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She got to her office and Holly was abuzz. “What?” Sue said. She doubted she could have gotten a lengthier question out. Holly clearly had found something. “I did the deep dive into social media. Checking out his twitter followers and facebook friends and the like. I found these on Instagram.” She had stood so Sue could take the seat a the desk. They were pictures that Sue instantly recognized as the apartment she’d spent the past few hours searching. She clicked through them. There was another couple there that Sue hadn’t yet encountered, and another woman. “Is this Cami?” Sue said, pointing at the girl. Holly seemed slightly taken aback. “You knew about her?” she asked. “Only by first name. French’s coworkers mentioned he was seeing a Cami. Did you find a last name?” “Chenier. Her name is Cameron Chenier. Other old-money family. Cute, isn’t she?” “When were these taken?” “Thursday before he went missing. The other two are Colin and Eva Sweeney. I’ve not fully worked up a profile but they seem to be big in a local environmental charity of some sort.” “The Responsible Land Institute?” Sue asked. “You knew?” “Good guess. I found some reference to them in French’s papers.” “Oh, OK. But here’s the really good one.” Holly reached over and brought up another window. “This site is called Strava. Did you know that French was an active runner and biker.” “I found evidence of that in the apartment.” “Well of late, he’s been running pretty heavily. Can’t tell if he’s training for something. Several days a week he runs from his apartment down a trail in Wyman Park and then comes out on Remington and cuts over and runs through the Hopkins campus back to his place.” Sue thought about this. “I went through his apartment. The man in neat as a pin. As near as I can tell, he was wearing running clothes when he vanished. Maybe we should search along this route. Are you up for some fieldwork?” “Me?” Holly said with a surprise. Sue hadn’t let her out in the field much. “It was your find. Besides, I’ll need help. This is still a lot of ground.” “Well, we might be able to narrow it down. All this data is downloaded from a GPS wristwatch called a Garmin Forerunner. It tracks the course distance, heart rate, pace, and the like and uploads it to Strava when the workout is over.” “But there’s a feature called Beacon. If we had access to French’s account or someone he had ‘friended’ on Strava, we might see an indication of where he last was seen live by Strava.” Sue thought about it for a second. This Cami might be a Strava friend. Janice might be, but probably not. She thought about it more. “Do you know what his username is?” Holly brightened up, “It’s just his email address.” Sue typed it in. In the password, she took a wild guess. “hbs1999” she typed. User or password invalid was the response. She needed to take a different strategy. She went to the screen to create a new account. She typed in her email address. It asked for her to come up with a password. She typed a few letters. “Passwords must be at least eight characters,” was the answer. She went back to the login screen and typed French’s email again. This time she tried “hbs-1999” as the password. The screen changed over to display Jim French’s profile page. Holly took over and found the history of French’s runs. True to his previous runs, he’d started at 7:13 AM on Saturday morning and headed down the trail in Wyman Park. The last hit was right where the trail emerged at Remington Avenue. “Well, that narrows it down,” Sue said. “It still might take a while to find some clue as to where he might be. I need to do a quick diaper change, and then we can go.” “Let me call my sister to watch the kids.” Then she got quiet. “Sue,” Holly asked shyly. Sue turned and nodded. “Are we going to be out long.” “You can never tell.” “Can I borrow one of your diapers?” “Sure thing.” Holly got on the phone to arrange child care. Sue went up and changed. She decided this might be a MegaMax night. She grabbed a spare and dropped it on Holly’s desk. It was starting to get dark, so she went to the closet and grabbed several high powered battery-powered lights. She also decided she’d better carry her gun. The two got into Sue’s truck and drove the few blocks up to 29th street and followed that to Remington. They drove up Remington. The blocks leading up to the park were mostly row houses. When they got to the few blocks of Remington that passed through the park they craned their necks trying to find something. Sue swung around and parked on the first available space on the south side. They got out. Holly held out a print she had made from Google Maps. “The trail comes out right here,” she said pointing at the paper and then pointing at a paved path that ran down from the street into the woods. “Let’s see if we can retrace his steps,” Sue said and started down the path. It was eerily dark and both clicked on their flashlights. The track went sharply downhill and curved to meet the trail. They turned north and walked for a few hundred yards. “OK,” Sue said. “You take that side. I’ll take this side. Let’s scan the brush on either side. If he’s here, he’s not going to be in plain sight or someone would have found him.” Holly picked up a stick and was literally beating the bushes with it. Sue found a similar stick and used hers to part the brush on her side so she could shine her light into the obscured parts. They slowly walked their way back down to where the intersecting path led back up to Remington. They continued down the sidewalk on Remington leaning over the rail and shining their lights into the brush below. They saw now that the trail paralleled a small stream. Nothing. They reached Wyman Park Drive and the townhouses started to line the street again. There was no point in continuing. They crossed over and started back on the north side of Remington. They had just about made it all the way back to Sue’s truck when Sue noticed something. Just about where the guardrail ended and the bridge over the trail started Sue pointed out that there was some damage to the guard rail. On the ground was also plastic pieces, as from the lights on a car. “I’ve got a bad feeling,” Sue said as she straddled the guardrail. “Keep your light on where my feet are as I check this out.” Holly sat down on the guardrail and swung her legs over. She pointed her light as Sue requested. Sue worked her way down the treacherous slope. She slipped but caught herself on a tree trunk before she lost her balance completely. All the time she was sweeping her light in a methodical pattern through the brush. The she saw a reflection. She shimmied over toward it. “Find something?” Holly called from above. “Something shiny. Probably a beer can, but I’m going to check it out.” She got to about where she had observed it. She swung her lamp back and forth trying to find what had reflected her beam a minute ago. She was about to give up when she saw it. A hand was protruding from some vines. On the wrist was a large wristwatch. She approached it and played her light directly on it. The crystal reflected her beam. She neared it close enough that she could read the word Garmin on it. She picked up a stick and used it to part some of the vines which she suspected were poison ivy. The body was pretty bashed up and was starting to decompose but she could tell. It was James French. She dropped her stick and called to Holly, “I’m coming back up.” She had to scamper up on all fours to get back up the slope. Holly extended a hand as she neared the guard rail. “Find something?” she asked. “Yes, it’s him.” She pulled out her phone and dialed the number. She heard the phone ring. Please be in the office. It would be so much easier if you were. “Northern, Childress,” she heard with relief. “Ronnie, it’s Susie. I’ve just found French’s body.” “Where are you?” “Remmington Avenue where it crosses Wyman Park. The body is about thirty feet down the embankment here.” “OK, stay put. I’ll have a uniform car there ASAP. I’ll call out the mobile unit and the ME and be right there.” Sue put her phone back into her pocket. “Now what?” Holly asked. “Now, we wait. This will be the beginning of a long night of hurry up and wait. We’ll have to give statements, probably to multiple people. Just answer their questions. There’s no point in holding anything back. It will just come to bite you in the long run. It may be well into the morning before they turn us loose. You OK with that?” “My sister’s prepared to stay the night,” Holly responded. She sat there quiet for a minute and then giggled. “What?” Sue asked. “It’s a good thing I put on the diaper.” “These Megamaxes are the most absorbent. You may have to wet it a few times, but don’t worry.” She paused and smiled. “Welcome to field work. You’re a true private investigator now.” They heard a car approaching fast. It was a police car with the blue light spinning. Sue stood and waived her harms as the car passed. They got to the end of the block and realized they’d overshot and backed up until they were abreast of Sue and Holly. “You Garrett?” the officer in the passenger seat called out through the open window. “Yep,” Sue replied. The officers left the car parked in the street and got out and walked over. “You have a dead body?” Sue played her flashlight beam down to the approximate location of the body. “Just about there.” “Detective Childress wants you to stay put,” the officer said. “He told me that on the phone. We’re put.” A second marked car arrived and the new arrivals got the details from the first officers. Then an unmarked car pulled up, its blue light spinning on the dashboard. Ronnie Childress stepped out. He scanned the scene until he saw Sue. He walked over to her. “Give me the thirty second rundown.” “We tracked him via his GPS watch. It’s a special one for runners. It uploads to a social media site that let us find his last known location. We came here about ninety minutes ago and started retracing his last steps. I found this damage to the guard rail, she was pointing with her flashlight at the guard rail and then at the broken plastic. I decided to poke around down the embankment and found his arm sticking out of some vines. I’m pretty sure it’s him. By the way, tell your guys that it looks like he’s lying in a patch of poison ivy.” “Thanks, I’ll let them know.” A large van rolled up with BPD logos and the words “Crime Scene Services.” This is what old-timers in the department still referred to as the “mobile unit.” They’d collect the physical evidence. The medical examiner, a statewide office not part of the police department, would take the body itself. Ronnie was giving the men the nickel summary and they started unloading equipment. Ronnie went over and gave instructions to the uniform officer. No doubt some were going to be crowd control as people were already starting to appear from the rowhouses to see what was going on. Others would go door to door asking if anybody heard or saw anything. Another unmarked car showed up. A man stumbled out hanging a badge around his neck in the process. Ronnie walked up to him. “Childress, Northern District Detectives,” he introduced himself. “Murphy, Homicide Unit.” Homicide was a long-time elite unit. They handle this as it might be a murder. The division detectives like Childress handled anything that there wasn’t a special unit for. Over the years, the department added more specialized units, first Roberry, then Arson, then Sex Crimes, and then Domestic Violence and Child Abuse. Childress was explaining the scene to a rather disinterested homicide man. James French, real estate developer, has been missing a bit over a week. His sister contracted with Ms. Garrett here to track down her brother. She managed to locate him in this ravine earlier this evening. Murphy sneered. “Private Dickless,” he said and laughed like it was the funniest thing one could come up with. “Ms. Garrett was on the force up until the time she disabled out after being injured in the line of duty. You might cut her some slack.” Murphy got serious. “Sorry, ma’am. Didn’t mean anything by it.” He looked over to Holly. “Who’s this?” “Holly Albright,” Sue said. “She’s also a licensed PI. She’s my partner in the agency. She was instrumental in tracking down Mr. French’s location and as here to help in the search.” Murphy mentioned something on checking out the scene. He called down to the mobile unit technicians and then decided to take a look for himself. “What a dick,” Holly said to Sue. Ronnie heard. “Yeah, he is. But he’s a good detective.” “I hope he gets poison ivy,” Sue said with a smile.

