slowly drifted off, despite the daylight still shining through the crack in the curtains and the sounds of children still out playing.

Pamper pride : A rough guide to the diaper dimension. By Lucy Catherine schoon. 2010 was when the last Hadron collider first started smashing atoms. At the time people on the internet was, rightly or wrongly, fearful of the imagined repercussions of the fete. Whilst this publication cannot make connections between this event, and the myriad of otherworldly dimensions that have seemingly sprung up in the last decade. Other theories on the subject include, an natural atmospheric phenomenon cases by climate change, a once in a millennial natural occurrence, and a sign of an imminent biblical end of days. Whatever the reason, the barriers between our world and other dimension are become weakened leading to relatively safe passage between dimensions. This travel guide was written with the following things in mind. 1: whilst we have discovered numerous dimensions in the past ten years, there are eleven according to string theory, our focus is entirely on the amazonian universe the American tabloids have crudely named the "diaper dimension". 2: this guide is aimed at willing "littles", in order to given them the best chance of finding a loving, caring, Amazon. It does not endorse any incidents of "enforced babyhood". 3: the publishers of this guide have no political affiliations. But whilst we are neither or against "little rights", this has be written to give our readers the best quality of life. 4: this is a British publication, aimed at UK resident. Plenty of similar tomes have been written In the US and other countires. In the past decade there have been countless incidents of transdimensional rifts or portals. And least two dozen in the UK alone. Everyone knows the names of the most publicised locations. Ludite circus, bloom street, the land of green ginger, pottage pease, wookie hole... Amongst the best know portal locations. Each easily accessible to the average little. Chapter one: What is an amazon? The Amazon dimensions is quite quandry. And to many of a religious persuasion almost evidence of intelligent design. As a willing little it would be very tempting to believe that. After all it is a world almost made for us, where we can babied to our hearts content. In order to understand why the Amazon dimension would seem like seem like Such a good place for a little, it's important to ask the question. What is an amazon. The Amazon world is a world very much like ours, but very different too. Amazon earth is much larger then our version. It's living beings are much the same as ours, but have evolved be much bigger. On average, an adult human Amazon is some where between 8" and 12" tall. There planet has a much stronger gravity that not only makes it harder for anyone from our dimensions to walk or even stand, but also has a greater pressure on our internal organs. Most notably the bladder and bowles. They are also longer lived then 'normal' humans, living to an average 50 years more then we do here. Female Amazon's are slightly different from female counterparts on our 'planet', there breast produce milk for most of their adult life. Amazon breast milk has the following noticeable differences.... A) it has mild narcotic quality to people from our dimensions, which is both relaxing and addictive. it has an strong laxative quality to people from our dimension. C) it has a much higher quantity of female hormones. Leading to softer skin and hair loss in littles. Most notably body hairs. Although there's is little evidence for this, it's been said that there has been complete male to Female sex changes in little who have excessively suckle amazonian breast milk. But that was in very rare circumstances. Chapter two: so, you want to be babied??? Charles moulton masters, was an early proto femenist, inventor of a component on the lie detector, and the creator of wonder woman. Masters had a theory he called 'loving submission'. Basically put, It was the theory that person could gain strength from choosing to put themselves in a position of weakness. This is very important to remember if you decide to look for an Amazonian care giver. Once you make your choice, it is usually for life. So when giving yourself over to an amazon, you must look for ways to stack the deck in your favour. Chosing an amazon you have an emotional bond with is one thing, rather like being in "love" in this dimension. But a careless choice may land you with someone who is abusive. It also cannot harm to find a caregiver who is in a better financial position then you would have been in this realm. Chapter three: crossing the void. Amazon's in the UK. As previously mentioned, in the past ten years, numerous portals have opened up across the globe. There are at least 8 "offical" crossing points i this country at time of oing to press, an dozens of rifts that have yet to be officially verified by the Ministery of voids. At this point I cannot stress enough how important it is cross the over to the amazonian world from an offical portal. Not only is there the matter of customs to concider, but there are many other dimensional rifts. Some of which lead to places where the rules of science aren't the same as here or the amazonian dimension. When the first drone was sent into the amazonian dimension, diplomacy was fragile to say the least. Many diplomats did not return. Since have improved in the past few years, though. A basic treaty has been put in place. And little who are in tour groups are, mostly, safe from abduction. Although it you don't want babying it is important to remember, no matter what happens. NEVER leave an organised tour group. On the immediate other side of every portal, by interdimensional law, is the joint safty area. Known as the "white zone". Whilst lots of Amazon's sell their products to littles in this area, they are forbidden to make 'adoptions ' here. It is also forbidden to tag littles, or sell 'infantile' products. If you want to be adopted, you will have to move beyond the white zone and into the world beyond. A smart option is to buy an Amazonian phone, many of which are available from the white zone. One of the most surprising companies to move into the telecommunication sector in recent years is fisher-price. They are the premier manufactures of amazonian phones small enough for littles to use. Many littles have been rather dismissive of the Fisher-price moble, calling it "incredibly patronising" . They are quite chunky, with big red and yellow plasticy buttons, and very limited functionality. But for the little wanting adoption they are invaluable. One built in app on the phone is the mother finding app, kinder. Kinder allows the user to set up a profile that can be seen by prospective parents. Giving the user a modicum of control. It's important for any little to be aware of the effects the dimension are having on their body, as soon as they cross the threshold. It will be hard to walk, and it's recommended that little s use the electic buggys freely available from the white zone. Gravity will also be weakening their bladders. Some kind of protective undergrament is essental. It is illegal to buy nappies from the white zone. Shops selling 'baby care' are a common site just out side of the white zone, but a cruising sites for Amazon's looking for adoption. They cannot necessarily be trusted. A sensible plan is to bring a reasonable supply of nappies with you before entering the void. chapter four: how to make adoption safe. Assuming you don't feel like using the Kinder app, then you need a plan to make adoption as safe a possible. Just strolling out, letting yourself get picked up by the first willing Amazon has lead to a fair share of horror stories. So a game plan is important. Every white zone had a multimedia area, equipped with internet ready computers. It really is worth taking your time to do your research on the area into which you crossed. Which districts of town are the most affluent? Where are the best daycare? It's important to makes plans to get to these places. The better the area, the less likely to find a cruel or abusive little. Chapter five: preparing for adoption day. On the day you choose to get adopted, getting up early is a must. Pack a bag with plenty of fresh nappies, and lots to drink. Infantile clothing with help to sell yourself. Every white zone is connected to the city by a monorail system. Easily the quickest way around your chosen city. Getting up early, preferably before 5:00 will help you beat the rush hour. The monorails are practically deserted first thing in the morning. Make sure you get on the correct train. Avoid any "rough" areas a possible. Aim to get to your chosen destination for the school rush. Make note of all the schools and playgrounds in area. This is your cruising ground. Remember the better the area, the better the amazon. Find a discreet place indeed you need to change yourself before you get picked up. Although, hopefully, that's something you'll never have to bother with ever again. This rough guide, is hopefully a practically and safe path to an ultimately loving and fulfilling relationship with a lovely Amazon caregiver. And may your journey though the diaper dimension be a sucessful one.

*hugs hope your day gets bettertoo*

On rare occasions when I wake I just do the same. Usually I am only half awake.

As Daenerys sashayed her way through the quiet alleyways of the city torn by civil war, she savored the unusually mild air of the lowland delta. Here, where the river Rhoyne passed through the free city, life could be found in abundance: ivy grew up the walls of the canal, spreading through the cracks in the stone, and weeds sprouted between every gap in the cobblestone streets. "I hear," Dany began as she glanced to the red priestess who acted as her sole escort, "that, in cities this large, you're never more than a few paces from a rat." "I don't think the rats are quite so plentiful here," Kinvara corrected as she touched the ruby of her choker. For a moment, it shone like the sun; then, the glow subsided. "They are, however, rather large, even for sewer rats." The dragon queen shivered when she remembered the insects and the rodents of Meereen as they spread the bloody flux like wildfire. During the siege of her eastern seat of power, this flux had brought not only the Great Masters to their knees, but also the Tiger Cloaks of Volantis, the mercenary groups involved with each power, and even the legendary Unsullied. Then, she remembered the water-sickness: thirst and hunger had threatened to prematurely end Dany's reign as she helplessly shat, and bled, and shat some more. The Great Grass Sea, weakened by an extensive drought, had drunk it all as thirstily as if it was rain. If only I'd had a nappy, she reflected, I might not have soiled my clothes by the time I was found. Of course, the distinction was a bit arbitrary: after all, it was still, at the end of the day, a pair of smallclothes. If it wasn't for the thickness and absorbency of the Volantene cotton that even now rubbed against her femininity, it would be rather useless. It's just as well, she reasoned to herself as she glanced over the abandoned market stalls in the center of the city. A nappy without cotton would be a bit like a cat without claws or a dragon without... Well, I suppose you couldn't take any one tool from a dragon and be able to call it useless, could you? "We must now exercise the utmost caution," warned Kinvara. "Beyond this courtyard, the territory belongs to the New Triarchy. Are you sure you don't want to cover your nappy? It could be taken as a sign of support for the Crown Prince." "I do support the Crown Prince," stated Daenerys simply as she fawned defensively over her padded state, "and if a garment is enough to dissuade the New Triarchy from a compromise, then I would consider them an undesirable ally." Besides that, I don't want to cover it. Some part of me wants them to see. Naturally, she decided not to voice that bit of reasoning. "As you wish, Your Grace." With that, the two women stepped gingerly past the invisible line of claimed territory and proceeded toward the site of the dragon queen's second diplomatic meeting. When the red priestess led the silver monarch to the shoddy doors of a shuttered brothel, Dany grew ill-at-ease. This meeting is a mistake, she suspected before it even began, but the name of Daenerys Targaryen must be associated with the desire for peace. Elsewise, those Westerosi monsters were right to slip six inches of steel between my ribs. Kinvara rapped her knuckles on the light wood. They received only silence in return. Some uncomfortable amount of time was spent shuffling around impatiently before Kinvara knocked again. This time, after just a few seconds, the door swung open to reveal no fewer than a dozen armed guards. With brutish haste, they ushered the ladies into the domain of the New Triarchy. The air inside was somehow more dank and offensive than that of the humid city. From wall to wall stood gruff middle-aged men with pale skin and sagging jowls. One particularly portly individual - a man with quivering rolls - jostled and heaved his way to the two women. With every step, his breath grew more labored; by the time he had crossed the decently-sized room, he was huffing and puffing so desperately that Dany feared his heart might give out then and there. When she heard his voice, thick and rumbling like water passing through gravel, she felt her heart began to beat faster and her gut begin to rumble. Nervousness coursed through the dragon queen like lightning, setting her alight with a mixture disgust and terror. "I've been waiting for you," began the heaving mass of flesh, "for a very, very, very long time." "You and a thousand thousand others," came the measured voice of Daenerys Targaryen. "What can you offer me?" "Offer you?" A wicked grin crept across his jowls, setting fire to Dany's bowels, and for a moment the queen was forced to clench herself shut in hopes of avoiding such an untimely voiding. "You come to me," grumbled the giant man, "in the costume of my opponent." Before he could continue, he had to suck all the oxygen out of the air. "You ask me," he belabored, "to offer something to you. But for what in return? Good will and niceties?" If the gods are real, then the other two triarchs will show up and be more reasonable. Alas, no such luck came; instead, as she was forced to stare into the face of this man, the whole of her body revolted against her and told her to flee. I must pursue peace, she told herself. I must be a good queen - even if it means consorting with degenerates, I must, and so I will. "If I support the claim of the New Triarchy over the claim of the Crown Prince," Dany began as she struggled to meet the man's eyes, "then what? Volantis goes back to aiding slavers and subverting my rule?" A wretched cackle crawled from the depths of the nasty man's throat. "Volantis will rule itself regardless of who you support," he declared between short, rattling breaths. "But I am a generous man with sway over his countrymen. So, if I wish it, you will never leave this city." "However," he qualified, "I could give you ships." "At what cost?" The desire with which he ogled Dany filled her with spite. For a long moment, as he looked her up and down, nodding and grinning from ear to ear, she felt her blood begin to boil. "Fulfill my wishes and my fetishes," offered the fat man, "and I will fulfill yours. The deal is simple." That's it, decided the dragon queen with surging fury. Peace is a dream for the foolish and the weak. Fire and Blood it shall be. The answer Daenerys Targaryen gave the abhorrent triarch was simple and clear. She closed her eyes, ignoring the question altogether, and sought the relief she so desperately needed. Suddenly, the seat of her nappy bulged outward. The solid, heavy mass expanded rapidly as Dany excreted it in front of the triarch and his dozen guardsmen. Ecstasy washed over her as she pushed. The breathtaking log smashed against the wall of padding only to spread from between her thighs to the very top of the nappy's backside. For a moment, as she struggled to control the soiling, she feared it might overflow or creep up her back. Luckily enough for her, the nappy did its job; when at last the massive load was pushed out, she felt a flood of hot liquid. Piss bubbled and hissed as it flowed like the river Rhoyne between her tingling lips. Ever-downward the nappy sagged as it swelled, bulged, and threatened to leak on the brothel floor. When the dragon queen opened her eyes once more, she witnessed stupefaction written on the faces of thirteen men. Then, she noticed the concern written on Kinvara's. Before the self-styled triarch could act - or, rather, bellow for his guardsmen to act - Kinvara had seized Dany's wrist and pulled her from the brothel. Daenerys's heart pounded in her ears as she fled, her nappy's contents swishing and sloshing around with each and every footfall. She dared not falter until at last they passed the first line of the Crown Prince's hidden guardsmen. "Oh, goodness, Kinvara," laughed the winded monarch, "you're going to be the one to change this nappy, too, aren't you?" The red priestess caught her breath, sighed, and rubbed her temples. "Of course, Your Grace," came her patient answer. "Perhaps we could arrange that sooner rather than later." Part of Dany wanted never to be parted from her full, warm, sagging nappy. Another part of her winced at the smell as it wafted up to her nostrils. The whole of her glowed with a deep-seated satisfaction at the little disaster she had wrought in the eyes of gods and men.

I don’t usually wet while asleep. The sensation of a full bladder awakens me. But when I get up, I wet myself uncontrollably before I get even half way to the bathroom. So I’ve learned that trying to get up is pointless. Also after getting up, it takes me at least a half hour or so to go back to sleep. So I just wet me diaper immediately and then can usually go back to sleep almost immediately.

Loved the update, can’t wait for more. And I do hope that your day goes better today.

Leaks happen to the best of us. I wet heavily or maybe several times during the night. I don't know as I always sleep through the wettest of nights. I wear tena maxi slips held in place with net fixing pants with a pair of incco pants over them and a two pairs of water proof pants. One plastic and the top layer nylon. Even with this combination my bed often gets wet but I no longer care. I place a washable pad under my sheet which is a flanelette one. This way the bed stays warm and comfortable even when wet,.

My wife sometimes wets in her sleep due to the deep sleep induced by her strong pain killers. Being a nightly bedwetter myself I don't see it as a problem

No kid is ever tired when asked...lol

Well done. I can't wait to see where the story with Ella goes.

I was more interested in the pee aspect of it, so when I was old enough to clean it up and hide it I did. I began using makeshift diapers out of shopping bags and trash bags when I was quite young and peeing in them. Fast forward 30 years and I now use catheters and diapers for some more realistic experiences.

That's a little surprising, because I would think infant formula to be a fairly common liquid, and they would know that opening it would ruin it. Depending on the age of the infant, that's just not an option. Norwegian TSA checked my carry on fairly thoroughly when I forgot to take my eye drops out of my shaving kit, but as long as I take everything that could flag out- I have had no issues. Generally I've found TSA agents to be the typical working stiffs. They see thousands of passengers each day, and while we get to escape the chaos- they live it all day long. I'd say it's best to just keep your head down and scuttle through. Follow their directions (within reason), and assume positive intent. As far as diapers on adults- that's not even a blip on the WTF file. http://mentalfloss.com/article/569337/strange-items-tsa-found-2018 , here is list of strange items (most of which are just stupid) found by TSA. No where does it mention diapers, although I might need one after seeing the python in the hard drive.

I hope it’s gets better my friend !!

