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All the time. It’s only recently started happening in my sleep and it’s great not have to get up several times a night to go to the bathroom

Chapter 4: At Mommy's House "But mommmmyyyy! My butt hurts!" Pamela whined like a petulant child as she was forced to lay down on a grey blanket. "No butts except for yours on that blanket, baby!" "Yeth, mommy." Pamela lisped as she did as she was told. Her whole body was naked with only a big white diaper to cover her shaved pussy and plump buttocks. The diaper provided some cushion for her sore, red ass, but it was also so large that it forced her legs apart, making her cheeks cry out in pain when she laid down. "Bring your feet together and suck your thumb!" The domineering woman, known only as mommy, ordered. The pudgy blond did as she was told, her chubby thighs parting as she slowly brought her feet together until they touched. She then brought her thumb to her mouth and gave it a tentative slurp. "Suck your thumb like you mean it!" Pamela pouted and wrapped her lips around her thumb, getting it nice and wet as she worked it. The big digit brushed past her gums as she sucked on it. That was the one thing mommy always did to her that made her feel extremely babyish, she took away her dentures and forced her to do everything without teeth the entire time she was under "mommy's" roof. That's it! There's my good girl!" *CLICK* "Mommeh!!!" Pamela cried out from around her thumb, surprised and a little frightened that her mommy would just take her picture in such a compromising pose. "Oh, hush. Do you want to go back over mommy's knee again?" Pamela closed her eyes and went back to sucking on her thumb. At least she was getting her day as a baby. It was a little rougher than she'd like, but it was so worth it. *CLICK* "I think that's enough pictures. Time to feed the baby." The overbearing forty three year old turned big baby quivered on the blanket, knowing exactly what mommy had in mind. She removed her fingers from her mouth as she was forced to sit up and crawl over to where her mommy had taken a seat on the sofa. Each shuffle of her big bottom caused her diaper to crinkle as she inched forward towards the couch. "Up here, sweetums." Mommy cooed. Pamela found her chubby body awkwardly climbing up the small sofa before she ultimately laid down on the cushioned surface, her head positioned directly under mommy's large breasts. While not as big as her own, they were big enough to make her feel babyish. As she stared at the massive mammaries, Pamela realized how long it had been since her last feed. Months, literally months had passed since her last feeding. Subconsciously, the forty three year old mother knew that she had been using her pacifier as a coping mechanism, as a way to imitate this sacred activity. "You going to stare at them all day?" The voice of her mommy asked her in an annoyed tone. "Noo." Pamela replied in a childish manner. Her face showed her embarrassment in the form of a blush. The idea that mommy thought she was staring at her breasts mortified her. God, how she missed this feeling! "Then get to it. My baby should know what to do. Drink your num nums." Mommy cooed. Pamela's blush grew darker. It was one thing to be ordered to suck another grown woman's tits, like she was a mere infant, but to be talked down to in such a motherly tone only served to remind her of her position in this relationship. The middle aged mother took the engorged nipple into her mouth and started to suckle on it, her lips firmly wrapped around the large nub. With each pump of her lips, Pamela could taste the slight hint of something sweet starting to bead on the salty surface of the areola. On the fourth suckle, Pamela felt a warm squirt of creamy milk spray into her mouth, bringing her tastebuds to life. How she had craved this taste! It was far more decadent than any organic milk and a bit too sweet to be confused with milk that came from a cow. Simply put, it was delicious! After that first taste, her lips had worked themselves into a rhythm, suckling in steady bursts that granted her a decent stream of milk. The rich substance continued to flood into her toothless mouth, flowing over the ridges of her gums and into every crevice and divot that had once been home to a tooth. What a poor substitute her pacifier had been. "That's a good- girl." Mommy praised in mid gasp, seemingly surprised by the ferocity that the middle aged woman exhibited while she continued to suckle off of her breast. Pamela had unintentionally flicked her mother's nipple with her tongue. The forty three year old's mouth had just done it automatically. But regardless of intent, something beyond words compelled Pamela to do it again. Each gentle flick caused the nipple to react, squirting out even more milk as it grew even stiffer than before. Pamela was happy to swallow this extra milk, and continued to absentmindedly tease the nipple in her mouth. Each flick caused it to leap to attention, spurting out even more thicker and richer milk for the middle aged mother to lap up with her tongue. After Pamela drained the first breast, mother moved in to run her fingers through Pamela's dyed blond hair. She smiled down at her forty three year old baby as she started to cradle the back of Pamela's head in her hands, forcing the middle aged mother to latch onto her other breast. "Over here, baby. Mommy needs you to suck on this one." Pamela shifted her head and quickly found the new nipple. It was in this brief interruption of her suckling that Pamela realized how the weight of her mother's oversized mammary pressed down on her face. It was such a unique feeling. As she laid back, head cradled in her mommy's hands while she resumed her feed, she seriously felt like she was in the safest place in the world at that moment. Everything felt right. Everything felt natural as she laid there and allowed her most infantile reflexes to take control. She wasn't even thinking about much of anything while she eagerly drank her fill from her mother's breast. It was as it was meant to be. Nature had taken over. To Be Continued... Want to read more about the two mothers who are secretly ABDLs? Then I'd recommend that you check out my Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

