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Adjustment Chapter 3 Sal and Pat picked up their Maccas and drove home. As he followed Sal inside, Pat wondered what he could say. He'd had little daytime accidents before, but he'd never fully wet himself like this. He'd never worn a daytime diaper before, in fact. So why did this happen now, he wondered. It was weird. It even felt ok, in a strange way, as if he was meant to be wearing a diaper and wetting it. As if he were on some pathway. He didn't even like to think about it. He'd seen other boys his age wearing bulky diapers, and he didn't want to be one of them. Was he one of them now, he wondered. He'd have to tell Sal, anyway. Sal put the food on the table in the kitchen, and turned to Pat. 'OK, honey, you scoot off to the bathroom, and I'll sort this out. If you need help with the pins, let me know,' she said. Pat took a breath, then began crying. He was stunned. He cried a bit these days, but he didn't feel like crying now. What was going on? Sal was just as surprised. 'What's the matter, honey?' she said, then looked down at Pat's crotch. It was dry, but she could see that his diaper was sagging. 'I'm wet,' sobbed Pat as Sal looked at him. 'Oh, honey,' said Sal. She put her arm around him and headed with him to the bedroom. As she did, she remembered the conversation she'd had with Jan, and the chapter she'd read in Boy Care for Loving Wives. This happened sometimes, in response to being diapered out of bed for the first time. Sometimes it was a permanent change, like a sort of jolt downwards, thought Sal, and sometimes it was a one off. 'I'm sorry,' sobbed Pat as Sal stripped off his overalls, plastic panties and wet diaper, then began to put him in a fresh diaper. 'It's not bedtime,' said Pat, recovering a little from his crying. 'I know, honey, but we'd better be safe,' said Sal as she finished pinning up the new diaper. 'But I don't wear daytime diapers!' objected Pat. 'Honey, you've just wet one,' said Sal. 'I'm not having you running around the house risking wetting your pants and whatever you're standing or sitting on.' 'No!' said Pat forcefully, pushing Sal's hand aside as she held out the plastic panties. 'Pat, stop that,' said Sal. 'You need to wear these and that's that.' She held Pat's arm as he struggled against her. He'd lost a lot of strength as his muscle tone diminished and some of his once quite well defined muscle tissue was replaced by soft body fat, but Sal still had to exert considerable effort to hold him where he was. 'Pat,' she said, 'Behave. I don't want to say this, but if you keep this up, you will get another spanking. I mean it. Is that you want? Do you want me to spank?' She felt Pat relax. He looked up at her, his face still wet with tears,. 'But...' he said. 'No buts, Pat,' said Sal. 'Now step into these.' She held out the plastic panties, and Pat stepped unwillingly into them. 'Good boy,' said Sal. 'Now, give me your overalls.' Pat picked them up and handed them to her. Sal shook the legs out and held them out for him. 'I can get dressed,' he said grumpily, feeling that if he were to be in a diaper, he could at least dress himself. Sal ignored him and held out a leg. Pat stepped in, and Sal soon had him dressed. He did look cute, she thought. His features were becoming more rounded, and now that his facial hair had disappeared, he looked quite angelic with his lengthening blonde hair. Sal didn't like to admit it, but there was a kind of unofficial competition among the wives at the day group Pat attended to turn up with the cutest looking boy. In his double diaper, Pat certainly looked as cute as any of them. She straightened the bib of Pat's overalls and gave his bulky rump a pat. 'There we are,' she said. 'All dry and ready for dinner.' 'Do I have to wear these tomorrow?' Pat asked. 'We'll see,' said Sal. 'Now let's go and eat dinner.' Pat sat quietly, and began eating his Big Mac. 'Am I going to day group tomorrow?' he asked Sal. 'In the morning, honey, then tomorrow afternoon we're going to Heather's,' said Sal. 'But I don't want to go to day group like this,' said Pat. 'Look, darling, it's best you do,' said Sal. 'You know the rules. If you wet your pants there, you'll have to wear a diaper anyway. Some boys do start daytime wetting when they're in diapers and you've been coming home in very damp underpants for a while now. What I'm saying, Pat, is that this was going to happen anyway. Dr Saunders expected it. You'll be far from the only boy at day group in diapers.' 'I know,' said Pat, beginning to sob again. 'It's just that...' 'Honey, it's a change, and there have been a lot of changes. Like bedwetting and your night time diapers. Your reading and your counting. But you've coped with all that. You've coped really well'. Sal's heart went out to Pat. He'd gone from a breadwinner and talented sportsman to, well, a boy. It was lucky in a way that the physical changes were accompanied by psychological ones that helped him adjust to his changing status. The NDBC helped the process by reinforcing the new relationships between boys and women, with the network of day groups and diaper services and in other ways. For example, while women still celebrated their birthdays, all boys had the same birthday. Their chronological age was irrelevant now, so they all had a birthday on May 1st, with a huge nationwide party. They loved it. 'You know what, honey?' said Sal. 'What?' asked Pat, looking miserable. Sal wanted to cheer him up. 'Heather said that if she had a boy, she'd want one just like you. She said she's so proud to know you,' she said. Pat did cheer up a little. He liked Heather, even if she did treat him like a kid sometimes. To be continued.