I have been intentionally wearing 24/7 for almost 18 months now and believe I have pretty much got to dual IC which was my initial aim but am now diaper dependent. Over the christmas holidays on two occasions I wanted to test myself by wearing pants (which felt very uncomfortable when sitting, I've become so used to being padded!). On both occasions I was wet quite quickly and was unable to stop the flow. On the 2nd occasion I also very near had a bowel movement and was just able to hold this in!

Actually, I was watching the news on New Year's Eve and they were interviewing people about how they were going to handle the bathroom situation with such a large crowd. Three different people admitted that they were wearing diapers to time's Square on New Year's Eve to solve the problem. Maybe we have the right idea after all.

Sue decided to go revisit French’s apartment. Something still bothered her. She had spent time looking at the photos she had taken, but she needed to see it again. She also wanted to look through his desk. She started by going into the garage in the Carlisle. The Cayenne bearing the HBS 1999 plates was still there in the same place. She had not noticed the significance of the plates when she was here the previous day. She had just assumed they were serially issued. But now realizing how key Harvard was to French and Fries, she realized that this was HBS for Harvard Business School. She was almost certain 1999 would be his class year. She reached up on the right rear tire and found a penny sitting on it. This was an old trick she had learned. She had left covertly left the penny there the previous day. Had the car been moved, it would have fallen off. Nobody much would give a penny in a parking garage any concern. At most, they’d have picked it up for good luck. She headed up to the top floor. She knocked on French’s door. No answer. She knocked again. She would soon have to resort to checking with neighbors and perhaps security cameras if she didn’t turn things. She put the key Janice had given her in the door. She carefully opened the door slightly, observing another penny fall six inches to the carpet. Nobody had opened this door since she had left the other day. She went inside, calling out “Mr. French” even though she knew it was unlikely he was there. She made a quick scan of the apartment to make sure she was alone and then sat down at the desk. As with everything in French’s life, things were neat and orderly. She indeed found the passport as Janice stated. Nothing else interesting was in the drawers. She opened the file. The first few folders bore street addresses like the ones on the office credenza. She pulled one out and looked at it. There were property tax records, plats, appraisals, and the like. All these were things one might have if you were buying or selling the properties. She placed it back. She took her phone out and was able to take a picture of all the tabs together. If necessary, she’d visit these properties, and also check on the owners. The next folder was labeled simply, “Mom.” She took that out. The first few sheets were statements addressed to him from Horizon Estates, an assisted living facility down in Montgomery County. There were bills for a suite for Margaret French in the “reminiscence neighborhood.” Mr. French had been paying for his mother’s place in the old age home. The next document was a report from a doctor on Margaret French. Mrs. French was six years into an Alzheimer’s diagnosis. Sue sighed. “Reminiscence neighborhood” was a polite way of saying Alzheimer's ward. She read on. Mrs. French was not in good shape. She probably wasn’t going to be worth interviewing. However, if her son had gone to visit her recently, there likely would be a record. Behind that in alphabetical order was “Tax.” She pulled that out and found last year's income0 tax forms. It had been professionally prepared and French’s copy bound into a book. She opened to the bottom line. Fries was right. French was doing well. He paid more tax last year than Sue had made in her entire career. She flipped through the forms and found a K-1 statement for First Properties. This appeared to show the income French received from that business. The number, if Sue was reading it right, was staggering. The firm was doing very well. Sue snapped pictures of the main 1040 schedule and the K-1 for First Properties. The next folder was labeled “Trust.” Sue opened it and found a document describing James French’s revocable trust. Sue had known from a previous case that many well off people used trusts to manage their estate to avoid probate. If it was done right, they could also defray the amount of inheritance tax paid. Behind that was what appeared to be a statement from an investment account. It listed various stock and bond holdings. This one had been annotated. There were pink, green, and yellow highlighting through the items. She started to puzzle what was the meaning of the colors when she noted that there was a key in the margin. Green was keep, pink was sell. Yellow as marked “Xfer to CRT.” CRT didn’t mean anything to her. Was it someone’s initials? Could it be the elusive Cami? The next document bore a cover letter. It was from Chelsea Burger indicating the attached was the draft of the James French Charitable Remainder Trust. All that it needed was him to come in and sign the copy and to fund it. Sue read through the first pages of the trust document that was attached. The beneficiary was the Responsible Land Use Institute. It struck her. CRT was Charitable Remainder Trust. Sue snapped a picture of the first pages of the trust document. She had a CPA friend who’d helped her in the past. Follow the money was always a good strategy for cases. She’d fill in the holes in Sue’s understanding of the financials. Sue put everything neatly away as she had found it. This was all good in depth material, but it wasn’t immediately useful. She stood up and scanned the apartment again. There was still something that bothered her. She went into the bedroom and looked at the dresser. As before, French’s wallet, key, and phone were there. There was also a pen and some loose change. It’s as if he’d just emptied his pockets at the end of the day. She looked through the wallet. Driver’s license, Amex Platimum card, a couple of other credit cards. One pocket contained his First Properties Business cards. She looked through the bill section. There was some cash, about eighty dollars. There were a few credit receipts there. The most recent was the receipt from his dinner with Jance at Cinghiale. The food ran close to $200 for the two of them and there was a $150 bottle of Brunello di Montalcino. French was a good tipper, too. She pulled open the dresser drawer again. The top drawer had neat dividers with underwear rolled up and placed in the holes. There was exactly one compartment without contents. On the right side of the drawer was a tray containing wristwatches. Again, there were indentation showing one was missing. It was large. Bigger than would be fashionable, on a man like French, she thought. She pulled open the second drawer. Socks here. Again, arranged in a divider with holes for each pair. It was arranged by color. Darker shades on the left proceeding through hues to white athletic socks on the right. Two holes were unoccupied. One dark pair and one athletic pair. Nothing else came to mind as she searched through the other drawers. She made her way to the closet. Suits hung on the left side, equally spaced except for one gap. She looked over at the valet chair. There was a suit hanging on it. The back wall had shirts again sorted by shade. One of the positions in the lighter shade was empty. There was a hamper in the corner. Sue opened it and found in order from top to bottom, a pair of powder blue boxer shorts, two black dress socks, and a cream dress shirt. She began to form a picture. French comes home from dinner with Janice. He comes into the bedroom and empties his pockets on the dresser. He strips down, placing the suit on the valet chair. Perhaps, he’s going to wear it again or maybe it’s destined for the cleaners. He removes his shirt, socks, and boxers and throws them in the hamper. So now he’s naked. Does he go to bed? All the clothes have been accounted for, except for the pair of athletic socks. Sue examines things closer. There’s a rack of shoes on the right. Gosh, he has more shoes than most women I know, Sue thought. The top row was dress shoes of various sorts. More casual shoes below, loafers and topsiders. “Hello,” Sue said aloud as she realized there was a gap at this level. She pulled out the shoes to the left of the gap. The spikes on the bottom told her these were golf shoes. She pulled out the shoes to the right. They were nylon mesh and had a sizeable single cleat on the ball of each sole. Sue knew these to be cycling shoes. They would snap into special pedals on French’s bike, wherever that was. So what would have been in the middle? Maybe he’d gone for a bike ride, she hadn’t seen a bike, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t stored somewhere. French wouldn’t be the kind to keep a bike in the living room. It might be running shoes or the like. That would fit with French’s organization. She looked further. On the shelves were less formal shirts. Each one was in its own plastic tray. She pulled on the tray and it held for a second and gave way. She pushed it back and felt it snap to the rear. She pulled it fully away from the cabinet and noted magnets on the rear edge of the tray. There were metal strips on the back of the shelves that the magnets engaged. She started flipping through the trays on the shelf. She then realized what this was. She pulled a tray containing a polo shirt from the middle of the stack. It cleanly came out without disturbing its neighbors. She thought about her own closet. If you pulled a sweater out, most likely, it would pull or partially unfold the ones next to it. This was an elegant idea. Of course, French’s organizational style would mandate it. The problem was that when you removed one, the others fell in place. She couldn’t use a gap to identify what was missing. She then noticed two empty trays placed vertically on the right side of one shelf. She leafed through the trays on that shelf. There were shirts. They were made of a high-end synthetic fabric. These were exercise clothes of some sort. The synthetic wicked away the sweat. The shelf also contained running shorts and some longer running tights. This shelf definitely was exercise wear. She thought of the socks. Wherever French was, he likely was wearing workout clothes of some sort: shirt, shorts, athletic socks, and running shoes. She made a note to ask Janice if she could identify the missing items. She got another idea. She got the shirt from the hamper and the suit jacket. She arranged the two together as if they were currently being worn and returned it to the valet chair. She snapped a picture. She’d ask June, Fries, and Janice if this was the outfit he had been wearing Friday. June stood back and smiled. She’d made some sort of progress, she thought. She also realized she required a diaper change. She’d brought her bag with her, but felt she’d due injustice to French’s place if she used it for a change. She’d head back to her office and home to change.