So I've been a CG/Daddy for going on 2 years now to several different Littles around the globe, but I've never actually met any of them. Well that changes tomorrow! Autumn is coming to stay with me!!!!! I'll spare you the details as to why, but she's gonna be staying with me and my parents for at least a few days. Yes, I said parents. No it won't be THAT weird (hopefully). Autumn is more like a little sister to me rather than the more traditional Daddy/Baby dynamic. So I doubt there will be any diapering or bottle feeding lol. But I'll finally get to hug her and watch our shows together on the same couch and play video games and just... be together. I'm so excited I could scream! ♡

Beautiful awoke she told me her stomach hurt. I didn't think much about it. I had to go into work to sign checks for payday. That was done l stopped off at the nearest Chicken Shop I got the works Coleslaw, Mashed Potatos and Gravy, got Mac and Cheese. Biscuits. Yes fried chicken as well. I arrived home and as I came in I yelled "I got lunch!" No answer, "I got lunch." I said again. Still no answer. I put the lunch on the table. I went looking for Beautiful. I found her he was still in bed, I touched her hand. It was hot! Hotter than normal. I shook her, she looked up and said "I feel terrible!" She was gone again. I lifted her and carried her to my truck. I drove the 4 miles to the hospital. I parked in the drop off zone and took her in. They brought me a wheelchair and I put her in it. They checked her in and they took her to triage. Her temp was 103.1 her Blood Pressure was low. They put her on the fast track she was back in a room in Emergency very quickly. They started poking and prodding. They hit her abdomen on her right side she moaned and screamed. "Do you know when she last had a bowel movement?" "I have no idea?" "What's with the adult briefs? The Doctor asked? "She is incontinent I said." "Thought it was somehing like that he turned to a nurse, you might want to put that in her records." "Already done," said the nurse. "I want a CT Scan said the Doctor, Contrast Dye used! Sir I think your wife's appendix is acting up. I think she will probably need surgery." "Whatever it takes to get her feeling better." I said. They took her back and I was told it was for a Cat scan. They never brought her back. The Doctor said, "Your wife's appendix is at 22mm anything above 11mm surgery is recomended. We took her straight to the Operating Room on the Second Floor. There is a waiting room for Family of those getting surgery. There is a board that tells where they are in the surgery process your family is.I took the elevator to the 2nd floor. Arrows pointing where the waiting room was I got there and saw J. Gordon. That was Beautiful the board said Pre Op. She wasnt being cut open yet. I sat there the TV was talking about a shooting, the news report said the victim was taken to an area hospital in critical condition. I wondered which one. That was until a Doctor and about 4 police officers came and talked to a lady who started crying and her legs gave out underneath her, two of the cops held her up from collapsing. I'm no rocket scientist but I knew the victim hadn't made it. I knew which hospital he had came to now. I had about 3 cups of coffee the board said J. Gordon Surgery. It still said that 45 minute later. I was looking when it changed to J. Gordon Post Op. She was done with surgery. The Doctor came in he called my name "Edward Gordon!" "Your wife is out of surgery, as we got in there and we were starting to cut out her appendix it disintergrated as soon as we touched it. We had to clean her out as it filled her with puss and infection. We cleaned her out the best we could. Hopefully it won't cause any infections we will have to go back in and deal with that if it happens. I was allowed to spend the night with Beautiful.

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The front of the diaper was pulled up and over Jackson’s crotch and he felt it’s bulkiness forcing his thighs apart. The tapes were stuck to the front of the diaper and Jackson once again felt the tight hug of a fresh diaper. Jackson was stripped naked and then had a baby blue shirt pulled over his head. He started worrying about what exactly was happening next when he suddenly felt a pacifier forced into his mouth with a leather strap going around the back of his head. Jackson reached up to pull the pacifier out but once it was securely buckled it was impossible to remove. Two of the doctors pulled Jackson’s hands away and placed them into new and thicker mittens which rendered his fingers almost useless. “Don’t struggle.” Dr. Carter said as the alarm in Jackson’s eyes intensified, “You’re going home.” Those three magic words were enough to make Jackson compliant. If he had to undergo some final embarrassments it would be worth it to go home, he tried to swallow his fears but it was difficult when he had no idea what was going on. All Jackson’s efforts of remaining calm were tested when he saw a large stroller being wheeled around the car. He stared at the push chair with wide eyes but couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, it must be originally designed for people with special needs because the stroller was easily big enough for him. The scientists must’ve noticed the distress Jackson was suffering because two of them put their hands on his shoulder and held him in place. Jackson tried to pull himself free but it was a hopeless task. He watched the stroller stop in front of the open car door and Jackson stared at it with apprehension. Jackson was pulled out of the back of the car and dumped heavily into the stroller. He didn’t get a chance to try and get up before hands were pushing him back against the seat. Jackson shook his head and made grunting noises around the pacifier sitting in his mouth but it was impossible to resist. The straps on the chair were brought around and slowly Jackson was secured to the wheeled chair. First it was Jackson’s ankles that were tied down and then his wrists soon followed. There was nothing left for Jackson to do, he was helplessly trapped and the straps going across his waist and chest were a formality. He felt like a statue unable to move any part of his body below the neck. He tried to shout but the pacifier successfully muffled any sound he tried to make. Jackson looked around nervously as he watched scientists and guards start packing up their things. A lot of them were putting the equipment they had brought back into their cars whilst Jackson was left alone in the stroller. He tried to pull forwards with the hope of loosening or breaking the straps holding him down but it was a forlorn hope, he couldn’t move at all. The cars drove away leaving Jackson in the stroller. For a few seconds he thought he had been left there all alone since he couldn’t see behind him, it was only when he heard footsteps that he knew at least one person was with him. “Alright Jackson…” Dr. Carter’s voice said from behind the stroller, “Let’s get you home to mommy and daddy.” Jackson felt very conflicting feelings as he felt the stroller start to move. He was grateful that he could go home but turning up in this embarrassing attire would be difficult to explain. He would be so embarrassed turning up in front of his parents like this but he was completely out of control of the situation. It was like being stuck in a rollercoaster mid-ride and all he could do was follow the tracks until the end. Jackson’s eyes seemed to be permanently wide open as he was pushed out of the secluded area he had been in this whole time and into the main park area. He looked around and saw dozens of people playing sports or picnicking all over the grassy area, no one seemed to have noticed him yet as he was pushed through. Jackson tried to close his legs together to do something to hide his diaper but it was impossible, his ankles were strapped to different sides of the push chair and he couldn’t close his knees. The stroller was pushed across the grass and kept away from most of the people but it was impossible to avoid everyone. Jackson saw a couple of twenty-something adults sitting on a blanket, he watched as the male looked away from the woman and saw the stroller causing him to do a huge double take. Jackson felt his cheeks flushing with blood as he saw the man getting the woman to look as well. They were about ten feet away and their laughter caused Jackson to writhe as much as he could in the stroller. It seemed to start an avalanche as more and more people noticed the strangely large stroller. Jackson felt his eyes tearing up as he saw people pulling out their phones and taking pictures, he wanted to hide his face but his wrists were tied down making it impossible. The stroller was pushed through the park without stopping and with jeers ringing in Jackson’s ears he was pushed on to the main road. These were all streets he recognised, despite his utter humiliation he felt a slight raising of his spirits as he was wheeled towards home. He wished he could speak, he would’ve loved to have been able to beg Dr. Carter to let him get his adult clothes back. “Jackson? What the fuck!?” A familiar voice brought Jackson crashing back into the here and now. Jackson looked up and saw his best friend, Mark, standing in his suit waiting for a bus. The man Jackson had known since elementary school had been a straight-A student and had no trouble getting a job. He was now staring at Jackson as if he had seen a ghost. “This a friend of yours?” Dr. Carter leaned around the stroller to speak to Jackson. “What the Hell is going on!?” Mark exclaimed as he looked Jackson up and down, “Is that a… diaper?” Jackson’s tears could no longer be contained and his cheeks were soon streaked by wet trails. He couldn’t say anything or do anything, all he could do was look shamefully away as he shifted slightly causing his diaper to loudly crinkle. “Jackson agreed to volunteer and help us with some research.” Dr. Carter helpfully stepped in to say. “He agreed?” Mark looked at the situation disbelievingly, “He wanted you to do all this?” “He did indeed.” Dr. Carter said with a sage nod, “I’m just taking him home now. I’m sure you’ll be able to visit and hear his story soon.” Jackson wanted to try and explain. He didn’t know what he could say or do to make this seem normal but he wanted to try something. He was left frustrated as Dr. Carter started pushing the stroller past Mark. Jackson banged his head against the back of the push chair in despair, he couldn’t see behind his seat but he knew that his best friend would be staring at him. Jackson was pulled out of his daydreaming by the sound of car horns. He lowered his head to see people pointing as they drove past, some were rolling down their windows and shouting things. Jackson felt like there was a giant arrow above his head telling everyone where they should direct their laughter. Dr. Carter seemed unperturbed by the attention they were getting as he pushed Jackson further down the road. When Jackson saw a signpost for the street he lived on he felt his heart skip a beat. It was hard to believe that after everything he had been through he was about to be dropped off at home. He would finally be free of this infantile nightmare and he could move on with his life. Being seen like this by his parents would be hard but it would be worth it to get out of this. Jackson was wheeled down the street and as he looked from side to side he saw curtains twitching. He knew his neighbours were nosy and now he was sure he would be the gossip for everyone. Even worse than the people in their homes were the people out on the sidewalks. These were people Jackson had known for years and now they were laughing, whispering and outright shouting at him. He felt so humiliated that he planned to move away from this town as soon as he possibly could, he couldn’t stay here with all these people seeing him like this. Finally Jackson’s stroller was stopped in front of his house. He could barely contain the huge mixture of emotions that was threatening to overwhelm him, he could hear the television through the front window and the comforting sounds of home that seemed so foreign after his time away. He wanted to renew his begging but the paci-gag made sure any and all words simply came out as nonsensical grunts. Tears started rolling down Jackson’s face as he contemplated how he was about to be found. The doorbell was rung by Dr. Carter which caused Jackson to jump. A combination of his nerves, anticipation and the shock of the sudden noise combined to force Jackson’s bladder to release. He gasped around the bulb filling his mouth as he felt a warm wetness spreading over his crotch and down into the seat of his diaper. Jackson looked down and could see the discolouring on the outside of the diaper spreading as it soaked in his urine, the decorative moons and stars began to fade away just to make it even more obvious. Footsteps approached the front door and Jackson barely allowed himself to breathe as the moment of truth grew closer. The door opened up and Jackson froze solid as both his parents appeared before him. Silence overwhelmed everyone but Jackson noticed, rather strangely, that his parents didn’t seem as shocked as he thought they should’ve been. He frowned and reached out with his arms hoping they would release him from this nightmare. “You are Jackson’s parents?” Dr. Carter asked. “That’s right.” Jackson’s father replied, “And you’re Dr. Carter.” Jackson saw that his mother was staring at him but her face was unreadable. After a couple of seconds Jackson watched his father walk forwards out of the front door and into the driveway, his mother followed him but stopped when she was stood right in front of her son. Jackson watched in horror as she bent down in front of him and squeezed his wet padding, the diaper was pushed against Jackson’s body as little droplets of urine ran down his skin. If Jackson could speak he would ask what the hell was happening but he could only sit there as his parents walked out as if they had been expecting this. “I would hardly have believed it if I wasn’t seeing it with my own eyes.” Jackson’s mother muttered as she stood up again. Jackson was beyond confused. He didn’t understand how he was still sitting in this push chair when his parents were right there in front of him. He tried to talk but the pacifier blocked any hope of that happening, his panic had already been sky high but now he felt like he was having trouble breathing as the world started spinning before him. “So you’ve got all the supplies?” Dr. Carter asked, “We sent it all out yesterday and I trust there wasn’t any issues?” “No problems at all.” Jackson couldn’t see his father who was now stood behind the stroller but he could certainly hear him, “Diapers, wipes, powder, everything we could need.” “And the equipment?” Dr. Carter asked. “All set up with the help of your men.” Jackson’s mother was talking this time, “No problems there it’s just, well, it’s going to be difficult to adapt.” “I know but you’ll see this is all for the best.” Dr. Carter’s voice replied, “Let me show you the agreement that Jackson signed.” Jackson heard everything go quiet except for the turning of paper. He was still having trouble with his breath and it felt like he was outside of his own body, he didn’t feel in control of anything that was happening. “Right, well, he needs a change.” Jackson’s mother said rather hesitantly, “I didn’t think I’d still be having to do this but…” That was the last thing Jackson heard. Hearing his mother talk about changing his diaper was too much for the panic stricken man and before he even realised what was happening his world went blank and he passed out against his restraints. --- “Jackson! It’s time for breakfast!” Jackson’s eyes flew open and he sat up rapidly. It felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest as he looked around at the reassuringly familiar surroundings of his bedroom. He was extremely confused as he tried to work out what was happening. He scrambled suddenly to pull the covers off of himself, he was relieved to see that he was completely naked. There was no diaper to speak of. Jackson swung his legs of the side of his bed and rested his head in his hands. He could feel sweat all over himself and the sheets around him as he tried to focus his mind and work out what exactly had happened. The thing Jackson felt like he needed to wake himself up and recover from what seemed increasingly like a terrifying nightmare was a shower. He opened his bedroom door and almost expected Dr. Carter to be standing there waiting for him, he checked that the coast was clear before stepping out on to the landing completely naked. “Come on, Jackson!” Jackson’s mother was calling him down for breakfast. “I’m just going to have a shower.” Jackson called down in response. Jackson’s legs felt shaky as he walked into the bathroom and stepped straight into the shower. The warm water felt exquisite on his sweaty skin and he ended up just standing in the falling water for ten minutes with his eyes closed. If everything that had happened to him had been a dream it had certainly been a very vivid one, long too since it felt like several days had passed. If it had been anything other than a dream he surely wouldn’t have woken up like he had. Maybe this was still a dream as well, at this point Jackson couldn’t work out what was real and what was false. When Jackson finally pulled himself out of the shower and dried himself he felt much happier. After waking from the nightmare life seemed much sweeter, the smile just wouldn’t leave his face as he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked back to his bedroom. Jackson stretched as he walked across his room and to the chest of drawers next to his bed. He pulled on the handle to his underwear drawer and felt his blood freeze again. “No, no, no… This can’t be.” Jackson immediately felt a giant sob threatening to engulf him. Jackson slammed the drawer closed and frantically opened the one underneath it. He expected to see his usual shirts and pants packed in their haphazardly but what he actually saw was a bunch of childish shirts with cartoon designs, onesies and shorts. He backed away from the drawers feeling like he was about to explode, it was like his world was crumbling down around him. “Mom! Dad!” Jackson screamed as he hit the opposite wall to the drawers and slumped down on to his butt. Jackson heard chairs scraping against the kitchen floor and hurriedly coming upstairs. His anguished calling had clearly alarmed his parents who soon threw the door open and looked around inside. “What’s going on?” Jackson’s father said as he looked around the room frantically, “Jackson, are you OK?” “What the Hell is all that doing in my drawers?” Jackson tearfully shouted as he pointed to the children’s clothes and diapers that were hanging out the half-open drawers. “Your clothes?” Jackson’s mom replied as if it was a trick question. She walked across the room and pulled out one of the thick diaper which was casually tossed on the bed. “Those aren’t my clothes!” Jackson shouted. “Dr. Carter said the transition might be hard on him…” Jackson’s dad said to his mother who nodded sagely. “Dr. Carter?” Jackson had his worst suspicions violently confirmed as he heard the dreaded name. It hadn’t been a dream at all. “After you passed out yesterday we spoke with him at length.” Jackson’s mom said as she smiled at her son, “He helped us get up to speed and let us know what you agreed to.” “What do you-” Jackson started to ask before being interrupted. “It’s time to get dressed.” Jackson’s father said as he looked at his watch, “You’re old enough to diaper and dress yourself.” “No!” Jackson’s eyes bulged as he shook his head, “I won’t ever put another of those things on! Why would you want me to!?” “Maybe Dr. Carter was right.” Jackson’s mom said to Jackson’s dad, “Putting him in diapers and taking him out all the time is confusing for him. We should just keep him in them the whole time.” “Why do I need to wear them at all!?” Jackson exclaimed. “You need to be ready for the day ahead.” Jackson’s dad replied impatiently, “We don’t have time for this.” “What do you-” For the second time Jackson was cut off as he was forcibly lifted from the ground and over to a space in the middle the carpeted floor. Jackson tried to fight his dad off but it was impossible to stop him from doing what he wanted. As he thrashed around to try and get up he ended up accidentally kicking his mother causing her to curse and everyone in the room to stop moving. “Oh God, I’m sorry!” Jackson said quickly. “If you aren’t going to dress yourself we will have to do it for you.” Jackson’s dad said angrily, “Are you going to stop these pointless struggling before someone else gets hurt?” Jackson looked at his mom who was holding her shin. He could see tears in her eyes and he felt incredible shame that he had hurt the person who had raised them. He looked up to where his dad was looming over, with a deep shuddering breath Jackson nodded his head and relaxed his muscles. Jackson closed his eyes as he felt the towel being pulled from his waist. He blushed as he was left naked in front of his parents, this was even worse than being naked in front of strangers. Jackson could see that his dad wasn’t at all comfortable with doing this as he picked up a large diaper. The diaper was identical to the one Jackson had worn the previous day, the stars and moons almost seemed to mock him as he remembered how they had faded after wetting it the previous day. Jackson lifted his hips in the air as the padding was slipped underneath him and the lowered himself back down on top of it. It was a relief to have his genitals covered up but it only meant worse things were to come. “Just like when he was a baby.” Jackson’s mom smiled as she nostalgically remembered her son as an infant. Jackson felt the tapes get placed on the front of his diaper. After the briefest respite from these horrible diapers the young man was back in them and it felt like he had never left. All of the elation when he thought it had been a nightmare had turned to despondency. “Your father has nearly finished setting up the nursery.” Jackson’s mom said as she walked to the chest of drawers and began looking through clothes. “The… The…” Jackson stuttered as his brain struggled to process what he was hearing. “We’ve converted the spare bedroom.” Jackson’s father said as he stood up, “Dr. Carter provided us a lot of equipment free of charge.” Jackson slowly climbed to his feet with crinkles that seemed to echo around the room. He walked over to where his mom was standing and she pulled out a purple shirt. He was like a robot and with shock paralysing his brain he raised his hands up and allowed his mom to pull the shirt over his head. It was only once he was wearing it that he saw it had a big picture of a dinosaur from a children’s show, the words “I love you” were stencilled around the picture. Just as Jackson saw his mom turn back to the drawers he heard the doorbell ring. Everyone turned towards the exit of the room as Jackson instinctively tried to pull the shirt lower to cover his shame. “They’re here.” Jackson’s father said, “Come on.” Jackson felt his mom put her hands on his shoulders to guide him forwards towards the landing. Jackson felt his knees go weak as he tried to register what was happening. As soon as he started trying to stop his mom from pushing him he felt his father grab his wrist and start pulling him, it was very difficult to fight against his dad’s grip. “Where am I going!?” Jackson asked desperately as he was taken down the stairs, “Please, let me stay!” “This is for the best…” Jackson’s dad said with a small grunt as he pulled his son to the front door. Jackson watched reluctantly as the doors opened up. When he saw who was at the door he felt his stomach and heart drop, he just wanted to slump to the ground and cry. “Hello Jackson.” Dr. Carter was stood at the door flanked by two large guards. “Go away!” Jackson whined as he tried to pull away from his father, “Please…” “Dr. Carter says you were a good little volunteer for him and offered to give you more work.” Jackson’s father said, “He’s paying you as well. Well, the money is going straight into our joint account since you probably won’t need much money yourself.” “I won’t go!” Jackson yelled, “You can’t make me!” The large two guys walked in and quickly grabbed Jackson by the arms. He struggled uselessly as he was dragged out into the front garden. Jackson tried to reach out with his hands to his parents but they just stood in the doorway waving their son off as he travelled to “work.” “Help! Someone help!” Jackson screamed as he was dragged towards the waiting vehicles. Jackson couldn’t believe what was happening and he twisted his head from side to side where he could see some of his neighbours in their gardens. They were all looking at the spectacle as Jackson was dragged out of his house in just a purple shirt and his diaper. “Someone call the police!” Jackson yelled. Despite all of Jackson’s protestations and yells for help no one made any move to help him. The car got closer and closer without Jackson being able to do anything to stop it, no one wanted to help him and he belatedly broke out into long and loud sobs. The car door was already open and Jackson was shoved inside. He couldn’t understand why no one was helping him as he was pushed until he fell into the giant toddler car seat. He tried to pull himself out but the guards were on him like wild animals who quickly secured him into the seat. Jackson looked out the side window at where his parents were standing. He reached out but they were already turning away to go inside, they were leaving him to be taken back to the volunteering facility but this time his hope of things being back to normal at home had been taken away. “Let’s get to work!” Dr. Carter said cheerfully as he climbed into the front seat. As Jackson’s hope faded he let out a deep shuddering breath and felt the front of his diaper warming up. He didn’t even attempt to stem the flow as he let the urine pour into his infantile underwear. Dr. Carter saw this humiliating display and could only laugh to himself. “We have so much to test.” Dr. Carter said as the car pulled away from the curb, “And with your parents on board we can now do round the clock, twenty-four hour testing.” Jackson cried harder as the car drove him away from home and off to the hated facility. He didn’t know if or when this this horror would end but it suddenly seemed like it would be a long time until he could go back to a normal life.

