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He sat on the couch, waiting, the ice tinkling against the side of his glass of scotch. She'd be home soon, and undoubtedly she would have forgotten her place. She always forgot her place when she visited her family. Something about a week without spankings, without the weight of her collar around her neck, without her lips around his cock. It made her forget what truly brought her joy in life. But at the same time, he knew that she would be looking forward to being put back in her place. In the den, her cage waited. A dog kennel, but decorated with pink pillows and Christmas lights, her special place when she was being naughty... or if he just felt like admiring his property on display. His mind drifted back to a lifestyle party where everyone got to admire her in her nakedness. The tattoos on her soft skin, the line of drool coming from one corner of that gagged mouth as she shivered in her cage. The jingle of keys in the doorknob brought him back to reality. He checked his pocket for her pacifier. He had a feeling she'd be needing it. "I'm home!" Her giggles filled the house as she stumbled in, dropping her backpack on the floor. She kicked her shoes off and headed for the living room, discarding her coat and socks along the way. His lovely pet had been home less than a minute, and already there was a mess to clean up. But her beaming smile and her shining eyes were lovely. "Did you have a good trip, princess?" He used his pet name for her intentionally, to give her a chance to submit, to notice that she had already messed up - before things got worse. "I did, hun!" Strike one. "I did so much shopping! It was really great to be home, it honestly felt for a little bit like I had never left. The town hasn't changed at all." She flopped down on the couch next to him, putting her feet up on the table. Strike two. "Princess." His voice held only the barest hint of warning, but it was there. "You appear to have made a bit of a mess on your way in, would you like to take care of that?" "Oh I will, later. I'm so exhausted from the flight! There was this old lady who would not stop talking to me, even though I made a show of putting in my earbuds. She just kept tapping me on the leg and prattling on about- " Strike three. "Princess. You will go to the door, you will pick up all the things that you have tossed on the floor, and you will put them away neatly. You are not at your parent's house, I'm your Daddy, not your father." He could practically see the wheels turning in her head. Her posture shift as his words tingled in her princess places. Deciding if she wanted to submit... or resist. Folded arms. A scowl forming. A deep breath... Here it came. "I won't!" Her cheeks puffed out slightly as she slumped. "I just got back and I don't wanna clean. I didn't have to clean anything for a whole week and I don't want to right now!" Her voice wavered, bordering on a whine at the end. "I'll clean it up later, I'm tired! I- " Between words, he popped the bulb of the lavender pacifier that read "Mute Button" in her mouth, deepening her glower. Instantly, she spit it out, the paci clattering to the floor - more litter by a spoiled girl. He said only one word, drawn out. A warning tone. "Princess." "No! I'm not a baby, you can't just make me shut up whenever you want, you can't... " She trailed off as he set his glass down, plucking her binkie from the floor. A quick glance showed it clean enough. He held it back up to her lips. She turned her head. Pure defiance. He felt himself stir in his pants at her fire. At what he was going to do to her if she continued. A quick hand. Pinched cheeks. A mouth forced open and a paci re-inserted. He released her. "Now be a good girl and clean up the mess you made." The fury on her face only stoked his own fire further. She stood, stepping back, and turned her head to spit the pacifier out again. "I won't! I'm an adult and I don't have to pick things up just because you say. It's my house too and I'm going to go read a book in our room." She didn't make it two steps before he had her by the shoulder, spinning her around, and putting the binkie in her mouth for the third time. She knew that he worked in threes. He could feel her heart flutter as he held her close. His whisper tickled her ear. "My sweet little princess. You will not spit that out again. You are being a spoiled brat, not the lovely little girl who left here. My princess knows how to behave, doesn't she?" She was trembling in his arms. He smiled at her reaction, wondering if it were anticipation or fear... though it was probably both. "Now. Obey me." He released her, taking a step back, letting the choice be hers entirely. With effort, he kept his face stern and stoic as the binkie clattered to the floor a third time. His heart raced as he grabbed her, scooping up the pacifier once again and dragging her by an arm toward the kitchen. "Wait! I'm sorry!" This was the way it always went when she came home. She'd push and push and push until she finally got in trouble, then she was sorry. Then she was ready to obey. She whined, protesting that it wasn't fair, that he was a tyrant, a bully. Her whines quickly turned to outright pleas as he rummaged in the junk drawer... and pulled out the small tube. "Please! I'm sorry! I'll keep it in, Daddy! Please no... " Her pulse was quick, her eyes full of fear... still, she couldn't seem to wipe the traces of her anticipatory smirk from her lips. "Oh, I know you'll keep it in." He pinned her against the refrigerator, his forearm across her collarbones as he opened the tube with one hand, coating the rim of the shield with a clear goo. "You won't have much choice." "Daddy no!" Those were the last words she managed to speak before he pushed the bulb between her lips once more. He adjusted, grabbing her jaw in his left hand and leaning over her. He held her firmly, a thumb digging into her cheek - he loved being this close to her, their height difference so deliciously pronounced. One finger rested on the pacifier's button as he blew softly and gently on the glue, watching it harden. "There's my good girl. Those are the sounds my princess makes. The ones that makes Daddy feel nice. That's right sweetie, whimper for me." Tears began to form in her eyes as she stood, her throat bared, helpless in his grip and whimpering like the pathetic animal he knew her to be. He knew was enjoying this. The more intense the scene, the more she'd rave about it later - and making her actually cry was big bonus was always talked about at length. He waited, blowing for another minute or two before kissing her sweetly on the forehead and stepping back. He was straining against his jeans as he watched her enjoy her favorite part. Her hands went to the shield, tugging on the ring as she "panicked", looking up with those pleading eyes. She whined and pointed to the pacifier, superglued to her face. "I know, it's a very pretty paci, princess." He leaned down and planted a kiss right on the button of the pacifier, causing her cheeks to flush a deep crimson. His hand went to her crotch, finding her positively dripping. "My pretty princess feels like she had an accident, you're all wet right here. You drenched your panties, and I can feel it on your jeans. You are a wet, wet little girl." He knew that he wouldn't be able to use her mouth tonight, but that was okay. There were other holes. She shivered beneath him, warm against his fingers. "Since you're so tired, lets put you down for a nap in your cage." Her eyes widened. "And since you spat your paci out three times, we'll put you in three diapers. That way you can take a nice, long nap." She shook her head, but he could feel her legs trembling at the thought. He took her by the wrist and led her toward the bedroom, tsking at the mess in the entry hall. She blushed, her gaze falling to the floor as she followed, her free hand plucking gently at the ring of her pacifier. Her mute button. A fresh whimper came from her as her body hit the soft mattress, his hands immediately stripping her of all clothing, starting with her pants... and her very damp panties. He had her naked in moments, her eyes fixated on the crib in the corner of the room. Where he put her to bed if she had been very good... or quite naughty. He put all of her clothes in the hamper with a deliberate motion as she covered herself with her hands, her cheeks red as she watched him open the top left drawer of the dresser. Watched as he pulled out one, then two, then three thick diapers. He grabbed her ankles, lifting until the were at her ears, her bottom well in the air. He opened the first, spreading it out... then the second atop that, then the third. When she rested on the pile of padding, the thickness made her blush anew. Her hands went to her face as his hands caressed her legs. She didn't even notice the sound of his jeans hitting the ground. He didn't bothered to remove his boxers, climbing on top of her and sliding inside even as she rested on the pile of diapers she would be sealed in for the night. She was dripping as he entered her, a moan coming from her throat as his hands went to her wrists. Her body had missed his almost as much as his missed her. The moan that came from her as he leaned down and kissed the shield of her pacifier at the end of a slow, gentle thrust sent a shiver down his spine. It was a sound of the deepest contentment. A sound of surrender. She didn't struggle underneath him, his hands on her wrists brought her comfort. Her hips rocked as he pulled back before burying himself deep once more. A soft grunt came from him as his pace increased, as he felt her clench around him, squeezing his manhood inside her oh so gently. He made love to his wife in that moment, not his pet, not his submissive. The paci bobbed, glued to her face in the ultimate symbol of love and trust between them. She snapped her fingers, three times. A safe signal. Immediately he climbed off, looking her in the eyes. She pointed to the pacifier and quickly he grabbed the solvent from the dresser. Gently, he sat her up and dissolved the glue as she got her breathing under control. He rubbed her back softly as she recovered, giving her a moment. "Are we okay?" She nodded once. "Green." He smiled, that was the signal to keep going without ending the scene. He rubbed her back gently for a moment longer before setting the paci aside, wiping the traces of glue from her lips. He laid her back down, her hips having never moved from the diapers that were waiting for her, and plucked another pacifier from the dresser and put it gently between her lips. "Princess, we're going to keep this one in, aren't we? Or I'll just have to glue it in again." She shivered and sucked on the binkie, bobbing the shield again, her eyes shining with love at him... But the game was back on in full moments later as he pulled the first diaper up between her legs. Her cheeks flushed anew as she remembered she was supposed to be struggling, protesting. Instead she just closed her eyes in contentment as he pulled layer after layer between her legs, pausing only to cut the backing of each one. When the final tapes were closed, her crotch was more akin to a beach ball than the tight bottom he enjoyed cupping so much. He rolled her over unceremoniously and gave the absurdly thick padding three good swats, chuckling at the bass tones. "There's my pretty princess in her nice, thick diapers." Her blush was beautiful, from her cheeks to the freckles on her shoulders. "And now it's cage time for my naughty girl." Her eyes were pleading, not wanting to reap what she had sown. "You had your chance, princess. Three, in fact. And now you have three diapers to go through. How wonderful. We're going to have a nice, relaxing time while you get to rest and recuperate from your trip. When you're wet enough we'll change you into just one diaper." Shock. Pleading. Her hands pressed together for emphasis. She struggled to sit up, her legs splayed before her in the beautiful diaper. He rubbed a hand against her crotch, knowing she would be completely unable to feel it. "Oh honey." He kissed her paci shield once more. "You earned three weeks in diapers with your little stunt today. And when it comes time to do pushies... I'll hold you in my arms as you whimper and whine." Her cheeks were growing redder by the moment as he collected her in his arms, her legs helpless, her diaper crinkling. "And I'll press gently on your tummy until you begin to fill your little diapers and I'll tell you what a good girl you are. My good girl wets and messes her diaper for Daddy, doesn't she? My good girl doesn't even remember what the potty is for... " His words were soothing, her blush was lively. A short time later... his smile was wide as he rested his feet atop her cage, his gorgeous diapered pet, his love, curled up inside where she belonged. Well padded and well loved.

Chapter 65 “Let’s get your dress off,” Becky said as she helped Jamie out of the tee shirt dress that had become his usual outfit for the beach. He was right about it being so comfortable in the heat. On the hot sand, it was better than shorts. In an instant, he was in his speedo and swim diaper. Becky had spread sunblock all over him before leaving home, so he was set to play as soon as he took his own sandals off. Rosie and Jane were on their way, and Manda and Mel would be joining them after they ran some moving errands. “Ya know,” Jamie said to Becky, “the last time I moved, I bought everything I needed online. Why doesn’t Manda do that?” “If everybody bought everything online, there’d be no stores left in our town.” “Hmm.” He didn’t discuss politics with Manda and Becky, partly because he almost never watched the news. If it didn’t involve littles, he didn’t care enough to be informed. Selfish, perhaps, he thought, but also part of him being done with adulting. He didn’t know Manda and Becky actually changed their habits, and made things less convenient for themselves, to fit their politics. He respected that; few people do it. “Let’s go play,” Becky said as she stood and took his hand. They walked into the surf together. With each big wave, or big to Jamie, Becky lifted him by the hand, pulling him above the crest with a cry of, “Whoop! Up goes Jamie!” When they were deep enough, Becky laid on her back and pulled Jamie on top of her. He was light enough for it. “My little fishy.” Jamie was glad to see Becky in such a fine mood. He was still worried about her, and throughout the visit of Ella’s family he thought she’d been pensive. Now, she was happy for all of them to be free of those cares, at least for an afternoon. “Can I be a flying fish,” Jamie asked. “A flying fish? There’s no such thing!” “Yes, there is,” Jamie giggled. “How does a fish fly? Like this?” Becky planted her feet and tossed Jamie into the air. He landed a few feet away and came back up sputtering. She snatched him from the water and did it again. He came up laughing. “I like that game,” he told her as he paddled over and put his arms around her neck. He’d been awfully affectionate the last several days, and that wasn’t at all like him when there was a pool or ocean for him to swim in. Becky could see Manda and Mel walking toward their spot. Becky had agreed with Amanda that they shouldn’t tell Jamie about Mel’s job for a bit, and they intended to tell him that evening, provided he was in a happy mood all day. “I see your sister and Aunt Mel.” “Let’s go say hi.” They’d been spotted first, and Mel quickly took her dress and sandals off and ran into the surf. “Uh oh, Jamie! She’s coming to get you!” “She’s too slow,” Jamie said haughtily. Becky let him go, and Mel stopped short. “Is that my nephew or a fish,” Mel asked. “Fish,” Becky said at the same time Jamie said, “Nephew.” “I’ma get him and find out!” Mel dove under the waves, and Jamie took off. Neither put all their effort into it, and Jamie stayed just out of arms reach. “Get back here!” “Hehehee!” “I’ma get you so bad!” “Never!” “You’re only making it worse!” While they were chasing each other, Amanda walked into the surf and stood next to her mom. “Got linens now,” Amanda reported. “Didn’t realize how expensive they were.” Outfitting her own apartment was making Amanda appreciate, truly appreciate, what Becky had spent raising her and keeping their home comfortable, and all the work she did to earn that money. “Did you get two sets?” “Yeah.” Leaky little boys had to be accounted for. “And a playpen set in case he ever needs to sleep in there.” “Good girl.” Becky hadn’t thought of that. “Before you know it, he’s not gonna be crib trained anymore. He’s gonna wanna be in your bed or mine all the time.” “He likes his crib. Probably wishes we could sleep in there with him instead.” Mel walked through the water with Jamie in her arms. “I caught this fish person. What am I supposed to do now?” “I don’t know,” Manda said. “Toss it over here, and I’ll take a closer look.” Mel whispered to Jamie, and when he nodded Mel held him under the armpits and tossed him toward Manda. She caught him gently, letting him fall into the water with her hands on his sides. “Is it upside down,” Manda asked and flipped Jamie over so she had him by his ankles. “Manda! Let me down!” He didn’t like being upside down. She flipped him back over and blew a saltwater raspberry on his tummy. “Mama,” Jamie faux whined, “Everybody’s being mean to me.” “C’mere, baby,” Becky said and took him from his sister. “I’ll keep you safe.” She turned him around so his back was to her and put her arms behind his knees, making a chair for him to sit in. “We got you something,” Amanda said. “Mel picked them out.” “What’d I get,” he asked. “Sheets for your new playpen. Guess what they have on them?” “Um, trucks?” “No.” “Airplanes?” “Uh uh.” “Dinosaurs?” “Closer.” “Teddy bears?” “Teddy Bears!” “I thought you’d like to sleep with your own kind once in a while,” Mel told him. “Thank you.” “I see Jane coming,” Becky said. “Should we go say hi?” They met Jane at their chairs, where Jamie found himself wrapped in a towel and sitting in Becky’s lap. Rosie, wearing a pink swim suit with yellow ruffles, ignored everyone and sat down in the sand with her shovel and pail and began to dig. Jamie suspected he’d be able to get her talk today if he wanted to, but perhaps he didn’t want to. Perhaps he just wanted to play silently alongside her instead. “Hi, Jane,” Jamie said as he chewed the corner of his towel. Becky noticed and brushed it away. One of his eternal bad habits. “Hey, Jamester. How’s life treating you?” Jamie hid a frown and answered, “Like a boss.” “What’s this I hear about you getting your own place and letting Manda stay with you?” He giggled and said, “I’m even letting her share my bed.” “Very generous. You picked a good one, Becky.” “May I get down?” Becky slid him off her lap and onto the sand, holding his towel as he walked free of it to collect his own shovel from their beach bag and sit down next to Rosie. Simple Rosie. She was never complicated or hard. She never had issues she needed help working through. At least that he knew of. He hadn’t seen much of her over the summer. “May I help,” he asked. Rosie pointed to the far side of the hole she’d started, and he sat down to begin digging. “Are we going for wide or deep,” he asked. “Just make a hole, Jamie,” Rosie replied. No need to make it more complicated than that. ——————- At home, everyone took a shower and a nap, including Mel. The day had been hot, the beach sandy, and the water salty. It felt good to be clean again, and everyone was tired, Jamie most of all. His swimming and digging had wrung the energy from him, and as he usually did on beach days, he ended up in his crib in just a diaper, his covers and even his bear pushed to the very end of the mattress to he could lie on his belly and feel the wind from the ceiling fan. In the living room, it was decided that Mel should tell him after dinner, but it was Manda who got him up from his nap while Becky made dinner. They let him sleep longer than normal, and he’d probably be up later than he should, but he needed the sleep. He slept without moving. Manda woke him up running the tip of her finger the length of his spine, singing, “Baby Bear ... Baaaaby Bear.” Jamie woke and snuggled his pillow. “Hi.” “Are you ready to get up? It’s almost dinner time.” “Mhmm.” He pushed himself up, and Amanda plucked him from his crib and deposited him on the changing table. “You played so hard today,” she said. Watching him blink, she reached back into the crib for his bottle of water before opening his diaper. “Shoot,” she said. “What?” “You got a little rash from your swimsuit. Do you mind going naked until dinner time?” “No.” Amanda wiped him clean and spread a thick layer of hydrocortisone cream on the inside of his thighs where his bathing suit had rubbed his skin just a little raw. Some fresh air would do it good. She sat him up. “What do you wanna wear tonight?” “Dress.” That’s what she was wearing. Manda got the clean one from his closet and slipped it over his head. Jamie liked the racer back straps best. With no need for a towel for him to sit on, Manda took a diaper from the table and put Jamie on her hip. She carried him to the living room, tossed the diaper on the side table, and said, “Go see your Aunt Melissa until dinner time.” She handed him over. “I feel a bare butt,” Mel said as she patted his behind. “You get a good nap?” “Uh huh. What’s for dinner?” “Pizza. Looks like your mom is making it from scratch.” “She’s good at that. Makes the dough herself. Nice and light after a day at the beach.” “What’s your favorite topping?” “After a day at the beach? Basil.” “Mmmm. Yummy.” Becky came into the living room. “Can I check him, Mel?” “Sure,” she said, not understanding what she meant. “Lay back, baby,” and he and Mel both did. Becky lifted Jamie’s dress to peak at his rash. “Does it hurt?” “Not bad.” “I’m sorry. I should’ve changed you into something dry.” “It’s okay. It’ll get better in a day or two.” “Got a little chub rub,” Mel asked. “Just a little,” Jamie assured her. “These are gonna cook real fast once I put them in the oven. Can you please take him to wash his hands.” “I’ll do that, and I’ll even put his undies on him,” Mel replied as she stood up and took the diaper from the side table. The pizza was good. Becky was good at making pizza sauce, and she kept the toppings light. Just a little cheese and some basil for Jamie. Becky played with Jamie in the living room while Manda and Mel did the dishes. “He might get upset,” Manda reminded her, “but it’s not your fault. Okay? He really will be happy for you.” “I know.” “Ready,” Manda asked as she dried her hands on a dish towel. She hung it over the handle of the oven door to dry. “Is it my turn again,” Mel asked as she held her arms out and walked toward Jamie. Becky gave him up. Mel felt overcome with a desire to baby him rather than tell him, to raise the pitch of her voice, tickle his belly, and be silly with him. She knew she couldn’t. She sat down instead, with Becky on one side and Manda in the other. She tried to sound upbeat despite how worried she was about his reaction. She remembered what had happened when Amanda announced she was moving out - they all did and were hopeful the scene would not repeat itself. “I have some news to tell you,” Mel said after she had moved Jamie to her left thigh so they could face each other. Jamie instantly knew what the news was. There wasn’t anything else it could be, that he knew of, that she’d announce to him in this way. The presence of Becky and Amanda on his left and right made Jamie feel as though he were being managed. He knew it was because they all cared so much about his feelings that they were crowded around him, yet he also felt it was presumptuous, like he’d be a mess who would need three people to comfort him. He was still an adult. He could manage his own reaction. It wasn’t, after all, like Amanda moving out. It wasn’t as bad as that. “I got a job. I start the beginning of next week.” Jamie’s reaction was genuine. “Congratulations! I’m so happy for you!” He hugged her. “Tell me about it.” “I’m the new in-house interior designer for a furniture store.” “So you’ll be helping people pick things out?” “And designing whole rooms. I’ll go to their homes and talk about what they want it to be like and help them pick things out and arrange it and decorate.” “That’s awesome. I’m so happy for you.” “Really?” “Of course! This is a big deal. I’m proud of you, too.” “Aww. Thank you.” “You were worried about my reaction?” “A little bit,” Amanda said. “You mentioned a few times you would miss days like today, and with how everything’s been lately.” “I will miss days like today, but we’ll still have some, won’t we?” “Of course.” “And maybe sometimes we can some meet you for lunch at your work,” he said hopefully. “I’d like that. What will you being me,” Mel asked. “Tacos.” “My favorite!” “How about some celebratory ice cream,” Becky asked as she got up. “I’ll help,” Amanda said and followed. In the kitchen, Becky asked quietly, “Is he faking?” “He’s happy for her, but I can’t tell if he’s upset, too.” “Ice cream,” Becky exclaimed as she came back into the living room with a bowl in each hand. She handed one to Mel, and Amanda then handed a smaller one to Jamie. He picked up his spoon and Mel gently took it from him. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Eating ice cream.” “All by yourself?” He smiled and settled himself back against her, and she fed him spoonful after tiny spoonful. “Know what else I want from you,” Mel told him between bites. “A picture for my desk. Will you draw me one?” “Yeah. What do you want a picture of?” “You. How about that? A little Jamie for my desk.” “I’d like that ... Can we do a sleep over before you start work?” “I’d like that, too,” Mel told him. She gave him a squeeze and a kiss. Even though he’d had a long nap, Becky opted to put him down for bed at his regular time in the hope he’d manage to sleep and wake up at his regular times. He asked to sleep her in bed that night, and after changing him into his pajamas and getting his bear and water bottle, she carried him upstairs. She turned down the covers for him and asked, “Too much ice cream for bedtime milk?” Jamie’s lip trembled, and he closed his eyes tight, pushing out a gush of tears. He didn’t cry out, just barely crying as his breath quavered and tears ran free. “I’m sorry, baby. Mama’s so sorry.” She rocked him and patted his back. “Everything will be okay. Different but okay.” “I really am happy for her.” “I know you are, and she knows it, too. You’re such a good bear. Mama’s good bear.” Jamie didn’t want to spoil what had been a good evening, so like he didn’t express all of his feelings downstairs, he held back in his mommy’s bedroom, too. He made himself stop crying, though he had tears left, and nuzzled his cheek against Becky’s breast. She took the hint and sat down on her bed, removing an arm from the strap of her dress so she could offer a breast to Jamie. Becky hummed a lullaby while Jamie nursed. She felt the tension leaving his body, for now at least.