This is my first story. I am not a writer, editor, English major, in fact did not go past high school. I passed English with a solid C-, and I am usually high and horny when I work on this lol so I apologize now for any grammatical errors, sentence structures, changing tenses, paragraph breaking, etc... Lazy Bum (Day 0&1) Day 0 “Give me your phone.” Kim stated holding out her hand. “What?” I said not understanding why she is asking for my phone right now. “Give me your phone.” She repeated more sternly. “Why?” again not sure why she is asking for my phone. “I am taking it from you. It seems to be a distraction for you in finding a job so I am going to take it from you.” “What, like you’re grounding me from my phone?” “If it helps you to think of it in childish terms, then sure, I’m grounding you from your phone.” She said rolling her eyes, “God you’re such a child.” “No way! That is ridiculous, I’m a grown man, there’s no way I’m being grounded!” She chuckled at me when I said ‘grown man’ “You were only supposed to be here for a short period of time, like maybe a month. It has been almost 5 now. And the only thing you seem to use your phone for anyway is to look at porn and jerk off.” I tried to interject but she continued over me, “I see the crusty tissues in the trash when I get home. Not just one either, but several. I’ve never gone through and counted, because… eww I’m not touching your disgusting mess. So maybe if you didn’t have porn as a distraction, you could find a job and get your own place. Then you can jerk off all over the place whenever you want.” She held out her hand again, looking straight at me with a stern look in her eyes and said “So, give me your phone.” “No,” I said. "This is ridiculous, I’m not giving you my phone just because you told me to.“ I could see her starting to fume, "I am going to make this very simple for you, give me your phone, or get your shit and get out.” “Fine,” I said. “I went to the back room I had been staying in, and packed up my stuff. I didn’t have much, when stuck having to couch surf best to have things that can fit in a couple bags. After ten minutes I had all my things and was heading out the door. She was waiting for me, held out her hand and just said "Key.” I reached in my pocket and handed her back her spare key, and walked out the door with not even a goodbye from either of us. I was still so pissed, and obviously by the look on her face she was too. I got an Oober, but didn’t know where I was going. This wasn’t a planned out thing, so I just went to a bar to have a drink and figure out my next move. I went through my phone to find a place to crash for the night. I sent out a mass text, to anyone on my phone that was in the area “Hey guys, I hate to ask, but would anyone have the room to put me up? Thanks.” I had a drink as the responses began to come in, like “sorry man,” or “wish I had the room,” and that was from the ones that did respond. Desperate trying to figure out what to do, I sent a Fakebook post to reach anyone that I may know saying, “Hey, I hate to ask, but would anyone have the room to put me up? Or if you know someone that has the room. Even a couch would be great. Thanks.” I had another drink and waited for someone to help me out. The responses I was getting back on Fakebook were the same as the texts. It was getting late and no one had come to help me out, so not sure what to do, I decided to find some cheap hotel in the area. I didn’t really have the money for it, but I can put it on my credit card. Besides it is just for one night, by the morning someone should come through for me. I settled in my room and as soon as I kicked off my shoes and laid on the bed, I went to a couple of my favorite porn sites, and went to my favorites on my accounts. I had so many things, usually along the lines of degrading things done to women. Things like bukkake, and pov blowjobs while the guy is verbal humiliating her, gangbangs, and things like that. I would watch bukkake porn and love seeing a woman there covered in cum, while guy after guy releases his load on her, the cum all over her face, on her lips, some seeping in her mouth, dripping from her chin and onto her tits. Seeing a girl like that serving all these men, I would sometime imagine that the girl was Kim and I was the last guy that cums on her face. Or videos of guys dominating women while she services him, from his point of view so I can pretend it is me telling her to get on her knees and to crawl over to me, to undo my pants and start sucking my cock. Calling her a slut, a bitch, a cum hungry little whore. Grabbing her pigtails like handlebars and shoving my dick down her throat, while she gags and takes it. I’d love to do that to Kim, holding my cock down her throat as I cum into her stomach. The amount of times I have cum thinking of doing these things to her. A lot of those tissues she mentioned were from just that. I went through some of these videos on my phone jerking off until I came on my stomach, tired and not really caring I wiped my cum off on the bed sheet and went to sleep. Day 1 In the morning when I woke up I checked my phone and nothing new, just a couple more responses of “best of luck finding something.” Check out isn’t for another 3 hours, so I went back to my porn sites and jerked off to more of my favorite videos. Just like last night after I came and I wiped it off on the sheets. I tried to figure out what to do after check out, I figure I could walk around until something came up. Before check out I jerked off one more time and wiped it on the sheets again. I took my two bags and checked out. I walked around with my bags for a couple hours, I went to a fast food place to get a late lunch off the dollar menu, and had to decide what to do. I could get another hotel room, but I couldn’t really afford to keep getting a room. I didn’t even have the money for the one last night, but hopefully I’ll have the money by the time my credit card bill comes in. No one seems to be coming to my rescue. Maybe Kim has calmed down and will let me come back. Maybe she’s calm enough and will realize how ridiculous it is for her to try and ground me from my phone. But even if she still wants my phone, that’s a small price to pay for a roof over my head. I was humiliated knocking on her door, having to crawl back to her, so when I knocked it ended up being barely audible. I took a deep breath and rang her doorbell. After waiting for a minute she answered the door and said “What do you want?” “Hey Kim, I was wondering if…” I was trying to find the words. “If… use your big boy words, what are you wondering?” “Um… if… I mean… you know… with uh yester… I mean… umm…” The stern look on her face and her mocking tone threw me off and I could only seem to stammer. “You were wondering if you could come back and stay with me?” she said in an almost icy tone. Unable to look her in the eyes anymore, I looked down and said “Yes.” “Are you sorry with how you talked to me?” she asked in a condescending tone. Still looking down I said, “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes, I am sorry for how I talked to you.” “Are you going to listen to my rules from now on?” “Yes.” “Yes what? Use your words.” I felt like a little child having to repeat back to her everything, “I am going to listen to your rules from now on.” “Good! Let’s start by you giving me your phone.” She stated in a more relaxed and friendly tone. Prepared for that I gave her my phone, and she opened the door more to let me in. As I passed by her she then exclaimed, “Jesus you smell. Where did you stay last night? Did you even shower? You smell like a cheap whore, sweat, and cum.” I turned slightly red at how she stated it. I didn’t even think of taking a shower at the hotel. In the evening I was so exhausted I just jerked off and went to bed, and in the morning I didn’t even think about it I just jerked off a couple times before checkout. Not caring for a response she said, “Why don’t you go take a shower now.” “Okay,” I said as I was continuing to take my things to the back room. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked going back to her stern voice. Not sure what I did wrong “I was just taking my things to the back room to get my things settled in.” “I told you 'now.’ I didn’t say after you settled in to shower, I said now, so now means exactly that. I don’t want you leaving that nasty stench all over the house. We haven’t really gone over the rules of the house, sense you were only supposed to be here a short time, I never thought I’d have to worry about making them. But for now you need to know the number 1 rule that applies no matter what. What I say goes. Which means you will listen to me and do what I say when I say. There are other rules, but for now this is the only one you should worry about. Is that understood?” I was so taken aback by all of this. I was not expecting her to be like this at all. I didn’t even know she could be so stern, I was a little intimidated, I nodded. “I thought you had learned to use your words.” “Yes, I understand.” “Then why are you still standing here? Set your things down and get your ass in that shower.” I set my things down and went to the bathroom. While I was undressing I saw the door handle jiggle, then Kim knocked on the door. Still in my boxers I said “Yes?” With a little anger in her voice, “Open this door.” I unlocked the door and opened it, standing there in only my boxers. “I don’t like the idea of you being on the other side of a locked door, so from this point on you are not allowed to lock any doors.” She pointed at my boxers and exclaimed, “What is that!?” Looking down I noticed she was point to the cum that had stained on my boxers from earlier. Embarrassed by her pointing this out, my face started feeling warm, I could tell I was turning red, I couldn’t think of how to answer this question. “Is that what I think it is?!” I could feel my face blushing, “You can’t even manage to control yourself enough not to soil your clothes.” I wanted to respond, to defend myself, but I couldn’t think of anything to say that will not make me sound like a pervert. Out of nowhere she asked, “Now, what are the rules so far?” Still trying to deal with her berating me about my cum stained boxers, “Um…” trying to switch gears in my head as quickly as she did to the rules, “they’re uhh…” finally recalling, “what you say goes, and um… I’m not allowed to lock doors.” “Very good! Next time without the stammering, you should know them by heart. And it’s only two right now. Anyway, your clothes are disgusting, put them in here,” as she held out an empty trash bag. Getting a little more used to this new side of her, I grabbed my clothes off the floor and put them in the trash bag. She looked unsatisfied and then looked at my cum stained boxers. Realizing what she was asking, I said “I will leave them on outside the door when I get in the shower.” With a heavy sigh she asked, “Are we already going to have start with the consequences of you breaking rules? I was hoping you could go at least what not even 10 minutes before having to start talking about punishments. I am not going to touch those disgusting things, and I certainly don’t want them touching any part of my home. So off.” Not even a clue as to what she had in mind with 'consequences’ and 'punishments’. Timidly I took off my boxers and as I stood up revealing my cock, she let out an involuntary chuckle. I quickly covered up, blushing even more. "I’m a grower not a shower,” I stated without much conviction. Laughing she says, “I hope so for any of the girls you have been with. Put those things in here,” she said holding out the trash bag. Covering myself with one hand I put my boxers in the trash. “Oh, no need for modesty. I didn’t mean to laugh at you. That wasn’t nice of me. It’s not your fault you have a tiny little thing.” This humiliation was getting to much, first my cum stained boxers, now the size of my cock, all within a minute of each other, I didn’t know what to do. Her being fully clothed and me covering my dignity with my hands, “I’m sure you are the grower,” chuckling again “now don’t cover up.” I slowly moved my hands away standing completely naked in front of her, she looked down again, “that little thing can’t be what an inch, inch and half at most. You’d have to be quite the grower for any woman to look at you seriously. Anyway, I’m going out for a little bit, shouldn’t be more than two hours. After you’re finished with your shower you can watch tv while you wait for me to get back. Now get cleaned up and really scrub that disgusting stench off of you.“ She closed the door and I proceeded to shower. I reflected on everything that just happened in the last 10 minutes. I was expecting her to be a little mad, but I figure it would just be her taking my phone and that would be it. I wasn’t expecting this. I looked down at my cock, thinking, it’s not that small. I mean it is compared to the guys I see in porn, but they are meant to have massive cocks. I’m sure it’s normal size. I saw that she had already tossed my soaps and shampoos. I used her body wash and shampoo, both of which had a feminine scent. I finished my shower dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist and went to get some clean clothes. I went to the front room and didn’t see my bags there, so I went to the back room where I stay and didn’t see them there either. I looked around the house trying to find where she left my clothes, checked the wash as to maybe she washed them all. I was going to text her, but remembered she has my phone. So in just a towel I sat on the couch and watched tv. I was bored and wanted to jerk off. I wish I had my phone. There was a Victoria Secret commercial that played and I opened my towel and started stroking my cock. The commercial ended, so I closed my eyes using the memory of my porn. I was getting lost on thinking of the things I’d love to do to Kim, how she would be on her knees while I throat fucked her, her turning around and to stick my dick in her ass as she rides on it. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, when I heard the door being unlocked. In a panic I took my hands off of my throbbing member and covered myself up with a towel hoping my load won’t leak out. Kim walked in with grocery bags and shopping bags in hand. "Don’t get up.” she said. “I’m just going to put these things away.” She walked out of the room, as I was going to ask her where my clothes were, but she just walked out not even seeming to notice that I was talking to her. This at least gave my erection a little time to calm down, hopefully she won’t notice it. Not long after she came back with one bag in her hand, she had a very serious look on her face, I was too intimidated to even speak. She walked over to the couch, grabbed the remote, and turned off the tv. She was standing over me, looking down at me, as I was sitting on the couch in only a towel. My erection was quickly going down as she looked so intimidating. I began to stammer out some words to ask about my clothes. But she interrupted me before I could get an intelligible word out. “I’m going to need you to just sit there and listen. I don’t want any interruptions from you. Actually why don’t you just put your thumb in your mouth. As long as your thumb is in your mouth it will remind you to keep quiet. Because you are going to want to interrupt but I don’t want you to until I am done. After I tell you to take your thumb out of your mouth you will then have a chance to speak. If you understand, put your thumb into your mouth.” Perplexed by all of this, but I dare not argue with her I put my thumb in my mouth. “Good!” she exclaimed as if talking to a child, instead of a man… with his thumb in his mouth. “Now that thumb better stay in your mouth and you better not interrupt me. And I know you will want to interrupt me, but be good and don’t make me punish you.” With a pause she continued, “I’m sure you are wondering where your clothes are. They are not here, you can look all around but you will not find them. They are in my storage unit, you can have them back when you move out of here, but until you are ready to do that, they will stay there so don’t even bother asking for them. And no, you will not be walking around here naked. I don’t want to see that tiny thing between your legs. You will wear what I tell you to wear from now on, and that attire is not going to include jeans and t shirt, which seems to be the majority of your clothes.” Listening to this with my thumb in mouth, hearing that she is going to dress me now. I probably seemed like a child for anyone that would be looking in from the outside. “So…” she said reaching into the bag and pulling out a rectangle pink