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Prologue “Saul, where’s your- hey, don’t you even think about going out that door!” His mother shouted as she saw him out of the corner of her eye. The screen door clattered open and he ran. From the kitchen, frantic shuffling could be heard as his adopted mother was torn between chasing after her child and the pot of boiling water on the stove. Saul had slipped the diaper off his waist just prior to this escape attempt and he knew he had a decent chance of making it away. With a quick jump, he cleared the two steps and was off the back porch and running around the side yard of the house he had shared with the Amazonian woman. As he made it to the front area of the yard, he heard the back door closing again and he knew that trouble was not far behind. He turned right and headed along the sidewalk and almost ran into another giant, much older, who was busy in her own flower beds near the road. She looked up in mild surprise at the sudden commotion in front of her and recognized the situation immediately. Rather than stop him, the woman merely chuckled and whooped after him. “Oh, we got a little nakie baby!” Saul ran across the front of her house before cutting back down between her house and the house next door. There wasn’t much space between the two, and he knew the woman who was following him had a little trouble like most of the people her size cutting sharp corners. Behind him, he heard his mother scream his name before being politely given directions by the old woman which way he had gone. He made it to the backyard and turned left again. A long wall cut across the back of the lots on this subdivision, and he hoped he could find a gap in the fence or even a stubborn homeowner that had not pushed for a privacy so he could cut across to the next street and get some more distance between him and his mother. He continued to run, and risked a short look back. Behind him, he saw a large shadow come around the corner. He quickly cut back between another pair of houses towards the street, and saw the shadow do the same. He immediately turned and continued back along the fence line. The shadow had not followed. He grinned. He might just make it away this time. Then he noticed something new. Eight houses down, a homeowner had put up their own section of privacy fence, on this side of the line of fencing. He started looking more closely at the fence line, hoping for a gap or half rotted piece he could move. He needed that opening. He ran past another house and glanced left. The shadow was keeping pace on the other side of the house. Well, time to try another trick. He ran past the house and then immediately doubled back and up the side of it. With a little luck, his mother would continue to run past for another house or two, and by then he would have come around to the front and even made it across to the other side of the street with a little luck. He grinned. This was one of the most enjoyable escape attempts to date. He almost felt a little sad that it could end this easily if he lost her. He just cleared the side yard when suddenly he saw arms reaching around the large shrubs in front of him, perfectly placed to cut off his escape. She knew what he had planned. With a chuckle and a mild shout of consternation, he jumped into the waiting arms. He was suddenly pulled close as the woman’s body dropped to a knee to avoid falling over from her charges jump into her arms. “Gotcha!” He felt himself being raised slightly and a hand brushing aside his hair and a pair of lips kissing his forehead. “I told you; no matter how far you run, I will always catch you.” Saul giggled. “I almost got away this time.” His mother shook her head and gave his nose a light touch. “Not even. That fence ruined your chances long before you made your attempt. Now, as fun as this was, you are in serious trouble mister. You are a very nakie baby and you know you aren’t supposed to be out of your diaper. Not to mention that you made me ruin some perfectly good pasta when you made your escape attempt. You realize those noodles were almost done, right? By the time I get you home, changed, and settled, they are going to be too mushy to eat.” Saul put his arms around her neck and rested his head on his shoulder. “Uh-huh. I was hoping it would give me an extra minute or two.” As they passed their neighbor’s house, the old women smiled and got to her feet. She patted Saul on the head and looked at his mother. “I see our little truant has been apprehended again. Not his greatest attempt, but certainly one of the better ones. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. He didn’t notice that young couple down the street had put up some fencing last month. He’s got to be more observant if he ever thinks he can get away from me that easily” his mother said, patting his bottom. “I’ll catch you later Mrs. Rogers. Right now, I’ve got a little boy that needs supper and a diaper rather badly.” Saul sighed in contentment as they went back inside their home and his mother grabbed his old diaper as they went into the living room and placed him on the changing table. She frowned and tossed the old one away in his pail and reached for a new pamper. “What’s on your mind sweetheart? I thought you enjoyed yourself.” “I did, but it wasn’t long enough.” His mother finished wiping him down and started powdering him. “Well, I know what will cheer you up. Lets finished getting you changed and get some yummy food in your belly, and I will tell you one of your favorite bed time stories tonight, okay?” Saul smiled knowingly. “Which one would that be?” She finished powdering him and taped up the new diaper before blowing a quick raspberry on his stomach. “How about how Mommy finally caught her wonderful baby boy?” _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Saul sat in front of the television. It was nearly midnight but his excitement was peaking as he watched the announcer. A couple hundred miles away on a set of islands, a group of over one hundred participants was completing a grueling marathon known as the Fjorders’ Double Crossing. Over twenty miles of shoreline broken up with 6 miles of running through the cold evening waters of the Fjord was a tough challenge. It would almost be a swimming contest if a little attempted it, but even the Amazonians had trouble running through up to four feet of water. From what the announcer said, over two hundred and fifty people had started the challenge, but almost half had dropped out by the halfway point as their joints had locked up. Only a hundred and ten or so were left by now, and most were floundering in the final stretch of the Fjord, trying to cope with the cold waters. The announcer made a comment that a small group far ahead of the pack had been pushing themselves hard on the final stretch, and were spotted a couple hundred meters offshore in the dark. The challenge would be over in minutes. Saul was excited. Normally, the competition would take another hour or more and he would have to go to bed and miss the end, but this year looked promising. He just had to hold out for a couple more minutes. “Saul Yurten, what on earth are you doing awake at this hour? You were supposed to be in bed more than two hours ago. Your bed time might be later than your father’s, but you know that this is far too late for a little your age to be up” the elderly voice of his grandma proclaimed from doorway to the living room. Saul looked down sheepishly. He had turned down the television fairly low, but he guess that her hearing was sharp enough to hear even that little bit of sound. “Sorry Gran, I just wanted to see the end this year. It’s a good group this year, and they are almost at the end already.” Grandma Emma was an unusual sort, but between her and Grandma Judy, he was glad that he was staying at her house currently. Grandma Judy was the law and order to Grandma Emma’s controlled chaos and unashamed spoiling of her baby and grandbaby. The old woman sat down next to him on the couch and briefly checked her hair net to make sure it was still in place. She picked up Saul and sat him in her lap, slowly patting his head and reaching a hand through a leg opening in his sleep shorts to check his pull up. “Still dry,” She proclaimed. “Now, who are we hedging our bets on this year. How’s that girl fairing, what was her name, Stephanie?” Saul shrugged. “I’m hoping she does well. From what I saw earlier, she was starting strong and stayed pretty steady through the first half the race. She’s also a recent favorite, so I have hope she wins it. She has done better each year, and last year she came in eighth. From what’s been said, it’s down to Arden, Smith, Morgansson, Tolten, and her right now in the final stretch. “Oh, Morgansson competed again this year? For a man his age, he is a handsome one. It would be nice to see him win one more time.” Their attention turned back to the program, as the announcer moved slightly out of the way and the camera zoomed in on a group of figures in the distance, blobs of blackness splashing through the water headed towards a cluster of lights set up on the beach and a set of poles with a ribbon tied between them. Saul leaned forward. “Come on Stephanie, you can do it,” he called to one of the figures on screen. “Come on Danny boy, don’t lose to these youngsters” Emma called to her champion. Just off shore, the pack started to split. One began to lag behind, then another, with the final three staying fairly close together. The water splashed up over the contestants and Saul could only imagine how cold it had to be and what they were feeling in those final feet. At the water’s edge, an older gentleman pulled away from the other two and managed to make it across the finish line first. Emma went wild, cheering for her contestant as the crowd gathered round and uttered words of congratulations. Stephanie wasn’t the second or the third. A minute later, and she wasn’t the fourth. After two more minutes, a woman in her late twenties ran up onto the beach and across the finish line to warm applause like those before her. Saul and Emma chatted for a bit before a third form walked through the doorway from a bedroom down the hall. A grown man in a dark green flannel footed jumper walked in with a blanket in one hand while his other rubbed at his eyes. “What are you guys doing? Some of us are trying to sleep, you know.” Emma got up and quickly picked him up, cooing slightly and patting his back. “I’m sorry baby. Mommy and Saul were just watching the end of the race, and we weren’t watching how loud we were. I know you need your sleep more than your son does, so how about I warm you a nice bottle of milk and get you back to bed, ok? “Sounds good,” he drowsed as his mother carried him off to the kitchen. Saul went ahead and turned off the television. He knew what was coming next. He poked his head into the kitchen to see his grandma gently bouncing his father and watching a bottle heating up in the microwave. “Hey Grandma, I’m just going to go ahead and head to bed, okay? I turned off the television.” Emma nodded. “Go ahead and wait by the changing table. I know how you get when you’re excited, and I want you in a nice night diapee. I’ll have your father back in a minute and then I will change you. Also, remember that even with no school tomorrow, you still have homework due the day after. Your grandma Judy wants it all done by the end of the day tomorrow.” The microwave beeped and she took out the bottle, screwed on the cap, and handed it to her son. “Oh, and your mother wanted me to remind you that you have two books that are due back as well, so don’t forget to bring those along too!” Saul nodded. It was the penalty he lived with to have a mother and two grandmothers doting on him all the time. He always had to focus on his studies, but wasn’t so bad. He’d finish his work and then get to go outside and run. Best part was that he only had a few weeks until he graduated anyways, and then he wouldn’t have to worry about it ever again. It was a good life, and one he wouldn’t change a bit.