For a minute I just stood in the hallway not knowing what to do as my mind just focused on the bulk between my legs and how my pants seemed to be struggling to contain said bulk. I came to my senses when I heard a door close down the long corridor. Frantically I looked left then right before spotting the elevator and I hurriedly toddled over to it rapidly pushing the button. As I looked down I looked back down the corridor to see a young couple walking towards me. With a “Ding!” the doors opened and I stepped in then frantically hitting the button for the ground floor and hitting the door close button. Just as they were within earshot the doors to the elevator slowly started to close and I could hear the guy call out “Hold the elevator!” I still just kept repeatedly hitting the door close button just catch a glimpse of their faces as the doors shut. I only breathed a sigh of relief when I felt the lurch of the elevator as it started to descend. My relief was short lived as only two floors down it came to a stop and the doors opened to reveal two very attractive coed who entered the elevator casually talking amongst each other. I just kept still and awkwardly tried to avoid their eye contact by just staring down at the floor. As one of the girls reached by me to push the button for the parkade where she seemed to hesitate and take in a deep breath before moving to the back of the elevator beside her friend. As we started to descend once more the whole time I still stayed looking down directly at my feet. I over heard her say to her friend “Something smells nice in here.” “Yeah it actually does.” Taking a few sniffs of the air she continued “kind of smells like my sisters baby.” “Oh my god that is it. I love that smell. Babies are just so adorable.” She replied. On hearing that my trembling hand lost its grip on my keys, phone and wallet all three of theming thudding as they hit the ground. I just closed my eye trying my hardest to not think about the fact that I smelled enough like a baby anyone even standing near me could smell it. Taking deep controlled breaths they did little to help prevent my face from feeling like it was growing flush. Their conversation stopped and they seemed to just stop. Time all but stopped for me as I stood paralyzed by embarrassment. For a moment I lost all control of my senses the world seemed to have turned into a blur and I could not hear a thing. The elevator coming to a stop on the ground floor I was brought back to consciousness and I heard the girl nearest to me call out “Hey buddy are you okay?” as she shook my arm. “Sorry I just seemed to black out for a second.” I meekly replied. Before swallowing my pride and bending over to pick everything up. My fear being just showing off a rather thickly padded rear to the women but as I stood up I felt the back of my shirt bunch up. Reaching around with my free hand I felt that the back of my shirt had lifted up and caught on the back of the diapers showing off my shameful garments. The door of the elevator just started to close so I quickly put my arm up to stop them and quickly made my exit. Not before I heard the voice of the girl who had shook my arm say loudly in a half state of disbelief “Was he wearing a diaper?” In unison both girls burst out laughing as the doors closed behind me. Taking another deep breath I just kept telling myself all I had to do was get home and this nightmare would be over. Looking out across the lobby of the apartment building I did not see anyone so felt a little more comfortable as I walked out the front doors. Unfortunately for me Wendy lived right downtown just off a major artsy commercial area and with it being Saturday afternoon the streets were packed. I knew it was ridiculous to think that anyone was paying me any attention at all but knowing the two girls in the elevator had noticed in all of the forty seconds we shared the space I could not help but think I had a huge sign pointing right at me flashing out “Diaper Boy.” I found an outcrop of her apartment building along the sidewalk where I could kind of just hide as I called for a cab. Waiting there my paranoia of people seemingly being focusing their attention on me grew again as the couple I had shut the elevator doors on walked past giving me a sideway glance before calling out. “Thanks a lot asshole!” I just hung my head shamefully. The cab could not come quick enough and when it did I just did my diaper waddle over to it and climbed in giving him the address of the hockey arena I played at last night just planning to pick up my truck then bar myself in my house for the rest of the weekend. Half way to the arena my phone rang with a text notification. “Did you make it home safely baby? Mommy already misses you.” Wendy, I shuddered if I ever saw her again it would be a moment too soon. The course of events from leaving home last night to play in a game seven championship finale along with the highs of winning that game, to the idiotic fun I had celebrating with the team after to the embarrassing lows of not only waking up in a diaper but spending the better part of the day in one not only wetting myself but also being seemingly unable to stop myself from being pleasured in them. What was going on with me. My phone rang out again and I looked down to see yet another message from Wendy. “Aww is my little baby being a little pouty diaper butt?” What was wrong with this girl she just never quit. The cab driver slowed as he pulled up in front of the arena. As I handed him some cash for the ride I was just about to open the door when I looked out into the parking lot. Standing there in a small group were about half the guys from my team, it just so happened they were all standing by my truck. Quickly I laid down in the back seat of the cab calling out to the driver “ uh I changed my mind” and quickly spouted out my home address finishing it off with an excited telling him “drive!” as he seemed to just be looking at me like I was crazy. He gave a casual shrug before putting the car into gear and we were back on the road again. My phone sounded again. Fuck Wendy stop messaging me I thought as I looked down at my phone. “Hey man was that just you who showed up in the cab? If you are ashamed of that girl you went home with last night we all already know.” It was Matty my D partner. How did they know? I saw my whole world flash before my eyes as if it was coming to an end. I typed back a quick reply “What do you mean?” “Potski said he saw you being helped into a taxi last night by some troll looking creature. Said she had to be at least two-fifty.” My panic subsided a bit after seeing his reply. They just saw me get in a cab with her and knew nothing else. At least something was going my way today. “Uh yeah I am just going to leave it a I don’t want to talk about it” “That good of a night hey. You know if she did something to you there is a number you can call.” “Ha ha very funny.” “Hey I am just looking out for my D partner, why did you take off without saying hi anyways? It’s not like the boys would have razzed you that bad. You should come back we are having a couple beers in the parking lot.” Trying to think of a good excuse “I left my keys at her place I realized so need to get back there” “LOL going back for seconds are ya?” “Fuck off man. I’ll talk to you later” Twenty more minutes or so had passed as I rode back across town anxiously waiting to get home so I could just close my door behind me and get away from the world. That is when my phone beeped again. Looking down I saw it was a message from Wendy again “Ryan Daniel Smith it is not polite to not get back to mommy when she is talking to you.” Adrenalin started flooding my body and I became hyper aware of my surrounds as I started to have a bit of an anxiety attack. How did she know my full name? My hands started to go clammy as I just stared at the screen. A notification popped up from Facebook and slowly I clicked on it to see Wendy was trying to add me as a friend. There was no way that was going to happen so I clicked on reject. Another text popped up on my phone “That was not very nice and after all I did to make sure baby had a fun time in your diapers.” How she kept calling me baby and calling them my diapers it had gnawed at the back of my mind all day as she repeatedly kept mentioning to me as such and emphasizing always they were my diapers I had enough. In anger I typed back “Listen Wendy I am not your fucking baby and I never will be so stop calling me that. Last night was nothing but a nightmare for me so please stop messaging me I do not want to fucking talk to you” “Tsk tsk tsk baby has such a potty mouth I am going to have to punish baby next time he comes over.” “I am not going to come over again. Bye I am blocking your number.” Before I could though she shot back one more message. Not so much a message but a media file. In interest I clicked on it. My anxiety shot into high gear when I saw it come up. It was a short video clip a little grainy but you could definitely tell it was me. Clad in only a diaper and with my eyes closed rhythmically sucking on a pacifier while straddling her leg and madly humping it. The phone dropped from my hands and I zoned out. I felt myself being violently shaken when I finally came to as the cab driver was trying to get me to come to. I just looked at him pale faced and handed him a wad of cash not even caring how much it was collecting my phone, keys and wallet I got out and like a zombie stumbled towards my front door. The cab driver called out “My friend, my friend you payed me way too much.” I just called back “Keep it.” Pushing through my door and collapsing against it as I closed it. Looking back at my phone I could see Wendy had sent another message “You still there baby?” I wrote back only “Yes” “Yes who baby?” She was really going to make me do this. “Yes mommy.” I quickly followed up with “Please delete that video” “Awww but baby looked so cute in it and it was your first diaper change.” “Just please do not show that to anyone I’ll do anything you want.” “Well of course you will silly baby I am your mommy.” She quickly followed that up “Is my baby wet yet?” “No” “I shouldn’t have to keep repeating myself here you might just earn yourself a spanking baby if you can’t learn. No who?” She won my will to resist evaporated at that moment. “No mommy.” “Does baby need to go?” “Kind of mommy.” “Awww cute you remembered to call me mommy. Well I want you to show how good of a baby you are and wet your diaper for me.” “I’ll try mommy.” Standing up I tried to push past years of potty training and every bit of my unconscious brain that just refused to let me do something that was so unnatural feeling. “Mommy never asked baby to try she told you to wet your diaper. While we are waiting mommy wants you to add her as a friend on Facebook.” “I will if you promise not to ever show anyone that video.” I received a notice from her again and this time I reluctantly click approve. “Good baby, mommy is so proud of you. Have you wet yet?” “I am trying mommy it is just really really hard” “Does mommy’s baby have a computer with a web cam?” “Yes mommy” Before I knew it I had also added her on MSN messenger (it was 2009 at the time) and stood in front of my camera in nothing but my diapers while sucking on my thumb eventually managing to wet my diaper. The whole time Wendy cooed and encouraged me with a materialistic tone in her voice. As soon as I had assured her I was all done going she then encouraged me to rub myself through the diapers which as much as I hated did feel so good it got to the point where I had both my hands on the front of the diaper trying to rub myself but the padding was just to think to reach climax. After tying for a while I gave up in frustration. I had just tried to slide my hand down the front of my diapers when Wendy spoke up “Uh un baby mommies rule is you can only rub yourself through the outside of the diapers.” After I had stopped trying to get excited my mind started racing about how messed up this all was. The second time for the day I was sitting a diaper I had peed in. Feeling ridiculous for even having to ask “Can I take my diapers off please mommy?” Wendy just burst out in a kind laugh “No silly baby you need to keep those on in case you have an accident.” Pathetically I asked “How long do I have to keep them on for?” “You can come over to my place and I will change you in the morning.” It was only five in the afternoon by this point she couldn’t possibly expect me to stay in a wet diaper that long besides what if I wet again. My other diaper did not even last a single wetting. “Please Wendy what if they leak?” I begged. “What did I tell you about calling me Wendy, I’m your mommy now and I expect you to call me that.” I had to finally ask. “Why me? Why are you doing this to me? Can’t you see I don’t want to be your baby?” “Well you are just too cute to not have in a diaper. Besides when you were laying down half passed out in the street last night all helpless I knew you needed the guidance of a loving mommy to clean up your act. All men are really just babies deep down inside. You can tell me you don’t like the feel of your wet di di pulled up all snuggle around you.” As she said that and I thought about it I could feel myself getting excited and the diapers bugle out ever so slightly more than they already did. I had a sudden moment of clarity and came to a realization that I should have clued into many hours prior. Pointing down to my waste “These aren’t just some diapers you had left over from your grandparent visiting you are they? You did not just put it on me in some kind of act of benevolence did you? No you had them on hand to diaper some drunken idiot who went home with didn’t you? That’s why you just randomly seemed to have a pacifier and baby bottle kicking around?” “Aww my baby is so smart, yes he is. I had been wanting to find someone to diaper for some time now and like I said seeing you all helpless last night after being so heroic to return mommies purse to her I knew I found my baby.” “How did you find out my full name?” “That was easy I just looked through your wallet while you were passed out.” Inside I wanted to scream and shout at her but I was a little worried that if I was too mean to her she might just share the video she had sent me. For all I knew she had probably recorded my most recent performance. Why did I do that for her and just give her more ammo to potentially use against me? There was silence for a moment before I had to ask one more question. “Did I really wet my pants last night?” Wendy’s lips drew into a sly grin. I knew before she even responded what the answer was. “Well not technically but I like to think that is because of mommy’s quick thinking to put you in a diaper. We both know how badly baby flooded his diaper earlier.” Burning up with rage inside me I defending myself shouting “This is not some funny joke you know the only reason that happened was because you had me in a diaper and locked all your bathroom doors.” Calming down just ever so slightly but still talking in a raised voice. “The whole time the only reason I didn’t rip off my diaper and demand you give me my clothes back was because you told me they were drenched in piss. All the embarrassment of wetting myself in front of your and leaking all over the floor. Of being changed by you and treated like a baby being fed a bottle. I won’t even begin to tell you about my adventurers on the way home. All of this never needed to happen. I never asked you to do this to me. How could you even imagine that this was alright?” My voice had climbed back up to almost a yelling pitch by the end. Recomposing myself as I could see she had a bit of a hurt and confused look on her face as if she almost did not understand what she had done wasn’t right. I had no clue how she would react to my next bit it just came out in a cool steely voice. “You are a fucking crazy bitch and you honestly need to get some help you can’t just grab some guy and make him your baby.” She burst into tears and all I could think was oh fuck she is going to post that video of me somewhere I am certain of it. She was really getting into full body sobbing and I did start to feel bad for what I said no matter how much I believed it was true. Hating what I was about to say I softly said “Sorry mommy.” She seemed to cheer up to this bit of news but still was sniffling a bit and trying to hide the fact she was crying by wiping her sleeves across her eyes. “I’m sorry to baby.” “That’s not good enough you totally took advantage of me. Not to mention you recorded a video of me without my permission.” “Really baby I am so sorry.” “Okay you need to cut it with the whole mommy/baby thing right now. You are obviously upset about something and if you want we can talk about it but you need to stop calling me baby.” She let out a few more sobs before managing to regain her composure again. “Okay.” There was an awkward silence before I started “So where does this whole wanting a baby thing come from, and why a grown man in diapers?” Her eyes were welling up again and in a croaky voice she started to share her story. We ended up talking for hours as she poured out her heart to me. A few years prior she had been engaged and was due to have a baby boy. I am guessing her mate was not too happy about this because despite her swearing they were madly in love he would beat her and from the sounds of it pretty badly. One night after he had been out drinking with friends all night when he did come home in the wee hours of the morning she greeted him at the door embracing him and telling him how worried she had been. He just shrugged it off and while in the embrace she noticed he had some lipstick behind his ear. She laid into him for that getting rather worked up and in the ensuing fight he beat her so bad she ended up in the hospital for a week and soon after lost the child. This set her into a deep depression and while she seemed sad her partner left her soon after I think she was quite fortunate the asshole departed from her life. Ever since then though she could not help but feel abandoned and it sounded like she had somehow wired together both the desire to have back her lost son with trying to keep a guy in some messed up fantasy to control men with diapers. I did not understand one bit and in my mind I could not understand how she ended up in that place. It ends up I was not the first guy she diapered as she had reached out to a community online full of guys who actually wanted to be diapered. When I asked why she just didn’t seek out those men and diaper them. She just replied that none of them were the right baby for her and while she did often see them to have short sessions of play that was all they would end up being. The reason she had not kept me there longer is she had one of these other babies coming over though he ended up not showing up. She then proceeded to show me a whole bunch of baby items she had from all sorts of pacifiers and bottles, plastic pants with babyish patterns on them, a mixture of cloth diapers and other kinds of disposables some which had BABY in block letters running across them. A bunch of stuffed animals and then an assortment of onesies and rompers. Slowly in the back of my mind I could feel the urge to go to the washroom again and despite seemingly getting some control of the situation I had stayed sitting at my computer dressed only in my double diapers. As the pressure continued to build I figured I would close out the conversation by returning to questioning her on why she chose to diaper an unwilling participant and how could she not see how that was not okay. This brought on the water works again and I spent what seemed like forever trying to calm her back down. The pressure coming to a point where I figured I would just use my diapers, I was wearing them finish our conversation convincing her to leave me alone and close out this crazy day. Sitting down I had actually found it easier to release my bladder and soon I could feel the warmth of my urine helping to replace the feeling of cold clamminess of the wet diaper. No sooner as I had started to relieve myself than Wendy’s’ face lit up. I had never seen a person go so quick from complete sobbing despair to looking like they were delighted with glee. “I think someone just wet his diaper.” I managed to stammer out “How did you know” The conversation turned as I had just lost control of the situation again. “I can tell when someone has a potty face. But it is okay baby that’s why mommy put you in a diaper.” Trying to re-establish myself I stated “What did I say about the baby/mommy stuff no more okay?” “What did you just do baby?” “Wendy I am not a baby.” “What did you just do?” Quickly I said what she was wanting to hear. “I wet my diaper.” “Who’s diaper?” I realized where she was going with this begrudgingly I said “My diaper” She left out a happy laugh “I only know babies that wear diapers so that must mean you are a baby.” “Please stop it Wendy.” “Okay baby.” She really emphasized baby. “I will make you a deal. You need to stay in your diapers all night long, though if you want you can make sticky in them.” I cringed when I heard her describe jerking off in that way. “Tomorrow you need to come here bright and early. I expect your diaper to be soaked to capacity. I am going to change you and then you are going to spend the whole day as my baby boy. You have to honestly try to enjoy yourself. If you do that and by the end of the day you still want no part in this I will let you onto my computer to delete the video of you and we will never have to see each other again. On the other hand if you enjoy yourself mommy would love to make sure you stay a happy little baby.” “Wendy I am not comfortable with this.” “You don’t seem to be too fussy of a baby you have been sitting in a wet diaper most the night.” I blushed at the realization she was right and I had done nothing to change that fact. All I did was continue to play into by using it again. “Fine but just tomorrow then this is over, what time do you want me to come by.” “Mommy wants to spend as much time as she can with her baby so be here no later than seven. You’ll probably be in dire need of a change by then anyways.” Seven? That was going to make for a long Sunday. “Alright, what was your apartment number again?” “3217 baby, now mommy thinks it is time for you to go to beddie bye. Blow mommy a kiss.” I just glared at her. “Come on baby blow mommy a kiss and remember you have to follow my rules until tomorrow night. Least you want me to accidently post something.” I understood what she meant so I blew here a kiss and said “Night mommy.” Before ending our chat she added one last thing. “Remember mommy thinks it is adorable when you make sticky in your diapers. Just remember hands on the outside only.” With that she closed the chat. Sitting the events of the whole day played back through my memory and I kept trying to think of where it went so wrong. Why did I keep allowing her to just have her way. Standing up I made my way to the room the wet diapers crinkling loudly the whole way. Laying down in bed I could not get comfortable laying on my back so turned to my side restlessly tossing and turning. Each time I did the wet padding rubbing against my member soon had me excited and before I knew it I was laying on my belly with my hands between my legs frantically trying to rub myself to climax. It took what seemed like forever and I was a sweaty mess by after about an hour I was finally able to achieve my goal. Catching my breath I hated myself for doing it, I hated myself for allowing any of this to happen, I hated to think it was all my fault anyways and how I am never going to drink again. Eventually I did find sleep where I had crazy dreams where I would be just going about my everyday life be it work, being it with friends travelling the world and every time Wendy would just pop up admonishing me for not being diapered then in front of everyone just lay me on the floor and stripe me before thickly diapering me and dressing me in a onesie.