package, actually the package was clear, what was inside was pink, I couldn’t make out what it was, she opened the package pulled out a fluffy, pink, crinkling object that had some childish design like unicorns and princesses, and slowly I started realizing that this was a diaper. But not a baby diaper, and not one they sell at the grocery store for old people. But it was a baby diaper made to fit an adult. I let out an involuntary gasp with a tiny squeal, like a startled little girl. “That’s right, you will be wearing diapers. And before you think of interrupting remember your thumb is in your mouth, and I will not tolerate interruptions. You were the one that actually gave me this idea…” She paused waiting for me to recall giving her this idea. I thought back on what I would have said or done to give her an idea like this. I don’t recall once in the time I have known her even using the word diaper or mentioned babies, when she realized I wasn’t recalling she continued, “when you said that me taking your phone was like me grounding you, it made me think of how childish you have been acting. After that I realized you really are nothing more than an overgrown little child that can’t even keep his boxers dry. So I thought you should dress like a child. After I saw your Fakebook post and the responses people left, I had a feeling you would be crawling back here. I knew you wouldn’t come back to me unless you had no other options. So last night I looked online for some a place that sold just plain white diapers for you instead of just adult pullups, when I came across all these adult diapers with baby style print. I then found that there was a store hidden away in the next town over that sold them. Apparently there are a lot of perverts out there that get off on this kind of thing. I couldn’t believe it, there are so many of these people that are into this stuff that there’s a whole industry that specializes in it. But I guess whatever gets them off. Originally you were just going to be in diapers and maybe a t shirt, but thanks to those perverts there are plenty of clothes for you. It isn’t the largest store but it had so many things. There were so many sections of so many different diapers, clothing, toys, and other paraphernalia. They had this large crib, a changing table, a high chair, even a rocking horse. Apparently you can have it specially delivered to your home. I couldn’t believe that there was enough people into this stuff to create a market for this. The lady that runs the store, Beth, was so helpful too. I told her I was looking to replace all your boxers and clothes with diapers and baby clothes, and she was ecstatic. She thought this was some kind of kinky perverted role play sex thing,” she chuckled at the idea, “as if I would ever let you fuck me with that little thing.” I couldn’t believe she laughed at the idea of us fucking. This was such a blow to my fantasies of her on her knees covered in cum while she begs for me to cum in her mouth. Now it’s being replaced by her laughing at me. I listened to this confused and a little scared, trying to follow along, at some point in all of this I actually started to suck my thumb I was getting so nervous. Diapers, cribs, what is going on here? People into this stuff? I wanted to stop her talking and leave, but I did that yesterday and look at where I am now. But she continued on, “I showed her some of your clothes so she could figure out what size you were, she couldn’t believe how bad they smelt, I was so embarrassed I had to apologize for you. She told me not to worry, and said ‘if a little boy can’t take care of his grown up clothes then he shouldn’t have them.’ Which I couldn’t have said better myself. When she saw the cum stains on your boxers, the diapers made perfect sense to her. Because of how small you are they didn’t have boy style clothes that would fit you. So unfortunately the only clothes that would fit you were in the girls section.” She then pulled out from the shopping bag a white shirt that had a pink pleated skirt attached to it. The shirt had in big pink letters 'LITTLE PRINCESS’. “So here is an adorable little onesie,” she flipped the skirt up showing the snaps at the bottom. “I think it is just precious with the little pink skirt that’s attached to it, and it saying 'Little Princess’ in pink is just darling. I wasn’t originally intending on buying you girl clothes, but now I’m a little happy about it. They did have diapers for boys that fit you, but sense you were going to be a princess Beth thought it would be ideal that your diapers should reflect that, and I couldn’t agree more. I do have more clothes, but don’t worry you’ll see them soon enough. As for now you will be in a diaper and this onesie. So if you are going to stay here you will be wearing this. Your bathroom privileges will be revoked as well, I’ve gone ahead and locked the bathroom doors, so this diaper will be your potty. Though I have no intention of cleaning up any of your shit. Once a day, during a diaper change I wi allow you to sit on the big guirl potty ans shit before I put a new diaper on. There will be no discussions on this, there will be no leeway, don’t even ask if something can be changed, the answer is 'NO’, I’m not budging on any of these things. You do have the option to leave at any time. You will be in your diaper and dressed in whatever attire I choose. It will take me about an hour to get your clothes from storage, and once you leave you are never to return. So make sure you are certain that you want to leave, once I get back and you take your things you are officially banned from here. I don’t care how much you beg and plead, I don’t care if you are living on the streets cold and hungry. So be sure your living situation figured out. I’m sure there are going to be times that you will have an outburst and you will insist that you want your old clothes back. But with the two hour round trip it will give you a chance to calm down and decide if you are really ready to leave. If I get back and you change your mind, I will take the clothes back, but you will be punished for wasting two hours of my day. I’m hoping with you not having your phone and having to be dressed in such a childish way and using diapers it will motivate you to find a job so you can move out of here as quickly as possible. Believe it or not this is for your own good, and I am trying to help you, but I also think this is an appropriate punishment for how you have been acting these past several months. So I will let you take your thumb out of your mouth, and you can ask whatever questions you have. So go ahead take your thumb out,” she said coaxing me to do so. I couldn’t believe everything that she just stated. That was a lot of information to take in. A lot of odd information. But I figured the main points, either wear this ridiculous outfit of a pink diaper and onesies skirt or I’m homeless. Not much of a decision, I’m going to have to do this until I figure out my next move. I removed my thumb and asked, "Will have to wear diapers all the time?” “That’s right, the only time your diaper comes off is for bathes and diaper changes.” “Will I ever be allowed to… um… earn bathroom privileges?” “You mean like potty training?” Her voice perked up at this, and my face turned red, I was going to correct her and say not training, just to use, “I wouldn’t expect something like that in the foreseeable future. But I’m hoping if you’re dressed like this it will encourage you to find a job. But I guess if you end up here for that long and you are a good little girl… then maybe.” “Girl?” I blurted out before realizing. “Well of course, I mean these clothes are from the girl’s section so obviously they are for a girl. So you will be my little girl.” 'Fine, whatever’ I thought to myself, normal had already gone out the window. “What if I get a job interview? I can’t go dressed like a little girl in diapers.” “That’s the way you should be thinking!” She exclaimed with some pride in her voice. “If you get an interview then obviously you couldn’t go dressed like that and expect to get a job. So if that happens you can go dressed appropriate for the job, which also means no diaper. So your reward for having an interview is you can be without diapers for that time,” she finished as if talking to a child. That was a relief, at least she hasn’t gone all the way out of reality and expect me to leave here. I couldn’t think of any more questions, except for a lot of what’s and why’s. After a couple seconds of silence she said, “Well sense you have no more questions, put your thumb back in your mouth, lay down there and let’s get this diaper on you.” She pushed my shoulder down on the couch with one hand and holding the diaper in the other, I didn’t realize it at first I was still shocked with the fact that I’m going to be in a diaper soon. I stayed, still in shock allowing her to move my body. My thumb went back in my mouth, she undid my towel and laughed again, “Hasn’t grown yet I see,” I had no response except to look away. “Aww..” she chuckled, “don’t be bashful.” She raised my legs and I heard the diaper crinkle as she slid it underneath my ass. She pulled out some baby powder from the shopping bag, and sprinkled it all over me. Looking at my pubic hair she said, “Well this is going to have to go away. A baby girl should not have hair there. We’ll take care of it later though.” She began rubbing the powder on me and rubbing my cock. This was not how I ever imagined her touching my cock, I have wanted her to touch my cock for so long, the things I have thought of doing to her. Her on her knees worshiping my cock while I tell her what a little slut she is. Not with me under her control with a soft diaper under my butt and her rubbing powder on it. But even still I was getting excited, I could feel my cock grow. “Someone liking their diaper change she taunted.” It was already fully hard, if she would give me a handjob then maybe it won’t be the worst. I was so close to cumming before she got home. She laughed at my cock again, “Oh honey, you said you were a grower, and you did grow some, but that’s not enough for a woman. Oh my, have you ever measured it? Maybe I should measure it for you so you know.” I didn’t know how much more I could take of her taunting my cock. I could feel tears begin to well up in my eyes, “Oh poor baby, don’t cry, its okay. I won’t measure it, I’ll just tape it up in your diaper. And you can go on believing you’re a big man,” she giggled. This was getting to be too much. She lifted my legs again and rubbed the powder on my butt, then she lowered my butt back down and taped up the diaper. “How cute! You look so precious in this!” She rubbed her hand across the front of the diaper, with the diaper crinkling at her hand’s every movement. She squeezed the crotch of it, chuckling as she felt my hard on. She grabbed the onesie and raised my torso up so I was sitting up on the couch, “hands up” she said and I complied. She pulled the onesie over me and after my arms and head were through it she said “thumb back in your mouth sweetie.” I did as she said. She lifted my butt up and pulled the back of the onesie to the bottom of my diaper and snapped it. “Now stand up.” The skirt hit my bare legs as I stood up and I felt the bulky diaper between my legs. I couldn’t imagine how I looked, wearing a white onesie saying “Little Princess” with a pink pleated skirt which I doubt covered the bulk of the diaper. Pink diapers with little princesses and unicorns on them. And with my thumb in my mouth like a little baby girl. I have never felt so humiliated in my life, a part of me felt like crying. “Well how does it feel? Go ahead and take your thumb out and tell me.” I took out my thumb and I said the only thing I could really think of almost coming to tears, “I feel like a sissy.” She burst out laughing, “You certainly look like one.” She continued laughing. I think that’s even better than you being a baby girl. You are more of a baby sissy. So while you are under my roof you will be my little sissy baby!“ she stated with glee. I just kept quiet. Well why don’t you go sit over there on the floor, I wouldn’t want a sissy baby to fall off the couch and hurt herself.” I sat on the floor as instructed, hearing this new crinkle sound as my butt reached the floor, trying to find some way to sit that didn’t expose my diaper until I realized that the skirt was too small for that. "So let’s go over some new rules. Pay attention" She sat down on a chair looking down at me. “Rule number 3 is diapers are to be worn at all times and you are not allowed to take off your diaper in anyway, and as stated those diapers will be used as their intended purpose. Rule number 4 is you will wear what I tell you to wear, you will not be allowed to change your own clothes or pick out your clothes. Rule 5 you are to address me as Mommy. Rule number 6 you will only be allowed to talk when given permission. Your thumb in your mouth is only to serve as a reminder. And you look more pathetic with it in your mouth. That is it for the new rules. Now thumb out sissy and tell me all the rules so far.” I took my thumb out, “Whatever you says goes, I can’t have doors locked, diapers are to be worn at all times, I will wear what you tell me to wear, I will address you as Mommy, and I will only talk when given permission.” “Good Sissy! Thumb back in.” I did as she said, “Right now I don’t want you walking or standing unless need be, at least for the rest of the day. And no climbing on the furniture right now unless I give you permission, don’t want you falling off and banging that pretty little head of yours.” She reached in the shopping bag again and pulled out a pink binkie with the word princess on it. The binkie was connected to a pink ribbon with a clip on the end. “You can keep this in your mouth so you don’t have to worry about trying to suck your thumb while you are crawling around. Now come with me.” She stuck it in my mouth, and attached the clip to my onesie. She walked and I crawled behind her staring at her ass as she moved, feeling my cock grow in the diaper. She walked to her little home office area, which had a pc. “When I am at work you are permitted to use the computer to work on your resume and find a job sense you won’t have your phone. You can use the phone on the internet to make and receive calls, but you will have to be at the computer for them. There isn’t a voicemail, so it would be in your best interest to stay in here during the workday in case an employer calls.” She moved the mouse to unlock it from sleep mode, and she pulled up the user Baby, “So, you have your own profile on my computer labeled 'Baby’, which due to your suggestion I will change it to 'Sissy’ so there will be no confusion. There is no password, because I can’t trust a sissy baby to remember even the simplest of passwords. But I have set it up so all that you can do is use the phone on it, use Office, and search for a job. I have the parental locks on, so don’t even embarrass yourself by trying to look up porn. You are only allowed in here when I am at work. But we’ll discuss that more tomorrow on Sunday. I just wanted to show it to you now so you can see what you will use sense you will not have your phone until you decide to leave, it is in storage with your clothes. Now come along Sissy, let’s go to the kitchen and get you some food.” Though I wasn’t hungry, I could tell from her level of crazy that saying anything would only bring me pain. I crawled behind her to the kitchen and sat on the kitchen tile. On the kitchen table there were some more shopping bags, no doubt from the same place she got these diapers. I didn’t want to know what was in them, but I knew I was going to find out soon enough. She was rifling through the bags until she found what she was looking for and pulled out a large baby bottle with a pink princess on it and she filled it with water. She handed me the bottle and took my pacifier out, and it dropped hanging by the clip. I took it and stuck the nipple in my mouth. I was relieved to have some water, wasn’t wanting to sucking through a nipple, but I can’t say I am surprised. Somehow in half an hour I went from not even knowing that these things existed to no longer being surprised by what she does next. As soon as the rubber nipple was in my mouth I felt her squeeze my diapered crotch, I jumped a little in surprise. “Relax sissy, I’m just checking your diaper. I know I just put you in this diaper, but I don’t know when you went potty last,” she then squeezed the seat of my diaper, stuck her fingers in my diaper at the crotch feeling around, my cock twitched a little, I don’t think she felt it sense her finger was below it and she didn’t even touch