Hey All, So this is my first attempt at a story. I do a lot of technical writing in my day job, but nothing creative, so this has been an interesting outlet so far. I was heavily inspired by Author_Alex's Done Adulting, as well as by bbykimmy's Making The Best Of It (though I don't think that really shows yet). In general I'm mostly using Author_Alex's iteration on the diaper dimension (with potential non-canon changes), though in a new location. When I was reading his novel, I kind of wondered what would have happened if Amanda didn't exist, and Jamie wasn't a superhumanly good person. Would there still have been a happy ending? This has lead to the story I'm writing now. I'm not a good writer like the two mentioned above, but I hope my story will at least be interesting. Also! I would be very happy to receive critiques, as I do plan to write more stories in the future (though this one isn't even close to finished). I know I currently have problems with the 'show don't tell' rule, but I think I am getting better, and I didn't want to wait any longer to make a post. I hope my writing will improve with every update I think I'll try to update weekly or so. With that, here is the first few chapters of The Worst Little Ever: Prologue------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Erin Miller had been a research scientist for an agriculture forecasting company, trying to predict what crops will do well each year. Last year she had made a significant discovery in the field, essentially adding an extra week of predictability to regular crop forecasts. While this doesn’t sound that impressive, the financial repercussions were massive. Erin was wealthy overnight, and while she enjoyed her job as much as most people enjoyed their jobs, retiring at the age of 29 sounded amazing, and the sort of thing her friends would yell at her for if she didn’t do. So, about six months ago, Erin quit her job to live off her windfall. At first, she had had great fun travelling. Eire, Albion, Itali, Catalon, she had spent nearly two months of these six playing tourist, wining and dining, and generally taking advantage of never having to worry about money again. Home in Aquitane wasn’t bad either. She had bought a nice condo in the capital city of Bordeu; she didn’t have the need or desire for a large house, chores were never really her thing. Eventually, Erin had started to grow a bit bored; all her friends still had to work and there is only so much traveling one can do before home sounds like the best place to be. She started thinking about adopting a Little. Erin wasn’t particularly interested in adult romantic relationships, her previous boyfriend and girlfriend didn’t last long. When she was a little girl, Erin had begged her parents for a Little, and was always rebuffed. Her parents didn’t like the idea of people with full, vibrant lives being snatched from their homes. They also felt uncomfortable with the idea of Littles (who really should be called humans) agreeing to be mentally and physically regressed (or in the mind of Erin’s parents, mutilated) just so that they could escape the pain of life in their world. In Erin’s parents mind, the best thing to do would have been to help humans with the problems in their own world, it’s just that for most Bigs, biology makes Littles seem oh-so-cute, and so there was no reason to stop them from coming. As she grew up, Erin came to mostly agree with her parents’ reasoning, in most cases, it would be something near inhumane to adopt a Little. However, biology is a fickle thing. Like most Bigs, Erin thought Littles were adorable; she took every opportunity she could as a teenager to babysit and otherwise interact with the Littles in her neighborhood. But now, she had to consider the type of Little she wanted, and both morally and personally there needed to be a good fit. Until their joining with the Alliance nations, it hadn’t been explicitly illegal to adopt a kidnapped Little in Aquitane, though it was heavily frowned upon. Aquitane had tried to maintain a neutral state in order to maintain positive connections with nearly all nations. It hadn’t worked out very well, hence their joining the Alliance. It was (and had been for a very long time) illegal to either physically or mentally regress a non-consenting Little, which made kidnapping a less appealing option – who wants a Little who will bite and scream and cry all the time? Even if you can stop the outburst with spanking, it doesn’t really fill the parenting itch nor eventually guide the Little towards happiness. Littles who had been kidnapped here (there were very few) were grandfathered in by the new agreement, though they were monitored more heavily by the Department of Little Services to make sure they weren’t being mistreated by their Bigs. Actual consenting adoptions were much more common, and some of the companies that had for a long time only operated in Itali were beginning to open branches in Aquitane as well. However, the vast majority of adoptees came regressed. Erin knew her parents would not be okay with her adopting a regressed Little, and she didn’t really want one anyway. What Erin wanted was a partner, someone she could have meaningful conversations with. Somebody she could care for, and could, eventually appreciate that care. Adoptions of unregressed Littles weren’t very common in Aquitane, so the only real source of unregressed Littles to the country was through the adoption of Accidental Littles. Accidental Littles were humans who had made the trip to their dimension accidentally, usually happening when a small dimensional rift opens that both humans and Bigs weren’t prepared to contain. Occasionally these rifts open in populated areas and a Little or two gets sucked through before the rift collapses on itself. Being an Accidental Little had consequences that other types of Littles didn’t have to worry about. Usually, when one prepares for a cross-dimensional trip, there is significant medical and mental preparation. A planned trip takes many days, while machinery and medicine helps to make sure that the Little arrives healthy, and without any trauma associated with the travel. Accidental Littles travel without those luxuries, and a trip which takes days normally may be over in an hour or two. An hour of trans-dimensional travel wreaks havoc on a body, in a similar manner to exposure to large amounts of radiation, trans-dimensional travel increases a Little’s risk factors for all sorts of diseases as well as cancer. Another negative side effect is that once the Little arrives in the new dimension. If they don’t leave again within a few hours, their bodies won’t ever be able to tolerate any sort of trans-dimensional trip again. Given that Accidental Littles are ‘accidental’, essentially all of them that come are suck: there’s no time to prepare them for a trip back. This ‘dimensional sickness’ essentially traps them in a dimension where they are the size of a toddler, and most Bigs view them in that way, or some variation of it. Erin thought she would be a pretty good fit for and Accidental Little, she was mostly aware of their cognitive abilities from discussions with her parents, and she felt prepared to help them transition to a life they were not expecting. She had read the classic books on raising Littles: Caring for your Little, Growing Up or Growing Down, Helping your Little be a Little, and When your Little is Pissed Off. Erin figured the last one probably wouldn’t be necessary; she could use reason to keep them calm. Conceptually, she understood that the transition period would be tough: The Little wouldn’t be regressed like an adoptee, and she had no desire to damage the Little into submission like Bigs associated with a kidnapping do. She felt that she would be able to show the Little that they could actually have a good life here; they could be early retirees together! Erin really didn’t understand how big and bad of a change it could be for the incoming Little. So, under the assumption that an Accidental Little would make her happy, and that she could make said Little happy, she applied to adopt one. Portal rifts are rare enough that there is generally a considerable waiting time after the application until adoption. Simultaneously, not that many Bigs wanted this sort of Little anyway, so it was not like she would be competing with a ton of other Bigs for the next incoming Little. Her financial resources and well-educated background made her a strong candidate for adopting. Chapter 1----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Luke Kepplin had been studying in his university’s library when the world ended. He had been preparing for his macroeconomics final, the exam would be his final final of his third year at university. Instead, he and about half a dozen books were ripped out of reality. Unplanned trips across dimensions are always rough. Luke’s was luckily on the short side, that means it hurts more, but the bandage gets ripped off rather than torn slowly away. By the end of the trip it felt like he was aware of every individual skin cell, every piece of his body felt like it had been penetrated by a blinding light, despite the fact that the during the entire event it was pitch black. He arrived in the new dimension about 3 meters above a lake. One benefit of that was that when he immediately vomited upon arrival, he was clean pretty much instantly. The lake was cold, and Luke wasn’t really prepared to keep himself afloat after the trip he had. His first gasp was a cold blast of water going all the places it shouldn’t within his body. The rip in space-time immediately attracted the attention of the Bigs who were spending the day near the lake. From the shoreline it looked like a small child and some even smaller books plopped out of a hole in the world and fell into the water. The portal evaporated by the time Luke hit the surface of the lake. The Little was immediately splashing in the cold lake, but it took a long moment for any of the Bigs to react. It’s not every day that reality gets torn asunder, even if it’s a just little bit. The first person to act was a man who had been fishing in his canoe. He was less than 100 meters away and began paddling like a bat out of hell. Another Big who had been lounging on shore ran to her kayak saw, and immediately began paddling as well. The rest of the Bigs, maybe 15 or so, were crowding the shoreline nearest to the Little, though it was still quite far away. The man in the canoe got to him first. Luke was still struggling, but was at least aware of the situation. The biggest problem for him had been his soaked clothes dragging and slowing his movements. He had been able to kick off his shoes at least, so that he could tread water a bit better. With one hand, the Big grabbed the seat of Luke’s pants as well as the bottom of his shirt. “I’ve got you buddy, you’re gonna be fine.” The kayaker reached them. “Is he okay? He’s a Little right? I think someone’s already called for an ambulance.” “I think he’ll be fine, he’s just cold. Let’s get him to shore.” Luke had sort of become aware of the situation around him, but was massively confused. It felt like he was sitting on the bottom of a Viking longboat, and a thirteen-foot-tall giant had just thrown him a towel. “How ‘bout you dry yourself off bud. Can you tell me your name?” Luke had wrapped the towel around his shoulders. It was more like a quilt considering his size, he wasn’t really drying himself, just sitting there shivering. “I’m Luke.” It was then, after his body had realized it was no longer in danger of immediately dying, that it decided now was a good time to pass out. The trauma of the trip and time in the lake had taken its toll. It was a much more disturbing view for the Bigs paddling back to shore. The Little gave his name and then proceeded to fall face-forward into the floor of the canoe. He hit nose first, and a trickle of blood began to drip onto the bottom of the boat. “He’s probably passed out from the cold, get in the canoe, you need to warm him up, I’ll paddle us to shore.” “But won’t that make you a lot slower?” “Yeah, but I think right now he needs to get warm more than anything else.” Slowly and with great care, the kayaker maneuvered to the side of the canoe. Putting one hand on the bottom of the canoe for stability, she slid her legs over from the kayak. Then, with one hand on the kayak, and one on the canoe, she pushed her butt off the kayak and slid over, resting on the wooden bench seat above the unconscious little. The canoe only tipped a little bit. “I’m gonna strip him and try to warm him up. Paddle as fast as you can.” The man was already paddling. The woman sounded like she was trying very hard to be calm but was failing. She picked Luke up from the floor of the boat, immediately unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them off along with his underwear. The tiny button and zipper were hard for her fingers to manage and took a frustrating amount of time; she had never taken care of a little before. With his naked butt sitting on her lap, she tried to take off his shirt. The combination of a clinging wet shirt and an unconscious Little made the task impossible if she didn’t want to hurt his shoulders. She gripped his collar with both hands and tore the shirt down the middle. Once she had gotten the tear most of the way down, she was able to pop his arms out of the sleeves and get the shirt off. More gently than she might have otherwise, the Big woman quickly set to work getting Luke dry. His tiny body was shivering heavily, due to both the cold lake and the trauma endured due to the travel. The woman pulled Luke to her chest and began vigorously rubbing him to try and get him warm. The man was focused on paddling. By the time they had gotten to shore Luke was no longer shaking. Every 30 seconds or so he would moan an “urrgh” into the woman’s chest, but he was sleeping more or less soundly. The crowd had parted to make way for the canoe coming towards shore. Two men had waded into the water so that they could pull it the final 20 meters or so as quickly as possible. Getting off the canoe while cradling the little boy, the woman yelled into the crowd. “Does anybody have a change of clothes? His towel’s pretty damp and he needs to stay warm.” “Yeah I’ve got a change over here.” A man with a Little boy holding onto his thigh was standing on the outer edge of the crowd. “Let’s change him on that picnic table there.” They unwrapped Luke from the towel. The man pulled out a spare diaper intended for his son, and put it under Luke’s butt, he powdered his diaper area and tapped it on. Luke’s nose had stopped bleeding, the woman cleaned it off with a wet wipe. The sleeper the man had for Luke was a bit too big; his hands were completely covered by the edge of the sleeves, and the legs covered his heels. The woman cradled Luke to her chest again and waited for the ambulance to come. It took about 10 more minutes, about 30 from the time of the call, for the ambulance to arrive. The lake was relatively isolated. By the time they arrived, the park ranger had as well. Quickly, the paramedics had loaded Luke into the back of the ambulance, thanking the canoer, the woman, and the man who had given the change of clothes. The woman was jogging to her car. “Excuse me, miss, I’m gonna have to ask that you stay here. I’ll need to interview everybody so that we can establish exactly what happened here.” “But, but, I’d like to go make sure he’s okay, I took care of him!” The woman was finally allowing the reality of the situation to wash over her. “Miss, he’s in good hands, and you’re not his caregiver. You wouldn’t be allowed to follow even if I didn’t have to interview you. Perhaps you can contact the adoption agency once everything’s been settled.” “Where are they taking him?” She was breathing normally now. “He’ll be taken to a hospital in Bordeu. After that, the Department of Little Services will either send him back to his dimension, or he’ll be adopted out.” Aquitane didn’t have independent Littles. “I wonder if I can adopt him?” Chapter 2----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 1 “Hey buddy, you in there?” The nurse figured he would have woken up by now. Unprotected trans-dimensional travel was really stressful on the body, but not anything that couldn’t be handled with modern medicine. “Mmmm ugrgh” Luke shifted a bit but didn’t open his eyes. “Great job buddy! Let’s keep waking up!” Nurse Joy epitomized her name. She loved her job as a specialist Little’s nurse, and was looking forward to meeting this one conscious. She was humming around his hospital room. He had no real belongings remaining, except for his wallet which was found by the canoer and sent to the hospital the day after his arrival. They had been able to find his parents’ contact information, though it remained to be seen when or if they would be able to visit him in this dimension. The time window for getting an Accidental Little back had already closed. His arrival location and general situation had made it impossible, and the authorities had been focused on getting him safe and healthy. According to his driver’s license, Luke Kepplin was 20 years old, due to turn 21 in three months’ time, 5’8” tall and 170 pounds (nurse Joy thought that was mostly muscle), very dark brown hair that was kept quite short and brown eyes. In nurse Joy’s eyes, he looked like the kind of guy who would be pretty popular in college, he had a handsome face and a well-defined jawline. It still surprised her to look at him: most littles had some amount of age-reducing treatment performed on them and they often looked pre-pubescent. Luke looked every bit a miniature adult. His body hair was also a bit disconcerting as well, with every diaper change Joy was again reminded that Littles are all actual adults, even if they don’t act that way. She figured that he’d eventually go through some amount of de-aging process to fit in a bit better. “Mmmgh hello?” Luke was apparently conscious. Joy was very familiar with the process of settling a Little who hadn’t really interacted or seen Bigs yet (his short period in the boat not really counting). She stepped behind a screen set up on one side of his bed so that she could talk to him without him seeing her at first. “Hi Luke, you can’t see me just yet, but my name is nurse Joy. I’m one of your nurses here in the hospital. Can you tell me what you remember? Do you know where you are?” Joy was sitting on an armless chair with a clipboard in her hand ready to take notes. “Urrgh, um I remember studying in the library, then it felt like my body was kind of on fire, like I hit my funny bone, but everywhere. Then I remember being cold and in some water… What happened? Where am I?” Luke started to sit up, and tried to fiddle with is IV. Other than that, there was no tubing on him, just a wireless ECG monitor in the wristband on his right wrist. “Luke, bud, um, so you got sucked into a dimensional portal, that’s probably what caused that funny bone feeling you were describing. Do you understand what that means buddy? You got dropped in our dimension…” On hearing the words ‘dimensional portal’ Luke sucked in a gulp of air. He knew about kidnappings to the Amazon dimension, he knew that occasionally people would go there voluntarily under very special circumstances, he wasn’t really aware of accidental travel, maybe he had heard about a human coming back from a trip one time on the news, but didn’t remember the details. That pretty much all Bigs were aware of all the ways a Little might come to the dimension, while humans were only vaguely aware of some of the possibilities spoke volumes about the difference in focus. Here, a large portion of the world revolved around Littles; back in the human dimension, Amazons were at the periphery, a vague boogeyman and occasionally a savior for people whose lives had taken a difficult turn. “Um, so I’m in the Amazon dimension right? Does that mean that you’re an Amazon too?” Joy winced a bit at his choice of wording, ‘Amazon’ was about as bad as it got in terms of trans-dimensional cursing. She also knew that he probably didn’t know any better. “That’s right Luke. Though we definitely prefer the term Big, using Amazon is considered pretty rude here.” “I’m gonna pull the curtain back. I want you to prepare yourself a bit, I’m gonna seem really really big to you. It’s okay if you get a bit scared, but just know I won’t hurt you, and I won’t come closer to you until you’re ready.” “Um, okay, you can pull the curtain, I won’t get scared.” Looking around the room during the conversation, Luke had vaguely understood that he was tiny compared to a standard-sized Big. The room was not sized to fit humans at all. Nurse Joy gripped one side of the curtain and pulled it back. Neither quickly nor slowly, she was revealed to Luke. Even sitting, she towered over him reclining in his hospital bed. She was about five feet away from the edge of the bed. “Woah! You’re huge! How tall are you?” Luke’s conscious brain was simultaneously amazed and impressed: this would be an awesome memory to share with his friends at home. Luke’s animal brain though was quickly realizing that he might be in danger. His heart rate was getting a lot faster, as evidenced by the ECG’s more rapid “beep..beep..beep”. Joy smiled internally, it was always nice when the Little wasn’t absolutely terrified of seeing someone so much bigger than them. In reality, Joy was quite short for a Big, not even 12 feet; she had hoped that her short height would make Littles more comfortable with her, but it hadn’t really seemed to matter, some got scared, a few didn’t. She was an awesome Little’s nurse anyway. Now she put on a caring smile outside to match the internal one. “I bet I seem pretty big to you huh. Can you take some slow deep breaths for me? Let’s try to get as little stress on your body as possible.” Luke complied, realizing that maybe he was a little more nervous than he had thought initially. “Are you okay if I stand up and touch you? I need to check you just a little bit.” “That’s okay.” Luke’s heart was under control, but his conscious brain was getting more and more concerned. Did his parents know where he was? What about his girlfriend? Would his university be okay with him missing presumably a lot of school? He didn’t want to have to make up a semester. Extra student loans would suck. He hoped they wouldn’t try to charge him for damage caused by the sudden dimensional portal, he obviously wasn’t responsible for that. Joy had gotten up and checked his diaper. She was prepared for some argument, but Luke had just blanched a bit and stayed quiet. He figured it would just be for while he was recovering in the hospital. She gently rubbed his shoulder and sat back down, picking up her clipboard. “Luke, I’m gonna ask you some questions to try and confirm some things. Your case worker from the Department of Little Services should be here in an hour or so, but if we can handle some stuff now, that will make everything easier.” “Okay. Sure.” “Let’s start with your full name, and your date of birth.” The date didn’t really mean anything to her, but these first questions were more to get Luke in the moment and focused rather than actually confirming the information. “Luke Pascal Kepplin, born June 10th 1999.” “Mmmhm. Can you tell me your home address?” The drivers license had an address, but they weren’t sure if that was his parents’ home, or somewhere else. “I live at 159 Ritah Way, Apartment 404. Springfield is the city’s name.” Joy took a note. “Okay, that doesn’t match what we have on file, did you have the license address from a previous residence?” “Oh! No, the address on my license is where my parents live, it’s where I grew up. They live at 2468 Appreciate Drive. Pleasantview is the town where we live.” Joy made a check mark. “Great, and can you tell me your parents’ names?” “Mark and Lindsey Kepplin.” “Great. That’s a big help Luke. Before you ask any questions, I’m required let you know that only your caseworker can tell you specifics about your situation here. I can tell you that we have sent a message to the inter-dimensional embassy for your country, along with most of the personal info we confirmed here. I don’t know if your parents are aware that you’re here yet, but if they’re not, they will be very soon.” While nurse Joy had been talking, Luke had been thinking a little more clearly about his situation here, trying to remember everything he knew about the Amazon (Big) dimension. One thing that he realized might be very important is exactly where in the dimension he arrived. If he arrived in a country where they preferred to kidnap humans, he might be in a great deal of trouble, though from his interactions with Joy so far, he was cautiously optimistic. “Um, so can you tell me where I am… I mean what country I’m in?” He couldn’t hide the fear from his voice. “We’re in a country called Aquitane Luke, do you know where that is?” Joy had never met a Little who knew more than the basics of Big geography. She was preparing herself to be very impressed. “No, um is it…. Um, one of the agreement countries?” He was struggling for a polite word to ask if he was in danger. “Oh, you mean an Alliance country? Yes! Aquitane is bud, you don’t have to worry about being