So I'm really not to sure where to start, but I'm 22 years old, and my whole school life has been based on the shame of this truth about me wanting to be diapered forever, especially since a particular incident in my first day of pre-school, and especially since another incident where I was 15, both incidents are two different scenarios, the preschool incident was the most embarrassing of the 2, and I'm really shy about going into it, especially when this is the first time I've ever posted on this forum, and I've finally got my mother to understand why to quit bringing up the pre-school incident where I pooped my pants in class and was repeating "Don't poop pants" later on that day, and then the incident from when I was 15 was way more different, because my father held me and my mother hostage on a high speed chase where I apparently had to pee so badly, and cried because I never wanted to think about death or wetting my skinny jeans fullblast, my father kept telling me "Just pee your pants" and I didn't want to think about it, so my crying and moaning to an extent I wished I wasn't in that car, and was at home in bed wearing an adult diaper, and being someone's adult baby, which is a thought I fell in love with, I could go into more detail about why I didn't want to think about it, because I was afraid of some awful things happening with me if I wet my skinny jeans, and for about the past month, I've been in doubt of finding someone who could diaper me forever, and baby me and nurture me like I want to be nurtured, and treat me the way I want to be treated, dress me up like a beautiful women, and show me off, take me out, change my diapers, and let me wear panties over my diaper, and just be gentle with me, and treat me the way I desire to be treated, and have my freedom to live to be myself, and I'm desperate for that special person who would take care of me like that, and some times I cry tears about the fear of never finding or meeting that special person, very desperate, and feeling like the only one who feels like this most of the time.

I am not sure if it is the exact right word but the only one that comes to mind is humility. Every time I ever see someone that is weird or doing something odd, I am always reminded by my padded butt that some people are just different and who am I to judge and odd is the spice of life. Since fully embracing the community if I ever catching myself having any sort of "morally superior" or judgemental thoughts I have an anchor in sanity. Yesterday I caught myself. An older teen or young adult man was walking into a store with a tie dye crop top stomach fully exposed. I found myself being judgemental before I caught myself. And then I thought "You do you. Rock the hell out of that thing"

Interesting start, please continue.

thanks, black betty (ramblelamb)