it, “with all of these new and scary things, I want to make sure you just didn’t go.” She squeezed one last time at my crotch and my cock twitched more, and this time I know she felt as she let out a little involuntary giggle. “Now sissy, you know you are supposed to use your diapers for their purposes. I don’t care how long you want to hold it, but you will not be using the potty. But if you need a diaper change, you can get one in one of two ways. The first is you wait for my diaper checks like this just now, which I will give you, some times more frequent than others. But if it gets too uncomfortable, you can always cry for a diaper change. And I mean I want you to cry, not some little whimper, I want a 'wah-wah’ baby cry. You don’t have to have tears, but you better ham it up. ” I continued sucking on my bottle as she went to the fridge and pulled out a couple little jars of baby food. She set them on the table and again went through the bags until she came across a packet of baby utensils. These were the size for a baby, this was not made for an adult that likes baby things, but for babies. She opened it up and washed one of the spoons. “Okay, time to eat, so let’s see what we have here: chicken itty-bitty noodle diner, apple strawberry banana, and pea carrot spinach. Now come over here and sit on this chair.” I crawled over to the kitchen chair and sat down while she went through the bags and produced a large white bib covered in pink hearts. She fastened the bib around my neck and said “perfect.” She took the bottle from my hand, and opened the chicken itty-bitty noodle diner. “Here comes the airplane,” she taunted as she flew the ‘plane around’. “Open the hanger.” I opened my mouth as she fed the spoon in. This was so humiliating, her constantly speaking to me in that baby tone, now feeding me this baby food, which tastes like what it says, but a little off. It wasn’t bad, just a little off. Occasionally she would miss my mouth hitting my nose, cheek, or chin on purpose saying “Opsies!” and giggled while she fed me. Some of the food would drip from my face to my bib and she’d say “What a messy eater, good thing for this bib.” She seemed to be enjoying my humiliation too much. Next came the apple strawberry banana, it sounds like it should taste good, but those three flavors just don’t mix that great. It was tolerable, she is still keeping on with the airplane thing. Why can’t she just feed it to me normally, and why can’t this be over with by now? Even better would be for her to knock this shit off and treat me like an adult, but I dare not do anything even slightly wrong. She may seem ok now, but I can tell she is ready to turn into a total bitch at a moment’s notice. Finally came the pea carrot spinach. She flew the airplane I opened my mouth and as soon as it hit my tongue I cringed in disgust and as I did so the spoon ended up scraping along my cheek. This time it was my fault, “My we have a messy baby,” she laughed. She finished feeding me that disgusting food, I don’t know how I managed to get through it. “All done!” ‘Thank God’ I thought. She set it down to the side, took the bib and wiped my face, scrubbing a little. She put my pacifier back in my mouth, “That should hold you over until din-din. I know a grown person cannot survive on baby food like this. When I eat my food you will have a portion too. Depending on what it is I will be either feeding it to you after I eat, or it’ll be cut up so you can eat it with your hands. But this,” holding up a jar of baby food, “will be your lunch on the weekends. When I’m at work I will leave you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, with the crust cut off.” Kim led me back to the living room, I slowly crawled behind her. She had me lay on the floor as she turned on the tv. She went to Netflicks Kids and put on some cartoon that was rated TV-Y, “stay here and watch cartoons while I clean up and put things away.fa” I stared at the tv while she cleaned up in the kitchen. After a couple minutes she came back with my bottle now filled with juice. She set it next to me on the floor and disappeared into the other rooms. At first I let the bottle lay there, but as I was watching this mindless show I would take the bottle and start sucking on it almost absentmindedly. It was either the bottle or a binkie in my mouth. First wetting After going through several episodes of this cartoon, laying on the floor I started feeling all that juice I drank starting to work it’s way in my bladder. I ignored it at first, and continued watching this cartoon, but the pressure was getting to be too much. Even though I knew the bathroom was off limits, I really didn’t want to use the diaper. Another half-hour later she comes into the living room, turns off the tv and says, “Time for dinner sissy. Come to the table.” I moved to my hands and knees, and I winced a little in pain from bladder. She noticed this and asked, “What’s wrong, did you hurt yourself?” I shook my head no and crawled towards the table, she saw how slow I was moving as I was desperately trying to hold my bladder, “Hurry up sissy, you don’t want your dinner to get cold do you?” As I sped up I couldn’t hold it anymore and my bladder released. I froze suddenly shocked and in horror by this. “What’s wrong?” She asked looking at the horror in my face, embarrassed I dropped my head down staring at the floor trying to hide myself in anyway. “Are you wetting your diaper?” She asked with glee in her voice. I could feel tears build in my eyes. I couldn’t even help it, I tried to stifle them back, but I have never experienced anything close to as humiliating as this. She came over to me and put her hand on my diapered crotch and felt the diaper as it expanded and heated up with my piss. Still frozen on my hands and knees with her hand on my crotch as the diaper is filling she says, “That’s it baby, fill your diaper like a good little sissy baby.” Her saying that was the final thing until I broke and tears started falling down my face. I finally finished pissing in the diaper, and I could feel the warm liquid squishing around inside, the diaper felt heavy as it hung between my legs. My inner thighs were warm from the diaper. With tears streaming down my face, she asked “What’s wrong? Is your wet diaper uncomfortable.” I right now could care less about how the diaper feels, I can’t believe I have been reduced to even wearing a diaper, but to actually use it, and having her witness it and mock me made everything so much worse. The binkie fell out of my mouth as I was crying. “Well sissy, remember what you have to do for a diaper change.” I couldn’t even think of what she was talking about with everything else. If you want a diaper change I want you to cry like a baby for it.” I don’t know what she’s talking about. I’m already crying, what else could she want. “Right now baby, you’re trying to keep yourself from crying because you think that you are a man, despite all the evidence to the contrary. What man wears a diaper when he doesn’t have to, what man wears girls clothes, and what man uses their diaper.” Crying more, but still trying to fight them back, I wanted to say something and argue, but she seemed to know what they were already. “Right now you’re probably thinking that you didn’t have a choice that I made you. You did have a choice, it was either that or the streets. You might think that is a valid enough excuse to keep your ‘man card’, but what man would have allowed himself to even be put in this situation? A lot of people fall on hard times, but instead of getting off your ass and doing something about it, you’ve just hopped couches until you were left with nowhere else to go. A real man wouldn’t have let things get to that. Make that a real adult would not have, but that’s why you’re in diapers. Now baby if you want a change, I want to hear you cry like a baby, I want to hear your ‘wah’s’. With all of this, that was not hard to do, and it was exhausting trying to hold back these tears. With tears starting to stream down my face faster I slowly built a wailing “waaaaaaAAAAAHHHHH!!!” And I bawled my eyes out as I was screaming. How could I have let things get to this? “That’s it,” she said and I cried more with embarrassment. She had me lay on my back and grabbed a fresh diaper, some wipes, and powder. “Let’s get you out of this diaper now.” She said as she unsnapped the onesie and lifted it up so that none of the pee from the diaper will get on it. I am on my back crying as she untapes the diaper and pulls it down exposing my dick, I can feel the cool air hit my wet diapered area. I am hiding my face under behind my hands. She lifted my legs up and took the wet diaper and rolled it up. She took out some wipes, and cleaned the entire area. My cock didn’t even care that it was getting attention this was so humiliating. She lifted my legs again and slid a fresh diaper underneath, powdered me and taped the diaper on. She pulled the onesie down and snapped it back. “Ok, let’s feed you dinner.” I rolled over onto my hands and knees, tears still streaming down my face. I crawled my way to the kitchen and sat on the chair as I had earlier today. Kim placed the bib on me, with some of the remnants of my lunch still on there. She grabbed a plate of chicken and broccoli all cut up into small pieces. She proceeded to feed me as she did in the afternoon, fortunately it was messy like the baby food, and she was able to get every bite in my mouth. As humiliating as it was, I was happy to be eating real food, even if it is her feeding it to me. After which she cleaned off my face even though it wasn’t dirty. She put the binkie back in my mouth and told me to go back to the living room. I crawled to the living room, listening to the crinkling of the diaper with every movement. I sat on the floor criss-crossed with my thick puffy diaper between my legs. She walked in the living room carrying a small variety of baby toys. She placed them on the floor in front of me, “play with these for now.” She sat on the couch and picked up a book and started reading. She was reading something off the bestsellers list, it didn’t look that interesting to me. I didn’t know what to do with the toys in front of me. I was sitting on the floor “playing” with the toys. Really I was just moving them around, I didn’t know what she was wanting. “Time for bed sweetie.” I looked at the clock and it was only 8 o’clock. Seriously? Who goes to bed at 8? Not like any it matters anymore. Wasn’t like I was actually doing anything entertaining. She walked down the hall to the back where my room was. I followed behind crawling. When I got in the room, it looked the same as it did yesterday, before all of this, except for the couple bags from that weird store that has all of this adult baby stuff. She pulled the futon down to a bed. “You’re still going to be sleeping in here, and still on the futon. Do you need a change?” She asked as she squeezed the back of my diaper and stuck two of her fingers in, feeling for her answer. “Still dry. So we don’t need to worry about changing you before bed. But we do need to put you in your bedtime clothes.” She went through one of the bags and pulled out this little pink babydoll dress. “You are going to look so cute in this.” She said with a little bit of sincerity mixed in with the mocking tone of her voice. She unbuttoned the crotch of the onesie and began to lift it up. “Arms up,” she said and I did as such, as she removed the skirt onesie from me. Leaving my arms up she slid the babydoll dress over me. I felt the dress flow down, and even sitting on the floor the dress barely reached the floor. “Stand up sissy,” I did as she asked, and she adjusted a couple things and took a step back to see how I looked. The dress was so short, it came down about half to my diaper, so that most of it was in perfect view. “You look so precious,” she said in admiration, “this outfit really does look…” She paused trying to find the word that would sum up how she saw me. “Appropriate.” She laughed, “this outfit really does look appropriate for you.” I don’t know why she feels the need to embarrass me more than I already am. Isn’t it enough that I’m wearing diapers, crawling around like a baby, sucking on a binkie, and wearing girly clothes? Does she really need to make it worse with this mockery and how I look appropriate like this. Like this is how I always should have been dressed. Already defeated for the day, I was just going to take it and hope that she cannot tell how much this is bothering me. “Now crawl into bed.” As I did she gave my butt a quick slap. Not a spanking, but how a guy would slap a girls ass. “Just couldn’t resist with that fluffy little butt there.” I shook my head and laid down. She pulled from the bag a stuffed pink giraffe, and handed it to me. Knowing what she wanted I grabbed it and held it in my arms. She pulled out a night light, plugged it in, and turned out the lights. The night light projected stars onto the ceiling and they slowly moved around. She grabbed a blanket out of the bag as well and came and tucked me in. She set my bottle full of water in the bed next to me. “Now baby, you are going to stay in this bed until I come back in the morning. If you’re thirsty I brought you your baba, and if you need to go potty, well you should know the answer to that. I know it seems early, but this is the normal bedtime for a baby, besides you didn’t get a nap in, and it was quite a lot for you today. Tomorrow though, we will decorate this room a little bit. Nothing crazy, with all of this you should be out of here in month, but some posters and things like that. Something to remind you why you need to find a new place. Now sleep tight. No leaving the bed for any reason, or there will be hell to pay. There are no bars on here like a crib, so I will have to trust you a little, don’t make me regret it. Sleep well.” She got up and as she was closing the door she said “Night sissy.” I heard the click, and it was just me in the room, wearing a diaper, a dress, holding a stuffed giraffe, and sucking on a binkie. I’m sure she is finding all of this amusing. I could hear the tv on in the other room faintly. I couldn’t make out anything, except it was a comedy from the laugh track. I stared up at the stars as they moved around the ceiling almost hypnotically. My brain was trying to process the last 8 hours, and it wasn’t making sense. My eyes were falling heavy, I was so exhausted from it all, that drifting into sleep seemed to be no problem. I awoke sometime later needing to use the bathroom. I didn’t know what time it was, there wasn’t a clock in the room. When I awoke I had completely forgotten the events of earlier. I got out of bed to go to the bathroom, when I heard the crinkle and I felt the bulk in between my legs. Immediately my brain snapped awake and the memories of earlier flooded back in. I was standing up in a diaper and pink dress close to the door. Remembering the last thing I was told before going to sleep, I quickly got back in bed and under the covers. The tv was off so she should be in bed, and didn’t hear me moving around. I laid in bed trying to get back to sleep, but my bladder was not allowing it. I knew I was going to have to use my diaper, but I didn’t want to have to wait in a wet diaper until she woke up. I laid in bed trying to keep my mind off of it, but the pressure was already pretty high when I woke up. I was able to hold it for awhile to, I was trying to take my mind off of it, but it was almost impossible to think of anything else. I’m not sure how much time past, eventually the pain was too much and I decided to just give in and wet myself. I was laying on my back and tried to relax and pee, but the odd thing is, nothing came out. The pressure was still painful, but for some reason I couldn’t get myself to pee. I rolled onto my stomach and tried to let go there, and still couldn’t. I don’t know why, so like before I found myself on my hands and knees and I was able to release. I could hear the stream, if anyone was in the room they’d be able to hear it. It felt so good having that pressure finally be released, I could feel tingling from it. I finally finished and the diaper was soaked. I could feel how much heavier the diaper was as it hung down much lower. At least this time I had some privacy and no one’s hand on the diaper as I was filling it up. I stayed on my hands and knees not sure what to do. I’m sure if Kim were to walk in she would be delighted at what she would see. Me on my hands and knees in little pink babydoll dress, wearing a pink diaper that is obviously soaked. I wasn’t sure what to do, except wait. Hopefully Kim will be up in an hour or two, and I can get out of this soaked diaper.