kidnapped, you’ll be safe here Luke.” Joy wasn’t impressed, but glad she could make him feel better. Luke breathed a sigh of relief. “Great! You don’t know when I’ll be able to go home do you? Or is that something for the case worker? How about how long I’ll have to stay in the hospital?” Now Joy was worried. Luke’s positive attitude had surprised her considering he was an Accidental Little, but now she understood that he didn’t understand. She also understood that she probably shouldn’t and couldn’t be the one to break it to him that he was stuck here. At least not yet. She hoped he wouldn’t take it too hard once he realized his reality, but knew that was unlikely. “That’s one for your caseworker Luke. As for your hospital stay, the doctor will have to check you over, but he’s said you were looking pretty good, so I can’t imagine it will be too long.” “Ya know, I know you just woke up, but I bet a quick nap before the caseworker gets here would make you feel better. You still seem a bit groggy. Can I bring you something to drink?” Luke didn’t feel sleepy, just physically tired. He figured he’d be polite. “Um sure, a glass of water would be great. I guess I could rest a bit.” Joy left the room and came back quickly with a sippy cup holding about a pint of water. Joy knew he wouldn’t be overjoyed about the sippy cup, but figured he should start getting used to a few small bits of Littlehood. “Hey Luke, here’s your water. I know it’s in a sippy cup, but most of our Little, erm human patients are regressed, so policy is that you drink either from a sippy cup or a bottle.” Luke cringed theatrically, but he didn’t really seem that bothered. “I figured you’d prefer the sippy cup.” “Uh… yeah thanks. I’ll try and nap a bit. Will you be here when the caseworker comes?” Luke really liked Joy, and was a bit smitten. Not in a romantic way, Joy was clearly much older than he was, though relatively attractive for her age, emotionally, Luke just felt extremely comfortable around her, and liked that she was thinking about things that would make him feel more comfortable. “I probably will be here, unless the caseworker doesn’t want me to be sweetie. But you don’t need to worry, even if I’m not here, you’ll be safe, I guarantee it.” Joy figured she’d be there because when they broke the news that he’d be stuck here, they’d probably need someone to administer diazepam once he had his breakdown. Part 2 Steve Barnwell didn’t really like dealing with Accidental Littles; in general he liked Littles a lot, and he wouldn’t have worked for DLS otherwise, but he wasn’t infatuated like a lot of people, and dealing with an Accidental Little was always painful. In his not-so-extensive experience, nearly every Accidental Little was a nightmare to handle: pretty much none of them knew about dimensional sickness, and the general opinion of Bigs back in the Little’s dimension wasn’t really positive (something that would probably stun most Little parents here: Bigs were more or less thought of as monsters by everyone except for a very small subset of people). Eventually Accidental Littles were usually able to find their niche, but it often took quite a long time, and quite a bit of pain. The other major challenge with Accidental Littles was finding them adoptive parents. Generally, prospective parents aren’t really interested in helping a Little who’s stuck here involuntarily, and the Littles themselves often aren’t satisfied with having so few choices in adoptive parent, not that they want one anyway. Right now, for Luke, there was only one reasonable option, and Steve actually felt that she was the best he had seen for all the Accidental Little cases he had dealt with so far. He hoped that Luke would eventually appreciate how good he had it, even if he didn’t get a choice of adoptive parent. Steve stopped by the nurse’s station to talk with both the doctor and nurse before going to meet Luke. “So how’s he holding up? Has he been talking at all?” “Well his body went under a lot of stress with the travel, but his arrival in the lake wasn’t as much an issue as initially expected. He didn’t even suffer from hypothermia.” Dr. Hansen was pretty unflappable, but more focused on healing the Little’s body than really worrying about the other stuff. He figured that’s what the case worker was for. His bedside manner was calm and generally positive, but he wasn’t so much a Little’s doctor as he was just a doctor. Other than size, there weren’t that many physiological differences between Bigs and Littles. Joy spoke next. “I talked with him for a little bit a little over an hour ago, he was pretty groggy, but easy to deal with. He definitely doesn’t know what it means to be an Accidental Little. In fact, he doesn’t seem to know much about our dimension in general, though he was accommodating when I gave him a sippy cup.” Even Dr. Hansen cringed upon hearing that Luke didn’t know what it meant to be an Accidental Little. The next hour or so was going to really suck. “Let me write a diazepam script right now. Steve, do you want me to be in there when you break the news?” Joy jumped in “Actually, Luke already seemed to want me to be there when Steve was gonna meet with him. I’m fine administering the pen if necessary.” Steve smiled, “I think that’ll be really good, if he has someone he already likes and trusts, I think that will make everything a lot easier.” After picking up the pen, they walked down the hallway towards Luke’s room. Upon reaching it, Joy popped her head around the doorframe and simultaneously knocked on it. Luke had been sitting up staring into nothing, but quickly popped his head around. Joy’s tone was light and cheery to try and keep things positive, at least for the moment. “Hey Luke, your caseworker is here to chat with you. If you still want, I can stay here too?” Luke smiled, Joy had been the best part of a bad situation so far. “Yeah, you can stay.” He didn’t want to betray how nervous he was about this meeting. It was good to know that he was in an Alliance country, but having somebody who he knew was on his side was even better. Joy stepped all the way into the room and gestured behind her. A man a least a foot taller than she was stepped in at her indication. “This is Steve Barnwell. He’s your caseworker here in Aquitane.” By Luke’s accounting, Steve looked to be in his mid-thirties, he was slim, bordering on skinny, and looked to be pure business. Steve was wearing perfectly tailored slacks and light blue button-down shirt. Steve’s appearance and much less warm expression did not put Luke at ease. Steve had been wearing a business meeting smile rather than nurse Joy’s I’m happy to see you smile. Steve spoke first. “It’s nice to meet you Luke, as nurse Joy said, I’m Steve and I’ll be your caseworker here in Aquitane. I’m sure you have a lot of questions, and I’ll have a lot of answers, but let me get some info to you right off the bat so that we can all be on the same page.” Steve hoped that if he took control of the conversation then Luke wouldn’t be able to set himself up for a major breakdown. Pacing and tone can get you through a lot of difficult conversations. It helped that Steve didn’t really care if Luke thought of him as a friend, he just wanted the best possible outcome for both Luke and the Aquitane government. “So, you’ve been here for about three days so far. You were caught in an unanticipated rift in our dimensions’ inter-dimensional fiber, which sucked you over to our dimension. Here, your situation is called an ‘Accidental Little’, and some people will probably refer to you as such. Your arrival here was quite eventful as far as these things go: you popped out over a lake and had to be saved from drowning before we were able to get you to a hospital here in Bordeu, which by the way is the capital of Aquitane. It took quite a while to get you here, and by the time doctors determined you were safe and stable, more than 3 hours had passed since your arrival.” Steve paused for three heartbeats to see if Luke recognized the importance of that final sentence. Luke was simply listening intently. Steve decided to continue with other info before coming back to the Accidental Little situation. “We got into contact with your government on the same day you arrived, so they’re aware you’re here. It took another day for the government to get into contact with your parents, but they now know you’re here too. Apparently you lived quite far from an inter-dimensional communication station, so it’ll take another day or two before you’ll be able to talk to your parents.” Luke heaved a sigh of relief. His family knew he was here, which meant that they wouldn’t be so worried. He was looking forward to getting out of the dimension, but assumed it took some time to prepare a more standard transportation. He decided to ask. “Um, so if you’re planning for my parents to call me, will it take quite a while for me to get sent back to my dimension?” Steve and Joy shared a gulp and a look as though they were deciding who would break the news. Of course, there was no real choice. Steve replied. “Not to step around your question Luke, but do you know much about interdimensional travel?” Luke shook his head. “Okay, this is gonna be slightly technical, and a little weird, but stick with me for a second. In each of our dimensions, we are surrounded by 4th moment dimensional plasma. This plasma is unique to each individual dimension. When travelling between dimensions, one travels through 5th moment dimensional plasma. This plasma will strip you of the plasma associated with your home dimension if you aren’t protected during the trip. This is why we use the transports and medication we do when transporting between dimensions. The consequences of having your plasma stripped are significant: it causes some sickness, and is the main reason you’ve been unconscious for the last three days. Additionally, when you don’t have your own plasma layer, you get a new one within a few hours of arriving here, you now have the same plasma layer as me and Joy. In the universe’s eyes, you are from our dimension.” Luke was getting really nervous, he could kind of guess what Steve was trying to imply, but his brain wouldn’t let him believe it. “So if I were given the same protection for my return trip, I could live in my dimension, but with your dimension’s plasma right?” Steve smiled weakly. “You’d think that, and it is true for Bigs from our dimension, that they can at least travel to your dimension safely. However, having your plasma stripped has long term consequences. Your body will recognize your home dimension’s plasma and try to get back to it. However, our dimension’s plasma won’t let that happen easily; this situation puts your body under extreme stress, and rapidly causes damage at the cellular level. It’s like having a shirt, and travelling here shrunk it down to fit our dimension; bringing it back to your dimension would be like trying to unshrink it by tearing it apart and then sewing it back together. Eventually your body would have your home dimension’s plasma, but you’d be long dead by then. You won’t be leaving our dimension Luke.” Now Joy was sitting in a more active ‘ready’ position. Luke’s eyes had gotten wide, he was holding his breath. His head felt like it was being pressed under a vice. Anxiety, fear, anger all were building up inside of him. He decided he preferred anger at the moment. “That’s fucking bullshit! You guys just want to keep me! You think we don’t hear about how Amazons treat humans in your dimension. You guys must be so glad to have another human fall into your laps, you didn’t even have to work for me. You can send me back but you won’t even let me go.” Luke was panting for air. His yelling was loud enough to attract the attention of another nurse who came briskly towards the room. When Joy saw her, she subtly motioned her away. Steve responded calmly, this was going pretty well so far. Luke was angry, but hadn’t done anything wild. “You know that’s not true Luke, nobody hopes for this outcome. People don’t want to adopt someone who doesn’t want to be here. In those other countries, they alter you surgically so that you can’t talk or fight back. Doing that here is illegal, and certainly will not be happening to you.” Steve paused to let Luke have more of his say. “Adopt me?! I have parents! I have a family! I don’t need to be adopted! I had my whole fucking life ahead of me and you guys have ruined because you’re all twisted freaks who want to kidnap adults and treat them as children! I’m leaving!” At that, Luke kicked off his blanket and tried to stand up on his bed. His hospital gown had shifted off to the side, so his diaper butt and most of his front was showing clearly to Steve and Joy. His IV line was pulling at him, and he reached to try and pull it out. At this, Steve acted, in one quick step he was holding Luke’s arm to prevent him from reaching the IV. “Luke, you can’t leave the hospital yet. And we aren’t lying about the dimensional sickness. It is fairly well known even in your dimension. I can get somebody from your dimension to talk with you about it later if you’d like.” Steve’s hand was still wrapped not too tightly around Luke’s left arm, from wrist to elbow. Luke wasn’t listening at all, instead, he twisted his body around and grabbed Steve’s thumb with his right hand and tried to pull it off his arm. Luke was really strong: he was in the gym five days per week lifting and rowing, and had a body that had allowed him to easily pledge to a fraternity when he entered university, it also allowed him quite a bit of success with women. His strength was essentially useless here, Steve’s hand may as well have been made of titanium, there was no way for Luke to free himself with pure strength. Without thinking or consciously meaning to, Luke twisted a bit more, and brought his head over towards Steve’s hand. Joy knew what was about to happen, she’d dealt with littles undergoing mental breakdowns and episodes, but she was too slow to intervene, the switch that flipped Luke from quiet and concerned to loud and angry had stunned her a bit despite her ‘ready’ position, leaving her ineffectual in her chair. Luke bit Steve on the wrist, hard. His mouth was too small to do damage to major tendons, veins, or arteries, but little teeth are still sharp, and he pierced Steve’s skin, drawing blood and getting that strong metallic taste in his mouth. “Ahhgh shit! That hurts!” Steve grabbed Luke by the shoulder and pulled him away from his wrist, while still trying to keep control over his left arm. “Fuck you you fucking asshole go to fucking…” Joy finally injected the pen into his thigh, and Luke drooped back into bed. “Let’s get your wrist taken care of Steve. He got you pretty bad. Lucky you’re in a hospital.” Joy called another nurse over to get some disinfectant and bandages. “Crazy little. I’m used to these ones kicking and screaming, I didn’t think he was going to bite me. Hopefully he’s at least less violent when he wakes up. I hope we can get him adopted quickly, or at least that his parents can calm him down…” Steve was holding the bandage around his wrist even though he didn’t really need to. It didn’t hurt anymore, and there wasn’t too much blood. The big thing with bite wounds is the potential for infection, but being in a hospital allowed them to disinfect the injury almost instantly. He wasn’t mad at Luke, but mainly frustrated with the situation, Accidental littles make everyone look bad: the dimension for keeping them against their will, the country (at least in the case of the Alliance) for the same reason, especially Aquitane which didn’t allow independent littles, and finally, Accidental littles were massively uncooperative, though there were relatively few of them, the rate of return to the agency was almost five times higher than a standard adopted little. In fact, issues with the return rate on Accidental littles had caused agencies in Aquitane to institute a unique policy: If you are unable to care for the Accidental little you adopted, you will be barred from adopting any other little for life. The natural concern about this sort of rule is that it keeps the little trapped in a bad situation as well. However, experience has shown that this isn’t the case: The main changes that occur in this situation is that the big is now forced to more conscientiously evaluate how they can respect their little’s needs. The agency had previously provided substantial reading material about what sort of massive changes may have occurred in the little’s life, but often that information would go in one ear and out the other for bigs who are little crazy. That changed once the new agreement was instituted, at least once the big and little reached a critical climax point. Additionally, the reality was that after the institution of the new rule, life satisfaction for Accidental littles approached that of normally adopted unregressed littles after 3 years or so, whereas previously it took longer to approach similar levels of happiness. In order to prevent abuse from sadistic bigs who would have otherwise wanted a kidnapped little, Accidental littles also received much more frequent and thorough welfare checks than any other type of little. Part 3 Luke woke up again about an hour later. Steve was waiting in a chair near his bed browsing his cell phone. When he noticed Luke waking up, he called for Joy to join him. “Welcome back to the land of the living Luke. You sure got me good.” Steve smiled and raised his bandaged wrist into Luke’s field of view. “Please don’t do that again. If you do, we’ll have to restrain you, which will probably make you confirm all your fears about bigs and littles.” In truth, they were already supposed to have restrained him, but Steve convinced Dr. Hansen not to, explaining that it would probably cause more significant damage to Luke’s mental health than any reaction could cause to Luke’s or anyone’s physical health. “What did you guys do to me?” There wasn’t much anger in Luke’s voice, just exhaustion. Joy stepped in. “Honey, we gave you some medicine to fall asleep. You had already hurt Steve, and we were concerned you were going to hurt yourself as well. You have to remember that our number one job is to keep you safe.” “I have some more information to give you, so I’m gonna talk, and then let you ask questions at the end okay? Can you try your best to stay calm for me?” Steve looked to Luke who gave him a nod while holding a glare that communicated his deep dissatisfaction with the situation. “Okay, so you’re what we call an Accidental Little. You’re suck here, but that doesn’t mean your life has to be miserable. Our government spends considerable resources to ensure that you are adopted to a caregiver that will actively work to keep you happy and healthy.” Luke glared even harder. Steve could tell that he had taken issue with being adopted. “You will be adopted. Littles living independently isn’t a thing in Aquitane; it isn’t a thing in any country but for a select few, and they don’t allow Accidental Little immigration anyway. There are no public facilities designed for Little use. You have to remember that 99% of humans here are treated as babies or young children. Being adopted means that you will have the rights of a minor.” Luke was ready to blow up, he had only become an adult a couple years ago, now he was going to be stuck as a little kid?! Steve spoke quickly. “However, we actively search to make sure you are adopted by a caregiver who is more willing to let you express your independence. This means things like wearing much more mature clothes than what standard Little’s wear, eating more adult-style meals, having a more mature room, more mature toys and activities, maybe there won’t be restrictions on the type of television you watch, you will likely not have to use a high chair (though it’s really more convenient). All-in-all, legally you’re still their kid, but we make sure that they understand you are an adult, and desire, at least for now, to maintain most of the independence that you would have otherwise had.” Luke wasn’t ready to say anything. When Steve went through the list of differences between him and other Littles, he was simultaneously relieved and indignant. Glad that he wouldn’t be kept as a baby, but frustrated that those other things were actual possibilities. “There are some things that you aren’t going to like, beyond just the whole situation of you being here.” Steve ran his hand through his hair, he was preparing for another blowup. “You will almost certainly be expected to wear and use diapers.” Luke jerked up and interrupted. “I don’t need diapers! I don’t want to wear diapers!” “I know you don’t need diapers Luke, and conceptually your caregiver might understand that as well. However, there are no Little sized toilets or public accommodations as I said. It is honestly more dignified for both you and your caregiver to keep you in diapers rather than holding you over a toilet for your needs. It’s also something that probably won’t become that big a deal in time. This is one thing that even Accidental Littles accept without too much fuss after a relatively short period.” “So what else am I gonna hate?” Luke spat. He was still angry, but he was mostly tired and feeling more and more hopeless. He felt like he had essentially died and been sent to Hell, or at least Purgatory. “Hmm. Well you will probably have to drink from a bottle occasionally and a sippy cup nearly all the time. You will probably sleep in a crib, though maybe you can convince your Big to keep the bars down. If your Big has a job, you’ll probably have to go to daycare. Only some handle unregressed Littles, so they’ll be relatively aware of your cognition, but a lot of things will still feel infantile.” Steve shifted in his chair again, explaining how Bigs viewed Littles was always uncomfortable to a Little who didn’t want to be there. “The last, and probably biggest thing is how Bigs other than your caregiver will view you. Remember that 99% of Littles are treated as toddlers or infants. Most Bigs will view you in the same way until they interact with you. Some still will even after that, we call it ‘Little blindness’ and don’t really understand what causes it, but there are just some Bigs who can’t help see you as a toddler, no matter what you say or do.” “Wait, so you’re saying that other than my caregiver, I actually am going to be treated like a baby?” Luke was more than angry, he felt he had been lied to. They promised he would get to keep a lot of his independence, but now the caveats just kept growing. “A little bit, at first, yes. However, I’d say that most Bigs are not completely Little blind, and will treat you more maturely after interacting with you. Complete blindness is mainly an issue associated with the older generation, though some younger Bigs have it to, we think it’s at least partly biological.” Steve paused and spoke again. “But! Right now your caregiver is going through some intensive training on how to treat an Accidental Little. Part of that training is on making sure other Bigs treat you with respect, and strategies to make public outings more enjoyable for both of you.” Luke was both relieved and annoyed, it felt like every improvement had a caveat. “You mean you’ve already chosen who will take care of me? I don’t even get a say in it? What the hell!” Steve cringed. He probably shouldn’t have let it slip like that. “We have. Sometimes the Accidental Little gets a choice, but usually there is only one or two Bigs at any time applying to adopt an Accidental Little, so the choice is kind of made for you. In your case there were two applicants, including one who was specifically interested in you. However, that one was fairly Little blind, and didn’t really have the resources it took to handle this sort of unique situation. The other is a lot more open minded, and, if we’re being honest, fairly wealthy, which will probably be lot more fun for you.” Luke frowned, but for the most part agreed with Steve’s reasoning. He was a little insulted that so few Bigs wanted to adopt him, even if he didn’t want to be adopted himself. “I want to talk to my parents.” Luke was emotionally done. Joy was happy that there wasn’t another blowup, but she also really felt bad for him, it just didn’t seem like he could imagine any positives to living here. She wanted to tell him that it would be like an eternal vacation, but figured it would be insulting to his previous life. “You’ll get to talk to them tomorrow. We already have a time setup.” “Can you tell me about the person who’s gonna adopt me?” “You’ll get to meet her tomorrow too. She’s gonna chat with you parents for a bit after you do. Her name’s Erin.” Luke yawned. It was well past the time most Littles went to bed. “How about you get some sleep, and you and I can chat more tomorrow before you talk with your parents.” Steve stood from his chair and reorganized some of his files before putting them in his briefcase. “I guess I don’t really have a choice.” Joy reached over and patted his hand. Luke didn’t respond but to look up at her. His eyes were glistening with tears, but he wasn’t crying yet. He had ran out of energy to be angry, and now pure sadness was filling its hole. “My life is completely fucked, isn’t it?” Joy just patted his hand again.