The broken sleep was not truly restful and by the time five o’clock rolled around I dead tired but wide awake. The cold damp padding encasing my lions having become very uncomfortable and all I could think about. I could already start to smell the stale urine smell and I wanted so badly to finally man up and rip off the diaper. I just sighed though when I thought of the video clip she had shown me. Just the mere mention of something like that getting out to all my hockey buddies would be the death of me. What if my brother or sister or worse my folks saw it? How would I be able to explain it to them? Gently rolling out of bed I stood up in the thick bulging diapers and walked towards my bathroom in the natural habit of relieving myself upon waking up. The crinkle was deafening in the early morning silence. Knowing I was expected to just use my diaper waddled over and stood in front of the toilet. Closing my eyes and pretending it was just an ordinary morning I struggled for five minutes before slowly I was able to let go and really flood my diapers. They seemed to be swollen to capacity but the warmth of the latest wetting did make them feel a bit better again. Taking a quick moment to brush my teeth and then wash my face pausing momentarily when I looked up into the mirror. The image that stared back at me was a pathetic sight. Waddling back into my room I headed to my closet to find anything that would sort of conceal the diapers that were drooping quite noticeably. Not a single pair of pants I had would fit over and let me do up the button. Tried on a few different pairs of sweat pants before I found one that kind of hid the diapers. The saggy drooping diapers pushed down the sweatpants a bit leaving much more of the waist band exposed than I would have liked. Trying to counter this I found my longest fitting tee-shirt and pulled it on but while it hid the waist band it also seemed to just pull tight across the diapered area making it seem more obvious as to what I was wearing. Looking around for something else to hide the diapers I found an old oversized hoodie and tossed it on before walking back into the bathroom and check myself out in the mirror. If someone had a bad cataracts they just might not be able to tell but aside from that I was certain it was impossible to not tell. At least it was still early in the morning and not many people might be about. Catching a cab back to the arena I rejoiced in the fact it was a barren and empty parking lot before hoping in the truck cringing at the feeling of the soggy padding when I sat as I could feel pee leak out form the padding and lap around my balls before slowly absorbing back in. I just needed to make the day then this could all end I kept telling myself. With that I turned the key and off I set to Wendy’s apartment. Sure when I pulled up I was over an hour early, the clock have not even struck six, but the streets were not yet filled with people. Not content to just sit in my truck for another hour killing time, besides I was really getting sick of the feel of the wet diaper, I jumped out of my truck and walked over to the front doors. Standing at the entrance I quickly looked up her apartment number and gave it a buzz. I could hear a few rings before whomever was on the other end hung up. Waiting a second I punched in the apartment number again. Once more there was no answer. Sure I was a little early and she was most likely asleep but it was Wendy’s who wanted me here. Third times the charm I tried the buzzer once more. Before it even range I heard a key turn in the entrance door behind me. A man who looked more asleep than awake paid me no heed and right in. I waited just to the last second before reaching over and grabbing the door letting myself into the building. Letting my unknowing door man catch his own elevator I then waited for it to return before getting in and pressing the button for the thirty-second floor. As the elevator shot off I just kept telling myself, just make it through the day, just make it through the day. Once the elevator doors opened I retraced my steps from the day before and was soon standing before the door to Wendy’S apartment. Taking in a deep breath I started pounding on the door. I waited a bit and no answer so I started pounding on it again. Still no answer. Getting annoyed I pulled out my phone and just kept hitting redial for five minutes straight until at last I heard a groggy and annoyed sounding “Who is it?” as Wendy finally answered. “It’s me Ryan. I’m at your front door, let me in.” I barked. “Your early baby, just give mommy a second.” I could hear the sounds of footsteps slowly coming to the door before with the click of a lock the door swung open to reveal a disheveled looking Wendy in a house coat. She quickly embraced me in a huge exclaiming “Awww baby just could not wait to see his mommy again could he?” Her hand migrated down to my bottom and poked at the dropping material hanging around my waste. “Feels like baby did a lot of pee pee in his diapie. I bet he wants mommy to get him all cleaned up and put into a nice fresh one doesn’T he?” With that she stared into my eyes as if waiting for a reply. It took me a few seconds to clue into what she wanted but feeling her softly pat the diaper I got it. “Yes please mommy.” A large smile crossed her face as she offered up her hand “Take mommies hand then baby.” With that I was pulled into her apartment and led to her bed. There I stood as she slowly removed first my hoodie, taking her time to fold it up neatly. Then my tee-shirt repeating the process before pulling down my sweat pants stopping along the way to poke her finger in the leg band and exclaiming. “Oh dear you real do wet heavy. I might have to start triple diapering you.” Before continuing to pull down my pants. “Left foot up baby.” I complied as she pulled my foot out of the pant leg. “Now your right one baby.” Once more I did as she commanded. Folding my sweat pants up as well she disappeared to her closet with them returning instead with one all her baby changing supplies, this time the fresh diaper was one of the ones that had BABY in block letters across the front. As well as it looked like a baby blue top. Laying a mat underneath me she pushed me back a bit and I instinctively laid on my back on top of the mat. Then pulling of each of my socks she slowly went to work pulling off each one of the four tabs of the outer diaper first with no sense of urgency before repeating the task with the inner diaper. The whole time she hummed the annoying nursery rhyme tune. The front of the diaper loose she started to rub and tease me just getting me to rise to attention before pulling the front away. The cool air feeling oddly strange on my skin. “Looks like you are still loving your diapers aren’t you baby?” as she inspected the diaper closer “and you listened to mommy and made sticky in your diaper didn’t you?” Feeling beyond humiliated and knowing when she asked me these questions she expected and answer I replied. “Yes mommy.” She sweetly answered back “Good baby.” Before grabbing some wipes and setting to work cleaning me up. The first touch of the cold wipe on my dick caused it to stand down. She chuckled to herself and returned to her humming. My arms moved up and covered my face as if that would shield me from the whole process but only added to my misery when Wendy said “Is my baby a little shy, aww don’t worry here take your paci.” Popping in the pacifier to my mouth. Sucking on it did seem to help my mind wander as I dreamed of being anywhere but there and for the most part succeeding only hearing her sing out commands. “Lift up baby.” “Scoot over a touch.” “Now we are going to make you smell all nice.” Before I knew it she was slowly stroking my dick causing it to rise to attention again as the sweet smelling perfume of the baby lotion entered my nostrils. Just as I started to join in on her motion with my hips she stopped and sprinkled me with baby powder before bringing up the front of the diaper and taping it securely in place. Trapping me in a sexually frustrated state. Taking my hands she pulled me up to my feet before exclaiming. “Look how adorable your new diaper is.” With that she gave me a quick rub through the padded material. “It has your name written right across the front of it just so we know whose diapers these are.” I hung my head feeling completely emasculated. “You are probably not old enough to read yet so let mommy help you out. One by one she poked into my diaper B A B Y, Do you know what that spells? BABY! And that is what you are.” There was no way I was going to make it through the day if she kept this up. Grabbing the light blue shirt off to the side she told me “Arms up now.” Before pulling it down over my head. Once she had it pulled down over my diaper I realized this was one of the onesies she had shown me and mentally flinched as I heard each snap along the crotch click closed. With the she looked up beaming at me rubbing the padding through the front of the onesie before giving me a peck on the cheek. “Now you were a fussy little baby and woke mommy up early so crawl into bed while mommy goes and gets you a bottle so we can have a little nap.” Turning around she left the room. I looked down at the front of my onesie and noticed a big character of Winnie the Pooh and had to struggle to keep myself from crying from the shame I was feeling. I crawled up onto the bed as asked though and waited for her to return. Once she did she tucked me in under the covers before cuddling up in big spoon again. The warmth of her body radiated to me and I could feel her breath and focused on that calming rhythm to keep from completely breaking down. Wendy pulled the pacifier out of my mouth then promptly placed the nipple from the baby bottle in its place and I nursed back the sweet apple juice contents before somehow managing to drift off to sleep. When I came too I was in a blissful state momentarily forgetting my predicament. My hips were genteelly pulsing forwards and one by one my senses came to. First the smell of the baby lotion, then the sound of my diaper crinkling lastly the sight of Wendy’s hand rubbing the front of my diaper. No sooner had I become fully alert then the rubbing of my diaper stopped. Slowly she pulled her hand away and I could feel myself thrusting further forward trying to re-establish contact with it before she just ran it up my side giving me a little tickle before saying. “You are just too adorable but mommy thinks it is time we got up and enjoyed our day together though.” With that she threw back the covers before rolling out of bed and coming over taking my hand to and pulling me out of bed in toe. With my hand firmly in hers she started to lead the way before stopping and looking back at me. “You know I think you should crawl when we are in the house.” “I don’t want to crawl” Awww “Baby seems to be a grumpy pants. Now remember you need to mind your manners and address me properly today as well as not fuss when I tell you to do something. Unless of course you want your little diaper humping video getting out.” That was enough of a threat for me and slowly I dropped to my hands and knees. “Sorry mommy.” “Good baby now follow mommy.” With a bit of a jump in her step she continued into the main room of the apartment before directing me to sit at the base of her couch. “Now sit here and be good while mommy makes you some breakfast.” With that she flicked on the TV and then walked away with the remote to the kitchen. “Oh no! Naughty Noo-Noo!” came blaring from the TV. Just great I was going to have to sit here dressed as a baby listening to Teletubbies. Just how I wanted to spend my Sunday. Returning from the kitchen Wendy produce another bottle and said “Now be a good baby and make sure that is all gone by the time I have your food ready or I will be giving you two more.” Begrudgingly I started sucking back the new bottle