April was so glad that Kerri had such good friends Now! The problem was now she had friends, would she quit taking her meds to become more like them. Kerri had not taken her bedwetting medicine for a couple of days and had wet her bed the last two days as well! This time though it doesnt seem to phase her that she has wet her bed. She is more like, her friends. Like Gabbie when she sleeps over she is diapered and wets on purpose to be like her friends. It doesn't phase her! Kerri and her new friends were at the mall again they made sure Ellie went to the toilet just about every time they passed a restroom. They spent the day then went back to Ellie's place April was still there giving the information on how to get somebody from Mr. English. Barbara called the number to leave a message for Mr. English. She was surprised when Mr. English answered. "Mr. English speaking, how may I help you?" "Uh yeah hi, my name is Barbara Johnson, April Evans gave me your name and number. She said your the man to see to adopt kids!" "April Evans sne of my favorite people! Are you looking for a special needs kid like most of April's kids" "Do you mean bedwetters? That is exactly what I want! Both my daughter and I are bedwetters, mine is from having a difficult delivery having my daughter it left me incontinent." "Splendid, did she tell you there were steps to go through to get a chld?" "Yes she told me there are classes, fingerprints, home studies, things like that!"" "Exactly! How old is your daughter?" "She is 15 years old!" I have a 15 year old girl in our crisis nursery right now she is a bedwetter. She has no family! She is adoptable. Her parents couldn't deal with her bedwetting, just dropped her off one day. She was 10 years old. According to her parents nobody else in their family would take her. Talk about not feeling wanted! She has a lot of abandonment issues! She has become a very beautiful young lady!" "She sounds perfect, if we pass we will take her if we can!" "I think that can be arranged! Once you pass!"

I was going to tell you guys a gay joke, butt fuck it.