Give a "thumbs up" if you're wearing plastic pants over your diapers tonight

The sharp sound of snapping fingers brought me back. My hands were untied. I was sitting in the center of the white room, wearing the same soaked diaper. The headphones were gone. I looked up at my caregiver with glossy eyes and confusion written all over my face. What... what had happened? But before I could ask, she held out a photo for me to see. Me, wearing my pink waddle pants and a frilly dress. My thighs were forced apart by the thickness. I could hardly walk in those. I blushed. "Please, Mommy, I—” I froze, mid-sentence. Mommy? Did I just call her... why would I do that?! "You remember that day, don't you? You remember how thickly padded you were, you remember what it was like to not be able to walk, to not be able to stand, you remember it well, you remember how helpless you felt..." Statements. The woman gave her statements, not questions. She gave her absolutes that she couldn't possibly argue with, even without the conditioning. "I... um..." I shook my head, trying to shake the thoughts. This wasn't anything like that! She kidnapped me! I didn't belong here, I wanted to go home! But a part of me, deep down, longed for the memory in that photo... "Lay down," she said. I shook my head. "You want to be changed, don't you?" I looked down at the diaper. It would leak if I wet myself again. So, begrudgingly, I laid back and let her change me. After all, she'd done it so many times already. We didn't have anything inherently and solely thick, not the way that Kimberly had owned at home - that girl was surely far too into her imaginative notion of what being a well-behaved little pet was - but there were ways to make up for that. Kimmy laid down, and the woman untaped her diaper, her single diaper, the last single diaper she'd ever wear. From now on, Kimmy worked only in multiples. "Hey, what are you—” "Children are to be seen, not heard." I felt my stomach sink, like a hole had opened up from under me. I opened my mouth to say something else, but I... I couldn't. I looked up at Mommy with momentary panic as she lifted my legs, putting a second diaper under me. She taped it over the first, and then did the same with a third. A fourth. I shook my head in protest, but whenever I tried too hard to scream, lulling words filled my head. The wheels on the bus go round and round... round and round... round and round... "You're such a good girl, Kimberly.” The glossy look in her eyes, the way the conditioning took hold, the thickness between her legs and the way she didn't even try was just... delightful. Some projects were simply business, some jobs we took on... in-fact, most of them, were for the sake of the client. But this time, this girl, this Kimberly... she was something special. She was coming home with the woman, one day. She was coming home with Mommy.