before pulling it away from my mouth and trying to make any sense of what was happening in the Teletubies show “Po cootah!”, “Laa-Laa cootah!” How did this actually become a real television show? “Uh oh looks like someone was a naughty baby and didn’t listen to mommy.” Looking over to Wendy I saw her looking down adoringly at me. Then past her I looked at the table and saw a large bowl with steam raising off it sitting in the middle of the table. Realizing what this meant I put the bottle to my lips and started sucking feverishly and in no time had the bottle finished. I hoped this was good enough for Wendy as I just looked over to her waiting for a response. “Looks like someone is a real thirsty baby good thing you are getting two more bottles now.” My heart sank as I was already beginning to feel the pressure slowly growing in my bladder and while it was inevitable that I would be wetting at some point during the day I was hoping it was going to be later instead of sooner. “Crawl over to the table and mommy will help you into your seat.” I did as instructed and once I was there she grabbed my arm saying “Up” so I stood up only to have her pat my padded butt before guiding me into a chair. “Now wait there and mommy with be right back with a new baba for you.” Now that I was at the table I was better able to inspect the bowl which was filled up to the rim with porridge. It was more than enough to have happily fed two people with ease. Beside it sat a lone solitary spoon. My eyes grew as I clued in Wendy intended to feed me the whole bowl. Caught in a trance as I stared at the bowl I was awoken when I saw a the baba return full of juice once more. Wendy pulling up a chair beside me playfully brushed my hair before producing a bib and with a bit of pageantry secured it around my neck. Looking down at it I read what was embroidered upon it. “Silly Mommy my cape goes on the other way.” I thought it was kind of funny so let a stifled laugh pass my lips which seemed to make Wendy happy. Draping one arm over my shoulder she pulled the bowl towards her saying “I think my baby likes his new bib doesn’t he?” As I opened my mouth to object she skillfully guided a spoonful of the porridge into my mouth. I never closed my mouth though so as she withdrew the spoon still with most of it’S contents on it she purposely smeared the spoonful across my face. Glaring at her she just continued on “I have such a fussy little baby, maybe he needs mommy to give him a little spanking to get him to behave.” Her up to now motherly look changing to a stern look to meet my glare. Realizing she was getting annoyed and trying to explain myself I said “I not hungry and I don’t like porridge.” Wendy still with a stern look on her face placed the spoon back in the bowl and used her freed up hand to firmly grab my chin and and force me to look in her eyes. “Baby I have already given you one warning, this is your second. You are to do whatever mommy wants today that is finale. Not only are you going to eat all this porridge but you are going to greedily welcome each and every spoon I bring to your mouth. Because I know you are just a baby and did not know any better I am going to give you one more chance but after that your little video is going to be shared everywhere.” With that she released my chin and I could not help but look down in defeat. “Look up at mommy baby and tell me if you understand.” Slowly I raised my eyes back to meet hers probably looking like a dog that had been beaten. “I understand mommy.” Gleefully she cried out while giving my diapered crotch a fir pat before sneaking in a finger to do a diaper check. “Good now lets get back to feeding mommies little baby. I kind of think secretly you are wanting to make mommy to share your cute little home video there. One more thing baby I expect you to be wet by the time you are done eating.” The threat was real in my mind and I ate spoonful after spoonful to well past the point where I felt like I was going to burst. All the while trying to make myself pee into my diaper. Try as I might my subconscious was not willing to submit to the will of Wendy and I just could not wet. The last couple mouthfuls swallowed, Wendy dotingly wiped all the porridge I had managed to miss and was all over my face before asking “So did my baby wet himself?” I could only look down about to burst into tears as I knew this was my last chance and my life was over, she was going to post that video. As if reading my thoughts and confirming my fears she spoke up “Tsk, tsk I guess you really do just want everyone to see what a big baby you are.” Starting to rise from her seat I forcibly pulled her back into the seat “I’m sorry mommy I really am trying to go I just can’t.” In a panic I scanned the table spotting the full baba sitting there still. “I just need to be fed another baba is all and I am sure I will be able to wet myself. I’m really trying.” Releasing her hand she said nothing as she stood up and started to walk away from the table. That was it I was done. Only a few strides away she looked back at me catching my gaze. My misty eyes about to burst open with tears she said “Awww okay baby you look so cute I believe you are trying. Grab your baba then crawl over to the couch.” As she walked over to it and sat down in the middle. I was over joyed with her decision and in quick time had grabbed my baba and crawled over to her obediently sitting at her feet waiting her next instruction. “Okay now climb up onto mommies lap and straddle her.” It was a little awkward but I managed and soon we were sitting face to face. Her face just beaming with confidence “Such a good baby, yes you are” she exclaimed as she nuzzled her face into mine rubbing our noses together. “Now give mommy your baba.” I did as requested and in an overhand grip she rested it on top of her shoulder and told me to drink. Moving my head in she started to whisper encouragements to me while rubbing my back. AS the bottle almost came to a finish though and still having not wet myself her whisper of encouragement turned back to one of warning. “This is your last chance baby flood your diapers for mommy and prove just what a cute little helpless baby you really are.” Cheating a bit by only mocking a sucking action on the bottle I scrunched up my face push and pushing on my bladder to release itself. A brief little squirt came out and I breathed a sigh of relief relaxing thinking I was finally going to wet myself. As soon as I relaxed it stopped so I had to go back to pushing as hard as I could. Wendy seemed to be loving the show I was putting on for her as she half in laughter said “Good baby go on wet your diaper, do it for mommy you are almost there and it is going to feel so good once you do.” For a few minutes more I pushed until finally the stream started again. Relaxing again this time I kept my mind on the stream and managed to keep going and going and going. It seemed like it took an eternity to empty my bladder and as I felt my warm pee trickling down over my scrotum and pooling in my diaper I could feel Wendy starting to drive her hips up a bit creating an erotic sensation where I could feel my balls dipping in and out of the increasing amount of pee in my diaper. This made it harder to maintain the stream as I was getting very aroused. Expelling as much urine as I could I synched in my hips thrusting with the movement of Wendy. “Good baby” Wendy whispered into my ear. “Now finish your bottle up.” With my eyes closed I sucked back on the bottle draining the last few mouthfuls all while still pumping my hips. As soon as the bottle was finished though Wendy spoke louder. “Okay baby time to stop humping your diaper.” Still overly excited I tried to keep going but she just brought her hand up my back and grabbed my ear forcefully giving it a twist. The pain causing my head to try to twist with the ear I stopped. “Sorry baby but you have to learn to listen to mommy.” With that she went right back to rubbing my back ever couple rubs giving me a few pats on the back. Eventually leaving me to let loose with a deafening beelch. It seemed to take us both off guard and I just looked at her and shrugged “Sorry” She just smiled and laughed back tickling my sides a bit making me squirm. For a split second I was actually having a good time. No, I couldn’t be having a good time trapped as a baby with this women. My mind resetting back to just begrudgingly making it through the day so I could delete that video she had of me. Wendy seemed to see my demeanour change again so she spoke up “Alright little pissy pants lets go get you changed follow mommy.” Crawling off her lap I followed in behind her thinking she was just going to lead me to her bed instead she opened up her ensuite and had me crawl to the middle of the bathroom before commanding “Sit there while mommy draws you a bath.” I did as told still trying to get use to the feeling of sitting in a wet diaper as she turned on the taps testing the temperature before being satisfied she squirted some bubble bath into the water in not time huge mounds of bubbles were foaming. While this was going on she pulled down her pants calmly as could be and sat on the toilet. I looked up at her and she just said with a smirk “Mommies use toilets because they are all grown up but babies like you are so lucky because they just get to crawl around with their toilets wrapped around them.” This brought home the situation to me and I did start to sulk staring at the floor not being able to watch her flaunt her position over me. When she had finished her business she stood up turning off the taps before walking over to me. “Okay lay down baby and we will get that icky diaper off you.” I laid down passively and Wendy turned it into a whole spectacle slowly popping each snap of the onesie while teasing me about what she might find in my diaper. Once my diaper was exposed she kept at it reminding me about how my name was blazed across the front of the diaper once more slowly pointing out and spelling B A B Y before pulling the tabs and releasing me from the wet confines of the diaper. The cool feel of fresh air on my skin was a welcomed relief. Helping me to my feet she then pulled the onesie off me and led me to the tub guiding me into the warm soothing water. Being bathed by her was a sensual experience and once more I found myself enjoying the experience loosing track of time until she said “All done baby now stand up.” I did as I was told and was about to step out of the tub when she swatted my leg. “No stay in the tub baby we need to take care of this little problem.” With that she gave some of my pubic hairs a stiff tug causing me to jump a little bit. She turned around to grab a few things from the vanity. When I saw what was in her hands I opened my mouth to protest but she just slid a pacifier in it and shot me the stern glance I knew meant I needed to just follow her instructions. “Babies don’t have all that icky hair down there besides it really makes cleaning up during diaper changes a pain” Grabbing a pair of scissors so continued “Baby just needs to listen to mommy and everything will be okay. If you don’t” Snapping the scissors together to make a loud snip sound. “Well baby wouldn’t want that now would he?” Feeling nothing but disgust at myself for continuing along with her regression of me I just shook my head no and looked down. Watching her work I saw the signs of my maturity and manhood be first trimmed down then covered in saving cream and lastly shaved smooth as a babies bottom. Speaking of which having my rear shave was the most humiliating as she made me pull my cheeks apart so she could get every last hair. It was only once she did that I was then allowed to exit the tub and she dried me off with a big fluffy towel. “All clean baby, now let’s get you ready for our big day out.” “Big bay out?” was all I managed from behind my pacifier as she guided me by the hand to her bed.