Thanks Eagle. Really quickly mashed together and probably could do with a good bit of actually editing but meh not best but I hope not the worst. Things should pick up in the next bit here. Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick The clock kept agonizingly taunt me as the seconds creeped by. Trying to focus back on my work it was fruitless as with every tick I just kept drifting off in my thoughts again. Wendy. Oh how Wendy had started this all. On one hand I could not fault her but on the other whenever my desire to be diapered rose up I could not help but look back on my time with her and cringe. I had not been searching for a relationship let alone anything like I was about to find myself involved in. If only my hockey team had lost that game we probably would have all just quietly sat in the dressing room wallowing in defeat. By we had won a hard fought series to clinch the div one league championship and in the jubilation well pretty much went out with the intent to drink the city dry. Bouncing from bar to bar the night faded into a blurry haze of shots and chugging beers from the cup. I did recall at the end of the night I was barely able to keep myself upright without the support of the bar. That is when I was first introduced to Wendy. Even with the extra heavy duty prescription beer googles I was wearing she still looked rough and no offense meant but if you are as wide as you are tall maybe skin tight Lulu lemons are not for you. As she came up beside me with her two friends I just politely returned the smile she gave me then turn and looked the other way. The only real advantage I saw to her being there is it meant the cute waitress who had been understandably avoiding having to talk with me by hiding out on the far side of the bar had to come back and serve her. Basically a captive audience I started trying to hit on her much like I had been for the better portion of the last half hour. Badly slurring my speech and looking at her with dazed eyes “I don’t know if you know this I play hockey good.” The waitress just rolled her eyes ignoring me as she took Wendy’s card to clear up her tab. I leaned in closer over the bar all but pushing Wendy right out of the way. Certain in my own head I was oh so close to getting the waitress to go home with me I kept just calling our “hey, hey, hey, hey” Certainly annoyed by my inability to be charming the waitress finally responded yelling out “What?” before recomposing herself and handing Wendy her card calling out “Thanks and have a great night you three” Before glaring back at me. “You look pretty when you are angry, it’s actually kind of hot.” She just stormed away. It was only moments later when a rather large bouncer placed his hand on my shoulder. Turning to see who felt they could just lay a hand on my shoulder I was not greeted by a face but just a barreled chest of the man. I am not a small guy so the fact dawned on me as I slowly tilted my head up to look him in the face as he said “I think it is time for you to leave sir” before gesturing with his free hand to the door. That I best listen to him. Turnign back to the bar I was just about to call out to the waitress who I was sure would only need to hear my voice one more time to fall madly in love with me when I felt a bit of a squeeze on my shoulder the bouncer adding “If you would need some assistance I would be happy to help you.” Once more looking him up and down I knew if I did not get a move on I would be having an even worse headache tomorrow than the self-imposed one I was certain to be waking up to. I stood up to walk away and realized that either Wendy or one of her friends had left their purse on the bar as I was leaning over it and always a chivalrous gentlemen when I have been drinking I stumbled out of the bar in a mad dash hoping to find them waiting outside for a cab. My progress was impeded as I did get broadsided by a large couch that was by the main door that literally came out of nowhere. I think I did a graceful recovery after crashing to the floor. Scrambling back to my feet I opened the door just in time to see Wendy wishing her two friends good bye as they were hopping into a cab. “Wait!” I screamed which had the opposite effect as instead of stopping the two girl quickly hopped into the cab and pleaded for their Wendy to get in. Doing my best to race over to them in a drunken waltz where I took more steps sideways than forwards Wendy seemed to look panicked and started to climb into the cab when I managed to trip on a planter slamming my shin hard and almost face planting it on the concrete. Despite being ina world of pain I just shot up my arm yelling out in an exasperated voicec “Purse!” The cab had just started to pull away when it slammed on the breaks and Wendy climbed out walking over to the heap that I was on the ground and grabbed the purse saying “Thanks.” Laying there not wanting to move at the moment as it seemed everything just hurt I cheerily replied “Don’t mention it.” Wendy’s friends from the cab yelled at her to get in but she just looked at me instead asking “Do you need some help getting up?” “Nah I am fine really perfect I have just never noticed how lovely the night stars are in the orange glow of halogen street lights.” Cocking her head to the sky and then looking back down at me “It’s overcast right now you can’t see any stars.” “I think I might really be hurt then” Her friends called out one more time yelling at Wendy to just leave me but she waved them off. “I’ll be fine I’m just going to wait with him until I can get him in a cab.” “What is he is a rapist or something just leave that tool where he is” her one friend screamed out insisting Wendy get back in the car. “I told you I will be fine besides I can’t just leave him here he brought me back my purse.” The cab driver getting anxious Wendy’s friends had to leave her be and they drove away into the night. After that my memory blacked out there was a faint recollect of Wendy being very motherly and being very concerned about my wellbeing as she piled me into a cab and later her trying to drag my by then two hundred pounds of just dead weight. Next recollection I had was coming to in a pitch dark room having no clue where I was. An arm was draped over from behind me and as I carefully turned my head to see who it was I was met by Wendy’s kind and friendly face. While it was kind and friendly it also looked like I came out of some expressionist painting. Wanting to extricate myself from the situation I slowly started trying to wiggle my way free which is when I instantly was drawn to the sensation of bulky material around my crotch and a crinkeling noise coming from there as well. Stunned I shot my hands down feeling it and had to stifle myself from shouting out “What the….” Which I think almost woke Wendy as she stirred a little bit actually tightening her grip on me. My head was pounding something fierce and I had to keep telling myself to just calm down and wait for Wendy to be out cold then I could get free and get the hell out of dodge. Slowly and painstakingly I twisted and turned trying my best be quite which was hard with the crinkle of whatever I was wearing but eventually I was able to get free and trying to stand I almost fell my head spinning from the alcohol still. Steading myself upon closer inspection with my hands I was able to confirm that she must have put me into some kind of diaper. I thought about ripping it off right then and there but then decided I should try to find my clothes first. I started trying to walk across the room but she had black out curtains so despite a faint green glow from her alarm clock which really only sort of lit up the far side of the room I could not see a thing. No sooner had I took two steps as I managed to stub my toe and almost trip over a bookshelf she had. While I was able to bite my tongue and not make any sound the diaper around my waist seemed to be trying to wake Wendy up with its seemingly deafening crinkles as I tried not to hop around in pain. I heard her stir a bit in the bed so I froze and waited in silence hoping she would not wake. After I felt I had let a reasonable amount of time pass I then decided to get down on all fours and crawl around the room as it seemed like the best method to blindly feel for my clothes and avoid stubbing another toe. Methodically I worked myself from one side of the room to the other only coming across her clothes and as I rounded the opposite side of the bed I had crawled out of in the comparatively blinding light of the alarm clock I felt as if I was being watched and after shooting a quick glance over my shoulder Wendy still seemed right out so I continued searching the last bit of the floor with no success. My clothes had to be somewhere I had been able to fumble and find two doors so I crawled back to the nearest one and ever so carefully turned the knob opening the door a tiny sliver at first to look and make sure there wasn’t somebody or a pet that might blow my cover. The room I wsa peering into was at least illuminated with the early dawn light as there was a patio which led out to a balcony with its curtains open. Things were looking up for me as I slid out the door closing it behind me and with enough light to make out objects quickly moved about trying to find my clothes. I came up empty handed again. I did piece together a bit of where I was though. I guessed we must have been on the thirtieth floor of a condo building and she just had a small one bedroom unit which I breathed a sigh of relief as it meant no one was going to just walk in on me prancing about the place in nothing more than a diaper. Getting a chance to take a better look at the infantile garment I was wearing it looked rather institutional I for some reason had half thought while I was crawling around ti was going to have cartoon designs or something on it. All I could make out were just some blue stripes and the letters M4 on it. For a moment I just stood feeling the front of the diaper before it did not feel too bad actually kind of comfortable as it tightly encased my neither region. What was I even thinking pulling my hands away quickly I gave my head a shake putting my mind back to the task at hand. I still needed to find my clothes, hell even if I could just find my wallet and phone I was willing to sneak back in and steal her Lulus and flee the apartment. If the guys on my team ever found out about this I would never live it down. Trying the door I assumed would be for her washroom I found it locked which while a little odd in my mind just meant I was not going to be looking in there. The only other place they could be would be behind the other door in her bedroom. Crinkling my way back across her apartment I froze for a second as I noticed lights coming on in apartments across the street. I could even make out figures moving about. If I could see them, instantly I dropped to the ground. My heart all the sudden taking off at a mile a minute I swore it was about to pop out of my chest. As sneakily as I could I crawled back across the apartment and ever so slowly opened the door. It was hard to make out anything coming from the relatively bright dawn lit room back to the absorbing darkness in the bedroom. Quietly I slid pass the door before closing it again and droping back to the ground to crawl over to the other door. Certain in a few short minutes my bizarre morning was going to come to an end I tried the door handle only to find it was locked as well. “Fuck!” I called out a bit too loud and I just heard a giggle come from the bed. Still on all fours I just remembered Jurassic Park, if you don’t move she won’t be able to see you. I remained motionless not even daring to look back towards the bed. Then with the faint sound of a click I was blinded as the room was instantly illuminated. Like a deer in the headlights I could not move a muscle even though my mind was yelling at me to run and run now. “Awww now don’t be like that” In a motherly nursery rhyme sounding voice “as cute as it was to watch you crawl all around the room you must be tired I think it is time you came back to bed.” I could hear her slide the covers off of her and stand up from the bed walking over to me. She saw me crawling? I could feel my face grow flusher by the second. My mind was firing like mad as I tried to process and make sense of everything. It was only a diaper just a bit of padding and some plastic. Nothing to get worked up about. I had to just calm down, find my pants and get out of Wendy’s home. That whole train of thought disappeared as she reached me and patted my diaper butt before running her had across my back. “Come on take mommies hand.” She said in a loving but stern voice. Did she just call herself mommy? I thought and I wanted to say desperately to something, anything but my voice was trapped in my throat. Then I had another frightening image pop in my head what if Wendy was naked. I have no idea why my mind jumped to that being the biggest issue at to moment but it did. I shuddered a bit as she genteelly pulled me by my shoulder turning me around to face her as I did I looked up to see her not in the buff but in some flannel pajamas. She wasn’t naked. For some reason that fact alleviated a lot of panic and embarrassment I was feeling. My brain starting to reboot itself I slightly regain control of my body and I stood up as she took my hand and led me back to the bed. With a warm smile she patted the mattress where about an hour before I had started my failed escape attempt. AS soon as I had laid back down I realized just how tired I was. The splitting headache that had been throbbing in the background picked up in intensity reminding me just how much I drank last night. Wendy then crawled back into bed turning off the lamp and then snuggling back up as the big spoon behind me. She whispered into my ear “You looked so cute when you were all red in the face there I could have just eaten you right up then and there.” With that she brought her arm she had draped over me and started rubbing the front of my diaper. To my utter horror and shock I instantly go excited and I could feel my member struggling to break free form it’s soft confines. I tried to pull away a bit but Wendy just kept at it slowly and methodically rubbing for a good twenty minutes building up to a point where I was actively moving my hips in time with her stroking trying to reach climax. The extra padding dampened the sensation a bit so it was a very frustrating build up. The whole time I could not help but think of how messed this whole situation was but I had a plan I just needed some sleep then when I had my wits about me I could get out of this place. Scratch that I just needed to climax, then sleep and regain my wits and get out of this place. Seeming to sense that I was about to cum Wendy just gave my penis a playful pinch through the front of the diaper and whispered “Sweet dreams baby” into my ear before abruptly stopping. I instantly tried to bring the free arm I not laying on down to finish myself but Wendy deftly grabbed it and pinned it behind my back preventing its use. In a sweet mocking voice she said “ah ah baby, only mommy is allowed to play with that toy.” I let out a little whimper and in frustration I tried to just hump the air trying to use what little friction from the material in the diaper provided. It was to no avail and after trying to move to get my other arm free and being pinned each time I tried. Wendy seemed to be getting a little annoyed with me “Stop it and go to sleep baby, if you are a good boy I promise you when you wake up we will make sure you are nice and happy down there.” I was so messed up in my train of thoughts so I just turned my head and said “Promise?” Why was that what came out of my mouth? Why was I not demanding my cloths back so I could leave. With a happy grin she said “promise” and then kissed my forehead. A ten are fifteen minutes passed before I had to ask the burning question looming in the back of my mind “Where are my clothes? When I searched the condo I couldn’t find them.” She just let out out a high pitched bit of laughter “Oh baby did not find them on his cute little crawling expedition?” I just stared at her. “Do you not remember anything from last night? Do you remember anything at all about what happened in the cab on the way here?” I just meekly said “No, Last thing I recalled was you pulling me into the cab.” She burst out laughing again. “Well no sooner had you got into the cab as you passed out when we were about a block away you pissed your pants drenching yourself and getting the cab driver so angry he kicked us out right there.” A look of mortification came across my face. “Well since you were so nice and returned my purse I felt I had to take care of you, even if you could function I doubt any cab drivers would have picked you up in your pissy pants.” For the twentieth time since I came to my face as turning flush. “Aw is my little pissy pant cutie all shy about having wet himself?” while playfully messing about my hair. I tried to cough out a response but she continued not giving me a chance to speak. “Well after a good deal of effort and having to enlist a passerby on the street to drag you into the elevator to get you here I was left with a bit of a conundrum.” Finally I interrupted “Did she say someone had to help her drag me in here? Did they see me in wet pants?” “Sweetie they were not just wet they were drenched it would have been hard to miss, every step you took we could hear your shoes make squishy sounds.” I just wanted to kill myself right then and there. “You even kept apologizing to the guy and in the end offered him a twenty for his efforts, sadly that was all covered in pee pee so the guy just told me to make sure you don’t drink as much anymore. I think that is the least you could to pay him back and we are going to be working on that as mommy doesn’t think her baby should drink so much either.” Why was she talking like we were a thing? What was with all this baby and mommy talk I was only here because I had one very terrible horrible night and as soon as she actually told me where my pants were I was intent on leaving. She continued on while stroking my hair “So there I was left with trying to think of what to do with you when I remembered I had some diapers that I figured just might fit you from when my grandparents stopped by to visit last year. It was either clean you up and put you in one of those or slip you into a pair of my panties which the thought did cross my mind but figured it would be safer for my bed if I just diapered your cute little bottom up.” To add emphasis to the last bit she quickly brought her hand down and patted my diaper. My shame subsiding I was starting to get slightly annoyed with all the baby talk and her touching of my diapers, was I really thinking of it as my diapers. No it is just a diaper she put on me I guess for a kind of plausible reason. I wanted an answer to my question all the same so I spoke again “So thanks I guess for helping me out of a bad spot last night and I am sorry to have put you through all that. I am really not comfortable wear this diaper or for that fact lying in bed with you. Can you please just tell me where my clothes are.” She seemed a little hurt by my comment but did not miss a step quickly rubbing the front of my diapers again getting me excited once more before exclaiming “I find it hard to believe you are not at least a little bit comfortable in your diaper. Mr.Happy down stairs sure seems to like his new home.” I brushed her arm away trying to remain on task. “Look…. What is your name by the way? I do not want to be in this diaper so if you could please just tell me where my clothes are I would be very appreciative.” “Most people call me Wendy but if you want you can call me mommy, what’S my little babies name?” “Ryan. No wait, stop it with the mommy talk please.” “Okay baby Ryan.” How she had drawn out the emphasis on baby I was getting quite angry and aggressively I tore her hand away from my crotch. Forcefully and coldly I asked one more time “Where are my clothes Wendy?” “Now, now baby no need to be like that I think someone is being a grumpy gus because he needs some sleep.” Giving up on trying to rub my diaper so instead playing with my hair. “No more baby talk! My pants?” I yelled. She stopped playing with my hair “Well if you want to be that way I think you can just walk out of here in your little diaper there.” With that she started pushing me out of the bed. The thought of having to walk in public in just a diaper sorted me right out and I quickly changed my tune. “Sorry, sorry sorry” were the first words out of my mouth. “Listen Wendy I am sorry and like I said I am thankful for your help last night. Now please don’t kick me out all I want to know is where my clothes are.” She got a playful look on her face. “You can stay but I need you to tell me. Sorry mommy.” “Wendy I am not going to say that” With that she went back to shoving me out of the bed and it was not until I had been pushed right out I relented. “Sorry” there was a bit of a pause as she stopped shoving me and I struggled to get out the rest of the phrase. “Sorry who?” She smiled triumphantly at me. “Sorry mommy.” “Good boy, now crawl back into bed with mommy.” I did as I was told and after she had once more snuggled up to me the big spoon she finally continued her story. “So after I had my little baby boy diapered and managed to drag you into bed I was left with what to do with your soaked clothes. They were still there dripping and I do not have a washing machine to wash them so I just bundled them all up in a garbage bed and set them by the front door.” I had recalled finding the bag by the front door but I just assumed it was garbage. “The laundromat in the building does not open until ten so I figured you could just sleep here in your diaper until I had a chance to wash them for you.” “Oh” was all I could muster, everything seemed so messed up right now. “I guess that makes sense kind of.” A few seconds later I let out an awkward sounding “Thanks.” See just looked at me like she wanted me to do the “Thanks mommy” phrase again but I was not doing that again so I pre-empted her saying anything else and said “I am really tired and my head is feeling like someone is constantly smashing it with a 9pd hammer. I am going to try and get some sleep.” Wendy just rubbed my back and said “Okay baby that is probably a good idea.” As awkward and bulky as the diapers felt between my legs it was not long before I drifted into a deep sleep. I have no clue how long I was out but right before waking up I remember have a string of dreams where everyhtign would be just a normal boring day but seemingly out of place a river would spring up and turn into a torrent or the sky would open up and releash a deluge. Every time I would get out of the rainfall or the river I always needed to relieve myself and I would find myself standing at a urinal where I would stand wanting so badly to go but just never could until the last one I just started to go when I woke up with a start quickly having to pinch off my bladder as I felt a tiny bit leak out into the diaper. For a moment I looked around in terror but then the strong urge to relieve myself struck again. To make things worse I soon became quite aware I was sucking on something in my mouth. She wouldn’t have would she. I did not care at that moment so I kept sucking on it as I hopped out of bed having to take ginger small hopping steps my whole body trembling. I crossed the room to the door I was sure was Wendy’s ensuite desperately trying to turn the handle with a violently shaking hand. Dammit it was still locked. Taking a bunch of quick deep breaths and trying to clear my mind for a second I was able to push the urge back down and thinking I was still okay with time to spare I then started a chaotic dance making my way to the other door in the department that I was also sure was a bathroom. Opening the bedroom door I saw the main part of her apartment was brightly lit by what looked to be a very beautiful sunny day. That did not matter though I just made my way as quickly as I could to the door I hoped was going to lead to my salvation. Dammit it was lock still as well. Not knowing what else to do as I was frozen in place unable to move for fear I would release the flood gates. Spitting out the pacifier I called out “Wendy! Wendy!” rocking back and forth there was no answer. Hoping a miracle had happened I once again tried the bathroom handle but there was no miracles about to happen. I dire straits and not knowing what else to do thinking that maybe just maybe it was all part of a game Wendy was playing. I cried out “Mommy!” As if some outside force was conspiring to make me atone for slights I had caused people and thought the best possible way was to make sure I was as humiliated as can be. Right at the moment I had cried out mommy the door to the apartment opened and Wendy came rushing in. “Aww baby that was so sweet you calling out for your mommy. Is everything okay, I am sorry mommy had to just got start the laundry to wash the clothes you had your little accident in.” Face once more flushing red from her seeing me and tears practically streaming down my face I begged her “Wendy I need to use the toilet right now can you please open the door.” My bouncing and erratic movements only became more desperate as she sweetly replied “But baby that is what your diapers are for and mommy would love it if you would use them, wouldn’t you feel much better just to let all your pee pee out?” A full stream of tears running down my face now “Please Wendy I don’t want to have to use my diaper can you please just open the door?” “Well I guess mommy could do that for you just this once and she slowly made her way to the door before exclaiming “oops I forgot the key is in my room I will be right back sweetie.” It felt like an eternity and I was at the point where I was certain even if she did open the door I was probably going to start wetting before I could remove the diaper. Still I had to try and as she came with key in hand and slightly bent over putting the key in the door she was just about to open the door when she looked at my diaper. “tsk tsk tsk trying to tell mommy you need to use the big boy potty when you already have wet your diaper.” “What are you talking about please just hurry up.” “Well you see diapers have wetness indicators so mommies can tell when they need to change their babies and looks like yours has already changes” She playfully pointed to the two yellow bands running down the middle of the diaper which part way through had turned blue. I was through with waiting and her games so I just shoved her aside and turned the key unlocking the door. I managed to make it to the toilet but when I reached down to rip off the tapes of the diaper Istopped vibrating and just froze as what sounded like a raging water fall of water released into my diaper it felt like ages passed as I just kept filling the diaper. I could feel the warm liquid seeping around every bit I had encased the diaper. Wendy by then had come up behind me and was softly cooing “That’s a good baby let it all out into your diaper, good baby” while rubbing my back. As much as I hated to admit it her reassurances did make the whole ordeal easier to take. It was still not easy to take and I was emotionally shattered having just flooded the diaper. To make matters worse I was still going when I started to feel a trickle of my pee run down my leg. I could only look down at the puddle that grew around my foot. “Awww baby sure is a big wetter, mommy is sorry you leaked but she will make sure it doesn’t happen again” still rubbing my back. As soon as the torrential sound stopped she continued “are you finished baby?” I just nodded my head yes. Grabbing a towel off the wall she caringly wiped up the puddle at my feet and quickly dried of my one leg. Taking me by the hand she then led me back to her room. Stopping ever so briefly to pick up the pacifier I had spat out and placing it back in my mouth. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing did I really just wet my diapers in front of a women who really was just slightly more than a stranger. I was on autopilot and just followed Wendy as she laid out the towel on the bed then pushed me down on it. I just kept sucking on the pacifier finding it to be the only thing keeping me from having a right melt down. “Well since I just put your clothes into the wash it will be about another two hours before they will be dry and seeing as you have had two accidents in front of me in less than a day I think we best keep you all padded up. Don’t you agree?” Not knowing how I was supposed to respond to that seeing as I still had no clothes of my own and she was pretty much right I had wet myseld twice in front of her I just nodded my head yes. “Aww someone really likes his binky, oh yes he does” she said as she playfully tickeld my side which sent me jumping as I am probably the most ticklish person in the world. “Oh does is my little baby ticklish?” With that she set upon me a bit more while I squirmed about. Letting out some small shrieks fo laughter from behind the pacifier I pleaded with her as I cried out “stop” All the while she kept the motherly tone going “yes he isums, oh yes he isums.” Eventually she relented and looking down at me and seeing the face of shame and disgust I was sporting. Keeping her caring motherly voice going “Is everything okay you look confused, it’s alright to enjoy this, mommy loves seeing her little baby having fun. I did promise you if you were good we could have a little fun so I think mommy can cheer up your day. With that she laid down beside me and pulling me into her lap started running her hands through my hair. It felt so good it just added to my confusion as I struggled to resolve the cognitive dissonance the chain of events of the last twelve hours had thrust on me. On the one hand the diapers were not really that bad to wear and were kind of comfy and having someone to cuddle up with was nice but. No buts, I ama grown man I should not be letting some lady diaper me up and treat me like a baby. I just needed my pants back. Shaking out of my trance I pulled the pacifier from my mouth and said “Look Wendy I don’t know what you think is going on here but I am not your baby alright, please just stop it already. I’ll just sit here until my clothes are ready then I am gone okay. You’ve had your fun now just let me be.” “Awww baby you are right” she said while taking the pacifier and placing it back into my mouth. “I have had my fun and feel so bad for not letting you have yours.” With that her hand dropped to the front of my diaper and she started massaging it. I was just about to pull the pacifier out to object but she stayed my hand and warned “if that pacifier comes out I stop and you can just get up and go wait in the laundromat in your wet diaper until your clothes are ready. Now just try to relax and enjoy this it’ll be fun. Mommy promises.” Feeling defeated and without an option I just laid back hating myself as she slowly built me up a few times only to bring me back down again until I could stand it no more and rolled right on top of her and started diaper humping her leg. The sensation of the cooling of squishy padding rubbing my penis, the slight smell of urine the sucking on the pacifier all fed into a loop and they were all I could think of as I finally came. The second I did a wall of self-hate for how disgusting the act I just did was in my mind left me rolling off and trying to get up from the bed. Wendy just pulled me back down and sliding her hand down the front of my diaper stroked me a few last times to makes sure every drop was out. Continuing to be unable to think I then just laid there as she proceeded to peel off the diaper cheerfully exclaiming “Oh look at what a big mess baby made in his diapers for mommy. I am so proud of you” Ahhhhhhhhhhgh! Why was I letting her do this to me. Disappearing for a second with a pack of baby wipes, some baby lotion, a container of baby powder and two more of the diapers the same as the one I had been in. She happily hummed some nursey rhyme sounding tune as she worked. I could only cover my face with my hands and try to pretend I was anywhere but there. Slowly she took her time wiping me clean spending extra time with my cock and balls and probing a bit too far for comfort into my butt as she wiped it clean. As soon as I was she then grabbed one of the diapers and cut some slits into it with a pair of scissors she had on the nearby nightstand. I looked at her a little confused but she said nothing just continuing with her tune she was humming. Once done she genteelly tapped my leg and said “Okay baby lift up your bottom.” Which I did and she spent a bit of time positioning the new diaper under me before seemingly satisfied she grabbed the baby lotion and squirted a large amount into her hands. The sweet fregranct smell of it caught me at once and helped me relax a bit as she began massaging it in all the way from my chest down to my knees before slowly working back up to my groin where with in a second of her hand touching my penise I was standing back at full attention. Why was this happening to me? All I could do was suck harder on the pacifier trying to calm myself down. Wendy seemed to notice my reaction and started really playing it up. Interuptting her tune and sing song saying “my, my are you still going to try and tell me you don’t like your diapers.” Rubbing a little more lotion on my penise she continued “I think you love it when mommy changes your diaper don’t you?” with that she grabbed the front of the diaper in-between my legs and pulled it up grasping my dick through it and once more playing with me. Stopping after a few strokes “Well does baby like it when mommy changes you?” I cringing brought my hand to my mouth to remove the pacifier but Wendy spoke up “just leave that in baby.” As my hand went back to hiding my face she gave a few more pumps of the diaper along my shaft. “Now like mommy asked you how much do you like getting your diaper changed?” She pumped the diaper on my shaft a few more times. “I wuv it very much, fank you mommy.” Did those words really just come out of my mouth. It seemed to be the response she wanted as she went to town on me this time quickly bringing me to climax all the while humming here nursery rhyme tune. As I shot my load onto my stomach she just cooed “That’s a good baby, mommy like it when you cum with your diapers.” With that out of the way she quickly wiped up the mess and then liberally doused me with baby powder. Again the sweet smell calming me down further. That taken care of she pulled up the diaper and tightly secured it around my waist before giving my leg another little smack and saying “Up baby” I was a little confused until I saw her open up and wave out the second diaper sliding it under me and in no time having it pulled up and secured on me. The diaper change done she balled up my used diaper and disappeared with it into the main room of her apartment then returned and pulled me up into her arms and gave me a great big hug. Softly whispering “You have been such a brave baby this morning mommy loves you” Before giving me a kiss on my cheek and patting the back of my now double diapered butt. They were so thick I could hardly feel the playful smack. Turning and walking away she kept her hand on mine and dragged me into the main. Once I was on my feet I instantly noticed just how thick the diapers she had me I were as I had a noticeable waddle trying to keep up with her. “Now baby you still have a little while before your clothes will be done so how about we watch a movie, do you want to watch Aladdin or Finding Nemo?” From behind the pacifier I called out “Awaddin.” I am not a huge Disney movie fan but Robin Williams was amazing as the genie in that movie so I will watch it any day. She put it into the dvd player then led me to the couch and had me sit down on it before asking “Baby has to be thirsty after flooding is diaper like that can I get him something to drink?” I was feeling a little thirst so I replied “Yes pwease.” I felt like an idiot every time I talked through the stupid pacifier. Still I just kept sucking on it. As the move began I was fixated on the screen so did not notice what she had in her hand when she returned and sat down beside me. “Lay down across mommies lap.” I did as requested and in a second she had removed the pacifier and in it’s place the nipple of a bottle was placed. I tried to pull back my head but she just kept it push firmly to my lips. “Drink up baby it’s just some yummy apple juice, it’s good for you.” Slowly I started sucking on it and in no time I had drained the bottle all the while Wendy played with my hair. I had partially nodded off when she genteelly shook me awake telling me to the movie was over. I did not think I was that tired that I would sleep through the whole show. “You look so adorable when you sleep baby, I am going to get you another bottle as you seem like a thirsty little fellow. While you were sleeping I managed to get your clothes so you can leave now if you want but I would really like to feed you one more bottle. Does my baby want another bottle?” It had been a real relaxing time laying in her lap having my hair played with and well I have already done everything else she asked so a another bottle seemed like the least of my worries. I nursed through that bottle and enjoyed the relaxing feeling of her hands massaging my scalp before she sat me up and burped me which to my shock I actually let out a few loud belches. “Okay lets go get baby dressed to go home.” Leading me by the hand again she led me to her room before she returned carrying my long sought after clothes. Holding up my underwear she laugh “I don’t think we need to worry about these for you today.” And tossed them aside. I was just about to object when she produced the pacifier again and stuffed it in my mouth. Taking the hint I remained silent. From there she shook out my pants then bending over one foot at a time had me step into them before pulling them up having to give some pretty good tugs to get over the double diapers I was wearing. Getting the fly done up was an even bigger struggle but Wendy managed. Looking down past my pacifier I was stunned to see how obvious it was that I as diapered. Wendy next proceeded to slide on my shirt in a similar fashion one arm at a time before pulling it down over my head. She then shoved me back and I fell onto her bed the bulk of the diapers making themselves very apparent to me. Then one buy one she pulled my socks on. With that she said all down before handing me my wallet and phone which I had to kind of just hold them as there was no room to put them in a pocket. “Alright time for you to go home baby” She then grabbed my hand and dragged my hand and with me waddling in tow dragged me right to the front door had me step into my shoes tying up each one before opening the door and shoving me into the hallway. My mind had been shut off so that I never even put two and two together that I was going to have to make my way home thickly diapered I started to become very self-aware. I was not ready to be seen out in public in a diaper. Pulling the pacifier from my mouth she giggled “That stays here. I expect you to be back for it in a few days.” In my head I was thinking yeah right. Sure I might have had some fun but I was not going to be coming back here. “Oh also what is your phone number in case mommy needs to get a hold of you?” Briefly I thought of giving her a fake number but instead answered truthfully “555-123-4567” She typed it into her phone and hit send as soon as she did smiling when she heard my phone start ringing. “Good baby now you go home and enjoy your diapers I will talk to you later.” With that she just closed the door and I heard it lock.

