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Chapter 9: Throughly Spanked "What was that?!" The robotic nanny asked, obviously appalled by Kasey's use of profanity. 'Christ, I'm almost cumming on the spot! I love that firm, authoritative voice!' Kasey felt so ashamed as she sat there. Hearing her nanny say that word, "spanking". It made her heart flutter as her panties grew wet. The unrestricted mechanical menace grabbed Kasey by her wrist, yanking the young redhead off of the cement floor and to her feet. Kasey stood there awkwardly for a moment before she was finally forced to meet her caretaker's stare. Although an electronic pair of eyes stared back at her, she saw something in those cold, digitally generated eyes; A bold, harsh stare that was assessing her. How Kasey wished that she could resist her innermost desire and prevent it from consuming her at this moment. The poor girl was absolutely dripping wet between her legs and had literally played right into the housebot's grasp. While not intentional, Kasey could only assume that she had done so subconsciously. With a growing heaviness in her chest, she resigned herself to her fate. Once her team realized that something went wrong during the testing, they would send out a technician to help set things right. In doing so, that person would no doubt discover her, and the boys, diapered and at the mercy of this domestic housebot turned unwitting sexbot. Just the thought of losing everything, thanks to her fetish, caused the young technician to break her gaze from her so called nanny. This act was computed as disobedience and annoyed the mechanical babysitter. The nanny quickly cupped Kasey under her chin and forced her to stare at her once more. Kasey felt her knees grow weak and wobbly as she was treated like the child she had programmed this domestic housebot to see her as. 'I'm going to lose everything, but why ruin one last day that could be filled with intense orgasms? After all, life goes on.' Kasey continued to stare at her nanny. She knew exactly what game the robot was unintentionally playing. She had to answer the question or this staring contest would never end. "I said a naughty word. Imma bad little girl." Kasey spoke aloud what she knew her nanny wanted to hear. Her voice quivering the entire time as her spine tingled. 'Fuck the future. I want my nanny!' "A very bad BABY." The nanny bot corrected, dragging the redhead by the wrist back into the house. The sudden, forceful tug of Kasey's arm jarred her from her lewd thoughts and made her realize that she was about to give up her immediate freedom, and more than likely her future, in exchange for a firm spanking and a diaper. 'I've lost my mind! I have to help the boys and find a way to override this robot!' Kasey futility pulled against her mechanical caretaker's arm, looking like a pathetic child trying to get away from a punishment. Her attempts at breaking free were absolutely abysmal and entirely fruitless. All she did was irritate her nanny as the robot was forced to drag Kasey along, the grown woman's heels literally sliding across the wooden floor as they went through the hallway. Kasey began to sob as her body not only failed her, but betrayed her. A heat radiated outwards from her pussy which was positively throbbing, demanding attention. "You've earned yourself a spanking!" The nanny bot announced as it took a seat on the modern sofa. Before Kasey could even offer up an objection, she found herself yanked off the ground and manhandled into place. The shocked redhead was now draped over the hard legs of her mechanical caretaker! "Don't struggle unless you want fifty swats!" Mere seconds after that warning Kasey was greeted by the cool air of the house caressing her milky white thighs. The nanny bot had stripped her of her pants, using a laser to slice the fabric in two, freeing the redhead's perfectly toned ass and legs. *SWAT* The strokes came faster than was humanly possible! Each smack alternated slightly between cheeks, lighting up new flesh everytime the cold, mechanical hand came down. It was so precise,unrelenting and just painful enough to make Kasey squirm. How she hated herself for giving into the nanny. "Please, nanny!" Kasey begged as her ass was worked relentlessly. "I'll be a good girl!" Nothing she said stopped or even slowed the robot's assault as she cried out repeatedly for mercy. The domestic housebot was unphased by her shouts, used to such cries for attention as it continued to deliver slap after slap. Kasey quivered, squirmed and wriggled all over the nanny bot's lap as she leaked her womanly essence on the couch. "Looks like my little girl needs her diaper since she is making quite a mess on the couch." Kasey struggled to catch her breath. She quickly swallowed a sob and gave the answer she knew was expected of her: "Yes, nanny. I need my diaper!" "I think baby should beg for her pampers." The young redheaded woman was slightly caught off guard by that response and preceeded to glance over her shoulder. Her tear streaked face was a mess as her make up and mascera flowed down her cheeks. "Please, nanny. I need my pampers!" She felt ashamed by this admission because, deep in her heart, she knew it was true. Kasey struggled her whole life with how she felt when she thought about wearing diapers. The degradation was only so bad when being spanked, but there was something about wearing diapers that seemed so much more humiliating to her. She could never understand why her body reacted the way it did when the word "pamper" was uttered. How engulfed her body was in divine ecstasy when that simple word was spoken. For some bizarre reason being dominated and humiliated wasn't enough. She needed her pampers to reach the next level of sexual depravity. "Yes. I better get these on you. I already have enough work to do today without you ruining the couch." The mechanical nanny explained as she slowly held up an all pink diaper, dangling it right in front of Kasey's face. "Ughh!" Kasey could no longer hold back. She could no longer hide her body's reaction. Her breaths came in long surrendering moans as she sprayed her feminine juices all over her nanny's lap! The sticky vaginal eruption covered the sofa's cushions in a glimering, shimmering coating of Kasey's sexual fulfillment. "Now look what you've done!" To Be Continued... I apologize for the delay. Lots of drama going on in my life. If you want to help me out, you can for just a three dollar pledge. For literally ten cents a day you can read part 10 of this story as well as more stories like this on my Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