Sorry just had to. ? Wishing one and all a nappy new year and may we all be well protected through this new and exciting year ahead. All the best.

Anna hummed to herself as she skipped down the street. Her arms were full of new purchases, all from stores she had created through the power of her book. Some were for herself- clothes, games, and gadgets- while others were for her toys- paddles, bondage gear, diapers and dresses. They wouldn't appreciate the gifts of course, but she knew what she wanted, and she was in charge. Really, they are all gifts for herself, she supposed, but others would be using them.She twirled and let her black skirt flare up. She didn't really need to go shopping, of course. The outfit she wore had been conjured by her magic. Long stockings, a tight, trim black dress, and a black conical hat left no confusion over what she was. She was a witch, and proud of it. When it pleased her she dressed accordingly, tweaking the classic outfit for a much more fashionable variation. She had even made herself a flying broomstick, but also enjoyed walking to see how much better the city was now that she was in charge.She sighed thinking about it. All the dirty, dusty streets cleaned up. Old, ugly stores replaced with newer, kinkier ones. Common boring crowds replaced with people in colorful, exciting ones. She was proud of her work. She even considered having the city renamed- Annaville fit it much better now. Perhaps she should have a parade to herself. She took out the book and began writing. A monthly parade, with her as the centerpiece walking... no, on a float... no... both? Perhaps walking one way and on the float back, both times as people cheered and threw gifts at her, praising her for the brilliant work she did. It end in a massive fair where people would tell stories of her accomplishments. She giggled with joy. What a wonderful idea.She approached the door to her home, which was now a sprawling manor. Thick stone walls with Gothic decorations and turrets on either side, suitable for a powerful witch like herself, and deserved by what she had given to the city. Her favorite parts, however, were still inside.The door opened as she got nearer. She could have done it with magic, but she had a better way now."Thank you doorman," she said to the man encased in marble behind it. At first glance he looked like a Romanesque marble statue, flexing and bend slightly at the waist. However, on closer inspection, his arms were mobile, there was a hinge on the mouth to allow him to be fed, and his tearing, panicked eyes peeked out through holes to a screen that showed when anyone approached. "MMMM!" He shouted, the terrified sound muffled by the stone. "You are getting much better at this,' Anna said. As she spoke she reached around to the fourth, and final difference between it and a regular statue, and probably her favorite. More muffled shouts of terror came as she opened the back of it, exposing his bottom, still bright red from the last time she opened it. She raised her hand high as if to spank him, but at the last moment brought her hand down gently and rubbed him. "I'm glad to see you are learning after the last few times you were too slow." She patted his bottom. "Now, lets how this entire ordeal teaches you to hold open doors for pretty young ladies, yes? Especially when those ladies happen to be all powerful witches?""MMM" came the reply, and Anna walked on. She had no intention of keeping him there long. A few weeks, then she'd release him and just use her magic or find someone else to torment. He was there until she was sure he learned his lesson, or she got bored. Depending on how she felt, he'd either end up back at his regular life, or with another caretaker to ensure he stayed good. The same could be said for the army of maids, servants, decorations, pets, and other submissive that filled her mansion at different points. A 'pet', a woman in a tight fighting leather bodysuit with a tail and a dog's mask came crawling dutifully toward her and begged for a treat, as she was trained to do. Anna petted her and fed her a dog cookie. She turned to a short skirted maid, who cradled a woman in a diaper and onesie and fed her a bottle."Jessie?" she said."Yes?" said the maid, whose really name was Jeremy. "When you are done feeding and changing that baby, be a good little girl and take our puppy for a walk. A long one, I think she is restless.""Yes ma'am," he said.Anna smiled to herself. She loved her odd, changing family. Unlike her first toys, they were all taken in to fit their roles perfectly. Anna considered their new positions in life to be punishments themselves, so treated them as what they were. The baby was treated just like a baby, the dog just like a dog, the maid just like a maid, with only the occasional spanking to keep them in their places for the time they spent with her. Well, that and the reminder that things could always be much worse. She passed by a 'decoration'- a man and a woman in lasting, stationary bondage, each limb encased in black latex and unmoving. They wouldn't be there very long at all, but long enough to be seen by the other toys. Of course, the decorations still weren't the lowest someone could fall.She opened a large double door into her favorite, and only permanent, part of her new 'family.' While the others had there roles and were merely mad to fit, Ryan and Morgan never had that security. They were being punished constantly, and Anna prided herself on finding new ways to humiliate them every day. Any complaint from the others, and all Anna had to do was mention they could join her permanent pets, and she knew she'd expect obedience. The others might describe their time as being treated as a baby, or a pet, or a maid, but all Ryan and Morgan could say is they were constantly humiliated.They moaned as Anna entered. "Now now, that's no way to react when your mommy comes in. I could keep you like that for months you know," she said. They both strained to look at her in despair. (More coming soon. There will be a bunch of shorter sections posted in quick succession, followed by one much longer one, so expect a follow up every 1-2 days)