I wanted to take a moment to talk about our anatomy a little more. I notice this isn't covered much. The appropriate stent placement is a pretty complicated thing. The anatomy diagrams I've found are - even from reliable sources - accurate for shape but a bad representation of what we need to know as stent designers. One thing that is custom to all humans is the distance between our sphincters but even this fluctuates by as much as a half inch in various movements. Think of when you do a natural Kegel exercise, aka tighten and relax your pelvic floor muscles... when the stent is placed appropriately, the retrieval line length will contract in & out showing you this fluctuation during the process of this exercise. Everyone knows the entrance end of the stent must be anchored in the bladder opening, but the other end is much more complicated. That's mostly what I wanted to talk about. To begin, here is a $2400 model purportedly built to "real-world scale"... let's figure this out a little better. I think the only sources we should legitimately trust are of actual human anatomy, not diagrams. Also why I have posted this cadaver photo in the past: I know that's gross, but let's be honest, you're the one reading this thread. Now add these next bits to your knowledge bank: Below are a few useful portions of a video practicing urethral dilatation with fluoroscopic guidance (front right angle looking in, see the pubic bone for reference). 16fr dilation: 18fr dilation: Notice how flexible & gradual this curve actually is? This gradual shape becomes even more-so when a person is laying down. This is the first point I wanted to make when considering how/whether to configure a bottom bend and likely why I've found my O-Ring designs WITHOUT bends to be the most comfortable. Think about it, sit-ups etc... with all the positions the urethra takes on from human movements, how could a stent bend in this region be perfectly comfortable (in all of them)? Even the simple act of laying down will make the shape of the urethra much more gradual than sitting. So in one position or another, a bend design is going to constantly put force on a single side of your urethral wall. OK then comes the next largest question, without a bottom bend, how are we to possibly anchor the stent in to prevent inward migration? Designs should anchor within the Bulbar Urethra. This is where successful stent designs (even with bends) have been anchored. Why here? IT WIDENS before heading up to the external sphincter (membranous urethra). Notice below that when the urethra is first injected with lubricant at the beginning of the procedure, the bulbar urethra within the deep perineal pouch inflates. Referencing back to the 18fr dilation, notice how much force was required to pass the dilators past the bulbar urethra? The Magic Anchor Point! I am still a big fan of the O-Ring design. Below is my newest version from a few weeks ago, using new thicker (1/4"OD, 1/8"ID) Platinum Cured Silicone & thinner-wall PTFE (Teflon). All holes/ends were punched and sanded with a cheap Dremel w/ "932" sanding attachment that works perfectly-- no more folding ends in or sharp edges anywhere! I will likely make two improvements to the above for my next version: 1) Eliminate the bottom bend-- there is no way this is helping my design. 2) Pull bottom O-Ring through 50/50% just like the top O-Ring-- of course, hoping it ends up in the bulbar urethra. O-Rings rock! However, insertion and removal can be tight without the right size Teflon tubing in the middle (which keeps the O-Rings from plugging the flow). I recommend using a Teflon wall that is 0.20mm - 0.50mm. The above used a 0.50mm Teflon wall (4mm OD / 3mm ID), but 0.20mm is much more flexible for insertion and removal. The fluctuation in urethral length can also be accounted for by the minimal amount of movement anchored O-Rings provide. Hope we can all here continue to work together to make the most intelligent stent designs for as safe of use as possible!

Chapter 21 Sunday morning, I wake up before Mommy or Daddy come in. It gives me some time to think about our talk last night. ‘Do I want to breastfeed?’ a part of me says yes, I mean I am starting to love them. It was a fantasy of mine, but I don’t know if I am ready. I have seen mommy naked, and as it was weird, I wasn’t uncomfortable with it. I just don’t know if I am ready for that. It is so confusing. As I am lost in thought I completely miss Mommy coming into my nursery. I jump a little as she touches my shoulder. “There you are. You where so lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear me come in or say good morning to you. What where you thinking about?” Mommy asks “What we talked about last night. I am torn as to whether I want to or not.” “Well let’s put that thought a side. And spend a lazy day today together. Daddy ran out to the store for some food. And tomorrow is going to be a big day. Do you remember what’s going on?” “Little care.” I say feeling a little nervous about it. “Oh, turn that frown upside down. You Know me, Beth and Brandon. We will all help you tomorrow.” “I will try mommy” I say as she lays me down and changes my very wet and messy diaper. She slides a pair of sleep pants up my legs leaving me in my nightgown. And takes me out for breakfast. After breakfast she sets me in my walker. Mommy can I have my tablet please?” “Sure sweetie.” She hands it over and I begin to look up information on why breastmilk acts the way it is. I realize soon into my research that there is a child lock on the internet and all the information I am getting is that its good for me. I decide to just play some games. Daddy comes home and Mommy goes out to help bring in the bags, then put everything away. Daddy comes into the living room and sits on the couch. “Daddy, why have I just stayed home? like why didn’t we all go to the store today?” “Well Mommy and I thought you would want to take it slow next week you will be getting out of the house a lot.” Daddy says. “That makes since.” After lunch and my nap, we all cuddle on the couch watching TV more adult shows. And really just enjoy each other’s company. Mommy decided to order pizza for dinner. After dinner Mommy tells me its time for a bath and to get ready for bed, as we have an early day tomorrow. After I am dressed for bed Mommy asks, “What would you like to wear for little care tomorrow?” “Can I wear the puppy outfit?” I timidly ask “Of course, you can sweetie.” She places me on the floor as she pulls the outfit out and hangs it off the changing table. “Let me go get your evening bottle and we will cuddle relax for bed.” It only takes a moment for her to return “Daddy went and made this for you as I was giving you your bath. Isn’t he so smart?” “Ahh huhhh.” I say with a grin. She picks me up and cradles me in her arm as she holds the bottle and starts to gently sing a lullaby to put me to sleep. It doesn’t take the whole bottle and I am sleeping soundly. I am awoken when it is still dark outside. “Princess I’m going to get you ready, if you don’t wake too much you can continue to sleep. I know its really early” Mommy says as she picks me up taking me over to the changing table and getting me ready for the day. I doze in and out of the whole process. When she picks me up I fall asleep soundly again. I wake up with a little jump as my door is closed in the car. Mommy gets in the car and notices I was awake. “Oh I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to wake you. I placed a bottle next to you I can give you more for breakfast when we get to the center.” By the time we get to the little care center. I am wide awake. Mommy parks the car and gathers her things. She comes around to my side and unfastens me and places me on her hip, as she grabs my diaper bag. "Looks like someone finally decided to join the land of the living." As she bops my nose with a finger. I giggles "sorry mommy I am not used to being up before the sun" "I know princess it will get easier." As we step in the center, we go up to the reception desk. "Good morning Rose, who's this cute you have?" The receptionist says. "Good morning Maddison, this is shawnna my new little. I need to register her real quick and before you as yes she will be in my room." "I had figured you would want to keep an eye on her." As they are talking, I blush realizing they are talking about me as if I wasn't there. I had my face in mommies shoulder. "Aww are you shy little one?" "This is only her second week here, so she is still getting used to everything." As mommy finishes up the registration. Some other bigs come in to drop off their littles. All the bigs coo at me saying how adorable I am. Some of the littles address Mommy. As we head down the hall towards her room mommy says "I don't Know how much attention I can give you today but Beth will be here to help we ask all our littles to call us miss rose or miss Beth. But you can call me mommy, as Brandon calls me aunt rose." "I can do that mommy." "That's my good girl." As we step into the room. Five littles come running to her welcoming her back. And asking who I am. "Calm down, calm down I will introduce our new friend when everyone gets here. Why don't You go play." After she takes my shoes off. And puts them in my cubby. What do you want to go do until we get everything started?" "I guess read. Are those little sized bean bag chairs?" "Why yes they are look at how smart you are. Would you like to sit in one. And I can pick a book for you." "Please. And a fantasy book if you have them." "I guess I should start bringing a book for you huh." She sits me in a chair and finds a book. As I start reading this shadow comes over me. I look up and squeal "bethy" "Awwwww there's the cutie. How was your day yesterday?" "It was good. We took it easy." "That's good. Your mommy went to go talk to our boss. I hear you have a dr appointment tomorrow." "Yeah not too excited about it. But hey we may find out how long before I can get my legs fixed" "I bet your excited about that." "Ahhh huhh i really am." "Miss Beth, miss Beth." 2 girl yell as they come running up to Beth. "Rita, Sam what's the rule about running inside?" Beth asks looking at the two. "To not to. Sorry miss Beth. When are we going to meet the new girl?" Thy both ask "As soon as miss rose gets back. No go play." They turn and go to the dress up area. "See your going to have lots of new friends. Everyone in this room is either unregressed. Like you, or as low as preschool level." Beth explains as mommy comes over. "Are you ready to meet everyone?" Mommy asks. “I guess so mommy” I say nervously Mommy picks me up and carries me to a rugged area. “Come here everyone I have some one for you all to meet.” Mommy calls out as she sits down. 15 littles come over and sit in a circle facing her. “Everyone I would like to introduce Shawnna. She is my little girl and will be with us here a lot. You need to know right now she will not be able to run and play with you all. Her legs don’t work right. But myself or miss Beth will gladly move her where she wishes to go.” Brandon pipes up “Hi Shawnna its nice to see you again” he says as he waves. Everyone else says hi. “Ok everyone its play time for until snack then we will have a little story time. So, lets go have some fun today and please behave.” The two little girls come over and ask if I can come play with them. I nod my head and mommy picks me up and takes me to the dress up area. The rest of the day I get to learn a lot and actually have a lot of fun. After lunch we have naptime. After the nap everyone goes outside. I am carried over to the sand box to play. I start to build a castle with the buckets that are there I am there for about 30 minutes. Then a regressed boy from the class toddles over to me. “Wets go pay Sawnna” He says as I recall him being called Nate in the class. “I can’t remember Nate?” I try to explain. “Pay” is all he says as he reaches and grabs my arm and starts to drag me. I try to reach and or shake my self from his grasp, he is surprisingly strong. At the edge of the sand box my dress catches on the lip and I stop moving. Nate reaches and grabs with both hands and pulls harder. I scream out in pain as it feels like he is going to dislocate my arm. I hear Mommy and Beth both yelling at Nate to let me go, as they are running towards me. Nate lets me go and I drop bending my body over the edge of the sand box, all I can do is cry in pain. Both Beth and mommy reach me at the same time. Mommy kneels and picks me up gently getting my clothes uncaught and brings me to her shoulder. “Beth why don’t you take Nate and explain why what he did was wrong.” Mommy says as I can barely hear her over my crying. As she carries me inside, she is cooing at me trying to calm me down. I don’t notice but I begin to nuzzle into her breast as if I was looking for something to suckle. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out my pacifier “here baby take this.” I take the pacifier and start to suckle and calm down. “Baby can you tell me what happened?” I pull the pacifier from my mouth and explain what happened. Mommy looks down at me after I finish explaining what happened. "Are you calm enough to go talk with Nate and Beth about this?" I nod feeling too scared to talk. "That's my good girl" she says as she stands and carries me outside. We find Beth with Nate standing facing the wall right next to the door. "Is she alright?" Beth asks concerned. "Yeah she is fine. What was Nates side of the story?" Mommy responds. "Well he said he wanted her to come play with him. He got angry when she said she couldn't and thought she just didn't want to. So he is in time out because he put his hands on someone else." Beth explains. "I no means to" Nate calls out. "Keep talking and your time starts over Nathaniel." Beth says to him. Her crosses his arms and huffs. "It her fault, for not paying wif me." Nate pouts "When your time is over, we will talk about that Nate. Now just finish your time." Mommy tells him. "Would you like to go back to the sand box?" Mommy asks me. I look over at the sand box and see my work is destroyed. "Can I just go paint?" I ask. "We really need to all be outside. We have 30 minutes left. "I no wike you no more" the turns and goes to play. "Fine I guess." She takes me back to the sandbox box and i start to casually work again. After some time, Nate and Mommy come over. "Nate do you have something to say to Shawnna?" "I sowwies" Nate mumbles. "Thank you. Now go play nice." Mommy says as she turns and moves away to watch the other littles playing. As Nate is about to turn to go play. He looks down at what I am building and kicks it. "I no wikes you no more" as he turns and goes to play with the other littles. I start to tear up as he leaves. I think to myself 'well that's one little that hates me' I calm down before heading in. The rest of the day at little care goes smooth. Mommy and I are the last ones to leave. When we get in the car "So sweet how did you like it?" Mommy asks "It was ok. Nate doesn't like me though" "Ohh baby. He just doesn't understand." "I know mommy. It's just so hard being this way watching everyone else play." "We go to the Dr tomorrow baby. Then we can find out how long before we can get you in." When we get home, Daddy has dinner ready and on the table. I am quickly changed in my nursery and brought back out for dinner. Mommy and Daddy talk about their days. I get lost in my thoughts about the day and what to expect from tomorrow. I get pulled out of my thoughts by Daddy staring at me. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you daddy" "I just asked how your day was. Mommy just got done telling me about your problem with the other little." "Yeah Nate got upset said he didn't like me anymore. But I did make some new friends." "That's good to hear. So, what are you thinking about?" "Tomorrow and getting fixed." "Are you scared?" Daddy asks. "A little but more just ready." "Awe sweetie daddy and I will be with you the whole time." "Thank you." "So, I have something I would like to talk with you about." Mommy says to me. "Okay." "When I took you in the center after Nate pulled you. Do you remember what happened?" Mommy asks. "No" I say starting to feel nervous. "Well as you were crying and I was cradling you. You started to nuzzle my breast." I blush ferociously and hide my face behind my eyes. "Sweetheart there is nothing to be ashamed of. If it is something you want to try, we can if you need more time we can wait it is completely up to you. Is it something you want to try?" "Yes." I say just over a whisper "no." I say a bit louder, at normal volume "I mean. I don't know. It’s something that has been on my mind for a long time. I just don't know." "Well princess does mommy need to make this decision?" I slowly nod my head to afraid to trust my voice. "Ok baby that's fine. We will try tonight and if it’s something you don't want again, we won’t." "Okay" I whisper. "Well why don't we go to the living room to settle down for the night. Then you and mommy can go get you ready for bed. Sound good mi bambino?" Daddy comes around the table cleans me up then takes me out of the highchair. When we get to the living room daddy strips me down to just my diaper and lays me on his chest. "This is something that helps everyone relax especially after a stressful day." Daddy says as his fingers gently glide across my back. I give a little shudder and relax deeply into him. "I thought you might like this" he whispers before planting a kiss on my forehead. I am not sure how long we were there. I feel daddy pat my diapered bottom. "Come on miss water works. Let's get you changed, and I will leave you with mommy." Daddy carries me into my nursery and quickly changes me. And gets me into a sleeper. "Sleep well mi bambino. We won’t let anything happen to you." He picks me up kisser me on my cheek. "Here you go mommy. One clean and dry baby girl" he pronounces as he hands me over to mommy. As I am played in mommy’s arms. I notice she is in her robe. "Are you ready baby?" I close my eyes and nod. I feel her rub her finger from my temple down my cheek. "Sweetness I can’t begin to imagine the thoughts your thinking. You as much admitted you wanted to try. And nursing does nothing to take away your unregressed position. You may feel different when you are done. But that's why I wanted to do this at night. You will be able to sleep off the affects." I nod. "I know I'm just, scared I guess" I say is I look up at her. "Shhhh everything will be just fine" she says as she slips the left side of her robe off her shoulder exposing her breast that looks even larger than the last time, I saw them. She cups the bottom and raises it just a little as she pulls me closer with her other arm. I part my lips and let her nipple slide into my mouth. With the first little suck my mouth is full of her milk. It takes me by complete surprise it is so sweet and the perfect temperature. I fall instantly in love with the whole experience. As my body finds a natural rhythm of suckling and swallowing. "Remember baby no teeth." Mommy says before she starts to gently rock and hum a lullaby. The last thing I remember that night is being swapped breasts. And this smile on mommy’s face of total bliss.