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Alex was an incoming freshmen at Northern, part of the class of 2022. He along with other new students were attending orientation this weekend. He was a bit nervous to meet a bunch of new people, it would also be his first time with a roommate. His Mom had driven him up for the weekend, as he did not have his own car he could just take. The school was about 4 hours from his house so at least Mom and Dad would not make to many surprise visits. When they pulled up she helped him unload his suitcase, gave him a big hug and nearly crying got back into the car. It was his first time this far away from home all by himself, a big moment for both of them. Alex found his way into the Student Center, the specified location for the beginning of Orientation. The building was large, but the ballroom he walked into must have had about 500 chairs for everyone to sit in. He had about 20 minutes before the meeting was supposed to start, so he wondered around a bit before using the bathroom and then finding his seat. The president of the college spoke for awhile, then some students talked about different stuff to do and how important it was to take school seriously. “Getting involved in something more than classes helps to make the college experience more fun, make sure you attend the Clubs reception tomorrow! The location will be here and we will start at 5 PM.” The students were then split up into smaller groups, and given tours of the campus. They registered for classes, did group activities together, and ate together. At the end of Saturday Alex had made a few new friends. They were assigned roommates for the night, and given key’s to go up to their rooms. Alex was staying with Kyle tonight, which was awesome because they had gotten along great all day! The only thing Alex was worried about now was sleeping with, well, his stuffed doggy. Kyle had a 101 Dalmatians stuffed animal named Lucky that he had been sleeping with for a long time. He had given up stuffed animals when he was 12, but without his parents knowing he started sleeping with him again last year. Now he was worried about his new college friends making fun of him for it. It was college, so, they had no bed time, just a room assignment. They stayed up talking for awhile, then decided to get ready to pass out. They both put on their pajamas, and climbed into bed. After the lights went out, Alex slipped his hand into his bag by the bed and pulled Lucky out. Carefully tucking him under his arm before drifting off to sleep. ______ When morning came, Kyle was the first one out of bed. He walked past a fallen Lucky on the floor, and gave little thought to it. ‘So Alex still slept with a stuffed animal, big whoop’. When Alex woke up how ever, he saw that Kyle was out of bed, and then… Lucky was on the floor! He started to freak out a little, sat up in bed, on the verge of tears. As Kyle came back from around the corner, he saw Alex in his state, and checked on him. “You ok dude?” “Oh… Um…” Kyle picked up Lucky from the floor, “If you’re looking for this guy, he’s right here”. As his stuffed animal was handed to him, Alex sat silent. He could see that his it was a non starter, and the worries left him. “Thanks!” He took his stuffed doggy from Kyle and hugged it before setting it on his bed and began to get dressed. Today’s plan included Breakfast, another information session, and finally a clubs reception. Alex was most excited about this, as he had been told this was when all the activities tried to woo incoming students into joining their groups. Alex sat with his roommate at breakfast, Kyle never mentioning anything regarding the morning. They went along to the information session, got handed tons of paperwork, and then were swiftly rushed along to the ballroom lined with now empty of chairs and instead replaced with tables and signs. Intramural Sports! - Student Union! - Rock Climbing - ect… it seemed like the tables went on forever. Tucked away in a corner was a group no one seemed to be paying much attention to. Seeing an opportunity to get away from the crowds Alex walked over to a sign reading “Regression Club”. “Hi! My names Cindy, and you are?” “Alex! My name is Alex. Soooooooo” “So what? “What’s your club?” Alex thought he knew, but there was no way it was a club about that. How could that be in a college? “Well, we are a club that is all about acting the age you ‘want’ to be. Pick an age and we help you experience it.” “Wait, any age?” “Any age.” Alex was getting excited! “Wait so, how does this work?” He was handed a brochure, spelling out the details, and giving him the date for their first meeting. It just so happened to be the same day he moved into his dorm! “Read over that when you have time, now for my paperwork how old are you Alex? “I’m 18” “Oh… no no I mean… How.. OLD… are you?” Alex was not enterally sure what she meant, but he thought he understood, and tentatively answered: “four”. “Ah, I thought so! Read that information and come to the meeting! See you soon little one!” Now she knew, someone else really knew… He had never told anyone that before, and here she was, known her for less than 2 minutes and he spilled his single biggest secret to her. Alex had figured out awhile ago that he was a little. Kind of an adult baby, but more like an adult kid. He still liked diapers, but wore pull ups and undies more often. Mostly he just liked being made to feel little and small, and to be treated like a kid. He also liked stuffed animals, wearing little kid pajamas, playing video games, playing with toys, playing in general! Coloring, sidewalk chalk, swimming, and even getting in trouble sometimes. He thought one of the sure fire ways to feel like a kid was to get in trouble, specifically to get punished as a little kid. This he saw as two options, time out and spanking. He had spanked himself, and was spanked as a very little kid, but his parents did not spank often and had stopped a long time ago. Plus those were not real spankings, just single smacks to his bottom to get his attention, nothing like what he had read about in stories online. One day when he was 15, Alex worked up the courage to mention spanking to his mom in lieu of grounding. She listened to him, but said if he had found a punishment he preferred then she knew her’s was working well enough. If he wanted to experience a spanking, she would be willing to give him a small one though. He turned that down, blushing, and only wished. ………….. After the reception ended, it was time for everyone to head home. His dad picked him up this time, about halfway they stopped and ate dinner at a Chili’s! One of his and his Dad’s favorites. Alex got asked “if he was going to like the school, or join any clubs”? “I for sure like the school, Maybe join a club, but I’m not sure yet.” When they got home it was late so he headed straight upstairs to his room. He dropped his bag on the bed and laid back, suddenly remembering today’s events! His backpack had the thing he had been curious to know more about, the brochure on ‘Regression Club’. He opened it up, expecting to find some pictures, but it was all just text: “Regression Club is a group on campus dedicated to helping students act ‘their age’ while attending school. We help match you with another student(s) who are willing and enjoy regressing others. Those who might be interested: Non-traditional students who want to feel more like a college student Those who need extra guidance like in high school, middle school, or younger grades Those who enjoy juvenile activities Those missing parental discipline Those whom are a little younger at heart If any of these apply to you, consider joining us for the introductory meeting on dorm move in day! We hope to see you there.” There were more details regarding non-traditional students, and extra guidance like assisting in planning homework and study habits. But not much information on real regression. Alex hoped this was still what he was looking for! It must be, after all, it specifically talked about parental discipline! ______ Move in day came, and Alex had his parents help him get everything into his room. His roommate, as it turned out, was the same one he had at orientation! Kyle had already moved in when Alex arrived, he did not bring all that much. Just bed stuff, a few nick nacks, and his computer. Alex had his parents help put up posters, while he went to work setting up his TV, speakers, and PS4. Kyle got excited when he saw this! “Oh sweet! You got 2 controllers?” “Sure do!” As soon as Alex’s parents were on their way, the boys launched a game and played until dinner time. Once they had eaten at the dining hall, Alex found an excuse to head off to his club meeting. The Regression club was meeting in their office, at the student center. It took awhile to find the room, it was kind of out of the way in an upstairs hallway. He opened the door to find a meeting room with chairs lining the wall. He found an open spot, and took a seat. At the center of the room stood a well dressed older college student, his name tag said Mike. He had a nice looking beard, and wavy black hair. He was wearing khaki pants, and a button up shirt. Even his shoes looked very nice. “Hi, welcome. What’s your name?” “Oh…” Alex was a bit worried about everyone knowing who he was, the room was not exceptionally full but it had about 10 people waiting for the talk to start. “My name’s Alex”. “Welcome Alex”, Mike looked down at his clipboard and found the information that Cindy had taken down. “Looks like you're a little too young to be in this meeting Alex, we are having a separate meeting in the room through that door for kiddos your age. Why don’t you head in there?” Alex began to blush, “Oh, um…. ok.” He stood up and walked to the door, he felt like everyone’s eyes were on him but in reality hardly anyone looked up from their phone. Alex grabbed his bag, and headed for the door. What he found inside, well, did not look right. To Alex’s eyes he had just walked into a preschool or daycare. Bins and shelfs ran along the wall’s with toys, the walls themselves were painted bright colors. The floor was regular carpet, except in the corner where a rocking chair sat on the edge of a circle time rug. It was covered in letters and numbers, and looked extremely soft. The rug had 5 students sitting on it, 4 boys and 1 girl. The rocking chair had a woman dressed equally nice as Mike in the previous room, except she was wearing a dress. She spoke in a soft and fun voice. “Is your name Alex?” “Um.. yeah.” “Great, come and sit down on the rug!” Alex walked over, and took a seat. He sat criss cross applesauce, something he had not done in awhile. Looking around he noticed everyone here was his age, or thereabout. “Ok so now that everyone is here I’m going to talk about what type of regression this group is looking for. Once we are done with that, I’ll make sure everyone feels like they are in the right place, and then we will fill out some question’s and paperwork.” “Everyone in this group said they felt like they were 8 years or younger, the youngest age provided was 3, most of you were between 4 and 5. Regression for this age group can go one of two ways. The first is pretty much full time, your big boys and girls when you go to class but the decisions you make while your big affect your little side. So if you misbehave as a big kid, little you has to deal with the consequences. Some of you may choose to wear either a diaper or a pull up during you big kid time, to make you feel little even when you have to do grown up stuff. The other option is regression just for play. When you're grown up day is done, you become your little self, and anything you did as a big kid does not affect your little side.” The woman stopped at this point, and looked around. “Now if anybody feels like this is not something for them, now is a good time to get going. No one is going to judge you, this needs to be a safe environment.” Alex looked around, surprised to see no one got up from the rug. Even more surprising was this being exactly what he longed for. “Alright then everyone, I’m going to pass out a survey. I would like you to take it to a comfy part of the room, and fill it out. Feel free to grab a stuffed friend from the bin to hold while you're working on it. Take your time, don’t feel like you have to rush.” A pin and clipboard were handed to Alex, he got up and walked over to a soft bean bag chair and plopped down. Lucky was in his backpack, so he went ahead and pulled him out and tucked him under an arm before looking at the form. The top had the basics: name, age (real and play age), what dorm you’re living in, room number, phone number, ect. Next was emergency contacts, for that Alex put his Mom and his roommate. Next came allergies, Alex was allergic to peanuts and shellfish, so he put that down. Other questions were: ‘Favorite Kids TV show’? - Paw Patrol ‘Favorite Kids Movie’? - Cars ‘Favorite Food’? - Pizza ‘Favorite Restaurant’? - Chili’s Next the questions started to get a little more personal: 'Do you have sensitive skin’? Alex assumed this was relating to baby wipes. He did sometimes break out when using normal ones so he usually used the sensitive kind from Pampers. He put down yes. ‘Is little you potty trained’? 4 year old Alex was potty trained, but he still liked to wear diapers and pull ups when he could. He made sure to write that part down. ‘Do you wet the bed’? No, how ever he liked to imagine that he did and wanted to wear diapers at night. ‘Will you want your caregiver to help with diaper changes?’ YES! 'Will you want your caregiver to bathe you’? YES! ‘Discipline is required for all littles, but spanking is optional. Will you allow your caregiver to spank your bottom if you misbehave, sometimes on your bare bottom’? Alex was excited here, they would spank him if he wanted them too! YES! ‘Please provide a safe word here:________________. Should you ever feel something has to stop, all you need do is say the safe word. What ever is happening will stop without question, your caregiver will talk to you out of character to confirm your safe and then the 2 of you will determine what to do next, with you having the final say.’ Here Alex was stumped, a safe word, he had never had to do anything like that before. After some thought he settled on Cumquat, never would he imagine saying that for any reason other than as a safe word. Without warning the woman was kneeling in from to him. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe I introduced myself earlier, my name is Beth.” She was kneeling down on Alex’s level in the bean bag chair, taking notice of Lucky stuffed under his arm. “I don’t recognize that one as from the bin, did you bring it from home?” Alex had lost a lot of his fears about all this, he felt at home here. Without shame or hesitation he held out his stuffed dog for her to see. “This is Lucky!, he’s mine.” “Oh how cute, I’m so glad you bought your special friend with you. Do you always have him nearby? “Yep! I like to keep him in my backpack, just in case I need him!” “That’s so cute!” Beth touched Alex’s nose as she said this, causing him to blush slightly. “I’m just checking in with everyone privately about the spanking section of the questioner. I just wanted to make sure you understand that all spankings will be for punishment, not for fun. If it was fun it would not be discipline, you should know that any spanking you get will more than likely be bare bottom, and it will most likely make you cry.” Alex listened, growing more excited the more she spoke. He was blushing hard now, as he said “Yes, that’s ok. Spankings are supposed to hurt right?” “Right indeed!, now I see that you’re all done with the form. I’ll take this, why don’t you run and find some toys to play with quietly while the others finish up.” As Beth walked away with the form, Alex slowly got up from the bean bag chair and looked around the room. There was a big bin marked ‘Lincolin Logs, Alex took it from the wall and sat on the floor. Growing up he had loved to play with these, so he started building a bit of a structure. Using the little short pieces to interlock the side for his log tower that was growing quickly! He made sure to be quiet while he was playing, after all he had just agreed to spanking as a punishment for being naughty. He did not to experience one, but maybe not with all these other people around. Just about everyone was done now, all but one had found some toys and we're playing quietly on their own. When the last person finished, Beth called everyone back to the circle time rug. Alex was close by, so he just crawled over the rug and sat back down on his bottom. He still had Lucky clutched tight under his arm. Now he brought him around and held him in his lap. “Alright everyone, we are just about done for today. I will give these forms to our volunteer care givers and they will decide who will be taking care of who. Please come back tomorrow at the same time to meet them! Before you go we all need to clean up our toys and put them away.” With that everyone got up and put the toys away, it did not take too long as Alex had only been playing for a few minutes. When he was done he helped someone put away some toy cars they had dumped on the floor. “Ok, all done! I look forward to seeing you all tomorrow!” Alex thought about walking back to his dorm with Lucky out in the open, but opted instead to stick him back in his back pack before heading home. When he walked in, Kyle was sitting at his computer playing a game. “How was your club”? “It was good, just getting started today so we did not really do anything”. “Oh hey, I don’t think you mentioned what club you’re joining. Anything fun”? Alex had not thought of what to say if Kyle asked this question, but he gave it some thought and decided to just tell the truth. “Yeah it’s really fun so far, it’s called Regression club”. “Regression club? Oh wait is that like a club for littles or something?” Alex turned beat red, how did Kyle know what regression was? He was hoping that providing just a little bit of detail would satisfy him. “Um……… yeah….. it’s that” “Cool! I should have guessed you were a little, I’m sure your super nervous now, haha, but it’s fine! Just be your self, I don’t care. Just do me a favor and try not to sit in a stinky diaper in here for too long” Kyle winked as he said that, and turned back to his game. He breathed for a second, processing all of this. Never did Alex imagine it would be this easy, maybe he could relax around Kyle after all. He decided to test the waters, might as well know what he can get away with. Alex pulled out a pull up, and a pair of his youngest looking pajamas. They fit tighter like a little kids would, and were super soft. He went around the corner and got dressed where Kyle could not see, but Alex figured he would be able to hear the sounds of the pull up as he put it on. He looked in the mirror at his pajamas, they were blue with the green dino print and green cuffs. He defiantly looked like a little boy, as he walked around the corner Kyle turned around again to see him. “Bed time already little man”? “No not yet! Wanna play some PS4”? “Sure!”, Kyle eyed Alex with excitement. He could see that Alex had a bit of padding under his pajamas. It did not look like a diaper, so he thought maybe it was a goodnite or something similar. Alex looked an awful lot like his younger cousin did when he got dressed for bed, and he wore pull ups, so maybe that was it. Kyle pushed out his chair and caught of glimpse of Alex’s bottom, not near enough padding to be a full on diaper. The PS4 clicked on as too excited boys sat down on the couch. Alex was shocked that he was able to be this open in front of anyone! He felt like a little boy as they booted up Call of Duty, he was really wearing pull ups next to his roommate! Kyle was enjoying this as well, his hunch had panned out. When he first saw that his roommate had a very juvenile stuffed animal, he thought that maybe he was a little younger than he gave on. Kyle was also into ‘little’ stuff, just a bit older. He considered himself to be somewhere between 10 and 12, diffidently too old to be wearing diapers or pull ups normally. That being said when he was that age he would take some from his younger brother to try on, so naturally his little self would occasionally wear diapers but not because he had too. He wanted to tell this to Alex, and would in time. He knew now that Alex was in fact a little boy, and maybe would be open to sharing. After a few matches Kyle saw that Alex was getting a little sleepy, and decided to test the waters himself. “Hey little buddy, I think it’s bed time”. “Oh, no lets keep playing!”, or at least that’s what Kyle managed to make out through Alex’s yawn. “No butt’s, come on we have our first day of classes tomorrow. You should get in bed”. After brushing his teeth, Alex did head to bed. Kyle surprised his roommate by pulling the covers up and over him, tucking him in. “Ok friend, big day tomorrow! Get some shut eye little buddy”. All of this was happening very fast, but it was so nice that it being a little weird went right over Alex’s head. He had just been tucked into bed, he was wearing pull ups and little boy pajamas, while cuddling his favorite stuffed animal. Bliss was not quite enough to describe the feeling. 5 minutes later, Alex was fast asleep. Kyle was looking in Alex’s drawers, looking for a diaper supply he was sure was there. He felt bad for looking through his roommates possessions, but he simply could not wait. He finally found what he was looking for, a stack of pull ups in both boys size. They did not have any patterns on them, just solid grey or blue. But they were super stretchy and felt quite a bit like the real thing. The biggest difference was the padding stopped about halfway up the butt, which made them a little different from kids pull ups. Kyle dropped his pants and boxers, and replaced them with Alex’s pull ups. They felt amazing, super comfortable actually. He decided he would take his chances of getting caught and not wear pants over them. He set an alarm and went to bed, secretly pulling his own stuffed rabbit out from under his covers before falling asleep. ______ Alex was not a bed wetter, but he woke up having to pee really bad. It was 5 AM, he did not have to get up for classes for another 2 hours. Peeing while laying down it difficult, but he tried, and tried, and…tried, to no avail. After about 10 minutes he gave up and got out of bed, and slowly let it out into his pull ups. He had plenty of practice peeing in them while standing up, but had never managed to figure out doing it while lying down. Once he was satisfied that he had not leaked, he climbed back into bed with a nice warm feeling spreading from his crotch towards his bottom. These were excellent at holding smell back for the first 2-3 hours, so Alex was not worried that Kyle would notice. Kyle was still fast asleep in his bed, his pull ups were already wet. He had done the same thing as Alex about an hour prior, except he managed to wet himself while laying down. It had taken awhile and mostly came out in spurts, but with some patience it finally all came out. The boys both laid in wet pull ups when their 7 AM alarm went off, Kyle not wanting Alex to see that he was wearing a pull up waited in bed for Alex to get up. He climbed out of bed and walked around the corner to change. His wet pull up was very visible through his tight pajamas, Kyle took note and smiled. Once Alex was out of sight Kyle popped out of bed and pulled on some shorts, he would change his pull up off once Alex left the room. He could hear the tearing sounds as Alex ripped his pull up off, it was easy to step out of it but he preferred taking it off like a diaper. After quickly wiping himself down, Alex threw on his robe and left the room to shower. He brought his used pull ups with him in a bag to throw out in the bathroom. He was pretty sure Kyle had not noticed him wearing it, so he figured it would be safer to continue to hide it for now. Kyle having the room to himself, climbed off the bed and admired his soaked pull up. What had started as rather thin now sagged and was very full. He found the baby wipes and dropped the garment to the ground, quickly wiped himself clean and then bagged the pull up and threw it in the trash. He figured he was going to tell Alex tonight anyway, so if he finds it he finds it. The boys had their breakfast together before attending their first college classes. Alex ran into his roommate as he stopped by to drop off his books before his club meeting. “Hey Alex, I wanna talk to you about something”. He feared the worse, perhaps he had had a change of heart regarding all the little stuff? Nervously he replied, “um… sure. But I don’t have long I’m supposed to be at a meeting soon”. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk about, or that subject anyway.” Alex had a pit in his stomach. “Last night, I um… I um… well I feel bad about it but I took one of your pull ups…” Alex was red before, now he was burning up. “You…did…?” “Yeah, I know you were trying to hide it… but I um kinda like wearing them and well I’m sorry I took one and I’m really sorry I did not ask your permission first. I hope you can forgive me.” First Alex was worried because now it was for sure, Kyle knew he was wearing pull ups the night before. How ever he also had damn near the best situation he could have dreamed of. Both of them liked wearing diapers. “You know what man, it’s ok! I’m just…. I can’t believe…. I can’t believe my roommate likes diapers too! Are you a little like me?” “Oh not quite like you. I’m a little older I think, like 10-12. It’s kinda like I’m your older brother but I like to try on your diapers. Speaking of which, you don’t happen to have any actual diapers do you?” “Oh yeah I do! Not that many right now though, I’ve only got 4 left at the moment. A lot more pull ups though.” “Oh well I don’t want to take one if you’re low, but could I maybe wear a pull up?” “Yeah, I was gonna put one on before I went to my meeting.” Alex went around the corner and came back with 2 pull ups in hand, throwing one towards Kyle. “Do you want to come with me?” “To Regression club? Oh well, yeah why not!” The boys turned away from each other as they got dressed in their pull ups, shortly they were walking towards the student center. As they entered the room, Mike addressed them both. “Welcome back Alex, and I’m sorry I don’t recall you being here yesterday. What’s your name?” “Oh I’m Kyle, Alex is my roommate. I’m kinda like him.” “How old are you, normally?” “About 10-12” “Ok then, welcome! Alex go ahead and head into the pre school room, Kyle you actually belong out here in this room.” The boys exchanged a glance, not knowing they would be separated. After a moment Alex turned and went into the pre school room. He was earlier than he was yesterday, there was only 2 students in the room. Cindy was sitting in the rocking chair, reading a book to the students sitting on the circle time rug. She glanced up when Alex walked in, and invited him to sit on the rug. “go ahead and get your Lucky out if you’d like!”. She smiled as he took him out of his backpack and sat down in front of her. She was reading a doctor Suss book. He sat and listened for a few minutes, slowly the other 3 students made their way in. Cindy was finishing the book as the last student walked in. She set it to the side, before addressing the group. “Welcome back, I’m glad we did not loose anyone overnight. I’m going to hand out a contract, i’ve already filled in the details you provided on your paperwork last night. Read it over and sign it if you’re ready.” I __________________ agree to allow __________________ + __________________ to act as my caregiver(s) for as long as both parties are willing. They will make decision for me which I must follow. A list of rules will be decided upon between both parties. I enter this contract under the premise that (Check One): My adult decisions will effect my time as a little _____ My time as a little is separate from my adult life _____ I agree that I will wear diapers/pull ups of my caregivers choice, and will allow them to change me. I also agree to not change myself without their permission. I agree that because I am pretending to be a child, I will often be seen naked by my caregivers and sometimes touched on my genitals as part of that care. None of this touching will ever be in a bad or sexual manor, if that occurs this contract is void. I will follow our mutually agreed upon rules, and understand that failure to do so will result in discipline up to and including a spanking on my bare bottom. Clothing decisions are up to my caregivers, except time I spend as an adult. It is my decision if I want to wear diapers while I am an adult, if I choose so section 3 rules apply. I agree to not out any member of regression club, if someone has chosen to keep this part of their life to themselves it is not my place to make that decision for them. When visiting the Regression club, caretakers can take care of me in the same way my regular caretakers can - by changing my diapers and punishing me as necessary. All littles will adhere to a bedtime, mine will be :10:30 PM My room must be kept mostly clean at all times, failure to do so will lead to punishment by my caretakers. I must take care of my own cleanliness as necessary, showering and wearing deodorant as necessary. My safe word is _______________________. Saying this word stops all activity and can only restart after a discussion is had. Print:__________________________________ Signature:______________________________ Date:____________________ Alex liked what he read, so he filled it out and handed it back to Beth. A few minutes later everyone else was done. “Ok, now everyone play for a few minutes. Shortly your caregivers will arrive and will be taking you out to discuss how things will work!” Alex was excited and nervous, butterflies danced in his stomach as he thought about meeting these people so soon. All of this was moving so fast! ______ Out in the other room Kyle had told Mike about himself and everything that had happened so far between himself and Alex. Because they were roommates, a plan formed in Mikes head. He excused himself after their conversation to talk with the chosen caregivers for Alex. Brenda and Chris were huddled in the other corner of the room chatting. Both seniors and an actual couple, they were excited to finally be on this end of the club. It was hard to be chosen as a caregiver, and even better that they would both be able to be the bigs for the same little. “Hey you two, how would you feel about having a second little”? ______ There was a 4’ block tower being constructed in the younger play room by a few of the littles, Alex one of them. Lucky was by his side as he reached up to place a block higher and higher, showing off the waistband of his pull ups in doing so. Mike had snuck up behind him, leaning close to his ear to ask “would it be ok to talk to you for a second” Alex climbed to his feet, before bending over to pick up Lucky as he began to follow Mike to the door of the room. Waiting there was his roommate, who looked a little confused as to why he had been brought into the littles room. “So… being roommates both interested in the club, presents an interesting opportunity for you both. Alex, I’ve talked with your caregivers and they would be ok with having a second little. How would you both feel about having the same caregivers and being brothers?” The boys faces lit up at this proposition, both almost jumping up and down as they said “yes!” “Wonderful boys! Alex for your official age you will be a 4 year old, and Kyle you will be 11. Obviously treatment will be a little age flexible, but this is going to be your starting point. Kyle, you will have the choice of which room you wish to be in when you come to regression club, but for today you need to stay here so your care givers can meet you both at the same time. Alex obviously since your 4 you will be need to stay here in the littles room all the time. As Mike walked away the boys turned to each other, both visibly excited excited. Alex was the first to break the silence, “Want to come play with some cars or something?” It took a bit for Kyle to get comfortable playing, but before long he fit right in. A few minutes later the care givers for the littles snuck into the room. None of the ‘kids’ took any notice, and everyone did take a few minutes to watch them before announcing themselves to their individual littles. Brenda and Chris made their way to the far side of the room where Alex and Kyle were playing, both crawling on the floor pushing some cars around each other. They took notice of Lucky sitting next to Alex, having been told about his stuffed animal by Beth. “Gosh they look cute!” They got down on their level, but did not yet have their attention. Brenda announced themselves, “Hey boys! Having fun”? Brenda was 22, Chris 24 having started college late. Both were moderately fit, but with a healthy amount of weight. Both were currently wearing diapers under their clothes, though they did not show. Caregivers were encouraged to still partake in their ABDL interests but to not show them to their little’s. The idea being that it would be easier to see them as authority figures if they never saw their diapers. Chris spoke up, “boys why don’t you clean up those toys so we can go to dinner? We will talk about how this will all work while we eat.” Kyle and Alex quickly put their toys away, and collected their bags. Alex went to put away Lucky when Chris stoped him. “You know if you want you can carry him to the car, I bet you no one will even notice you have him out.” WIth that Alex took Brenda’s hand as they led the boys out of the room. It was a bit nerve racking but Alex held Lucky under his arm as they walked to the car. It was a Mercedes SUV that Chris had received from his parents. It had a bigger back seat, which would be great for helping to keep little’s feeling little. Alex was led around to the passenger rear seat, and was quite surprised when the door was opened for him. An adult sized toddler style car seat, complete with a paw patrol cover and crotch/shoulder strap seat belt was in front of him. His mouth fell open, astonished at the sight of it. “Why don’t you go ahead and climb in so I can get these straps sized to you?” Alex giggled as he climbed into the car, he could not help but notice that the trunk had a little basket with ABU diapers, wipes and diaper rash cream. The thought crossed his head that he could get his diaper changed in the car! Chris took his backpack and placed it in the trunk while Brenda strapped him into his car seat. Kyle sat down on the driver side next to him, looking just as excited as Alex that such a thing existed let alone was now theirs to use. Soon they were on their way to dinner, their life as brothers had officially begun. ______ Alex immediately recognized the restaurant as one of his favorite, Chili’s! He and his family had always gone to them often as he grew up so this sight brought him comfort. “Stay put for a second so I can unbuckle you”. He tried to open the door to help his new caregivers but found he was unable. Curious, he mentioned it to Brenda as she got him out of his car seat. “I think someone put the child lock on my side of the car”? “Yep! Child lock is diffidently on for your side of the car, It’s not safe to hop out by yourself”. Brenda took his hand again and helped him hop down to the ground. “Did you want to bring your stuffed animal inside, or leave him in the car?” “Um…” Alex went a bit red, shifting back and forth on his feet as he pondered. No one was going to care, and if they did so what, no one knows him here and what does it really matter if they think he’s different. “I think I’ll bring him inside, is that ok?” Chris grabbed his shoulders from behind, gripping them in a comforting way. “Of course it is buddy, now come on lets get some grub” landing a playful swat on his behind to get him moving. This of course revealed the pull up he was wearing, causing him to blush. Chris gave Brenda a knowing look, thinking this will be a fun one. No one was waiting for a table when they entered the restaurant, so the host was on them quickly. “Hi there, how many today”? Alex almost spoke up, being used to eating here all the time on his own. But Chris beat him to the punch. “We have 4 today, and would it be possible to get 2 kids menus? These guys would like to do the activities, but they will be ordering from the adult menu”. The boys blushed hard, but the hostess seemed unfazed. “Oh sure, no problem. Follow me this way please!” Alex and Kyle sat across from each other in a booth towards the back of the restaurant, Chris sat next to Kyle while Brenda sat next to Alex. The boys were effectively trapped in the booth by their caretakers as you would with most young children. The host placed the kids menus in from of them and handed each a pack of crayons. She smiled at Alex when she noticed his stuffed animal tucked under his arm. “Cute doggy” she said with a wink. “Your server’s name is Ted, he should be with you shortly”. “Boys why don’t you play with your menu’s for a few minutes then after we order some food we can chat about things”. Soon the ‘adults’ got to talking about grownup stuff while the boys were occupied with coloring, tick tack toe, and a mini maze that was a little harder to solve than they thought it would be. Soon chips and salsa had been ordered, the boys each had a cup of soda while the adults had iced tea. Food was ordered shortly after, then the subject was broached. “Boys, do either of you currently call your parents mommy or daddy?” Kyle shook his head no, but Alex spoke up. “well i normally call them mom and dad, but sometimes mommy slips out. But not normally…” “Well that’s fine, we were thinking that if you are both comfortable you could call us Mommy and Daddy. We want you to think of us different than your parents, but are really hoping that we could have the dynamic of parents and kids. How do you two feel about that?” The boys smiled, and shook their heads yes. “um yeah!”, and “That should be ok” blended together as they both spoke at the same time. “Well great, we are both very happy to hear that. From now on please call us Mommy and Daddy then. Now your mommy is going to go over a few ideas we have for your room.” “So boys, you being roommates opens up an awesome possibility, how would you feel about us turning your room into a kids room?” Both boys smiled big, shaking their heads yes. “We were thinking that we could go pick out some new bedspreads and sheets, and Alex we need to pick up a bed rail for your bed so you don’t fall out at night. Also your dorm room should have a dresser, as it turns out it is the perfect length to turn into a changing table so we will pick up some memory foam and cloth to cover it as a changing surface. Over the next week or two we will start buying some toys to put in your room as well, and we will need to pick out a hairbrush for each of you.” Alex got nervous, sheepishly he asked: “Hairbrush?” “Yep, for your spankings. Daddy will talk about that in a bit so don’t get too worried. That only happens if you’re especially naughty… and maybe tonight.” Alex had a pit drop in his stomach, a spanking so soon! Mommy how ever pressed on, “Your dorm does not have a bath tub, just communal showers down the hall. So that means we can’t give you bath time there. Most days you will just shower, but sometimes you can get a bath at our apartment which is about 5 minutes drive from you. I’m sure you guys will sleep over at some point, we can put you in sleeping bags in the living room for a movie night, or even just drive you back to your dorm after your ready for bed.” “Speaking of which, bed time will be at 10:30, one of us will be there every night to get you ready for bed and get you both tucked in. We will try to do story time every night, even if you got in trouble. Know that we will be putting a web based baby cam in your room, if you’re caught out of bed after bed time and don’t have a good reason for it that will be an automatic spanking.” “Alex, you will wear a diaper to bed every night and will not be allowed to take it off until the morning. Kyle, right now we are planning on putting you to bed in pull ups. Is that what you want to sleep in or would you prefer to wear a diaper?” “Um… I guess I would like to wear pull ups most nights. Am I allowed to get up and go potty if I am wearing a pull up?” “Yes, how ever a diaper will have the same rules as Alex. You can’t take it off until morning, but we will let you choose each night what you want to wear. Pajamas are going to be required for night time, we will order you some really cute ones from Leveret. They have tight kid style ones in your size with awesome prints.” Alex already opening a few pairs of those pajamas, got rather excited proclaiming “I love the ones I have, they make me feel so little!” Saying that last part just a bit too loudly, only the waitress noticed and giggled a bit from across the room. “Day time while you are a little Alex will need to wear pull ups or cloth training pants. Know if we are going for a longer drive in the car or seeing a movie we will most likely just throw you in a diaper to make life easier. Kyle will wear big boy undies most of the time, if you want to wear a diaper or your night time pull ups during the day you can ask and Daddy or I will decide if that’s ok. Alex, do you want to wear pull ups all the time or just when you are little?” “I…. I think I want to wear them all the time, even when I’m not little right then. I guess I kind of always want to be little, and only be big when I have to. Like I just want to be reminded that I’m still little even when I’m having to do grown up stuff like going to class.” “That’s just fine too, if you’re going to wear pull ups full time we will take your underwear out of your drawer and replace them with your pull ups. All those undies can get kept at our place in case you need them back. Diapers will be in a basket next to your changing table along with your wipes/powder/cream and all that stuff. We will have to get you a diaper genie as well.” Alex was getting a little nervous with the talk of all these purchases, it all sounded so expensive! “I don’t know if I have enough money to pay for all this, so um… maybe we just take it slow?” “Oh baby!” Mommy leaned in giving him a 1 armed hug from the side, “you don’t have to pay for any of this! The club has a large amount of student fees allocated to pay for all your diapers and pull ups. Daddy and I get a good bit of money from his parents and being care takers we get a small stipend from the club for taking care of you. We will use that money combined to pay for the rest of it”. “Really!” Alex was bouncing in his seat at this point, clutching Lucky to his chest. Just then their food arrived. Alex placed lucky next to him and starting inhaling into his burger before all the rest of the food had even been set down. “Yes really, gosh don’t be afraid to slow down champ!” said Chris, as he laughed to himself. The next few minutes no conversation was had about the arrangement, instead everyone enjoyed their meals. “Food must taste good huh boys? Once we all finish eating we will go over the last of the details before we take you guys to the store, ok?” As they finished their meals, Chris began to talk about different punishments they may have to receive. “The first option will usually be a time out, those are easy for us to give you anywhere. You might get put in the corner or just made to sit down in a boring place with nothing to do so you can calm down or think about why you’re in trouble. Grounding may happen for bad grades on projects or tests, for those we will take away gaming systems or not let you watch TV or go out and have fun until the grade comes up. Spankings will be mostly done in your dorm room or in our apartment so you will likely see each other get spanked. If you get one in public. it will be in the car or another simi private place. They will always be on your bare bottom over one of our laps, laying on your bed with your bottom pushed up with pillows, or on your chaining table in the diaper position. That’s when I or your mommy lifts your legs like we are going to change you but instead spank your bottom. Now have either of you been given a real spanking before?” Both boys shook their heads no, liking what they heard but getting a little nervous. “Ok, so I’m going to offer you both to get a spanking tonight. It won’t be the easiest spanking we will ever give you, nor will it be the hardest one you will get. Think of it as an example spanking so you know what to expect if you get into trouble. I’m guessing both of you have always kind of wanted to know what it felt like or even craved getting one, so what do you say?” Kyle spoke up first, “I um, yeah ok tonight…” It took a moment later for Alex to decide, before saying “yes, I’ll get a spanking but can I hold onto Lucky for it?” “Yes, because this is just an example spanking I’ll let you hold him for this one ok? For a punishment spanking I don’t think we will let you have him until after it’s over with. Deal?” “Oh, I guess that’s fair” While Daddy had been explaining discipline to the boys, Mommy used the Ziosk on the table to pay for their meal. “If we are all done why don’t we get going.” At this point it was about 7 PM, so they only had three and a half hours until the boys needed to be in bed. ______ Back in the car Alex was strapped into his car seat watching the road go by, as the pulled into the mall. They walked inside and searched for a few minutes before stumbling across Pottery Barn kids, “I think this will be perfect for you two.” A little bit of searching yielded some younger looking sheets for Kyle and some toddler sheets for Alex. One set had cars on them and the other were cartoon toys. Bed spreads were picked out as well with some down comforters for each of their beds. Mommy decided that these should match as it would be rather cute. A memory foam pad was picked out to act as the changing table pad, Brenda said “I’ll pick out some cute fabric to make a cover for it in the next few days. For now just the pad and a towel will have to do”. After this stop the four found their way to Target, where they picked up a diaper genie, a basket for diaper supplies, a big box of baby wipes and a fold away bed rail so Alex would have a more toddler style bed. For being good in the store each got to pick out a toy to buy, both picked out a lego set they could build and then play with. After checking out, they all climbed into the car and headed towards the boys dorm building. They were a little nervous about carrying in all the baby stuff but Brenda said not to worry, no one would care or notice. They stopped by the front desk on the way to their room, and Daddy talked to the person behind it. “Hi there, my name is Chris and this is Brenda. The regression club should have sent over an email requesting keys for these boys rooms so we can have access”. “Oh yes they must be Alex and Kyle, boys you just need to sign this paper saying your caregivers have permission to obtain a key. and if you two could fill out this contact sheet for me. You will be who we call if there is a noise complaint or other problem with them in the room”. The boys signed the paper, blushing while doing it as they realized the front desk must know exactly how this whole thing worked. But after everything else today a few people knowing about their situation seemed like nothing to worry about. The front desk handed a set of keys to Brenda and Chris before turning to the boys, “Ok all set, behave you two.” “Oh they will, but there may be a bit of noise in the next few minutes, bit of an example to set.” The front desk looked unfazed, “No worries, just have that taken care of before quiet time at 10 PM please.” The new family made their way towards the boys room, opening it to find it much cleaner they Brenda and Chris had imagined it would be. They had an hour till quiet time started so the first half hour was put to use making up the room. The dresser was cleared off and the memory foam pad was laid down. Chris used his knife to cut the pad to size, while leaving some room at the top for basket of supplies to sit. The boys opened up the diaper genie and put it at the foot of the new changing table, while Brenda opened up Alex’s new bed rail. All of them together worked to make the beds with the new comforters, it was decided that the sheets should be washed first before they used them, so the old set remained for now. They made quick work of everything, and come 9:30 it came time for something the boys were dreading but somewhat looking forward to. Chris announced that it was time for the boys to get their spankings, “do either of you need to go potty before we start?” “Um…” “How about you both go try to use the potty just in case, come back quickly so we can get started”. Both boys walked quickly down the hall to the bathroom, and found they were able to go pee. After washing their hands and being extra careful to get every last bit of their hands dry, they eventually had to make their way back to their room. When they entered Brenda was sitting at the center of Alex’s bed, and Chris was sitting in the center of Kyle’s bed. They stopped just after they entered the room and the door shut behind them. “Kyle you go stand in front of Daddy, Alex come stand in front of me.” The boys walked into position while their Mommy kept talking. “We think it would be unfair to make one of you wait while the other goes first so you will both get your spankings at the same time. Until we pick out your hairbrushes or other spanking implement Mommy and Daddy have brought our own to use for tonight.” Chris and Brenda gave each other a knowing glance as they simultaneously unbuckled the boys jeans and pulled them down to their knees. When they let go they fell to the boys ankles, leaving them standing there showing off their pull ups. The pull ups were ripped off instead of just pulled down, then tossed to the side. Each boy was led over the lap of their caretaker, which because of the height of their beds made it so they had no way of touching the ground. Chris spoke up loud enough for both of the boys to hear. “Your spankings are going to make you squirm and most likely kick your legs. Please don’t try to get off our laps during the spanking, as we are not strong enough to hold you in place. Know that it’s ok to cry, we are going to spank you to your limit, and then push you past it. A true spanking starts once you really want it to stop, thats when the lesson starts to take effect. With that, let’s get started.” Mommy handed Alex his stuffed Lucky, which he held to his chest close to his face as his and his roommates spankings began. There was no build up, it was fire from the first smack. Both boys began yelping a bit after three or four smacks, about 30 seconds in their cheeks were pink at both ends. Alex was the first to start squirming but Kyle was the first to begin crying at about 4 minutes in. After 8 minutes both boys were crying and asking for the spanking to stop, for the last two minutes of their spanking Chris and Brenda stepped up their spanking speed to drive the point home. Both boys were kicking their feet, crying and begging through snotty noses to make it stop. When it was all over Lucky was a bit wet from all the crying Alex had done while clutching him to his face. The caretakers set their hairbrushes down and stood both boys up, taking them into a loving embrace and rubbing their backs. “There there, all done! Good job buddy.” During this hug each boy was doing a spanking dance hopping between feet with an intense pain in their bottom. After a moment each ‘parent’ pulled their boy up onto the bed and sat them next to them, holding them for a moment. After they had calmed down, Brenda spoke up. “Ok guys, that’s a spanking, quite a bit huh?” Both boys nodded their heads, “I would like both of you to finish getting undressed so you can go take a shower. After that Mommy and Daddy will get you ready for bed and read you a story, ok?” Both boys muttered, still slightly blubbering “ok”. They hopped off the their beds and stepped out of their pants leaving them on the floor. Shirts were next, a moment later both figured they should probably put them into a hamper less risk any more punishment. Once each had a robe on they grabbed all their shower supplies before heading to the bathroom down the hall. The walk took them past the front desk, the student staffing it was still the same as before. She noticed their tear soaked faces and smiled at the thought of each of them wriggling over a lap, thinking to her self ‘I’ll need to spank them at some point I suppose’. Showering did not take long, as neither wanted to spend too much time with the hot water running over their bottom. The did take some time to gawk at each others bottoms before stepping into the privacy of their shower stall. Both bottoms were somehow bright red while not bruised at all, these two really knew how to give a spanking! A few minutes later both were dried off and heading back to their door room, they walked in to find the changing table had been stocked with supplies. “Alex why don’t you come over here and hop on up”. He crawled onto the pad after taking off his robe, and laid on his back. His bottom kinda hurt when it landed on the rough towel, causing him to wince slightly. Mommy came over and started prepping a diaper, opening it up before asking Alex to lift his legs. Daddy had come over as well to help, grabbing his feet and lifting them up while mommy placed the diaper underneath his bottom. Never in his life since he was a child had he felt as small as he did now. Rash cream was applied to his bottom and groin before Daddy lowered him onto the diaper, then some baby powder was sprinkled across his privates and the inside of the diaper. As it was was then pulled up between his legs and quickly taped into place. He thought he’d never been able to get his diapers this secure, it felt wonderful! “Ok buddy, hop on down and lets get you in some PJ’s!” As he hoped down Mommy continued, “I found your pajamas, glad to be able to start using them right away. I think the dinosaurs would be fun for tonight, so step in.” Alex put his feet one at a time through the leg holes of his pajamas before Brenda pulled them up his legs and finally over his diaper. The pajamas did nothing to hide the fact of what he was wearing, but that was not really a problem. “Ok, arms up!” Alex was in heaven as his new mommy pulled his pajama top down over his head, dressing him for bed. During this time Alex had been put in his pull ups, and also helped into a pair of Alex’s pajamas. They were similar enough in size that he had no trouble fitting into them. His pair of pajamas were covered in space ships, and were mostly black with white print on them. When they were both dressed Alex noticed a chart that had been placed on the wall over the changing table. It looked like a child’s bedwetting chart, and after a moment realized it was not out of place in his new room. “Hey Mommy, what’s this for?” He asked as he waddled over and pointed. “Oh right, I almost forgot to tell you about this chart! How silly of me, so, at least for this next week your Daddy or I will be coming over to wake you up and get you both ready to go to school. Because you are supposed to be a bedwetter we are going to track when you’re wet and when you’re dry, after awhile we won’t need to track it because your diaper should be wet every night. This is kind of like a reverse bedwetting chart, because we want you to wake up wet. For this next week your diaper will need to be wet every morning at least 5/7 times. If you have too many dry mornings in a week you can expect a spanking before heading to class, and to get you started your diaper will need to be wet tomorrow morning or you will get a spanking before going to class. Got it?” “Yes mommy!” “Good now both of you go brush your teeth, then you can snuggle around daddy on Alex’s bed so he can read you a good night story” Once Chris started reading both boys ended up with their heads on Chris’s shoulders, almost asleep halfway through the book. Brenda could not help but snap a picture on her phone to give to them later. Once the book was done everyone hopped off of Alex’s bed so he could crawl under the covers, crinkling as he did so. Mommy tucked him in pulling the sheets up over him and playing a moment with lucky pretending to give him good night kisses, before landing one herself on his forehead. Daddy tucked in Kyle before doing the same, and asking him if he had a stuffed animal hidden anywhere he wanted to sleep with. Kyle told his Daddy that he had a stuffed rabbit under his bed, Chris grabbed it and handed it to him. “No need to hide that anymore, ok?” The boy nodded, accepting that he could now let all this out just like Alex was doing. As they started to sneak out after opening the door, Mommy called back saying “Remember Alex, wet diaper in the morning and Kyle if you do wet your pull up know that if it leaks you won’t have a choice about wearing a diaper tomorrow night. Sleep well little boys, Mommy and Daddy love you!” The lights shut off, the door closed, and within minutes both boys were fast asleep. ___________________________________ End of Part 1