Firstly a Happy New Year to everyone and please accept my apologies for my prolonged absence. Over the last month or so my bladder and bowel control have both decreased considerably. Just as I felt I'd plateaued, early in December I realised that my stress bowel incontinence had reached the stage where any laughter, sneeze or cough would release both wind and some soft poo. I'd reached this stage with my bladder releasing months previously. I also suddenly started to wake up at night and find myself wet. Also, if I ever fall asleep in front of the TV in the evening i'll be wet when I wake. I now change my diaper 4 times on a typical day and there will always be skid marks and often some poo! The only time I'm now not diapered is showering and on leaving the shower and I will have to dry myself very quickly and re-diaper or I will be dribbling down my leg. I'm delighted with this sudden tail off in control. I only now have one real goal left to achieve, I hope to reach the stage where I have a bowel movement and not be aware that its happened until I feel th lumpiness in my diaper, but i'm realistic that I may never reach that stage. If I don't I'm happy in that I feel I am now dual IC.

I watched some tv. We were on every channel, we even made the national news. Jeff was being portrayed as a monster. I knew that wasn't true. Jeff was a friend, he had a string of bad luck the past couple of years, it started with his mom getting cancer, which eventually killed her. Jeff started drinking. Which caused his wife to leave. He got help and was getting his life back on track, then he he had spent the past weekend drinking again, and then on Tuesday he killed two people before he himself was killed. It didn't mention my name but it talked about the guy that got promoted over Jeff, how I was a target as well but due to a flat tire and the crash of the light rail I was running late. It talked about the two victims, Mrs. Edna Riggs, and Security Officer Carl Stone. Mrs. Riggs was a widow, Carl Stone had been in the army did two tours in Iraq, came back with hardly a scratch, only to be killed by a crazed gunman in a hospital. Wednesday, I made it to work. I was called to the boardroom Mrs Watkins asked "If I was okay?" I had to tell her "Physically I'm fine but mentally I'm a mess! I feel I'm responsible for the death of 3 people, also I feel guilty about being a survivor, I was supposed to be dead as well!" I got sent to talk to the Psych about my feelings, I wasn't the only one there Kiki felt guilty she had no idea Jeff planned on doing anything rash as he did, she had poured her soul out to Jeff on the weekend, she feels she egged him on to do what he did! Kiki and I became each other's friend when one of us were feeling down, we supported the other. We made it through this. It was Friday before my office became mine. They had to remove the bodies, then the police released it it had to be cleaned and repaired where the bullet holes were at. They were repainted, New window with my name on the Door, not Mrs Riggs. I got a new desk, File cabinets all the files were duplicates. The old ones were blood damaged or had been hit with Bullets. It looked different than when Mrs. Riggs had this office. That's the only thing that kept me here. I got to hire two new people and train them. The others never talked much to them, about what had happened, even though they asked. One guy was heard to talk about Jeff being a monster, what he had heard on TV. Kiki and I set him straight about him being a friend that had made a huge mistake!

When you have the best economy in the world it is hard to throw stones at it but some still do. When the lower paid workers are making the most gains in wages, it is still not enough to keep some from down playing the business that is providing those wages. When we as Americans have the most disposable income to spend on anything we choose, many still don't understand how fortunate we are. When we as a country accept the largest amount of immigrants annually no conditions set on existing wealth, it is hard to accept criticism from some in a part of the world that sets high standards on who can enter their country, based mainly on given amounts of wealth, or high levels of education. Granted we have blemishes as well, but overall, our moral and standard of living here in good old USA is still something to be proud of, our ability to excel based on hard work or better ideas than the existing, make us stand out in this world and I, having traveled most of the world for years, would never want to live anywhere than where I am today!

It is such a dichotomy! I hated wetting the bed as a child, my mother took away the nappies when I was 2.5/3years old so I just wet the sheets until I was 12. I had a plastic sheet which barely covered the mattress, so it got wet often and smelled, probably terrible to most, but I began to love it. I knew I was a failure to my parents (as well as being very dyslexic which was unknown in the 1950s) but I craved love from a cold mother so began to wet the bed for attention. At 10 years old I asked for nappies as I was not getting a very good night’s sleep, but she turned me down, so I just carried on wetting the bed. Now I’m 70 and have just had a prostatectomy so nappies are compulsory, I feel a bit guilty now because my surgeon says I should be gaining continence, but my dl side says stay in nappies, it’s legitimate, so I have decided to take my time with exercises and stay in the nappies. At least I have an understanding wife who does not mind! I still love the crinkly sheet on my bed, the smell of the morning nappy and that lovely feeling of a nappy and plastic pants caressing my boy parts.

I know that some consider my decision to diaper myself 24/7 to be self-indulgent and egocentric. At the start of this venture, I considered carefully that flying in the face of my wife's progressive erosion of my diapered proclivities might end our marriage. After much introspection into my darkening moods however, I came to the realisation that to deny the “diaper thing” was deny who I was. I decided I could not endure a relationship that required me to pretend to be something I wasn’t and that I was running out of time to do something about it. So, I cried “Havoc!”, and let slip the dogs of war. My wife hates my diapers too but fortunately it seems most other parts of me she does not hate and so our relationship has thus far survived. As they say on the internet however, “YMMV” and others may find themselves at the business end of a divorce lawyer… Fully aware of the utter madness of my venture, I decided to chronicle it. I’m not an advocate of 24/7 diapering, I just journal it. It may yet prove that my value from this stands only to act as a warning to others ? Thanks for reading. It's nice to know somebody *does* read this. I have to go now because that wife is insisting that I give up vacation-day 'net surfing and drive her to the mall. She has her own car and knows where the mall is so I suspect carrying bags and buying her lunch may have more to do with this than transport logistics but that just shows that there is give and take in our relationship regardless. That I am diapered and will remain so for this venture will be graciously ignored by her.