Chapter 3 Auntie shook Billy awake when they arrived home. Auntie’s husband, who Billy would call Uncle Dave, had already arrived home from work and was in the middle of making tea. Uncle Dave greeted him warmly, “we haven’t met yet have we, you must be Billy. I hope you like sausage pasta bake, because it’s nearly done!” “I’ll just get him changed then while you get tea on the table,” said Auntie, “come on then Billy.” She led him by the hand into his bedroom and started preparing his night nappies. “You’ve had a long day today, with no nap,” she said, “so once you’ve had your tea, it’s bedtime. So we’ll get you changed and ready for bed now!” Billy glanced at the clock on the wall: it was only five o’clock. He sighed and led down on the changing mat. Auntie pinned him into his thick night nappies and covered them with a fresh pair of plastic pants; it was one of the new pairs, plain pastel yellow ones. She fastened him into a clean vest and slid the peach booties onto his feet. Finally, she retied the Mickey Mouse bib around his neck; it was still clean. Pasta bake was being served as he waddled back into the kitchen. “Bib’s on is it,” asked Uncle Dave, “my wife’s a bit of a stickler for keeping things clean!” He went behind Billy and untied the bib. “David, he’ll make a mess of himself!” “So what,” shrugged Uncle, “He’s only wearing that to bed then it’s going in the wash, let the boy breathe a little.” Billy decided he really liked Uncle Dave, and his pasta bake was delicious. He completely cleaned his plate, a fair bit of the sauce ended up on his vest; Auntie looked at Uncle and raised her eyebrows, making an “I told you so” face. Uncle Dave didn’t seem bothered by it, or the mess Billy left on the table, he wiped it up without a second thought while Auntie attacked Billy with a cloth. As promised, Billy was put straight to bed after dinner, Billy felt embarrassed and frustrated at having such a babyish bedtime, but admittedly he did feel very tired. After being fed another bottle of warm milk he quickly fell asleep. *** As time passed, Billy began to settle into his new life. Every morning Auntie would awaken him and change him into fresh nappies, and then they would have breakfast before Uncle left for work. After breakfast Auntie would get him dressed for the day. Whatever Billy was dressed in would give him a good indication of how the day would go. If he were dressed in a romper or shorts and a t shirt (sometimes just a t shirt if it was really hot) it meant Auntie wasn’t planning to leave the house; he would breathe a sigh of relief whenever she took something like this out of the closet. If he were dressed in something a little more substantial it meant they would be going somewhere or receiving guests at some point during the day. He had quite a full wardrobe now; Auntie had made him a load of new clothes, most of it more suited to a three year old than a boy of nearly 16. Auntie worked from home, making “traditional children’s clothing” which she sold online. Billy would be left to occupy himself while she worked in her sewing room fulfilling orders, although she would take breaks to check on him and change his nappies. Billy was allowed to play with any of the toys in the house, Uncle Dave had dug some more out of the attic for him. He was allowed to use the TV, but every channel except the kid’s ones were password protected; he had to entertain himself by watching cartoons on TV, or one of the selection of Disney DVDs that he was permitted to watch. There was also a swing and sandbox in the garden, but he was not allowed outside while Auntie was busy working, on the insistence that he needed supervision. He’d received a few visits from his old schoolmates, now that the summer holidays had started. Billy couldn’t believe that their kindness had been genuine…seemingly because they felt sorry for him. They never once mentioned his nappies, although their eyes would widen at the sight of him in his juvenile clothing. “It’s a pity that you’re not coming back to school with us Billy,” they had said. It was now official that Billy wouldn’t be returning Castle Street Comprehensive, his old school. He’d had to do some tests and it was decided he would do better in a special school. “There’s nothing to be ashamed about,” Auntie had reassured him, “You’ll be able to learn much better in this environment and there will be other children there who just like you.” Really, Billy didn’t want to go back to his old school. Ethan, Liam, Riley, Sam and Teagan had all be nice to him, but he couldn’t imagine the entire school taking the same sympathetic approach. And while he had once been one of the smartest kids at school, since his accident Billy struggled to concentrate and keep a train of thought, and he was bamboozled by simple games and puzzles. *** One morning, Billy waddled back from breakfast and groaned inwardly. Hanging on the closet door was his least favourite outfit; the garment was a one piece outfit but sewn to look like a two piece, it was white with navy blue trim, with a navy blue sailor collar and piping, but the neckerchief part was red, the final touch was a navy blue anchor embroidered on the left of the chest. This could only mean one thing; it was Sunday and it was time for church. Auntie wasted no time in getting him dressed. As usual he wore a vest, which fastened over his nappies and plastic pants, this kept them firmly in place and prevented sagging. His sailor romper, like his other one piece clothes, went over his head and had buttons in the crotch. The shorts part of the outfit was very brief; Billy couldn’t remember the last time he wore anything with longer than a 3 inch inseam. With this outfit he had to wear matching knee socks; these were plain white knee socks where Auntie had embroidered a little blue anchor on the sides, matching the one on the romper. He wore his navy blue t bar shoes and, when outdoors, a white bucket style sunhat with a matching blue anchor embroidered on it. He felt very silly in his sailor outfit, but Auntie insisted that he looked very smart in it. At least it was only the people in church who saw him. Most of the congregation were at least as old as Auntie and would compliment him for his smart appearance (apparently something teenage boys did not appreciate nowadays). There were some children, who inevitably giggled at the sight of him at first, although they soon got used to him and calmed down. Uncle did not attend with them, as he had to work on Sundays; he was a shift manager at a nearby warehouse and often had to work overtime too. Auntie was a Sunday School teacher to the youngest group of children, so Billy had to join that group. His Sunday School group contained children as young as 3 or 4, some of whom were still in nappies themselves, they quite liked that this big boy wore nappies just like them. None of them laughed or even paid attention when Auntie had to change him; she would pop down the changing mat and take care of there and then in the same room, and did the same with the other children still in nappies. Billy had started to get used to his changes, and didn’t get quite so embarrassed any more. After church Auntie would always invited some of the women back to the house for brunch. The other women were as old as, if not older than, Auntie May, and they would not hesitate to offer to change him while Auntie busied herself in the kitchen. Billy was very embarrassed when this happened; his changers would coo at the childish designs on his plastic pants, and marvel at his thick terry towelling nappies. A lot more cooing would ensue while he was cleaned up, lotioned and powdered, which they would always take their sweet time doing. On especially hot days they would relieve him of his sailor romper, socks and shoes, leaving him in just his vest, with his childishly patterned plastic pants poking through the leg holes. Today was one such day; it was 31 Celsius outside, considered to be the hottest day of the year so far. All of his clothes, plus his vest had been removed following his nappy change, leaving him in just his nappy and plastic pants; plain white, with a lace trim around the leg holes. Billy was expected to be present when they had guests, they decided to sit in the garden to enjoy the sunshine, so he was sat on a play mat on the patio, smothered with sunscreen, wearing his sunhat, with his legs akimbo, playing with a wooden train set. Auntie and the other women sat on the garden chairs drinking tea, and eating cakes and sandwiches. Billy had some cold juice in his Donald Duck toddler cup, with his matching Donald Duck bib fastened around his neck and covering his bare chest; the plastic back stuck to his hot and sunscreen slathered skin, it was smeared with chocolate icing from his fairy cake and the bib’s pocket had caught a fair few crumbs, and hundreds and thousands. Every now and then Billy spotted one or more of them glancing over and smiling at his babified state. He was relieved when Auntie announced that he needed to get out of the sun for a bit, and decided to get him down for his nap. Of course, as usual, the guest offered to change him and he endured the whole ordeal again. He didn’t mind so much as at first, but he didn’t care much for the cooing, and their referencing his privates as his “Wee Willie Winkie”, often singing the nursery rhyme while they changed him. It was discovered, upon inspection, that his nappy was very pooey; he hadn’t had a single poo leaking incident with his new plastic pants thankfully. One of the women, who was called Mrs Nesbit, was in charge of his changing today while the other women merely spectated and assisted. Auntie and one of the other women were out clearing away the dishes. After Mrs Nesbit had removed his soiled plastic pants and nappy she began the extensive and revolting task of cleaning his smelly bottom. “Phooey, what a mess,” she declared in a sing song voice, “what has your Auntie May been feeding you?” One of the other women, Mrs Johnson, held his legs up to make it easier for Mrs Nesbit to clean him up. Finally, after going through about a dozen wet wipes, he was all clean. “There we go,” cooed Mrs Nesbit, “now let’s get you into a nice fresh nappy!” Mrs Johnson was still holding his legs in the air while Mrs Nesbit slid his thick fluffy nappies under his bottom. “Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,” she began in her sing song voice while she generously coated him with baby lotion. “Upstairs and down stairs in his night-gown,” continued Mrs Johnson, still firmly holding his legs in the air. “Tapping at the window, crying at the lock,” cooed Mrs Thomas, the other woman, while she handed the baby powder to Mrs Nesbit. “Are the children in their bed, for it's past ten o'clock?” finished Mrs Nesbit, liberally sprinkling him with powder, “Or should I say two o’clock, because it’s time for your nappy-poo, Sleeping Beauty!” Mrs Johnson finally lowered him onto his fresh nappies, which he was snugly pinned into with his new nappy pins; pink bunny headed pins, a gift from Mrs Nesbit. “There we go,” cooed Mrs Johnson, pinching Billy’s cheek, “all nice and safe and secure in your little nappies!” “These pins are adorable Margaret,” said Mrs Thomas, “where did you find these?” “I bought them off eBay,” said Mrs Nesbit, tickling Billy’s tummy while he squirmed, “I ordered him another present too, but it hasn’t arrived yet.” “That’s a pity.” “Yes, I suppose he’ll just have to wait until next week,” she cooed, giving Billy eskimo kisses. “Let’s not excite him now,” said Mrs Johnson, “or he’ll be too fussy to go down for his nap!” “I think you’re going to need some clean plastic panties,” cooed Mrs Nesbit, “what do we have in the drawer Sue?” Mrs Thomas rustled through his plastic pants drawer and pulled out a pair of see through plastic pants with lace around the leg holes. “Oh look,” she exclaimed after they had been pulled over his nappies, “you can see your sweet little bunnies through them!” They were just getting him settled on his bed when Auntie came in carrying his usual bottle of milk and a fresh bib. Mrs Thomas fed him his bottle with his head resting on her lap. “Aren’t you such a good boy?” she cooed, “yes you are a good little boy, drinking up all your milk!” The cooing was all very embarrassing, but it was much more preferable to being told off for being fussy. He accepted now that a bottle before naptime and bedtime was inevitable and it was useless fighting it. His curtains were drawn and he was settled down for his nap, each woman stopping to give him a kiss on the forehead on their way out. Auntie was the last to kiss his forehead, before sliding the safety rail into place. He lay on his bed, wearing only his nappies, plastic pants and bib and drifted off to sleep. When he woke up, their guest had left and Auntie was busy preparing the Sunday roast. Billy slid down to where the safety rail stopped and jumped down from the bed. His nappy was very full, so he waddled into the kitchen and asked Auntie for a change. It had now cooled down a bit now so she dressed in in one of his rompers after his change; a cotton one with red and white stripes and a fire engine motif, the legs of this one were very short so the lace on his plastic pants poked through. She refastened his bib as it was still clean and handed him a beaker cup full of milk. “Be a good boy and play nicely while I finish making dinner,” she said, “your trains are still outside, so you can go back to playing with those if you like, as long as you stay on the patio where I can see you through the window.” She popped a sun hat on his head and smothered him with sunscreen before letting him back outside. Billy played with his trains until Uncle got home and they had dinner. *** The following Sunday followed a similar routine; Billy was dragged to church in his infantile romper, followed by brunch with Auntie’s friends. It was another hot day so he was once again stripped down to his nappies and plastic pants after his change, which included the inevitable rendition of “Wee Willie Winkie”. After being smothered with sunscreen he was presented with another gift from Mrs Nesbit, as promised. It was a bonnet, just like the ones that babies wear! The main part was made with white eyelet, while the brim was trimmed with white lace; white ribbon tied in a neat bow fastened it securely under his chin. Next he was presented with a matching bib, with his name embroidered on it in blue. After the bib was securely fastened around his neck everyone oohed and aahed at the apparition before them. “It’s lovely Margaret, thank you,” said Auntie, “look; it even goes with his plastic pants!” Billy was wearing his see through pants again, with the lace trim around the leg holes. “What do we say Billy?” asked Auntie Billy stared at the floor, cheeks flushed with humiliation, no way was he saying thank you for these ridiculous things. “Billy!” she scolded. “Thank you,” his said reluctantly. “You’re welcome darling!” said Mrs Nesbit pinching his cheeks. Billy was relieved to be put down for his nap, especially after another excruciating nappy change. His new bib was removed for his feeding so it didn’t get ruined, but was replaced immediately after. He was forced to take his nap wearing it and the matching bonnet. Billy wondered if he would ever get used to his life. He had been reduced to practically a baby. For the duration of the summer holidays Billy spent his time under the watchful eye of Auntie. They made regular trips to town and to the park. Auntie used the reigns whenever Billy was being fussy; these were white leather and custom made to fit him, with a picture of a bunny rabbit on the chest plate. They lived in a fairly small town, so soon everybody had either seen him or at least heard about him. Billy saw less and less surprised faces as people got used to him. Sometimes Uncle Dave would take him to give Auntie a break. He was less domineering than Auntie, and usually let him wear just shorts and t shirt to go out and let him wear his baseball cap instead of the babyish sunhats or bonnet that Auntie would make him wear. Mrs Nesbit would present him with gifts every week, each one more babyish than the last. The following week he was given a dummy…an actual dummy! This one seemed to be made for adults though, as the teat was much too large to fit in an actual baby’s mouth. Thankfully, Auntie only had him use it for his nap, to soothe him to sleep. The following week he was presented with a new bottle, again, much larger than a baby’s bottle with a large teat. The next week he was presented with a brand new pair of shoes, they were mary jane style shoes and white patent; Mrs Nesbit had bought them online. Everyone declared they looked darling with his sailor romper. Soon the final week of the holidays came, and Billy began to dread his first day at his new school.