Big update. But now that much of the world building and major character setup is out of the way, the next chapter we will leave the hospital. Yay! I'm looking forward to seeing Luke interact with other Littles as well as Erin when Steve's not around. I don't know if your opinion of him will improve anytime soon. He is the worst little ever after all Chapter 3 Part 3 “She’s too young. Is she supposed to be my roommate or my caregiver?” The discussion had been going on for nearly ten minutes already. Erin was waiting outside the room. By now, she had composed herself and realized that Luke’s reaction was mostly due to the situation he was in rather than anything she did, though she still felt terrible about laughing. When he had said he didn’t want her, she had felt physically ill, worried that Steve would immediately agree, deciding that somebody with more experience or a larger support network would be more appropriate. Of course, that didn’t happen, and Steve had been continuously defending her since, though it also seemed like Luke wasn’t even close to running out of steam. She wanted to go back in and try to defuse the situation a bit; she really just wanted whatever it took to make Luke happy outside of banishing herself as his caregiver. However, she could tell that she should probably wait at least a little while longer. “She’s at a completely reasonable age to adopt a Little. You need to remember how your species is viewed here; your actual age is pretty much irrelevant. There are 50-year-old humans regressed to infancy, and 18-year-olds who are older toddlers. There was even the case of a 13-year-old Accidental Little; that was the one time we allowed and supported family coming here, but each of them still had their own Big caregiver, that was a mess to manage. Sure, you might be physically and mentally more mature, but by the laws in this dimension, you need someone to care for you, and Erin is well suited.” “What about nurse Joy? I like her, I’d be okay living with her I think. She treats me more normally.” “That’s because she has more experience with unregressed Littles than just about anybody. She’s not adopting you, for one thing, her nursing schedule would make you almost impossible to care for by herself, and I doubt you’d find the other people taking care of you as understanding. Erin will ‘get’ you really soon too. You just have to give her a chance.” “But why does Erin even want me in the first place?! It’s suspicious that she’s interested in a human who’s here against their will, even if she wasn’t specifically looking for me. Aren’t there other regressed humans she could take care of? I think she’s trying to humiliate me! I told you already about her laughing at me.” Steve scowled and stood up from his chair near the door. He was tired of dealing with Luke, he was definitely the most troublesome Accidental Little he had dealt with to date, mostly his reflexive refusal to agree to anything a Big suggested had Steve feeling completely done. He crossed over to Luke’s bed in two steps, leaning over and gripping the bed rail so that his head was even closer to Luke’s. “Luke, we’re going in circles now. You know she wasn’t really laughing at you, and I told you using the toilet in the first place would not be pleasant. I’m tired of arguing with you about this, and you’re going to be talking to your parents soon. I’m gonna give it to you straight. You are SO fucking lucky to have landed in Aquitane rather than a non-Alliance country; if you had landed in one, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation, I’d just be beating you every time you tried to talk. You should be grateful that there’s somebody willing to adopt you, understanding the baggage you’re coming with, and not trying to have you regressed. You literally found a diamond and are treating it like a piece of trash. I understand that this situation feels like your life is ruined, and yes, it is not going to be the life you expected, but nearly every Little in our country is happy, even the unregressed ones. So if you start being a constructive member of this situation rather than fighting tooth-and-nail on every little thing, I’ll remind you again, something you couldn’t physically do in a lot of other places, then maybe you’ll start to notice that not everything sucks, it’s just different.” Steve had given his diatribe directly over Luke’s bed to emphasize the size and power difference between the two. He didn’t like scaring Littles, and he almost never had to, but he felt that making it clear to Luke exactly what situation his was in, and how much worse it could have been would at least be a temporary solution for his complaints about Erin. Maybe Luke would even become closer to her if he was a little scared of Steve. Luke was a little scared, a Big had never even slightly raised their voice at him before. However, he wasn’t really impressed with Steve’s speech either: He should be grateful that the Bigs here were doing what they, at the minimum, should be doing? Should they be patting themselves on the back for doing what would be expected of them based on normal levels of human decency? He understood it would be much worse in other places, but it didn’t feel to him like they were really doing anything but trying to make him live the life of any other typical Little rather than the human he wanted to be. Luke half-whispered. “Okay.” “Good.” “So when can I talk to my parents?” “We’ll head down to the conference room right now. How about you apologize to Erin on the way down?” Luke frowned but nodded. He figured being amenable to Steve was the safest choice. Luke still didn’t like Erin, but he wouldn’t have liked any person who wanted to adopt him. It’s hard to trust somebody who is being given the keys to control over the rest of your life. On a more personal level, he also didn’t like Erin’s style; she didn’t look like she cared for her image the way he did, and definitely not in the way girls in the crowd he hung out with did. She seemed so plain. He never really ‘got’ the nerds and less popular kids. Never actually bullied them, but didn’t understand why they couldn’t just be normal. Why couldn’t he just have a normal caregiver at least. Though even he knew that would be too much to say at the moment. “Hey Erin, you can come in, we’re gonna get Luke prepped to go downstairs.” Erin opened the door. She was as nervous now as the first time she met Luke. She had heard Steve’s rant, and didn’t really like what he’d done. She didn’t think that scaring a Little into short-term submission was going to help them accept their situation. She wanted to earn Luke’s trust, and felt like now they were at a place that was worse than square one. She gave a small toothless smile. Steve stared hard at Luke. “Um, uh, Erin, I’m sorry for what I said to you earlier.” He paused trying to think about how to explain himself. “It’s just all so different and uncomfortable, but it wasn’t really anything you did. I think the whole toilet thing was a pretty bad idea.” “No worries Luke, apology accepted. And again, I’m sorry for laughing and making you upset.” Inwardly Steve rolled his eyes. His only misgiving about Erin adopting Luke was that she was too much of a pushover. “Okay guys, lets get going.” Steve pushed the nurse call button. This time Joy came in. The other nurse had briefed her on what at happened, so she was pleasantly surprised to see that Luke wasn’t actively glowering, and that Erin didn’t look miserable. “I bet you’re excited to talk to your parents aren’t you! I’m sure they’ll be happy to see you and hear that you’re safe as well.” Joy wanted to get everyone into a more positive mood. Somehow Steve seemed to be the most unhappy, though he never really seemed to go above neutral on the happiness meter. Joy moved Luke into a Little-sized wheelchair with raised handlebars to push him along. He wouldn’t be carried this time. “Yeah! I hope they’re okay. I wonder if my sister came too, or if she had to stay home and go to school?” That he had a sister was news to everyone, even Steve. His last communication with the agency agent in the human dimension was just to confirm the time of the meeting. There hadn’t been any indication of other family members coming, and Steve hadn’t asked Luke if he had siblings, he figured Luke would’ve provided that information. “Oh, I didn’t know you had a sister Luke, how old is she?” Joy could tell that he had caught them all unawares. This would be an elegant way for Steve to save a bit of face, though she wasn’t really convinced he deserved it. “Melody is 16. She’s about to finish her second year of high school. We kinda get along but used to argue a lot too before I went to college.” Thinking on his sister, he was sure she would make fun of him if she knew he was wearing and using diapers. Even if she knew it wasn’t his choice, it was one more weapon in the armory to needle him with. Steve spoke this time. “I don’t know if your sister came. The agent in the other dimension just confirmed the time with me this morning, but didn’t say anything else.” “Hmm, well let’s go talk to my parents. It’s not a big deal either way if Melody is there or not.” It was a bit of a big deal. He wanted her to be there, he was already missing all of his family even though he would technically be contacting them at least as frequently as he did while in college. The physical distance made the longing for family bigger. While he did want his family there, he was scared to talk to them too. He didn’t want to break their hearts; their son was going to live the life of something akin to a toddler. He would never have a job, never get married, never have kids. He’d already convinced himself that he’d show his parents that he was more or less okay with it so that they wouldn’t worry too much about him. If it had been possible, Luke would have begged them to rescue him from this dimension, whatever it took. But he knew that in the current situation, it would only cause them more distress. They arrived quickly back in the conference room where Erin and Steve had their talk. There was a booster seat in a chair that was clearly meant for Luke. Joy helped lift him into it. Steve sat directly to Luke’s right, and Erin to Steve’s right. The projector screen was to Luke’s left, facing the center of their conference table. Joy left the room. Luke wished she’d stayed. “Okay, so we’re right on time. You ready to talk to your parents Luke?” Steve had pulled out his tablet and hooked it up to a wire coming out of the table. “Yep, I guess so.” The group of three spent a minute and a half in silence as they waited for their call to connect to the other dimension. Each of them waited with different reasons for trepidation. Luke was most concerned about managing his parents’ emotions, and a little scared of what they’d say to him about what happened. Steve was concerned with how Luke’s parents would influence Luke to behave; whether they would encourage accepting his place here, or suggesting he fight tooth-and-nail. Erin was scared about acceptance from his parents. She knew that Luke’s parents would get to read her file as well and was scared that they would agree with Luke’s initial assessment: she was not fit to adopt him. The projector screen lit of from its screensaver pattern. Looking back at the two Bigs and one Little was a pair of Littles. Mark and Lindsey Kepplin were both in their early 50’s, both had dark hair and eyes that matched Luke’s. Mark’s hair was now interspersed with grays, and he very clearly was the one who had passed down his face shape to Luke; the sharp, well-defined jaw was apparently a family trait. Lindsey was waifish and elegantly dressed, with large, warm, brown eyes; she had been a stunning beauty when she was younger, and now she was elegantly passing through middle age. She did dye her hair, not that she’d tell anyone. Luke, Mark, and Lindsey had all taken a small gasping breath at seeing each other on the screen. It was confirmation to Luke that he wasn’t totally alone, and confirmation to Luke’s parents that he was safe. Steve introduced himself. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Kepplin, my name is Steve Barnwell, and I’m Luke’s caseworker here in Aquitane. This is Erin Miller, the person who will be looking after Luke here once he leaves the hospital.” Erin gave a small wave and polite smile. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Kepplin, I’m looking forward to living with and getting to know Luke.” Erin felt more insecure than she had already. Looking at Luke’s mother, dressed elegantly in a grey cashmere sweater, with matching emerald earrings and necklace, her long-sleeved top and skirt were plain by comparison. She wore no jewelry or makeup; she almost never did. Usually she was somewhat insulated from the standard judgements placed upon women by society through her current wealth, or previously by her academic achievements, though those had their own challenges and expectations. Mark was already crying with tears streaming down his face. He wasn’t really making noise, but wasn’t in a position to talk. Lindsey seemed much more composed, and wore a welcoming, positive smile. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Barnwell, Ms. Miller.” Lindsey nodded to both of them; Mark was wiping his eyes with his sleeve. “And hi Luke! I’m so glad you’re okay! Gosh you look small.” Everyone except Mark chuckled, he was too busy trying to stop crying. “Hi Mom, Dad, it’s really good to see you.” Luke choked up a bit, he wanted to say more but didn’t know what to say. Steve waited a heartbeat for more from Luke, then spoke. “So we just wanted to introduce ourselves and let you know that Luke is safe and in good hands. Erin and I will step out of the room for a bit so that you can talk to Luke privately. After that, Luke will head back to his room, and Erin and I will spend some more time talking with you and answering any questions you may have.” “Sounds good, it’s nice to meet you both, I’m so thankful you have treated Luke so well.” Mark was nodding his head along to his wife’s words. Erin could tell now that Lindsey didn’t just look good, she was good; everything she did made you feel like you could be a better person, not in a diminishing way, but in a way that encourages you to do and be better. It also worried her that this superhero of a woman is who she would be continuously compared to. “Okay Luke, Erin and I are gonna step out. I’ll check back in in about twenty minutes. No worries if you’re not done talking by then. Take all the time you need.” Steve and Erin exited the room, leaving Luke facing his parents, all of them staring at each other in silence. It took at least a minute before Mark spoke up. “I’m so glad to see you son.” He was almost ready to cry again. “I’m so glad you’re safe and not hurt.” He was crying again. Lindsey patted his shoulder. Mark had always been a huge wimp. “We’re sorry Melody couldn’t come, classwork and the sudden happening made it hard to drop everything and travel.” “That’s okay. Let her know I said hi and I’m doing okay.” “The good news is that in situations like these, the government will install a communication station in our town, at a conference room in city hall. We won’t have to travel to talk to you after this, and Melody will be able to come to all the calls too.” Mark had composed himself to speak up again. “You are doing okay? They haven’t hurt or mistreated you have they? We do have a little power over the situation, if our agent finds out that you’ve been mistreated, they can put some pressure on the Aquitane government.” Luke wanted to cry. He wasn’t doing okay, everything was so big, so different, so wrong. He was sitting in a booster seat like a 3-year-old, wearing a diaper like a 1-year-old, and soon to be adopted out to a woman, never to grow out of dependency. “I really am doing okay. It is hard, everything is so big, like really really big, but the people here have been nice so far, and are being understanding of my situation. I think I’ll end up being fine, it’s just a really big change.” Lindsey smiled, glad to see her son was trying to take a dignified approach to his problem. It’s what she had taught him. Keeping your emotions under control meant keeping more control over the situation in general. “That’s right Luke, you can kind of think of it as having a forever vacation, or early retirement. Hah, you get to retire before me.” Mark chuckled at his own joke. He was the least okay with the situation, he thought, but anything Luke could handle, he decided he could handle. “I really like Erin, did you know that she has her PhD? Usually in their dimension, they don’t get them until they are at least 30; she got hers at 27. Her condo looks really nice too, she has a view of the river running through Bordeu. I think you’ll have a lot of fun living with her. It’s funny that it looks nothing like the Bordeaux we have in our world though, I guess it’s just dimensional differences.” “You actually like Erin?! I thought you would hate her, she’s nothing like you… I don’t really like her, she seems like the kind of person I have trouble getting along with, she doesn’t even look like she exercises.” “I do like Erin. I’m not so naive as to think that there is only one way to be a good or successful person. I like her personality, she seems very pure, if a little fragile. And both your father and I have talked with you about this before, you need to work on you empathy skills. You’ve never been good at getting along with others besides people who act, look, and dress like you do. I think living with her will be a good learning experience. Perhaps you two can help each other.” Lindsey’s smile had receded a bit. This was a continuous problem with Luke. Everything in life had gone his way: Born into a warm, loving, stable family, financially secure if not rich, intelligent enough that he had never had to work very hard in school, good looks, athletic, popular. She and Mark both regretted that they hadn’t raised him to look out for people who were not as lucky as he, they had tried, though it seemed not hard enough. His lack of understanding had hurt his relationship with his sister who didn’t have a standard fashion taste and had to work a lot harder in school than he did. Lindsey also worried that this first major challenge in life would prove disastrous for Luke, especially since she and Mark couldn’t be there to help him through it. Lindsey thought that Erin would be a person who could help Luke manage the difficulties of Little-hood, provided he didn’t ruin his relationship with her first. The family continued talking for another half-hour. Discussing logistics of what would happen to Luke’s identity at home: Officially, he would be categorized as a volunteer adoptee who had waived his right to return; Alliance nations didn’t want anything to indicate that they had taken Littles against their free will. They talked about his university situation: He was removed from the school’s rolls officially due to family emergency; his student loans were forgiven by the government. They made small talk about family and friends, his aunts and uncles had promised to come by to chat on the phone some time in the future. His girlfriend Sasha hadn’t taken it too hard, their relationship was more physical than anything, and while she felt sorry for him, she didn’t exactly miss him. “So do you guys know when you’ll be able to come visit?” Mark and Lindsey shared a look, they had been briefed by their agent, and agreed in principle that it would be a good idea to give Luke time to adjust before they came to visit in person. They hadn’t really discussed what they would tell Luke though. Just that they wouldn’t be coming right away. Lindsey felt like this was definitely a Mom job. “Honey, you know that sort of thing is quite hard to organize. Dad and I will have to get time off work, and we’ll have to take Melody out of school. Not to mention non-accidental travel and quarantine takes a long time in and of itself. We will be able to talk to you on every week, or even more often if need be, but actually travelling across dimension will take some time to set up. Probably not for a few months at least.” Steve poked his head into the room, visually checking with Luke if they were wrapping up. Luke gave a slight nod. “Oh, okay. But you promise we can talk every week?” “We promise son, we won’t miss a single one. And we’re proud of you for handling this so well, you have always been a wonderful son to me and Mom. Think of this as a chance to do something almost nobody else gets to do. We’ll always be here to support you too.” “I love you so much Luke. Be good to Steve and Erin, they care a lot about you too.” She Luke a warm smile, though her eyes were telling him to be on his best behavior. “I love you guys too. Let’s talk soon, say ‘I love you’ to Melody for me.” Lindsey’s heart just about melted. Luke almost never told his sister he loved her. Steve walked all the way into the room. “All set Luke? Did you guys have a good talk?” Steve was curious if Luke’s parents had made him more cooperative or defiant. From his brief interaction with Lindsey, he hoped more cooperative. “Yeah, is Joy taking me upstairs?” “Yep, she’s just outside. Joy, Luke’s ready.” “Bye Mom, bye Dad.” “Bye Luke, talk to you soon.” Luke was rolled away by Joy in his Little-sized wheelchair. Steve reinvited Erin in while Mark and Lindsey had a glass of water. They sat in the same seats as previously. “Thank you so much for taking the time to quickly travel so you could talk to Luke. I know he was really missing you guys.” “Of course, he’s our son. And thank you all for being so good to him. I’m so glad he didn’t land in a non-Alliance country.” “As are we, we look forward to him being a Little citizen of our country. So how about we get down to business. I’m sure you guys have some questions for Erin and I, and I know we have some questions for you about Luke.” Steve looked at Lindsey. “Want to get the ball rolling?” “Of course, I guess my first question is how is he actually doing? I know he said he was more or less fine, but I’m guessing he’s taking it really hard.” “You guessed right. He had a small violent incident when he learned about what it means to be an Accidental Little, that’s fairly normal, I’ve had it happen before…” Mark caught that Steve had more to say. He didn’t like his son being talked badly about, but everything Steve and Erin had done so far had been positive or helpful. “And… what else?” “Well I’d say he’s been a lot less accommodating than any other client I’ve had. The majority of my interactions with him end up with him having emotional outbursts. Erin has had the same, if not more trouble, and she’s a lot more flexible than I am.” Lindsey wasn’t that surprised, though she was a bit disappointed. “I’m so so sorry about his behavior. I’m sure some of it is because of the huge change, but I think part of it has to do with the kind of person he is.” She stopped for a second, was she really going to talk this badly about her son? She decided that them knowing where he was coming from would help them understand his behavior at least, and help them manage him as well. “I’m not trying to throw Luke under the bus here, but he’s never really had any hardship in his life. Everything he’s ever wanted he’s pretty much gotten, not because we were spoiling him, though I suppose we did a little bit, but it kind of always felt like the deck was stacked in his favor. He was always extremely popular, good with girls, athletic, that sort of thing. He never really developed empathy for people who didn’t fit in because he didn’t understand the advantages he started with, or at least the ones he lucked into. Him coming to your dimension might end up being good for him, though given the circumstances, this isn’t really what any of us wanted.” “Ah, I kind of get it now, this is his first time facing adversity. Do you have any suggestions for managing his anger outbursts?” Mark responded. He didn’t like that Lindsey was so frank about Luke’s shortcomings, but agreed that a situation like this would have arisen sooner or later. “I think you should be pretty firm with him. He respects authority, mostly because his social position gave him some kind of authority. Just keep it in the back of your mind what he’s dealing with…” He didn’t want them to be too hard on Luke, they were so big. Lindsey looked to Erin. “I think especially for you Erin, you need to be mentally tough. I’m guessing you were not really with the popular crowd in high school or college?” Erin blushed a little, Lindsey had seen right through her and was now going to mite out her judgement. “Um yeah, I was always in the science and math club. I wouldn’t say I was unpopular, but I wasn’t a ‘cool’ kid.” “Oh, Erin, don’t worry about a thing, this isn’t a ‘you’ problem, this is a Luke problem. Just based on your file, I think you are awesome, you just gotta realize it. But in regards to Luke, think back to how popular boys interacted with less-popular girls. Not really positive right?” Erin nodded her head, if she hadn’t taken the science path that lead to wealth, she would have wanted to be Lindsey. “You need to make yourself an authority figure in his eyes. I’m guessing he might fight it at first, but you need to be firm with him, otherwise I think he might take advantage of you in terms of what he can get away with. Once you guys have your relationship established, you two can probably learn a bit from each other.” This was the closest Lindsey would come to criticizing Erin, she had lovely skin and beautiful hair; if she put a bit more effort into her appearance, and gained a bit more confidence, she’d be turning heads. “Okay, I’ll try to be tough.” She smiled and tried to pull her posture up a little straighter. She knew it would be hard, she’d never had to really face down a popular boy before, and even knowing Luke was a little, the idea of it was still intimidating. Mean words can hurt. “Do you guys have any other questions?” Steve liked Luke’s parents a lot more than he liked Luke. Mark asked. “Um will Luke actually have to wear and use diapers? Isn’t that a little infantilizing?” “He will, remember the size discrepancy. Nothing is really built to fit humans. Also, if he didn’t use diapers, he’d probably be the only human in Aquitane doing so. He and Erin already had some challenges associated with that.” Steve filled them in on the story. “Well at least I’m not the one who will have to change his diapers this time.” Lindsey laughed. They talked more about Luke’s likes and dislikes. He was a very health eater, but also liked to party, and they were pretty sure he was drinking alcohol (he wouldn’t be allowed to do so in Aquitane they assured). He exercised a lot and was very conscious of his image. He liked to watch sports but didn’t play that much. They, like Erin were concerned about his ability to have a social life, but there was no easy answer for that at least in the beginning. Erin promised she’d bring some of her more open-minded friends over. They asked about Steve’s check-ins: once every other week at least to begin with. And Erin’s ability to make their weekly calls: she promised to would be the absolute priority; in their dimension they could even take the calls at home. “So what’s the plan for him moving in with you Erin? Is it happening soon?” “I think he’s getting discharged from the hospital tomorrow.” She briefly looked at Steve for confirmation, who nodded. “Then I think he will spend one night at the adoption center for orientation, and I will pick him up the next morning. So in a little less than two days.” Steve spoke up after a short pause. Everyone was just taking everything in. “So that’s all for questions on our end. Anything else from you guys?” “Nope, I think that’s it. Take care of our little boy, once you guys get along, I’m sure you’ll love him just as much as we do.” “I’m sure I will.” Erin smiled. As much as Luke intimidated her, she was really looking forward to having a little in her house. “Okay, well, we’ll chat again in a week. I guess your government will have the communication equipment set up in your town by then. Let your agent know if there’s anything else to share with us before then.” “Alright, will do. Take care.” The screen went black. “I thought that went really well, Luke’s parents are a lot more reasonable than Luke.” “Yeah, I guess I have to work on being tougher. I kinda thought we could just be buddies with me giving a bit more care, but I guess every Little is different.” ‘Understatement of the year’ Steve thought in regards to Erin’s toughness. He didn’t understand how she could go through a PhD with her sanity intact given her seeming lack of fortitude. Perhaps she really was just a genius. The two made their way upstairs and bade their goodbyes to Luke. Communicating some of what they talked about with his parents, but not all of it. He was cooperative and stable, but mostly seemed tired. It was time for his midday nap.