FILE5 > Kimpending

The Third Value: Imagination “Am I done yet?” I asked, with a touch of impatience. “I feel like we’ve been talking all night.” But the sun hadn’t crested the horizon. The sky outside my window was still cloudy and black. It felt like the night would last forever. “You tell me,” she said with a smile. “Well, I guess if I’m being honest…” I played with my fingers in front of me, looking down at the blankets. “I don’t really understand the imagination one.” “The joy of building with toys,” Rachel explained. “Or hugging a stuffed animal close, to tell them about your day. The ability to see a world you create, that no one else can truly see. For many, imagination is the hardest one.” Then, quieter, under her breath, as if in mourning, Rachel said: “Adulthood stomps out imagination.” “Well…” I thought about it a minute before answering, “probably because it doesn’t really matter, you know?” “Doesn’t it, though? The ability to see behind what’s in front of you is invaluable.” “A fake world is just fake. A teddy bear can’t hear me talking to it.” “Can’t they?” Rachel asked, with a bit of surprise. “Mine hear me quite well. They even talk back on occasion.” I rolled my eyes. “Stuffed animals can’t talk.” “Hmm, that’s where you’re wrong.” I puffed out my cheeks in indignation. Was she messing with me?! “I’m not wrong! I’ve had tons of stuffed animals! They don’t listen, they don’t talk!” “They certainly listen, and certainly can talk. But you have to allow yourself to listen to them.” “That’s stupid! That’s not real!” “But are we talking about the real world? Remember, we are discussing imagination.” I balled my hands at my sides. Her circular thinking felt like spinning around on a carnival ride. I was frustrated and confused, and those two feelings made for a bad combination. “I just don’t see the point in doing something that’s made up. It doesn’t mean anything!” “Are cartoons not made up? Imagined by someone?” “Of course they are!” “And they have no meaning to you? Not a single character from a book you’ve read? Or a favorite TV show? Maybe a princess movie, perhaps?” Her words were like a strong wind, and I was just a dim candle. I looked away and shook my head. “Of course they don’t…” “Is that honesty?” she asked. …ugh. “It’s true, they don’t have the worth of silver or stone. But wouldn’t you mourn them if suddenly they were lost? Don’t they mean something to you?” “Maybe…” I let out a sigh of resignation and crossed my arms. “Those fantasies someone else dreamed up… they are your dreams now too. They have become real, in a way, because they influence the world.” “I guess…” “What about when you were a little girl?” Rachel asked. “Did you ever make-believe?” “Yeah…” “How so?” I shrugged my shoulders and bit my lip. “My teddy bear used to talk to me.” Gosh, this was a silly conversation to have with a stranger… “But she’s not real. She’s just fluff.” “And tomorrow, if she were to disappear, how would you feel?” Silence. I looked up at the shelf in the corner of my room, where my teddy bear sat. She had been in that same spot for ten years, unless the maids were dusting. But if she were to suddenly vanish? I felt my stomach sink. “I lost mine once,” Rachel told me. “I wept. Like, I bawled my eyes out, even though I’m in my twenties. I felt like… I’d lost a friend.” I nodded in understanding. “In the end, I found him. He went on an adventure without me. But it hurt… because of everything he meant to me.” “Even if he’s not real to other people,” I explained, “he’s real to you.” “Isn’t that enough?” she asked me. “No one else understands though. And they’ll tease me.” I felt a sickness building in my heart. I pulled my knees to my chest and looked down at my feet. I felt like crying… “You’d be surprised how many people might understand that feeling,” Rachel laughed. But it wasn’t funny! She didn’t get it! “It’s wrong! Bears don’t talk and cartoons aren’t real and if you tried to argue with someone about it, you’d be wrong! Imagination is always wrong!” “And yet.” “I’m right! And you know I’m right!” I uncrossed my arms and slammed my fists into the bedsheets. But Rachel didn’t even flinch. She just waited until I’d gotten it out of my system. “I’m right!” I told her again. “I’m always right!” “That must be lonely.” Her words left a sharp pain in my chest. Truth. “S-so what?! I’d rather be right than… than…” “Happy?” I stared at Rachel. Not with anger or irritation. But with… realization. I looked at her with wide eyes and an open mouth. And when I finally closed my mouth again, I settled back into my bed and wiped the tears from my eyes. “This stuff is hard, princess,” she said to me, running her fingers through my hair. “No one said it would be easy.” I nodded my head and took a long quiet minute before telling her how I felt. “I’d rather be happy than right. What’s the point in always being right, anyway? If I’m not happy…” “Then don’t you think you owe your teddy bear an apology?” she asked. I nodded. “Go on, then.” I climbed out of bed with patience and reverence, like I had all the time in the world. Then I went over to my shelf, stood on my tippy toes, and pulled my teddy bear down into my arms. Tears filled my eyes. “I’m so sorry,” I told her. “Sorry for not listening all these years. I didn’t think you mattered because you weren’t real, but you always made me so happy. That’s what really matters…” “I think introductions are in order,” Rachel said happily from my bed. “What is your friend’s name?” I looked down at the teddy bear in my arms and up at Rachel with a smile. “Lola.” “That’s a lovely name.” “Lola says thank you,” I said for her. Rachel beamed proudly and tapped the edge of the bed. “I think you’re ready to move onto the next step.”

Hopefully Ella gets the closure she needs to move forward

I struggle with this, and it's not that I don't know how to use proper grammar. Spellcheckers check spelling, and if I can't remember- Google is a great resource. I know the rules, but the problem is I type faster than I think, and I miss articles. Sometimes I miss negatives, which changes the meaning the of the sentence. Proofreading doesn't work for me, because I know what I wanted to say. I installed Grammarly, but that only helps a little bit. Fact is-I'm not good at proofing, because I'm not detailed and I don't read word by word. I'm writing a story, and the grammar is very important to me. I'm using it in word- which is connected to my Grammarly account, and then I'm having the Windows Narator read it, because if I read myself- I don't see it. Ironically- even with that that fix- I still missed somethings.

It definitely has. Beginning to nurture a neglected side of me has made me a lot happier!

Adjustment Chapter 2 Pat nodded. 'Well, Pat,' the doctor said. 'That's the end of your individual session with me. I'll get Sal back and we'll just run through a few things and that will be that for this month.' 'Thank you, Dr Saunders,' said Pat. Dr Saunders smiled, and Pat felt a bit better. The 'Be a polite boy and earn a smile' advertising had worked its charms on him as much as on the rest of the male population. Boys didn't earn money now, and the program was designed to reward good behaviour by making the approval of females a desirable thing. Even young women were encouraged to compliment boys - of any age - who were helpful and courteous. The door to Dr Saunders' room opened and Sal entered. 'Hello, darling,' she said, giving Pat a kiss. 'Did you have a nice chat with Dr Saunders?' 'Yes,' said Pat. 'We covered some ground,' said Jan Saunders. 'Including the little problem last week.' 'I said I was sorry,' said Pat. 'That's not the point, honey,' said Dr Saunders kindly. 'Anyway,' she added, 'I don't think we'll be taking off our diaper at night again, will we Pat?' 'No,' said Pat. He'd been genuinely shocked when Sal had put him over her knees and spanked him. It hurt, too. That he really had been naughty was driven home by Dr Saunders more or less agreeing with Sal's actions. He thought of the posters around the day group - 'No one likes naughty boys' with an image of a boy standing with his nose in a corner, and even more blunt 'Naughty boys get spanked' with an elegant female hand about to land on the white underpants of a bent over bottom. Still, he hadn't actually seen anyone being spanked at day group. Precluding badly behaved boys from activities for a while was more their style. 'Good,' said Dr Saunders. 'Now, speaking of diapers, Pat's wetting every night now, isn't he?' 'Yes,' said Sal as Pat blushed. 'Then you'll qualify for some assistance if you change to a sustainable product. There are several choices,' she said. It had taken Pat some time to get used to being taped into a diaper every night, and he didn't want to change. 'I'm fine with...' he began. 'Pat, please don't interrupt,' said Sal. 'What are the choices, Jan?' 'There are two,' said Dr Saunders, 'Both are washable rather than disposable. First are standard cloth diapers. One or two are worn, depending on the severity of wetting, or even three for very heavy wetters, with plastic panties. The alternative is an all in one washable diaper with snap studs and an integral waterproof cover. Pat's a heavy wetter, and leaks can be a problem with the all in ones, so I'd suggest the cloth diapers and plastic panties. You'd qualify for two dozen a week. The diaper service in your area would pick up and drop off weekly. They even give you a diaper pail.' Pat's heart sank. He knew that quite a few boys wet at night, but from the talk at the group Sal dropped him off at when she was busy, it was occasional rather than every night. Pat certainly hadn't admitted to the other boys at the group that he'd been wetting every night for a month now. Sal had said they'd have to talk to Dr Saunders about it, but he thought Dr Saunders would recommend medication, or regulating fluids or something, not having to wear babyish terry diapers and plastic panties. 'How do they, you know, do up?' asked Pat. 'With these, honey,' said Dr Saunders, producing a large safety pin with a cover over its closure. Pat looked at the safety pin. It looked like a baby diaper pin. 'Can I put them on myself?' he asked. 'Not really,' said Dr Saunders. 'They can be a bit fiddly. Sal puts your tapes on, doesn't she?' 'I tried,' said Pat, 'But...' 'I know,' said Dr Saunders. 'Pat, most wives diaper their boys. I know you want to be helpful, but with these diapers especially, it's best if Sal puts them on for you.' 'And what about car trips?' asked Pat. 'Sometimes for long trips, Sal...' 'You'll just wear these,' said Dr Saunders. 'They're very comfy, and you'll soon get used to them. Now, I usually start off by showing wives how to deal with these, so Pat, honey, I'd like you to take off your things, please.' Dr Saunders pressed the intercom on her desk. 'Julie, would you bring a pack of medium cloth diapers in for Pat please, and three plastic panties and a box of pins?' she asked. 'And the changing mat, too please Julie.' Pat sat glumly. He thought he was going to be given some medical help for his wetting, and now he was being put into cloth diapers with pins and plastic panties, like a baby. Even for car trips too, when he sometimes wet a little bit. He thought of the book he'd seen around the house - 'Boy Care For Loving Wives'. He'd looked at the cover, but hadn't dared open it. It was published by the ubiquitous NDBC, the National Department for Boy Care. The picture on the front showed a loving wife pinning her boy into a cloth diaper, the boy's bare little genitals flecked with talc. There was no modesty about boys' bodies these days. Sal stood to help Pat off with his overalls. Most boys wore them now. They were the same as the overalls young women wore, although boys' overalls often had cartoon figures on the bibs. Pat didn't mind that. It made him feel a bit special. Overalls and pants didn't have flys any more. The last urinals had disappeared some time ago, and now boys and women used the same bathrooms. It was usual for women, whether a wife, sister or daughter, to take a boy to the bathroom too, whether or not the boy wore daytime diapers. Most boys needed help with their tapes, or needed the dry diaper the woman was carrying. Pat wondered about boys who wore pull-ups during the day, or those thick undies and wouldn't need help unless they were wet, but women taking boys to the bathroom was recommended by the NDBC, so people complied. Women seemed to take the bathroom visits as an opportunity to chat, anyway, as far as Pat could see. Julie arrived with the diapers and other items. Sal pulled down Pat's white underpants. They were NDBC recommended items too. They were just like the ones young women wore, except for a double thickness panel running from front to back. The panel was cloth both sides but had something waterproof between. It was to contain the slight leaks that most boys were prone to during the day. Sal looked at Pat's underpants when she had them off. Today of all days, thought Pat. He knew they were a bit damp, but he was concerned as Sal showed them to Dr Saunders. 'Pat, these are quite wet, honey,' said Dr Saunders. 'How many pairs of underpants have you been using during the day?' 'Erm, two sometimes,' said Pat guiltily. Sal laughed. 'Two, usually and three sometimes,' she told Dr Saunders. 'I see,' said Dr Saunders. 'Pat, that's above the recommended threshold for daytime diapers.' Pat felt a wave of panic. 'But...' he said. 'Pat,' said Dr Saunders. 'I know you're concerned, so what we'll do is monitor things until next visit, but I think you'll have to accept that you'll be in daytime diapers. ' Pat felt helpless. 'Pat,' the nurse Julie broke in. 'It's not so bad. My boy Peter has been in diapers full time for almost a year, and he goes to day group five days a week while I'm working, so all the other boys know. He's quite used to them. He likes them, actually. He's got Star Wars ones and Spider-Man ones. Our daughter gave him those.' Pat couldn't say much. He was lying on his back now, with just his top on. Like all boys since the changes, he was hairless from the eyebrows down, and his small penis lay in a soft curl over his testes. They were diminishing too, but were still in evidence, like little olives tight up against his groin. One of the reasons for the removal of urinals was the inability of boys to reliably find and use their penises to pee. It was easier for them to sit down. Modesty was also no longer an issue. It was common to see women changing boys in public, on lawns or on park benches. Once Dr Saunders was satisfied Sal had a good grasp of diaper pinning, Pat was dressed again. Dr Saunders asked Pat to wait in the waiting room while she had a chat to Sal. Pat sat looking at the pile of magazines. There were a lot about boy care and a newspaper, which Pat picked up. He flicked through the pages of politics and news, glancing at the pictures of important and newsworthy women. Out of habit, he turned the newspaper over to look at the sports pages. They were covered in pictures and stories about various sportswomen and women's sports teams. Boys sports were now reduced to novelty events at parties and festivals, like sack races and balancing competitions. There was talk from time to time about some kind of short boys league matches before women's games, but boys weren't really strong enough any more to provide much of a spectacle. Such an event was likely to end up with unhappy boys in tears anyway, and the idea had never been pursued by sporting administrators. Pat thought of his efforts to toss the basketball after one of the matches Sal played in every few weeks. He couldn't throw it more than a few yards, and there was no way he could toss it as high as the basket the women used. It was the same with football. There was a women's football league now, and Pat's efforts with that ball were the same - just a few yards, and the exertion made him wet his pants. He'd really lost interest in sports, anyway. He was more interested in the games they had at day group, where they had things you could climb on, and model animals, and blocks you could build houses and bridges out of. Sometimes they had races, but they were only short, like across the square of lawn in front of the centre. Sal and Dr Saunders reappeared, and after saying goodbye, Pat and Sal were on their way. 'It's not so bad, is it, honey?' asked Sal as they left the surgery. Pat was conscious of the thick double diaper around his loins and the plastic panty over them. He crinkled as he walked. 'They feel funny,' he said. They did feel funny. Pat felt that his world had changed slightly. He was now 'in diapers', even if it was only for today. 'They will for a little while,' said Sal, 'But you'll get used to them.' 'I thought we were just trying them out, and we'd see next time,' said Pat. 'Well, we'll wear these home, and see how we go,' said Sal. Pat often felt as if he wasn't sure what was going on. As he worried about wearing daytime diapers, he looked up at a sign next to their car. It showed an unhappy looking boy sitting on some grass, looking up at a woman. Underneath the image, it said 'Confused? Uncertain? Ask a woman' The woman in the image was in a school uniform, and looked about twelve. Woman these days referred to a female of any age, just as boy referred to any male. The terms 'man' and 'girl' were outdated and no longer used. The new nomenclature that had developed seemed to affect perception, too. A woman even of of pre-teen years expected to be deferred to by boys of whatever age, and expected boys to help them if necessary. For their part, most boys automatically obeyed women, whoever they were. Boys were not often seen alone, and if one was, the assumption was that he was lost or needed help. A boy usually had a woman nearby looking after him, whether a wife, sister or daughter. Sal sometimes said she was sorry she and Pat didn't have a daughter who could help look after him and who could mind him instead of her having to drop him off at a day group when she had things to do. They called in at a McDonalds drive through on the way home, and Pat felt the need to pee. 'Sal, I need the bathroom,' he said. Sal glanced at the McDonalds store, then at the car's clock. 'Honey, I've got to get home,' she said. 'Just hang on till then.' Just as Pat had had a strange feeling that wearing daytime diapers was a new world, even with all the changes of the last few years, his brain and bladder seemed to have decided that holding on wasn't such an imperative if there was a diaper around his bottom. It was as if he wanted to hold on, but his bladder just said 'Nup. You've got a diaper on,' and he felt the warmth flow around his crotch. To be continued.