Preamble My name now is Samantha Smith; could you think of a less inspired name to give someone living in the suburbs? I mean seriously, what were they thinking? It was not the name I was born with, but it was the name I was given when I came to this country in 1996. Prior to that I was Biserka Kasun. Now, I am Sam. I don’t like to remember my life prior to living here, it makes me sad; and I remember bad things. I choose not to remember as often as I can, but sometimes the memories are like water in a cup, they runneth over and I can’t help but remember, and that makes me sad. My Mum is very good at helping me with my memories, we have all sorts of techniques to drive them and the ghosts they summon away. We use a method called memory substitution, which means that when I begin to remember the bad times, I actively steer my brain into remembering something else. My doctor says that it is like driving a car; and swerving to avoid a hazard in the road. It works okay, but sometimes I can’t, and I remember. Maybe someday, I will be able to remember with out being sad, but now it is easier to avoid it. What I am about to write today is as much for me as it is for you, I am going to tell you about myself as much as I feel comfortable doing. Hopefully it will tell you about what I am able to do, and what I am able to overcome. I came to this country in 1996, I was a broken creature, I didn’t speak English, and I was scared. I was adopted by my Mum, Doreen Smith. She moved Heaven and earth to bring me here, and although I was not grateful then, I am more than grateful now. I was adopted out of a Red Cross orphanage when I was 14 years old. It was 1996 and the war had just ended. It was awful, my world as I had known it was shattered. I woke up in hospital, I didn’t know what happened to my family, I didn’t know where my village was, I didn’t know where I was. All I did know is that I was lost, and I was alone. Chapter 1 I awoke to babble, complete and total nonsensical babble, later I was to learn this babble, but for now it was babble. There were people walking around, people shouting, people crying, it looked like utter chaos. After what seemed like an eternity, a woman walked up to my bed and spoke to me in a language I understood. “Како се осећаш?" How are you feeling? In fairness I hadn’t been giving that any attention, now that I thought about it, I hurt. It was an everything all-over hurt. The kind you get when you combine years of living rough, not enough food, and an explosion. There was kindness in her eyes, but I had seen kind eyes turn to razors before, I did not trust her. “Добро...” Okay… (For ease of writing I am now going to switch over entirely to English) She appeared surprised by my calm answer, she pressed on. “Do you hurt anywhere? You very hurt when you were brought in to us, we had to fight to keep you alive.” “What…what happened?” “There was an explosion, you were caught in the blast and you must’ve hit your head, you have been in and out of consciousness for a week, we had to do emergency surgery when you were brought in, you had severe internal injuries, and have several broken bones.” I remember the explosion, or rather I remember the moment of the explosion, we were celebrating a victory. “Where am I?” She was speaking, but not like a native, like someone who learned how to speak, as an adult, her phrasing was clumsy, although her words were correct, they were wrong at the same time. “You are at the Red Cross hospital in Sarajevo” Sarajevo!? This was the land of the enemy, of the hated Bosnian. I guess I was starting to look agitated, because the woman was telling me to calm down. I decided to obey, I needed to plan my escape back, to continue the fight. I needed to heal, and make good my escape, playing a docile patient seemed like a good way. “Okay” I said as meek as you please, “I’ll calm down”. “Good, now I have some questions for you, if you feel up to it.” I didn’t, but playing along would help me build trust. “Okay” She started out simple, name (I lied), place of birth (I lied) age… “I am 13” “Your family?” “They are all gone” “Oh… everyone?” “Yes” I turned on the waterworks a bit here to sink the point home. She stopped her questioning at my tears, and looked at me. I looked back, she was looking at me like she knew something, something about me. We held this standoff until she finally broke the stillness. “We are well aware of who you are Biserka, we know where you came from, and we know what you have done.” It was at this point I realised that I must have hit my head harder than I thought, because we were not speaking Serbian my native tounge, we were speaking Bosnian. I must have had a stunned look on my bruised face, I mean I followed the steps I was trained to follow, I told them the lies I recited, I followed my training exactly! It was not enough. I moved my right arm, and noticed that I was attached to the bed, I was in handcuffs, the game was over. My name is Biserka Kasun, I am 13 years old and I am a war criminal. Prior to this, I was a successful soldier, my doe eyes, small figure, and skills with language made me a skilled infiltrator. I spoke Bosnian, I spoke Croation, and of course I spoke Serbian. I would walk around, and look at stuff. Sometime I would leave them a grenade. It depended on the day. That was when I was a child. Now that I am older, I am given more responsibility. I was given training on how to shoot, and shoot I did. But not the UN men at first, first it was just the dirty Bosnians. They were not people, they were less. I had been taught this, and I was a very good student. So, I shoot. Men mostly, sometimes women, sometimes children. It doesn’t matter, what does matter is that I am doing a good job, and that my Papa is proud of me. Then it all changed. The UN men were advancing, the Bosians were advancing, we Serbs, we proud Serbs were retreating. We made them pay for the ground with blood. They payed us back, with mortars. Sometime during our long retreat I became famous, my name was known and spoken of with equal parts fear and disgust. I was able to stay, stay behind and hold ground to cover the retreat of my Papa and his men. I fired upon the column of UN men. Their blue hats sure are easy to spot. Some of them fall by my hand. Then warmth a warmth blossomed in front of me and blackness surrounds. I awoke to babble. Chapter Two After a positive identity had been made of me, things started to move rather quickly. I was going to be in recovery for some time. The extent of my internal damage was not yet totally known. They knew that they had stopped the haemorrhaging, but they were unsure of any long-term prognosis. What was known for certain, is that I was going to remain in custody. I was wanted by the Hague, and they are not an organization that hold or releases people on a whim. It takes some serious doing to get any traction with them. So, that is that. I am in custody, and I am still recovering. The Red Cross doctors and nurses, will have my undying gratitude. Yes, I was a war criminal, but to their credit, I was like any of the scores of wounded people around me. Just a person needing care. I am not going to bore you with the details of my care under the Red Cross. Suffice to say, that they took care of me and helped me heal. What I will talk about is what happened after I was discharged from hospital and taken for questioning. Once again the U.N. forces are to be commended on my treatment, I was not abused, even though as a de-facto terrorist, I had no legitimate legal standing under the Geneva convention. I was well treated, my ongoing medical needs were met promptly, I had access to facilities to bathe, I had (for the first time in many, many years) a bed. It was like Heaven. I am not trying to make it sound like it was all sunshine and rainbows, I was still a detainee after all. I was handcuffed for transports, I was supervised at all times, but it was a very comfy detainment. During this time, I was healing, I was being (as I would later learn) deprogrammed from the doctrine of hate. Hate that had been drilled into me by my Father and all his cronies. I learned that I was the monster, I was the subhuman, not because of my race or my religion, but because of my actions. It was a terrifying conclusion to reach about myself. It was the true beginning of my mental healing. Several months after being wounded, I am left with several grim reminders of the war and the explosion that ended my war. I have some scarring on my ribs from shrapnel, a milky weal of a burn on my upper arm, some lash marks between my shoulder blades (my Father gave me those), and a bullet scar under my right collar bone (I don’t know where that came from, but it is there). Not to mention the scars from the surgeries -which are extensive- but not as fun to talk about. The only lingering side-effects from being blown up are all minor, all save one. I have post concussion disorder, means I get wicked bad headaches from time to time. They can be triggered by bright lights, or sustained high Hz noises. I have some minor nerve damage which causes me to have a pronounced limp. The big one, the one that is not at all a gentle minor reminder of my dance with an exothermic reaction is that I am incontinent. For those of you who are not aware of that incontinence is let me explain. Incontinence is the inability of one to control the flow of urine or faeces. Put in the crudest terms I can think of: I piss and shit myself on the regular. It sucks. I mean, I am not missing a limb (which is more debilitating in my mind), but needing to wear diapers again carries with it a stigma, a shame. I am unable to feel myself urinating, it just happens. The only hint I get that I have peed is I feel the blossoming of warmth in my diaper. Messing is a bit different, I can’t control it, but I at least know that it is coming. It is unpleasant, but it is a reality that I have learned to cope with. But back to the story: I was a detainee, it sucked learning about my conditions, and the limitations that they imposed on me, but I was alive. I was questioned, frequently, over and over, again and again. One day the interviewer said something that will forever stick in my mind. “What are you doing still playing defence for your Father, if he truly cared about you and your well-being, he would never had subjected you to such rigorous indoctrination. Your Father is a monster, he took his daughter, and created a weapon in her place.” Maybe I was worn down after all the interviews, maybe I was being manipulated yet again, what ever it was his statement struck a chord in me. He was right, after all of the deprogramming, I had to come to grips with the fact that I was alone, and I was a prisoner. He had left me there, left me there to hold the line so he could make good his escape. It was at that moment I decided to tell all. No more stonewalling, no more deflecting, no more bullshit. I told. The results from my tell-all were revolutionary to the interviewer. I told them everything, from tactics (which they knew anyway), to weapons caches, to what I new of future plans. Suffice to say it was earth shattering for the intelligence people to have such knowledge come from a broken damaged little girl. When the time for my tribunal was upon me, I was nervous. Here I am, a 13 year-old girl in diapers, on trial for war crimes. My defence counsel was on my side the whole way, I cooperated with authorities, and the information I had given up led to seizures, arrests and a reduction in harm to all concerned parties. A deal was struck, and I was released. Now released is a bit of a misnomer in this case, I was still a minor, what to do with me? There was talk of repatriation, but that was swiftly shut down. I had informed. If my Father or any of his ilk were to gain knowledge of my whereabouts, I was dead. It was decided that I would be adopted out to a Western family. That was a hard sell, I am damaged goods, plus I wanted to stay. My opinion was to let me go and be done with me, but as a minor my words on my future were given very little weight. Then my rescuer appeared, she was a Red Cross nurse who had worked in the refugee camps. She spoke my language, and she spoke English. A story was concocted that I was an orphan from said camps, and the she took pity on me and decided to take me home with her. Blah blah, emotional tripe. Summed up, she adopted me and brought me with her back to Canada. A country I had no heard of before, to a town I had not heard of, speaking a language I did not know. At the time I hated her, I wanted to go home. Many years later, I now feel gratitude and appreciation for what she did. Chapter 3 I arrived in what was to be my new country feeling a feeling that I had long thought lost to me; fear. I was not alone, my new mother Doreen was with me. In the orphanage, I had turned 14. Although I was now a teenager good and proper, I felt like a scared little girl. The flight was my first experience on a plane, my first airport, my first time going anywhere outside of my country (at least while conscious). I had been practicing my English, and although I was not fluent, I was able to make my needs known. Thankfully Doreen spoke Serbian, and we mainly conversed in my mother tongue. Deplaning, we made our way out into the concourse, while walking Doreen asked me in English. “How are you doing?” I, misunderstanding her question answered in a flurry of Serbian. “How should I be doing?? I have been taken from my home into a country that is not my own, with a person who is no kin to me, authored by an organization that I do not trust? Really you dare ask me that!?” Her eyes got sad, and she answered in English. “That is not what I was talking about.” Switching to Serbian “I was trying to be discreet, but how is your diaper? Do you need to change?” I am sure I blushed a million shades of red at that point. Truth be known, I was not sure how my diaper was, being unaware of when I go does not make me a good arbiter of the state of my diapers. I gave my crotch a cup, in a very unladylike fashion I must say. “I am pretty wet, I think. I should change.” The method I used to check my diaper was not at all subtle and had people been looking at me I am sure would have caused a scene. But Doreen to her credit did not chide me for my obvious diaper check, she just nodded and led me by the hand to the lady’s washroom. “Do you need a hand, or do you think you can manage it on your own?” The words slipped from her mouth, and I am very glad that they were not said in English, all the same I am sure I blushed beetroot. “I can manage it, I think.” I walked into the open stall and closed the door behind me. Lowering my pants, I assessed the extent of the damage. My diaper was swollen, and after unsnapping the onesie I wore, it sagged pretty much down to my knees. I looked at my diaper, and I was saddened that this had become my life. But, this was no time to reflect on my situation, I got down to the business of changing. There are certain noises that wearing and changing a diaper makes, rustling, etc. The worst sound, the sound that announces to the entire world what I am doing is the sound of tapes being removed, and replaced. Any women who has changed a diaper can recognize that sound from a mile off. I removed my sodden diaper, grateful that it was only wet. That will change soon enough I guess, but as it is a public change, I am just glad that I didn’t stink. Having done that I wiped myself down, and got my new underwear ready to go. A few well-placed Serbian curses later, I was changed, and feeling dry. I balled up the old diaper, and replaced my pants. Exiting the stall, I saw a woman about the same age as Doreen give me a funny look. I just looked back at her, hard. It is none of her business what I was doing, and she should not concern herself with it. It is an attitude I cultivated in the orphanage, and it is the attitude I practice to this day. Yes, I was changing my diaper, and no I am not ashamed by that. It keeps me as positive as I can be about the whole situation. Leaving the bathroom, I spot Doreen and I rejoin her, we make our way out of the terminal, and get into a taxi. Soon we are on our way to Doreen’s (and now my) house. Arriving at a rural road crossing we get out of the cab at Doreen’s suggestion to walk the rest of the way. I acquiesce, after all this sitting it will be nice to stretch my legs.

So, back to being 100% urinary incontinent. Its been just over 2 weeks. Was on my longest streak of pretty good control for nearly a year. Some short lived control or urge issues. Thought things were improving. Had 2 nights of minor bed wetting. Then woke one morning complete loss of urinary control. No back issues. No muscle spams. Just nope. Urinary system decided I get no say in the matter. I've been here before. A while ago I thought it was permanent but things improved. And just as suddenly, back in diapers, back in the groove. Urology appointment in January. - That's the earliest I could get. Of course that wil be useless. I'm so over all the emotional bullshit. It just is what it is. I was enjoying having spare cash not having to buy so many cases of diapers. I was actually thinking about changing my HSA allocation. Glad I didn't. Nothing much else to say. At this point it isn't even an inconvenience anymore. Diapers are so good an comfortable, "accidents" are not an issue. Buy by they case. Diaper in the morning, noon, sometimes evening and before bed. Shower twice a day. Sometimes minor leak at night, no biggie. I see all the comments about how hard it is for the wannabes to wear diaper it is laughable. So much seriousness. It is quite funny actually. Your perspective certainly changes when you must wear them - for real and not some punishment fantasy. These days who really cares what your freak is? In some strange way, it helps to know that someone out there actually fantasizes about getting into my situation.

I've gotten 3 calls from the Social Security Administration. Apparently my card has been cancelled and there is an arrest warrant out for me? I'm wondering why they are using robot calls to tell me I'm being arrested.

Hi Susie, and welcome to DD. Always nice to see new people here. There’s lots of good likeminded people here too. I know you’ll have a fun time visiting whenever you can. Sorry about your wetting, but if you can make it fun, why not? So, relax, have fun, and enjoy! Hope to be seeing you round.

That is one very nice looking plastic pant it looks soft and very authentic. Personally I like snug fitting pants and this one seems to have it all. Lucky you.

RL has a way of getting in the way, lets hope that Mamabug comes back soon

old babysitter?Or maybe a college friend?

Very good so far. I wonder who Sally is?