Chapter 64 “Sorry I have to leave,” Jackie said as she lay in Ella’s crib the night before her departure. “Was it what you wanted?” “Yeah. It was ... Part of me wants to stay. It feels, I don’t know, a little bit more like I’m me here.” “Really?” Ella was skeptical of that. “Not all the way. I don’t think I’d be happy being a little all the time, but sometimes ... It would be nice to be able to switch back and forth.” “That could be possible with the right big. Be an independent little during the day, come home to being treated like a dependent little at the end of the day.” Jackie sighed. She knew from the first that she couldn’t stay. It had never been even a consideration “I can’t stay, Ella. I can’t do that to Mom and Dad.” Jackie realized what she’d just said and was quick to clarify, “I mean, if another of their children ended up here it would be too much for them. It makes complete sense why you’re staying. I’m not saying you shouldn’t. I just mean both daughters ending up here, I don’t think they could handle that.” Ella understood what she meant and agreed. It would be too hard “I mean,” Jackie continued, “I’m not even sure I’d like to stay much longer. I’m kinda bored.” “It’s different when it’s permanent,” Ella explained. “You find yourself a routine, the things that make you happy. Hobbies, friends.” “I know. I guess I’m just not ready to be retired yet, so to speak.” “I get it,” Ella assured her. “I wasn’t either.” She half way shrugged and looked away, blinking. Jackie reminded Ella of herself, at least in that she was a young woman ready to start her life. She was eight years older than Ella had been when she was taken. “What will you do when you get back?” “Teach, I think. While I look for a job. Shouldn’t be hard to find one. I can substitute teach until then. I taught in grad school.” Ella was glad she had a plan, if also, somewhere inside, jealous. “I’m glad you stayed. I’m glad we got this time together.” “Me too. I’ll miss you, but it’s not forever.” “No. I’m sure of that.” Not many, and not for a while, but Ella knew it wasn’t a forever goodbye. “I’ll miss Jamie, too. He’s funny.” “Mhmm.” He’d been very kind to Jackie, though Ella could see he was getting tired of her playing with his bigs. Perhaps because she was a novelty, Jackie had monopolized much of their time. It was cute, in a way, how he’d climbed into Amanda’s lap that morning and clung to her. He was done sharing and but wouldn’t be rude about it. Instead, he just hung on her so Jackie couldn’t. “And Amanda and Donna.” Ella shook her head, chuckling to herself. “I can’t stand Donna. Jamie, either.” “So you’ve both said. But I had fun with her. I liked the way she treated me.” “Because your a kinky little monkey,” Ella teased. “I’m sure you won’t have any trouble finding someone back home to spank your butt for you.” “No,” Jackie, “I won’t, but it’s not just that. She made me feel ...” “Little again?” “Yeah. Like she wasn’t pretending. It was nice ... I missed that, somewhat. That part of my life.” “I understand ... you’ll always be my little sister. Here...” Ella rearranged herself so she was spooning Jackie. “Better?” She liked this. She’d so often held her little sister when they were kids. Every day they spent together it seemed like it was becoming more and more that kind of relationship again. Not they they both weren’t adults, but that they felt more and more like genuine sisters, sisters in feeling and not blood only. “You have everything packed? “Yeah.” Ella was sending her home with a case of formula and a bag of diapers. Jackie wasn’t sure how she’d hide those in her parent’s house yet, but she’d only be there a few weeks until she moved out again, this time for good. “We better sleep fast. The departure is early,” Ella said. “Goodnight.” “Night-night, little sis.” ——————————- Stacy dropped Ella off at Becky’s late, after another tearful goodbye at the port. Hopefully the last for a long while. Stacy was sad to see Jackie go. She liked her, and she hoped her leaving wouldn’t make Ella melancholy. She hadn’t given much thought to that until now. In all the preparation for the visit, they hadn’t prepared for its end. They hadn’t known how it would end. Stacy kept a close eye on Ella all through the drive to Becky’s, checking on her in the mirror, to see if her eyes were wet. They weren’t, but Ella didn’t say anything either. At Becky’s, Ella walked straight to the breezeway, where she found Kazoo and sat herself down next to him. She liked how small he was. She couldn’t exactly hug Yogi, not in the way she could pick up Kazoo and wrap her arms all the way around him. Becky joined her on the floor. “Jamie and Manda are in the back,” she told her. “I know. Just need some dog time.” “Ya know,” Becky said, “I know I’m not Stacy or Jamie or even Manda, but you can always talk to me, too. If you want to.” Ella shook her head, not dismissively, and pressed her lips together. “I know. Thank you. It’s just ...” Becky was a big, not anywhere as intense as Donna in her approach to littles, but she never seemed to grasp to the same degree as Stacy or Amanda who she was, how she was different than Jamie. They were both unregressed, yet Jamie embraced and adopted the mannerisms of a regressed little to a greater degree than Ella. Ella was never sure if Becky understood that was a choice on his part, something unique to his relationship with his bigs because that was the only context in which it felt natural to him, and not just him settling into the role that was expected for littles. Ella took a deep breath and rubbed her cheeks and eyes and forehead in her left hand. “I could’ve been Jackie, ya know. That could’ve been me ... My family ... I could be the one just starting out in life, or I could’ve been. Everything in front of me. That’s what she’s going home to.” Becky just nodded empathetically. She didn’t know how to talk to littles this way, to anyone, really, but especially littles. She didn’t know the things to say. She could manage with Jamie, but when he had big thoughts to share, he did it with Manda most often, and Becky knew she was better at it. Fortunately, he didn’t have those kinds of big thoughts often anymore. His troubles were usually small enough that Becky was just as good at fixing them as Manda, and sometimes better. “Just brings up a lot.” Ella shook her head, and Becky saw a flash of anger. “I was happy here, then I wasn’t. I stayed because I was happy here ... Now I’m ... I’m still glad I stayed, but ... It’s just bringing up a lot of ‘what now.’ What do I do now? It made more sense before they came. Or it do don’t make sense; it was just, ‘this is my life.’ Not a question. Feels like a question again. What do I do now? ... Thinking about Jackie, just kinda reminding me that this is it for me. There’s no next. I’m Stacy’s little for the rest of my life. I’m Jamie’s partner for the rest of our lives. That’s it ... Doesn’t feel like as much as it did before all this happened ... Sorry.” “Don’t be sorry.” Becky said. She didn’t have anything else to say. She didn’t know what else she could say. She felt she had to, though. And yet everything she could think of felt wrong and sounded worse in her mind, so she settled for, “I’m here for you, and Amanda’s here for you. Anything in our power to do.” “I was up early,” Ella said. “Could you please help me into Jamie’s crib?” “Of course. You want me to go get Jamie, too?” “No. I just wanna sleep ... Can I bring Kaz?” “Yeah. You can bring the puppy,” Becky said as he she picked up Ella and patted her leg for Kazoo to follow. After Ella was tucked in, Becky looked out the window at Jamie. She’d let Ella tell him how she was feeling. Watching him at his play with Amanda, she didn’t want to interrupt his fun. All summer, his fun had been getting interrupted. She just wanted to watch him smile, him and Amanda. —————— “Gotta say it,” Amanda said to Mel while they were driving between estate sales. “This summer has sucked beyond the telling of it ... aside from you getting a job, I mean.” “Hasn’t been completely bad.” “Ella is a mess right now, even if she’s a quiet one. That means Jamie is unhappy, and he’s trying so hard to be brave right now anyway, and I think the only reason he’s holding it together is for me and Mom, and I want him to stop doing that.” “You’d rather he was a mess, too?” “It’s our job to take care of him, not the other way around ... I’d rather he weren’t holding in feelings. It’s not good for him. You know how he gets ... Only time I wish he were regressed is when he’s holding in his feelings. Regressed littles don’t do that.” “I’m sorry.” Mel could tell Jamie’s moods most of the time, but she wasn’t as adept at seeing through his masks as Amanda and Becky were. “What can I do to help?” “Can you watch him on moving day?” “Yeah. I can do that.” “And I don’t know about Ella. I think she just needs time to get back into her routine. Time for everything she’s feeling right now to feel old, dull ... I think she’ll find her happiness again.” “What exactly is bothering her? I thought she wanted to stay.” “She does. It’s just ... maybe she just feels like it’s official now. Like she turned her back on that world for good ... She wanted to be an artist, ya know? Wanted to have a career. A family of her own. I think just seeing her family made her realize all over again that none of that is going to happen ... and she told Jamie that they all went back to these rich lives, and she doesn’t feel like that’s what she has. Not right now, anyway. She used to.” Thinking out loud, Mel asked, “Why can’t she be an artist? I mean, she’s good, not just for a little, but actually good.” “How do you mean?” “What’s an artist? Someone who makes and sells art. Why couldn’t she? Being a little might even help, sort of a gimmick.” “Hadn’t really thought of that.” “Why not let her paint a wall of your apartment? A mural or something.” “Huh. I’ll ask if she wants to. That’s a good idea.” “Let her paint whatever she wants.” “In Jamie’s play area. Where the kitchen table would go, if I was getting one. She can have that whole back wall.” They drove in silence for a few seconds. “I really like this dresser you got,” Mel remarked, looking into the back of Becky’s car again. “I want it.” “Sorry. You can come visit it whenever you want.” “Doesn’t even need much work. Just a coat of paint.” “Thanks for helping pick out the colors. The blue trim will really look nice. And for helping get it in the car.” “We can paint it right in the driveway. Keep it in the garage until moving day.” “Yeah, guess I’ll have to park in the driveway for a few weeks. No more room in there for both cars and my stuff ... Gonna have to start packing for real soon, too. Guess I’ll do it at night.” “Why night?” “So Jamie doesn’t see.” “He really does seem okay with it.” “Because it’s still an abstract idea. He got used to the idea. He’s gonna get bummed out again when he sees my room start to get empty, and then he’s not gonna tell us he’s bummed out, and then he’s gonna he all clingy and mopey and short tempered. He’ll do that thing where he just climbs into your lap and puts his head on you and sniffles. I fucking hate that.” She shook her head. “Yeah, that’s never fun. Cute when he’s like that, but sucks that he’s sad.” “Ya know what he did this week? Climbed out of his crib in the middle of the night to come ask me if I want a second little.” “Really? I’m surprised he can climb outta his crib.” “Brought his bear, his bottle, and a diaper change.” “Because of Jackie?” “Because I was having so much fun with her. Little fibber says to me, ‘Do you want another little? It’s okay if you do.’ Couldn’t fib his way out of a paper bag.” “Do you?” “Do I what?” “Want another little?” Amanda sighed. “Playing with a little girl was fun and different and sweet in a different way than with Jamie. Wouldn’t mind getting to do that more, but I’ve got my hands full.” “If you didn’t? I mean, if you were settled and could afford it, would you?” Manda shrugged and made a face. “Probably not. I’d rather have my own child than another little. And I don’t wanna make Jamie share me. He’s too jealous. And too needy, frankly.” “Yeah...” “My mom said he’s our ‘little soulmate.’ That we only get the one.” “He is. I don’t know about the second part, but you three are soulmates.” “He adores you, too.” “I know. He’s my bear.” “He’s my bear,” Manda corrected her. “Fine. He’s your bear, and that’s your dresser. I’ll just be over in my own apartment, with zero bears and all my clothes still in boxes.” Amanda backed into the driveway. “You’re next. Finding a place,” she said as she turned the car off and got out. Becky was eager to see what Amanda had bought and met them in the driveway with Jamie on her hip. “What’d you get?” “A dresser and matching nightstand.” Amanda opened the gate. “Wow. It’s in such good shape.” “Just need to wipe it down and repaint it,” Mel said. “Jamie, you mind pulling it out for us?” He stuck his tongue out at her. “Big foot says what,” he asked. Not that she got the reference or the joke. “Huh?” “Dammit.” Wasn’t a good joke anyway. Amanda got a drop cloth from the garage and laid it out on the driveway. She and Mel slid the dresser out and deposited it on the cloth, setting the nightstand next to it. “$100 for the set,” Amanda said proudly. “Nice score!” It would’ve been ten times that new in a store. “Want some help,” Becky asked when Amanda went back into the garage for the paint. Jamie would’ve liked to help, but there were enough hands as is. He settled for reading a book on a blanket under the tree until he feel asleep. Watching him, Mel had an evil idea. She waited until Becky and Manda we’re both inside, and went to work quickly. At home that evening, she got the text she was so eagerly waiting for from Manda: “HE IS NOT YOUR BEAR!!!!!” Laughing so hard it hurt, Mel texted back, “But it says ‘Mel’s Bear’ right on his back in big blue letters!” ”It’s not coming off,” Manda texted back. ”O shit,” Mel responded. “I’m so sorry!!!!” Fun to terrible guilt in an instant. Jamie took the phone and texted her back, “Got you! Burn. And I’m Manda’s Bear.”

Chapter Three As it turns out, being trapped in a hospital for a few days is really fucking boring. I finished my breakfast pretty fast and got up to use the restroom. But as I turned the corner, I almost bumped right into that brunette receptionist. What was her name? Marissa? Melanie? It started with an M... "Oh, hey. I was just bringing you your food." Sure enough, she had a tray in her hands. "Oh, uh. I'm looking for the bathroom." "Down this hall, on the left." She pointed with the whole tray. "Thanks." "Hurry back, your breakfast will go cold." I nodded and continued to the bathroom, two more steps at least, then turned around. "Comply. Help me in the bathroom." I mean, that was a pretty simple request, right? She was a nurse... or something? I was a patient. I looked for the look in her eye, any sign of obedience. "Of course!" The receptionist put the tray down and turned to me with a smile. I paid close attention to her expression, to her eyes, but she seemed... normal? Maybe it hadn't worked. Or maybe she showed it differently. Damn... why had I picked something so innocuous? She led the way to the bathroom that was exactly where she had said it would be. Once I was inside, she turned to leave, to continue her duties. "Comply, I need help inside." Jesus, why was this so hard? I mean. I was getting hard, too. But I didn't want to be thought of a sexually deviant, molesting nurses and doctors here or whatever. But I just... agh. I had to know! "Oh." A pause. I held my breath. Panic filled my chest. It wasn't working. She didn't look any different. Her demeanor didn't change. Fuck, fuck, fuck! "Of course," she said with a smile, and closed the door behind her. Then, the two of us were alone in the dimly lit hospital bathroom. The brunette went straight to my jeans and unbuckled my belt. It had worked! Right? Or was this normal nursing procedure? Was she even a nurse, if she took care of the front desk? Fuck, fuck fuck... Well. In for a penny, in for a pound, right? I was quarantined so it wasn't like they could kick me out, and the worst thing that could happen was that I could argue that I misread her intentions, right? "Comply. Pleasure me." She stood there. The brunette receptionist, with gorgeous blue eyes, with a slender figure, with painted lips. My chest was aching with anxiety, and every second it took her to move was a second closer to a panic attack. But she didn't move. And just before I started to beg for her forgiveness, I noticed something else. She wasn't angry either. She seemed... uncertain. Maybe I wasn't clear in my instruction? "Comply. I want you to suck my dick." Could I be anymore clear? "With your pretty painted lips. Anyone with lips dolled up like that should be serving a dick anyway." Well, this was it. I was gonna get my ass arrested. A smile appeared on her pink lips and the receptionist replied: "Of course." And like that, the woman unbuttoned my jeans and slid them to my ankles. I caught the name-tag on her blouse once again - Melanie - just as she lowered herself to her knees. By the time she pulled away my boxers, my cock was already standing at full attention. There was no way... But sure enough, Melanie took the tip between her lips and slid the whole thing deep into her throat. There was good sex. There were good blowjobs. And then there was knowing that there was one of the most gorgeous girls I'd ever laid eyes on was just sucking my dick like a sexy little zombie. Oh my god. "Holllleee... wow... mm..." Yeah, I didn't have any dignified noises. I just wanted her to keep going. And my head thought of every little perverted thing I'd ever wanted a girl to do. Her hands cradled my balls, rubbing her thumb along the underside of my shaft. Her lipstick and saliva left a residue up and down my cock, from my pelvis all the way to the tip. And as I stared down at her, with her half-closed eyes, her precise motions... I was enraptured. A shiver ran up the backs of my legs and my toes curled. I leaned against the wall, holding onto the handrail near the toilet, as I felt my body erupt with pleasure. Ropes of cum shot straight down Melanie's throat and I nearly collapsed onto the toilet seat. I could not believe she'd just done that! She sucked me. She swallowed. She looked up at me smiling, and grinning, and waiting for her free will to come back. And before I lost the last of my erection I waved my hand at her and stammered. "C-c-comply... piss your pants and tell me you're a soggy slut and then get out of here." Look. I had some fucked up stuff I liked seeing online okay?! She looked at me with wide eyes. Almost surprised? But then her eyes fluttered closed. She stood in front of me, in her grey slacks and her tight blouse, and... and I waited. She would do it. Because I told her to. Because I commanded it. And sure enough, after a long thirty seconds, I heard a sigh from her lips. Suddenly, a dark patch formed between her legs. Then it grew. Spreading wider, bigger, and then spilling down her thighs. Dripping from the cuffs of her pants onto the bathroom floor. I watched with wide eyes. Amazed. Aroused. Eager. And then, she whispered, barely audible, with deep humiliation in her voice. "I'm... a soggy slut..." She turned on her heel, and dashed out of the bathroom in a hurry. I sat there on the toilet seat, staring at the small puddle she left behind with awe, a thousand ideas swirling around in my head. What had I gotten myself into here. Why were these women just jumping to my beck and call? Why were they so ready to obey me? What was with this 'comply' shit? This was a hospital, this wasn't some Freaky Friday fetish show. But Melanie had just obeyed me like nothing. She sucked me off, she pissed herself. What else would these women do...? 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I'm a 22 year old abdl boy from houston tx. I've always wanted to have diapered friends but I never was able to find anyone. Would love to make some new friends!