Chapter 2 The following morning Auntie was busy putting the final touches to Billy’s new clothes. Her husband, David, had just left for work. Billy was still fast asleep; he certainly did need that early night! She finished up on his clothes and admired her work; Billy was going to look just lovely in this! She hated many of the clothes you see boys wearing nowadays: skinny jeans with holes ripped in them and t shirts with offensive slogans! She favoured more traditional clothing for children, such attire was timeless and she never dressed her own children in anything else; at least until her daughter was old enough to protest, she eventually gave in and let her wear shop bought clothes. She glanced at a framed picture on her wall, depicting two children: A girl of ten, her brown hair in plaits tied with blue hair ribbons, wearing a pastel blue smocked dress, white lace trimmed ankle socks and shiny black mary janes. She was accompanied by a little boy of five, who wore a matching outfit: a pastel blue shirt with smocking and a peter pan collar, a pair of white shorts buttoned onto the shirt, white ankle socks and shiny black mary janes. The boy also wore a protective helmet on his head and was sat in a wheelchair. Her daughter Molly was grown up now, she was married with three sons of her own and lived in Canada due to her husband’s work. Had he still be alive today, her little boy Tommy would have been 30 and she would have still been taking care of him. Tommy was born with cerebral palsy and severe epilepsy; his life was cut short at eight years old after having a bad seizure. Tommy died in hospital. Auntie May decided it was high time for Billy to get up at 9 o’clock. She went into his room, hung up his outfit on the back of the door and prepared his footwear and clean nappies. She shook Billy awake; his night time nappies were so saturated he couldn’t move without his plastic pants leaking. He was relieved to be pinned into his fresh nappies, he breathed in the babyish smell of the lotion and powder; it was starting to grow on him. A pair of clear plastic pants followed; you could clearly see the teddy bears that adorned his nappy pins through them. “I put the finishing touches on your first outfit this morning,” she announced as she ensured the terry towelling was completely tuck into his plastic pants, “you can wear it today, I need to run a few errands.” Billy felt very anxious, dreading his first public appearance in nappies. No matter what he wore over them he was sure his clothes would not be able to hide his bulky nappies. After breakfast, Auntie dressed Billy in his new outfit; it was much worse than expected! First she dressed him in a clean vest, just like the one he’d worn to bed last night. Next came a white shirt, this buttoned up at the back and had a peter pan collar; the buttons and piping were both red. Next came a pair of red dungaree shorts, they were very brief with elasticated leg holes. There were no fastenings on the straps, instead the garment went over his head and had had poppers in the crotch. A puppy dog was appliqued on the front. On his feet he wore white pelerine ankle socks and the black plimsolls he’d worn yesterday. Aunty packed a bag with fresh nappies and plastic pants, powder, lotion, wet wipes, a spare romper and two beaker cups; one filled with squash and the other with milk. It was sunny outside, so she placed a red gingham cap on Billy’s head and proceeded to smother him with sunscreen. Billy waited in the passage while Auntie got her shoes on and prepared her handbag. He caught sight of himself in the mirror; he looked like an overgrown three year old, and his bulky nappies were impossible to miss. He knew any complaints about his attire would simply be brushed off by Auntie. Plus, it wasn’t like he had anything else to wear; the clothing he had arrived in yesterday would never have fit over his new nappies and Auntie May was firmly against the use of disposable nappies, deeming them wasteful. He gulped nervously when Auntie took his hand and opened the front door. There was no one outside; this was a very quiet street, but Billy knew he would have no such luck when they got into town. Auntie helped him into the back seat of her Citroën and buckled his seatbelt for him. She handed him the beaker cup full of milk before setting off. Billy opted not to drink it, he’d already had a cup of tea with his breakfast and he didn’t fancy facing a public nappy change. “Drink up your milk before it gets warm,” said Auntie, “it won’t taste very nice then.” Billy sighed and started drinking; he slouched down in his seat whenever they came to a traffic light so no one would see him drinking from a toddler cup. “Sit up Billy,” said Auntie, “if we got into an accident right now the seat belt would strangle you!” They finally arrived in the town centre; Auntie parked the car in the multi-storey. Billy got a lot of funny looks walking down the street, but thankfully no one commented; Billy wanted the ground to swallow him up. The first stop was a sewing supplies shop; Auntie enthusiastically picked out some nice materials and supplies to make Billy’s new clothes with. Billy took no notice; if he had he’d have been even more mortified by her choices. The morning seemed to drag on very slowly. Auntie took him to the shoe shop, criticising the state of his old plimsolls. After studying the contents of the shelves she selected for him a pair of T-bar Kickers shoes in black patent; she slipped them onto his feet, they fitted perfectly. “But these are girl’s shoes,” whinged Billy. “Don’t be silly,” she replied, “these are unisex.” She picked up another pair in navy blue, as well as two pairs of canvas T-bar shoes; a pair in red and a pair in yellow. She slipped the red ones on to match his clothes and threw away his old plimsolls. Next came a visit to the chemists, where auntie found him some larger beaker cups. They came in a choice of four different childish designs: red with Winnie-the-Pooh, blue with Mickey Mouse, yellow with Donald Duck and pink with Minnie Mouse. Auntie bought one of each except for the pink one, along with some matching bibs. She also stocked up on lotion, powder and wet wipes and she picked up a box of disposables for emergencies; the box read “super absorbent nigh time slip”, they looked very thick. The box was big and awkward to carry, so they went back to put the shopping they had so far into the car. Billy suddenly had an idea. “I’m tired,” yawned Billy, “couldn’t I have a nap in the car while you finish shopping?” “You had a good long sleep last night, how can you be tired already?” asked Auntie, “You can have a nap when we get home, I can’t just leave you in the car by yourself. We’re nearly finished.” Billy once again found himself being led by the hand back out onto the high street. He saw a sea of bottle green jumpers…the secondary school kids were on their lunch break! Billy’s heart started thumping, he pulled his cap down to hide his face as best as he could; he couldn’t let his old classmates recognise him. Alas, Billy had no such luck, he heard a girl speak loudly: “Look at that boy, what on earth is he wearing?!” “It looks like he’s wearing nappies!” “I’m sure I’ve seen him somewhere before!” “Isn’t that Billy Aiken?!” “No, Billy died!” “No he didn’t!” “Hey Billy!” Billy put his head down, pretending to be anyone else. The kids followed them and called after him. “I swear that’s Billy!” “Billy died; his stepdad threw him down the stairs!” “He didn’t die, he nearly died!” “Billy! Hey Billy!” “Billy, don’t be rude,” said Auntie, “your friends are trying to speak to you.” They weren’t his friends, he had no friends; he’d been an outcast at school. “Please don’t make me talk to them,” he pleaded. “Don’t be such a baby,” she said spinning him around to face them, “all you have to do is say hello.” A group of five kids he recognised as being in his old class caught up to them. Sam, Ethan, Liam, Teagan and Riley; they were known as some of the worst behaved kids at school. Billy had been scared of them at school, even though none of them had ever spoken to him. “See, it is Billy,” said Riley, “I told you he wasn’t dead!” Billy’s leg felt weak. He spurted into his already soaked nappies. He prayed that he would suddenly wake up back in hospital and find out everything had been a morphine induced nightmare. “Is it true,” asked Liam, “did your stepdad really throw you down the stairs?” Billy opened his mouth, but no sound came out; he could only nod in response. “He’s in jail now,” said Liam, “he’s in the same place as my uncle. I’ll ask him to beat him up for you if you like.” “That won’t be necessary,” said Auntie. “Are you his nan?” asked Ethan. “No, I’m Billy’s foster mum,” replied Auntie, “he has no other family to look after him.” “Oh,” said Ethan, “when are you coming back to school Bill?” “I’m afraid Billy won’t be coming back to your school,” Auntie answered, “He had a nasty bump to the head and won’t be able to keep up.” They all went silent for a moment; Billy saw Liam’s eyes glance down at his bulge. “How come you wear nappies now?” he asked. “Uh…I,” Billy stuttered, staring at the floor and blushing furiously, “I...injured my bladder and….now I can’t control it.” “Oh,” replied Liam, “that sucks.” Billy was surprised how nice they were being, but then again it may have only been because Auntie was present. “We have to get back to school,” said Riley, checking her phone, “we’ll see you.” “Billy would love to have visitors some time,” said Auntie, to Billy’s horror, “we’re at 26 Beech Close any time you’d like to come and play.” “That sounds cool,” said Ethan, “see you Billy!” And with that, the fivesome turned and headed back towards school. They stopped at a little fish and chip café for some lunch. Auntie ordered them each some sausage, beans and chips, with a cup of tea for auntie and some chocolate milk for Billy. Auntie insisted on fastening one of his new bibs around his neck; the red Winnie-the-Pooh one to match his outfit. It was a good thing she did really, because by the time he was finished his bib was covered with bean juice and chocolate milk. He had some funny glances but no one said anything; everyone figured he had something wrong with him. “How’s that nappy of yours doing?” asked Auntie right before they left. “It’s dry,” lied Billy. “I doubt that,” said Auntie sticking her finger through the leg hole, “hmmm, a little damp, but you’ll do until we get home.” Billy breathed a sigh of relief as Auntie grabbed his hand and walked him out of the café. Auntie and Billy finished up with a trip to Asda; Billy was bought some new white ankle socks, Finding Nemo sunglasses, a colouring book and crayons, and a packet of chocolate buttons. Auntie let Billy pick out his favourite foods and some ice lollies. While in the checkout line Billy felt his bowels release…oh dear! He’d been hoping to avoid a public nappy change, but the smell was going to give him away and Auntie was sure to change him immediately. Sure enough, as they were leaving the checkout area, Auntie sniffed the air. “Oh dear,” she said, “it smells like you need a change. We’d better get you out of that dirty nappy at once!” She led him over to the baby changing room. Thankfully it was a private one with a lock on the door. Billy was much too big for the changing table obviously, but Auntie had brought the changing mat with her. “Oh dear,” said Auntie, as she undid the poppers on his dungarees, “I don’t think these plastic pants are tight enough around your legs; your poo has leaked again!” Billy went scarlet while Auntie carefully lifted his dungarees over his head, followed by his shirt, vest and plastic pants. She tied the soiled clothes into a plastic bag and got to work cleaning him up, careful to wipe every single nook and cranny. Finally, she had him lotioned, powdered and pinned into fresh nappies. Auntie was glad that she had thought to pack spare clothes; she pulled the clean plastic pants and romper out of the nappy bag. The plastic pants, which were blue, had a white lace trim around the leg holes. The romper, which was made of white towelling with blue and green stripes, had a cute elephant appliqued on the front. Billy couldn’t believe this was happening, he was about to be paraded in public wearing nothing but a baby’s romper! He could feel every eye on him as they walked back (Billy waddled) to the car. Auntie decided they needed to make one more trip. Once she had Billy buckled in she handed him the beaker cup full of squash and his chocolate buttons and tied the blue mickey mouse bib around his neck. “Our last stop is a bit of a journey poppet,” she said, “so you can have your chocolate to pass the time.” Billy should have known that he was past trying to prove he didn’t need a bib, it was plainly obvious that he did. His chocolate had started melting already, so by the time he was done his hands and face were covered in chocolate, his bib however was actually clean. Auntie had to pull over on the hard shoulder to clean him up before he got it everywhere. She got back in the car, deciding to leave the bib on him as it was clean. After about 20 minutes of driving they arrived in a grotty looking town. The streets were very busy, and he caught sight of some ten year old boys laughing at him. He realised he was still wearing the bib and slid down in his seat again. “Billy, I don’t want to have to tell you again,” said Auntie, “don’t slump in your seat, it’s dangerous.” Billy reluctantly sat up again, providing a source of entertainment for pedestrians and passengers in other cars whenever they came to a stop. Finally, Auntie parked in a pay and display. She unbuckled him and helped him out of the car, grabbed the nappy bag and led him away by the hand. Poor Billy was mortified; wearing a baby romper and a bib in this crowded town centre! They walked to the other end of town, people here weren’t as kind as back home; a group of chavvy looking teenagers jeered at him, a passing group of 12 year old laughed at him, others stared at him open mouth and made loud remarks to their shopping companions. They finally stopped outside a large shop, catering to disabled people. “May I help you?” asked the shop assistant, whose name tag told them her name was Rachel. “Yes, I am looking for plastic pants,” said Auntie, “The ones he has don’t fit properly and are causing leaks.” “Oh dear,” said Rachel, “We can’t have that!” Rachel led them to the back of the shop, where there were several bins containing plastic pants of various colours and designs. Auntie selected a teddy bear patterned pair and inspected the openings. “Would it be alright if we tried these on?” asked Auntie “I’m afraid our fitting room was painted today,” replied Rachel, “we can’t allow anyone in as the paint is still wet.” “No worries,” said Auntie, “it won’t hurt to try them on here.” Before Billy knew what she was doing, she undid the poppers on his romper and slid down his plastic pants; revealing his damp nappies. She slid the new pants up the legs of a very red faced Billy and pulled them over the nappy, she took her time inspecting them. The leg holes were very tight, but apparently this was perfect for preventing leaks. She left the new plastic pants on and refastened his romper. She selected quite a few different pairs in the same size, all in babyish pastel tones and nursery prints. “Is that everything?” asked Rachel “Actually, there is something else,” said Auntie, “do you have anything that might stop him slouching in the car?” “I have just the thing,” said Rachel, leading them to the other side of the shop. They stopped in front of a display of large car seats, easily big enough to fit Billy. “With the crotch strap in place and shoulder straps pulled snug he won’t be able to slouch or slide down,” said Rachel, “That will keep him out of trouble so you can focus on driving safely.” “Oh yes,” said Auntie, “having him in only a seat belt has been a huge distraction!” “Would you like to test one out,” offered Rachel “That would be brilliant,” said Auntie Rachel took Billy’s hand and led him towards one of the seats, Billy resisted of course but Auntie warned him that he would be having and early bedtime if he did not cooperate. Rachel managed to sit him in the cushion seat and started to arrange the straps. There was a wide padded crotch strap, the shoulder straps were attached to a chest pad, which buckled into the crotch and waist strap, Rachel tightened the straps forcing him to sit upright; finally, two chest straps went over the chest pad and were tightened, it was now impossible for Billy to lean forward. Auntie marvelled at its effectiveness. “Now these straps are only for the purposed of keeping him upright,” said Rachel, “he still needs to wear a seat belt in addition.” Once Auntie had completed her purchases Rachel offered to install it in the car for her. “I’m afraid my car’s on the other end of town,” said Auntie “That’s ok, just leave the seat here and bring your car over,” offered Rachel, “and the Tyke’s looking a little tired for the trek over, you can leave him here if you like.” “Oh, I don’t know,” said Auntie. “I’m a newly qualified carer for children like him,” said Rachel, “I’m just working here until I find a job.” “Oh, alright then,” said Auntie, handing her the nappy bag, “I’ll be as quick as I can!” “Right then little one,” said Rachel after Auntie had left, “I noticed your nappy was looking a little wet earlier.” She poked here finger through the leg hole, “It feels like you’re soaked now,” she cooed, “let’s get you in a nice dry nappy!” She found the changing pad in the bag and lay him down on the floor behind the counter, the other shop assistants gathered round to watch, oohing and aahing at his cute romper. Rachel undid his romper, removed his new plastic pants and unpinned him. “Aww,” said one of the other shop assistants, whose name tag identified her as Tracy, The Store Manager, “I love those teddy pins; they go lovely with your plastic pants!” Billy squirmed with embarrassment at the random strangers witnessing his humiliation. Rachel peeled off his nappies counting how many layers. After cleaning him up she expertly folded two of his nappies and folded a booster pad. She applied his lotion and powder, Billy thought he was going to faint at the humiliation of this young woman, only a few years his senior, cooing at him while she powdered his privates. “Very thick,” she remarked, pinning the nappies in place with his teddy bear pins, “you must be a very heavy wetter!” Billy was never more relieved to have his romper back on. “You must be thirsty after all that peeing,” remarked Tracy, rustling through the nappy bag, “do you have a drink in here?” She pulled out one of the empty beaker cups, “Oh well, we have some milk in the back room, I’ll go and pour you some!” Billy wished Auntie would hurry up; he couldn’t stand these random women fussing over him as if he were a baby. Tracy returned with a beaker full of milk. “There we go,” she cooed, handing him the drink, “drink it all up so you can grow up big and strong!” The three women gushed when he started drinking from the beaker. “We’re going to tell your Mummy that you were such a good boy for us,” cooed Rachel. Billy continued drinking, not bothering to correct her. It was only fifteen minutes later that Auntie returned, but to Billy it seemed like an eternity. “He was very well behaved for us,” Rachel told her, giving Billy a pinch on the cheek. Rachel installed his new car seat in the car and showed her again how to buckle him in properly. Billy could do nothing but sit upright; Auntie was very pleased with this. The car seat elevated him, giving all outside a very clear view of him. “Thank you so much for all your help,” said Auntie, “I’d best be getting him home now; he hasn’t had a nap all day and I bet he’s very sleepy!” She was right; Billy could feel his eyes getting heavy. He managed to fall asleep on the car ride home, despite his uncomfortable seating position.