Name calling again. Boy who said they were going to be acosted with malicious names? Look, im willing to have a political conveesation with you but 3 things need to happen, 1: not in a stpry forum 2: conversation in good faith, im going to say things you disagree with and you will say things i disagree with, no name calling 3: opinions must ve stated as opinions and facts must be backed up with sources

I'm currently sitting in my messy nappy and it's really rather great! The tunnel plug blocked at some point so I had to reach around and pop it out but there was some significant messing prior to that point. I'm still quite full so I imagine I'll be messing again before the night is out. It's been way too long since I last wore, feels absolutely amazing.

For me, yes, or I wouldn't do it. I can't really tell my nappy's filling directly though - the sensation of leaking doesn't happen because you're bypassing your sphincter. So it's not a perfect simulation of incontinence. The feeling of helplessness and lack of any control is there though, and that's what works for me. The fact that I don't know when or whether my nappy will fill or whether I'll get a blockage instead just adds to the feeling of being out of control. Usually it works though.

Now I am love with Lindsay what intelligent woman ! And I think she told how to handle her little boy and I think that in the future she gonna love to babying a little her little boy rsrsrs

Your idea being on vacation this week is to wear one cloth diaper combo that would allow you to not have to change your diaper until your vacation was over?

Guessing they had great fun and ended up randomly teleported to TGI Fridays where they were all slain in combat against terrifying mutant appetizers.