As some of you may remember, I asked my last bf to baby me, and he said no. We're broken up now(for unrelated reasons), and I got a new bf. We'll call him Jeff. Jeff told me that he was into littles, but wouldn't want one that played as a baby rather than a child. Because of this, I didn't tell him I was into that until about a month into the relationship. When I came out, Jeff surprised me. He said that he was, in fact, into ABDL. He said he told me he wasn't because he's very picky about who he does it with(he prefers to only do it with people he has a real bond with), and it was easier at the time to just say he wasn't into it. I was shocked, but regardless, I was really happy. Jeff and I are long distance, so he hasn't gotten a chance to baby me in person yet. We'll be meeting early next year, so we'll see how that goes. However, he's done it plenty of times online, and so far, I've loved it. Since this all happened, my outlook on it has changed a lot. In the past, I only went into littlespace to temporarily eliminate the urge to do so. Now, I do it simply because it's fun! I also do it way more often. I didn't think I'd find a daddy so soon. I'm so happy to have not only found one, but to have found a daddy AND a boyfriend in one person!

This is my first ABDL story and I hope I can stick with it. I also hope you guys enjoy it and any feed back would be welcome. Chapter 1 The music filled bar turned into a blur of colors as Levi threw back his head to empty the shot of rum down his waiting throat. The liquid burned all he way down and Levi coughed a little and shook his head reactively. “Looks like someone can’t handled his alcohol.” The voice came from his left and Levi glanced over to see a red-headed woman chuckling at him. “I can handled my alcohol just fine,” Levi answered back with tears in his eyes. “I just don’t like to make the shots look bad so I let them think they got the better of me.” He tried to laugh but it turned into a cough shortly after. In truth Levi never could handled his alcohol very well but that never stopped his urge to drink. The woman covered her mouth and giggled. “That’s a good idea. If the alcohol got wind of your strong tolerance it might stop working. It would be a shame if you sobered up on me.” Levi was finally able to stop his coughing and he was able to really take a good look at the woman. She was sitting on the barstool with her legs crossed and swilling her martini with an olive stick. Her auburn hair hung free framing her very pretty freckled face. She was still smiling as she watched Levi with interest in her stunning green eyes. Levi’s eyes couldn’t help but wander down to the shapely legs sticking out from under her tight black dress. From what he could tell she would easily be taller than himself; at a lowly five foot four, he was shorter than most adults. “And why would that be such a shame,” Levi answered back. He wouldn’t call himself a ladies man by any means. Usually women were put off by his height, but this woman seemed obviously interested in him. “Planning on taking advantage of me?” She giggled again. “You caught me. In fact I was actually planning on taking one of your kidneys.” Levi laughed. “If that’s all you wanted you could have just asked. I luckily have two and would gladly give one up to a pretty girl like you.” “Be careful now,” She said slyly. “Keep saying things like that and I may start to believe you’re flirting with me, and that may not be very responsible.” “Shit, you’re right,” Levi said, unable to hide his huge grin. This beautiful girl was hard core flirting with him and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t already infatuated. “But then again I didn’t bring a babysitter so I think I can afford to be a little irresponsible.” “Now that just won’t do. An innocent boy out without his babysitter?” She leaned in closer to Levi and took his hand. “I’ll tell you what little one. Because you obviously need looking after, I will be your designated babysitter.” Levi blushed when she called him “little one”. He had always been self conscious about his size but he tried to push it away, knowing she didn’t mean it as an insult. “Hmmm I don’t know,” Levi said, enjoying the game they were playing. “I’m feeling naughty tonight and I’d rather not be reigned in for my lechery.” He pulled her hand up and kissed it. She giggled again and pulled her hand away. “See that’s exactly why you need a babysitter. I will keep you in check and,” she leaned in and whispered the the next part in his ear, “punish you if you misbehave.” Levi felt a shiver go down his spine and he was instantly, and very noticeably, aroused. She leaned back and smiled as she looked down at the front of his pants. “That settles it. I, Becky Roberts, will be your official babysitter tonight. Now, little boy,” she said, overemphasizing the last words, “tell your babysitter your name sweetie.” He was now putty in her hands, and she knew it. “I have the pleasure of being Levi, and I guess I can trust you to be my babysitter, but I can’t promise I will behave.” Levi caught the eyes of the bartender and she came over. “Please make me, and the beautiful redhead here a trash can.” It might have been from all the alcohol he had consumed that night, but Levi was already in love. After about two hours of hard drinking and continuous flirting, they left the bar to get some fresh air and also do a bit of adventuring. The moment they stood up from their stools, Levi saw that she had a good five inches on him, which made him blush and look down at his feet. However, Becky was having none of that and she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the bar with a giggle. “What do you do for a living,” Becky asked as they walked down the dark street, hand in hand. “I’m a phleb... a phlebobiss.” When Levi drank, his speech was usually the first thing to go and phlebotomist was not an easy word to say at the moment. “I stick needles in peoples arms. “Oh so your a nurse.” She chuckled. “Little nurse Levi. I would love to see you in one of those sexy nurse outfits.” “I wish I was a nurse. Thay make so much more money than me, and I would rock the hell out of that outfit.” Levi felt a quick swat on his backside; it wasn’t a hard swat but it caught him off guard. “Language little one, or I’ll take you over my knee.” She winked and Levi shivered with excitement. He seemed to be doing a lot of that tonight. The girl seemed to know exactly what to say or do to push his buttons. Levi kept worrying he was going to wake up soon and realize she was just a dream, but thankfully that haven’t happened as of yet. “So you take peoples blood then?” “Technically yes, but we are actually collecting the plasma from their blood.” “I hate needles,” she said cringing, “I don’t know how you can do that but it sounds cool.” “Funnily enough I hate needles too, but it’s actually pretty easy.” Levi was starting to feel the urge to pee and thought it best to speak up. “Hey could we maybe walk back toward a bar or something? I gotta use the bathroom.” They were currently walking past houses and to their left was an old elementary school. “Aww does my little man have to go potty,” she said, adopting a childish voice and making Levi blush. “Well have no fear babysitter Becky in on the case, and I’ve got a much better idea!” She stopped abruptly and pointed to the school. “How good are you and climbing?” Levi was taken aback. “You want to break into a school?” “That’s exactly what I want to do and I’m in charge so,” she stuck out her tongue, and pulled Levi toward the chain link fence. Levi had no choice to follow, and after much huffing and puffing, and a hole ripped in his shirt, they were over the fence, and shortly after that, through the window of the school. Thankfuly the window had been unlocked. “Now little man, lets find you a potty.” Once again she took his hand a led him through the school. “The school looked pretty old, though Levi knew it was still in use. However, it was currently the middle of summer so it had been empty for about a month now. Levi had never been to this particular school, but from how familiar Becky seemed to be with it, she must have went here as a kid. “Here we are,” she said, pushing open a door with the name “Miss Fitts” on it. “This in the nurses office and she’s got a much better bathroom than the kid’s bathrooms.” They pushed though the office which was filled with cabinets, cupboards, and a exam table in the center. To the very back was another door which was labeled “bathroom”. Becky pulled him back to the door and grabbed the handle, opening it. “Now can I trust you to go alone, or do want me to help?” Levi laughed and shook his head. “I think I’ll manage. I don’t think the toilet will swallow me up here.” “It had better not,” she said sternly. “I will be very upset if it does. Now hurry along little one, we don’t want you have an accident.” Levi laughed again and pushed into the bathroom. The room looked overall ordinary aside from the toilet, which was obviously made for a child so it was much shorter than he was used to. In his drunken state, he thought he had better sit down to pee rather than risk making a mess of the bathroom. Levi quickly finished up his business, then pulled his pants up, washed his hands, and exited the bathroom. When he came back into the nurses office he spotted Becky smiling at him with both of her hand hiding something behind her back. A drawer was slightly open behind her but Levi was unable to make out any of the contents. “What have you got there,” he asked. “Well,” she said, her smile growing bigger. “Considering the fact that I am your babysitter, I thought it would be fun if we both got more into our roles and as such,” she reveled the object from behind her back and Levi felt his face burn beet red. “No, there is no way I’m wearing that!” “Oh come on don’t be such a baby.” The irony of her goading wasn’t lost on him as he looked at the blue and white Pull-Up in her hands. The thing looked obviously big enough to fit Levi’s smaller frame, and the Blue’s Clues paw prints seemed to be staring at him mockingly. “The fact of the matter is I am not a baby and I don’t need diapers.” Levi folded his arms and looked over at the wall so he didn’t have to look at the thing. “It is not a diaper it’s training pants,” she walked up to him, threw her arms around him, and grabbed his chin. The next thing he knew, her lips were on his and he was lost in euphoria. It was in that moment he knew he didn’t want to be with anybody else for the rest of his life. It just felt right and that magic, everyone was always talking about when they fell in love, Levi felt a thousand times over in that moment. Her lips were warm and moist, and almost as if by impulse, Levi wrapped his arms around her and pushed his fingers into her sweet smelling hair. It was only a few seconds but it felt infinitely longer than those short seconds. When they pulled apart and he looked into her stunning green eyes, they both knew she had won. “Fine I’ll wear the damn thing.” She put her hand threateningly on his backside and warned, “Language.”

Gyarg the feels!

I assume you are flying. In that case, pack a suitcase full of your diapers, wipes and creams. Luggage with nothing but medical supplies fly for free. On the return trip, fill it up with high grade tequila. ?

Chobani is the bomb! I love it so much. I eat it for breakfast, lunch, and late night snacks. I love it when the go on sale at Kroger for $1.

Ella should have jamie murals on her walls at home

The next chapter of life

I completed my second onesie tonight, Saturday 12/28/19. I cut it out of the fabric yesterday evening, along with another set of pieces that I will stitch together at a later date. I know when I sat down to start sewing this one, about 10 hours ago, although I had to go to the store to pick up more thread which probably took an hour or two. It was roughly 8.5-9.0 hours of work in stitching. This one I opted to use plastic snaps instead of the metal crimp snaps (I've had the odd metal snap fall out of the fabric for some reason).

Poor Jamie being sad about Manda moving out ?. I think our sweet clingy little bear will survive. I also want Ella to paint Amanda’s apartment.

You should check Fetlife for muches in your area, perhaps your partner can find a group in the area where you reside. Also have your partner check for a neighboring area, if they are not comfortable with meeting people from your community.

That's getting pretty interesting

Chapter 5 is ready for it's closeup. Hope everyone enjoys! I woke up once again in my larger than life guest bed with no easy way of getting out of it. I didn't want to try my previous tactic of throwing the pillows down on the floor since as soon as I made any noise someone would come rushing to the room who could've helped me out of the bed anyway. So instead of going through the trouble I just called out "Can someone help me out of bed." Instantly I heard the sound of someone running upstairs before Emmy burst through the door "Did you call for me? What do you need?" Emmy was wearing one of those Japanese School Uniforms, it was white with green accents not to mention it showed a ton of cleavage. It looked exactly like one girl from a Hentai I had downloaded on my phone, where would Emmy get an outfit like that and why? "What's with the outfit?" "Oh this? It's just something that I got at a convention, it's really comfortable especially on a warmer day like today. Why do you like it?" Emmy put on a smug little grin "I mean, I don't dislike it." "Looks to me you might like it a little more than you're letting on. Hey there really little man." Emmy giggled looking down at my shorts. I look down and sure enough my body was betraying me, my erection was not only there it was completely visible. "It's not what it looks like, this is just cause I just woke up, very common for men to wake up with random meaningless erections." "Aw you're so cute acting all embarrassed. Don't worry there's nothing to be ashamed of, you can't help it. Now what is it you needed help with?" "I need help getting out of this bed. I could get down by myself, but I figured someone would come in here as soon as I made any noise, so I figured I'd skip the hard work part and just ask for help right away." "That's a good idea, you're on vacation after all, it's out job to help you out with absolutely anything your little heart desires." Emmy booped my nose before picking me up, instead of sitting me on her shoulder like usual she laid me over her shoulder, my erect penis pressing up against her right breast. "I'm sorry about the different position my shoulder is a little sore right now, should be cleared up in a few minutes though" Emmy placed her hand on my butt and started bouncing my up and down, my penis pushing up against her breast with each bounce. "So Emmy. I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything, because you guys have been wonderful and have made my stay so far fairly enjoyable, but... Is there any other sleeping arrangements available, specifically anything more, my size. The current one is a little too dangerous for my liking." I said trying really hard to hold my composure. "We can absolutely setup some sleeping arrangements that would be more comfortable for your size. Emily and I were thinking the larger bed might be too big for you but we didn't want to make any assumptions or decisions on your behalf, since you're the guest and what makes you happy makes us happy!" Emmy gave a sweet smile as she continued walking me down to the kitchen. "Why's the perv laying over your shoulder like that? His dick is literally poking your chest." Emily commented once we got down to the kitchen. Emily was wearing one of those frilly Japanese maid outfits, also like one of the characters in that hentai I had downloaded to my phone. "Hey Emily our little man here just told me that he'd like sleeping arrangements that are more accommodating to his size." "Is that so? Well I think we have just the thing to accommodate him! Seriously though why are you carrying him like that?" "He likes it, watch this." Emmy started bouncing me again causing me to let out a moan. "Wow, you're probably more perverted than he is." "None the less, I think it's time for this little man to get some breakfast!" Emmy sat me down on the highchair from yesterday. "On today's menu is a bacon cheese omelette!" Just like yesterday's dinner this was really good, I had finished it within a few minutes. "With yesterday's dinner and now this, you guys make some of the best food I've ever tasted." "Aww thanks little man! that means a lot to us!" Emmy poured me a sippy-cup of milk placing it to my lips. I only accepted it into my mouth because I was thirsty and I knew this was the only way I'd get anything to drink around here. The milk had the same taste as the milk Emily gave me last night. "Is this different milk than what I drank yesterday? I swear I can taste a difference." "What kind of a difference?" Emily asked, she seemed really concerned for some reason. "It's really not bad, it tastes the same as the milk you gave me last night Emily, but it tastes different from the milk I had at dinner yesterday." Emmy looked at Emily for a couple seconds before turning back to me. "Emily gave you some milk last night?" Emmy asked, she seemed kinda peeved. "Yeah, she helped me use the bathroom last night and gave me some milk before I went back to bed, so I wouldn't bother anyone anymore that night." "Oh I see, how very thoughtful of her." Emmy said with a smile. "Why does it taste so different though?" "Must be your imagination, it's the same brand we always use." Emily answered "Either way, it tastes pretty good." Suddenly my body started feeling that intense exhaustion again, I was having a hard time keeping my head up. "I think someone is sleepy again, already. Okay little man, I'll let you have a quick nap, but only a short one." Emmy picked me up cradling me in her arms. I was so tired I passed out right then and there, before I even got to see my new sleeping arrangements. ****** "Good he's asleep that'll make this much easier." Emily said not far behind Emmy. "I don't imagine he'll fuss much about it, after all he did ask for this." Emmy walked upstairs and into the room labeled "Nursery". She went over to a large crib near the back of the room and placed the sleeping Daniel inside it, covering him with a pink fluffy blanket before leaving the room, turning off the lights and closing the door on the way out. Emmy grabbed Emily's hand pulling her into another room of the house as to not wake Daniel. "Why did you give Daniel some of your milk last night? We were supposed to be alternating it! The least you could've done was tell me! You know he hasn't even tried my milk yet!" "Wait, than who's milk did you give him last night at dinner?" "Mom's, Duh. Do you know how mad she would be if she didn't get to be apart of this, it may have been our idea but she's the one who thought up how to execute it. Don't change the subject, why didn't you tell me that you gave him some of your milk last night? He even specifically called out that it tasted different, if we kept alternating like we had originally planned he would just assume he remembered it wrong." "You're right, you're right. I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself, the mere thought of getting some of my milk inside him makes me so horny it's unbelievable, surely you feel the same way." "Of course I do. Alright, I'll let it slide this time, but if you see me breastfeeding him while he's sleeping I don't want to hear a peep from you." "Deal." Emily and Emmy shook hands and went to do their own things. Emmy went to go empty breast for the third time that day already, where as Emily went to do something a little more underhanded. Emily creeped into the nursery slowly sneaking over to the crib Daniel was sleeping in. She reached into her bra pulling out a moist pacifier before gently rubbing it against Daniel's lips to see if he'd accept it, which he did. Emily strapped the pacifier around Daniel's head using the attached velcro-straps. "Sleep tight, baby." Emily whispered before slowly leaving the room, shutting off the lights and closing the door behind her. ====End of Chapter 5===== As always let me know what you think! Love your comments, they motivate me to continue writing, both this story as well as others.