I was sitting at my home when the phone rang. "Hello" I said. "Is Matthew Green there?" "Speaking," I said sounding unsure. This is the Taggart County Unemplyment Center, how are you doing today?" "I'm doing fantastic!" "Sir, the reason we called is that we would like to see if we can find you a better job. Those of you that were Unemployed because of the closure of the Randall Lumber Mill here in Taggart we have a grant to test you to see if maybe we can find out strengths in other areas. We test knowledge, dexterity, just hone in on what your good at and maybe find you a job in a related field, or find out your smarter and maybe get you a job in a completely different field. We have next Tuesaday at 830 am or Friday around 1 pm, which would be better for you?" "Probably the Friday one I had to move home to Safe Haven, I had to get rid of my home there in Taggart. I didn't want it foreclosed upon!" "Understood! The lady said we will see you Friday at 1pm then." I went over and talked to Mrs. Perkins. I explained my situation and that I either needed to take the day off or I would have to take Christine with me. "That's fine with me I never told you, you couldn't take Christine on an outing! As long as she is diapered and spanked when she wets herself, I don't see a reason why she couldn't go to Taggart!" "Thank you, thank you!" I said "Just dont tell Christine that she is going anywhere. When you get there make sure she visits her old friend Sally, just don't tell her she is going to Sally's I want her to be surprised! The rest of the week I enjoyed Christine's company. I was doing as grandma asked I beat her butt every morning and afternoon after her nap. I was keeping her bottom permantly red. Though I did use lotion to ease the pain Christine was very thankful. I usually got a kiss on the cheek after soothing her rump with the lotion. Grandma never said I couldn't! Friday came I had beat her bottom for her overnight wet bed. I bathed her and soothed her cheeks with the lotion. She was surprised that I started to rediaper her. "What's this for?" She asked. "We're going on an outing. I said. I saw he face light up! "Where to the Park?" She asked me? "Nope, no park, it's a surprise!" "Shopping?" She asked? "No, not Shopping! It's a surprise! I was sure she was going to wet her diapers just from the sheer excitment. I had to admit, with the excitement I was feeling off her. I got a glimpse in my mind of a daddy with his little girl, just the joy of a daddy daughter outing! She just was like that little girl. Only about 21 years older! I walked her out to my truck I had her diaper bag. There would be no mistaking it for anything other than a diaper bag! I put it in the truck first then I got her in and made sure to buckle her up. I got in and did my seatbelt and we were off to Taggart it was just 9:30 am at 10:45 am we pulled into Taggart there was a lumber store that I got some lumber at I put into the bed of my truck. We also went to the mattress store they had a twin mattress it was covered in a thick rubber coating I had another surprise for my little girl. I asked her what she wanted for lunch? "Pizza!" She said very excitedly. I knew just the place to go they had a lunchtime pizza buffet. That had Salad, pizza and a pasta usually Mac and cheese. When I had days off during the week I used to go there. They also had games and prizes. I got her and I, a lunch buffet and drinks. Like a normal kid. She was eating her pizza and salad, but she had one eye on the game's the whole time. The flashing lights, and the noises they made had every kid in the place doing the same thing. I did have to remind her that she needed to watch her coke intake. I reminded her I didn't want to have to change her and spank her in the parking lot! I saw her blush, her response kind of did shock me! "Okay daddy!"

I've wet the bed (and also been almost fully incontinent in the daytime) since I was a kid, due to an accident which caused severe and irreversible spinal injury. The journey has at times been difficult, but I've learned to enjoy my nappies and the overall feeling of security they provide. I've also learned to manage my bedwetting fairly well over the last 30 or so years by trial and error. It's become such an ingrained part of my bedtime routine that on occasions where i've been catheterized in hospital, the lack of a nappy has felt foreign and resulted in a sleepless night, as something just didn't feel "right". Luckily enough the nurses have always been obliging in swapping the catheter for a nappy. I was always in disposables as a kid and through my teenage years, only trying cloth later in life. As it happens, whilst cloth do provide excellent coverage (as I'm a side-sleeper, disposables would often leak on me), they never had sufficient absorbency (no matter how many layers), given that I'm a fairly large guy, who either doesn't produce ADH (Antidiuretic hormone), or it is ineffective, I can (and usually do) wet a LOT (like 5+ liters) in a night. As an adult, I've found a combination of disposables, boosters and rubber pants which pretty much guarantee no leaks, which has been a huge relief and reduced the anxiety of bedtime quite a bit. I'm actually glad I came to enjoy wearing nappies, as otherwise life would be a real drag (even now that I like them, there are times when it's not all that convenient). Nonetheless, even if by some magic and witchcraft (or a new medical procedure), I was able to sleep without wetting, I don't think I'd be able to sleep without my nappies, as their soft, nurturing and secure feeling helps me to drift off to sleep, knowing I'm safe.

Very sorry about this change in quality. We are working around the clock to return MegaMax to its glory. The factory made a bunch of changes without our permission. Please contact us at info@northshorecare.com and we will work with you to help through this transition period.

We will have better batch of white MegaMax in-stock in about one month. The blue are already much improved and ready to ship. Very sorry for all the changes.

Ages ago, around 2003, my husband and I hired a respected consultant to help us explore investing in production of disposables far larger than Size 5. What came as a huge surprise to us was when the consultant told us the market for adult disposables was then far more profitable than infant disposables in the USA.

Just think of ourselves as ahead of our time, we are got in to the game early. When the day comes that we need diapers, we will know what works for us, than ask for the brand we liked the best.

Okay, seriously, am I the only one worried that mamabug hasn’t logged in since September 21st? Anyone know If she’s okay?

Both my parents have died, we get along much better now. No more arguments, or snide comments. They taught me alot about what NOT to do as a parent. My kids are the better for it.