Hi and welcome to DD Azdiaperguy. Lots of likeminded people here. So do come on in, relax, have fun, and enjoy!

2 years, 5 months, 3 weeks untraining! Hey! I'm still here and I'm still untraining! So, it's been a while since my last update (like a year and a half almost!). I truly appreciate all those who have reached out to talk to me and I'm sorry i haven't posted updates sooner. So what's happened? Bladder: when I posted my one year update, I was at the point where I could simulate OAB and incontinence by staying relaxed whenever possible. I would pee frequently, like 10 to 15 times a day, and have occasional dribbling if I was very relaxed. For a long time, I really felt like I still had control but never used it; I stayed relaxed and I never denied an urge to pee. This remained like this up until a month ago... For the last month, my urinary control has taken a steep drop. I absolutely need protection at this point. Suddenly, i started experiencing stress incontinence multiple times a day, every day. Anytime I have pee in my bladder and I cough, sneeze, stretch, laugh, or bare down, I leak pee. One example: I was in the shower just last week and the urge to have a BM came on, so i quickly hopped out of the shower and sat on the toilet. As soon as my bowels moved, I heard the sound of water hitting the floor and I looked down to see a stream of pee and a small puddle a foot in front of me before I realized I was even peeing. I'm also experiencing more frequent urination and OAB symptoms. When I get them, my urges have gotten way more intense and way more frequent. I often have the urge to go every 10 to 30 minutes. The slope to urination is steeper as well; for the most part it's now seconds from when I start to feel pressure to when I'm going... If that. There's absolutely no action needed to initiate flow anymore because if I get to the point that I have an intense urge to urinate, I'm already going. It doesnt matter what I'm doing either; the other day I was at work (I work on an ambulance), we were on scene with the fire department picking up an elderly woman who had fallen and broken her hip. I'm standing there talking to the fire deparment and the lady, making a plan to get her off the floor when I suddenly get the urge to go. It was a quick strong intense urge that quickly turned into wetting my diaper in front of everyone, all while I'm talking, walking around, and preparing equipment. (A side note: Walking doesn't stop the flow but it might slow it slightly with each step.) Additionally, I have urges even when I don't need to pee. I will have the urge and then the sensation of my bladder contracting, sometimes multiple times an hour. Often times this does produce some urine, but only a dribble. There are times when I'm unaware that I've peed or I catch myself mid pee. If I'm focused on a task, I sorta get an urge to pee in the background but I dont put much thought into it, then, if I break my focus I will find myself already peeing. Sometimes I'm so focused I didn't even noticed I peed, I just notice that my diaper is damp. When I'm standing, things flow way more freely than sitting. Just last night I was cooking dinner and after I was done I realized I had a small wet spot on my diaper. I didn't have an urge nor did I feel myself pee. Sometimes when standing, I will dribble small amounts while the urge quickly builds, then the flow increases to weak stream, then back to an intermittent dribble for 30 minutes or more. I can pee easily while sitting but my bladder seems to take a bit more urine to build the urge to go, nor do I per as freely. If I stand after sitting a while, I always experience an immediate urge to urinate and a small flood. At this point, I feel like my bladder is hypersensitive to any amount of pressure. The bladder can retain some urine if it's mostly empty, but once the pressure starts to build, there's no stopping it from contracting or releasing, What about bed wetting? Unfortunately, that has not progressed very much. There are occasional nights where, if I'm really tired or drunk when I go to bed, I wake up wet. However, most nights I'm woken up by an intense urge to pee, quickly followed by intense bladder spasms that push all the pee out (When my bladder spasms, theres nothing I can do to stop it, only slow it). Nowadays, I'm having small wettings at night, 3 times a night some nights. I feel like what is preventing me from bedwetting is gravity and anatomy, because I can easily pee while laying. It takes more urine in my bladder to register any pressure when laying and the slope is so steep from no urge to intense, it's the urge to pee that wakes me and not being able to release. I'm hoping my bladder will eventually give in to the untraining and not bother waking me up with the urge before my bladder starts to spasm. What about bowels? I definitely have less control! I'm still having bowel movements regularly every day. They are always in the morning and rarely do I get more than one a day. Like bladder control, I never deny the urge to mess and I always stay relaxed and allow my body to push it out. I can feel it come on with a few minutes of warning. It usually starts off with pressure, then I feel my internal sphincter relax and my colon contract. At that point I feel my bowels pass into my diaper if I'm not already going. If I have pressure down there and I go from laying or sitting to standing, I'm usually messing within a minute or sometimes immediately. One time I started to feel pressure as I was moving boxes around the house. As I bent down to grab a box, I felt the whole mess quickly push itself into the diaper, like squeezing toothpaste out of the toothpaste tube. If I have loose stool or diarrhea, I have absolutely no control. A few weeks back I was sick with diarrhea. I had just gotten out of the shower after a messy cleanup and went to lay on the bed while I waited for my boyfriend to change me into another diaper. In just the minute I was waiting, I messed the bed! It was both super exciting and super embarrassing at the same time. We quickly pulled the offending sheets off the bed, then I wiped up and got diapered without any further incidents. With more firmer stools, I will help push it out and I always feel myself pee in the diaper when I go to push it out. What did I do to get to where I am? Mostly, staying relaxed (reverse kegals if you will). My focus in the beginning for the first year and a half was catching myself at times I wasn't relaxed and practicing relaxing and getting myself to pee. After about a year and a half, I was staying relaxed in most situations without putting much thought into it. More recently, I had read in another thread on DD about stimulating the bladder to contract by rhythmically pressing against the lower abdomen where the bladder is. I have tried that with success in causing contractions, which has seemed to increase the symptoms of OAB. I don't do this all the time, maybe a couple times a day if I find I haven't wet in a while. Sometimes when I stimulate contractions I produce nothing, most times though I either dribble or pee a small amount. I have been using this stimulation method as a way to just double check that my bladder is not retaining urine and to my "releif", I always find that there's never more than a small amount. How have I been doing emotionally? Up until these recent changes, I have been constantly worrying that my efforts were not working and it was all pointless. I really felt like I could stop the flow but I just never chose to. The need to become incontinent has only increased the more I wear. This need has had me dabbling with stents off and on these past few years. I'd put one in and have it in for up to 10 days at a time. During that time I would have no control, but as soon as I took it out, control was back and it seemed to have no affect on overall control. I have gotten UTIs fron the stent. After one UTI that I went to the doctor for, I ended up getting another one a year later. I decided I wanted to try to fix it myself before going in. I found that I could buy FishMox from the pet store, which is 500mg amoxicillin pills but without the prescription. That cleared the UTI just like the prescription from the doc, but without the appointment and at a fraction of the cost. After these recent changes, I tried the stent just this last weekend to see how things compared. It was nice not having urges and being able to wake up wet, but the lack of control seems to be marginally less than what I have without the stent. I wont say never, but there's a good chance I wont be using stents anymore. It's risky and I also find it more satisfying to have bladder spasms, even though they can be distracting and intense at times. The contractions definitely bring back memories from when I was a kid, like when I wet my pants walking home from school or when I wet my pants while playing at the park. I know and feel it coming on and there's absolutely nothing I can do to stop it. What about my boyfriend? He's been 24/7 for about 6 months longer than me yet he has more control than me. He's even tried the bladder stimulation technique but it seems to be harder for him to get it to work than me. He's always been bladder shy and has had difficulty peeing around others. He has gotten a lot better with peeing around others and can pee in many more situations now than he could when he first went 24/7. He still seems to have a ways to go. I hope he gets to where I am but worry I may be a special case since I've always had an abundance of mental focus and fortitude. Perhaps the rate at which I untrained is faster because of this mental focus, I'm not sure. Does untraining work? Absolutely yes!

Awesome as always Alex I really want know what happens with Ella

I have to think Luke is going to wind up being forcibly regressed despite both his caregiver's and his own feelings on the matter. This one's going to go badly for our intrepid hero, I think....

Erin has her hands full and gotta love Motherly instinct.

Hey I was reading your story on ABDL Story Forum and really enjoying it to, hope you continue it further and finally reveal who the mystery person is who sits next to Lucy in class lol.

Chapter 48 We lay together on the couch for a while, cuddling as I continued to gently suck on her nipple, eventually though she urged me to sit up and took my hand to lead me upstairs. Oonagh: "Time to change baby's diaper, can't have you getting a rash now can we?" Once in her room she shoved me onto the bed before pulling out the changing mat and other supplies. I had to roll to one side for her to slip the mat under me and then she grabbed my feet and took off my runners. She then pulled off the dungarees as thankfully she'd left them undone after our earlier antics. Oonagh cupped the crotch of my diaper: "Oh no, baby's all wet! Poor thing, don't worry mommy's here." She undid the tapes and pulled back the front of the diaper, leaving it on the mat between my legs. Oonagh: "Baby was very good this evening and I think you deserve a special reward..." She started wiping me clean with wet wipes before switching to stroking me, it didn't take long for me to get hard again thanks to the rest time we spent cuddling. Oonagh then stripped down to her underwear and climbed on top of me, pushing me back down as I'd raised up to watch the show, before grabbing my neck and kissing me deeply. She continued to kiss me over and over as she gently ground against me, clearly getting more into it as she continued. I knew from school what she was doing, that whole training of dogs with bells thing, but damn..., I just didn't care. Once she felt the time was right she slipped her panties aside and slid me inside her, going back to grinding, apparently looking for a slow build. She started cupping my chest with her free hand again, just like earlier, before starting to whisper encouragements in my ear. As she got more turned on she switched to actually sliding up and down my penis, though she also started to whisper things to me. Oonagh: "god your clit feels soo good inside me, see what happens when you're a good girl and use you diapers...". These statements only seemed to be turning her on more and she began bouncing more vigorously on top of me. She moved both her hands down to my hips to try get more leverage when thrusting towards me. Oonagh: "does Oonagh's baby girl like it when mommy fucks her?" she hissed in my ear. I had never imagined a woman feeling the passion towards me that Oonagh seemed to and was loving every moment. Oonagh: "I said does Oonagh's baby girl like it?!" I hadn't realized she expected a response and so even after this it took a moment, during which Oonagh took on a stern look on her face, clearly a little annoyed. Me: "Eh... yes mommy!" Oonagh: "Say it!" Me: "Huh?" Oonagh: "Say my baby girl likes it when mommy fucks her! Quick, I want to cum!" Me: "Mommy's baby girl likes it when she fucks me" Oonagh: "don't stop..." Me: "Fuck me mommy, fuck your baby girl..." She cut me off with a deep kiss as I felt her shudder and she moaned, using my mouth to muffle it. She barely slowed though and it wasn't long before I came too. Oonagh: "Good girl, mommy's beautiful baby girl" - she started stroking my hair while looking me straight in the eyes as she slowed the pace she rode me.