You know you're getting old when you get excited about a sale on Greek yogurt at the grocery store. (I can neither confirm, nor deny if I've done this)

Thanks.. there will certainly be a bit more to come?

Sorry for the length... Personally I abhore mistreatment of any person in all forms, and not teaching a child for any reasons (be it personal and/or belief) is ABUSE. Apart from moral reasons, mental damage to the child, child abuse etc., if a child is not trained not to use diapers, the child will continue to use diapers. This was proven in an experiment with quints in Russia in the 1950's. The five were separated from birth, and each were raised using a different methodology. One child was not taught about a toilet etc and was kept in diapers until the child was about 9/10 years old when the experiment was cancelled. A baby, when born, is aware of its need to void as this is a different set of sensations than it had in the womb. Despite what some AB/DLs wish, a baby is NOT incontinent. It is fully aware of a need, may not understand the need or how to handle same, does not have the co-ordination to go to a toilet (if it was even aware of such a device) but seeks assistance. As a result, prior to voiding, it fusses and cries for attention. In the modern world, we diaper the baby from birth, and teach it, via praise and encouragement, to void on/in whatever it is wearing. The baby / child, due to not knowing any different, complies and learns to void without fussing, and will eventually void without problems. This gets to such a state, that the baby/child will void while asleep and/or awake. The baby/child also does not have the ability to get to a bathroom / somewhere to void. It hasn't got the strength and/or knowledge to associate that wetting / soiling will make it uncomfortable (cause & effect = causality loop). As a child gets older, the child will learn, via causality, when it needs to void, when it is wet / messy, and how it affects its own comfort BUT, without anyone telling it differently, it will continue to use diapers forever. To the child, the use of diapers is normal, and part of its earliest memories. However, after it voids, will seek the attention. It has learnt, from experience, that someone will give it attention following this feeling of a full / wet diaper. As the child gets older, since it learns from copying those around it, it notices that its mother / father, after some key facial movements / body movements, the mother / father hides in a different room and the facial movements have changed to relief. This, the baby copies in its own world, by hiding behind furniture etc when it feels it needs to poop, and then going to another - mother / father / career and informing same of the poop. This is attention seeking behaviour, not as some people confuse it as the child being aware of its need to poop early enough to be able to hold its for long enough so it can make it to a bathroom. Observe a toddler focused on playing with a top / television program... it will wet / fill its diaper without changing its focus, being totally unaware of its needs until the act of pooping occurs as a surprise to the toddler. The toddler normally giggles at the shock (if it notices), but then goes back to focus on the toy / T.V. with no care to the state of its diaper. It is not until later, when the bulk of the diaper is preventing the child from doing something and/or the poop starts to cause a rash / discomfort, is the child aware of the poop and the need to address it. A baby/child in a high-chair during a meal when it needs to poop will not stop what it is doing.... it will continue to eat / drink and in between breaths, will push the poop into its diaper. To the baby / child, this is as normal as breathing etc... and what it has been trained to do (from birth by its parents) - to ignore the need of its bladder / bowels and let them empty as and when needed. Yes, the baby / child is aware of its need, but it is secondary to what it wants to do - ie eat / drink. A child will toilet train itself given the correct circumstances... which are no diaper / training pants / underwear that enforce the cold uncomfortable feeling that they are wet / messy... but it is the adult / career that has to trigger this, not the child, and ONLY when the child is ready - ie can identify its needs prior to the event. Most parents can tell, by the action of their child, when the child is going to wet / mess its diaper. Due to the comfort level of disposable diapers (thin feel, highly absorbent, dry to touch even when wet etc) as apposed to cloth diapers, the causality loop (the cold & wet feel after wetting a diaper) does not exist. Even training diapers / pull-ups do not cause that cold-wet feeling. To create that 'response' diaper manufactures have added in some 'Potty Training' diapers a wet feel liner. The predominant usage of disposable diapers, add to this, pull-up (diapers), the baby / child is being taught that it is the normal behaviour to wet and mess when then need to go when and wherever they are in whatever they are wearing. The age of a cloth diaper wearer to become toilet trained (day AND night) was between 18 - 28 months. The current age range of disposable diaper wearers are 3-5 years of age (daytime) with some needing nighttime diapers up to ages 12-15. see causality loop The larger problem is the ability to learn. The longer a child is using diapers, the harder it is to train the associated nerves to work as an early warning system as to avoid the reflex action of voiding rather than holding until it reaches a toilet. Also, since the child is not holding, the bladder / bowels will not stretch to cope with longer times away from a bathroom / overnight. Thirdly, the autonomic response of eating causes waste to enter the bowels. Most diaper dependent people fill their diapers whilst eating / shortly after same due to this. Drinking tends to trigger the bladder to release also. Night-time control is dependent on the production of vaspressin, which due to same being a cost to the body that is offset by the sleep gained, this autonomic process does not develop as it is not needed. We , as humans, constantly adapt to what is required. If bladder / bowel control is not required (due to being constantly in diapers), bladder/bowel control will NOT be developed. So, in simple terms, if a child is never trained to use a toilet, it will use what it knows, the diapers. If the diapers are disposable, the child will learn later in life the causality loop - ie when it wets, it will feel cold and wet etc. The pull-up diaper types makes it even more difficult for the child to distinguish between pull-up diapers and underwear. Cloth diapers do teach the causality loop earlier, but without the child being told a different way - ie to use the toilet, due to not knowing any better, it will continue to use the diapers. Others here have stated that a child WILL self learn to use a toilet. This is a common mistake since a child will self teach many items - however, it has been taught to use diapers from birth. As a result, will not expend time to re-learn what it already (in its mind) knows. This is one of the many reasons why toilet training a child is difficult on both... and also a trigger to the AB/DL lifestyle.... many AB/DL's prefer the stability of pre-toilet training (revert to original behaviour prior to formation of memories), and person dependent, may seek an earlier time in their life to re-live due to attempting to suppress those later memories... i.e. self regress to 6 month old due to perceived conflict when they were 7+ months old (ages only as example). Some AB/DLs prefer to regress to during toilet training, where the mistakes of wet / messy training pants was rewarded with being lovingly cleaned and cared for while being placed back into diapers. = attention seeking with no blame for mistakes... something that as we have grown, the level of blame and associated cost etc has grown for each little problem. In my humble opinion, not toilet training a child does not create the perfect AB/DL and is little to no advantage to the child. The best/ideal AB/DL (if there is one) is a person who was toilet trained (at a normal age) and grew up in a relatively normal environment but has the intelligence to rebel against normal / stereotypes and freely choose to regress. There are numerous different triggers that create an AB/DL. Not toilet training a child is definitely not one of them and is damaging to the child. We go back to the tenancy of this, and most AB/DL groups / forums / sites etc... THIS IS NOT FOR CHILDREN IN ANY FORM. Please people, stop including under 18 year olds in your thoughts and/or actions. ABDL 'play' is OK for YOU, the above 18 year old to act / behave, and be treated as any age demographic you freely choose, by another that freely chooses to treat you as such... but NOT for you / another to force another into a situation for your / anothers selfish gain in any form. FREEDOM exists for all equally... and we all must fight to ensure that equality. Freedom is not the ability to do/not do as you wish, but to do / not do as you should where it does not affect the freedoms of another.

Chapter Two "Hey." I blinked my eyes open, looking around the darkness of the hospital room. The only light left on was the glow of the television and my stomach grumbled hungrily. I sat upright just as I saw a shadow move in front of my doorway, and a figure appeared. I nearly leapt out of the bed and ran like a scared little girl, and it must have been clear on my face. "Hey, hey! I didn't mean to scare ya." It was... a guy? In a hospital gown. He was about my age, about my height, and wore a warm smile on his face. Another patient? "I'm Sam," he said, with an outstretched hand. I leaned forward and shook it. "Jude." "Jude. Nice to meetcha. You been here long?" "Oh, uh... just... a few hours?" Then again, I wasn't sure how long I had drifted off to sleep. I rubbed the sand from my eyes. "Right, right, cool cool cool." I didn't know if I liked this dude, but he seemed like he was in the same predicament as me, so that earned him a basic level of trust. "Have you been here long?" I asked in kind. “Yeah, a few days,” he answered, and then looked over his shoulder. “Do you know yet?" "Do... I know...?" I looked at him, awash with confusion. "You mean, what's wrong with me?" "What? No. That's just this infectious thing... easy to treat. But it's gonna take a couple days. Karlie will explain it." Infectious thing. A couple days. Did that mean I'd be suck in this hospital room for a couple days? Ugh. I sat back on my bed with obvious irritation. I guess I'd have to call work after all... "But you don't know?" There was that damn question again, and I was starting to get pissed at this Sam guy! "No man, I don't know, what are you fucking talk about?" "Oh." He paused, like he was weighing his options. To tell me or not tell me. But I was glad he told me, or I would have wondered for the rest of my life. "If you say the word 'Comply', everyone here does what you say. Like no lie. I don't know what's up with them, but they're just like zombies man, you're gonna love it. Anyway I should get back to my room, huh?" "...what? What are you talking about? Is this a joke or something?" Sam gave me a thumbs up and disappeared from my room. I looked at the empty doorway, fresh irritation spreading across my face, and crossed my arms in annoyance. Comply? What the fuck was that supposed to do? Clearly that doctor had dropped me somewhere in the psych ward... "Oh, you're awake champ." I knew that fucking voice! That condescending tone! Champ or Princess, what even kind of nonsense was that? I was gonna give that nurse a piece of my mind. Karlie, right? But damn did she look sexy in her uniform, pushing the food cart. "I am really fucking hungry." That bit of lip was all I could manage. Comply? Ugh. Idiot guy. "Yeah, I've been working with patients upstairs like... all night. I meant to get you some dinner, but..." With a sigh, Karlie stared out at the empty nurse's station. "Maybe tomorrow Melanie would do her shift in here..." "Hey," I said sharply. "Food?" "Oh, right, sorry!" Karlie put the food tray on a table and wheeled it over the bed. Some low-quality chicken and potatoes. A juice cup. A pack of peanut butter crackers. Not the best dinner... "So. What's wrong with me, anyway? One of the other patients said it was an infection?" "It's confidential, really. Nothing you need to worry about, champ." Ugh! "Well I wanna know,” I told her. “I deserve to know!" "You really don't. Your tests aren't even back yet. It's not your business unless you need treatment." "Fucking tell me, Karlie! Comply, tell me!" Yeah. That's right. I said it. I didn't say it because I thought for a second it would work, I said it because I was sure with absolute certainty that it wouldn't and this was just the way I could prove it. But Karlie froze in place, one hand hovering over a monitor, and the look in her eyes growing soft and foggy. She blinked once, twice, and then looked down at me with an ounce of confusion. The whole experience was... surreal. "Tell me," I repeated. "Be honest." "...you likely have a contagious infection,” Karlie said. “Nothing to worry about. But it takes a few days for the antibiotics to drive them out. So we have to keep you at the hospital until then. The tests are - at the moment - inconclusive. But we will be sure by morning." Then she changed the subject. "I'll get you some scrubs, do you need any other pillows or anything, champ?" Her voice had returned to normal immediately after, like she didn't even realize what she'd said just before, and I was... baffled. I couldn't get my head around this. This was a joke, right? "I... uh. No. Um... that's fine." It was a fluke. Coincidence. Right? But as Karlie left the room, I couldn't help but wonder. I had ordered to tell me what was wrong with me. She wasn't going to, right? Before I said that word. Comply. Why did it have so much power? Was it just Karlie? No, Sam said... he said all the staff. I thought about the receptionist. About the red-haired doctor. What else could I make them do...? I ate dinner, but I couldn't stop thinking about that word, the power I allegedly wielded, the ideas Sam had put in my head. After a god night’s sleep, when Karlie met me in the morning, I had to know for sure. "Karlie, Comply and get me some McDonalds. A Big Mac meal with extra Mac Sauce." And she pivoted on her toe and left. Jesus. What the fuck? No way. Nope. I didn't believe it! It was a stupid game. But sure enough, within half an hour, Karlie was in front of me with a McDonald's bag and a smile on her face. Then, I watched her smile falter. She set the bag down on the table in front of me and crossed her arms. Confusion filled her eyes. Did she... not know? "You just picked me up some McDonald's," I told her. "Don't you remember that?" "Oh. Yeah, totally! I was just thinking about..." She paused. Then, with aplomb, she changed the subject. "Your tests came back! It seems you have a pretty common infection, but it's highly contagious. Unless you want us treating the whole town, we're going to have to keep you here for a few days. Don't worry about me or the staff - we've had vaccines." "The whole staff?" I asked. "Yep!" Interesting... maybe it had something to do with the weird code word. "Anyway, real breakfast will be out soon, I guess you're gonna be pretty full, champ." And she left. I looked at the McDonalds. I tried to see out the window, but the blinds were still drawn. An infectious thing? Contagious? I didn't like the sound of that. But for some reason this woman was obeying my every whim. ----------------- Like & Comment! Please consider supporting us on Patreon! Thank you for reading!

I've been spending the holidays working on chapter six. I should have it up soon. Just have to move from outline to finished product. I'm trying to work on increasing my chapter leng because there's so much I want to tell.

Friday morning Carolina and I took Noel into Dr. Grant. She asked several questions that Noel answered if she wasn't sure she asked us to explain it to her. She didn't know if her dad's family had any bedwetters, they lived in another part of the state. Her mommy told her her daddy died before she was even born. They sent her to Doctor Madison Anderson Urologist. She did the same tests that she ran on me, they also ran on Noel. After they were done we were brought to her office. "Are you sure there is no relation to you Willy? She has the same incomplete bladder muscle as you. In fact I would go out on a limb and say she is a long lost relative of yours. I did noticed a familiar resemblence to you." After she said that both Carolina and I noticed it as well. A week later we were in court. Louise Davenport, never put up one argument to get Noel back as a daughter. As soon as the judge banged his gavel declaring Noel ours. As we were leaving I noticed Louise staring at me. "Can I help you, Miss Davenport?" I asked? "You look familiar, did you ever live in Huntsville?" She asked? "Yeah I was born and raised there, Why? "You just look like a guy I knew there about 10 years ago, is all." "I moved away from there about 10 and a half years ago to go to school." This might sound weird but do you wear diapers?" She asked? "That's kind of personal!" I said. "It's just the guy I knew did, his name was Denny, Daniel, Donald! Something like that?" "I have a brother Donald?" "I spent a summer there about 10 years ago with my Aunt Verna McCallister." "I know her she and her husband Chauncy lived about a block away from us. I went to school with your Cousin Sarah." "Yeah, well anyway I had sex with a guy named Donald Carlson, I believe his name was, he is Noel's father. At least she is going to family. For a little town there are a hell of a lot of bedwetters there, your brother was the cutest. There are a hell of a lot of ugly guys. He scratched my itch for the summer. When I got home I found out I was pregnant with Noel." I thought that the reason she looks so much like me is because I'm really her uncle! Im Uncle Willy! Carolina and I have never told Donald he was a dad, he has a right to her, but working at the feed store doesn't pay a whole hell of a lot, he couldn't afford to keep her. Plus we loved her and the thought of losing her was to painful to even think about. Her Birth Certificate has listed under father Deceased. I guess if we did DNA testing but we know the truth. Her new Birth Certificate lists William Dean Carlson and Carolina Edith (Nee Stamp) Carlson as her parents!