Episode 2 Shannon ***************************************** At your house. Mommy to mysterious person: “So I hope you understand why you have to leave right now. We just can’t leave her unsupervised like this.” Mysterious person: “Oh believe me it is an opportunity that I wouldn’t want to pass up.” She pushes up her glasses in a badass way as the screen fades to black. **************************************** The vote was 3 - 5 on continuing the game so the girls agreed to wait until your new diapers arrive. To pass the time the girls watch TV while you stay in the corner with your wet diaper. It was getting rather uncomfortable has the warmth had passed and started to itch a little bit. Sara gave you a baby bottle filled it with orange juice. "Here drink this much every 10 minutes" Sara said. "But that's a baby bottle, I'm not drinking from that!" You lash out. Sara: "Hey! Remember what your mom said. I am in charge and if you disobey me then I get to spank you." You feel too week to resist so you take the bottle and start sipping orange juice from the nipple. It feels so awkward and makes you look even more babyish. Sara snaps another picture of the pose you make. "Remember disobey us and more people will be seeing these" said Sara. Sara then walks back to her friends when she lays out 5 more bottles filled with orange juice. You were not going to enjoy the next hour. 30 minutes later the orange juice that you have been drinking has gone through your system and you need to pee again. Your diaper held in the last wetting but you are worried that another wetting will cause your diaper to leak. The pressure builds up quickly and look to see if the girls are watching you squirm. There is only one minute left until the time limit for your next bottle. If you don't finish it you will be punished but if you do you know that you will wet yourself again. "Oh why must my life be so difficult" you think. With no options left you bite down on the nipple of your bottle and began suffering with each sip hurting your aching bladder. Just then you decide to just give in and wet yourself. You spread your legs out while sucking your bottle. Only 30 seconds to go and you only finished half of your bottle. You find that this makes it hard to concentrate on peeing yourself, but you didn't want the girls to see you. 20 seconds left. You are on the last sips of the bottle and you push your bladder with all of your might try to throw the last 14 years of potty training down the drain. 15 seconds left. Urine begins to flow into your diaper just as you finished your bottle. You never felt so happy the warmth of your soiled diaper in your life, but that was short lived by the fear that you wouldn't finish peeing on time. The diaper expanded more from the pee that your legs were spread out even more than they were before. You try to adjust the diaper so it doesn't leak and spreads to the majority of your butt. Unfortunately, the girls hear the sound of you peeing yourself and turn around as you have also run out of time for the bottle inspection. You curse the quick acting of the orange juice that caused you to pee again. They point and laugh at you as you are pouring the last drops of urine into your large warm diaper. You try to cross your legs to hide your shame but the diaper is too thick now. Luckily the diaper was able to absorb everything this time, but another wetting would definitely cause you to leak. You actually wish that Mommy would come over to change you diaper. 10 minutes later you finished another bottle and feel upset in your stomach. You realize that you need to poop. Peeing was one thing but pooping in your diaper is another. "Sara. Hello!" you shout across the room so that Sara can hear. "What is it Baby?" Sara asked. "I need to use the bathroom really bad" you say. "Well you sure did a bad job the last 2 times. Just use your diaper." "But it isn't for wetting, it’s for for," you start to whisper. "It’s for pooping." "I'm sorry what did you say?" Sara said. "Please I don't want to poop my diaper" You plea. "I'm sorry. What's going to happen to your diaper?" asked Sara. "I'M GOING TO POOP MY DIAPER!" "Ha ha ha ha" laughed Sara. "You are making this too easy. Anyway you aren't getting out of that diaper until YOUR babysitter comes and even then I'm not letting you out of that until that until you have a large lump of poo sagging from that diaper.” You gasp. You could not win with this girl and this wasn't even a dare. You try to hold it in, but you just can't you haven't pooped all day and you were desperate. In front of girls you begin to squat as you fill your diaper. It is without a doubt the most disgusting thing you have ever done in your life. It fills a horrible stench in your nose and the poop causes your diaper to sag. "I really don't want to sit on this" you think. "Eeeeeeeeew!" The girls say in response to the your messing. This does nothing to your self-esteem and you just want to get out of this diaper as soon as possible. Ginny notices that you are having trouble balancing yourself and approaches you. She precedes to tickle you until you trip and fall on your diaper. The mess begins to spread across your diaper making it a 100 times more gross. You start to cry like a baby. "Waaaaaaaaaaaah! Waaaaaaaaaaaah!" you cry. "Shh shh Its okay baby" cooed Ginny while stroking your hair. "It will all get better soon." "Really?" you ask. "Yeah" Ginny said. "When you are old enough to use the potty like a real girl." This caused you to continue crying. "Come now Ginny. We should save the real fun for the Truth or Dare game" said Sara. 5 minutes later there is a knock at the door. "Well it's about time" said Sara. "Baby go answer that door." Just wanting to get out of this dirty diaper that you have been in for over an hour, you walk towards the door. You find that it is harder to walk around with your diaper as your diaper has spread your legs out a little bit causing you to waddle. You are so desperate that you are actually glad that diapers are at the other side of the door. Instead of your mommy, you open your door to see your older sister Shannon. Shannon is 23 years old and has always been taller and smarter than you. She also treats you like the baby of the family making the entire situation you are in that much worse. She completed college recently but doesn't need a job yet. "What are you doing here" you ask surprised. Shannon: "I came back recently when mom heard about this mess. She and dad were already preparing for a vacation themselves when you called, putting me on the spot to take care of you.” "How long are they gone for" you ask nervously. "About two weeks. I am in charge until then" Shannon says while smiling manically. "Please help me" you say. "These kids got me dressed in diapers and acting like a... Shannon interrupts you by shoving a pacifier in your mouth. Shannon: "Nope. You are always act like a baby at home so now its time to be treated like one. Mom said you had to do whatever I say" Shannon pulls out a very thick adult diaper with childish designs on it. It was twice as thick as the diaper that Sara put you in. However instead of letting you change into it she just waves in your face. You whine: “Come on. I really want to get out of this.” Shannon smirks: "Nope first I want you to continue with this Truth or Dare game that I heard you girls talking about from outside. I hear that you got picked again." "What when did that happen" you mumble through your pacifier. "Oh we got bored waiting and span the bottle again to see who would go next. It landed on you" said Sara. "Do you want a go Shannon?" Shannon: "Fine just this once, but Baby doll, you are going to pick dare since I am in charge of you." You say: "But that isn't fair!" Shannon: "It is if you want to get out of that stinky diaper tonight" (pointing at the lump sagging from your diaper). You: "Fine. What do you want me to do?" Shannon smirks and takes out a collar and leash from her bag. She places the collar around your neck and attaches the leash around you. It is long enough to sit a few feet away from your sister but not stand more than 5 feet from her. You have a bad feeling about what humiliating thing she wants you to do. Shannon: "I dare you to wear this and take a walk to the park with me. Girls you will need to come with me since I am babysitting you." The girls agree, but you nearly pass out from the notion of wearing a diaper in public. Then you look down at your diaper. You have messed it pretty bad and you want to change out of it. That thick diaper is actually an award for following you sister's orders. You then notice Shannon tug you outside with the leash You grip onto the edge of the door even though your neck starts to hurt from the tugging. You spit out the pacifier: "Wait, Wait, Wait! I can't go out like this! My diaper is exposed!" Shannon: "You were stupid enough to rip the only skirt that you brought. You may have other clothes but Mom said that they are either too tight or actually do a good job at hiding your diaper. Mom said to throw them out so you have to walk around in your underwear to learn a lesson. I didn’t do that yet, since it would be a pain, but don’t think that I might not do it later. Since your underwear happens to be a dirty diaper that is what comes out with you. Now come on or I'll give you a 1000 spanks and make you wear that dirty diaper all weekend." She places the pacifier back in your mouth. You are trapped. It is 7:00 pm right now on a perfectly good spring Friday night. You won't feel cold but there is a good chance that someone will see you. However it is already dark outside and many families are having dinner at the time. You nod to agree to the walk to the park. Your diaper continues to make you waddle awkwardly as pee and poo shift around your waist. Your sister is a fast walker so you struggle to keep up the pace so you are not pulled by the leash. The girls giggle in the background. Samantha sings: "Poopy pants, Poopy pants, wears diapers all day long. Crying, Crying, has needed a change for so long." Nobody else was around to hear that but it did not make it any less hurtful. While walking Shannon grabs the crouch of your diaper and squeezes it. Shannon: "Such a full diaper. How does a teen manage to turn to a baby so quickly? Well don't worry Baby-Doll you big sis is here to take care of you from now on. Of course I will be taking your babysitting money. Play you cards right and you can still go to high school." She slaps your butt causing your bladder to tingle for a second, but you regain your composure. It is a pretty big park, but there are around 30 people tonight. A group of middle schoolers are out playing tag and running all other the place. Luckily none of them have ever seen you before. Shannon: "Okay Baby-Doll time to start the real walk. I need you to walk on your hand and needs from now on. Do on the grass so that you do not scrape them." You agree and start walking doggy style. Shannon walks slower making it easier but you sagging diaper starts to small worse. All of the kids notice you and point and laugh. They come up and taunt you while the girls explain the ludicrous reason that you are like this. Everyone takes a turn given you one smack on the butt. It hurts and your ass feels so sour and itchy. When Shannon starts to stop for a moment you instinctively rub your ass on the ground to ease the pressure. That was a mistake. The rubbing flattens your poop and spreads it too your crotch. You also need to go both #1 and #2. When you continue your walk you struggle to control it and people start to notice. Shannon asks: "What's wrong Baby-Doll, need to go potty? Go on I can wait, but I'm not stopping again for you to do so." Your diaper will definitely leak if you do it. The kids are chanting for you to do it making you want to give into peer pressure. The pressure is getting worse. You shake your head in disapproval. You are going to hold it in until to come back home much to the disappointment of everyone else. Nobody has taken any pictures yet due to the girl's persuasion. They wanted to have dirt on you for as long as possible. The walk continues for another 20 minutes your knees are killing you and wished that you were in a stroller cause at least you wouldn't have to move. "I'm starting to turn into an ABDL" you think. You and your sister finally reach the sidewalk outside of the park and a 10 minute walk from Sara's house. Your bowels are ready to burst as you let out a loud fart. "Eew" Sara says. "Well looks like puppy time is over. Get up now." You struggle to stand up and your knees give out causing you to fall on your face. A small drop of pee comes out be you will yourself to hold it in. You stand up again and brush the dirt off as you are filthy. The middle schoolers are told that they could follow all the way to Sara's house. "Just have to walk until these kids cannot see me" you think. 5 minutes down you are at your limit. And stop walking even though you are being tugged by the leash. Shannon: "Come on Baby-Doll, it’s getting late." The group gathers around you expecting you to finally give in as they started a chant. Sara then comes up from behind and give you a bear hug around your gut, increasing the pressure from your bowels. The pressure is too much now. Sara steps back in time as you begin to fill your diaper. Your pacifier falls out as you raise your head and clench you teeth as your diaper expands further and soggy with pee. The last amount is too big to come out on its own so you end up squatting down to push the rest out. While doing it you begin peeing in your diaper into your ruined diaper. The amount of pee is too much is too much for your wrecked diaper and pee flows down your leg. You set your hand on your crotch to slow the flow down in vain. The feeling is warm and wet on your hand that feels more strange than disgusting. You blush and drool and as you start to think. "It is so warm. Why do I not feel as shamed as I should be from this? Those girls are ruining me. Maybe if my space out I can make up from this bad dream." When you are finished your diaper is all yellow, with urine all over your legs and a large puddle on the sidewalk." The group cheers as some of them have one a bet on whether you would make it or not. The middle schoolers are satisfied and decide to leave and head home for the evening. The girls agree that you deserve a change before continuing there "game." Shannon looked at you angry as you are dragged to bench and placed on you here knees. Shannon: "Bad Baby" Spank. I told you to go earlier! Now you ruined the sidewalk with your pee." You: "I'm. Ow! sorry! I really tried!" Shannon: "Sorry isn't good enough! Take these spankings as punishment." Shannon spanks you 20 times before continuing. You finally make it back home. Shannon: "Okay Baby Doll, let's get you out of this dirty diaper." She sets out a changing mat for you to lay on. She removes the tapes and throws the diaper into the trash. She proceeds to use baby wipes to clean you up. She also shaves your pubic hair off. Shannon: "You got pretty dirty from our walk. I'm going to let you have a bath first." You get to have an uneventful bath to clean up all of the dirt. Your mind is blank after all that has happened so far this evening. When you are done you dry yourself and wear your towel. You are hoping that you can sneak away to find normal clothes but you are ambushed by the girls. The lead you naked back downstairs wear Shannon has set up your next diaper. You sit down and find that it is softer than the last one. Shannon places baby powder on your crotch which tickles a little bit. She then pulls up the front to the tapes and makes sure that it is snug and tight. After checking for leak holes she lets you sit up. You find that the diaper is twice as thick as the last one but is more flexible so your legs aren't as spread out so there are less waddling. However the bulge makes you feel more babyish. "At least it isn't messy, well at least for now" you think. The girls then give you a t-shirt that is purple-pink and has the words BABY LOVES TO DANCE. It also shine and glitters making it stand out. You place it on and notice that it only goes down to your belly button. It is now 8:00 pm which is not that late. Shannon refuses to join so she just decides to watch your misery. You and the girls rejoin a circle and spin the bottle once again. Once again it lands on you as if you believed that it would be different this time. Sara: "Okay you have noticed that you are the most likely to be picked. So as an added incentive let's add a fun new rule. Starting now for every 10 dares that you do you will be able to dare one of us to do anything. However, the dare cannot be to take you out of diapers, that lasts as long as you are "babysitting" us. But don't worry we'll make sure to change you when you need it.“ To be continued… Dare Points Tally You: 0 Episode 3: Points When given incentive people more inclined to do a task. Pavlov had been doing that for years on dogs. Parents have been doing that before Pavlov, so who’s the real scientist? Anyway last episode Shannon arrived to raise hell and Sara gave you a point system so that you could EVENTUALLY dare one of the girls. So you decide to… You: "I'll take that offer! Give me a dare!" …just like that. Ginny: "Okay it is my turn to decide to do with Baby-Doll. I dare you to dance to a few songs that we choose." You: "Sounds easy enough" You forgot that you are in a diaper for a moment. The music starts and you start to feel like yourself again. People at school tended to call you a dance maniac because of your stamina during school dances. Your body is tune with the music as you swing your hips back and forth. You then start twirling around to show off you shacking your diapered ass. When you dance nothing else matters, you let the song define you, and you do not look at yourself in a mirror. Your reflection is a distraction. "Ow" You scream as you slap your diaper. You haven't danced this hard in a while that you fail to notice Sara video taping you in the diaper again. For the grand finale you jump like a cheerleader pose with your arms straight up in the air like you just don't care leaving your diaper completely exposed. You are smiling from all the fun you are having. When you touch the ground you strike a confident pose as if you forgot that you lost your pride from wearing a diaper in front of the kids you are supposed to be babysitting. The girls cheer and clap when the song and dance ends, except for Shannon who is clapping sarcastically. Shannon: "My my. It has been so long since you danced so hyper-actively. I think the last time I saw you like that was when you were in diapers. I guess this was your destiny the whole time sis.” You just remember that you are only wearing a t-shirt and diaper in front of everyone. Your cheeks turn bright red from the embarrassment as you hide your diaper with your hands. Ginny: "Don't feel ashamed Baby-Doll you did great. Okay let’s continue with the game." They spin the bottle again and it lands on you again. You really want that revenge dare badly. “Those brats are going to get it.” You: "Give me another Dare!" It is Liza's turn this time and she has a good one for you. Liza: "I'm hungry and I'm sure that everyone else is as well. I Dare you to order all of use us pizza and answer the door with what you are wearing. Oh and you have to WET yourself in front the deliveryman. You: "What?!" Sara: "That sounds like a wonderful idea. I'll get the money ready. However, what if Baby-Doll fails to do so? It would be ashamed if she didn't feel the urge to go when our pizza arrives." Liza: "Good point. Let's add a punishment for failure. You if fail then we'll send that last dance video that to your school and make you wear that diaper all weekend. You'll have quite the diaper rash with what we are capable of." These dares were getting worse and worse. You: "Okay what pizzas would you like? After the girls told you what they wanted you dialed Pizza Hut to submit your order. The order would take 30 minutes to arrive so the girls decided to postpone the game in order to give you a fair edge. Unfortunately you had no urge to go whatsoever from all of your wettings earlier. You were also dehydrated. Since you need to wet yourself soon, you decided to get something to drink. You head towards the kitchen to get a glass of water, but your sister is blocking your path. "Going somewhere?" Shannon asked while shaking a bottle filled with baby formula in her hand. You: "I'm going to get something to drink." Shannon: "Right here for you Baby-Doll. It has all the nutrients you need for a growing girl like yourself." You: "I'm not dr----" Shannon interrupt and drags you to towards the couch "Now Now. Don't get your diaper in a bunch. I'm your older sister and I know what's good for you." She sits down on the sofa and lays you down on her lap like a baby. You: "Isn't this a little bit extreme?" Shannon then places the bottle in your mouth and expects you to start sucking. Shannon: "Maybe. But it is more fun this way." You resign yourself to your fate seeing as you already drank from 6 baby bottles earlier. You start sucking from the bottle and start realizing how warm it is. The milk is also thicker than the orange juice which makes you feel more blotted. When you are done Shannon pats your back in order to burp you. "Burp" Shannon: "Excuse you. You must still me thirsty. Here have some more milk Baby-Doll." "What I don't ne--" You got interrupted again as Shannon shoved another baby bottle into your mouth. Formula milk doesn't even taste that good. It doesn't make you barf but you don't see yourself drinking it all of the time. You just hope that this will make you need to go when the pizza man arrives. Shannon: "All done! There was that so hard?" You: "Yes! What is wrong with you?" Shannon: "Aww! Looks like someone is a bit cranky. Time for the Tickle Monster." She starts tickling you on the belly. You: "Ha ha ha ha! Quit it! Ha ha ha ha! Shannon: "Never! Tickle Tickle Tickle! You: "No seriously I'm going to pee my pants." You just remembered that you need to hold it in before the pizza man comes to wet yourself. If you wet yourself now you will likely have to face the punishment. Shannon: "Okay Baby-Doll I think you calmed down now." She stops tickling you to your relieve although your need to pee has just increased. "Huff Huff. Thanks sis" You said relieved. You get off of the couch to stretch your legs. "Anytime Baby-Doll" Shannon says as she slaps your ass. You blush again as all of the other girls saw it. Mary: "No fair I wanted to feed the baby." Jessie: "No me next. Me next." Sara: "We'll decide during the next dare. We'll hold a lottery on who gets to dare her next when she isn't looking." You: "I hate this game." Sara: "Well too bad. You should have thought of that before you agreed to play. Anyway the pizza should be here soon." You hear a knock on the door which means it must be the pizza man. Sara: "Well it’s about time. Well go ahead and fulfill the dare." She hands you the money as well as tips. You are a little bit nervous. You do have to use the bathroom but you are not desperate enough to go by accident. You will have force yourself to pee in your diaper this time. You waddle over to the door and open it to your surprise. "I have an order for one cheese, one pepperoni, on Hawaiian, and one Vegan. Are you the uh uh uh" said the pizza man. He was a handsome man in his 20s that was totally your type. He was tall, handsome, and had large biceps that you could tell from his sleeveless Pizza Hut uniform. It takes all of your strength to keep yourself from drooling from his manliness. Likewise it was difficult for the Pizza Man to not stare at you. You are wearing a thick diaper, no bra, and a t-shirt that references the fact that you are in fact wearing a diaper like a diaper. You imagine that you actually want to date this guy one day. You didn't want this man to think that you were weird so you needed an excuse. After all the dare didn't state that you had to tell the truth about why you were in a diaper. You lied: "Oh the diaper. You see this is a costume party and we pick costumes based on lottery. As you can see I was the unlucky one?" You twirl around to show off your diaper. Pizza Man: "Oh, oh. That makes sense, but I don't see anyone else in here." The girls are hiding in a different room that the man cannot see but they can still see him and you. You: "The party is is in the basement. We tend to be loud so it was made sound proof." He seems to buy it. You were starting to enjoy this little white lie. It made you feel a little victorious over the girls. Pizza Man: Bummer. It sounds like a nice party. Too bad I have to work all night, I actually love parties. "Oh well. So how much do I owe you?" You say relieved. You would not want this man here with these girls tormenting you. Pizza man: "Around $43.99." You: "Here you go." You hand the man the money as well as a $10 tip. You realize that it is now or never. You need to fulfill the dare of wetting your diaper in front of this man. Now is your time to shine or at least embarrass yourself in front of a hot guy. You put on your best kawaii cute smile which makes your cheeks bulge out and make your eyes look bigger. You attempt to loosen your bladder while standing up, but can only get a few drops out. The pizza man hands you the stack of pizzas that you grab onto. In order to pressure you raise your smile and say "Thaaaank yoouuuuuuu" you say in an ahhhhhhhh like voice in order to let out a sigh without trying to sound erotic or suspicious. By doing so you are able to release a large flow of urine into you soft thick diaper. The pizza man is a little suspicious about your voice, but only assumes that you are attracted to him since he works out. However, he is curious about the "psssssss" sound that he cannot pin point. Pizza Man: "What is that sound? It sounds like running water." That is actually the sound of you peeing into your diaper. You are peeing a lot more than you thought you would and the front is completely soaked. Luckily it is not sagging. Since you aren't looking at your diaper you fail to notice a design showing at the front. Shannon brought you special diapers that show certain words when used. Based on the amount of liquid in the diaper right now it showed the words WET on the front to indicate that you have peed in your diaper. In order to answer the pizza man's question you quickly determine an excuse while the pizza boxes are burning your hands. "Oh that must be one of my friends getting some water from the kitchen" you say as you finish wetting your diaper. "She is a little weird since she doesn't like to drink soda or alcohol" Pizza Man: "Okay that makes sense. I should be leaving now. It was nice me---" He is interrupted from Sara entering the room and walking towards you. You think to yourself: "What is she doing? Calm down I could just say that she is my little sister you came down from her room because she is hungry." Sara: "Baby-Doll did you make sure to keep your diaper dry. We need to keep up with you potty schedule." Pizza Man: "Baby-Doll?" You: "Its its the name of my costume. Kinda original isn't it?" You start to sweat a little bit from the pressure. Sara pats you butt and says. "Oh don't be so sensitive. She has trouble making it to the potty and practically begged her mom for diapers. Me and my friends try to support her and retrain her potty training. Deep down I think you enjoys it." You: "That's not true!!!" Sara: "Oh come on there is no need to cry. Let me just check something" She touches your diapered crotch to inspect its wetness. You: "Eep!" This causes the Pizza man to look down again at you diaper and does notice the WET icon that was not there before. Sara: "Baby-doll did you wet yourself again? I was sure that I had you changed only five minutes ago. Did you notice that you had to go? I'm afraid that I'll have to put a frowny face on your potty chart you tonight. Right now your diaper seems fine so I won't change you until you fill it up more." Pizza Man: "So the sound earlier was you peeing yourself?" You: "No, well yes but there is a good reason for that you see I" Sara interrupts while stroking your hair: "Look Baby-Doll. It’s okay that you soiled Yourself at the park earlier. We all have our bad days. The important thing is that we work together to slowly treat you condition. Come on I have more baby formula for you inside." That was the last straw. The Pizza Man was now disgusted with you and wanted to hightail. However, he was still working so he had to be professional. Pizza Man: "Uh. Well I need to continue my deliveries. Enjoy the pizzas." He starts to walk away casually as he now thinks that you are a freak. You: "Wait! She's lying! I'm not normally like this! It was a Dare! A Dare!” However he doesn't believe you as you get ignored with a turned back facing you. Sara was satisfied with her performance and closed the door in front of you. She grabs the pizzas from you as you are districted from your tears. You roll on the floor into a fetal position as you lost the will to carry on. You hate Sara, Shannon, the girls and yourself. Your life is over if a hot guy like that is scared away from you. In the past couple of hours you have already wet and mess yourself multiple time while being recorded. You are Sara's bitch now and eventually she will make this worse for you. Sara: "Baby-Doll please get up so that we can continue our game!" You get up and walk towards the kitchen and everyone has started eating the pizza without you. You realize that you are hungry and regained some of your composure. You couldn't expect to survive on baby formula all weekend so you think that you should get some real food. You: "Can I have some pizza too." Samantha: "Yes but you need to do another turn first. Good job on the Pizza man by the way. However, babies like you only drink from bottles, but if you were willing to another dare you are guaranteed to eat pizza and maybe some soda if you are good." You: "But I wasn't picked yet." Samantha: "Actually you were. We span the bottle while you were moping at the door earlier. So what will it be Truth or Dare?" "I'll go with dare" you said. Just when they think that you are out, you pull yourself back in. Samantha: "Very well I dare you to sit in a high chair and let us feed you the pizza." She points to a large high chair at the end of the table. It looks like it can support your weight, but make it difficult to cross your legs. Before stepping in Samantha places a bib on you and a bonnet on your head. Ginny: "She looks so cute!" Other girls were taking photos of you on their phone. I were then strapped into the high chair. You were secured so you couldn't get out and high enough so that your legs couldn't reach the ground. You decided to be well behaved and follow the dare so you can eat pizza. Samantha then cut a slice of cheese pizza into smaller bits and placed it on a plate. She also placed a bendy straw in a can of Sprite for you. Samantha: "Okay Baby-Doll, here comes the airplane. Vroom." She is playing with a piece of pizza on a fork and moved it towards your mouth. You’ve babysit before with babies so you knew that you had to open your mouth to let it in. You ate the pizza and found it delicious. Samantha: "Good Job." You then had many more mouthfuls of pizza. Unfortunately Samantha doesn't have the best hand eye coordination and periodically missed by hitting your cheek or bib. She merely shrugged it off as.. Samantha: "Oh, what a cute messy baby. Let me clean you right up." ..and simply wiped it off with a napkin. The constant name calling was annoying. You knew that you weren't a baby, but you attire and actions this evening didn't prove that you were any more mature than one. After dinner they decided to continue playing the game. The bottle is spun and it land on. For once it isn't you that got picked. Instead the bottle lands on Jessie. You: "Yes I finally get to have my turn! Okay Jessie Truth or Dare?" "Truth" said Jessie. She understands the severity of these dares and knows better than to choose dare. This really disappoints you as you have gotten the worse of this game since you are stuck in a high chair wearing a wet diaper. You: "Okay, I originally wanted to do homework while watching you guys. Will I have a chance to finish my home before the weekend is over?" Jessie: "That is a good question. As fun and games go we won't upset your school grades. You will be able to study but the details will be up to us." As usual the girls are vague which means that you just wasted a turn. It is now Jessie's turn as she spins the bottle. As always it is you gets the short end of the stick. Jessie: "Okay Baby-Doll, Truth or Dare?" Jessie: "Okay Baby-Doll since you like doing homework so much I dare you to complete your homework while under laxatives." You: "Well at least I'm getting my homework done." Jessie: "Oh you think I'm being easy on you eh. It is 9:00 pm right now so you have until 10:30 to complete your homework. You cannot change your diaper until you finish. If you fail to finish all of your homework by the time limit you will have to sleep in it all night. Shannon will check your homework when you are done. For every incorrect answer you will be spanked 5 times by me." You just had to open your big mouth. You agree to the terms and the girls let you out of the high chair. To their surprise you wet yourself again without them noticing. The diaper was now so wet that the WET icon on the front had changed to WET, PLEASE CHANGE ME. When Jessie mentioned laxatives you figured that she would be responsible for changing you. They certainly wouldn't let your diaper leak during the dare, or at least on the furniture. So you wet yourself out of spite. Take that Jessie! Jessie: "I see that you have been busy Baby-Doll. Well you need a change before we start let's get you a new diaper." Jessie walked you over to the changing mat. You had to waddle there due to the heavy bulk. She laid you down on the mat and removed your diaper. The inside was yellow and squishy, but not so bad as the last diaper that you wore. After throwing away the diaper Jessie cleaned your privates and slipped a laxative suppository. You were then powdered and re-diapered. However, she placed 3 more thick diapers onto you. Your legs were so spread out that you couldn't even cross your legs. Jessie: "Okay timer starts now. Begin!" You are unable to walk due to the bulk of your diapers so you have to crawl to your books. You have 3 subjects to complete in Math, English and Science. You move to a couch and lay on your belly with your homework on a clip board. You: "Okay let's start with Math. Okay question 1." Just then the laxatives kick in and you begin to soil your diaper. From the thickness of your diaper did not expand and just moved your poop to your crotch. You: "Uh, well let's continue." 30 minutes later you have completed your Math problems. You have also pooped two more times. By the time you finished you pooped again causing it to leak into your second diaper. You: "Time for English." Unfortunately it is a harder subject for you so this time it takes 40 minutes to complete. You also messed yourself one more time that caused you to move the poop into your third diaper. The girls activated the ventilation to block the smell from your poopy diaper. The last homework was from your least favorite subject, Science. It was your hardest Subject and you have only 20 minutes to finish or else you are stuck in this mess all night. You barely finish with only a few seconds left on the clock. "Done" you said while waving your papers in the air. Shannon: "Okay Baby-Doll let’s check you out" Her movement seems a bit sluggish as she appears to have been drinking wine. She grabs your papers and starts grading them. Shannon: "Okay perfect score in Math, perfect score in English, but you did terrible in Science. You got 13 questions wrong. I wrote in the right questions since your handwriting is easy to forge. Jessie: "Well looks like you rushed your homework and got a lot of questions wrong. You know the consequences. 5 times 13 is 65 spanks." You: "Do I have too? It’s getting late and my butt is still sore from the last time." Jessie: "No butts. If you can't do the time don't do the crime." The other girls hold you down as Jessie prepares to spank you. The first spank felt worse than Shannon's slaps and it got worse with each one. Shannon: "Ha ha ha ha. Baby got spanked! Baby got spanked!" This is what Shannon is like at home. A total sadist who undermines you at every opportunity. You: "Shut up Shannon!" (Slap) Shannon: "Make me Baby!" (Slap) Jessie: "Knock it off you two." (Slap) You: "Ow!" The pain caused you to lose control of your bladder and pee your diaper. It makes the poo around your crotch even soggier and less comfortable. (Slap) (Slap) (Slap) (Slap) Finally all 65 slaps have been administered and you can finally stop clenching your teeth. Jessie begins to change your diapers and clean you up. Jessie: "Wow you are one stinky baby." You are unable to pay attention to her as you stare at Shannon with great hate. She stands 6 feet tall, long chestnut hair, a pretty face, square glasses that complement her look, E cup boobs, and a better fashion sense than you. Your whole live she has done nothing but try to undermine you and if karma existed in this world than she definite deserved her just deserts. It is late now around 10:30 pm. Unknown to you or Shannon, Sara had spiked Shannon's drink with a laxative. Jessie had just finished changing your diaper while Shannon was busy laughing at you. This time you only had to wear one diaper. The room was smelling a lot better now, but you think Jessie applied too much baby powder on you. Shannon: "O ho ho ho what a night. And this is only the first night I cannot wait to see what they do to you tomorrow. Err." Just then Shannon's bowels felt funny and she let out a fart. The urge to go went out of nowhere but she knew that she only had a few minutes to make it to a bathroom or something bad would happen. "Out of the way!" Shannon said as she rushed towards the bathroom. One of the girls tripped her causing her to fall to the ground. "Ahh!" Shannon screamed. Her glasses came flying off her face and landed across the room without breaking. She land on her large E-Cup boobs with a thud. The impact caused her to expel her bowels into her panties. It was like diarrhea but stayed inside the panties without leaking. A brown lump appeared on the back of her tight jeans that would require a lot of effort to wash. When Shannon processed her fall she realized that something was wrong with her butt. She place her hand on the lump and blushed when she realized that she just pooped herself. You were just as surprised as Shannon, but the girls felt like that they gained a new playmate. "Eek Shannon pooped herself!" "She is just like Baby-Doll." "Whose going to change her." "She is going to look so cute." The girls gang up on Shannon and secured her limps so that she couldn't move. They also placed a pacifier in her mouth so that she couldn't talk. Just then the phone and on the other line is it…. To be continued. Dare Tally You: 4 points Episode 4 Sympathy for the win Baby! While Shannon was struggling the phone started to ring. Sara was the first one to answer it. After a minute of talking she hands the phone other to you. "It’s my parents." Sara as she also slipped a piece of paper to you and Shannon to read. It said DON'T SAY ANYTHING OUT OF LINE AND AGREE TO THE TERMS OR ELSE THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES. As tempting as telling on the girls would be to you they have far to much blackmail on you as it is. As long as you can make it through the weekend then you should be fine. "Hello" You say with the phone up against your ear. "Ah hello" Mr. Everest said, "How's have the girls been?" Your mom never told them about the Skype conversation from earlier so you were in luck. "They have been just angels" You lie. Mr. Everest: "Perfect. Listen something came up and me and my wife have to stay away for six weeks. The same goes for Sara's friends. Listen the house is close by to both your schools so I was wondering if you could watch them until we return? There should be enough rooms in the house to accommodate everyone including you. I'll even raise the amount to $10,000 and send money and instructions for cooking and cleaning chores. What do you say?" You couldn't believe it, six weeks with these horrible brats. The money was not worth it since Shannon was just going to take it anyway. Then you realized that since Shannon just pooped herself in front of everyone she had lost her authority. And with the deal to the game you might be able to have your revenge by the end of this. Just be a good girl and play the baby until the time is right and you will have your revenge. You: "Sure thing Mr. Everest." You talk about a few technical things before hanging up. Since all of the girls would be living her it is important to note that this house is like a small mansion. Not crazy big but more than enough for everyone to get their own room upstairs. They also didn't have any servants so that means that no other adults would be here. Sara: "Good job Baby-Doll. Now for your reward." She walks other to Shannon who was still being held down by the other girls. Sara: "Well Shannon it looks like you just pooped your pants like a baby. Looks like you aren't as mature as you thought you were. This whole night I have been recording everything that has happened including your little accident. It is now on a website that is ready to upload onto the internet for everyone to see. If you want it to stay offline then you will have to join our game and do what we say." Shannon spit out her pacifier and said: "You little brat that's not enough to threaten me. Once I get out of this I'll pummel you and force you to destroy the website myself." Sara: "I thought you might say that so I also had this prepared for your sister in case she wasn't as obedient." Sara pulls out a shock collar and wraps it around Shannon's neck and locked it with a key. She has a switch on her other hand. Sara: "Every time you get physical with us we'll do this." She presses the button on the switch that sent a shock to Shannon's body. She was in pain but the collar wouldn't leave a mark or any lasting damage. Tears flowed from her eyes and the pain made her mess herself again. Luckily nothing leaked out, but the pooped started to spread. Shannon: "Okay Okay! I'll obey!" You were actually happy to see your sister being tortured for once. It was a nice distraction from the diaper around your waist. Sara: "Good girl. Listen up we are in charge of both of you from now on. Baby-Doll the weekend deal for diapers has expanded to the end of six weeks when you leave. We will not force you to stay any longer than that and we will destroy the blackmail we have on you. You can even keep the money promised to you. Shannon you get nothing from this and will have to join our little game of truth or dare. Since you are new to the game the bottle shall spin on you. Sara also placed the pacifier back onto Shannon's mouth. She could voice her complaint in the form of inaudible mumbles. Sara: "What's that? You chose Dare? Well Well looks like we have quite the daredevil here. Okay Shannon I dare you to go to a 24 pharmacy with your messy jeans and buy diapers that will fit you. I thought that we bought the right adult diapers for your entire family but your butt is bigger than your sister's." Shannon was let back up. Shannon: "You expect you to go out in is mess." (pointing to her messy jeans). "Besides I just had a few drinks. I can't go driving now." Sara: "Is that how driving works? Well Baby-Doll looks like you are the designated driver. All of us are coming with you so you'll have to drive the large car in the garage that can hold all of this. I already have the cars and directions ready." You: "I can't go out like this. Besides this is Shannon's punishment, not mine." Shannon snaps: "Shut up ugly Baby-Doll!" You: "Right back at you Poopy Pants!" Sara: "Quiet both of you! Okay Ginny get Baby-Doll a skirt to wear outside." "Roger that" Ginny said. A few minutes later Ginny came back downstairs with a skirt for you to wear. It had a sunflower design on it. You placed it on and noticed a few things. The skirt was able to cover the diaper and the bulge wasn't obvious to people who were not looking for a diaper. However, the skirt was so short that is you moved or bent over the wrong way the diaper would become exposed. You: "Okay ready." You feel a little bit confident since you finally get to cover up you diaper and that you are dry... for now. You walk towards the car where the over girls are waiting. Both of the front seats have towels on them that are reserved for you and Shannon in case you leak. Shannon is riding shot gun while you are stuck driving everyone. You turn on the car and back out of the driveway. It is dark outside and about a 15 minute drive away to the pharmacy. Shannon is deep in thought. Shannon thinks: "How the hell did I end up pooping myself? Sitting on it is just so disgusting. My sister is the real baby not me. When we get outside of this she is so staying in diapers forever. I have my ways to do so. Dam this music is so annoying!" Shannon tries to change the music station but you immediately turn it back. You: "Hey. I like this music." Shannon: "Well I don't." You: "You are always like this! Hating what I like." Shannon: "Well maybe if you weren't so boring we wouldn't have these problems." You: "Me boring? You're the one who doesn't have a job. I'm actually making money." Shannon: "Well I don't need a job. I'm doing well in the stock market. Anyway this whole situation is due to your guillability." You had no response to that and just kept driving. Five minutes later you arrived at the pharmacy. It had a sign that said Phoenix Pharmacy. Everyone got outside of the car and entered the pharmacy. Shannon's stain on her jeans has darker know as some poop leaked a little bit. Anyone close to her would be able to tell that she pooped herself. The pharmacy was bigger than you expect and there weren't that many people. Unfortunately no one had ever been there before so you had to explore every aisle. You were a little nervous yourself. Even though the skirt was covering your diaper you still waddled a little bit and your diaper gave off a loud crinkle with every step. An employee noticed your group and walked over. She is a women in her twenties with an eccentric aura. She has a mature voice yet dresses a bit wild for her age. She has sparkly earrings on both hear ears. Her hair was puffed out, but still fell down to the bottom of her neck. Despite her hair being curled as if she was electrocuted, it was perfectly combed to make it styled to flow down looking wavy, with her forehead completely exposed. The hair is also dyed purple with nothing to show what her original hair color is, with three strips of bright pink (you decide how they are positioned). Her eyes are a light brown. The only make up that she had on was lip stick that made her lips a bright pink. Her smile gave off a sense of pride and professionalism. Employee: "You seem lost can I help you out? Sara: "Thanks. We are looking for adult diapers like this." She flips up your skirt to reveal your diaper to the employee. "But a few sizes larger." "Eep!" You said in response. The employee is shocked but it isn't the first time that she saw this. Employee: "Oh. Well we sell larger adult diapers in aisle 28. Are they for that girl?" Referring to you. Sara: "No she has enough diapers to last awhile. These diapers are for miss poopy pants over there." She didn't bother pointing at Shannon since it was obvious from her blushing, looking away, and gripping her left arm with her right hand. Nothing else was said so they continued walking. Shannon ended up walking past the employee who noticed the smell. She ended up turning around to notice the lump at the back of Shannon's pants. "What an interesting group of girls." the employee thinks. She also blushes and wishes that she could have stayed with them longer. As you are walking you talk to Sara. You complain: "Why did you have to show her my diaper?" Sara: "Oh lay off Baby-Doll. You got to wear the skirt like you wanted so you have nothing to whine about." You reach aisle 28 and Sara makes Shannon grab the diapers that she is going to wears. She grabs 5 packs of 20 diapers each and starts heading to the cash register. Sara instructed Shannon on what to say since everyone was meant to keep their distance to make it even more humiliating. Shannon thinks: "Okay Shannon. You can do this. Lots of people have bed wetting problems and the cashier is paid not to judge people. Oh god my diaper smells so bad that there is no way that he won't notice!" Shannon reaches the cash register and lays out the diapers in front of him. Shannon: "Hello I like to buy these please." she hands other the money. Cashier: "That's a lot of diapers. Why do you need so many?" Shannon: "Well you see I - I - I" She just couldn't say it because it was too embarrassing. Disappointed Sara pressed the switch to Shannon's collar sending a joint across her body. Shannon: "Eeeeeeeeeeee!" The shock caused her to lose control of her bladder and wet her panties. I dark stain grew on her jeans. There was no puddle but most of her jeans were soaked. "No no no no!" Shannon screamed as the wetting stopped. Cashier: "Oh so that's why. You smelled like you went earlier anyway. The bathroom is over there and I would recommend wearing these during the day as well." "Thanks" Shannon says quietly as she lowered her head in defeat. She then waddles towards Sara due to the poop and pee around her. She said nothing. Sara: "Don't feel so down. It can happen to anyone. Besides you were taking too long. Anyway your pants are too damaged to drive home in. Baby-Doll go change Shannon into her diaper.” You: "What? Why me?" Sara: "Well you are the ‘babysitter.’ Anyway we're tired and don't want to do it." You agree and grab Shannon's hand to lead her to the bathroom. She looked so defeated and not like you ever seen her before. You enter the girl's bathroom and notice a large changing table that looks strong enough to support Shannon's frame. You: "Well get on up." Shannon remained quiet and laid herself onto the changing table. You have changed a diaper before but you never thought that you would ever have to change your sister into one. The first step was removing the shoes, socks and jeans. Next came the panties. You had to be careful when removing them so no poo falls out of them. Once you got the panties off you threw them into the trashcan and started cleaning your sister. After that you grabbed one of the diapers, set it underneath her, and began applying baby powder. All that was left was to pull of the tapes. "I bet you are happy now" Shannon said defeated. "You big sister who beats you at everything laying hear in a diaper. Well go on do your worse." Was this the revenge that you wanted? You just finished taping up the diaper and you finally see you sister as she is, E cup breasts, legs spread out and bended, wearing a thick diaper that looks like it is for babies, and a face ready to cry at any moment. She actually seemed cute for once, but then you remembered the soft white bulge around you. You realize that for once you and Shannon are on equal grounds and what happens next could redefine the relationship between you two. Your sister is laying down on the changing table but you feel that this might be the only time for you and Shannon to get along. You: "Well Sis, now that it come to it there is only one thing to do." You start to squat to do something that you thought that you would never have to do. It is much harder to do it on purpose than accident. You have to bite your lip as you build up pressure. Shannon: "What are you... Wait are you?" You began to poop your diaper. Even when doing so you still had to apply pressure but you were able to finish. You then peed the diaper till the WET icon appeared on the front of the diaper. You stand back up as your sister looks at you in shock. You now have a wet and messy diaper that you soiled on purpose without the influence of Sara or the girls. Shannon: "What.. Why?" You: "Shannon I was always mad at you because you kept trying to be better than me. But I never had to be jealous because I envied you. I wanted to be like you. Right now we are in living hell led by Sara and her gang of mischievous munchkins. For once we are on equal grounds with these diapers on so we better make the most of it. Lets start our relationship from scratch diapers and all. What do you say?" You raise your hand towards Shannon. She begins to cry as if she was given a second chance and reborn. She grabs your hand and smiles. You help lift her up and embrace in a hug that you two needed for each other for a long time.” "Thank..sniff..you!" Shannon cried. "Thank you so much!" You" "You are so welcome." You start crying tears of joy. Shannon: "After all of the bad things that I did to you and you still treat me like a sister." You: "Its okay, we can start over!" You two have a good cry for a few minutes. Luckily the girls had no intention of butting in to what they assumed was a fight between you two. They wanted to be surprised by the result. You two have finally regained your composure. Shannon: "Well that was a good cry. Thanks sis." You: "Anytime. Well let’s get out of here before the girls become suspicious." Shannon: "Hold on. We can't have you going out in that dirty diaper." You: "It’s not like they haven't seen me in one already." Shannon: "True, but from my conversations with them they have one more turn prepared for tonight. Who knows what they are capable of with a dare?" You: "You're right. I guess I should change myself into a new diaper then." Shannon: "Don't worry I'll do it.” You: "No that really isn't necessary." Shannon is able to lift you up and set you onto the changing table. She is five inches taller than you and freakishly strong. This must be why the girls needed the shock collar in the first place. Shannon: "No no. You changed my diaper so now it is time to change yours." She grabs one of your diapers from the diaper bag. You: "Oh come on. I thought we were friends now." Shannon: "We are sis, but if we are on equal grounds then we better get used to doing this. Besides its more fun to compete against each other in front of an audience. You smirk: "You're on Baby-Shan." Shannon: "Right back at you Baby-Doll." She finishes taping up your diaper and helps you up." You: "Thanks." Shannon: "Anytime." You bend other to grab you skirt when you suddenly sneeze. "Achoo." This causes you to loosen your grip and accidently toss your skirt into the toilet. "Oops" You and Shannon say. You tries to recover the skirt but it is too wet to clean up and impossible to dry. You: "Oh come on! I can't the skirt like this." Shannon: "Don't worry I'm in the same boat too." (Holding up her soiled jeans.) "These jeans are far too messed up to wear in public or clean from here. Besides even if it was clean the jeans are way too tight to fit over my diaper. I hate to say it but it looks like the girls have us in checkmate." You: "Maybe they don't. The girls are past their bedtime so they are unlikely to be as quick-witted. If we just play cool we can at least survive the night." Shannon: "Well if it is a truce then let's make the most of it." You hold each other’s hands as you two head outside the bathroom. The employee from earlier was having quite a night. Her name was Gwen and she was attracted to people in diapers. However, she wasn't a sadist like Sara and felt awkward in front of you earlier since you seemed so tortured. However it was company policy to not pry into other people's business. Gwen thinks: “Huff puff…That was whoa. That girl looked amazing in a diaper and that tall woman in glasses is going to try one on soon. I’ve seen the videos, but never in person. Okay calm down, you’re not insane, just passionate about certain things. Besides snort I just met them.” Just then she see the girls she was thinking about walking outside the bathroom, but something was off about them. You and Shannon were walking proudly with a slight waddle from the bathroom with diapers around their waists. This time nothing was covering their diapers. Their diapers were in full few for all of the world to see, but they seemed happy without a care in the world. They had huge smiles on their faces and were holding hands like they were BFFs. Just imagine that they are models on their very own walk way. Music is playing as they move in slow motion, capturing them in every possible sexual angle in this montage of walking. Their shirts occasionally lift up to expose the top tapes and their belly bottoms. The spark their eyes as they look like they are saying hello to the world and all of its inhabitants. "So cute" Gwen thought and blushed. "Look at them so happy and confident. I just want to spend all day with them to myself. I could just eat them up!" !>///<! J In reality you and Shannon were extremely nervous and just winging the whole situation. With any luck they would be out of here as quickly as possible. Sara: "What the hell? What happened to your clothes?" Shannon" "You see after Baby-Doll changed me I accidently dropped her skirt into the toilet making it unwearable. In retaliation she destroyed my jeans that left us like this. We got into a huge fight but we made up when it was over so now we are BFFs." Jessie: "I told you we should gone in with them. I just missed out on everything." Sara: "Oh contraire. We still have plenty of chances. Besides we still have to punish Shannon for starting a fight." You: "That's another thing Sara. I think that it unfair that she has to wear a shock collar. I don't wear one and you've done a pretty good job so far." Sara: "This doesn't concern you Baby-Doll. But you are right but that's because you have been a good baby. But since she is in the game now you two have the power to eventually force one of us to a dare. If either of you earn a dare then you could always dare us to make us stop using a shock collar. Now come on its late and we want to go home." You begin to walk out with the diapers bought for Shannon. Gwen waves goodbye: "Have a good night and come back anytime." "Thanks" You say awkwardly considering the fact that you are wearing an exposed diaper in front of her, a smiling stranger. You then leave. "Oh my god" Gwen says quietly alone. "Those girls looks so cute in diapers. I wonder what one would feel, just like them? I have a feeling that I will see them again real soon." She holds one of her hands to her face as she starts to laugh. It like it was the first time she had laughed in a very long time. There was a slight tear but it was from joy, not sadness. Gwen regains herself: “Thanks girls. I really needed that. Well I better get back to work…old man Phoenix.” You walk your diapered butt to the car as the girls got in. Shannon drove shotgun again but she was a better traveling companion this time since she was okay with the music you picked. You were both quiet but the girls were chatting away since they got bored with talking about you for now. You then reached Sara's house and parked the car into the garage so that the neighbors could not see you. Everyone gathered in the living room for one last meeting for the night. Sara: "Okay the first agenda for the meeting is about Shannon. Tonight she has proven to be the most distrust, so we can't trust her alone with the diaper on her when we are sleeping. So I propose that she wear locking plastic pants at all times." All girls: "Here here!" "Wait what?" Shannon said before she was piled up by the girls. You tried help but Jessie tripped you causing you to bump your head. By the time you regained your composure the girls were done. Shannon now had transparent plastic panties that actually made the crinkling louder without hiding the tapes of and design that made is obvious that it was a diaper. They were locked with a key that only a few of the girls had access to. Sara: "I hope that we are at an understanding now Shannon. You are not allowed to take off your diaper. So I hope you also understand from now on." You: "That's not far I don't have to wear..." "Shut up Baby-Doll! I don't need protection from the likes of you" Shannon winked. You understood that meant to not let the girls make things worse for both of you. Just play it cool for now. "Grr" You wink. You would not let Shannon's sacrifice go to waste. Sara: "Okay second agenda for the evening. We have time for one more turn of Truth or Dare this evening." Everyone gathered in circle again and spun the bottle and it landed on you. Mary: "mm hmm. Baby-Doll now it’s my turn to have fun with you." "Prepare yourself! Truth or Dare!" You: “Dare!” Mary: "I dare you to sleep in a crib every night from now on and where a onesie just for tonight. You are going to look so adorable in it. Yes you are.” Mary seemed quite pleased with the notion of you being dressed like a baby. Almost as if she was attracted to it. Sara: "Ooooo. Never thought that we would do this dare the first night. Let's keep the two babies in the same room, but Shannon can sleep on a bed. It's not like she can escape anyway.” You got to brush your teeth first. The girls lead you upstairs to a room that you never noticed earlier. You opened the door and to your horror see a large nursery. It had a crib, a regular bed, a changing table big enough to hold a teenager, baby toys, and many toddler-like toys in the closet. You were curious more than shocked. The Everest's had to know about this room beforehand and Sara was an only child. Everyone made it clear that the Everest's were completely oblivious about your situation. What did they use this room for before you got here? The girls then place you into the onesie. It was pink and zipped up from the back. It also had pajama feet that made you feel really toddlerish with the diaper bulge. They then placed a pacifier on you set you into the crib where the bars and immobility from your pajamas made it hard to climb up, but you were too tired to care. Your sister was given normal pajamas and passed out immediately on a normal bed next time your crib. The girls: "Sweet dreams little babies. See you in the morning." They then turned off the lights and closed the door. You sat in the crib sucking on the pacifier while you were deep in thought. You considered all of the things that happened in a single night. -You got diapered by a bunch of preteen girls -You wet your diaper in front of mommy on Skype and begged her for diapers -Had Shannon walk you in the park like a dog while teens laughed at you -Got spanked by Shannon when your diaper leaked -Wet yourself in front of a hot pizza man -Fed Pizza in a high chair -Did homework under laxatives -Changed Shannon into a diaper and became friends -Walked in public with an exposed diaper -Sleep in a crib like a baby If this was just the first night, then the next six weeks were going to be quite the adventure. You were nervous, but also confident that you could survive this for some reason. At least you weren't through this alone. You closed your eyes as you entered a well-deserved slumber. To be continued… Dare point Tally Tonight we have a new contender You: 5 Shannon: 1