ALL us guys should learn from you!!! Forget the middle of the night bathroom trips! Screw the pills! Wet your diaper and go back to sleep! WOW.

22.) "Ister Marie." The woman hadn't taken long to arrive, a gown wrapped around her body, and she'd heard those last two words. "Go to your room, right now." Ister looked flustered, frustrated, and whimpered, nodding, and brushing past the woman, tears in her eyes. "Are you alright, Little Luzy?" How far through her barrier had Ister pushed? Only the innocent name-drop would help for her to know. I slapped the woman's hand away, stumbling backward. The girl was gone. She'd ran. Tears flooded my eyes and I shook with the ferocity of a storm. I looked at the woman, the woman in front of me, without recognition. Everything was hurting. "S-stay away from me… don't touch me…" The answer to how far the veil had been pushed was deeply, it seemed. The woman smiled, undeterred, and took a step closer, cornering Luzy between the wall and her body. And one hand raised as if to strike her, and Luzy winced, but the woman didn't strike. She placed her hand on her cheek, and smiled. "Hello there, Little Luzy. My name is Nora, and I'm taking care of you." I looked up at the woman curiously. But the curiosity was surface expression. I waited, quiet, until she came closer, and I hit her as hard as I could in the shoulder, running past her and down the hall. It wasn't like yesterday, when I was stuck. I wasn't stuck. I could run. I could hide. And that's what I did. From the kitchen to the dining room, to the living room, and a door. I opened it, pulling myself into a bedroom, and looked around frantically. Bed. Bathroom. But where I hid was the wardrobe. I curled up behind the coats, shaking. Stay quiet. Stay quiet… "Hello in there, Miss." The maid was seated on the bed — she had been the entire time, and Luzy had been such a whirl of rushing fervor that she must have overlooked the black and white uniformed woman. Marta smiled faintly, talking to the closet even though the door was closed and the girl didn't answer. "Is there something you're afraid of, Miss?" She didn't know where I was. She didn't. She was just talking. Tears poured down my cheeks. I just needed to get out of here. A knock came, not on the door, but to my right. It scared the Hell out of me, and I tumbled out of the wardrobe with five pairs of shoes. I looked up at the maid and stumbled to my feet, looking to run again. "Miss. You're in my quarters, and I've locked the door to keep you safe. If you could tell me perhaps what is wrong, I could be of aid." Marta wasn't too much taller than Luzy, and she knew what had happened last night, so she presented as timid and unimposing demeanor as could be. She was smart, and smart meant being sweet, and sweet and helpful and cheerful were things that won peoples trust. My eyes shined like glass and I shook my head. I looked past the woman at the door, at the lock. True to her word, it was locked. Or at least, it looked it. Then, suddenly, a knock. "Marta?" "No one in here," she said simply. There wasn't a second knock. The woman who had cornered me did not make another sound. "…I wanna get out," I whispered. "H-help me get out…" "Of course, Miss. You're in such distress, I only want to be sure — do you know where it is you are?" Marta strongly suspected Luzy did not. Perhaps, she thought she was elsewhere, captured again by that dastardly man, or maybe even worse — still back in that building in the first place. I opened my mouth to answer, but I hesitated. I felt my fingertips shake at my side and I slowly hung my head. Finally, after a minute of deliberating, I shook it. I really didn't know where I was… I didn't even know the last thing I remembered… "This is the estate of Eleanora Bisketti — that was her at the door a few moments ago. I am her personal maid, and my name is Marta." This would be first contact as much as that could be thought of as such. "Miss Eleanora takes in runaway girls from horrible situations and gives them a place to live, cares for them, and helps them to recover. Did you come from a horrible place, Miss?" “No,” I said bluntly, but my eyes showed otherwise. I was lying to her. I remembered the fire. I remembered the heat on my cheeks. I couldn't breathe. I fell back against the wall and shook my head, biting my lip. I was going to be sick… "…I just wanna leave…" And go where? Did I have a home anymore…? There was a tea-cart alongside the bed, and the maid had poured out a cup of simple tea with cream and honey while Luzy had stumbled for an answer. She extended it with one hand, and used her other to guide Luzy's fingertips to take the delicate cup. "Please sit, Miss, and drink. There is always time for tea. Perhaps you might tell me your name?" Not that Marta didn't know, but it was a trust exercise. "L-Luzy…" I was shaking, and that meant the teacup was shaking. I took the cup in both hands to steady the tea, to keep it from splashing, and managed just barely. I couldn't stop completely, though. And I didn't sit down. I stood, close to the wall, as close to the door as could be. "Miss Luzy. It is very nice to make your acquaintance." Marta curtseyed and smiled politely. "My name is Marta, and I've been Miss Eleanora's maid for quite some time. Her house, where you are, is actually underground. With a large, walled-off courtyard above for privacy and protection. There are many runaways from abusive, horrible situations, you see. And she helps them. One such girl arrived not so long ago — a nasty man enticed her with promises of emotional help… and tried to turn her into something perverse." Why was I here? Was this because… no, I would remember! Right? I didn't feel right, though. I felt like I did remember. I just didn't remember remembering… "…I just wanna go home…" I sipped the tea only after the girl did. No drugs. No anything. I nervously checked the room every couple seconds. "And do you know where that is, Miss? Miss Eleanora provides a home, because often girls in bad situations don't have one to go back to. The girl who escaped that dreadful man, and the fiery building, this is her home, now. And one other girl, too, but sometimes there are more." She honestly didn't seem to remember, and that was simply fascinating. Where had all her memories from the interim gone? "…fire…" I stumbled at putting the teacup back on the cart. I rubbed my wet eyes with both hands and shook my head. "I… I have to go…" I turned and opened the door, but with just one step outside, the woman was in front of me again. I looked up at her with panic, scrambling to slam the door in her face again. "She's not here to harm you, Miss Luzy. You're here to be helped. That man did horrible things to you, and of course you have the right to be afraid. And distrustful. He's gone, now, and nobody will ever be able to harm you, here. At least, perhaps, hear what Miss Eleanora has to say?" Marta was very polite, and soft-spoken, and easy to trust and to listen to. She had no agenda, and perhaps that was why she was so genuine sounding. With only two sides to the room, I had to choose favorites. Marta. Or the woman. I chose Marta, standing on her side of the room, as far away from the woman and the door as physically possible. I played nervously with my fingers in front of me, eyes shining like glass. "…wan' leave… let me leave… please… please…" "I'm going to take you to your room, here, Miss Luzy. And Miss Eleanora won't say anything if you don't wish for her to." The maid gently slipped her hand into Luzy's, her silky white glove soft on the damp skin, and she began to lead her toward the door. "Will you be brave for me? It's only a little way down the hall." My room here? I had a room here? I played quietly with the edges of my nightgown, trying not to cry anymore. The maid led me through the hall, past the woman, who made no motion to grab me or touch me. Finally, we were again by the bathroom, the one I'd run from, and down the hall, doors to bedrooms.

Could just be a woman who is easily aroused, just saying.

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.

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! ♡

The final instalment of the story finds Carter finally able to go home. --- This story, like all my other ones, has been available on my Patreon page for the last week. The lovely people who pledge at the $5 level get to see all my public story updates one week before anyone else and those at the $10 tier also get access to TWENTY-ONE exclusive stories. 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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.

It might also help to spread the wetness around. I'm safely assuming you're female based on the gender you've provided; and as women we have a distinct problem of wetting in one concentrated spot. I haven't used that brand, but I can confirm that I've run into issues with the crotch of a diaper ready to leak while the front and back are totally dry. I'll often lay on my back for a slow wetting so the wetness spreads around and makes it easier for the diaper to wick into the remaining dry areas. It isn't foolproof, but sometimes helps. I also sit while wetting often, and that also seems to help as the SAP is compressed as it absorbs, thus absorbing less but pressing out less too. If you'd like to talk further with me via PM I'd be delighted.