Chapter 20 I am awoken by daddy’s voice "mom don't Pick her up." "Oh, nonsense all little love being held." as I feel these hands scoop me up. My eyes pop open and instant fight mode kicks is. This woman’s face older than mommies or daddy's is completely in my field of view. I punch the biggest closest target I can, which happens to be her nose. I feel the nose give as I make contact she screams out in pain as I am dropped in a heap back in the crib. Daddy rushes over to me as the woman yells. "You stupid little bitch, you broke my nose." Then turns to daddy "I knew it was wrong all littles need to be regressed." She is holding her nose. Daddy picks me up and holds me to his shoulder. "Shhhhh sweetie it will be ok. Mom go the bathroom and get cleaned up. Once Shawnna is awake she will be in a better mood." the hollers out the room "rose can you come help my mom as I get Shawnna ready." mommy was already at the door after hearing the screaming. "What happened?" She asks daddy quickly explains "no, I got her you take care of your mom I can’t look at her right now." Daddy hands me over to mommy as I start to cry. "Oh, princess I am so sorry. She said she just wanted to look." She sits in the glider and we rock for a minute as I start to calm down. I start to shake as my adrenaline comes down. "Let's get you dressed. They came earlier than expected." She lays me on the changing table. And makes quick work of my change. She places a light purple party dress on me that does nothing to hide my diapers and a pair of white tights to cover my legs. "There you go all pretty for the party." She reaches into the crib grabs my pacifier attaches it to a clip and clips it to my dress. "Now I want to ask a favor. If you feel you are about to say something bad, please put this in your mouth. You won’t be leaving our side unless it's to one we really trust ok" I nod "good girl." I can hear Daddy talking to his mom in the bathroom. She tells him “How can you let a little menace like that in your house?” “Mom the poor thing has PTSD. We react when startled.” He tells her “That’s why all little need to be regressed. Then there is no worry about their past make it so they can’t even remember their names.” As we leave my bedroom daddies mom and him are coming out of the bathroom. Daddy says "I guess proper introductions are in order. Mom this is Shawnna my little girl, Shawnna this is your grandmother Laura." I decide for now it may be best to save the piece "Hello Laura. I am sorry about hitting you" "Yeah if it was in my power you would. Never be able to do that again." Laura says I lose all respect that I may have had for her then. She obviously thinks so little of us. Mommy responds "it's a good thing she isn’t yours then" as she turns and walks to the living room. There is a knock on the door. And mommy and I go answer as she opens the door there is an amazon that is a few inches shorter than mommy with fiery red hair in very tight curls. "Beth it's so good you could come!" "God Rose it's like I haven’t seen you in a week. Oh yeah it has been a week" she responds with a laugh. "Do you think I could pass up the chance to meet your new little before everyone else. Is this her?" Mommy nods. "Hello Shawnna, it's a pleasure to meet you!" she says directly to me holding out her hand. I shake her hand "it's nice to meet you also Beth. Mommy tells me you work with her." "That's right and I promise when you come with her, we will have so much fun." We all head into the living room the bigs chatting over me, not like I'm not there but just about things at work and catching up with each other. As everyone one starts to show up, I am in mommy’s arms as she greats everyone. daddy and the guys are outside with the grill cooking on the grill. The littles are playing outside with a couple bigs keeping an eye on them I noticed one little is running around with the amazon kid and 2 of the littles are barely able to crawl. I am in mommies arms as she was stepping out back "I am going to have to sit you with the littles for a little bit. Ok hun?" "Yeah I guess mommy" I say sticking the pacifier in my mouth. She sets me down in the grass. I notice it is brook and Kate that are watching the littles and Mick. Brandon and Mick run over to me "Shawnna come play!!" they both squeal in pleasure that I am finally on the ground and can play. "Mick, I know I told you this. And I am sure your parents did also Brandon. But Shawnna can’t run like you guys can" Brook says simply. "Oh" says Brandon "is she regressed like Amber and Stephen?" "No, I am not regressed my legs just don't work right." I say taking the pacifier out. "If she was mine, I would just regress her and leave as she is." Kate says. Brook speaks up "you know we don't talk bad about your parenting style. you really should respect theirs." Brandon interrupts my listening in "I can get my mommy or your mommy to take you over to the sand box. Does that sound fun mick?" "Yeah that sounds like lots of fun!" Mick exclaims clapping her hands. "Thank you but you two go have fun. I won’t be able to do a lot." I say more than a little sad. As I start to feel sorry for myself. "Auntie Rose, auntie Rose" Mick starts to yell "Shawnna is cwying" Brook comes over "can I pick you up sweetie?" I nod my head as I am wiping the tears from my face. She picks me up and places me on her shoulder. "What's wrong dear?" She asks as I quietly cry on her shoulder. Mommy comes over after placing a dish on the outside table. "What's going on?" "I'm not sure I was talking with Kate, Brandon and Mick where talking with her. The mick starts yelling." She explains to mommy. "I… I… can't go play, I can’t move, I can’t.. I'm stuck wherever I am placed!" I studder past my crying. Mommy places her hand on my back. "oh sweetheart, you are special just the way you are. And we will get you fixed as soon as we can. Then you can play all day long." "She would be better if you would just leave her that way. Hell, it's your choice keep him as a him. That's even better." Kate says "You need to shut up!!! Or you can just leave" mommy says and I can hear the anger in her voice. “I don’t tell you how to raise your littles. Stay out of mine!” “Why don’t I take Shawnna in and get her changed.” Brook says “Are you ok with Auntie Brook changing you?” Mommy asks. All I can do is nod. As I am still snuffling in her shoulder. We head in and straight to my room. I can look over Brooks shoulder as we go in and I see mommy in Kates face talking very angrily. As brook lays me down on my changing table I ask, “Did I do something wrong?” “No Shawnna you did nothing wrong. Kate just has some very poor views on how to raise a little. You are gorgeous and I am excited to see you be able to run and play with my baby girl.” As she takes my tights down, I see a shadow of pain cross her face as she gets her first look at my legs. “Oh, baby I am sorry for this.” As she untapes my diaper and pulls it down. I blush and hide my face in my skirt. “Oh, stop that silly. You are gorgeous regardless of what’s in your diapers.” She makes quick work of changing me. I can tell she has loads of practice. “There all dry, now I thought I heard your daddy saying dinner was almost done. Shall we go see?” “yes, please! I am starving!” I respond eagerly She picks me up and instantly blows a raspberry on my belly and I can’t help but to start giggling. “there is the happy girl I was told all about.” Brook says with a smile. She cradles me so I can see where we are going, as she heads out back. We see everyone starting to gather to get their dinner. Beth walks over to us “No fair you got to change this cutie first. I thought we where going to be buddies.” “I hope we can Beth I was upset, and she had me in her arms already. Would it help you feel better if I ate on your lap?” “Oh, I would love that, and you can sit there when you open your gifts. If you want.” “Yours or mommy’s” I grin Brook hands me over to Beth who promptly plants a kiss on my cheek. “I am sorry today hasn’t gone as well as we had hoped. But I hear you have a mean right hook. You almost broke Laura’s nose.” “I am sorry I did that. If I had been awake, I wouldn’t have.” “Oh, dear don’t worry I don’t like her much either” she says with a wink. We sit down and I am pulled back against her belly. “That little really should be with the rest” Kate says “This party is for her shut the fuck up Kate. If you can’t keep your comments to yourself, you can leave.” Daddy says crossly. “However, when we bring the cake out, she should go in her highchair. That is unless you want to wear the cake also.” Mommy says. “oh, I have no intention on wearing any cake.” Beth chuckles. “Steak or chicken mi bambino” daddy asks me “you can’t be serious. You are calling that violent little bitch that?” Laura says. “Yes, mom I do she is a part of my family. If you can’t accept that you can leave also.” Daddy snaps at his mom. “So, what would you like Shawnna?” “um steak please.” I say. Daddy cuts a steak and puts a bunch of other things on the plate. And places it in front of me. I take a look at the plate there is the steak, mashed potatoes, pasta salad, fruit salad, and corn. I start to dig in. “Use your fork sweetheart” mommy reminds me with a giggle. I realize I started eating with my hands. “Sorry mommy, the foods really good tough” Beth wipes my hand and hands me my fork. I eat the whole plate as everyone is talking. There are some questions asked of me, and I answer them all respectfully even from Kate and Laura. “See I can cook” Daddy says to Mommy. “I never said you couldn’t. I’m just better” Mommy hands Beth a bottle for me, she shifts me in her arms and starts to feed me. As I finish the bottle Mommy says, “I think it’s time for cake.” She lifts me from Beth’s arms and sits me in my highchair before she places the lap strap and the tray, she strips me of my dress then finishes securing me. Daddy brings out a small cake, one that I have seen babies eat on their first birthday I think it’s called a smash cake. He places it on the tray. I notice Brook is bringing out a larger cake for everyone else. My cake has ‘Welcome home Shawnna’ written on in pretty pink writing. There are purple icing designs around the top and bottom. There is a pink rose right above the writing. I notice there is no fork, I look up and see mommy with a camera at the ready. I think to myself ‘I might as well embrace the little for this one’. I take a hand full of cake and take a small bite. I instantly get hit with the little high and proceed to start shoveling the cake in my mouth not caring the mess I make. I quickly loose track of how many flashes go off. After I have eaten all that I can, mommy comes over to me with a washcloth and begins to wipe me down “Maybe it would be quicker just to give you a bath.” All I can do is smile at her. She finishes her work pulls me out “Lets take you inside for a bit.” She takes me in lays me on the living room floor. “Did you have fun princess?” She asks as she slides my dress back over my head “Ahhh huhhhh wots mommy.” I respond when my head is free. “good I’m glad, you know you didn’t have to go that far.” “Wike I had a choice” I giggle. She gives a little chuckle “Well I guess not. Let me place you in your walker and let you come down. We will all be in, in a bit so you can open your gifts.” “otays mommy” God that little extract goes straight to my head Mommy places me in my walker and I start to idly play with the toys on the walker. A few moments later Kate brings her littles in changes them leaving them in just their diapers and puts on the TV. Fiddles with the remote and puts it on a channel I have never seen before. She walks over to me, “This will put you in your place” and faces me towards the TV. As the show starts, I find my eyes unable to break from the TV and the world starts to fade. I don’t know how long I was there watching the TV. I come out of my haze when the TV was turned off. With Mommy yelling at Kate and her littles crying. “What in the hell did you do?” “Oh, stop its just temporary, she will be normal in a few hours.” “I don’t care! We told you that we nor her desired to be regressed. You took it upon yourself to attack us, That’s the last fucking straw!!! Get your littles and your shit and get the fuck out of my house. You are not welcome near my family again!!” “Your over reacting Rose” Kate sneers “Over reacting. You fucking regressed my little girl.” Mommy yells. “Get out now” Mommy says just above a whisper to me it sounds like she is about to rip Kates throat out. I then start to realize just how far Mommy will go to protect me. “Fine” as Kate goes to the back door and calls for Kevin. “And don’t ever come back” Mommy says as I watch Kate and Kevin her husband gather their littles and belongings including the gift they bought. As they walk out the door mommy comes over to me. “Baby are you ok? Please just say something!” “Mommy I am fine what happened?” Mommy stops and just blinks at me for a second. “Mark come hear please.” She hollers. Daddy comes in, in a rush “Everyone is still outside, getting a little worried about what’s going on. You look like you saw a ghost what’s wrong?” “I come in and see Kate on her phone as her littles and Shawnna are fully engrossed in a regression channel.” Mommy says. As she says that things start to click in my mind. ‘the bitch tried to regress me. Why didn’t it work?’ “No, she didn’t, I’m going to kill her. Where is she?” “Mark I already kicked her out and she is never coming back. But Mark it didn’t work. Shawnna wasn’t regressed.” “Your shitting me. Shawnna, baby how do you feel?” “I am fine Daddy; did she really try to regress me? And um…. why didn’t it work. I get the little high easy enough.” Daddy looks at me then at mommy “Both of you. We can’t tell anyone. Rose you caught her resetting the channels. That’s why you kicked her out. We will talk to Dr Ungar Tuesday maybe she has an answer.” He looks at us both waiting for us to nod our heads. “Baby we will get to the bottom of this I promise.” “Ok daddy…….. am I broken?” “No mi bambino you are just fine. Let’s finish this party up and we can spend some alone time together. How does that sound?” “Great daddy. Mommy Bethy wants me to sit on her lap for the gifts, can I?” I can see concern on her face. “Bethy huh I think she will like that nickname and yes you can. Daddy will hand you your gifts and I will gladly take all the pictures.” Daddy stands up and walks to the back door. “Ok everyone the excitement is over. Let’s bring this party inside. Beth some little girl wants to sit on your lap to open her gifts.” Everyone starts to come in. As Beth picks me up, she looks at mommy “so what happened? We all heard some commotion.” “I caught Kate unlocking the regression channels.” Mommy says. “Oh no. It’s a good thing you caught her on time.” “Could you hang out after the party for a few?” “Yeah no problem. Who wouldn’t want to spend more time with this cutie.” Beth says as she tickles me just a little and I squeal and giggle. She sits on the floor crossing her legs and plants me in her lap. Everyone takes a seat on the chairs or the floor as daddy starts bringing the gifts over. As the first gift is handed to me, I start by reading the tag “To Shawnna, from Teresa and John” I say looking at Daddy’s sister, I start slowly pulling the tapes off the sides. “Nope that is not how we do this” Beth says as she reaches and rips the paper. “I wanted to save that. It was pretty.” I say with a little pout. I finish unwrapping the gift by ripping the paper as Beth had already started. Inside the box are some cloths, I pull one out and it is a denim overall dress, with a puppy embroidered on the bib. There is a Lavender onesie with a matching puppy to go with. “Thank you, Aunt Teresa. I can’t come give you a hug or I so would.” “Your welcome dear I thought you might like it.” She says. As gift after gift come my way. There are lots of cloths, and some items to make mommy and daddies life easier. One being a little monitor. Like a baby monitor but for littles. I think to myself ‘is there really a difference?’ I am handed another gift I read the tag “From Gammi, and pappi. Um who are they?” “Brad and I are” Says Laura. “I know we never said to call us that. But no good little would be rude about it.” “I am sorry I didn’t mean to be rude, I just wanted to thank the appropriate people.” I go and rip the paper and take a look at the box. On the front of the box is a picture of a smiling little with this belt type thing that seamed to be holding its arms to it and its ankles near his overly padded butt, with two smiling amazons looking down at the little. Daddy takes the box. “Mom this is uncalled for. I am going to be blunt here and I don’t care how you take it. I have tolerated a lot because you are my mother. But you just crossed a line that you can never come back from. This “gift” will never be used. And most likely will be thrown out with the rest of the trash as soon as you leave. This treatment will never be allowed near my daughter and if you can’t accept that, there is the door. I assume you know your way home.” Her jaw drops. “come on Brad it seams we are no longer welcome. Mark I am not sorry for trying to make your life easier.” “Really mom, really. You knew our requests even before she came to live with us. You have known my feelings since I was a kid myself.” Daddy says. The more they are talking the angrier I am getting. I start to make a grumble in the back of my throat like a growl. Beth pulls me closer and starts to run her fingers trough my hair trying to calm me down. Daddy looks angry but sad at the same time. I am angrier at what she is doing to him then to me. “please just go” Daddy says. She grabs her things including the restraining device and leaves. Beth looks down at me “Some little puppy was getting really angry there.” “That fucking AMAZON hurt my daddy.” “SHAWNNA, we don’t use that word.” Beth scolds. “Bethy, I am not a racist person. And I know that term is viewed as a derogatory term. I am sorry, I see it this way there are bigs like you and mommy and daddy and Brook, who are all very nice. Then there are amazons that are very mean. And she is very mean.” I explain myself to her. “Oh, my little puppers we are going to get along so well. Did you just call me Bethy? You are so cute.” As I finish unwrapping the gifts, I get to Beths last. I read the tag “To Shawnna. From Beth” I look up at her and she winks at me. I promptly rip the paper. And I find it to be a tablet, little sized but as I read it says its designed to stimulate unregessed little minds. “Ohhhhh Bethy thank you soooo soooo much. I get so bored some days not being able to do a whole lot.” I reach my arms up to try to give her a hug, but she turns me around and we hug each other. “You know I can get used to you calling me Bethy.” She whispers in my ear. “You know Rose and Mark if you’re not careful I may just steal this little girl form you.” She tells mommy and daddy with a grin. “Over our dead bodies” daddy says, and everyone has a good laugh. “Ok hun I think its my turn to change your cute bottom. I am going to go change her real quick and we will be right back.” Beth says She stands with me and carries me into my nursery. As she lays me down, she looks me straight in the eye. “Yes, I already know what’s hiding under this cute diapie. You need to know I respect you and actually look up to you a little. Having the strength and courage to make that change. not a lot of bigs or littles would go through with it.” “Thank you. Unfortunately, I really didn’t have a lot of choices left in my old dimension. And well since I was starting over and this option was given, I had to take the opportunity.” “I don’t know all that you have gone through. I only know a small portion. I hope one day I can earn your trust enough that you are willing to share some with me.” She says as she untapes my diaper and starts to wipe me down. Suddenly we hear the little voice of Brandon at the door. “Wait she has a pee pee like me. That’s so cool.” “Brandon go back to your mommy, its not nice to barge in when another is being changed in private. And that’s why we came back here for privacy.” “Sorry, I love your room Shawnna.” He says as he turns and heads to the living room. “Well, it was bound to come out eventually” I say. “Yeah its not something that can really be hidden for very long. The good thing, he didn’t seam to mind. And you will be seeing him at the little care center your mommy and I work at. So, you will have a friend.” Beth says. She finishes changing me and takes me back to the living room. Teresa looks at me “I’m sorry we didn’t even know he was gone until he was at your door. I hope your not too embraced.” “No, it was bound to come out eventually. Besides I can’t expect to only be changed in the privacy of our home.” “This is true, Brandon come here let’s get you your night feeding then we can head out and get you to bed.” Brandon toddles over to her, as she unbuttons her blouse, and unhooks the nursing bra she has on. Picks up Brandon and cradles him as he laches on and starts to nurse. I can’t seem to take my eyes off the sight. “Your first time seeing this?” she asks. I blush and nod. “Its ok, this is normal for a lot of big and little relationships.” Beth hands me over to mommy and says “why don’t wo open this up and see how it works” as she grabs the tablet. The three of us sit there figuring it out as Brandon is eating. Brook, Kris and Mick say their goodbyes, we all exchange hugs. I tell Mick “Next time we are together maybe we can color.” “Dat be fun” she says as she rubs her eyes. They leave after that. When Brandon is done, he is quickly changed right there in the living room. Sleeping soundly, Teresa says goodbye and gives us hugs. I thank her again for the gifts. And they leave, that leaves me, mommy, daddy, and Beth. “So why did you ask me to hang out longer?” Beth asks. “Shawnna, Beth is one of the very few your Daddy and I trust with everything.” I nod my head “I really like her can we keep her?” Mommy chuckles and squeezes me a little “Don’t worry sweetheart she isn’t going anywhere. Well Beth we told a white lie to everyone. I did not catch the TV on time. I don’t know how long Shawnna was watching it. She was completely engrossed into it, however, the funny thing. The hypnosis didn’t affect her. Not at all.” “You really are a special little girl aren’t you.” Beth says to me. “I just think I’m broken” I respond solemnly. “No, you are not broken Shawnna, you are our sweet special girl. When we take her to her Dr Tuesday we are going to ask about it. It may be something normal, but we are going to get to the bottom of it.” Daddy says. He looks at me “I promise we will get to the bottom of it” “So, are those four allowed around Shawnna again?" Beth asks “Not its I have anything to have with it.” Mommy says pulling me in tighter as if to impress that she will always be there to protect me. “So how can I help?” Beth asks “Just another person to help protect her and cover if anything like this happens again. You know how that hypnosis is everywhere anymore.” Daddy says. My mind drifts from what was being said or what had happened. It was going round and round about why an unregressed little would breastfeed. And why breastfeeding. “Mommy, why did Teresa breastfeed Brandon?” “really. that’s what your thinking about?” Mommy askes shocked. “I’m sorry. I know this is important. But until we know why I don’t see how it really matters. I am the way I am.” I say with a shrug. “Yes, you are. And we love you now and forever.” Mommy says. “Well your question there are a few reasons. One, there is a lot of bonding that happens. There is a chemical in out milk that is sort of addicting like the little extract is. The chemical also has an effect on littles where they temporarily regress, but not like Amber and Stephen, more where the little losses some or all of the fear of letting go and be well little. I don’t know how else to explain it. It makes us happy and the littles happy.” “Is it something you want to do?” I ask not out of fear but curiosity. “Why don’t we talk about this latter how does that sound?” “Ok mommy.” “Well I will help keep an eye on the sweet thing. I really should get going let you get her settled and ready for bed.” Beth says. As she stands to leave Mommy stands with me cradled in her arms and gives her a hug. “thank you, thank you for everything.” “Don’t think on it” Beth says. As they part, I wrap my arms around Beth’s neck and hang there, she quickly grabs me and holds me close. “Thank you for the gift, and just being you.” I say She hugs me tight, “you are very welcome. I can’t have my little puppy going stir crazy cooped up n the house all the time now can I.” She hands me back to Mommy. Turns and gives Daddy a hug and leaves. When we are finally alone. Mommy looks at me “Besides the trouble spots did you have fun today?” “I did. A lot you’re your families are really nice. And so is Beth.” “Your family too silly. Let’s get you your bottle dressed for bed and we can finish this discussion.” Mommy says. “Mark can you make her a bottle and bring it to the nursery She carries me into my nursery, she takes my dress off and my tights. She changes me into my thick nighttime diaper. She walks to the closet and pulls out a deep purple night gown. “I need to do some laundry tomorrow.” She says to herself. I hold my arms up as she slides the night gown down my body. Daddy comes in with my bottle. “Thank you honey why don’t you stay.” “If you want. I just thought it would be more a talk between you girls.” “Well it may not effect you, but it does involve the care of Shawnna so yes stay. I for one would like to know your thoughts.” Mommy says. As she takes the bottle and sits in the glider positioning me in her arms. “So, you remember what I was saying about the bond between big and little?” I nod as I start to suckle from the bottle. “Well I am going to be honest; I would love for us to have that. But I only want to do what you are comfortable with. I will never push you to do anything, well there maybe sometimes I will have to. But this is not one of them. Your thoughts Mark?” “Well as your mom said we wont push something on you that isn’t for your best interest. Do I think breastfeeding could help you. In a lot of ways, I am sure it could, but us consistently showing you love and protecting you will achieve the same but will take a longer time. We love you and only want the best.” I push the bottle away. “Thank you for being honest, I will think about it.” As I finish speaking mommy puts the nipple back in my mouth. Daddy comes over and kisses my forehead “I love you mi bambino sleep well. I will go get the little monitor and set it up as you finish getting her tucked in.” “Thank you hun that would be nice so we can hear when she has a bad dream or wakes up.” As he steps out to get the monitor ready Mommy starts humming as I finish my bottle. I am sound asleep still suckling. I stir a little as she lays me in my crib handing me my teddy, I wrap my arms around it as she tucks me in.