My continence nurse waned me that if I switched to nappies full time I would loose my remaining bladder control. She was right but to be honest it was better than having wet pants without warning

Chapter 4 We talked as we walked up the long drive to the house that is to be my new home, Doreen having read the dossier assembled by the Hague about me knew most all there was to know about the fighter that was I. She did not know about the person. I educated her at her request. We arrived at her house, it was nothing special by Western standards (what I now consider typical). By the standard I was accustomed to it was a palace. Roof, check. Walls, check. Plumbing, check. Electricity, check. It met all the criteria for being a palace. She unlocked the door and I walked into my new life. Getting used to country life was pretty simple, Doreen put in the work, and so did I. Maintaining a 45 acre property is no mean feat, even with few animals to tend it is still quite the job. We worked, we talked, we ate. We were two people living together, two people trying to form a family. I could not bring myself to call her Mother, we settled on Reena. Two years passed, and the summer was waning. I was about to start school, thankfully I am rather clever, and had been able to bring myself up to a reasonable grade level in accordance with my age. My diapers were a source of both friction and affection between me and Doreen. She wanted to change me more often than I was willing to allow, and was always hurt by my refusal. Most of the time I managed to change myself. On occasion I let her take control, she thought of it as bonding moments, and change me when I needed it (generally I was messy when I let her do it, I hate changing my own messy diapers). In diapers at 17 and going to a public school are challenges that I am going to face head on. I can (and have) killed men; I think that I am mentally equipped to deal with the verbal barbs from soft Western teenagers. On the first day of school I was very nervous. Not nervous in the sense that I cannot accomplish the mission, but nervous in the sense of would I belong? Blending in was always my modus operandi: get in, get out, don’t arouse suspicion, use your skills and rely on your training. But now I am the new foreign girl, with a strong accent, in a small mountain town, trying to mesh with people who can almost all call each other cousin. Yay… Doreen parked her car in the lot, and we got out. I did a quick survey of the area, looking for obvious areas of cover, areas of exposure. I realised that this was a fruitless exercise, a remnant from my past self and tried my best to stop, I couldn’t. Everywhere I looked all I saw were areas of potential for ambush, for defence. This really wasn’t getting me anywhere. Doreen looked at me, and we took off walking towards the squat concrete building that dominated the immediate area. I clocked the insane number of windows in the school, what a useless building. It was totally exposed. The solid concrete and cinderblock construction belied the inherent weakness. With this much glass there was no way anybody could defend this building from any serious attacking force. Doreen opened the door, and we walked through. There were people milling about everywhere it seemed. It was like an ant hill, at first glance utter and complete chaos, but upon closer inspection every move, of every person, had a purpose. I could appreciate that at least. We moved on, for the first time in years I was surrounded by people my own age. People my own age! I felt immediately more self conscious about the scars on my legs, arms, back, and chest, and crinkly (to me) diaper. What would they think? We kept walking and arrived at the head office. Doreen started speaking to a secretary; saying this and that, and arranged this, and no records that, and ministry of education this. Stuff I really didn’t care about. I felt my diaper warm some, as my bladder released without my consent. I cursed it internally. I have gotten used to the clammy, warm, and wet feeling between my legs. It is a constant reminder of my injury. I don’t like it, but I am used to it. Unlike when I mess myself, at least when I wet it is reasonably discreet. When I mess, I stink, it is hard not to. At least I seem to be reasonably consistent. I mess sometime early in the morning (it happens in my sleep) so I am not totally sure of the time, and right about and hour after dinner. Like wetting, messing myself and smelling gross is something else I have gotten used to. I like it even less. As much as I hate having to wear a diaper, I am at least pragmatic enough to appreciate the job that they do. I have accidents, and my diapers keep those accidents discreetly contained (to a greater or lesser degree, depending on the accident) safely and securely in my pants, so only I know what has happened, unless I mess. I still fucking hate it though. Finishing up her conversation Doreen turned and looked at me. “Well, everything is arranged. The school is going to test you, to see where you fall in the grade spectrum. If you do as well as I am supposing you will do, you will be with people like you in no time.” I looked at her, and replied in a cannibalized mix of Serbian and English. “I truly hope you mean people my age, and not people like me with regards to my condition.” She looked aghast, as if I was wrong for suggesting such a thing “OF COURSE I meant people your age, your condition has not effected your mind, despite some of the decisions you have made (That is another story for another time).” Her efforts to inject some levity into a matter that was causing me angst worked. I smiled in spite of myself. “Thanks Reena, really helpful.” “You are welcome Biserka.” Yes, I still go by Biskera. Offically? My name is Samantha, I just never took to it. I didn’t choose it; it was chosen for me. “If you have any problems, call me at work, I don’t care how small it may seem, call if you need to okay?” “Okay” She left. After that lightning conversation of Serbian, the secretary was looking at me with no small degree of confusion on her face. “Ready to go sweetie?” She spoke slowly. My English had improved significantly over the proceeding two years. I still had a very thick accent, but my comprehension and written skills were on par with the best of them. I gave her a not unfriendly nod to proceed. She led me in relative silence to a non-descript office door. Knocking she entered, and I followed. Entering the space, I was assaulted by colours. It was like someone had detonated a landmine; instead of red viscera and gore, it was a mash up of colours that gave me a headache. The secretary spoke again, “This is the office of Ms. Baker, the counselor. She will help you to decide what classes you want, and she will also be invigilating the exam to determine your placement. She just stepped out for a moment, wait here.” I nodded my understanding, and she left. I felt myself release yet again into my diaper. My diaper was wet, not dangerously so, but wet enough to let me know that I had at best 2 hours of safety left. I waited. Although most of my training has not place here, I have found ways to make use of some parts of it. Stillness, is a very hard lesson to learn, trust me I bear the marks to prove it. I learned it, and applied it here, being still and waiting whilst maintaining your situational awareness. I heard a footstep scuff the floor outside of the door. The door opened to reveal a lady dressed in a formless earth-tone dress, and a burgundy shawl, paired with glasses that went out of style in the 80’s. “Oh! You’re here, I didn’t expect you so soon.” I looked up at the clock, and back to her. School had been in session for 45 minuets already. When did she think I was going to appear? I decide to make the introductions, “Hello, my name is Sam, but please, call me Serka”. I spoke slowly and with as much precision as I could, my English isn’t horrible, but put me in an unfamiliar environment surrounded by people, I do tend to get nervous, and my diction suffers. “It is nice to meet you Serka, I am Ms. Baker.” “Happy meet to you Ms. Baker.” I reply, thinking about it again, I correct myself. “Pleased to meet you Ms. Baker.” She made a motion for me to sit down, and we got to talking. The first thing she did was mention my incontinence, and how I was to manage during school hours. There was a special change room that I was to have a key to, where I could manage my issue. Also, where I would be allowed to change for P.T. class. I suggested that instead of shorts, I be allowed to wear pants during the class, to keep anything from being seen. She agreed, and made a note of it. With that elephant excised from the room, I took a seat at her desk and she gave me a rather informal exam. The questions ranged from World history, to Canadian history, to algebra, to English, to Biology. I answered them all, and felt that I did okay. She marked the test, and looked at me over the rims of her glasses. “Serka, with marks like these, I think that you don’t belong in the 11th grade. But rather you belong in the 12th. One the advice of you mother (Doreen), we made the test up with mostly questions from higher level classes, and first year university courses. You didn’t get a perfect score, but you came pretty close. Professionally, I suggest that you ask to be placed in the 12th grade.” I looked at her surprised. I am just happy that I passes at all. Damn Reena, she had me hitting the books way harder than I needed to. Ms. Baker continued speaking, “However, personally, despite these marks I suggest that you ask to be placed with kids your own age. You may be a little bored in the classroom, but it gives you one less handicap to making friends. As the new girl, you have a steep mountain to climb. Being the new super smart girl, just makes it all the steeper.” “I need to thought on it, I mean think on it. Can you please close the lights, I am get headache.” She got up, and turned off the slights, immediately I felt better, the extremely bright colours, mixed with the harsh fluorescent lighting was playing merry hell with my head. I came to a decision.

I would love for that to happen to me sitting then instantly wetting once standing ?. I shall indeed have a long read of your link. I have started the long journey to diaper-training, I want to learn more about stents and catheters just in case I disided that the training is not for me in the end, at least this way I can still be incontant ? Why put holes in the catheter?