Jen wiped up the pee from the changing mat with the washcloth, before tossing the washcloth onto of my soiled sleeper. ”OK baby let's get you ready.” Jen ripped back the velcro of the diaper cover and folded the front down. ”Wow baby, you really did a number on this one didn't you?” the diaper was stained a yellow/ornage pee color and soaked back to front. ”I really think we made the right decisions with the bigger diapers don't you?” Jen said as she shook out the new disposable, ripped the tape on the booster pad and placed it front and center. I nodded bashfully and looked away. Jen set the diaper back down beside me and set to work popping the tabs on my used disposable one at a time. She pulled the front down revealing the sticky swollen mess that was once a fresh diaper. Jen grabbed wipes from the package and set to work cleaning me up. ”Ok baby lift up.” I complied and Jen slide the disposable out from under my bum. ”There we go.” Jen was hushed and soothing in her tone as she could see I was still visably upset. She balled up the diapers and tossed them ontop of the other soiled garments. Jen grabbed the disposable and slide it under me before coaxing me down mentally onto it. She pulled up the front and hummed Hush Little Baby as she tapped up the front. Jen picked up the final pants and went to the dresser still humming. She grabbed the baby powered and sprinkled it liberally into the crotch and seat before shaking the pants out. The pants we're light blue with ducks on them. Jen return to my feet and lovingly slipped the pants over each foot before sliding them up and into place. Jen stood up over me. ”Well arn’t you just the cutest thing.” she cooed. ”Come on up you get.” Jen helped me to my feet. I stood there numb, almost in shock. ”Ok baby, let's get you dressed.” Jen went to the closet and retrieved a pair of denim overalls and a blue, yellow and white striped shirt. ”I think these will do. I just got them the other day. Let's see how they fit!” Jen set the overalls down on the bed before pulling the shirt over my head. I put my arms through and glanced over at the dresser mirror. The shirt fit well and was quite soft. You could still see my diaper poking out the bottom though and it was quite puffy and forced my legs apart. ”Ok let's get these overalls on. I had them special ordered for you a few weeks ago. They just arrived yesterday. Jen bent down and I stepped in as she pulled them up The overalls were also quite soft and fit well. Jen fasten the suspenders and I glaced in the mirror. The seat was overly generous and accommodated the diaper easily. It was also clear that there were snaps in the crotch and down the legs for easy access. ”Now honey, do you think you can do your own socks if I go get Mia.” I nodded slowly and went to the dresser. I noticed the diaper caused me to waddle slightly, as if I had rode for too long in a saddle.” I grabbed socks from the top drawer, went back to the bed and sat down. Mia appeared in the doorway. ”Feeling better baby?” I nodded bashfully and looked away. ”Well I'm going to put this stuff in the washer.” Mia said as she bent down. Mia unwrapped the cloth cover removed the soaked disposable and wrapped them both independently. ”And this in the diaper disposal.” She said as she plopped the disposable on top of the pile before scooping it all up and exciting the room. I blushed and set to work on my socks. I finished pulling the grey sports socks on just as Mia returned. ”OK baby, why don't we go downstairs and watch some cartoons while mommy finishes getting ready.” Mia waved at me to follow her and I got off the bed and pursued her down the stairs. As we entered the living room I noticed the wood stove was already on and burning hot. Mia flipped on the TV and sat down on the couch. I moved to sit on the love seat, Mia stopped me. ”No no, babies sit on the floor so they don't hurt the furniture.” Mia motioned for me to sit at her feet and I complied. Mia scrolled down to the kids channels and flipped on Paw Patrol. I leaned back against the couch and allowed myself to get lost in the show. Mia flipped through her phone with her left hand, as she ran her fingers through my hair with her right. As much as Mia teased me relentlessly, she really did love me and her touch was soft and comforting. As the episode finished Jen appeared in the doorway. ”Ready to go?” Mia stood up. ”If we don't get going soon we will never make it back for our afternoon nap.” Mia winked at Jen and she smiled back. “I packed the babies bag with everything we will need for a couple of hours. It’s by the front door.” I sat frozen in place not ready to leave. “Come on baby, lets get going.” Jen walked over, grabbed me by the hand and pulled me up. Mommy lead me through the kitchen and to the front hall. Mia already had my diaper bag slung over her shoulder. “Do you need help with you shoes?” I shook my head and began to pull them on. Jen bent down and tied them as I got them on my feet. “Oh I almost forgot.” Jen went to the kitchen and came back with a pacifier on a clip. She fastened it to my overalls and tucked the pacifier into the flap pocket of my overalls. ”There, now we don't have to worry about a fussy baby.” Jen said Mia as she opened the front door. Mia's black Volkswagon Atlas was parked out front. ”We might as well take my car.” Mia said to my relief. At least Ms. Marsh won't see me. I thought to myself. Mia open the back door and motioned for me to get in. I complied and Jen buckled me in before she and Mia hopped in the front. We weren't in the car for five minutes before I felt the urge to pee. I held it for a second before remembering Jen’s instructions and let go. The thirsty padding of the booster rapidly absorbed the pee while leaving a wet squishy feeling as it became soaked.” I thought for a second that mommy intended for me to feel wet all the time, before dismissing it. This was only temporary. Soon I would be out of diapers and Mia would be gone.... Right? I quickly dismissed the thoughts and looked out the window. Mia and mommy chatted away and I nodded off briefly. I awoke as the car stopped. ”We are here baby.” mommy said as I fluttered my eyes open. Were mommy and Mia holding hands? I rubbed my eyes and Mommy and Mia exited the car. Jen opened my door, undid my seatbelt and coaxed me out. ”Come on baby, we have some shopping to do.” Mommy pulled me out of the car and Mia and her each took a hand and lead me into Home Depot. Mia released me and grabbed a cart as we entered the building. Mommy and I followed behind as we toured around the store. A drill, some screws, some hinges, some paint, and other hardware. Mia filled the cart as mommy and I walked behind. ”I think we have almost everything we need.” Mia said glancing back at Jen. ”All we need now is some lumber.” Mia lead the way to the lumber desk. As we approached I felt pressure begin to build in my stomach. We got to the desk and a beautiful young women with blond shoulder length hair offered to help. ”What can I do to help today ladies.” she said as she smacked her gum. ”Well, we are building some furniture and we neds some help.” We are building a large crib and change table and we need the following supplies.” Mia slid a piece of paper across the desk to the clerk with the required lumber. The clerk looked stunned for a minute and then looked over at me with a big grin. ”Well ladies it looks like you have your hands full.” She said as she eyed me up and down. Finally focusing on the crotch of my overalls. She smacked her gum and grinned wider. ”I can certainly help you out.” I blushed at least five shades of red. The clerk began entering the required suplies into the system. I tired to release some of the pressure in my tummy without drawing too much attention, however I farted quiet loudly and the clerk looked up. ”Seems like baby has a sad tummy” Mia exclaimed as she glanced over at Mommy. Mommy looked at me with a concerned look on her face. ”Baby, do you need to make a poopy?” I started to tear up as the clerk just grinned. Well ladies I best get you on you way. I looks like you have some work ahead of you shortly. Out of fear I immediately began flooding my diapers. The hiss of pee spurting out was audible to anyone within ear shot. “Yaay Baby, good boy!” Mommy praised me. “Just let it all out.” The clerk snickered as she punched away at the keyboard. Mia just grinned and shook her head. “That’s our sweet baby.” The clerk finished up keying the order and Mommy paid with her Visa. Ladies I’m Caitlin, and if you ever, and I mean ever need a baby sitter I would be happy to help.”Why thank you Caitlin, I’m Mia and this is Jen.” Caitlin wrote her number on the completed order and passed it Mia. She looked over at me menacingly and grinned. Another audible fart escaped me. “Well we best be going Caitlin.” Mommy said “we will definitely take you up on that offer at some point, but right now it seems someone is going to be in need of a change shortly.” Jen turned and looked at me. “I hope baby, for both our sakes your not trying to hold it in. We discussed this before coming out. You agreed you weren’t going to hold it anymore.” Caitlin snickered as we turned to leave. “ Bye, bye Baby, I hope I see you soon.” I turned around to follow Mommy as she started off, but doubled over from the pain. “Jen, I think those bottles are kicking in.” Mia said from behind me. “Seems like the baby just needs a little help.” Mia reaches around my chest with her right hand and placing her left hand on my lower back gently straighten me upright from behind. The act of suddenly forcing me upright was the last straw in the battle for my bowels. The seat of my diaper rapidly expanded as Mia held me from behind. I could feel the warm mush filling up the back of the diaper and forcing it the diaper outwards as my bowels spasmed several times. My diaper crackled loudly as this was not a little poppy. Mommy looked on slightly concerned. I heard Caitlin gasp from behind as she wasn’t truly expecting me to mess right in front of her.