You are getting old if you remember watching TV as a kid and the picture was black and white. Your getting old if you remember your mother telling you to move the rabbit ears on the TV so the picture could get clearer! Or go and get tin foil to put on the rabbit ears so the picture would come in clearer! You are getting old if you know what rabbit ears are.........

You're getting too old when - you tell a younger person, "I had that for my record player!" (or on cassette) and they just give you a blank look that says "What's that?" you say "Back in my day......... (insert subject here)"

Thank you for all the comments. The following chapter picks up where 33 left off, and I'm going to make the assertion that if someone was very highly "made up" then they wouldn't be recognizable even by someone who knows them well. I apologize that this chapter doesn't really mention diapers at all but is far more concerned with gender roles and the darker side of a humiliation fetish. It is of course wildly unrealistic fiction. Training Her Baby Part 35 Nancy’s Lesson Nancy felt a shot of adrenaline through her body, she had never been this shocked before in her life. The date with Sally had been going so well, she was on cloud nine, then suddenly everything changed. Was this some kind of setup, why had Sally left her with her ex-boss Doug? She wanted to try and bolt around Doug, he noticed her glance at the door. “Relax doll, this is all part of your training,” he said calmly. Nancy looked at Doug in the eye and realized he didn’t recognize her, she quickly looked to the floor. “Aww I can see you’re a shy one, why don’t you take a seat there,” Doug said. Nancy glanced at the couch and sat down smoothing hour her short dress. “Tell me your name,” Doug commanded. “Nancy,” she said as soft and high as she dared. Doug smiled, “OK Nancy, I know you are a sissy, I know your mistress keeps you locked in chastity and diapers. I help your mistress with training sissies in their most important function. Do you know what that is?” he asked. “No,” Nancy said as meekly as possible. “Whenever you address me you will call me Sir, do you understand,” Doug added. “Yes Sir,” Nancy said. She always knew Doug was an asshole, but this whole dom thing was so over the top, she wanted to ask him what life was like on unemployment after losing his job in a stupid scam, but still thought it best to keep quiet. “Good girl, the most important function for a sissy is to please, and right now it would please me if you would suck cock,” Doug said. Nancy felt a bead of sweat on her forehead, there was absolutely no way she was going anywhere near Doug’s cock, no matter how big it was. Wait, did I just think that, Nancy thought. “Now just let it go and relax,” Doug said and began to pull his shirt over his head. Nancy instantly recognized the words from Cindy’s hypnosis CDs, it wasn’t like she became a mindless slave, but those words seemed to open up her mind a bit and she glanced up at Doug, I’d never realized how toned he is, she though. She examined the tightly groomed chest hair and the way the light played on his muscles. Doug turned around and locked the door then turned back around with a smile on his face. “I only do this for Cindy because her sissies are always hot, do you realize that Nancy, how hot you are?” Doug asked. “No Sir,” Nancy said and began to feel her chest rise and fall, she felt her clitty press against her cage. “It’s hard to believe you were ever a man, but truth is you never really were, you were just a sissy waiting for the right person to turn you into what you were meant to be, do you know what you were meant to be?” Doug asked. “No Sir,” Nancy said breathlessly. “A pretty little cocksucker,” Doug said as he unbuttoned his pants. He zipped them down and pulled them to his knees, then his boxers went down and his manhood sprang out ready for action. This cock was nothing like the clitties that she and Sally possessed, it was easily twice as big. Nancy felt her mouth water. “On your knees slut,” Doug commanded. Nancy was familiar with the command having heard it in her sleep many times. Without a second thought she was off the couch and on her knees in front of Doug. “Very good girl, the only thing a sissy craves is cock, you want it, nothing pleases you more than pleasing someone else,” Doug said. She had imagined herself in this very situation so many times, she had wondered what it would be like to give a blow job back when she was Jim, but forced by the hypnosis CD she had imagined it in great detail, dreamed about it, and now she was living it. It only took a couple seconds for Nancy to realize she didn’t have a choice. She crawled forward until his rod was inches from her lips then took it in her mouth. “Good girl, use lots of spit,” Doug commanded. Nancy slid up and down the shaft relishing the feel in her mouth the smell, the feel of Doug’s pubic hair. Doug let her explore for a several minutes but then he placed his hands on the back of her head pushing it in a little further with every stroke, soon it was banging the back of her throat and she was fighting a gag reflex. “Use your tongue, push up against that cock,” Doug commanded. Nancy could feel his breathing getting faster, and the fact that she was getting him off only made her more excited. “OK, slow down, not so fast,” Doug said and pulled his cock out of Nancy’s mouth. “Now get your hands in there, stroke the shaft, slow and steady,” Doug said. After a few moments Nancy could tell he was starting to feel it, he was going to come. His glans were swollen now. Instinctually she slowed down even more, keeping him on edge. “Oh yeah, you’re a natural, now get that cock in your mouth,” Doug said as he force plunged it back between her lips. Nancy had salvia running down her chin and relished each moment as the cock slid in and out, in and out. She felt something slightly salty in her mouth and knew it was precum. Doug was breathing hard and his whole body was tensing up. Nancy grabbed around his tight ass cheeks and felt a gusher of cum in her mouth. Doug pulled out and yelled, “stroke it, stroke it,” Nancy began to furiously stroke as another gusher of cum splashed across face, then another smaller one. She latched back on and sucked the last drop out. Doug reached down and pulled his phone out of his pocket, Nancy watched in a daze as he posed his still hard cock near her lips. “Open your mouth,” he commanded. Nancy was like automation, she opened up revealing a mouth full of cum. He took a photo of her cum covered face. She knew she had just been violated but was too caught up to say anything. “Damn girl,” Doug said as he put the phone back in his pocket and pulled up his pants, “You can suck a cock.” “Thank you sir,” Nancy said without thinking. What the fuck is wrong with me, that asshole just took my picture, Nancy thought, but remained silent. “Don’t worry about the picture, that’s just for your mistress, I’ll let her know how good you did. Maybe we’ll meet again,” Doug said as slid his shirt back on. He turned to unlock the door and stepped back out into the thumping music in the hallway. Nancy collapsed in a pile on the floor, she stared up blankly at the blue light bulb in the ceiling and felt the sticky warm liquid flow off her face. Sally came in, shut and locked the door then settled down beside her with a package of Kleenex. Nancy took one and spit the cum out of her mouth, then looked up at her and couldn’t hide the anger from her face. “You set me up.” “I’m so sorry, I swear I didn’t want to,” Sally said as she felt a tear began to fall and began wiping Nancy’s face. Nancy couldn’t hold the anger and began to sob. Sally explained it was part of sissy training, that she’d been through it too. “You want to know what’s really fucked up, I liked it,” Nancy sobbed. “I know honey, I know,” Sally said as she wiped away tears from Nancy’s face. “What’s wrong with me?” Nancy said trying to get ahold of her sobbing. “Nothing, their is nothing wrong with you, your perfect,” Sally said and began to cry.

Chapter 17 I wake with my alarm blaring at 6:30 AM, I reach over and shut it off. I quietly moan to myself as it is earlier than I am usually up. I smell something strange in the air, is that bacon? I think to my self. “Hello is someone here?” I holler out it doesn’t much matter not like I would be able to do much sneaking to see who was out there. Second later the door opens, and I see Angie in the door frame. “Good morning” she says. “I’m sorry if I scared you. I just didn’t feel right leaving you alone last night. I slept on the couch, so you don’t think I was in bed with you.” “Oh, well thank you. Do I smell bacon?” “Yes, yes you do. I decided to make some breakfast for us. You ready to get out of bed?” “God yes with a good breakfast to look forward to.” She comes over and starts to help me get ready to get out of bed. First a quick change and then sliding over into the chair. She helps move my legs over I take care of the rest. We head out I go straight to the table she plates up some pancakes and bacon. “Thank you for the breakfast it is amazing.” “Thank you, it’s a family recipe. When we are done, I will pack your bag and we can ger a move on.” “sounds good” I say as my anxiety starts to rise. I have never had a good poker face when my anxiety was involved. “Hey Sean. Are you ok?” She asks with more then a little concern in her voice. “Yeah, just getting a little anxious. Worried about how things will go. And, and it’s happening today.” She reaches across the table and takes my hand “everything will be great. Remember I told you I meet them in person. You all will help each other more than you can imagine.” “I know, I know it’s just a huge step. You know?” “I get you. Well let’s get you ready and get a move on.” She stands and heads into the bedroom quickly packs my bag. I fallow her into the bedroom “Hey do you think I could get some pants on. We kind of rushed because of the breakfast.” “Well why don’t we just keep the blanket over your lap. When we get there, you will have to strip down and put a gown on anyway. That and we aren’t going anywhere else.” “I am really uncomfortable doing that. But I if you are sure that is the only place, we are going I can stay covered.” She grabs my lap blanket and hands it to me, I tuck it in wound my legs. And she leads me out to the van. As we get in, she starts the van and we head in a different direction then to her office. “Um where are we going?” I ask. “Oh shit. I am sorry I forgot to tell you. The departure center is across town at another center. Don’t worry I promise we are just going to the departure center.” “Ok” I say as I relax as I look out the window watching the sites fly by. It takes us about 30 minuets to arrive. And she pulls up to a pair of sliding doors in what looks like a medical facility. The door has a sign that reads IDAA departures only. I think to myself “well this must be the place.” “We are here” she says almost like she was reading my mind. She turns off the van and helps me out. We head in she goes to the receptionist “Hi Cassadi I have Sean Frederickson here with me today he is scheduled for departure this morning.” “Good morning Angie I just had his file, here it is. Head down to room 5. Have him get on the bed and down to just his underwear and the gown. It’s good to see you again we should go have lunch or something.” “It has been quite a while. Well let me see Sean off and we can plan something.” Angie leads me down the hall to a small room with a stretcher and a couple folding chairs on the wall. I position my wheelchair right next to the bed drop the left arm rest and begin to slide over. As I get on Angie grabs my ankles and lifts them up on to the bed. She then helps take my T-shirt off and places the gown on me. As she is doing this, she looks at my diaper and says “Looks like I should change you before you get to comfy” “You really don’t need to you have done plenty for me already.” “It is my job to make this as comfortable for you as possible.” I roll my eyes “Okay thank you.” She makes quick work of the diaper change. As I lay back, she covers me with a blanket and sits on one of the chairs. A few moments of silence pass and a young woman with dark brown hair pulled up in a bun steps in the room from the other side. “I am Anna I am going to be your nurse until you depart. Angie here is going to stay until you leave so you have a friendly face along with you. I m going to start by confirming we have the wright client and that you still wish to precede. Would you mind telling me your name and date of birth.” I give my name and date of birth. “And you still wish to go through with the adoption? If so, I will need you to sign here.” She hands me a clipboard pointing to where I need to sign. “I really don’t have much choice” I say to myself as I sign the form. “Ok I m going to place an IV and get some fluids running. During your transport you will be getting all your nutrients through the IV site as well as medication to keep you asleep. You will be sleeping for about a week.” She says as she is getting everything ready. “That’s a long time. But let’s do this.” Angie takes my hand as the nurse gets ready to stick it in a vein. It feels like Angie is squeezing my hand more then I am hers. I look at her “Afraid of needles?” she looks into my eyes and all she can do is nod. “Just keep looking at me, don’t worry about what the nurse is doing.” I slightly shake my head as the nurse flushes the IV. I look over at Anna “yep its in the right place.” The nurse looks up at me, “how do you know?” “I can smell and taste the flush.” I say with a smile. She hooks up regular IV fluids “Ok I will be back in just a few with the medications to put you under. I will give you and Angie a moment as I get it all ready.” She turns and steps out. I look over at Angie “you know yesterday was fun. If I was staying, I think we could have been great friends.” Angie stands and steps close to the bed “Well I sure hope you think of me as a friend already. Because I think of you as that.” “of course, I do.” I hold my hands out for a hug. She bends down and holds me tight. “you take care of yourself” “you too and listen to Mark and Rose whether you want to believe it or not. They do have your best interests at heart.” “Yes mom” I say playfully back at her. We slowly part “You know if I had meet you sooner in my life, I think it would have been tolerable here. Thank you for showing me what a friendship could be like.” All Angie can do is nod her head as she wipes a tear from her eyes. The nurse steps in “are we ready.” “We are” Angie responds as she takes my hand. The nurse takes a syringe and hooks it up to the hub. “After this you will wake in the other dimension. Good luck.” As she pushes on the plunger pushing the medication into my arm. I squeeze Angie’s hand once as the works goes black. “When is she going to wake up?” I hear a voice just at the edge of my consciousness. I can almost recognize the voice, but it slips from my memory. “when she wakes” another female voice answers. “Hun, she has been through a lot just to get here. Se need to let her wake on her own.” I deep male voice add to the chorus. “remember what Jackie told us. She may be in a little shock when she does wake.” I take quick stock of my body. I find everything as I remember. “Look her breathing has changed” the first voice says. Shoot I think gigs up, so I slowly open my eyes. And take a look around. First impression I am in a nursery. Obviously in a hospital. “good morning sweetheart. Do you remember me?” the first voice says. The heart monitor that I am hooked up to starts to speed up. “Rose your scaring her give her time.” The man says. When he says her name the missing pieces start to fall back into place and I start to calm down a little. I notice they are all sitting so don’t seam to be to tall as of yet. “Mark, Rose its nice to finally meet you in person.” I say. “And why are you using ‘she’? Angie told me that that change as well as the medical would be fixed later” “Well Your mommy and I talked about this a lot the last couple weeks. And decided that it since this is something you wanted; we should just get used to calling you ‘she’ instead of having to correct ourselves later. We also want you to know we are so happy you decided to live with up.” “Mommy?” I ask as it dawns on me “Oh sorry” I say quickly more than a little embarrassed. I look at the third person “And who may you be miss?” “My name is Crystal I am your nurse today and tomorrow before you can go home with your mommy and daddy.” The lady responds. “you are just going to be here long enough to get your second set of vaccinations and to make sure you aren’t bringing any nasty little bugs with you.” She finishes the sentence as if she where talking to a preschooler. “Oh, that makes since.” I mumble “Oh, sweetie she didn’t mean anything by that. We all know you are unregressed. But I need to tell you there are not many like you here. So, most everyone you meet outside of family and friends will probably treat you like that. Thank you, Crystal unless there is something else you need would you mind giving my husband and I some time with out new little girl here?” “Yeah no problem I will be back in about an hour and visitation ends in three.” She stands and I really get a good look at how tall they are. As it is laying on my back, I can’t estimate how tall she is, but it scares me that anything can be that tall. Mark looks at me, “Are you ok mi bambino?” I look over at Mark “Yeah I will be. I was told you all where big. I couldn’t imagen how big.” Mark and Rose glance at each other “sweetheart the nurse is just slightly outside mid height. She is only 12.5 feet tall.” Rose says. “Oh really.” I shake my head “I guess with me laying here my senses are off. Wait you said ‘just’ so just how tall are you two?” Mark answers first “I am a smidge over 18 Feet Rose is a healthy 16 feet.” My jay opens in complete shock. “Close your mouth baby we don’t want a fly to buzz in there.” Rose teases gently. I quickly close my mouth. “So, Sean, there was precious little about your past in your file. We wont pry but we won’t be able to really help if we are completely in the dark. We also need to discus what colors you would like your room. Your daddy and I have it mostly set up just don’t have anything painted. Also, we need to decide what name to call you ‘Sean’ isn’t very feminine.” “Well I will have to think on the name. I really haven’t given it any thought. As for the color of my room My favorite color is blue, but I guess going feminine purple will do.” I say. “That is fine, we can take our time with the name. Mark we can stop at the store on our way home. We need to get the paint I want to get her room done tonight.” Rose says as she grabs Marks arm. “Yes, hun we will get it all done.” Mark says. Rose reaches through the short bars around my bed and places her hand on my leg. We sit there for a few moments just taking in the moment. The nurse steps in “Well I am sorry to interrupt, but I need to run some tests if you two could step out.” “Actually, I think we will get going there are a few things we need to get ready for her home coming. Will you be alright mi bambino?” “Yes, I will be fine. When will we see each other again?” I ask. “Tomorrow dear” the nurse answers “As long as the tests come back clear you will be free to go home tomorrow. Actually, Rose would you mind picking her up. I need to get a weight and height.” “Can I really?” Rose asks excitedly “Is it safe to?” “Oh quite safe. You just need to remember she can’t hold her lower body up, so you will have to.” Rose Slowly stands and now I can see the difference in their height, she bends over the bed and gently slides her hands under my back and my legs. “You know I am not going to break” I say. “I am sorry” She says as she picks me up and cradles me in her arms. As she stands all the way up Mark stands and wraps his arms around rose in a hug. “She is so sweet.” Mark says just over a whisper. Rose lays me on the scale the nurse reads the scale and writes down the number “So what’s her weight?” Rose asks. “let me get her height and I will let you know the numbers” the nurse says as she takes a cloth tape measure and lays it next to me. “Lay as straight as you can for me sweetie.” The nurse tells me. Takes the measurement and charts it. “you can put her back Rose.” As rose picks me up the nurse says, “she is 4 feet and 76 pounds.” I whip my head at the nurse. “What. I was over 6 feet in the other dimension. What happened.” I say as I start to get scared again. It comes to almost a panic attack Rose notices moves me, so I am facing her holding me against her chest. “Shhhhhh sweetie it will be ok. We will get through this. We love you and will never leave you.” She coos at me as she starts to sway me. I start to calm down. She carries me back to the bed, gently kisses me on my forehead and lays me down. “we will see you tomorrow sweetheart. You be nice to the nurses.” “I will Rose.” I say with tears still in my eyes. Mark takes her hand and they head to the door. I see her shoulders shake as I hear a sob. I look at the nurse as they exit the room “Did I say something wrong?” I ask. “All littles call their care givers mommy and daddy. She may have hoped you would have cough on as we kept saying it.” I hang my head. “your new and unregressed I understand it can take some time. Just try, if not for yourself for them. You chose to come here and from what I can tell from our short time together it is for more than just your injury. They can help if you just give them a chance.” “I will try, that’s all I can promise. Can I get anything to eat I am getting really hungry?” “Will since you slept through dinner, I can’t get you any food, but I can get you a little something.” She steps out and a few minuets later returns with a bottle full of a white liquid. “A bottle? Can I have a glass or something?” “I am sorry policy dictates its this ore nothing.” She holds the bottle out to me I reach out and take it. “Well if this is all I can get. Something is better than nothing.” I place the nipple in my mouth and give gently suck on it. A sweet almost too sweet fluid trickles into my mouth. “What is this?” “It’s formula sweetie it will be good for you. Do you not like it?” I give a small shrug “Its not bad a little too sweet but I like it.” As I drink the bottle. “well I think its time for some little one to get to bed. Your mommy and daddy will pick you up tomorrow. Everything is checking out so far, you will get your second set of vaccinations right before you leave.” She reaches down and checks my diaper. “I should get this changed before you fall asleep.” She grabs the materials needed and makes quick work of a diaper change for me. A lot faster than I had ever had. When she finishes she tucks me into bed. “Sleep well little one if you need anything just cry out.” I lay my head back between the formula and the stress of waking was really tired. I quickly fall asleep, and that night I actually have some pleasant dreams.