Chapter 34 Jamie’s trip to Manda’s university to participate in a classroom lecture had become a once-a-semester ritual. He’d gotten to like the professor, Dr. Stern, and the two of them had developed a regular patter. Every semester, the students had the same questions, more or less, and Jamie and Dr. Stern had a good pattern of give and take, not rehearsed, just experienced. Jamie had never been to the university to observe a lecture before, and he was flattered by Manda’s invitation. Other students in her new program, including first years, would be there. Other littles would not, and in fact were not allowed. Professor Stern made sure the door staff knew to let Jamie in with Amanda. And Amanda felt proud to have Jamie with her and self-conscious that she’d have the only little in the audience. She didn’t say so, but she knew his behavior would be scrutinized. That Jamie never misbehaved, at least publicly, reassured her, but she couldn’t shake that feeling that every Big has when taking their little to an event, no matter what an angel they are: please be good. The lecture wasn’t the issue, though. Jamie did find it boring, and the visiting professor who delivered said some things Jamie resented and some others that he thought were wrong, but he alternated between listening quietly and being bored quietly, mostly the latter. What he didn’t know was that as he sat there, word spread that an unregressed little was in the audience. Most people didn’t care, but some, especially the graduate students, wanted to see the exotic creature. Since he was the only little there, Jamie couldn’t hide. Once the lecture was over - Jamie did skip the applause, the closest he came to naughtiness that whole week - the students and some hangers on drifted to a conference room down the hall for a reception. “This looks like receptions from when I was in grad school,” Jamie said to Amanda while seated on her hip surveying the food choices. “How’s that?” “Underfunded.” “Ha! (snort) You are too much sometimes.” He held the plates while she filled them with light fare for an evening snack. He’d be home past his bedtime but had taken an extra nap late in the afternoon. They didn’t care much about socializing, Jamie especially. They were in it for free cookies and to make an appearance. Jamie did wish he could have a glass of wine, though, even if it was plonk. Amanda didn’t remember all that much from her first year psychology course, but she did remember the Cocktail Party Effect, the tendency of the brain to pick out certain words in a crowd when most words are unintelligible, to whit the word “unregressed.” Jamie heard it too, whispered quietly and then less quietly. Amanda looked around for Professor Stern, and when she turned around again, six people were there. “Amanda, right,” a woman Manda’s age asked. “I’m Jill. I’m in your cohort.” “Hi. Nice to meet you,” Amanda said with a forced smile. She shrugged by way of apologizing for not shaking hands. One had Jamie and the other had a plate. “We heard a rumor he’s not regressed. Is that true,” an overeager student asked. “My name is James,” he replied for himself. He never had patience for being talked about by strangers when he was there. “So is he,” the girl asked again. “You can talk to him,” Amanda said. “Yes,” he said. “You’ve never met one, have you?” Heads shook. “It’s like seeing a unicorn,” someone whispered. “You know they exist, but you never see one.” “Well, here I am,” Jamie said. “Wait, what?” No one paid that any mind. People started asking questions. “Is he smart?” “What does he do all day?” “How closely do you need to watch him?” “Is it true they can be dangerous?” A few more people joined the growing semicircle that was forming and beginning to surround them. Regular people wouldn’t care that much; plenty of people had learned Jamie was unregressed and didn’t pay it any mind. But first year grad students, well, they’re known for getting overexcited when the subject of their studies is right in front of them. He figured they must be students from the area, like Amanda, because the semester was still a ways away. Amanda backed up, and her thighs bumped against the buffet table. A person pushed through the circle, and without an excuse me, he was reaching toward Jamie. “Hey!” Jamie and Amanda both shouted simultaneously as she turned away from him and put her free arm over him. The man stopped and looked embarrassed. “Oh! Sorry. I was ...” he reached again, this time more around Manda. She jerked away slightly again. “... cupcakes. I was reaching for ... want one?” Jamie felt oddly passive. He’d only ever been the center of this much big attention once. Being surrounded by giants made him nervous. “Manda,” he whispered, but didn’t need to as she was at her breaking point, which was never far ahead where Jamie was concerned. “Space! Alright, just give us some space! Geez...” Amanda walked forward aggressively, leading with the hip Jamie wasn’t riding on, and made room for them. “Learn some freakin’ manners,” she said under her breath. She was trying to balance her temper with her need to not alienate her fellow students or make a scene. She put on the nicest face she could. “We have to be going. Nice meeting you all.” As she turned around, she bumped into Dr. Stern, who was glad to see they had come. “Jamie! Amanda! I didn’t see you come in. I was hoping you guys would come tonight. What did you think?” “How many eyes are watching me right now,” he whispered. “What?” “All those students ... they look like they wanna do experiments on me.” Amanda kept her voice down. “Think some folks are a little too excited by Jamie. Apparently someone told them he’s not regressed.” “Oh. Well, never mind them. Would you like to meet Dr. Zora?” The speaker. “She’d probably love to meet you.” Amanda did want to, but she’d do whatever Jamie wanted to. She felt obligated, as a first year but more as someone who wasn’t so much a student now was as a kind of professional student, to play the game. “Sure,” he said. “For a minute.” “Did you enjoy it, Amanda,” Stern asked. “Yeah. It was interesting.” It wasn’t a big conference room. Stern interrupted someone and tapped the speaker on the shoulder. “Dr. Zora, Sorry to interrupt. Someone I’d like you to meet.” The woman stuck out her hand to Amanda. “Nice to meet you ...” “Amanda. And actually, he meant James ... right?” “Yes,” Stern said. “This is James. He’s not regressed. He guests for me once a semester.” “Interesting. Nice to meet you, James. Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” Jamie did the math in his head and decided to be polite instead of honest. “Yes. You had some interesting points to make.” He’s have been more specific but he didn’t actually remember much. He hadn’t been paying that close attention. Amanda looked at Zora, the group of people still looking at them, and Jamie. She knew what he really thought, and she was tempted to say it herself. She understood the necessity of it, but she didn’t like Jamie not speaking his mind. She did it when she had to, but in this case it felt like he was having to submit to a particular view of littles neither of them agreed with just to be polite. “What did you think of my theory of little cultural advancement? Does it align with your own observations as a native?” “We prefer the term ‘human,’” Jamie said before he could just call that interesting, too. “And while ‘current’ to you might mean the last fifty years, to us it means more like five.” “Well, sometimes it takes an outsider’s perspective to understand these things, sweetie.” Jamie tucked the inside of his lower lip between his teeth and bit down as he exhaled harshly through his nose. “Or having actually been there,” he spat out tersely. He at least kept himself from calling her “honey bunch” and saved the epithets for later. It wasn’t even so much her erroneous ideas as her rudeness that got to him. People are allowed to be wrong. They’re not allowed to be rude. “Okay,” Stern said, breaking the impasse. “Well, a battle of the experts,” he said diplomatically. “Sorry to have interrupted you. Jamie, Amanda?” He put an arm behind Amanda’s shoulder without touching her, and the three of them walked away. “Condescending ... person,” Jamie said. “Dr. Itawa likes her,” Stern said. “Of course, she canceled at the last minute and asked me to fill in. Sorry.” “Excuse me,” a woman said as she approached from the group of students who once more seemed fascinated and hopeful. The young woman took a cookie, broke it in half, and gave half to Jamie, who accepted it and regarded it strangely. He looked at Amanda, whose eyebrows arched to say, I dunno. Even Stern looked puzzled. “Um,” Jamie said, “that’s ... Thank you.” He leaned over and dropped the cookie on the corner of a table. He didn’t want to eat a cookie handed to him by a stranger. Who would? “Oh my gosh, did I do it wrong,” the woman asked. “Do what wrong,” Amanda asked. “Apologize. That’s how littles do it, right? The supplicant makes an offering of half their cookie to the wronged party?” “That’s ...” Jamie pinched his eyes. He couldn’t exactly fault her. Regressed littles used cookies to mean a lot of things. He even did it from time to time with a regressed little or when he was trying to be cute. “Unregressed littles apologize by saying, ‘I’m sorry,’ or if they want to be formal about it, they’ll say, ‘I apologize,’ or something similar. And you can talk to me. Actually, I’m gonna have to insist on it,” he said, trying to smile, as the woman kept glancing at Amanda for approval or verification. “Oh. In that case, we apologize.” “Thank you.” He held in a yawn. Amanda felt it. These people were exhausting. “It is getting late for him,” Amanda said. “I need to get him home.” “We understand.” “Mind telling everyone bye for me? I’ll see you guys close to when the semester starts.” “Of course. Goodnight, James.” “Goodnight,” he said. “Nice seeing you again,” Dr. Stern said. “Sorry for the ... evening. I didn’t know, well... obvious, I guess.” “It’s alright. Not your fault. Enjoy the rest of the summer,” Jamie said. “Okay,” Jamie said when they were out of the building, “what the fuck? I mean, seriously. I mean, you and Mom were never like that.” “I guess it’s just like super fans meeting their favorite celebrity for the first time or something.” Acting like star struck weirdos, and then trying to make it up for and acting like even bigger weirdos, she thought. “Sorry if I ... I hope what I said to that lecturer won’t cause you any problems down the road.” He well remembered the politics of an academic department. “Dr. Itawa is emeritus. She’s got some influence, but it’s mostly just respect for her longevity at this point. Her research has been outdated for a while. Anyway, Stern is more important.” “Why don’t you invite your cohort over for a barbecue or something? They’re probably normal when you get to know them.” “I hope so. Gonna be spending a lot of time with them for the next few years. But you don’t have to do that for me.” “No, I’d like to. I wanna hear more about these supposed unicorns,” he yawned. “Ready for bed,” Manda asked and stroked his hair. He leaned against her and sighed, resting his face against her flank and crossing his arms around her. “Thanks for protecting me from Cupcake Guy. And shouting at everyone. My hero,” he laughed and yawned again. “Sleepy bear.” She kissed the top of his head.