As a dad, everything that happens to your kids you take personal. You want to kill somebody, namely the one that hurt your child. Your their dad, you, and as a dad it your job to protect them. What Rob did it was my job to protect Trudy, I felt I failed! I apologized to her for not protecting her like I should have! "Dad you can't watch me 24 hours a day. Frankly I'm kind of glad! If I'm with my friends and somebody tells a dirty joke. I laugh! If you was there I couldn't laugh. I would be too embarrassed! After 2 or three days you would have to sleep or go nuts! You never now when something will happen! I heard what that guy did to Rob. I heard what you did for that guy. Daddy you took care of me. I love you. Frankly I'm glad Rob is in prison he can't hurt another girl for the next 6 years." "I wish I could get him life in prison, but that wasnt up to me, that's the law. I said. James Monroe, the guy that beat Rob to a bloddy pulp, he got him a roommate that is turning him into a Bitch!" Trudy started laughing. "Daddy he already was!" That started me laughing as well! "Yeah he kind of was wasn't he!" I said. I stopped laughing. "Trudy I just want you to be happy!" Trudy hugged me. "Daddy I already am! You adopted me as your daughter! I have fun with you. How many other girls you know have food eating contests with there dad's? Not many I guarantee! How many dad's have their daughters attackers made into a butt buddy for the meanest, baddest prisoner. How many girls can say their dad's built the prison building that their ex boyfriends are now being held at? I can! Daddy I'm not scared of life. You've taught me to face life straight on. You know what you also taught me? Bad things happen to good people. If I hadn't learned that when my parents and family died. It would of killed me. I love you daddy!" "I love you to Trudy, I just never want to see you hurt ever again." "Daddy that's unrealistic, I'm going to have broken hearts from boys. I'm going to cut myself with knives while cooking, burns as Well! I'm going to stub my toes! You can't stop me from getting hurt. No matter how hard you try. I know you want to protect me, your my Daddy! That's what daddy's do!" I left thinking I was being realistic. I sat and thought about me and Trudy, it was the good times that stood out. Our Chicken Fried Steak eating contest. The farting contest afterwards. Good times! The best times even messing with Rob's mind. Was fun because I did it with Trudy my daughter.

well said Betty. If you want people to support you, then you should support them. ABDL and LGBT are similar in that they are small minorities. Helping one, helps the other. or have some people not yet realised that the point of supporting a minority is to support the rights of ALL minorities? When you only accept support you personally approve of and meets your specific needs and prejudices, you will end up with none at all. As to the 'books' question, I get a LOT of email and a lot of messages. Maybe as an author, you dont. I messaged you on twitter and you didnt even bother to respond, so maybe that is why you dont get the feedback and commentary I do. But then again, you seem openly hostile to me for reasons I dont understand. The attacks on me for formula feeding my baby was a very revealing experience. You seem to not really accept the right for others to have behaviours and opinions that dont line up with yours. Thats why LGBT support must match your highness' standards or be rejected just as my baby-care protocols dont meet your exacting demands. Welcome to the world of the permanently offended.

Have them roll onto thier side once you have the majority of the poop off. It is a much better angle to work from. I have never bothered to try and change my own poopy diaper with wipes alone, I just shower. But with help it is fast and easy.

I find Grammarly to be only so-so at proper US English. I use Microsoft Word and it's grammar checker for all my work. Even then, some things are not caught. There are times I have to refer to the Chicago Manual of Style for proper formatting, the Oxford Comma, and such.

My ex used Grammarly to "fix" her manuscripts. Her grasp of English (for someone who grew up in Jersey) limited the effectiveness of the program.

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You have asked the ultimate and perhaps an unanswerable question. You are searching for the Holy Grail. I, too, desire what you do. It would be #3 for me.

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Jonny – part 7 Monday morning and the portents were good. Jonny’s bulky sleepwear was dry and he hoped this one fact would mean his school-wear would return to normal. He was already thinking which briefs he’d slip into when Nan came to get them up. Paul hadn’t been so lucky, he was soaked so she sent him to the bathroom to take a shower and then she’d help get him organised. Earlier Jonny had mentioned to his mother that when Nan got them set for bed the protection was too thick. Theresa had asked if it stopped him sleeping but of course she knew it hadn’t. However, she did take up the point with Gwen on her son’s behalf. Gwen admitted that she did make sure the boys were very well-padded at night as she pointed out it was the time when neither were conscious of what was going on. She hoped that by making sure there was little chance of drips, dribbles or leakages, the boys would be less likely to be embarrassed than if they had wet bedding. However, she was happy to cut back if Theresa or Tom thought she was being a little overprotective. Theresa thought about it and remembered how wet Jonny used to get when he’d had the problem before. She wished he was back to damp-free nights but Gwen was right, until they could sort it out, and both lads needed such nocturnal help, then it was probably best to leave things as they were. Theresa came in, checked her son and was pleased he’d had a dry night. “Ohhh thank heavens for that.” She smiled a reassuring smile. “Let’s hope we have no further relapses eh?” “This is good though right? I mean, I’m dry so maybe it was just a one-off accident eh?” Jonny tried to sound optimistic. “Well sweetie, I’m pleased for you of course but we both know it wasn’t a one-off so, I think we still have to be certain before we go back to how things were.” “But mum...” “Now then Jonny, we made an agreement last night and I intend to keep it but, if you want to go back on that then perhaps we should think again about...” “No, no.” Jonny quickly interrupted. Thinking of having to return to school wearing a nappy the size that Nan would want to put him in. “I’m happy with what we decided.” Paul and Nan walked back into the room. There was no doubt about the thick protection he was wearing under his shorts but didn’t seem worried by it at all. Nan had told him that now Jonny had to wear them, they were like twins, which had the youngster beaming from ear to ear. Jonny was definite... he didn’t want his ‘underwear’ to look that large. “Okay mum,” he said so Nan would know not to get involved, “can you help me with what we decided please?” He’d carefully laid out the protection that Gemma had organised from the day before and, after his morning bathroom break, seemed at ease slipping into this more slinky protection. Despite him worrying about the glossy pink plastic the thing looked pretty good once snapped on him, even his mother commented. “They really do something for you,” She smirked. “Maybe pink is your colour after all.” He could see she was having fun at his expense but checked in the mirror just in case. He had to agree that with the silver snaps down the side, they presented a very stylish pair of vinyl pants. He wondered if it had been Gemma who had chosen them for Paul, he doubted if it would have been Nan, or even his mother. She also made sure everything was tucked in and covered as it should be but again warned him that she didn’t think there was enough padding. “I’m sure it’ll be okay.” He checked himself in the mirror again and the slinky smoothness and lack of bulk was actually a relief from what he’d been wearing over the past couple of days. “I think it will be a dry day.” “I hope so sweetie.” Nan poked her head around the corner shook it but said nothing. Theresa watched as he completed dressing, pulling up a clean pair of trousers over the slippery pink plastic. Obsessed, he searched the mirror for any tell-tale signs of padding but was pleased to see it was all at an absolute minimum and that anyone would have to know he was wearing to be certain. “Okay darling, you look smart and prepared. However, I want you to take this with you as a precaution.” She held out a disposable. “Muuuummmm... I won’t need that... I...” “Let’s hope not.” She said as she shoved it in his school bag. “I just want to be sure should you need it that you have something you can use.” She could see him all flustered and annoyed but she wasn’t going to give in. “Don’t be angry. Let’s be positive and hope you don’t need it but it’s there just in case.” Reluctantly, he could see she wasn’t going to cave so let her get on with it. # Walking to school with Gemma Jonny confessed that he was wearing the protection that she’d put him in the day before. “Does it feel much different?” She enquired “It feels incredibly tight but I couldn’t see any shape that looked like padding when I put my pants on this morning.” “No... I can’t tell either.” She even patted his bottom and said, “I can feel the plastic... only cos I know it’s there... but otherwise...” Jonny felt relieved. He’d gone without breakfast just so he wouldn’t have too much liquid to deal with and was confident he could last and get to the boy’s toilets if he had to go. However, in the middle of a history lesson, at 11.35, and with twenty five minutes to go before lunch break, he felt the first spurt of involuntary pee soak into his padding. He shuffled around trying to get into a more comfortable position when the second unwelcome spurt warmed his groin. He stopped concentrating on what the teachers was saying and tried simply to stop any further discharges but his mind was filled with other images. He knew the teacher wouldn’t let him go to the toilet but raised his hand and hoped. “Please Miss can I please go to the toilet?” “Is it an emergency Jonny?” “Yes Miss.” “Okay, go but don’t take too long... this is an important bit of...” “Thanks Miss.” He swiftly got up from his seat glad there was no stain on his trousers but before he reached the door a third and longer lasting spurt proved too much. Thankfully he was out and into the corridor so none of his classmates saw but the headmistress just happened to be passing. Her sudden appearance was too much of a shock and he could hold on no longer. His bladder gave way, the plastic pants although waterproof were not watertight and trickles appeared down both legs painting his trousers in a dark shade of grey. # Seeing the ten year-old's distress, the headmistress calmly took hold of Jonny’s hand and guided him towards her office. On the short trip he was astonished to see just how wet his pants were. He had been sure that the plastic pants would have held any flood but once again, had been proved wrong. “It’s Jonathan Wilkinson isn’t it?” The headmistress was speaking soft and soothingly though he was surprised she knew his name. “Jonny Miss.” She guided him into her office. “Have you had an accident like this before Jonny?” He didn’t want to admit it but knew that if she called home and he’d lied, there would be trouble. “Just this weekend Miss...” he said with some embarrassment. “Oh, I see.” He thought he’d better tell her the truth. “I’m wearing some protection Miss but it didn’t seem to work.” Now the tears of humiliation came he raised an arm across his eyes to try and prevent her from seeing him so upset. “Don’t worry Jonny... it’s only a little accident.” She smiled as she handed him a tissue. “Now, do you have a replacement?” He told her about the spare disposable in his bag. “You have a sister here don’t you?” He nodded “Gemma, she’s in the same class as me.” “Would you like me to get her?” He wasn’t sure he did. Part of him wanted a friendly face but another part of him was just too embarrassed to have wet in front of the Head. What he actually wanted was to be out of his wet pants they were stuck to his legs and very uncomfortable. The headmistress could see him wriggling uncomfortably so told him to stay where he was and she’d go and collect his bag from the classroom. # As he sat waiting her return his thoughts turned to the events of the last few days and couldn’t believe what had happened. Before, inspired by that freaky naked dream, he only wet at night but now, it just flooded out at random times. He was confused but more so, found it very distressing, which in turn seemed to make him pee more erratically. He knew that was true because another unwanted spurt of pee added to his thin saturated nappy and he could feel it dribble around his bum. He stood up as he didn’t want to wet the headmistress’s chair, this only added to the trickle down the back of his legs. He remembered when he’d started wetting the bed in the first place and for how long he had to wear a nappy at night. He also recollected when he stopped wetting whilst on holiday and the triumph he felt that he didn’t have to wear any more padding. It had taken him a week or more to get used to not having that cushion between his legs. He missed it... to begin with... but eventually the restless nights went the same way as the nappy. Then another thought hit him. It was what Gemma had said about wanting to wear a nappy because Paul was wearing one. On the odd occasion he’d gone to bed at the same time as his younger brother, and seen him climb under the covers thickly padded and wearing plastic protection, which of course Jonny then didn’t, it had made him slightly envious. Not that he thought about returning to wearing night time protection but... well... he seemed so snug, especially if Nan or mum tucked him in and kissed him goodnight. He’d got to the stage where, at his age, he thought that being kissed goodnight was for kids and so he should avoid it at all costs. Still, it was nice when it happened and he could always pretend not to like it. Perhaps weirdly though, he never gave much thought to the fact these days Paul was more or less constantly wearing a nappy. In fact, during the day, when he was running around only wearing his padding, Jonny never particularly noticed. Everything had become so normal and natural... a boy in a nappy was just that... and accepted. # The warm pee had cooled and he sincerely wished to be out of his soaked and clinging pants. However, over time Nan had insisted that the changing of nappies should only be done by adults to make sure the ‘complicated’ technique was done correctly. It had been instilled in the boys to tell an adult if they were wet and they would be swiftly changed but not to try the procedure themselves. It was implied that they would be doomed to fail if they tried, and when they had tried they had failed, so it was natural just to wait for a grown-up to do the job properly. These thoughts were still in his head when the headmistress arrived back with both his school bag and Gemma. “Oh poor Jonny,” His sister was never less than supportive and went and hugged him. “I’ve brought your sister so that you can go home together. She says you don’t live far away and that you normally walk to school together anyway so... she’ll accompany you home after I’ve called to make sure there is someone there. “Nan will be in I’m sure.” Gemma piped up. “That will be fine but before I call her, I think we need to get you out of those wet pants.” “I can help Miss, I help out at home with my brothers...” Gemma suddenly realised that she was further embarrassing Jonny and stumbled in her speech. “Erm, if you want me to, er, ummm...” “Well that’s very nice of you Gemma,” the headmistress smiled, “but I’m sure I can manage.” And guided Jonny into a small room at the back of her office which was were any pupils who fell ill could rest, or have cuts and bruises attended to. “Right Mr Wilkinson,” she pointed to his wet pants, “get those off and,” she rooted in his bag for the disposable, “let’s get you into something a bit drier.” He was shy and reluctant to drop his pants in front of a stranger but knew that if he didn’t he’d no doubt be in worse trouble... and she was an adult which Nan insisted on. Besides he didn’t want people to see the wet stains down the legs and round the back of his grey trousers. “C’mon, c’mon don’t dawdle.” She pushed him back on a low table, pulled off his shoes and helped undo the waistband. She hauled down his trousers; her eyebrows rose at the sight of the shiny pink plastic and thin terry nappy, but didn’t comment. She undid the snaps down the sides and then unpinned the soaked material. Grabbing a small towel she wiped him down, cleaned the area with a couple of wet wipes and then fluffed out the new disposable. “This should be better at containing everything.” She didn’t expand on that but sprinkled a load of powder onto the area before closing the tapes tightly around him. Of course this wasn’t a regular thing for the Head to have to do with a ten year-old pupil but it wasn’t unknown either. Her own eight year-old daughter still occasionally wet the bed so she’d had plenty of practice. However, with the amount of urine the poor boy had produced he really needed a lot thicker protection than what he’d been wearing. The tight plastic snap-ons wouldn’t fit around the bulky disposable and Jonny began to wonder if he’d have to go home just as he was. Meanwhile, the headmistress had gone to a box and began searching through it. “I think we might have something for you to... yes here we are.” She seemed pleased she’d found an old pair of white soccer shorts that had obviously belonged to a much older boy once upon a time. “These should do.” She passed them to him and he reluctantly pulled them up over his disposable. They were made from a thin polyester and hung loose and low on his hips. She guided him back into the main office where Gemma was sitting quietly. “Oh, you must be glad to get out of those wet pants.” Again she was supportive but there was a slight furrow to her brow on seeing just how bulky the nappy looked compared to the one he’d had on earlier. The headmistress put his wet clothes into a plastic bag and pushed them into his school bag. “Remember to let your mother know to wash these... and please bring the shorts back tomorrow. Now let’s call home.” # Nan had offered to come to the school to pick them up but Gemma said that they could manage the few hundred yards on their own and that they’d be home soon. The headmistress spoke to Nan, who took the opportunity to fill her in on all of Jonny’s problems and had agreed that in future, if this problem persisted, he should wear much thicker protection. Nan had agreed entirely with the headmistress’s assessment and promised it wouldn’t happen again. Whilst the Head was chatting on the phone Gemma spoke to Jonny and asked if he was okay. Unfortunately tears of embarrassment weren’t far away. Although the thin football shorts fitted over the thick disposable, it did nothing to hide the fact of what he was wearing underneath. Through the sheer material you could make out the blue wet indicator lines, which gave the game away. Gemma actually liked the slippery bulkiness of the disposable with its slight plastic crinkle as he moved. She also thought it suited him but knew that’s not what her brother would want to hear. Instead she promised that it didn’t look too bad but the truth was anyone who saw him in the school yard or walking home would be able to tell instantly that this ten year-old was wearing a nappy... and that’s what Jonny was apprehensive about. As they walked from the school yard the lunch bell rang and the area was packed with noisy kids enjoying the warm weather. Loads saw what he was wearing and there was some laughter and pointing as they exited through the gates. # When they arrived home Nan was waiting. Jonny was nervous she’d tell him off but instead was all sympathy and hugs. She called him her sweet boy and rocked him when tears started again. Not only that, he wet his disposable whilst still in her smothering, but loving, embrace. “You haven’t to worry sweetheart,” she said rocking him in her arms. “We’ve been down this road before, we know what to do.” He didn’t realise but Nan was speaking to him as if he was Paul. “Nobody is blaming you so don’t worry about a thing... all will be okay... you’ll see.” She patted his disposable and immediately knew he’d peed again. Jonny had no idea where all this warm liquid was coming from. He’d hardly had a drink all day but then remembered, whilst the headmistress had been talking to Nan, Gemma had retrieved a bottle of water from his bag that mum must have put there when she added the disposable. He’d already had a few swigs from it at break time and finished it off in the Heads study. What he didn’t know was that it was a bottle Nan added to his bag just before he left that morning. # “Are you guys hungry?” Nan queried, “I can make something quick like beans on toast before you go back to school.” Jonny sighed inwardly but nodded his approval. Though, returning to school was the last thing he wanted because he’d have to explain things to his classmates. He sat in his damp nappy and ate the snack (he loved beans on toast) all the while Gemma was being positive as Nan sorted out the washing. She’d made him remove the shorts so she could put that in with the rest of the wash when she noticed that the indicator strip on his disposable... the boy was definitely soaked. Once they’d finished lunch she took Jonny upstairs to get him changed. She removed the disposable and commented that he was indeed a very wet boy... was he becoming “Aquaman”? She joked as she’d seen him (or Paul she wasn’t sure which) reading a comic with that character on the front. She was trying to keep the situation light, and wondered, as she wiped and cleaned-up, whether she’d be able to find some pjs or pants or something with the Aquaman character. She thought this might be both an appropriate and amusing present for the watery duo. Meanwhile, she knew what he’d worn in the morning was not substantial enough to protect him and now it was her turn to dress him properly. On the firm instruction from the headmistress Nan made sure that he was bundled into a thick fabric nappy, whilst two pairs of plastic pants were used to ensure he was contained should it happen again that afternoon. The first pair was pale blue vinyl but she covered them with another, more sturdy pair of white shiny rubber. These were even more robust than the ones in Spain and Jonny wondered how long Nan had had them. Jonny wasn’t happy but, having heard at least half of what the Head said, knew he’d have to wear something more substantial in future. Unfortunately, none of his trousers would fit over the thicker fabric and rubber cushion he now wore and the only things that did, were flimsy shorts. He didn’t want to return to school but Nan walked them back. Jonny could feel the mass in his shorts with each move and could feel the weighty sway the material created with each self-conscious step. Gemma had tried to tell him it was hardly noticeable but he knew she was just trying to be nice. Even if it hadn’t been visible, the fact that he knew just what was under his shorts was enough to make him anxious. So, with the curves of protection under his light grey school shorts signifying he was back in nappies to all his schoolmates, he waddled into class. ### tbc ###