Chapter 10: Betrayal After a drive, which I guessed to be about twenty minutes based on Karen’s comment on the phone, the SUV parked. I heard the front doors open and close, but the back gate of the SUV didn't open. I waited, lacking other options. Perhaps ten minutes later, the gate opened. Karen immediately took the blanket and threw it over my crate, blocking out the little visibility that I had had of a non-descript parking lot. They didn't want me to know where I was. Then it hit me. Oh, shit. Shit shit shitshitshit. They were going to neuter me! I started slamming around in the cage, panicking and yelling. "Where am I? What are you going to do to me? I want to see Jenn!" The blanket in front of me lifted, and there was Jenn. "Everything is OK. I want you to relax." She opened the small hatch in front of me, and reached in, stroking my head and calming me. "Relax." Then I realized there was something being put in the front of the muzzle, and I realized I was being gagged. "Relax and open your mouth.” My Keeper's command was firm, and I felt myself calming down, along with the bulb of the silencing gag entering my mouth. Karen whispered something in Jenn's ear, causing her to smile. She paused and looked around, and then she quickly reached under her dress and quickly pulled her underwear off. She pushed the wadded up panties through the hatch, placing them in front of me. Her scent filled my nose, calming me even more. I wondered why Angie didn't include that little tidbit in the Pet-care classes… The blanket went down, and the crate was lifted down and then started rolling. I could tell we entered a building... I could see occasional white tiles as I was rolled along, and then into a room. Again, I waited, still not able to see anything but suspecting the worst. I heard someone else enter the room, a woman. "Hi. My name is Mary, and I'll be helping with the prep. This is JayJay in the crate, I assume? Which of you is JayJay's Keeper?" "Hi, I'm Jenn, and I'm his Keeper. And this is my sister Karen." "OK, first thing we need to do is get him out of the crate and into the cage on the table. I assume he's well restrained in there? Will he follow your commands?" "He's well restrained... but... he's been a Pet for less than 24 hours at this point, and I think he knows what's about to happen, so I'm not sure how cooperative he'll be..." Damn straight I wasn't going to be cooperative. They were going to remove my nuts! Screw that! I'd fight it with everything I could. "Yeah, I can understand that. It's OK, we've done this many times before. You'll just get him out, then put him on his leash, and guide him over to the cage, ok?" Without lifting the blanket, the crate was rotated and moved, I assumed closer to the cage that they intended to put me in, and I heard a whirring sound behind me. I started testing to see how fast I could scoot backwards, in the hope that I could somehow break free. I mean, I knew I was going to lose, but I was going to make my point that I did NOT approve of this plan. I heard more clanking as I got ready to give it my all. "OK, you can open the rear door now..." I heard the click, and gave it everything I could. I pushed with my hands, and tried to shuffle backwards as fast as I could. Nothing was stopping me! I kept moving back as quickly as I could, until my diapered butt hit something. I tried to stand up, and as I realized that I was still in a cage, the door in front of me was closed and locked. I saw that they had backed my crate right up to the exam cage, and as I had rushed to back out of my cage I had done the job of backing right into the exam cage. I looked up, betrayal showing on my muzzled face. Jenn moved my crate out of the way, and the woman that I assumed was Mary was standing at the side of the cage, pressing the button to raise the cage i was in back up to working height, a smile on her face. "Works every time. They all want to panic, and they play exactly into the plan. Turns the hard part into the easy part." I was beat. I allowed my front paws to be clipped to the cage, and straps pulled my legs apart. My diaper was removed. Some straps to the sides of the cage held my back end motionless. A bar from the front of the cage to my collar kept me from moving my head forwards or backwards. “Your mother dropped this off this morning… for some reason she said that you weren’t to have access to it until, as she put it, ‘the deed was done.’” I could hear some gentle laughter. The metal cage that had been on my genitals since yesterday was released with a click, and I felt someone cleaning my diaper area. I felt myself becoming aroused. “Well, looks like this is just in time! OK, he's all set. The doctor will be in shortly." Jenn came to the front of the cage and reached her hand in, stroking the side of my head around the straps holding my muzzle and gag on. "Sorry JayJay. I know you're not looking forward to this, but I think it's better to get it over with. Then we can..." She smiled. A few nerve-wracking minutes of having my head scratched and waiting helplessly later, the door opened again, and another woman entered. It was the doctor. Introductions were made. "So, JayJay is here today for neutering, right?" The doctor said it so matter-of-factly that it bothered me. She was going to cut off my balls, and she said it like she was suggesting getting a haircut. I whined through the gag, and the three woman laughed lightly. “In the unusual case of a mixed sex Bonding, you’re lucky to have a woman Keeper to a male pet, you know. In any mixed-sex Bond we always recommend that the Pet be Spayed or Neutered immediately. The increased body temperature of Pets generally causes sterility after some amount of time anyway, but when that happens varies from Pet to Pet, and the... uh... instinctual behavior of both the Pet and the Keeper usually doesn't want to wait until tests have come back indicating sterility. In the case of the male Keeper and a female Pet, which is more common, the operation to spay the female is much more involved. A female spaying, where we tie the fallopian tubes or remove the ovaries is a much more complicated surgery than a male tying of the vas deferens or removal of the testicles." Well, I guess I had that going for me at least… “Doctor, I was wondering... how usual is it for a male Pet to bond to a female?” I heard Karen ask. “I can’t think of any other Pets I know… but there must be some, right?" “Well, about five percent of bonds are mixed-sex bonds, and of that five percent, about ten percent of those are male Pets. So… about a half of a percent of Pets are males with a female keeper. So, you have a very special Bond here." She looked at Jenn and continued. “To get down to business, there are two options here, depending on your wishes. The first option is a simple vasectomy. His testicles are not removed, we just cut and clip the tubes. This is a common operation among human men, as I’m sure you’re aware. The second option is to remove his testicles, which is what usually happens to animals like dogs." I whined again, longer, a look of horror on my face. The doctor laughed. "I don't think JayJay likes that option. Removing his testicles will reduce the testosterone his body produces. We really only recommend it in cases where the Pet is overly aggressive, or acted aggressively as a human before becoming a Pet. We can also start with the vasectomy today, and if behavior is a problem we can remove the testicles later." Jenn nodded and looked at me. She reached her hand back in through the hatch, holding my face. My eyes must have shown my terror. "It's OK JayJay. I think the doctor is right. We'll do the snip-and-clip today. You get to keep your balls. Does that make you feel better?" I nodded as vigorously as I could in my restraints, her hand comforting on my head. I guess it was the least-bad option, at least. I mean, human guys had vasectomies. I knew that they were, at least sometimes, reversible. And Jenn was right... the physical attraction to her was something that I was eager to sate, and this was a path to get there. OK, it wasn't that bad. Forms were signed, prep was completed, restraints were tightened, and then I felt a prick, and then another. Soon I was numb. The operation only took about 10 minutes. As firmly restrained in the cage as I was, there was nothing I could do except wait for it to be over. The whole time, Jenn kept her hand on my head, talking to me and gently reassuring me it would all be OK. Eventually, the deed was complete. A dressing was placed, and then I was diapered again. The restraints were released, and the table was again lowered to the floor. Jenn looked my in the eyes. "You'll be a good boy and get in your crate now, right?" I nodded. Resistance was useless right now... so why bother. Not to mention I was numb, and I could start to feel a dull soreness. I was calm as the cage door was opened, and I entered my crate without complaint. I realized I now thought of it as my crate. At least the plastic sides afforded me some privacy as I lay there in the white plastic diaper and collar while post-operative care instructions were given to Jenn and Karen. I heard the Doctor talk about changing the dressing, and that I wasn’t completely ‘disarmed’ until the active sperm already in my system died, so to be careful and stick to manual stimulation for the next week. That didn’t sound so bad, I thought. Exhausted from the physical and mental drain of the mornings training, and the emotional drain of the neutering, I lay down and was soon asleep as my crate was wheeled out to the SUV.

Hmmm... good question re/ Pet lifetimes. As I said before, in my mind the changes to a Pet are the minimum needed to justify in the Keeperverse the use of the diapers, restraints, how they are treated, etc. Changing the lifetime of the Pet vs a 'normal' human doesn't seem necessary, so... I would expect that they have the same life span. Yeah, that introduces questions about geriatric pets, etc., but I'll leave that to someone else to explore if they wish! ******* Chapter 9: A Walk Outside A while later I found myself at the breakfast table. Well, not at the breakfast table, really, but under it, on my leash, which was clipped around the leg of the heavy table. Karen and Jenn had showered, and Jenn had taken off my muzzle and washed it. I had also gotten a wash cloth rubbed over my face and body, and I felt much more human… well… I guess that wasn’t the right phrase anymore. I certainly felt much better, though. Jenn had also taken the changing pad, and put me in one of the ‘Ultra Comfort’ diapers, which I found was much thinner and less noticeable between my legs. I really was more comfortable without the bulk, although it sounded much more crinkly to me. My Keeper and Karen had agreed that I didn’t need the muzzle for now, since I needed to eat anyway, and so for the first time in a while the red bars around my face were gone and I could lower my face into the silver bowl of food and eat. As long as I pretended it was just cereal, the taste wasn’t really all that bad. I thought for a second about asking to join them at the table, but I knew how that would go. I decided to accept it, as Angie had insisted that JoJo did, since I had even helped try to convince JoJo that her eating on the floor was the appropriate thing. Karma, I guess. The family talked above me, and I could hear most of the plans that were being adjusted on my account, the things that needed to get done on this Sunday, and general chatter of parents that were surprised, but happy, to have both their daughters, and an unexpected Pet, living with them for a while. I sat beside my Keeper's chair, her hand on my head, petting me. It wasn't so bad. After a leisurely breakfast, the human legs around me got up, and the table was cleared. Well, at least I was excused from cleaning the table and dishes, so I had that going for me. I lay there, my food bowl empty, content to enjoy the morning. Not like i had a choice anyway. ** It had been decided that Jenn and Karen would take me to the park and work on my training, while Joe set up the Pet run and did some other Pet-related preparations around the house. Jenn checked my diaper and declared it ‘barely wet’, while Karen put some things in a bag. I couldn’t see everything that went in, but she at least grabbed a few diapers and a package of wipes. I followed the guidance of my leash back out to the garage, where Jenn opened the rear hatch. The plastic on my diaper crinkled as I shuffled along, still getting used to the idea of having to walk on all fours for any distance. My crate was waiting, the absorbent mat that I had leaked on during the long flight and trip still in there. Jenn pulled it out and threw it away. “We’ll have to clean this better later, but it’s a short ride.” She boosted me up into the back of the SUV, and I climbed into the crate without comment. I hoped to prove my trustworthiness today, so that perhaps I could not have to wear all the restraints all the time. Jenn tossed my leash in without out unclipping it. The cage door closed, the SUV tailgate closed, and Karen and my Keeper climbed into the front. I have no idea who was driving, of course. It was indeed a short ride, and soon the back of the SUV opened. I had to wait until the crate door was opened and I could climb back out that I could see we were at a large park. Jenn helped me climb out of the SUV, and I looked around. There were a number of baseball fields on one side, and soccer fields on the other, with little kids running after a variety of balls in slightly organized chaos. Directly in front, what looked like a series of large fenced in grassy pens had bunch of dogs and Pets running around, playing with balls and frisbees, and generally having a good time. Many of the owners and Keepers were gathered on the sides, chatting, as their dogs and Pets ran around. Karen pulled out the red muzzle and handed it to Jenn. “He should be wearing this, especially around others.” I immediately protested. “Oh come on, I don’t need a muzzle. Please don’t put that on me.” “Do you want the gag too?” Jenn's response shut me up, and I allowed the cage of the muzzle to be held to my lower face as straps of the muzzle were tightened around my head and locked. “It’s not fair. The dogs over there don’t have to wear a muzzle.” It was Karen who replied, the annoyance clear in her voice. “They don't have to wear a diaper, either." Ouch. "You know damn well that the dogs over there are more trustable than you are, and probably better trained than you are, and even after you’re well trained you’ll still do dumb things if you’re allowed to. Now, let’s stop with the protesting and start with the training, so that maybe one day you don’t need the muzzle. Right?" I was cowed. I mean, she was right of course. I felt exposed and embarrassed, out in the open around the public for really the first time. I was naked, wearing only the red muzzle and leather restraints on my arms and legs and the crinkling white plastic diaper between my legs, the yellow stripe of which was turning blue telling everyone who could see me that I couldn't control myself. I tried to hide behind my Keeper. Karen noticed, of course. "He's skittish because he's afraid what the people here will think of him. Right JayJay?" I nodded. "Well, he needs to stop thinking of himself as a human. He's a Pet, and people won't think anything is out of the ordinary. Let's go." I felt my Keeper pull me to be beside here, and then on a very short leash I was guided towards the gate of one of the less crowded pens. Jenn opened one gate and we entered a small area. She closed and latched the outer gate before opening the inner gate. The double-gated entry ensured that none of the animals on the inside could escape as we entered. The thought that I was now one of the animals that this was designed to keep contained gave me the shivers as the clang of the inside gate announced our arrival. Soon we were inside, and I was lead over across the grass to an empty shady area. Jenn clipped my leash to one of the many rings mounted conveniently on the fence posts around the pen, and they proceeded to spread out a blanket. I waited, watching the animals playing. Some were dogs, wearing only a collar, while some were Pets, with a diaper and a collar and a variety of levels of restraints. Most of the Pets wore mitts or paws. Only a few wore muzzles or were on all fours. I lowered my head in shame. I couldn't be trusted. Karen looked at Jenn. “OK, let’s remember the Four C's: Concise, Clear, Calm, and Consistent. Let's start by getting him to sit.” My Keeper looked at me. “Sit.” I mean, I know what I was supposed to do… being told to sit didn’t take even a dog brain… but I knew what Karen was getting at, and knew that having Jenn be a good Keeper was in my best interest. So I looked at her and said with a smile, “No.” Karen grinned. We had been to the same classes after all, and we both remembered when one of the Pets doing a demonstration had done exactly this. Angie had been clear that the fault was with the Keeper, not the Pet. “Your voice must have authority. You must command him, not ask him, and not leave room for doubt. His disobedience is not his fault, and in this case I know he’s making a point. Try again. Command him.” Jenn smiled and looked directly at me. “Sit.” This time there was something in the tone of her voice that hit something under my consciousness and I immediately responded to my Keeper's command. I sat, my bottom on the ground, arms straight looking at her with a smile through the muzzle. "Lay down." She learned fast. I was down on my stomach, arms bent and under me, legs splayed, before I had a conscious though about it. I felt a tingling... her control over me had touched something that gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling. I felt a tightening as I filled out the chastity cage. It was definitely a turn on. My Keeper shivered a little, and Karen noticed. "Did you feel something?" "Uh... when he responded like that... it was rather... exciting to have that control." "Yeah, that's an important part of the Pet and Keeper bond... and why he's in a chastity cage, which by the way he's moving is probably causing him some discomfort right now?" She looked at me, eye raised. I nodded. "So good. That why he listens to you, and why you'll want to take care of you. There's something deep inside that makes this work, and physically you both respond when it does." She paused. "OK, those are the easy commands," Karen said. "Since he's been to class, let's ask him what commands he should expect his trainer to know. JayJay?" looked at Karen. "Ummm.... Sit, stay, lie down, heel... ummm... " Karen looked at me. She knew I knew, of course. "Stop, kennel up, diaper time, on fours..." Karen smiled. "Good start. I'd add, "Quiet" to the list. After this morning, you might both want to learn that one." She had a Cheshire-cat sized grin on her face. "The first exercise is for both of you. Jenn, I want to tell him to 'Sit, 'On Fours', and 'Lie Down', in random order. Start slow. You can leave his leash hooked; he doesn't need to go anyplace. JayJay, if you remember, part of this exercise was for you to figure out how to easily move between the positions, and to do so without thinking, right?" I nodded. Jenn looked at me, and I heard my Keeper say, "Sit". I rolled around a little, until I was able to get my arms under me and get into a sitting position. "Lay down." Back down I went. "Sit." Her voice wasn't right. "No." Karen laughed. "Sit." That was her Keeper voice. I sat. "On Fours." I went to all fours. "Lay down." Tone isn't right. "No." "Lay down." I was down. This happened for must what have been 20 minutes... up, down, sit, it went on and on. About halfway through I ran out of opportunities to say “No”, as every command she gave was the right tone, and I responded without thinking. Also, I was learning how to move more smoothly, as I knew I was supposed to, with practice. I was sweating with the effort as I tried to react as I knew I should to make my Keeper proud. Finally, Karen called time. Both Jenn and I sighed in relief, both clearly excited by the control she had shown over me. Karen brought a water bottle over and gave me a long drink through the muzzle. Jenn got a bottle of her own, sitting on the blanket for a few minutes and resting while we watched the other animals play, my leash clipped to the pole. At one point, a frisbee being tossed for a dog drifted over towards me, almost hitting Jenn in the head, and I got another reminder of why I was in restraints and on a leash. My response to seeing my Keeper almost being hit raised a reaction in me so fast that I didn't even realize that I was trying to go after the young woman who had thrown it over the head of her dog until I reached the end of my leash and was jerked backwards. I wasn't until my Keeper had calmed me down and gotten me re-focused that I realized that like a dog chasing a car, I had no idea what I was going to do if I caught the woman. I was just reacting. I hoped that my Keeper could help tame these behaviors that I knew I had, but I saw all too clearly why society had decided that treating those on my end of the Bond as un-trustable animals to be leashed and restrained was not an unreasonable compromise. I could never live on my own again, and I knew it. The warm, squishy mass between my legs showed it. I was a Pet, dependent on my Keeper. Karen's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "OK, break's over. Let's move to the next step. Heel. This is important when you're walking him. The goal of this exercise here is to get him accustomed to how you walk and move, so that he can stay beside you without being a problem, and you both know where he should be, and will be, at any point in time. OK? While it’s his job to stay beside you, it’s your job to give him the subtle hints to let him know what you intend." Jenn nodded. "OK, take his leash. Stand next to him, with him on your left side, and tell him in your Keeper's voice to heel. Since you’re right handed, you will usually want him on on your left side, and the leash in your left hand, so that you can use your right hand for other things." Jenn got up and unclipped my leash from the pole. She stood beside me, holding my leash only a few inches from my collar. "Heel". It was a good command and I responded quickly, moving to her side, ready to walk. "Now smoothly start walking forward. Go a few steps, and stop. Wait, and then start again. Over to the fence." Suddenly my collar was jerked forward, and I stumbled forward, trying to get my hands and legs under me and moving, when just as suddenly I was jerked back again. "Ouch!" I said. "Jenn, be gentle! He's not used to this yet, OK? Start slowly and stop slowly, so that he learns your signals and can work with you. You're working together on this. This really is a ’together’ thing, OK?" Jenn looked down at me, and I could see the concern on her face. "Sorry. Can we try it again?" I nodded. "Heel." This time I felt a gentle nudge on my collar and I started walking forward. I more felt in sync with my keeper. I felt a gentle pull back on my collar, and I stopped. Jenn looked at Karen for guidance. "Much better. Let's keep going, all the way to the fence. Start smoothly, walk for a few paces, and stop." I felt the gently pull on my collar, and started walking. A few steps later, a gently pull back, and I stopped. Start, stop, start, stop. Soon we were walking in sync... well, mostly, I stumbled here and there as she sometimes caught me off guard, and my still-awkward gate on all fours wasn’t helping. Soon we reached the fence. Jenn looked to Karen. "Um, how do I turn?" "Guide him with the leash. He's on your left, so if you want to turn to the left you give gentle guidance back, and to the left, with the leash. If you want to go to the right, pull him ahead, and to the right. Gently. Smoothly." I felt the collar pull me forward, and I was guided to the right, and I walked around my Keeper while she pivoted in place. With my legs bound, I felt awkward trying to both move and turn, but my Keeper kept a gentle and patient pressure on my leash. When we were facing back towards our blanked, the pull straightened out, and we started back the way we had come. Stop. Start. Turn to the left. Stop. Start. Turn to the right. A ball went by, and just as I thought about running after it to throw it back to the person who had thrown it, I felt my Keeper's grasp on my leash tighten. I kept focus. Damn, was I really that easy to distract? I mean the frisbee had almost hit Jenn, so I could see my reacting to that, but I couldn't believe that I was being distracted just by a ball. What was I, a cat? Would I dance to a freaking laser pointer? How could I please my Keeper if every flashy or moving bright color was a distraction? Could I keep focus at all? Was I destined to be just the dog from the movie that kept saying, "Squirrel!", or could I get beyond that? The more insistent tug on my leash answered the question as I realized I had stopped moving. I was being distracted by my own distraction. I moved up to where my Keeper was waiting, where she held my leash a little shorter. Despite that and a few other exceptions, I wasn't really doing that badly keeping focus and moving with her but we definitely needed some practice to keep it smooth, especially in the turns. Finally we made it back to the blanket. Jenn clipped my leash to the pole, and we had more water. "His diaper is pretty wet, Jenn. You might want to change it. Not a big risk if there's a leak out here, but you'll need to get in the habit of checking his diaper and changing it when needed." "He won't tell me?" "It depends. At first, JoJo told Angie immediately when her diaper was even a little wet, so Angie started ignoring her and just checking her when she felt like it. Eventually JoJo stopped asking. Other Pets are more reasonable, I hear." She looked pointed at me. I took the hint. "Could you please change me, Jenn?" Karen pulled a changing mat out of the bag, as well as a diaper and wipes. "The command you should always use is, 'Diaper time', and point at where you want him to go." My Keeper pointed at the mat that was spread out. "Diaper time." I immediately went to the mat and rolled over onto my back, my wet diaper presented for servicing. I looked around. "It's so... public here. Do we have to do this here?" Jenn's response was immediate and firm. "Yes, my Pet, we will change your diaper right here. You're a Pet, and Pets can have their diapers changed anywhere. Right, Karen?" The command tone of her voice quelled any rebellion that may have been growing in my mind. Karen just smiled. "Lift up." My Keeper slipped the dry diaper under me, and quickly popped the tapes. I heard Karen's phone ring, and it distracted me as Jenn removed the wet diaper, gave me a quick wipe, and taped up the dry diaper. I heard Karen on the phone. "Really, right now?” Pause. "We can be there in about 20 minutes, ok?" Karen looked at Jenn, a smile on her face. "OK, Mom, see you there." Karen hung up the phone. "We have a little errand we need to run. Let's go. You get him to the car and I'll grab this." Jenn looked at her quizzically, but Karen just smiled. Jenn unhooked my leash from the ring, and with a "Heel" command started walking while Karen packed up the changing pad, used diaper, blanket, and the rest of our stuff. I practiced walking on the tight leash next to my Keeper as we crossed the grass, exiting the double gate of the pen. The rear gate of the SUV opened with a push of the remote button in Jenn's hand, and she helped me up into the crate in the back, locking the crate door. Karen was just walking up and placed the bags she was carrying next to me in the back of the SUV. Soon we were on our way, and I had no clue where.