The warmth of the mess as it comes out and spreads in the seat of my diaper. Then the feeling of a squishing over my butt and up between my legs when I sit down in it. It feels awesome to just walk around with the sticky, squishy load moving around back there. I often sit in my messy diaper for hours and enjoy the wonderful feeling. You really need to try it for yourself, at least once.

Chapter 15. Jordan “What’s wrong, Jordy,” Kate asked me impatiently. We were lying on the sofa together watching a movie. “Nothing, honey. Just trying to get comfortable,” I told her, “Sorry.” She looked annoyed and turned back to the TV. Try as I might, I couldn’t get comfortable, and it wasn’t because of the couch. I itched down there, it hurt a little, and it felt like it was getting worse. I tried to discretely scratch myself down there, impossible to do through my shorts and diaper. Finally, Kate exhaled, paused the movie and gave me a dirty look. “Do you need to go change your diaper?” “No.” I really didn’t. It was wet, but it could hold more. I blushed and felt like I shrunk an inch when Kate looked at me doubtfully, like I was a toddler who didn’t want to stop playing long enough to get his pants changed. Kate sat up, leaned over, and put her hand up my shorts, giving me a you-better-not look when I jumped back a little in surprise. “You’re wet,” Kate announced. “I know, but these diapers can hold more.” “Apparently not comfortably,” she said, assuming that was why I was uncomfortable. “Really, you should go change.” “Honey, I promise it doesn’t need to be changed yet.” She sighed at me. “Stand up.” I rolled my eyes but stood up in front of her, and she whisked my shorts down as soon as I did. “You need to go change,” she said to me with a quick glance at my diaper. “But...” She cut me off, “Do you have any idea how ridiculous you are right now, arguing with me over a diaper change like a three-year-old? Do you need your bottom swatted like one, too?” She gave me a swat as I went to go change, and it hurt, which it wouldn’t normally through a wet diaper. I went to our bathroom and took off my diaper, and the air felt good and bad at the same time. I I passed a wipe over my perineum, and that just plain hurt. I put a foot on the vanity and tried to twist to I could see what the problem was in the mirror, but I couldn’t get a good view. Wishing we had a hand mirror I could squat over, I recalled the vows we exchanged – for better or worse, in sickness and in health - and called out, “Katie, could you come here for a second?” She came in slowly, sticking her head around the door rather than walk right in. I suppose it was a sign of how far I’d come that while I was embarrassed, I at least managed to keep my anxious stammer to a minimum. “Something h-h-hurts, and I can’t s-see it.” She came into the bathroom. “Where does it hurt?” “My p-perineum.” “What’s that?” “The medical name for my taint,” I told her. She smiled ever so slightly and then hid it. I started to blush. “Well, I’m not gonna squat underneath you, so grab a towel and lay on the bed.” I followed her into the bedroom and did as she said. “Open your legs for me” She inspected me for a second. “Yeah, you’re definitely red down here. Move your bits out of the way.” I lifted my sack up so she could see under it. “Jordy! You’re bright red down here!” She sounded equal parts concerned and upset with me. “What do you think it it?” “Jordan Louis, it’s a diaper rash, duh. Have you been using rash cream at each change?” “Yes,” I lied. She looked at me like a fibbing toddler again. “Stay right here.” She went to the bathroom, and I could hear her rummaging under the sink. She looked pissed when she came back in. “This rash cream, this almost full tube of rash cream?” I let my head drop down to the bed. I’m not sure why I lied, or why I didn’t think it would be such an easy lie for her to figure out. All I had to do was think four seconds ahead, and I didn’t seem able to manage it in the moment. “Roll over,” she ordered me. “Honey ...” “Now!” Her tone, and knowing I was only going to make it worse if I didn’t do as I was told, convinced me. As soon as I did, I got five sharp spanks on my butt, smacked out in time with my wife sternly saying to me, “You. Do. Not. Tell. Lies.” She sat down next to me on the bed. “You deserve a much bigger spanking, but your butt has a little rash, and I’m not that mean. It’s not as bad on your butt as under your bits.” “Sorry,” I mumbled. “Why did you lie to me?” “I thought you’d be mad.” “I more disappointed about the rash. We talked about you taking care of yourself down there.” “I just get lazy about it sometimes,” I said by way of excuse. “I never got a rash down there before.” “You’ve never been in diapers 24/7 before. I am mad about you lying to me, but I’m not going to spank on a diaper rash ... At least, not this time. But you are going to go to bed early.” “It’s only 7:30!” The look she gave me was withering. “Do I need to wash the lies out of your mouth, buster?” “No!” I absolutely did not want to learn what soap tastes like. “Roll back over and spread your legs again.” I did, and she took another look. “This looks bad. It looks wet.” “I’ll use the cream from now on.” “I know you will, but I think you need to go see the doctor.” “That’s ... I don’t think so. Can we just see how the rash cream does on it?” I did NOT want to go see my doctor about a diaper rash. “Honey,” Kate said patiently, “This looks ...” She sighed. “I’ll look at it again in the morning, and if it’s any worse, I’m taking you to the doctor. Okay?” Knowing that was the best deal I was going to get, I accepted with a nod. “Now, go change and be back in here with the lights out in 5 minutes. I’ll come check on you.” When I sat up the next morning, I regretted it. I eased myself off the bed and waddled toward the bathroom with Kate watching me. You’d have thought I’d been riding a horse with neither saddle for him nor pants for me. “We’re going to the doctor,” Kate declared as she watched me. “Okay,” I eagerly agreed over my shoulder. Kate worked from home, and I tried to do the same. I eventually retreated to the guest bedroom, took off my shorts and diaper, and laid on my stomach with my legs open behind me, trying to type in that position. An hour later, Kate came in holding a towel. “Lay on this,” she said, kneeling down next to me. “Why?” “In case you have an accident, and to keep the rash cream you slathered on your diaper area off the carpet.” The second point was valid, and I propped myself up while Kate pushed the towel under me. “I’ll order some washable pads later,” she said. I decided not to say anything in response. I couldn’t tell if she was joking or what her deal was, but I knew I was on thin ice. “We’re leaving in another hour, and yes, you have to wear a diaper.” “I know,” I said. I wanted to. I knew air was the best thing for a diaper rash, and I still wanted to put my diaper back on. I did and do always feel right in a diaper, and rarely right with out one. An hour later, I followed Kate to the car. “Ahem,” she said. “What?” “Are you forgetting something?” I checked my pockets. Phone, wallet. She gave me that patient look you give to kids when you’re trying to let them do things themselves and see they’ve forgotten a step, and then you remind yourself to be patient because they’ll learn some day. “Your diaper bag,” she said. She nodded toward the door, and I waddled back in and grabbed it. “I’ll get use to remembering,” I assured her. She drove while I sat on alternating butt cheeks. “This isn’t the way to my doctor,” I observed. “I’m taking you to mine.” “Why?” “Well, now that you’re on my insurance, I know that she’s in network for you, and she’s kink friendly.” “How do you know that?” “I know,” Kate smiled. “And I texted her this morning and told her about what’s going on, and she canceled another appointment to squeeze us in.” “Why did you tell her?” “Because I think this will be easier that way. If we went to your doctor, we’d have had to either lie to him, and then you’d have been referred to a urologist, or tell the truth, and I know you don’t want that. At least this way, we’re telling the truth to someone who gets it.” “Okay.” “Cheer up! We’ll get you sorted out,” Kate reassured me with a smile. She put her hand on my knee and gave it a squeeze. After a few minutes of silence, I asked, “What did you mean by ‘in case I have an accident’ this morning?” “Well, I’ve been thinking about it, and I think since people now know about you’re quote-unquote incontinent, it will be easier to maintain appearances if we act like you are all the time. So, no sitting on anything for more than a few minutes without a diaper on or a towel or pad under you.” “Really? That doesn’t seem a little much,” I asked skeptically. “No. Besides, I thought you might enjoy it a little more if we really committed to the fantasy.” We arrived and parked before I could respond. I didn’t know if I liked adding that to the fantasy or not. Kate seemed to want to be in the driver’s seat, because she approach the receptionist desk with me and held out her hand when the woman asked for my driver’s license and insurance card. I handed them to Kate, and Kate handed them to the receptionist. I sat gingerly while I filled out my new patient paperwork. “I’m surprised you got me an appointment this quickly,” I said as I checked box after box. “Like I said, I texted her. She’s a friend. I know her from the scene ... she’s gonna love you. Just promise me you’ll behave.” Kate added. When I finished the dozenth form, Kate looked over it all like she was checking my homework before she took it back to the desk. We waited another twenty minutes before being called. “You can stay here,” I said when she got up as well. “Nonsense,” was all she said as she indicated for me to walk in front of her. After I was weighed, we were taken to an exam room, where the 24-year-old nurse got on the computer, entered my weight, and started taking my vitals. “So what brings you in today,” she asked. This had to be her first job out of nursing school. If it wasn’t, she probably wouldn’t have batted an eye when Kate said, “I think he has a pretty bad diaper rash.” The nurse didn’t laugh or smile - I’m pretty sure Kate would’ve chewed her out good for that - but she got a queer look on her face like she was processing that, and then she went on with her work. It was a passing look, and I understood why, but it didn’t go unnoticed. As she got the last number entered in, she reached under the counter, opened a cabinet, and took out a paper gown. “Could you change into this please? The doctor will be in in just a few.” The nurse left. “She’s cute,” my wife observed. “I’m married already,” I quipped as I got changed into the gown. I was facing away from the door trying to tie up the back when the doctor simultaneously knocked and came in. “Don’t bother tying it up,” she said. “We’re gonna need to get back there in just a minute.” I turned around. I don’t understand why doctors wear lab coats, especially internists. She was about fifty with very straight, prematurely grey hair that hung in a braid well past her shoulders. “I’m Dr. Janaway,” she said as she held out her hand, “But you can call me Angie.” I shook her hand. Kate stood up and opened her arms for a hug. “So good to see you,” Kate said to the doctor as they embraced. “It’s been a little while.” “Thanks for squeezing us in.” “Well, when you told me about him I was just too curious not