Chapter 26 “I’m ready,” Ella said as she laid next to Jamie in his crib. “Well, I’m gonna need another 10 minutes,” he replied as he laid next to her naked. “Not that, stupid.” “Then what?” “For my family. I’m ready to see them.” “Oh. That’s ... wow.” Jamie didn’t know how he felt about that. “I know. I just, I don’t know, why wait longer?” “Have you spoken with them or written them or anything?” “No. I decided not to, since things are kind of uncertain.” “You wanna stay, though?” “I think so.” That has been a definite yes not long ago. Jamie fought back the urge to react strongly to her wavering resolution. “Wh... what’s making you say that?” “Uncertainty. I don’t know what seeing them will be like.” Jamie wanted to change the topic away from that specifically without being dismissive of the issue generally. It was important to him for Ella to know he cared about her, not just that he wanted her to stay. She knew both those things, but Jamie knew knowing was only really knowing if it was also feeling. “You know you never did tell me much about them. Are you ready to?” Ella looked up, unsure. “What do you wanna know?” “Only what you’re okay talking about. Do you think I’ll meet them while they’re here?” “Definitely. I want them to understand my life here. You’re a huge part of that, obviously. Besides, it will help them to see that I’m not alone. They’ll be worried about that.” “So, um, how many siblings do you have,” Jamie ventured. Ella had never really talked about her siblings. If it ever came up, which was rare, she demurred. She talked more about her parents, and she didn’t talk much about her parents. “Three.” Ella didn’t say anything else, and Jamie didn’t either. He felt a little like a therapist he once had who’s strategy was to sit quietly until Jamie felt awkward enough to say something else. Jamie didn’t care for that technique. “Two brothers and a sister. Brad would be 32 now, Andrew - Andy - would be 26, and Jackie would be 20.” “That’s quite a spread, age wise.” “Yeah. I don’t think Jackie was intentional.” “That would make her four when you got here.” “Yeah.” Jamie opted not to push on that. “And your parents’ names?” “Lynn and Peter. They’re in their mid-50s now.” “They had you young.” “Not so young. 22, I think.” “That would be considered young now. Less so back then.” “Hmm.” Jamie regretted saying that. Telling her things like that always made him feel as though he were just telling her about all the trends and events she had missed out on. He reached over and took her hand, kissing it. “You just tell me what you need from me, Ella.” She smiled weakly and tucked her arm in, keeping hold of his hand. “She didn’t say anything for long minutes. “I used to dream about them,” Ella said and then was quiet. “Yeah,” Jamie asked after a minute, when he didn’t think of anything else to say. “I used to dream about them. We’d all be together. Sometimes like it had never happened, or like it had and I was still there, and other times like it had and I’d been rescued ... ya don’t hear much about rescues back home. I used to think about that. Rescue. Escape ... I’d plot it out. I rehearsed it in my mind so many times, when I was lucid. How I’d crawl out of the house when they were asleep. Or how a rescue team would burst in ... I stopped eventually. I don’t remember when ... I think it just got boring. Or too hard to think about ... fantasies get worse than reality if you try to stay there too long.” Ella never talked like this. It made Jamie uneasy. He didn’t know where this was going or whether she’d regret talking about it or maybe be upset with him for asking any questions at all. But he couldn’t stop her, either. “Dreams,” Ella continued, “I’m not sure it’s a dream if you’re awake. I couldn’t always tell when I was awake ... the drugs. At first, it was such a fog ... it was just me, and all this pain, and these giants ... I thought it was a nightmare. It had to be. And I wouldn’t wake up. And I’d fall asleep in the nightmare and dream, or be awake and dream. Hallucinate, I guess ... “I dreamt about them. We’d be together at home. Christmas. Or just hanging out. After a while, in the dreams, we started to fight. I’d fight with them, like it was normal. About normal stuff ... It would be so real. It would be, I would feel warm. I was always too hot at first, but in those dreams, I’d feel warm, and it would feel good ... waking up ... or the dream ending, I guess, it just got so hard. I just wanted to sleep. I just wanted to be unconscious. Pass out. Stop crying. Run out of tears. Die ... “Sometimes I dreamt my dad was holding me. That was me, daddy’s girl. Or I’d be holding Jackie. And I’d wake up and not realize it, and it would feel so good, Dad holding me, and I’d come to, and it would be one of them. I hated them so much for that. For tricking me. I’d get angry at myself, for enjoying even a moment of it ... then I wouldn’t want to fall asleep again, and I’d get so tired of being awake with them I’d just want to be asleep again ... I pretended a lot, to sleep. So they’d ignore me ... “My mom used to say my great grandma willed herself to die, when her husband died, that she didn’t want to live anymore, so she just stopped. She was old anyway. I couldn’t just stop. You can’t just stop, unless you’re old I guess. I couldn’t ... It became a blur, eventually. Everything was so like everything else i couldn’t tell when it was. How long I’d been there ... I had this dream, this same dream, eventually I had this dream. “I would be arguing with my family, and it was just one person, but it was all of them. They’d tell me to come home, and I wouldn’t say anything. Then they’d get angry, and I’d tell them I was trying. They’d tell me to try harder, and I’d tell them to come get me ... We never fought like that. Ugly fight, mean. We’d never say things like ... ‘If you love me’ ... ‘If you love us’ ... And eventually I’d just tell them I couldn’t come home. And I don’t know why I wouldn’t just say that to begin with. It was like I was ashamed that I couldn’t come home. Then they’d get quiet. They just accepted that. When I’d say it, they just accepted that I couldn’t come home. They wouldn’t argue with that. That’s when I felt most alone. When they just accepted that. “And I stopped waiting to be rescued. I stopped thinking about how to escape. I stopped resisting. Stopped dreaming. Guess that was resisting, the dreams. I stopped dreaming. “When I stopped dreaming about them is when it got blurry, when I couldn’t tell when it was anymore.” Ella finished, her body turned away from Jamie. Jamie responded by spooning Ella and pulling his blanket over the two of them, placing a long kiss on her neck and laying his arm over her. It was meager solace and no protection, he knew. He didn’t have else to give her, no words to say. “My name was Courtney,” Ella said. “I never liked it.”

Most of the story about Lisa Nowak driving from Houston to Orlando while wearing and using a diaper is an urban legend. She was not wearing a diaper when arrested, and the diapers in her car were baby diapers. People made the connection between astronauts and diapers and jumped to a conclusion. If you're not incontinent, driving at highway speeds and trying to deliberately pee in a diaper is nearly impossible.

This is the worst advice I have encountered on any forum. Your bladder will spasm painfully while pushing urine through the small hole. I had to get a foley recently and it kept getting plugged up from debris in my bladder. When my bladder needed to empty the pain from the spasms became debilitating.