Double chapter dump. They're short. Chapter 7: Takeoff The van eventually got to the airport, and the luggage was removed. For a second I thought they had forgotten me, until I heard Joe behind me. “OK, got the cart. Let’s the the crate on it first.” The crate slid back, and I was placed on a luggage cart sideways. The rest of the luggage joined me on the cart, and I was wheeled into the terminal, facing sideways on the cart. I could see the usual hustle and bustle of people checking in for their flights, but the perspective of looking at it through a wire mesh was different. I noticed a few other Pets… I mean, I knew that people flew with Pets, but hadn’t taken much notice of it before. I saw one other Pet in a crate like mine, and two others, one male and one female, on leashes that were clipped to convenient rings on the check-in counter. I hadn’t really noticed all the Pet-specific things before, but now it all seemed to stand out. Soon the other Pets were out of my view, and all I could see was the orange front of a check-in counter. I wish they would turn the crate so I could see forward, but muzzled as I was I couldn’t even ask. I heard an unfamiliar woman's voice. “Hi, welcome to NorthEast. Checking bags?” I heard Joe’s voice. “Yes, four bags and one Pet.” “Ok, no problem. Do you need to print tickets, or do you already have them?” “Need to print them. We didn’t get the Pet checked in online, because he was just Bound today, so we were told to come early to take care of it.” “Today? Wow, congratulations. Who’s the lucky new Keeper?” Jenn must have raised her hand or something. “Well, to celebrate, let me see what I can do.” There was a long pause. "I do have some seats in first class that happen to be available… would you like them?” “Yes, please!” I heard four voices in unison. I shifted around, trying to get a glimpse of what was going on, but the view out the end of the crate was limited to the check-in counter. Grumbling, I reflected on how their fortune in being upgraded to first class was balanced by my downgrade to Pet class. I hoped they enjoyed it, but I sure wasn't. “Done. OK, place the luggage here on the scales and I’ll get them tagged, and then we’ll get your new Pet checked in.” There was fumbling, and the bags around me were removed. “Ok, what’s the Pet’s name? He's registered now, right? Is he chipped?” “JayJay, and yes he’s registered and chipped. Here are his papers.” “If he's chipped I don’t need the papers. I’ll just read the chip. Saves a lot of typing.” Another pause, and then a ‘beeeeep’ from just outside my crate. “Yup, all good. The difficult part can be when the registration hasn’t been completed yet, or hasn’t made it into the government system that we check against. Then, the paperwork mounts up. But in this case, it’s easy. One last thing… let’s check Pet safety.” I saw the agent’s face through the mesh for the first time. I realized I was laying on what were obviously my Keeper’s used panties and bra, which for some reason caused me to blush more than the fact that I was wearing a diaper in a cage. “Hi there JayJay! OK, I see he’s muzzled, good. And he has food and water that won’t spill and that he can access through the muzzle, check. Diaper, check. OK, let’s get the bag tags on him…” The face disappeared, and a few seconds later I heard the sound of the bag tracking stickers being stuck to the outside. I was checked luggage. My Keeper’s head appeared in front of me, looking into my crate. She stuck a finger through the mesh, and I moved forward to touch it with my cheek. She gave me a little scratch. The contact felt great. “You’re a Good Boy. I’m so happy you’re my Pet. Don’t worry, I’ll be there to get you at the end of the flight, and then we have a whole life together. You’re a Good Boy." I drank in the approval like a... well, like a Pet basking in his Keeper's praising voice. There was nothing else like it I had even imagined, never mind experienced. The most addictive drug couldn't possibly compare to my Keeper talking like that. Her head was replaced my Karen’s head. “Hi Jef…JayJay. Don’t forget about the video player. There’s a special message in there from Jenn. Have a good flight. We’ll have a drink in your honor.” Then, the crate began to move, and then I was behind the check-in counter, and then on the conveyer belt. Several up, down, and arounds later, I arrived in an area with piles of bags. I heard another beep, and then I was moved over onto a luggage trailer with a bunch of other bags. I was facing out, and watched the hustle and bustle of the luggage transfer area. Workers scan, stacked, and moved bags. There were a few Pet crates that I saw, but mostly piles and piles of bags. Sometime later, the trailer began to move, and we wound through the airport, arriving at a plane. My crate was lifted off the trailer and moved up the luggage belt, and into the luggage compartment. I was mildly interested to see the inside of the luggage part of the plane, but had really not expected to see it as luggage. I heard someone say, “Two Pets, two dogs in the climate controlled section.” My crate slid back, and was fixed in place. I heard a dog whimpering somewhere beside me, but couldn’t see anything. The lighting went low. The dog started to howl. Oh man. Why did they require that _I_ wore a muzzle, but the damn _dog_ didn’t need to wear a muzzle? I decided to see what was on the video player. It was positioned at the front side of the cage, and I found that if I lay on my side, I could see it easily. There were three big buttons… the symbols were clearly power, channel, and volume. I pressed the power button, and ‘PetTV’ flashed on the screen. Great. A guide came up, and instructions showed me how to select what I wanted to watch using the channel button… one click for next, two quick clicks for previous, and hold to go back to the guide. Not bad. Then I saw what the options were. The first few options were labeled ‘Educational’. There were options like ‘So you’re a Pet, what now?’ ‘Adapting to Your New Pet Life’, ‘Keeping your Keeper Happy’, ‘Gaining Control of Your Instincts, an Introduction’, and ‘Public Behavior Expectations for Pets: How to be a Good Boy or Girl’. I scrolled on, hoping to find something more entertaining. TV Shows. “It’s a Pet Life.” “Stranger Pets.” “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous Pets.” I scrolled on. Movies. “When Harry Met His Pet.” “Clifford the Red Headed Pet.” “The Princess Pet.” Well, at least the theme was clear. The last section was titled, “From Your Keeper”. What was this? This must be what Karen had meant. I played the first video, just titled, “1”. I saw the face of my Keeper. She was smiling. “I hope you’re having a good flight.” Her voice! Even though I knew it was recorded, it still made me feel warm and happy, and I nuzzled the panties to get her scent as well. “I’m recording this while you’re sleeping in the cage with JoJo. Angie is so kind, and is helping me make this message for you. If you miss me during the flight, you can watch this and maybe you’ll feel a little better. I’m going to record several videos here, and each of these is supposed to help you with your adjustment. A Good Boy would watch these on the flight. You’re a Good Boy, right? You want to be a Good Boy? Watch these a few times.” My Keeper made a video for me? Oh hell yes I wanted to watch them! Anything to see her and fear her voice. I felt warm and fuzzy as the next video started. I nuzzled into her clothes again, inhaling her scent. In this video, she started again telling me what a Good Boy I was, and how if I wanted to make her happy I should listen carefully. Most of her words seemed to pass right by me, but I enjoyed the sound of her voice, and I felt relaxed. In my conscious mind, I knew that this was all part of the imprinting and training a new Pet went through, and I felt a tinge of sadness as I remembered the life I was leaving behind, but the warm sound of my Keeper’s voice and her scent was enough to keep me relaxed. I thought of how she was close… perhaps just above me in the plane, and ignored the motion as the plane started to push back from the gate. As the plane took off, the second video started, and again my Keeper told me that I was a Good Boy, and that if I listened to this video maybe I’d feel a little bit better about being a Pet. And, while I listened to her voice and watched her beautiful face on the video screen, I definitely did. ** There was a sudden bump, and I jumped from my deep sleep, trying to get out of my bed. I discovered I couldn’t move, and it was still dark. Why couldn’t I move? I tried to scream, but no sound came out. Where was Karen? Wait, why was I in a cage? My panic rose until… Oh. I was in a cage. The memories of the previous day came rushing back, giving reason to the dark, restrictive space I was in, and the sounds around me. I tried to relax as the plane slowed and taxied to the San Francisco airport arrival gate. The dog next to me picked up his barking and howling again, and I thought for the second time about the unfairness of the rules that let him make as much noise as he wanted, while my muzzle kept me silent. Thinking of the muzzle made me realize I was very thirsty, I found the nipple for the water and figured out how to plug it to the front of the muzzle. Sucking delivered some water, and I drank until I felt much better. Curious, I moved to the second nipple, and plugged that in. A suck this time delivered… something… that tasted vaguely like chocolate pudding. I had some more, not having eaten since I had been fed lunch. It didn’t taste that bad, really. Some more water to wash it down and then… wait. And wait. The cargo door opened and the luggage, including me in my crate, was unloaded. I waited. I was taken to the luggage handling area. And waited. Finally I was placed on a conveyor belt, and found myself at the ‘Oversize Luggage and Pets’ counter. I got up on all four… paws, I guess… and waited eagerly for my Keeper. Then, the moment I had been waiting for. My Keeper! I saw her approach the counter, but I couldn’t see what happened. Soon, my crate was lifted, and began to move. I was filled with disappointment… my Keeper hadn’t even said “Hi” to me. And then her head appeared in front of me. “How are you doing, my Pet?” The sight of her filled me with joy, and my huge smile must have been visible even around the muzzle. “Were you a Good Boy? Did you watch the videos?” I nodded vigorously. I was a Good Boy. I would always be a Good Boy for my Keeper. “Good Boy. It’s about an hour drive home, OK? Wow, you definitely need a diaper change. We’ll take care of that when we get there.” I realized that my diaper was very, very swollen, bulging white between my legs. It had leaked as well, and there was a wet spot on the pad under me. Oh well. Not like there was anything I could do about it. My crate continued moving, up to and onto the Sky Train. I saw two Pets being let out of their crates, stretching their legs and bodies after their flights. One female Pet was having her diaper changed on the floor, off to the side. A few other Pets were walking beside their Keepers on leashes, some on two legs, some on four. I wished that my Keeper would let me out, but I knew that there was no way I’d be trusted to behave like that. It was better for me to be in the cage for now. That way I didn’t have to worry about hurting anyone, or doing anything stupid. I was loaded into the back of the Buxton's SUV with the rest of the luggage, and we set off. Lacking anything better to do, I turned on one of the videos my Keeper had made for me and fell asleep again to the sound of her voice, my nose buried in her comforting scent. ** I woke sometime later. A car door had closed. The car was not running. Soon the rear hatch opened, and luggage was pulled out. My crate was swung around so I could see out, and the first person I saw was my Keeper. I was bleary eyed, but the sight of her was reassuring. I heard her reassuring voice that everything was OK, and that I was home. She unlocked and opened the hatch in front, and reached in to clip my leash to my collar. She clipped the leash to something on the outside of the crate, keeping my face pressed up against the front, and then the crate was rotated again, so that the door was facing the back of the SUV. I heard it click open, and the tired voice of my Keeper reassured me and kept me calm as my ankles were clipped to my thighs. The leash was released from the front, and I was guided back, out of the crate, into the SUV. Joe was there, and lifted me down to the ground. Too tired to think, I just followed the pull of the leash into the house, and into a room near the entrance. A Pet cage was set up. I wasn’t going to argue, and started to enter the cage when my leash jerked back. I saw a cushioned changing pad on the tile floor which my Keeper was guiding me to. Realizing I’d be much more comfortable if the diaper I’d been wearing since Boston were removed, I went over and lay down. I cooperated as much as possible as she removed my sodden and leaky diaper and cleaned me up. I managed to not pee on her this time. I smelled the scent of… baby powder?… before the comforting bulk of a dry diaper was pulled up between my legs. Did I just think of a diaper as comforting? Whatever. I just wanted to go to back to sleep, and as soon as I was allowed I rolled over and entered the cage. I heard “Kennel Up”, but I was already halfway in. The door closed. My Keeper reached through a hatch to remove my leash. I lay down and quickly was back asleep again. Chapter 8: Awakening I woke early in the morning, my body still being on East coast time. I reached to put an arm over Karen as I did every morning, but only the feel of the leather restraints and the cold metal mesh side of the cage greeted me. It took me a second to figure out why I was in a cage, but at least this time I didn’t panic. The house was quiet and dark, and I rolled over onto my paws to look around. The cage I was in was very similar to JoJo’s cage, with narrowly spaced shiny metal bars all around. Maybe I could get a finger through the space between the bars… well, I could if my hand weren’t in the paws. I saw a few places where hatches could be opened at the top, and a little door in the door. The cage was pretty large, and I could turn around comfortably in it. If I sat back on my feet, my wet diaper and front paws on the floor of the cage, my head was just barely kept down by the mesh top of the cage. On the front door, I could see a padlock… I wonder why that was necessary? It’s not like I could get out… based on the design of JoJo’s cage, I knew that there was no way I was going to be able to manipulate the door latch from the inside. Looking out into the dim lighting of the room, lit by a nightlight by the door, I realized I was in what was probably a combination storage room and laundry. The door was open a little, but I couldn’t see out of the room. Stacks of dry goods from a warehouse store were piled against the far wall. Next to me was what I assumed was a washer or dryer… I couldn’t tell which from inside my cage. Through the mesh top of the cage I could see the changing mat that had been used last night, as well as two cases of diapers… one that I could barely read “Extended Wear” on the package, and one that read “Ultra Comfort for your Pet”. There were also a few bags that I couldn't tell what they held. My muzzle was still on, and I realized I was thirsty. I looked around the cage to see if there was a water bottle that I could use, but I didn’t see anything. And that was the end of what I could do. I lay back down, finding a comfortable position on the soft foam rubber bottom of the cage, and thought about my Keeper. I wanted to make her happy. As I thought happy thoughts about my Keeper, I felt warm and cozy, and drifted back to sleep, my diaper growing warmer. ** I awoke later to the creak of the room door being opened wider. I jumped up immediately when I realized it was my Keeper! “Hi, Pet. Have a good sleep?” She came in, and knelt down next to my cage. She opened the hatch in the front, and reached in to touch my face, and then scratch my head. I was so excited to see her, and I pressed my head forward into her touch, reveling in her scent. I felt my diaper getting warm, which I knew from classes was a normal Pet reaction to strong emotions. “If I take your gag out we need to stay quiet, OK? Everyone else is still sleeping I think. I missed you, though.” I nodded, and kept my head still as she pulled out the gag, but leaving my muzzle on. My first words were, “It’s good to see you, but I’m really thirsty.” She looked surprised, then looking at the cage realized I had no water. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I completely spaced on it last night. You had water in the crate, and I didn’t realize that Randy hadn’t added the water bottle to the cage. I’m so sorry, I’ll be right back.” Standing up, she took something off the top of the crate, and left the room. I heard water running, and then she returned with the water bottle. She slid it into a mount on the front of the cage beside the door, and a nipple protruded through to where I could reach it. I immediate drank half the bottle, as I felt her hand stroking the side of my head. “Dad asked our neighbor, Randy, to help get this set up last night before we got home. He has a pet of his own. Once everything was delivered Randy brought it in for us and got everything ready, so that when we got home last night we could just fall into bed and not have to worry about setting up your cage and everything.” "Ah. That explains it." I paused. "Can I ask you a question?" Jenn looked at me curiously. "Of course. What?" "What should I call you? I mean, JoJo called Angie by her name, but other Keepers like being referred to as just Keeper, or some other title. Do I call you Jenn? Or Jennifer? Or Keeper? Or something else?" She looked at me with her deep green eyes, and continued to stroke the side of my face, around the muzzle straps. "I'm not hung up on it. You can call me Jenn. Everyone else does." She paused. "To be honest, I have a problem with the way some Keepers treat the people they're Bound to. I don't like the idea that somehow you're my property, and that you'd have to address me some way to keep rubbing it in. You need me to keep you safe, and I have a need to keep you safe, but, well, you're not an animal. I want to care for you more than I've cared for anyone in my life, but I never wanted to own you, in the property sense. I still think that’s a little messed up." As she talked, I felt something building that I hadn’t felt yesterday. I wanted her badly. I felt lust. I wanted to mate. I turned my head, and could smell her on her hand. The smell was strong. I stuck out my tongue and licked her hand through the bars of the plastic muzzle. She jumped at first, pulling her hand away, but then laughed, as I realized that I could taste her on her hand. She stuck her hand back in and allowed me to lick her hand. It tasted amazing. I could feel the pressure in the metal chastity device that I was wearing grow. “I can… taste you? On your hand?” I immediately blushed and lowered my head. I couldn’t believe I had said that. I mean, I had basically just accused her of masturbating. Of course I had to go and say that right after her talk about how I wasn’t actually an animal, a sentiment that I very much appreciated, but was doing my best to undermine. She smiled. “I don’t know that much about Pets yet, but I do know that there is a strong physical attraction. Just thinking about you down here, in your cage… waiting for me…” She reached her hand into her pajamas, and pulled it back out. She stuck a finger through the front of my muzzle. Her scent was even stronger, and I eagerly licked her hand. She wiped another finger on the muzzle, right in front of my nose. “If you let me out… ” I said, but she gestured at the lock on the door. I laughed. "So the lock is not there to keep me in, really?" She smiled. "I think my Mom is a little worried about my control, never mind yours." “If you remove my muzzle, maybe I can get close enough… through the cage…” "I don't have the key to your muzzle either." "Wow, I think your Mom trusts you less than she trusts me!" I pressed my face up against the bars at the front, my tongue reaching out and just touching the bars of the cage through the muzzle, trying to get close to her. I could see my Keeper thinking about it, trying to figure out how to get us close enough. She closed the room door, and then dropped her pajama bottoms. I could see the neatly trimmed object of my lust. She tried a few positions, trying to position herself on the cage in a way that would give me access. I jammed my face against the cage, near wherever she was, trying to get close. She ended up with one leg on the top of the cage, the other on the floor, the top edge of my cage nestled in her mound. She was moving back and forth, moaning, as I excitedly tried to force my muzzled face as close as possible. I couldn’t quite get there, letting out what was best described as a frustrated whine. It didn’t take long before I sensed her tensing in an orgasm, her strongly scented juices running down the cage bars just out of my tongue’s reach. Then another orgasm. I was in pain as I strained in the metal cage on my genitals, and I yelped as I keep pushing toward her, driven by instinct to get to her. Her fingers were gripping the mesh of my cage, and I licked them, as close as I could get to her scent, as her orgasm rolled along. She paused suddenly, hearing a knock at the door, trying to control herself as the end of the orgasm rippled though her body. “Yes?” I heard her answer in a tentative, shaky voice. I was still trying to get my tongue to her as she paused there, a combination of yips, whines, and moans alternately escaping my mouth in my unabated excitement. “Are you decent?” I heard Karen’s voice. That caused me to pause a little. If my girlfriend caught me doing this… no, wait. That wasn’t right. I paused in confusion. Jenn was off the cage, pulling her pajama bottoms back up. “Uh… yes…" The door opened. “Ahem.” Karen was standing there. “I guess it was a good thing that we padlocked the cage, eh?” Jenn blushed. “Urm… yeah… I mean… well…” Karen smiled. “I know. I mean, I’ve heard Angie and JoJo when they are going at each other and… well, you have things in common with Angie. Let’s just say that I happen to know that she has a Pet gag that she bought for herself, so that she wouldn’t disturb Jeff and I... or the neighbors… or the whole county, really…” Jenn’s blush deepened. “I was… trying to be quiet.” Karen’s smile got bigger. “Well, I’m pretty sure Mom just hid the key to his chastity cage even better, if you know what I mean.” She looked over at me and her smile dropped. “What’s wrong, Je..JayJay?” I was shaking. On the one hand, the scent of my Keeper on my muzzle was driving me wild, and all I wanted to do was jump her and make like animals. On the other hand Karen was my girlfriend. Almost my fiancé. My conscious thinking about what activities were acceptable said that this was so completely unacceptable and wrong. My feelings tore at each other. I lowered my head. “I’m sorry Karen, but her scent… I can’t resist her.” Karen’s eyes softened in understanding. She came over and knelt in front of the cage, reaching through the still-opened hatch in the front door to stroke my face. She looked at Jenn. “Can you give us a moment?” Jenn nodded and left, closing the door behind her. Her voice was calm and kind, and she looked at me with caring eyes. “It’s OK. There’s no reason to be sorry, or ashamed. I still love you too, but it’s different now. You found your Keeper. I will still do everything I can to make sure you’re safe and happy, and I think you feel the same about me, right?” She paused and I nodded. “But Jennifer here is now your Keeper. You belong to her. You are owned by her. Her needs and thoughts should be first in your mind.” She was looking straight into my eyes, holding my head, and her message sank in. Both of us shed a tear. “I know, Karen, but… I still have a hard time thinking of you as anyone but the one I was going to marry.” Her face grew stern as she gathered her resolve. “I need to be clear, for the sanity of both of us. You are now a Pet. You’re my sister’s Pet. I won’t be marrying a Pet. I will love and care for that Pet, but that’s all you are now to me, alright? A loved Pet.” I knew this was true, but it hurt to hear. The pain was necessary, and I felt release from the mental anguish as she spoke the words that I knew to be true but couldn’t face. “We can still be good friends, right? Like JoJo and I?” “Even better. In time… well, we’re sisters. While she owns you, we share everything. And I know you have some… skills… that I’d hate to miss out on, if you know what I mean.” She showed me a large sly grin on her face, and my heart felt lighter. “We will be friends, and I love you, but as a Pet. You need to do what you need to do as a Pet as well, OK?” I nodded. “No, don’t just nod. Tell me that you understand in your own words.” My head bowed, I said the words. “I understand. I’m a Pet. We won’t be getting married, because I’m your sister’s Pet.” I looked up into her eyes and smiled. “But we will always be friends." She smiled, and put a kiss on her hand which she touched to my forehead. It was the best I could have asked for, and I smiled and relaxed. Karen opened the door, and Jenn was there waiting. “All better,” Karen told her, and gave her a hug. They came back into the room together. I looked up. “Could you… wash the muzzle and cage? I… can barely keep myself together.” Karen looked questioningly at me, while Jenn blushed. “Her scent… she wiped on my muzzle... so strong… please… I’m so excited it hurts.” Karen laughed while Jenn blushed a deep crimson..

As a person who has a legitimate bedwetting problem, I'll never understand why people want to purposely wet the bed. Sent from my SM-N950U using Tapatalk

DON'T, please don't wish for that. As a lifelong bedwetter, when it happens every night, it isn't fun. The fun bit is being naughty, and flooding your nappy without a care whether it leaks or not, and feeling the warmth spread out and the wet trickle everywhere.