04 - Home Sweet Home The bus ride had gotten her away from that part of the city, this allowed her to get on another bus to take her to her parent's apparent. She had just spoken with her mother last week, but now they weren’t answering the phone. This wasn’t a shock as both her parents worked during the day and couldn’t answer their phones so she just left a message for them. She had badly wanted to call Kyle to make she he was safe but her better judgement told her not to. He could be hiding in a bush somewhere from an Amazon and her calling could end up getting him caught. It would be best to wait until tomorrow, in the meantime, she kept herself worrying about other things then Kyle. Her school no long accepted Littles but the school credits weren’t worthless she just needed to have them transfer school as soon as she found another that would accept a Little. The only issue was that the school had given her a scholarship since she couldn’t afford college. She might be able to find another school that she could get a scholarship for, her grades were amazing for a Little or Amazon so finding another scholarship wouldn’t be hard, finding a school to accept a Little would be. None of the colleges close to her parent's place had accepted Littles that’s why she went to a school hours away. Bryce woke up some time later, this was the last bus on the way to her parent's place. Her parents lived in a small 2 bedroom apartments on the edge of the city, the rent was low and as such the landlords took anyone who would rent even Littles. At least the rain had let up now as she got off the bus, it was already past time for her parents to be home so there was no reason to call them. She walked the block to the apartment which was across from the city park, on the front door there was a note that read “Under New Management.” Despite this Bryce found herself smirking, her father had always told her, “Don’t Trust Amazons." "They’re only out for themselves.” The management changing hands in a place she lived was normal, always meant rent was going up. Going in the door she sighed a bit of relief, she was looking forward to her father’s complaints about Amazon now that he had his rent bumped up. Anything to keep your mind off Kyle was a good thing for her. Turning the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks, there was a red paper on the door to her parent’s apartment which read “EVICTION NOTICE” across the top. Reading down the box next to unpaid rent was check marked. That made no sense their rent would have been due the day after she spoke with her mother. Quickly she went to the door and started to knock, with no answer. She started fishing through her backpack looking for her key she still had. She pulled out her phone and started calling her mother’s phone as she opened the door. In the dark, she could hear her mother’s phone and quickly moved to turn the lights on. The door shut as the lights turned on and her growing feeling of dread had taken hold completely. Her parents clothing was scattered across the floor, her mother cell phone was with them. On the table there was a small container of baby powder and an unused diaper. Her parents didn’t keep any diapers in the house or baby powder, as her father had said DTA. If you let an Amazon into your house and they see those things it could be it for you. She went to call her father, hoping maybe they were still safe only to hear his phone go off in the pair of pants on the ground. It was too much for her to take and what little food was in her stomach made its way back out her mouth and all over the floor. She couldn’t stop herself and crying, in one day she felt like her whole world died. Leaning against the wall the need to go to the bathroom returned, she had been holding it until she got home. She may have still been in a diaper from when she left school but she didn’t need it, she didn’t want to use it. She couldn’t seem to find the strength to stand and in that moment let it all go. Her crotch started to warm and she let the days worth of drinks make their exit. The seat of her diaper started to crinkle as the warm mush filled the seat. Tears kept rolling down her cheeks, “Is this what they want us all to be? Is this what you were turned into?” Sitting in her own mess she pulled her legs up and just let her emotions go. After a while she finally felt herself all cried out, and knew she couldn’t stay here. She quickly went to the bathroom and cleaned herself off and took a shower, the water seemed to help wash away everything even if it was just an illusion. Exiting the bathroom, she took the extra diaper and powder and got dressed again, even if she didn’t need diapers the idea of wearing the mother’s panties just seemed…. gross. Back in the living room she went through her parents’ phones, there was a number of missed calls from their works dating back to 4 days ago. There was some number she didn’t know also, the number was on both her parent's phones though she dared not call the number. On the coffee table there was a letter from the new management, it said that the building no longer would accept Little or In-Betweener tenants effective immediately. This explained what happened to her parents was what happened to her, the rules had been changed right out from under them and now they were most likely stuck filling their pants somewhere. Her father had been right all along, you can’t trust Amazons. Staying inside the apartment hadn’t been her plan but with the rain starting again it wasn’t worth the risk leaving. She locked the front door and turned off most of the lights to make it look like no one was there. Taking a pillow and a blanket she curled up in the walk-in closet and finally got some sleep. It was around 5 am when she awoke, getting out of the closet she could see the sun would soon be coming up. She quickly went to the bathroom and gathered everything of her parents she wanted to keep and got ready to leave. As she was heading to the door she took a picture that showed the three of them at her 16th birthday, a lump in the back of her throat had to be forced down so she didn’t start crying again. The dirty diaper from yesterday sat next to the door, she had planned to take it to the dumpster when she left. Reaching down she picked up her own balled up dirty diaper with her free hand still holding the picture in the other. Looking at the diaper her sadness slowly turned to anger, and then rage; what they had done to her what they had done to her family. With all the force she could muster she threw the dirty diaper against the wall, causing it explode and send her own waste all over the walls and floor. With a determined look in her eye she unlocked the door quickly, checked to make sure no one was in the hall and left. If they wanted to turn her life to shit, then they could clean it up. She quickly left her parents now former apartment and went to get coffee, she was going to need it while she waited for Kyle. The coffee stand was run and owned by an In-Betweener which is why she had always gone there, the owner called her over as she got her coffee. “Bryce, I haven’t seen you in years; how have you been?” The man asked with a look of joy on his face. She was able to give him a weak smile, “Not so good Roger, when was the last time you saw my mother?” Knowing her mother would stop by almost everyday for coffee. Rogers face dropped like a brick, “I…almost a week ago I saw an Amazon taking two Little out of your parent’s apartment building. The girl wasn’t wearing anything but a diaper, at first, I thought it was your mother but I kept telling myself it wasn’t. If you’re asking I’m guessing it was…” They were both silent for a moment before he added, “I’m sorry.” “Thanks Roger, it’s good to know something at least. Take care of yourself.” Before she could turn to leave Roger stopped her and handed her a large roll of cash. Bryce was about to refuse when Roger stopped her. “Just take it and get far away from here, I don’t want to lose another friend. The laws around here changing to fast, and unlike me there is nothing to protect you. Get away from here and have a good life, and most of all don’t look back.” Roger said wiping away a tear from her face. Bryce made her way to the bus stop that was within view distance of her parent’s old apartment building. She would be able to see Kyle from there and could come up and surprise him. As the hours past waiting she started to get worried and by noon she had finally waited long enough to call him. The phone just rang and rang until it went to voicemail. She let the phone slid down her ear into the lap where she hung up. Kyle had never missed a phone call from her, ever. It didn’t matter if he was on the toilet or getting changed he always answered. She had no more tears, no more sobs she just sat there numb from head to toe starting at the door. Noon turned to two pm, then four and finally the sun was going down, when the street lights turn on she looked at her phone, its battery almost dead from all the calls to Kyle without answer. Finally, she stood from the bench and walked down the street until she was standing in front of their meeting place, she placed her hand to her lips then placing her hand on the door. “Good bye,” she whispered under her breath as she turned to walk down the street. 05 - Old Wounds Three Weeks Ago The last three years of her life had changed Bryce more than even she wanted to admit. The first weeks after everything had happened she had blamed herself, that if only she had been faster or called her mother more she would have saved them. In the end however she knew it wasn’t her fault, even the Littles that had pushed her out of the way on the bus she couldn’t blame. They had been looking out for themselves and if her and Kyle had gotten on one of them would have ended up in diaper land. It was a world of every Little for themselves, she didn’t dislike other Littles like she did amazons she just understood that sometimes sacrifices had to be made to survive. Just the day before when she got off the bus she was walking down the street next to another Little, who she didn’t know when a random Amazon stopped them both. “Aren’t you two so cute, is your mommy around here?” Before the other Little could say or do anything Bryce covered her nose and yelled, “Eww, your poopy.” The other Little face twisted into shock, fear and confusion all at once. The Amazon quickly scooped the Little up to check, and while the Little was busy attempting to get free Bryce made her way quickly down the street and out of sight. “Every Little for themselves,” she thought. She had gotten a job ironically at an adopted Little supply store in the mall, she believed it was better to hide in plain sight. The shelves were large and deep and many times Amazons couldn't reach to the back, but Bryce could crawl down the shelf and moves things forward. The biggest gain for being a Little working in a store for adopted Littles was no fear of being adopted. For one, her workers badge worked through the whole mall. This meant she could do her shopping without fear as long as she had her badge on. Second reason was how helpful she was, at least once a week a Little would get away from their "Mommy" and would need to be found before they got away. This was her strongest role, a Little would run from an Amazon but not another Little. All she had to do was find them and let their "Mommy" know, the Littles either had no clue she had tattled on them or soon wouldn't have the IQ care or memory to remember anyway. It was her day off and the sound of her phone receiving a text pulled her away from her fridge where she was attempting to figure out her breakfast. It was strange for her to get texts; her work would call from time to time but they didn’t text. I don’t know if you still have this number but please you have to help, your father and I need you. We will be at the park across from our old place around noon, please hurry. Bryce put her phone down on the table and walked to the window. Could it really be her parents? It had been three years, why now? The questions filled her mind, and with no answers to go on she had to make a choice. Her life was a stable one, maybe a little empty as she hadn’t had a friend since everything happened but it was stable. She pondered on the question for a while, to go or not? In the end, she came to only one truth, if she didn’t go and see she would never be able to live with herself knowing she had a chance to make things right. She couldn’t be stupid about this, if she was it could be the end for her and her parents. She didn’t want to respond, that could be a bigger risk then not answering. The number looked familiar to her but she couldn’t remember when or where she saw it. Bryce could only conclude two outcomes as to why her parents would contact her, first was that they had gotten away and needed to find someplace safe. The other was that their new “Mommy” was going to be taking them to the park and they wanted her to help them get away. In either case she needed to be able to be in the park but not have anyone suspect why a random Little was walking around the park. She quickly went into her closet and got everything she would need for the undercover operation. In her closet, she pulled out baggy clothing for her parents if they were dressed like babies to help get them out of the area. The other part of her bag had a very thick diaper made for a baby just past the crawler stage which would give her a very large waddle. Sometimes packages would be broken or damaged and it would be written off and tossed, she had managed to snag a few things just in case. With any luck, she would arrive at the playground area in the park and be able to blend in with the babies and Littles. If her parents were dressed like adults and on the run she could take off the diaper and get her parents out of there and if they were being treated as babies it would allow her to get close without drawing attention. Without any time to lose she grabbed her things and went to the bus. Though she had moved a few towns over she wasn’t too far away, thus the bus ride would get her there in plenty of time. It was almost 11:30 by the time she got to the park and there was already a good number of babies and Littles at the playground that she could slip in unnoticed. One side of the play area there was a row of bushes that bent around the playground area which would make a great cover for her to change. Once she was behind the bushes she quickly started to strip herself down; shirt, pants, bra, panties and even her socks and shoes. She pulled out the insanely thick diaper and a small bottle of baby powder, the diaper was the thickest she had ever had seen and wondered why anyone would buy these. She attempted to tape it in such a way that she would be able to slide it off when she was ready. Standing was extremely strange as the diaper was meant for a baby or Little that was still 75%-80% a crawler so it wasn't meant for her to be walking or running in. She quickly put on the pink princess shirt on that only covered the top of her diaper. Her father had always told her not to trust Amazons, and since she couldn't trust them she would have to fool them. The clothing was something no self respecting Little would ever put on themselves and as such no one would think she was anything more then a dumb baby. With nothing on but a t-shirt and a thick diaper she was ready to go. Putting her clothes and phone in her backpack she slid it under the bush, no one would find it unless they knew it was there. With that she quickly made her way around into the play area without any of the Amazons noticing her joining in. The play area was sand and it was warm on her feet, made it a little slower to move but on the plus side it seemed to help her from falling over in her diaper. She went around to each Little on the playground looking for her parents, but all the while making it look like she was just a mindless baby like the other Littles. As an Amazon started walking toward her she got scared at first until a Little boy behind her yelled, "Mommy." Bryce quickly put half her hand in her mouth and let the drool run down her hand and onto her shirt. The Amazon looked right at Bryce as she picked up the boy, "Aren't you a cutie, I bet you a lot happier without those big girl thoughts in your head?" "More in my head then yours, dumb ass" Bryce thought to herself as the Amazon moved off with her Little. It was clear that her parents weren't any of the Little in the play area, she was able to see most of the park from the play area so she would know when they arrived. As time passed more Littles and their amazons came and left, along with others in the park such as Littles and In-Betweeners. After another Amazon had comment on her cuteness she felt the need to pee, while being a Little in a wet diaper was bad it would be suspicious if a baby Little like her was dry for too long. After finding a spot where the Amazons couldn't see she was able to calm herself enough to let go and flood her diaper. It had been 3 years since she last wore or used a diaper so she wasn't shocked it took some doing so. However the crawler diaper was even worse when it was wet and walking was almost impossible, so she sat down in the sand pretending to be playing with it while keeping a "mindless" eye on everyone coming and going. It wasn't long before another Amazon came into the area with a stroller for two. The amazon stopped and pulled the Littles out of the stroller, though Bryce couldn't get a good view as they were on the other end of the playground. The Amazon took the girl and plopped her on the ground with another Little, the girl that had a bucket she was playing with. "Alright Emmy, you play here and Mommy will feed your brother while we wait for your little sister." the Amazon pulls up the girls shirt and pulls open the back of her diaper, "I'll change you after your brother is fed sweetie." Bryce crawled her way around the jungle gym to the new girl. I wasn't long before she was behind the new Little, though she couldn't see the Amazon as she was blocked from view by the jungle gym. The smell of the girls diaper, it was like a nightmare, and that was coming from someone who worked in a store with Littles that lived in dirty diapers. She gently pulled on the girls shoulder to get her to turn, and as she did, Bryce's jaw dropped. It was her mother. Her mother was sitting in the sand in a dirty diaper and the same pink princess t-shirt and crawler diaper she had on. Her mother had a vacant look on her face as drool dripped from her chin. "Mom, you in there?" Bryce waved her hand trying to keep her voice down. "Mom snap out of it we have to go," Bryce was running out of time and her mother was just out of it. This didn't make sense, did her mother get caught sending the