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After my morning coffee, I just filled my diaper with a nice mushy poop.

I just feel if I have to wear diapers because of my incontinence, why not enjoy it to the best and add a little color. I know what you mean about insurance, it is the biggest pain I deal with.

After a some attempts with a few of the designs I settled on this simple one: (each square is 5mm) And what can I say, it fits perfectly I put it in yesterday evening and had it in for about 24 hours, only removing it because I had to run some errands I could not attend diapered. My plans now are to make a new one with about the same dimension, maybe a tiny bit longer. The hole on the inner side (the one in the bladder) seems to help with voiding while laying down and when sitting. Even when driving my car, where I always had trouble to let go, it just dribbles and wets the diaper. I really like that feeling. I will exchange the solid fishing line to a braided one, because it was the one thing which irritated a bit. Also note, that I have no knots or other things protruding from the stent. Everything in the urethra is totally smooth and I almost don't feel it. If you have any questions or suggestion, I'm happy to respond or incorporate them Thanks for everyone on this thread for inspiring me.

Chapter 4: A few minutes later, Maggie retrieved the blue bottle from the warmer, and gingerly held it in her hands as Marie helped Becki get situated in an oversized highchair in the corner of the nursery. “Normally I’d test the temperature on my arm, but ummm...” Maggie said hesistantly. Marie snorted a bit as she bound Becki’s mittened hands to the side restraints of the highchair before affixing the tray. She playfully smacked Maggie on her shoulder as she approached, and then reached behind Becki’s head to undo the clasps of her pacifier gag. “Alright, Lil Miss. Time for your lunch,” she said in a sing-song manner as she pulled the pacifier gag free, only then to softly push the phallic part of the gag back into her mouth. Becki gagged softly as Marie gently pushed and pulled the pacifier gag in and out of her mouth repeatedly. “Is our little sissy ready to drink up her cummies? I certainly hope so. Maybe think next time before you act up, Lil girl.” Finally Marie pulled the gag completely free, but quickly replaced it with the teat of the blue bottle. Marie held it steady for Becki so that she could nurse hands-free. Maggie watched as Becki slowly suckled on the bottle, her face twisting and scrunching up at the obviously foul taste. “Some first day, huh?” Marie asked, willfully ignoring Becki’s plight as she suckled on the bottle. “I’d say so yeah,” Maggie said with a slight laugh. “It’s been fun though, right?” Marie asked slightly hesitantly. “You’re enjoying it?” Maggie looked up at Marie, and pondered over the scene she saw. She saw Marie, with her powerful build, strict countenance, and intimidating uniform exercising the power she had over Becki a diapered, trained, sissified captive who was currently being forced to literally drink her own milkings. Maggie felt that warm rush flow through her once more at witnessing the scene. That same addictive feeling that she prayed she would never grow use to. “Oh yeah,” Maggie said with a bashful smile. “It’s been very fun.” The two nannies spent some time just chatting then while Becki finished up her bottle. Maggie’s eyes would occasionally drift over to the bound sissy and contemplate her fate. She felt a bit bad having been involved in Becki’s punishment, a twinge of guilt that if she had just known where she was going beforehand then Becki might not have to endure her various punishments tonight. She could not deny, however, that the sight of Becki being punished did give her that all to familiar rush. Had Abigail noticed it before? Maybe Abigail had seen the dominant side of herself that she had been repressing, and that was what had given her the idea to extend the job offer. “Oh hey. Can you check Becki’s diaper real quick?” Marie asked suddenly. “She’s almost done with the bottle, and I wanna know if we should go ahead and change her,” Maggie blinked away her own internal thoughts as she nodded happily and reached underneath Becki’s frilly skirts to squeeze her thick padding. She enjoyed the way the diaper crinkled in her hands, and could not keep from squeezing and rubbing a few times to watch Becki squirm slightly. “A lil damp, but honestly I think she’s good for a few more wettings with a diaper that thick,” Maggie said confidently. Marie never questioned her. She simply nodded and carried on with the feeding. It made Maggie smile to herself that Marie trusted her judgment so much even though she was so inexperienced. She felt herself wanting to become every bit the confident, strict nanny that Marie already was. She’d redouble her efforts tomorrow with Becki’s training and learn as much as she possibly could. Minutes later, the blue bottle was finally tugged from Becki’s lips now that it was empty. Marie reached up with a damp cloth to wipe off Becki’s lips and face before handing the pacifier gag over to Maggie. “Go ahead,” she said. Maggie smiled and pressed the tip of the gag against Becki’s lips. “Open up, cutie,” she said playfully and then slowly pushed the gag deep into Becki’s mouth before refastening the clasps and restraints at the back of her head. “You know. It’s gotta be frustrating being gagged all the time like that,” Maggie said aloud once Becki’s had been perfectly put in place. “Oh yeah,” Marie agreed. “Though I hear that most sissies aren’t gagged twenty-four seven once they are in their homes. I imagine that their Mommies or Daddies like to keep them extra pent up and restricted during training so that they appreciate the freedoms they have at home,” “I guess that makes sense,” Maggie said. “So how many sissies have you trained anyway?” Marie was busy unshackling Becki from her restraints as she heard the question. She helped Becki back onto the plush carpet of the nursery and guided her waddling steps over to her playpen. Once Becki was seated and the playpen sealed she turned to Maggie. “Becki here is my fourth charge,” she said proudly. Maggie nodded, amazed at Marie’s expertise. A thought occurred to her, however, that embedded itself into her mind and refused to be dislodged. “Do you...ever get attached?” she asked. “Like...do you miss them when you have to send them away to their new homes?” Marie stopped in her tracks and turned to Maggie with a strange look on her face. It was silent for a few moments and only the crinkles of Becki’s diapers could be heard in the nursery. Then Marie smiled to Maggie, a soft, sad smile. “You...always run the risk of getting attached,” she said somewhat softly. “Some more than others,” Maggie nodded, not knowing what to say. She was worried she had touched upon something that should have remained untouched, and felt ashamed. The next few minutes were awkward as the two nannies spent some time sprucing up the nursery. Marie was smiling and humming as usual, but Maggie still felt strangely guilty and wondered how best to clear the air. “So I uh-” she began. A loud voice, tinged with interference rang out over the nursery. All three occupants jumped at the sudden jarring sound. “Junior-Nanny Margaret Owens. Please report to the office of the Headmistress,” the voice said plainly. Maggie blinked a few times, not use to hearing her own name on an intercom system since she was last in highschool. She looked to Marie who only looked pale and slightly nervous. “I...I guess I’ll be back shortly,” Maggie said without confidence. Marie nodded and gave her some quick pointers to Sophia’s office. With her guidance, it did not take long before she found herself standing outside of the office of the Headmistress. Her heart was pounding, and the back of her throat felt dry. She was not entirely sure why she was so worried. Maybe it had been the strange look on Marie’s face that had done it. That worrisome look and the strangeness of her eyes that had sent a signal to Maggie’s brain that she should be worried. She gulped twice, trying to clear her throat before gently knocking on the large, oak door. “Come in,” she heard Sophia say. Maggie hesitantly opened the door and stepped inside. The office itself was large, somewhat dimly lit, and reminded Marie of the Dean’s office of a college. In contrast to both the clinical look of the corridors and the whimsical look of the nurseries, Sophia’s office was a grandiose mix of mahogany tables, leather furniture, bookcases, and tasteful, expensive looking rug that dominated much of the floor. Everything in the room screamed expensive, luxury, and high stature that left Maggie off balance and feeling out of place. “Ahem,” Sophia’s voice called out rather dramatically. “Please have a seat, dear,” Maggie turned and saw the older woman now, behind a large desk adorned simply with lamp and a considerable amount of paperwork. Maggie wasted little time in sitting down in the chair opposite of Sophia. It was a comfortable, plush leather chair, and Maggie felt herself sink slightly into it. It felt strangely restrictive. Sophia stared at her for a few moments before a soft smile adorned her face. Sophia snapped her fingers and immediately Maggie heard an all too familiar crinkling sound behind her. She turned to see a well-diapered sissy dressed up as a stereotypical french maid waddling and sashaying her way to Maggie. The sissy’s arms were bound in an armbinder behind her, but a tray of various treats and pastries was affixed to harness attached to a large leather collar. The sissy carefully positioned herself next to Maggie so that the treats were in reach. “Please take one,” Sophia said warmly. Maggie, not knowing what else to do, simply reached over and grabbed a small plate with a frosted slice of cake. She grabbed a fork from the tray, amazed at the sissy’s poise to remain so still and keep all the contents from sliding or spilling off. Sophia waved her hand dismissively once Maggie had made her choice and the sissy merely took waddling, simpering steps back to her station in the corner of the office. Maggie nibbled on the cake, her stomach churning nervously as Sophia sipped from a cup of steaming tea. “Forgive the abruptness of all this, Maggie,” Sophia said. “I simply wanted to touch base with you sooner than I thought.” Maggie nodded, hoping that frosting was not currently on her lips as she began to speak. “Oh it’s okay! I was just helping Marie in the nursery was all,” Sophia nodded. “And how do you feel about your first day?” “Oh...umm..I’ve really enjoyed it so far,” Maggie said. “It was a big shock to the system, but I’ve felt...strangely alright.” “Strangely?” Sophia asked, her interest piqued. “Why do you think it’s strange?” Maggie looked surprised. She felt that it was obvious why everything here would be strange to the uninitiated. She licked her lips nervously before she continued. “Oh just...I dunno. I never had any experience with stuff like this before,” she said. “Seeing all the sissies and their treatment...it was just a big shock, but I feel like I’ve acclimated pretty quickly,” “Quickly indeed.” Sophia said. “It’s interesting how easily you’ve adjusted to things despite having no background in domination or any known fetish community,” Maggie gulped, not sure where the questioning was going. “I...I don’t really know what to say, ma’am. I just...seeing the way Marie was handling Becki...it felt good,” Maggie said bashfully. “It was like there was this warmth in my stomach or my chest every time I saw Becki’s big diapered butt...or watched her milking...my legs felt shaky, but everything else felt tight and strong. I don’t know what it was...it was just..just...” “Ah...I see now,” Sophia said, a smile on her face. “A repressed dominant. Abigail had mentioned to me that she felt you had the makings of a Nanny in you. I was skeptical...and I admit I still am somewhat. That being said, I believe in giving everyone a chance,” “Thank you, ma’am,” Maggie said. “I appreciate the opportunity...” Sophia smiled, her eyes locked on Maggie the entire time. She blinked rarely, and the dim lighting of the room gave her an overall ominous look. Maggie’s heart was a flutter with nerves as she sat there under the older woman’s stern gaze. Suddenly there was a loud thump to Maggie right that made her jump and nearly squeal with surprise. To the right was a simple door near the library-like bookcase that Maggie had not noticed. Sophia turned, as if expecting the noise and sighed. “Ah...she simply can’t keep herself from acting up it seems,” Sophia said. “Maggie would you please go retrieve my pet for me?” Maggie, confused, merely nodded and stood up. She cast a glance to the sissy maid in the corner, wondering why Sophia had the maid and apparently a second sissy behind the door. Maggie opened the door cautiously and found not a nursery, but a dungeon. The room was adorned with various implements of bondage and BDSM play. Restraints, gags, paddles, sawhorses, stockades, and others that Maggie did not even know were all over the dark room. In the center of the room was what Maggie assumed was a playpen, but was more like a large cage with both a top and bottom to it, completely sealing in the occupant. The sissy was not dressed at all like the others that Maggie had seen. Instead she was adorned mostly in leather restraints. Her face was obscured by a tight mask that completely covered most of her face, leaving only her nostrils and mouth visible. The sissy’s mouth was occupied by a gag like all the others, but hers was different. It did not seem to be a pacifier, but more a large O-Ring gag that kept the sissy’s mouth permanently open, only now though it was plugged by some kind of vaguely pacifier shaped plunger. Her arms were bound in a tight armbinder behind her back. There were no frills or lace on the outfit, just a tight BDSM gear made up of tight latex and leather that squeaked and creaked as the poor creature moved about. A very large diaper was the only part of the outfit that Maggie felt was familiar, and the scene unsettled her strangely as she looked at the writhing prisoner. As Maggie approached the cage and began unshackling the locks, the prisoner immediately began to thrash and sputter around her gag. She was impressively feminine, even moreso than the others that Maggie had seen. She was small of frame, with slender shoulders, and a smaller waist that stood out more against the tightness of her outfit. Maggie could even swore she saw a bust underneath all the restraints and locks. “MMM! MMMMPHHH!!!!” the prisoner wailed, thrashing as Maggie tried her best to affix the leash to her collar. This one was not trained like Becki, she resisted as much as possible as Maggie finally managed to clasp the leash onto her. “A-alright, missy,” Maggie said without confidence. “Stand up. Time to march,” The sissy yanked and pulled against the leash as Maggie did her best to tug against the leash and thrashed against Maggie with as much as force as her bound form would allow. “She’s being fussy, I take it?” came Sophia’s calm voice. “Yes, ma’am! I’m s-sorry. I’m having some trouble,” Maggie said desperately. “I’ll fix that. Don’t you worry,” Sophia said ominously. Maggie had no idea what Sophia meant until suddenly the sissy froze, shivering hard and gasping into her gag as if there were an electrical current running through her body. For a moment, Maggie panicked and worried that just might be the case until she heard a loud buzzing sound coming from the prisoner’s diaper. She blushed, now knowing what Sophia had just switched on and continued to tug the sissy into the office. She was relieved when she finally gave up the reins to Sophia. Sophia, for her part, merely smiled and pulled the struggling prisoner onto her lap as easily as she might a kitten. “Someone’s cranky today, isn’t she?” Sophia asked, planting her mouth close to the prisoner’s ear. “I think we’ll have to punish her even more now, won’t we?” “MMM! MMRRRRPH!!” the prisoner replied helplessly. Sophia merely began to bounce the bound sissy on her knee, making sure it was placed squarely between her legs so that the bouncing stimulated her diapered crotch. The bound sissy sputtered and groaned into her gag, writhing as Sophia turned to speak to Maggie. “Now then,” she said, speaking just above the muffled moans of the occupant of her lap. “I think we’re done here for now, Maggie,” Maggie could not hide her confusion. She felt as if nothing had actually been accomplished or explained, and she worried that she might have made a poor impression for her inability to control the untrained sissy. Was that it? Had it all been a test that she had failed? Worry surged up from her chest, and her face sank as she faced Sophia. Maggie stood up slowly, unsure what to say or do. Sophia had slipped her hand into the diaper of the prisoner, who was now thrashing even more as Sophia’s hand crept about doing who knows what, and Maggie sighed despondently as she finally turned to leave. “You’ve done well today, Maggie,” Sophia said, never stopping her torment of the restrained slave. “I’m glad we’ve had this chat,” Maggie blinked, unsure what to make the words. They were...praise? But what had she done? Marie had handled most of the care of Becki, and Maggie did a terrible job handling the untrained charge. Was there something else going on? Something she had not noticed? Maybe it had been a test, one that she had...passed? “T-thank you, ma’am,” she said cautiously. “I really appreciate it coming from you,” Sophia merely nodded and returned to tormenting the slave on her lap as Maggie finally left the office. She was confused but pleased. Whatever that had been, it seemed to have gone well? She still was not sure, and she wondered why the heavily bound sissy had given her such a strange feeling. One that she never felt around Becki or the other sissies at Norrisview. She returned the nursery, cautiously optimistic about her future, but with a mind full of new worries and small doubts.

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