to.” Angie turned back to me. “Can you hop up on the table for me?” I carefully did. “Aww,” she said as she watched me gingerly ease my butt onto the table. “We’ll get that taken care of.” She logged in to the computer and talked to Kate instead of me. “So what seems to be the problem,” the doctor asked. “He’s got a diaper rash, or least I think that’s what it is, and it looks pretty bad. He was uncomfortable last night, and this morning he woke up walking bow-legged.” “O, that’s no good,” the doctor said as she took notes. Doctors always take notes, and it occurred to me as she did that she was immortalizing this moment. Every doctor I saw who was part of the same heath system, every doctor who used the same software system, in fact, would see this in the record. “How long have you had him back in diapers?” “About a month,” Kate told her, “and actually, this is his idea.” “Really? Is someone just not ready to be a big boy,” Angie said to me in a pinched, almost song-songy tone. She smiled at me, and I was about to respond and explain I’m not an adult baby - something I never thought I’d have to explain to a doctor - when she immediately turned back to Kate. “Does he have poppy accidents, too?” “No,” Kate said, “For now it’s just potty.” “Excuse me,” I said as Angie took another note. “I can answer.” I said it politely. “No need to pout,” Kate said to me. Something about the situation made me reply with a weak, “S-s-sorry.” “Can you lay back for me,” Angie asked. I did, and she reached over me to take two gloves out of the box mounted on the wall. “Just be still for me,” she said. As I laid back, Angie narrated what she was doing. “I’m just going to lift your gown. Lift up for me ... thank you ... and now I’m going to open your diapee. Ah ah! You just keep your hands at your side.” She tore the tapes slowly and one at a time. I closed my eyes. I didn’t know how to feel. I was in pain, but I also felt somewhat aroused, and my face felt hot with the flood of blood as I blushed all the way to the back of my neck, I’m sure. She folded the diaper down, commenting, “You’re all dry! Okay, now put your knees up and open your legs for me.” I did, my eyes still closed. “I’m going to touch you a little down there, okay? I want you to tell me if it hurts too bad.” I nodded and felt her hands on my inner thighs, pulling them aside to get a look in the space where my crotch meets my legs on each side. “I’m going to lift your pee-pee now.” She did, and despite myself, I stiffened just a little, and then she lifted my balls. “Goodness,” she said. I drew in a sharp breath as she touched me. “I know that hurts, honey. Sorry ... Can you lift up your bum for me?” I did, and she ran her hand over the curve of my butt. “Do you have some wipes with you,” she asked Kate. “In his diaper bag.” My eyes still closed, I heard Kate unzip my bag and pop the snap on the travel packet of wipes I kept there and that so far had gone unused. “Thank you,” the doctor said. “Jordan, I need to see under the rash cream, so I’m going to wipe it away. I know this doesn’t feel good, but it will help me make you all better.” I nodded, and she lifted my balls again, and as gently as she could, she wiped away the cream I had spread so thickly this morning. I held my breath. The stuff goes so smooth, and then it gets so gummy. It hurt pretty bad coming off. “Ok,” the doctor said, “All Done. You were very brave.” She pulled the diaper back over me, leaving it undone, and I put my legs down. I opened my eyes, felt them watering, and looked on as Kate and Angie continued their two-person dialogue. “That is definitely a diaper rash. You did a good thing bringing him in today.” “How bad is it?” “Pretty bad. I’m going to give you a prescription for a rash cream and a topical antibiotic ...” “It’s infected,” Kate asked. “I don’t think so, but we’ll just be safe. You’ll need to use it every time you change him.” “Jordy changes himself, actually. This is his fetish.” “I see. In that case, you still need to make sure he uses it at every change, and I want you to take a look at it at least once a day until it’s all better. He needs to keep using the creams until they’re all gone, and then he needs to use over-the-counter rash cream every time he changes himself.” “I’ll make sure he does, or else.” “Haha. I thought you might say that.” Kate winked at me, and I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me and the exam table whole. “About that,” Kate asked, “Not that Jordy needs a lot of discipline, but when will it be safe if I need to put him over my knee?” “Kate,” I exclaimed. Why would she ask that? It was obvious there was some dynamic going on and that the two of them shared some kinks, and it was obvious Angie had a thing for age play, or at least submissive men, and I was okay to just go along with it while she was examining me, but now it seemed like they were just having fun at my expense. “Excuse me,” Kate said, “I’m asking the doctor a question.” “But...” “Who does the spanking in our house?” I didn’t answer. “Hmm?” “Y-you.” “And who gets spanked?” “M-m-me.” “So don’t you think it’s a good idea I know when it’s okay to spank you again, or would you like to find out by trial and error?” I sulked quietly, or tried to. “Jordan,” Kate asked when I didn’t respond. “Yes,” I mumbled. I laid back and looked at the ceiling, content to pretend I wasn’t there so long as they were pretending the same thing. “Sorry, Angie. This is still new for us.” “I understand. It takes time to train them. Anyway, give it a week, but there’s no rash on his thighs. If he needs a spanking, smacking him there won’t do any harm. Or you could even do like the British do and just smack his leg like you’ve seen me do with Benjamin.” I heard Angie loudly hit the enter key. “There. On its way to your pharmacy. But there is one other thing I want to talk to you about, Kate.” I heard Angie’s voice move, and in my head I pictured her sitting down in the chair next to Kate’s. “What,” Kate asked. “Are you sure he’s ready to be in charge of changing his own diapers?” “Well, Jordy’s been a diaper lover since before we met.” “I see, but, that’s a pretty bad rash. Maybe he’s not really ready. I know ageplay isn’t your thing ...” “It’s not his either. He’s not an adult baby.” Angie chuckled, “All men are adult babies. It’s just that some enthusiastically accept it, and others think they’re grown-ups. But I won’t push you. I just want you to think about it.” “I’ll consider it,” Kate promised. “Is it alright with you if I get Jordy into a clean diaper?” “I think Jordy needs to decide that.” So at least I got to decide that, but not without some pressure. “Jordy,” Angie asked, “Is it okay if I change your diaper?” The funny thing was, I wanted nothing more than to be changed by as many willing women as possible, but I felt like I needed to say no just to draw a boundary, having spent the entire doctor visit being talked about and around like I was back at my childhood pediatrician. “I...” Kate interrupted me. She knows I’ve always wanted to be changed. “I think Dr. Angela is being very nice to offer.” “Okay,” I sighed. “Yes … please.” “Thank you. Will you get his things out for me.” While Kate did that, Angela put on new gloves and pushed my gown further up. “Lift up for me.” I did, and Angela pulled the old, unused diaper out from under me. I opened my eyes and watched as Angie opened a new diaper and narrated what she was doing for Katie. “It’s not that different from changing a toddler. You open up the diaper nice and wide - lift up for me again, baby - and slide it under their bottom so it comes up a few inches past his waist in the back, then you apply the rash cream - legs up again - and make sure you especially get it between his legs. If he starts having poopy diapers, you need to also get it especially on his bottom between his cheeks, but until then, his perineum and his scrotum are the most sensitive. Be very gentle with his bits and pieces - it’s totally normal for boys his age to get hard during diaper changes, don’t worry - and then just fold the front up, do the bottom tapes first, and then the top ones, and always be sure to finish by patting the front of his diapee.” “Why,” Kate asked. “Because all boys like that, no matter their age.” “Any questions?” “No, I don’t think so.” “Good. When you get him home, it will help him get better faster if he gets more air on his skin, so let him go without a diaper at least four hours a day until he’s better. You can pick up some chair and bed pads at the pharmacy along with his prescription, though it’s a good idea to have him sit on a diaper, too. You can pull that up if he starts to have a wee wee accident. Or he can, if he notices.” “Ha! Thank you.” “Will I get to see this little fella at a play party soon,” Angie asked. “We’re working toward that.” “I sure hope so. Now I’m running way behind.” “What do you say, Jordy?” “Thank you, Angie.” “You’re very welcome.” And I meant that thanks. I found most of that entire interaction embarrassing, but I forgave her that as she did such a good job changing my diaper. She got me all revved up. As I was getting dressed, Kate stopped me and patted the front of my diaper, like Angie showed her. “Are you okay,” she asked. “Yeah,” I smiled.” “You definitely feel okay down there,” she laughed. “I hope she wasn’t too much.” “Maybe a little. You didn’t have to bring up spanking me.” “’She already knew, and I really did want to know when it’s okay to discipline you again. Other than that, did you enjoy it?” “I did at the end.” “She really would love to play with you sometime.” “Just the two of us?” “Well, maybe not at first, but maybe someday.” “I’ll think about it.” When we gto in the car, Kate asked me, “You’re being pretty quiet. You’re not mad at me, are you?” I guess she was feeling guilty for springing that on me. I kinda wanted to be, but while I found the whole thing embarrassing, I also kind of liked that feeling, or at least I was starting to. Still, if Kate knew Angie was going to treat me like that, she should have asked me if that was okay or told Angie not to. “Not really, but I do feel like you both should have asked. I mean, I know you’re in charge, but still. I don’t think that should mean I should just have to go along with something like that.” Kate sighed as she backed out of the space. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” “I guess it’s like you said to her, this is still new for both of us.” “Yeah. Also, I might have led her to believe you were okay with being treated that way. Or at least I didn’t clarify things for her. I’ll do better. Promise.” “Maybe just before something else like that we talk it through first.” “We will. In fact, how would you feel about talking with Angie about this? She’s very experienced in the lifestyle. She could probably offer some good mentorship.” “Okay, I think I’d like that.” Who knew – maybe she could get Katie to go a little easier on me. “I’ll text her tomorrow.” I think Kate felt guiltier as the day wore on. She was extra nice to me, and while she did make me sit on a diaper everywhere I went, she also took advantage of my naked time to get a little handsy with me. I wondered if maybe Angela’s demonstration had her rethinking her feelings about changing me, but when it was bedtime, she didn’t offer to do it. She just asked me if I had applied the medications, which I very happily had and told her so. My rash started to feel better by the time I woke up the next morning.