text message? As Bryce was thinking her mother had been playing with the sand this whole time, and suddenly flung her hands in the air like the happy baby she was and got sand right in her daughters eye. "DAMN IT MOM!" Bryce yelled without thinking. Suddenly alarms were going off in her head as her mother started crying. "Emmy, what's wrong?" The Amazon called as she walked over to her along with another Amazon who was coming to pick up her daughter. Bryce had crawled her diaper off, or wished she had to get around the jungle jim in time from being seen. The Amazon with the Little girl that wasn't her mother picked up her own Little. "I hope your Little girl's alright, she has been a good girl all day." The Amazon holding her mother sounded confused for a moment, "all day?" "Oh, yes she is well behaved isn't she? Such a cute little stinker." As the extra Amazon walked away Bryce made sure she wasn't seen, all the while keeping an eye on her mother and her mothers new "Mommy." "It looks like your little sister is already here sweetie, let's find out." The Amazon pulled out a cell phone and held it to her ear. It was a moment later that the phone in Bryce's backpack started ringing. However the backpack was in the bush on the other side of the playground and she would have to pass the Amazon to get to it. However the Amazon had not missed the sound and quickly put her mother down and went over to the bush. It was at that moment it click, it was all a trap. Somehow the Amazon had gotten her number and tricked her to come back for her parents. Bryce was quickly backing up out of the play area keeping her eyes on her mother's captor. Everything she needed was in there, her ID, money, clothing, cell phone and even her workers pass so she didn't get adopted on the job. While the badge didn't work outside of the mall the big letters saying "No Adoption" on it did help. Bryce knew at that moment things couldn't get any worse and knew she had to get out of there and turned to waddle-ran as fast as she could. She should have looked where she was going as she ran right into someone as she turned around and without thinking opened her mouth, "watch where you're going." Looking up at an Amazon in a jogging outfit. Bryce looked at her once and took off down the path away from the playground which was blocked from view by the bushes. She only made it a few waddles before the Amazon caught her. "Let me down I'm not a baby." "That's up for debate, you’re in a wet crawler diaper that no adult Little would ever wear themselves." the women held Bryce by her armpits and looked her right in the eyes. "I bet you’re one of those Littles that want to be a baby but you’re too scared of getting a bad mommy, well your in luck sweetie. What’s your name, you can call me Mommy." "Bryce, now will you let me down I'm not a baby and I don't want to be a baby." Bryce kept struggling to get free as another Amazon walked up with a stroller. "She has a lot of energy, she must be newly adopted." The passer by asked. "You have no idea, maybe about 2 min ago," her new "Mommy" answered. " Congratulations she is a cute one that's for sure. Here this will help for new babies." Bryce suddenly found herself being cradled in this woman's arm as a pacifier was shoved in her mouth. There was a strange taste to it, not a bad taste just...strange. She felt warm all over as her eyelid suddenly felt extremely heavy and she passed out in her new Mommy's arms. 06 - Foundation "Your husband..?" Dee asked as Bryce was clearly lost in her own memories. "Ya," she answered slowly. "He proposed when we were in college, he sacrificed himself to get me out when the school stopped accepting Littles." All the emotions came flooding back to Bryce at once, her pain, sadness and anger all at a boiling point. She didn't want to just escape she wanted to make every Amazon pay for the pain that they had caused her and all the other Littles. That idea, like her old life was a dream; at least for the moment. She swallowed hard and took a breath, this wouldn't break her; she had already been broken nothing could be worse than what she has already felt. Bryce quickly turned on her heels and went back to sit down in the same spot they had been to start with. Like sheep the others followed her and sat down. "Dee, what else do you know what the test?" Bryce asked, the more she knew the better her chances. "What do you want to know I've already been through it once?" Dee answer matter-a-factly "Wait, I thought if you failed the test your mind is wiped clean. How can you still know how to talk if you already went through it." Dee signed before she spoke, "not always. Sometimes the test is complete failure and it doesn't do anything at all, like with me but no one has made it more then two rounds." Dee shrugged and added, "or so I've been told." "Isn't this the first test?" Bryce asked "This is the first full test, the last test I was in was just the foundation. Others here have been in different parts of the test." Dee looked nervous as if she wanted to say more, "I think, Kyle was it? I believe one of the Amazons said he was in their first ever test, not sure what was done though that was before my time." "So what's this foundation part you were in?" wanting to change the subject off Kyle for her own sake. "It's what our Mommy's," Dee stopped for a moment. "Sorry, what our captors want us to be in the end. Mine wants me to be around two years old, able to walk but not yet a toddler; a classic baby. The goal I guess is to get us to want to be like that in the end and feel that is our natural state." "How does it work?" Bryce needed every bit of information she could get. "How the hell would I know that!" Dee snapped. "I don't know how this hypnosis or subconscious stuff works!" The group was silent for a moment, "sorry I didn't mean..." "Alright everyone who's ready to begin?" Bryce's apology was shut short. Two Amazons and a Robo nanny picked up the 5 Littles and moved them to the other side of the daycare. The room was a lot like the other side but with 5 cribs in a row and each crib had one of their names on the side, along with a clipboard. Each Little was placed in their cribs but was facing the Amazons in the middle of the room. "Alright everyone, since 4 of you are new we are going to go over everything. This might seem strange since you all babies but it's important you all understand how much we are trying to help you. My name is Michelle and I'll be with you through the whole test, you can Call me Ms. M, Nanny or Nanny Michelle." Announced the rather chipper young Amazon. Bryce believed she could smell the load of crap even from her crib and knew it wasn't coming from a diaper. She knew this wasn't for the Littles it was all about the Amazons, always was and always would be. "You're all unhappy," the Amazon started. "We want to help make you all happy again. We still want you to be you, and help make you happy with yourselves." A thud was heard from Bryce slamming her head into the top rail on he crib, having to listen to this mindless self help class was torture. "BeeBee don't do that you'll hurt yourself sweetie." "Well let's get started and see where everyone is going to be at." The Amazon started with the only one in the group with an outie instead of an innie. "Jason dear, your mommy want you to be a walker. Your a baby that is just at the cusp of being a full toddler. That diaper is a little thick for your status but we can just get you a walker diaper when you get changed." "Moving down the line, Dee your mommy still wants you to be an advanced crawler and starting to walk, still just her little baby." The Amazon moved to Bryce, this was going to be good. The amazon looked confused for a moment, "Well BeeBee it seems your mommy wants you to be a crawler but that's it, she made it very clear she wants you to keep your teeth. Your diaper is thick enough as long as it doesn't leak." She said before moving on. Bryce let out a sigh, she almost felt for a moment she should thank her "mommy," almost. "Let's see here, Susan your mommy want you to be an infant. Just over a newborn, I'm sure you will love your tummy time." The amazon smiled, which contrasted to the look of horror on Susan face. "Oh dear that diaper is much to thin, it just won't do. Nanny please change Susan into the thickest diaper we have and keep a log, those are the only diapers she is to be wearing she won't need to be walking or crawling anymore." With that Susan was picked up and taken to the changed table. "Finally, we come to little Sammy, your mommy wants to be a toddler, a little older than Jason. She wants you to be able to be potty trained but to never have it done. I think it's cute how your mommy just wants her little girl to be diaper no matter her age." Giggled the amazon as she walked back to the other amazon. Susan was put back in her crib but her diaper was too thick for her to stand and found herself flat on her butt. Bryce saw Susan looking at Sam, she swore she could hear Susan say, "Lucky bitch." Though it was a good thing the Amazon didn't hear. "Alright everyone it's cartoon time." Scooping up Susan and Sam, while the other Amazon got Dee and Jason and the Robo got Bryce. Bryce figured it was because of her history of getting free. All of them made their way into the small room in the back. In the room there were five high chairs and something hanging over each of them. Each Little was strapped into his or her chair as the wall in front of them opened to show a large TV screen. After they were strapped into their chairs they all found their hands now bound to the tray in front of them. Hearing a noise above 5 headphones dropped from the ceiling. "Since everyone is in a different age group we will need to use the headphones." The Michelle explained to her young helper. The headphones weren't simply headphones they kept her from turning her head away and shaking it off. As the headphones came everything when silent, it was as if she heard nothing but her own breathing wearing them. Out of the corner of her eye Bryce could see the door into the shut. As the music started Bryce knew at once what they would be watching, but didn't see the point; a moment later the shows title flashed on the screen. "Little RugRats" 07 - Make a Break for it “So good,” Bryce thought. “I don’t know why but the milk tasted so good for some reason. Little RugRats have never seemed so interesting bef…” Bryce realized she had finally come to her senses. She remembered entering the room, and the headsets coming down over her head but that’s about it. When did they unlatch her hands? When did she get this bottle? How long had it been there? She squeezed her legs together and found her diaper completely soaked, she figured it had been a while. About the time she finished her bottle the show ended and the lights in the room came on. Michelle came in with Robo and started removing the headphones while the Robo nanny started taking the littles out to be changed. Bryce wanted out of the soaking wet diaper, though she really wanted some more of that milk. All the Littles were stripped when they were changed, each girl was dressed in a pink shirt and diaper; Jason got the same but his shirt was blue. Once everyone was dressed the Littles would put in the play area. “Play for a little bit while we get lunch ready,” Michelle turned, clearly not expecting a response. Bryce was more confused about how it could be lunch time if they just had their bottles, how long was she out for? Before leaving the Amazon picked up a stuffed bear and handed it to Bryce. “Here, you play with Mr. Stuffy while we’re gone.” Bryce look at the bear in her hand as the Amazon left, she pulled it back to throw it at the Amazon but didn’t. It wouldn’t do any good and the bear didn’t deserve it. She put the bear between her legs and looked at her cell mates. “What the hell happened in there, I don’t remember anything?” Sam and Susan both shook their heads, clearly not knowing anything themselves. Even Dee didn’t have much to say, “It was the same as last time, no one remembers.” “I remember,” Jason said, though it was slurred like a baby or drunk person was talking. “Ya, but we didn’t end up with a lisp,” Bryce looked sideways at Jason who simply stuck his tongue out. Not in a way to be rude but to show us, he had teeth marks on his tongue. “I focused on the pain, so I remember everything. I remember watching some of those episodes when I was a kid. Though I don’t remember all the extra voices.” It was really hard to understand him with the lisp but Bryce was getting used to it. “Extra voices?” Sam, Susan and Bryce all asked at once. “It was in the background, I could make it out when the characters weren’t talking. If you weren’t listening for it you wouldn’t hear it.” Bryce’s college days made her believe they were trying to affect the subconscious, in some way. This did seem to confirm the belief of brainwashing. Now she suddenly wished she had taken a class on brainwashing, if there even was such a thing. It was at that moment that Bryce realized no one was watching them and that the Amazons and the Robo nanny had all left. Before she could point this out Susan said in a hushed voice, “Listen if you still want to get out I’ll help but I’m not going to make it.” This broken Bryce concentration, thus she and the others were all looking at Susan. “They are going to make me only able to sit up, and I won’t lie even now I feel a great want to lay down, I'm not sure I can even crawl." "That's stupid I'm sure you can," Bryce said waddling over to Susan. To her credit it seemed to take a lot of effort on her part to be on all 4 fours, and she did take a step, or a crawl/step. "I’ll never make it to the door let alone down the street.” It was clear she was choking back tears, “use me as a decoy.” Everyone was silent for a second, which was enough time for Bryce to finish her plan. With only two doors out of the room one lead straight to the lobby and out the front door. “Alright this is what we’ll do, that door leads to the lobby and then outside, there's only one Amazon there. Susan that will be your job, we will make a “Little Ladder” to get to the door handle. When the door swings in, stick your head out for the Amazon to see you. When she comes to get you, we will run past and head for the door.” “Bryce we can’t just leave…” Sam was cut off. “You have to, I don’t think I can stand let alone run." Susan stopped and looked at them all. "Just make me a promise, if you all get out take a shot of rum for me; it was my favorite.” Susan said wiping a tear from her cheek. Without saying anything else the 5 of them nodded and moved towards the door. Bryce, still with bear in hand got on her hands and knees to be the bottom, with Dee being in the middle and Sam going up top as she had the best motor control at the moment. This was a good thing as Jason was helping Susan get across the room to the floor. Once Susan was in position Bryce whispered, “do it.” Which was then spread to Dee and Sam pulled the handle down. Sam had only just cracked the door open and she quickly climbed down, Jason pushed Susan into the doorway enough to be seen. With a coy smile Susan looked at the Amazon at the front desk and said, “Hasta La Vista Baby!” Bryce lowered her head slapping the palm of her hand to her face at how utterly stupid that one liner was. “Sweetie you can’t come out here,” they all heard the young Amazon say. As the door started to open from the Amazon pushing on it, they saw that Susan being picked up they all made a break for it. At that moment, all hell broke loose. As Bryce and the others ran through the door heading for the exit a very loud alarm went off through the building. Susan for her credit started crying again squirming keeping the Amazon busy trying not to drop her. The four diapered Littles extremely quickly waddle ran to the glass door to their freedom. Bryce noticed a handicap button higher up that could open the door but there was no time for that. Bryce hit the door but it was much heavier than she thought and all four of them found themselves suck trying to push the door open. With the alarms and Susan crying it was hard to think, Bryce look down the length of the door to see the others and yell, “ON 3. ONE, TWO…. THREE!” With everything she had she pushed to open the door, even with the bear still in hand, it started to move for a second then stopped. As she was pushing the alarm suddenly stopped, out of breath she looks at the others. Sam and Dee had stupid vacant smiles on their faces, looking behind them she should see both their diapers had expanded an extreme amount. It was at that point Bryce noticed the tube-like arm of the Robo nanny coming out of the back of Sam’s diaper. Bryce quickly attempted to turn around but a hand was keeping her facing the door. She felt someone long and metal enter the back top of her diaper, and a moment later the biggest pile of mush started to fill the back of her diaper. Looking at the others Sam and Dee dropped onto their diapered butts with a loud squish as her own diaper was filling up. She could smell something, it smells like her own dirty diaper but, in a nice way? She didn’t understand, but she didn’t have too. The warm mush felt so nice on her bottom, the warmth seem to spread through her body like pure joy. She wasn’t sure when the tube was removed but when she fell back on her bottom and felt everything squish against her, she could think of only one word to describe it, joygasm.

Similarly to Scif, I work retail supermarket too. I work days in the Seasonal sections of the store, but I also hop around to a variety of other locations when needed. I've been working the supermarket long enough that I could run half the departments myself! But that's a whole other topic. I'm not incontinent; I wear for pleasure. Usually I'll wear slightly larger pants and store keys on the belt loop. I swear that no one will notice any other sound than heavy work boots and jingling keys when you walk, and that's if they can hear you over the PA system or register beeps all day. If I chose to use my diapers I can always grab a spare from my locker; no one has ever asked. Then again, it isn't unusual for women to take purses into the restroom for reasons. Usually I'll just wear pull ups to work and use the restroom as normally, then when I get home I'll use them properly.

I do tech support for multiple companies and have not had any issues being diapered 24/7 at home or at work, I wear one size up pants and a onesie only 2 people have noticed I need diapers and that was because I had to go to my car to get my backpack and then head to the bathroom.

I like the thick diaper bulge, but just thick enough to make me waddle when I walk. I enjoy the bulge in the crotch "teasing" or tickling my inner thighs when I waddle, especially when the diaper is wet.