Chapter 7 Rahul had never been through a portal before and had never studied modern or theoretical physics before, so he knew nothing about how this portal worked or what to expect inside. Rahul thought that the portal would be like the wormhole in Interstellar, but that was the extent of his expectations. As Rahul got pulled into the portal, his whole body was cold and he felt like he was floating and being crushed at the exact same time. The crushing sensation was worse initially, but seamed to get better as he fell deeper into the portal. Rahul felt like he was being thrown around the edge of a crimson black ring, but at the same time he couldn’t perceive if his body was actually moving or not. He had no control over where he was going and his whole body was being pulled through this crushing void. As Rahul was sucked into the opposite side of the sphere he felt like he was thrust through a wall of concrete that briefly turned to gelatin, but was solidifying on his way out. The whole experience was practically over before it began as Rahul’s body warmed and he touched solid ground on the other side of the portal. Rahul got excited as he looked around the basement and noticed the change in gravity. The unfinished crib, floor piano, and rocking horse all looked like AB furniture from back home. Rahul was expecting to be tossed into a worse-then-North Korea authoritarian dystopia, but instead it seemed like he’d landed in an ABDL paradise. For as long as Rahul could remember he’d been interested in diapers and couldn’t figure out why. He’d felt like a freak for most of his life and it wasn’t until he was a teenager that he discovered the ABDL community online and began to discreetly explore his little side that he’d begun to accept himself. In collage he’d been searching for local ABDL and kink events and he hadn’t gone to any yet, but he was always looking and trying his best to accept his little side. Rahul had had a couple of different boyfriends since he was seventeen, but he never felt comfortable sharing his ABDL side with any of his boyfriends. Regardless, Rahul was excited that he seemed to have landed in a nice universe instead of a desolate one. As he exited the room where he’d arrived, he glanced behind him to see the floating crimson ring with a concave void inside appear to collapse in on itself and vanish. Rahul wondered if he’d ever see that sight again or travel back through that portal. If not, this seemed like a promising new home. Rahul then headed for the stairwell and got excited when he saw the diaper disposal room sign. He couldn’t wait to see what other ABDL surprises this place had to offer. For one, the giant size of everything made Rahul feel small and he knew he’d be able to get some fantastic littlespace time here. He headed up the stairs with some difficulty and managed to get the doors open. He walked out into the hallway and gazed through the window into the nursery. As he looked in he saw Jack getting spanked and getting put in time out in the corner. As Rahul looked on he was hoping that Jack was an ABDL and enjoying all of this. Before Rahul could think of what to do next, a man who looked to be about 28 years old and 12’5” picked up Rahul and said, “What are you doing out in the hallway right now? Did a naughty little boy sneak out of the nursery and needs to be punished?” “No,” said Rahul in a small voice, as he was sent spiraling into littlespace, “I’m looking for my frwiend Jack who’s in that nursery.” “Well, I can let you play with your friend in a little while, but he’s in timeout right now and I need to get you changed into some more appropriate clothing. I always have to wonder about what kind mommy or daddy puts their little in jeans and a hoodie. Anyways, you can call me Daddy or Daddy Dan. What’s your name?” “Rahul” “Ok Rahul, let’s go and get you changed and then you can play with your friend.” Daddy Dan then picked up Rahul and carried him into the nursery. Rahul felt safe being held in Daddy Dan’s arms, he knew he was about to get changed, and he also wanted to get punished, so Rahul took the opportunity to wet and mess his pants as he was carried through the nursery door. Rahul had never had a daddy before, so this seemed like the opportunity of a lifetime for Rahul. As Rahul began to wet and mess himself he loved the sensation of the warm pee and soft mess filling his pants and getting the mess all over himself. Daddy Dan noticed the slight change in his body position and expression and initially he didn’t think much of it because he was assumed that Rahul was wearing a diaper. However, he quickly realized as he felt his shirt getting wet that something was up. “Well, it looks like baby Rahul wasn’t wearing a diaper like he should be and he happened to wet and mess himself like the little baby boy that he is. It this correct?” Rahul just nodded his head yes and frowned. Rahul was getting excited at what he hopped would happen next. This scene was something straight out of his masturbation fantasies and it was actually happening to him. “Now I don’t know if your big forgot to diaper you or if you took off your diaper, but either way you should know that if you’re not wearing a diaper something is wrong. I think I’m going to let this one slide and you won’t get punished this time, but if this ever happens again, then you’ll be in for it.” Daddy Dan said. Rahul was very disappointed because he wanted a spanking, but figured he could do something to get one later. Daddy Dan then carried Rahul into the bathroom and had Rahul sit on the edge of the hot tube sized bathtub as he began to prepare a prepare a warm bath for him. He then proceeded to strip Raul naked, throw his clothes in the trash, and clean him up with wet wipes. Daddy Dan also took off his own shirt and tossed it to the side. He noticed how Raul was getting sexually excited as he wiped him down and made a mental note. Rahul’s face turned bright red when he realized that he was getting turned on by the situation, but he couldn’t help himself. Daddy Dan had a nicely sculpted and strong body and he had just messed himself, the ultimate infantile act. On top of this, Daddy Dan was so big compared to him which made him feel super little. Rahul wounded how Daddy Dan was going to handle his sexual excitement, and he immediately began to dream up about over a dozen differ erotic scenes that could play out. This, of course, only served to make Rahul feel even more aroused and as Daddy Dan finished up with the wipes and lifted Rahul into the bathtub, Rahul’s penis was rock hard. Daddy Dan looked at Rahul and asked, “Would you like some help with your wee wee? If you want, Daddy can make you feel good and help get it out of the way.” “Yes!” Rahul said as he leaned back into the warm bath and let Daddy Dan give him a hand job. Daddy Dan didn’t disappoint Rahul. Fireworks went off inside Rahul as Daddy Dan’s large, soft hands made smooth strokes over his penis. As Rahul was getting close to orgasm, Daddy Dan suddenly stopped stroking his penis leaving him on edge. As Rahul’s hands instinctively moved downwards to finish what Daddy Dan had started, Dan pinned down Rahul’s arms with one hand and scolded Rahul saying, “Don’t worry, you’ll get to finish, but you only get to finish when Daddy wants you to. Understand? You were moving a little too fast for my liking and I want to slow things down.” Rahul nodded his head yes and only felt more turned on after being scolded by Daddy. Daddy Dan then began to slowly rub around the base of Rahul’s penis with one hand and massage in slow, strong circles around Rahul’s anus with his other hand. As the speed and intensity of Dan’s strokes increased Rahul felt the amount of internal tension and pressure skyrocket as he then hit orgasm and came. “Feel better now?” Daddy Dan asked. “Yeah, much better. I feel fantastic.” Rahul said. “Good, that’s part of Daddy’s job, to make sure my littles are happy and satisfied. Now let’s get you cleaned up and diapered.” Daddy Dan quickly bathed Rahul, dried him off with a towel, and then carried him into the nursery and set him on a changing table. Daddy Dan then put Rahul into a thick and crinkly, plastic-backed diaper and then dressed him in a Pokémon onesie and shortalls. To complete the outfit, Dan clipped a red pacifier to the strap of Rahul’s shortalls and placed a lamb stuffie in his arms. As Dan set Rahul down on the floor, Rahul saw Jack still sitting in the corner in a diaper, still stuck in time out.

After giving him 10 minutes to try Megan finally pulled pulled Thomas off then commenting, "Ok, if you don't want to try to potty then diapers it is." She went over to the diaper stack they kept and grabbed one of the smaller diapers diaper they had knowing it would fit. She spreads out a change mat right on the floor as well as diaper supplies. The diapers have Mickey mouse and Goofy designs on the tape panel. Then she starts wiping him and Thomas starts wiggling around then Megan starts to lift his legs to wipe the boy down making sure to pay special attention to his bottom making sure it was clean with no poop around while saying "No more poopies there." Then she put a suppository inside while putting her finger inside to hold it in place. Then she did the powder while pulling the diaper up to tape in place.

Molicare Super, getting soaked really quick today.

Mandy stopped spanking Thomas and removed his pants leaving just his underwear around his ankles while everyone started commenting about the accident. Next Mandy pulled down his childishly designed underwear making him lift his legs. The funny thing about it was the room had a long stretch of windows pointing to the parking lot, walkway and street. There were nanny cams in every room that beamed on the internet for parents to watch, plus Mandy sometimes used it on her website to attract customers and she flipped the switch during the spanking. "Oh it looks like someone isn't potty fully trained," she says while getting a big grin. "Mmh, yeah not only did you wet your pants, but you have streak marks of poopy like you had an accident but they aren't just light which I could forgive, but full on accidents," as she turns your undies inside out to show everyone as well as the camera. "Don't worry about your little pee pee because it's small enough that no one can tell from the street."

I am both a bed wetter and A day wetter I wet all the time

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I wore diapers to bed until I was 8 1/2 yo, because I still wet the bed. The Christmas I had when I was 8 was no exception. I woke up Christmas morning wet. When I got up mom told me I needed to get out of my wet diaper and take a bath before we had our tree. I did not want to take the time to take a bath, I was just too excited and started to have a tantrum. My mom said I either had to take a bath or she would change me and put another diaper on until I had a bath thinking that that would solve the tantrum. I was stubbon though, so I told her to just change my diaper. So for the first time in 3 or 4 years, I opened my presents while still wearing a diaper. My aunt, uncle and 3 cousins came over part way through opening our presents. When I saw my cousins come in, I asked my mother if I could get changed. But mom made me wear the diapers until everyone was finished. I was mad then, but later when mom and I were talking (II was about 12 or 13 then) she told me that she made me stay in diapers that day for a reason. In life we often have to made decisions and suffer the consequenses that go along with those decisions. We can't always change our minds later. Wearing diapers on Christmas was minor compared to others I may have in life. Everyone knew I still was in night diapers at that time so it was not that big a deal. Later as I grew older, I remembered that and was usually careful when I had to make choices. Sometimes mothers do know what they are doing.

I would like to talk to a social and sex therapist. Not because I want to stop wearing diapers, but more so to deal with my social skills with females. Actually, not with just female, but people in general. I feel like although people at my work seem to like me, they don't always take me serious, or they are amused by my tendency to go into detailed explanations of things, but no one ever tells you why. I have very good social skills in some areas of my life when talking about things like music, recording, computers, or other technical things. But with other areas, such as talking to the opposite sex, I'm a mess. Part of the problem is, I don't work with woman, so that's not helping things. I've been told by a therapist about 10 years ago when we were talking, she kept saying that I was crossing red line during our conversation. I other words, I would get too personal is what I think she meant. But to be fair to myself, people were I'm from were very personal. Not so much where I live now. Anyway, with therapy sessions costing $80 to $130+ on average, it's no wonder why people don't go for help. I have never fantasized about wanting to insert into a female, never cared about that. That might be a problem socially. It was always about the diaper. Again, I don't want to stop the diaper thing, and I see nothing wrong with it. But sometimes it's nice to talk to someone and it's total BS that there are not more affordable solutions without having to jump though 20 hoops.

Hay, who the hell said anything about role playing? I didn't say roll play wearing a diaper, I said roll play inner thoughts. I can't stand people like you who put words into people's mouths. Go piss on someone else s gate with your biggity. And secondly, all these sex therapists are $160.00 + an hour. The world is all about money today. No one gives a damn about anyone anymore. And then they all bitch about the sick people in society. Don't pretend to be without sin, and don't lecture me. I've given up on therapist's. I've given up on people. God is the only one with answers. Man is without a clue.