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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.

All of you replying are getting your nappies in a knot over your own insecurities and emotional struggles related to this post topic. You all have something to say except what is actually relevant to the discussion. What I believe the original question to be was: "Why is it okay for incontinents to become ABDL (a switch from a socially acceptable situation to socially unacceptable behavior) but not for ABDLs to become incontinent (a switch from socially unaccepted behavior to a socially acceptable situation)?" I personally don't care how you incontinents FEEL about abdls seeking incontinence. We have supported incontinents seeking the shit life of being abdl, so why do incontinents shit on abdls wanting to be incontinent? You don't like being incontinent. And many of us don't like being abdl. But this needs to be a 2 way street. Again - since this community has always been a little slow and emotional - the question is why does the incontinent community shame abdls for seeking incontinence when we support your delusions of complimenting your diaper usage with ageplay. I'm not looking for "I feel" statements, this isn't elementary school. I'm looking for a rational response directly addressing an explicit question. I know it's hard, but don't poop yourselves in frustration.

YES! I love wearing and wetting in front of people without them knowing. But really I keep fantasizing about video chatting with another DL. I fantasize about meeting up with another DL. I am not always so brave - or free - but wetting with someone who is doing the same would be supper hot. I'm in the minneapolis / st paul area.

The bell rang for school. I put my backpack on, and followed the crowd down the stairs and out the front door. I walked across the schoolyard and on through the crosswalk into my neighborhood. As I walked towards my house a strange but familiar feeling overcame me. My heart started pounding faster, and I was drenched with a feeling of restlessness. I was counting my steps and I only had two blocks until I would have to walk down her street. I knew I didn’t have the luxury of an alternate route home. As I followed the sidewalk left I could see the white and red house near the end of the street. Every day I take this same walk and every day I hope and pray that she isn’t outside. As I walk closer and closer I notice that there isn’t any activity at her house, and I think to myself “what a relief”. As I walk by the front of her house I barely peek over to see if anyone is home. Just when I think I’m all clear, she is there, gracefully watering her garden on the side of her house. Immediately, she looks up and waves to me. “Hi Ryan” she exclaims, in a very kind and nurturing, but bubbly voice. “Hi Miss Eve” I mutter back, with my head slightly down. She turns off the water and begins to walk towards me. Her long tan legs glide across the grass glistening from the overspray of the hose. Her shoulder length butter blonde hair, shimmering in the sunlight. Her loose white summer tank top accented her amazing cleavage, and just barely covered the curves of her hip line. As she approaches me I look up at her because she was taller than me even without her high heels on. This, among other things, added to her intimidation. Miss Eve was not married, she didn’t have any kids, and I’d never even seen a man at her house. All that said, Miss Eve was incredibly hot, and I knew that she had absolutely no problem attracting men. “How was your day sweetie?” She asked. “It was ok” I said, trying to avoid eye contact. “Just ok?” She asked. “Yea, I’m just kind of tired” I replied. “Maybe someone needs a little nap?” she said. “Well, I, uh, think I have some homework to do” I quickly responded. “Oh ok, well I really need some help with something that won’t take long at all”. I looked around frantically, trying to come up with an excuse that would let me continue my walk home. As I tried to think of anything, she leaned down closer to my ear and with a very direct but loving whisper asked “Are you gonna come be Mommy’s little helper?” As I started to blush she held out her hand, and I reluctantly reached out to touch her soft fingers. She grabbed my hand and escorted me up the front stairs and through the door as the panic inside me continued to build. The door closed behind us and I was once again trapped in her house. "I appreciate this very much” she said. “What do you need help with?” I asked. She turns to the side to reveal a few large cardboard boxes. “This is a large order of diapers I placed online for a boy that I babysit for, they just showed up today” she said. As the word ‘diaper’ left her lips, my excitement level went up immediately, and Miss Eve knew this. “Oh ok” I said “Do you need help moving the boxes?” trying to mask my curiosity of what kind of diapers they were. She laughed, "No silly, since they were purchased online I had to estimate a size, so I want to make sure they will fit him.” Confused, I asked “So how would I be able to help you with that?” She smiled, “You are about his same size, so I was hoping you would try some on to make sure they fit.” Panic continued to swell inside me because I knew where this was going. “Um, I don’t really have time for this right now,” I explained. I started to turn for the front door when she walked right into my escape path. “Now Ry, honey, Mommy really needs your help with this,” she said in her loving voice. “But I can’t today. I have too many things to do,” I explained. As she looked at me with her gorgeous blue eyes she leaned down towards me “I would definitely agree, but I think you need to help Mommy first so I don’t have to tell anyone about our little secret”. My heart suddenly dropped, and I realized that she was not asking me to do this. The ‘secret’ she was referring to was more like our history, as this was not the first time I had been in this house. It all started about a year ago, when I acted on an impulse, and found a way to divulge in my pure love of disposable diapers. I’m not referring to ones meant for old people; I’m talking about toddler diapers. The ones that are loud, crinkly, and stretchy, with fun stickers on the front. The same ones that when you open a bag, your nostrils are filled with that sweet diaper perfume scent. I usually don’t have money, or a good way of discretely purchasing something like a package of diapers. So one day, I thought up a plan to create a fake scavenger hunt and have a diaper be one of the items on the list. I took my list to a couple of houses and received no answer at the door. I was about to give up and I knocked on one last house and this just happened to be where Miss Eve lived. Well, from the moment she answered the door, I was under her command and she took full advantage of this. She was incredibly beautiful, very kind, but also very manipulative. The first time she answered her door and I had told her about that special item on my list somehow she knew that it was really meant for me. Instead of simply saying no, or just handing me a diaper, she invited me inside. Now I’m guessing she only had diapers because she would babysit, but there is no way to know for sure. That day she diapered me herself, and made me use it right there in front of her. I remember that day clearly and how embarrassed I felt about being forced to use a diaper, but I also remember how much I loved being under her control. After I did as I was told she even checked to make sure I wasn’t lying. Then, she changed me into a fresh diaper, and sent me on my way. I was told to come see “Mommy” at any time. I tried to forget about the incident, but immediately fell in love with the diapers she provided. From the waistband, to the stretchy leg cuffs, to my loud crinkly waddle, I was addicted. The smell of these diapers was wildly intoxicating. After that incident, I realized I didn’t like actually using my diaper, but I found out very quickly that I didn’t make the rules, Mommy does. A couple of months later I was practically sprinting home from school to use the bathroom. Miss Eve stopped me and insisted that I use the one in her house. When I finally made it, the door was locked and I was told to use the one upstairs. When I opened the door I was amazed to find a complete nursery, with stacks of diapers, a large changing table, and even a crib. Miss Eve had followed me upstairs and locked the door behind us. She restrained me on the changing table and made it clear that I wasn’t going to make it to the big boy bathroom. She put a pink crinkly diaper on me and adjusted my posture so that she had a perfect view of when I couldn’t hold it any longer. She told me that if I was a “good boy” and made a “poopy diaper for Mommy” she would let me go. I tried to hold out as long as I could but she waited patiently, and checked my diaper several times. Trying to hold back with all of my might she watched while the lump formed under my bottom, and the front of my dry diaper slowly saturated with warmth. After telling me what a good boy I had been, she said that I was to be punished for trying to use a bathroom in Mommy’s house. She pulled me over her knee and spanked me on the back of my pink girly diaper. That day she did send me home, but not before one last squeeze of my diapered messy bottom, and a very seductive whisper, “Mommy hopes to see you again very soon.” That day I remember the feeling of helplessness I had and how she could make me do whatever she wanted to. I couldn’t help but love her amazing diapers, her nurturing demeanor, and the fact that she was Mommy and I was her good little boy. I found myself wanting to please her either so I could leave and escape the shame of her watching me dirty my diaper, or to get her approval that I was a good boy like she said. I had been to her house several times and I was usually forced to come in when she was outside as I walked home from school. Regardless of how she would manipulate me to submit to her, the end result was always the same. The look of satisfaction on her face and the warm mess inside of my diaper meant that Mommy was happy and my secret was safe. I hated that she knew about my diaper fascination because I felt like she was always teasing me about it. Sometimes, I would walk home with other kids in my class and we would see her and she would specifically say hi only to me. Other times, her diaper bag would be sitting on the porch with a diaper sticking out as if it were bait to lure me in. About a month ago, she took the embarrassment of what I was to do for her to a whole new level. I saw her that Saturday morning at the grocery store. She was extra nice to me that morning and offered a ride back to the neighborhood. To avoid a long walk back I agreed and we left. When we arrived she insisted that I stay for milk and cookies. I love cookies and since I had nothing to do I decided I would stay for a little bit. She said that it would be a little while so I could lie down on the couch and watch TV. As I laid there, I wondered if this was some plan of hers to get me in another messy situation. I could hear her gathering baking utensils in the kitchen as I slowly dozed off. I awoke from my nap and immediately realized I was no longer on the couch. Surrounded by tall wooden banisters, I recognized that the jail cell I was sitting in was a baby’s crib, but big enough for me. Was I still at Miss Eve’s? How long did I sleep for? I wondered. As I tried to roll over to look around I noticed that familiar sweet smell of diapers. The bulk between my legs made it hard to even move, and I knew I was no longer wearing the underwear I put on this morning. I rolled over onto my stomach and I could hear the rustle of my thick diaper underneath my blue onesie. Suddenly, I had a need to use the bathroom. I laid my head down for a second thinking that I had to get out of here. I was able to pull myself up so that I could stand. Just as I did, a beautiful woman walked in the room. She was about medium height with short dark brown hair and stunning green eyes. I noticed her creamy white legs and how well her chest filled out her shirt. “Hi there” She exclaimed in a very loving and giggly tone. Before I had a chance to respond she left the room and I heard her say “He is awake”. I stood trying to listen to what was being said when suddenly Miss Eve walked into the room. As she pulled her cooking apron over her head she tossed it on the railing of this very large crib. “Hi sleepy head” she gleamed. Her red t-shirt was squeezing her breasts together as she looked at me like this is normally how I take a nap. “What is going on? Why am I in this thing?” I cried. “Because I didn’t want my little boy having an accident on Mommy’s couch and so I can keep an eye on you” she whispered with an evil smile. My need to go to the bathroom started to increase. “But you have other people here” I whined. “Sweetie, those are Mommy’s friends from out of town. I told them about what a good boy you could be and they wanted to see”. “But you promised!” “Awe, honey, it is still our little secret, Jenny, and Brandi live very far away and will probably never see you again. I promise our secret is safe,” she said reassuringly. “Did you have a good nap?” she asked as she leaned down to unbutton the bottom snaps of the onesie. She gently turned me around and lifted the back flap of my pajamas. “Let’s check that diaper of yours”. I could feel as she squeezed the back of my diaper together at the leg cuffs. Then she used the palm of her hand to smush the diaper up against my bottom and test the consistency. Finally, she had one more test and I felt a hint of cold air as she pulled the top of the diaper away from my skin to peek down the back. “All dry!” she said. I was reminded of my urge to get to a toilet, and soon. Suddenly, it became too much and I winced with my knees in, holding the front of my diaper. I knew it was a mistake because Miss Eve noticed and smiled. “I really need to blow my nose, can I go to the bathroom?” I quickly asked. “Now I know you got a spankin for trying to go to the bathroom once before, are you wanting another one, or are you just needing Mommy’s attention?” she asked as sweet as can be. “But I want to get down!” I fussed. “Is that all?” she asked. “Well I do believe you know what Mommy wants in order to make that happen, don’t you?” Without even thinking I looked down and slowly nodded yes while I put my thumb in my mouth and started to suckle. She leaned down so she was face to face with me and pulled my chin up gently. "Are you gonna be a good boy for Mommy and her friends and make a stinky poopy diaper?“ She said it as if she already knew the answer. I nodded yes. As if I had no choice she said, "Mommy can guess it’s probably gonna be a soggy diaper too,” (as I was) still sucking my thumb. I nodded in agreement. “Good boy, now let’s take off that onesie so we can see what a mess you make.” She pulled the clothing off and pulled a t-shirt over my head. The shirt just barely covered the first row of teddy bears on the front of my diaper. Again, my sensation that signaled I should head to the bathroom got stronger and I didn’t have much time. I had to figure out a way to get out of this crib, and quickly, or I was going to fill my thick diaper while Mommy and her friends watched. Mommy left the room and a different girl walked in, and I decided I couldn’t hold it any longer. I grabbed the wooden pegs of the crib. I was facing the wall out of sheer embarrassment. I squatted slightly in hopes of keeping the mess in one spot in the back of the diaper and not all over me. “Eve!” the girl called out. “Are you goin potty?” Mommy said as she walked in the room. “Uh huh” I said as I started to lose control and push. I could feel the diaper area around my bottom slowly move away as I forced a mushy mess into the back of my diaper. “What a good boy!” Mommy said and I felt a hand gently mash the lump under my bottom. “Ok let’s see the front,” she said as she turned me around. I sucked my thumb, and gave in. The warm flood soaked the front of the diaper and it was immediately apparent how bad I had to go. “Oh my, what a soggy diaper this is,” Mommy said as she squeezed the bottom front of the saturated disposable. I was done, and too embarrassed to look at Mommy and her pretty friends. I tried to turn away ever so carefully so as not to make a bigger mess than I already had. I heard Mommy ask “Did you want some milk and cookies?” and I told her I did. She came back in and put a plate of chocolate cookies down. Then, she leaned down with that evil smile and said, “Maybe you should sit and eat them” knowing how much I was avoiding what was in the seat of the stinky diaper. Before I could react she picked me up under my arms and slowly sat me down. I could feel the gooey firmness of my mess smear all over my bottom and even squeeze between my legs. The damage was done, so I just sat and ate my snack. When I was done Mommy walked in. “Oh my, I think somebody has a poopy diaper!” she exclaimed. She stood me back on my feet gave another squeeze in the back and peeked into a leg cuff just to make sure. “Does my little boy need his diaper changed?” I nodded. “Mommy has to clean up the kitchen, so I will be back ok?” Just as I was starting to get upset, the same brown haired girl from before came in the room with a diaper and a tub of wipes in her hand. Embarrassed, I backed away from the front of the crib. "Hi pumpkin, don’t be shy. I’m Jenny and I’m here to make it all better, now let’s get you out of that dirty diaper” she said. She laid me down and pushed my shirt up exposing the soggy bulge in the front. As she pulled the tapes back I started to yawn. I closed my eyes while she changed me. Once she was done she closed the crib and I took a nap. I woke up a bit later and I was allowed to leave. Since that time I have been trying to come up with excuses of why I cannot come in. Miss Eve usually gets her way though because of my secret diaper love. As I realized again where I was, standing there in front of the boxes of diapers, she asked again, “So are you gonna be a big helper for Mommy?” I hesitated for a second. “How about we make a deal?” she asked. “You help Mommy by trying on a couple of diapers, and if you can stay completely dry by the time we are done you will be free to go”. “Is that just for today?” I asked. “Nope, you won’t ever have to come see Mommy if you don’t want to”. “Ok, but what’s the other part of the deal?” unsure of why I even wished to know. “If during our fitting you have to use your diapy and you can’t stay dry, you will have to do whatever Mommy says, and come inside whenever I ask”. I swallowed nervously, and agreed. This is my chance, I thought, to stop allowing her to control me. Plus, I didn’t need to go to the bathroom so I shouldn’t have any trouble staying dry. She went into the kitchen, “Are you thirsty? I have some juice”. I kind of needed something to drink but I knew it couldn’t be too much. “Sure, I’ll have a little” I said and she brought me out a glass. I slowly drank as she started to open one of the boxes. She pulled back the flaps and that magical smell filled the room. She pulled out a diaper that looked very familiar and I’m pretty sure I had worn one before at her house. “Ok sweetie, come lay down for Mommy.” I did as I was told hoping this would be the last time. She pulled off my pants and underwear and slid the diaper under my bottom. She pulled the front up between my legs and taped both sides. “All done, now stand up so Mommy can see”. As I got to my feet I felt something. I had to go to the bathroom. I was determined to forget about the sensation and make it through this dry. I could feel her behind me grabbing, and pulling at the diaper to check the snugness. “Well those fit great!” she said gleefully. “Uh huh,” I commented holding back the pressure that was building inside. “Why don’t we go upstairs to try on the others, that way if they are ok, I can put them away now.” I wasn’t going to make it upstairs, but I couldn’t let her know. “Go on up and wait for me honey, Mommy will be up in a second to try on the next one”. I practically sprinted up the stairs to try and figure out what I should do. I looked for a place to hide but there was nothing. Finally I realized that I had no other option. I stood next to the crib and watched in the mirror as the back of my diaper started to stick out further and further. The smell immediately filled the room and I knew I was caught. After that I figured there was no point in hiding so I went potty too filling up my once dry diaper. I just stood there, waiting to face Mommy and accept my fate. The door slowly opened, and there she stood as the smell immediately gave me away. She slowly walked over to me and kneeled down so she was at eye level. “Do you have something to tell Mommy?” she asked. I nodded as I put my head down and started to suck my thumb. “And what would that be?” she asked. I pulled my thumb out and looked at her, “I made a poopy diaper”. “Yes, you did, just like a good boy, what a stinky poopy diapy,” she said happily. “From looking at the front I would say that diaper is anything but dry honey.” I nodded in agreement. “Well Mommy can definitely smell it, but let’s just be sure shall we?” She stood up and leaned over me. She took her hand and slowly but firmly smushed the back of the diaper spreading the warm mess all over me. Then she pulled the back away to peek. “My goodness” She said. “You weren’t able to stay dry” she said in a very tragic and disappointing tone. “I tried Mommy!” I explained. “I know you did, but since you couldn’t, Mommy will be in charge going forward. I think it’s time for your nap honey, can you be a big helper and get Mommy what she needs to change your stinky diaper?” “Yea” I said. “Good boy, I’m gonna need some wipes, some powder, and a fresh diaper, feel free to grab a new diaper out of the box” she said. “I thought those were for the boy you babysit” I replied. She smiled “Sweetie, that boy is you. I knew you couldn’t stay dry, so all of those wonderful diapers are yours, and Mommy will make sure they get used.” I went and grabbed the supplies she had requested. When I got back, she was sitting on the floor waiting for me. “What a good little helper, come to Mommy” as she patted the floor in front of her. “Since you did so good we are going to get you out of that messy thing right now.” I didn’t say anything. She laid me down and slowly pulled back the tapes. I started to suck my thumb and slowly fell asleep knowing that I would be staying here for quite some time.