The alarm blared the next morning. Sue considered pounding the thing and going back to sleep but remembered that she had an appointment with French’s secretary at nine. She rolled out of bed and headed to the bath. She turned the tap on full hot in the shower and proceeded to strip out of the soggy diaper. As the steam started to fill the bath, Sue adjusted the water to a more reasonable temperature, but still hot, and stepped inside. She loved the hot steamy water. It was the only way she had truly felt clean since the accident. When the hot water ran out, she toweled off and put on a diaper. Today would be another day of field work and set about getting dressed. She restocked her diaper bag and headed down to the truck. She got downtown with twenty minutes to spare and pulled into the parking garage adjacent to the offices of First Properties. Typically, she thought, she’d park on the street somewhere. Actually, usually, she’d have taken the bus downtown not to have to even worry about parking. But she was on an expense account, this would all be charged to Mrs. French. She entered the office and identified herself to the receptionist. A moment later, a tall woman, Sue guessed in her mid-thirties, appeared. She was well dressed and identified herself as Mr. French’s assistant, June. Sue was led back to an office which she presumed was French’s. A desk in the outer area which she assumed was Junes was bypassed and they entered a large office. June offered her a chair at a conference table at one end of the room. “Coffee?” June offered. “Yes, please. Black,” Sue replied. June excused herself. Sue didn’t really want the coffee. Caffeine and the liquid would just rush to her diaper. But, she wanted June to leave so she could survey French’s office alone. The table was clear. There was a credenza with a few file folders neatly placed on the surface. The desk was also clear except for a telephone, computer monitor, and a photo frame. Sue made a quick pass around the desk, primarily staring out the window as if she was admiring the view. The folders were labeled with what appeared to be street addresses. These were probably properties that French had bought or was working on. She glanced at the photo frame. Two pictures, one was definitely sister Janice. The other was an attractive older lady. Almost certainly French’s mother. Sue made her way back to the seat at the conference table by the time June returned with two cups. June placed one in front of Sue and took a seat opposite her. “We’re so concerned about Mr. French’s disappearance. What can I do to help your investigation?” “When was the last time you saw or heard from Mr. French?” Sue began the standard litany of questions. “He left here at five-thirty Friday evening. He said he had a dinner engagement.” “A date?” Sue asked though she knew the answer already. “I don’t think so. If he was going to meet a woman, he would have told me he had a hot date or the like. This sounded like business.” Sue thought over that context. “Did he date much?” “Oh, from time to time. He liked women, don’t get me wrong. He just was so absorbed in his work that most didn’t have the patience to stick with him. He has been seeing one of late, Cami. I don’t know the last name.” Sue made a mental note of that. If there was a love interest, it could go both ways. He could be with her, or if he met foul play, she could be a suspect. “And is that the last you heard from him?” “No, he sent an email later that evening asking him to call a business contact and set up a meeting for him as soon as possible. He reminded me that he had a meeting with his personal lawyer Monday morning, but anytime after noon on Monday was open for him. Of course, I also have access to his calendar, so I knew the latter.” “Who was the contact?” June hesitated. “You should ask Mr. Fries that. I’m not sure I have the authority to give out that information. Same if you’re going to ask to see Mr. French’s schedule. I could do it if it would help, but I’d need clearance from Mr. Fries.” Sue asked some more questions about French’s habits and the like and the “do you know anybody who would want to harm him?” question near the end. The results were not productive. French was a methodical, intense man, but friendly. Everybody supposedly liked him, and nobody would like to do so. Sue was running out of answers when a man popped through the door. He looked to be the same age as French would be, but a bit less tidy in his appearance. He was wearing what appeared to be trousers from a suit, but no jacket. The collar of his dress shirt was unbuttoned and no tie. The sleeves were rolled up to just below his elbows. He probably had worn a suit to the office but stripped off the jacket and tie as the day progressed. “Mrs. Garret, this is Mr. French’s business partner, Mr. Fries.” “Bob,” Fries interjected, holding out his hand. “Sue,” Sue said as she took it. “We’re all real concerned about Jim’s disappearance. We’d like to extend any resource you need.” June excused herself while Fries sat down. “How long have you known Mr. French?” Sue started. “We go back to our days at Harvard. Jim came up with this idea on how to leverage real estate, and I have to say he was right. First Properties took off from there.” “So how big is First Properties?” “The core is Jim and me. I was actually a civil engineering major in undergrad. Jim suggested that there was more money applying my interests to developing properties and we should go to business school together. So we did. On graduation, we went into business for ourselves.” “And you’ve been together ever since?” “Yes. We both got a little seed money from our families which helped. Our only bone of contention was what to name the company. I suggested we put his name first on the firm name.” Sue thought about it. “French and Fries. French Fries.” She chuckled. “Yeah, Jim said that if we did that, we’d be hearing ketchup jokes forever. We then decided to come up with something generic. We had just bought our first property and that gave us the idea of “First Properties.” “When did you last see or hear from Mr. French?” “Friday afternoon. We’re trying to pin down a new property, and he wanted me to be ready to meet with the owner. He said it could be as early as Monday afternoon.” “Did you get an email or anything after that?” “No, not that I recall.” “Do you mind telling me who this owner was?” Fries paused a second thinking. “No, not at all. Anything that will help. I just would ask you to keep this in confidence. Proprietary business information and all.” Sue nodded. “It’s a man named Frank Campbell. Owns some land out in the county. We think it would be prime for a mixed use development. We’ve been courting him for a while.” Sue made a note of this. “His secretary said he had a meeting with a lawyer on Monday morning. Do you know what that is about?” “No, but let me check.” Fries moved to French’s desk and sat down. He pulled out the center drawer of the desk, exposing a keyboard and typed out something. After a few seconds, he clicked an icon. “Oh, I was thinking he was meeting with our company’s lawyers. That’s Bonner Kiernan. This is an appointment with his personal attorney.” “Do you know what that might have been about?” “No, We both use Chelsea Burger for our personal stuff. Any personal real estate transactions, we don’t want a conflict with the business stuff. She also does wills and trusts and the like.” “Was Mr. French acting any different recently. Anything making him nervous or scared. Financial problems? Relationship stuff?” “Certainly not financial. First Properties is doing quite well. We’re looking to raid Harvard Business for a few younger versions of ourselves and expand. Can’t say he’s ever shown any personal issues.” “His sister mentioned that there might be some professional rivalry. People he stepped on while on his way up or those who might have come up on the short side of a business deal?” “Absolutely not. I mean some people don’t like us because we’re successful, I guess. But they’re not going to do us in over that. Some call us land rapers, but Jim has driven us of late to be very conscious of social and sustainability issues. As for business deals, Jim always insists on fair practices. He also has the personality that makes even people who are giving us a bargain price think they are being enriched for doing so.” He paused and thought more. “No, I can’t see that being a motive. Someone kidnapping him because he has money would be more likely. But I guess we’d have heard ransom demands by now.” “Women?” Sue asked. “He’s been seeing Cami now for about nine months. Never heard any of his former girls complaining other than that he didn’t spend enough time not working.” “Do you have Cami’s contact information or even last name?” “I’m afraid not. I’ve only met her once.” “OK, thanks for your time. I may wish to get access to Mr. French’s computer, emails, schedule, and the like. I hope that will be possible if it comes to that. I’ll sign any non-disclosure you’d like.” Again Fries thought about this for a second and then just nodded. “If that’s what it takes.”

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A 4 year old boy who is not yet potty trained and gets put back in diapers Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk

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.

I did chat with Tykables on facebook - I am waiting on white ones... thanks - can't wait to get a nice wide thick one. P.S. I did send them the chat link from here - hopefully they pop in

And here we are! Hypershark and I have finished our work on 11 and now here it is, for all of you. EDIT: I can't, for whatever reason, get the story out of Bold. So enjoy easier reading. Doubled posting should be FIXED! ? CHAPTER 11 Lincoln and I walked side by side through the airport while Alex followed close behind, quietly ducking through the doors to avoid knocking her head on them. The entire airport was people my size! Even the airport was my size! At that moment, I didn't care that it was a hazard for Alex's head everywhere she went, this was terrific! "I'm overjoyed you decided to partner up with us, Ms. Ricario. You have no idea just how much of an impact this will make, and it just excites me to my core that we will be right with you as you pave history!" Lincoln said to me as we walked out into a food quart area. "I truly do believe you have what it takes to turn the motor vehicle industry around here in the ULN." I smiled as we sat down at a table. "Thank you, Mr. Lincoln." "Please! We're business partners now. Call me Josh." He responded, holding his hand out to shake mine. I glanced around for a quick moment as I shook his hand and noticed something interesting. I saw a man, dressed in an all-black suit in sunglasses, standing at one end of the court. I turned and sure enough, there was another man dressed the same way on the other side. "You can just call me Danny, as well." Josh smiled at that. "Splendid! I can't wait for what the future holds." Then he stood up and walked around to my side, offering me a hand to help me up. Before I could take it, however, he moved it to rest on my shoulder and leaned in towards my ear. "You are leaking, Danny. Take my coat and wrap it around yourself, and the bathrooms are on the other side of the food court." I looked and saw big wet spots on both legs with a dry spot in the middle, making it obvious to anyone who saw that I was wearing a soaked diaper. Alex had caught on at that point and began reaching for her bag. She pulled out a tampon and handed it to me. "Squeeze the end of it, and it'll open, and don't do it until you're in the bathroom." She whispered to me in a low voice. I took both items and thanked them before quickly hiding my embarrassing accident behind the coat. Then I began my shameful walk to the bathrooms. As I neared the bathrooms, I could see out of the corner of my eye, a third suit-wearing man, standing not far from the bathroom entrance. They looked like Men in Black, but they were acting like the Secret Service. At that moment though, I didn't care. I went into the bathroom and quickly into a private stall. At that point, I released my breath that I didn't know I was holding and pulled out that tampon. "Just squeeze the end?" I questioned as I thumbed over it. Was this some sort of new incognito pants? I pressed on the end and it clicked. At first, it didn't do anything, but after a few seconds, it started expanding out of the wrapper. I watched as it grew into a replacement diaper, just like the one I had on except dry. "Woah that's cool." I took my cold, wet pants off and began removing the diaper when I heard footsteps. They were manly footsteps and I looked through the crack to see it was 2 of those Suit Men. They stood and waited outside the stall, clearly waiting for me. What could they possibly want with me? Are they here to take me away? Am I about to be killed? Oh, what I would do for a phone right now. "Ma'am, we have some important questions for you. Please step out of the stall when you're done so we can chat." One of the men said. "Yes sir. One moment sir." I replied nervously. I quickly wrapped up the wet diaper, cleaned myself up with some toilet paper, and taped the new one on almost as good as Alex. Then I wrapped myself back up in the coat and walked out to confront these Suit Men. "What can I do for you?" One of the men stepped up to me and looked me up and down, seeing my current outfit in it's full. "We have reason to believe you're being targeted by a high profile Amazon. Are you aware of this?" I smiled as soon as I realised what was going on, almost laughing. "Oh, Ms. Tesla? She's with Mr. Lincoln and I. Nothing to worry about." The man looked me in the eyes for a moment before nodding. "Okay, you don't appear to be on any mind-altering stuff, so I'll take your word for it. Just be careful. She has a lot of power where she's from and you don't want to be there, especially not dressed like that." He responded, pointing to my diaper. I couldn't help but blush slightly. "Speaking of that, you wouldn't happen to have any spare pants, by chance? Mine are in my luggage." "No ma'am, but besides being embarrassing, you don't have anything to worry about. We will get out of your hair, have a good day." The man said before walking out, the other one right behind him. Great, so now I had to walk out in front of a bunch of people with an exposed diaper. The jacket prevented anyone behind or beside me seeing the diaper, but it couldn't be hidden in the front. "Well, let's just get it over with, I'm not famous yet, thank god." Eyes turned to look at me as I walked out and back towards Alex and Josh. The people closest to the bathroom probably saw the Suit Men enter and leave, but the others were looking at the thick padding between my legs. I speed walked over to Alex and leaned up against her. "Let's go, please?" Josh spoke up at that moment. "Good idea. Let me take you to my detail, and we will see about getting you a car to drive. One for Ms. Tesla as well." With that, we got up and started on our way towards the exit. Outside, there was a convoy of silver cars parked but running. They reminded me of cars from the 30's and 40's with their smooth body curves and narrow wheels and tires, but they were a bit different and had a bit more modern gear on them. Disc brakes, back up lights, mirrors, and what sounded like a v8 was under the hood of all of them. It was very clear they needed me. Josh pointed at the third car in the line. "That car is yours, Danny. Brand new Lincoln Crown Car. Enjoy. As for you, Ms. Tesla, I'm sure you probably have Forza in one of those transport crates?" Alex smiled and nodded, not saying a word. "Right. Well let's get you two to the home you will be using during your time here in the ULN. Load up and follow my detail." Josh said as he hopped into the back of the second car. I hopped into the driver’s seat of my new Lincoln and relaxed, finally away from prying eyes while Alex walked over to the Amazon Lane and unboxed Forza. The car towered over us and reminded me that this wasn't the states, despite how much it felt like it. Once we got on the road, I could see how they managed with two completely different sizes of people. There was a single Amazon driving lane per direction. While the Littles got 2 lanes each direction. Most of the buildings were larger than what would be normal in the states, but they weren't as large and daunting as where we just came from. I could tell the differences in this car compared to my charger almost immediately. What was worse, was that there was a lot of similarities as well. The throttle felt like it was cable-driven and the brakes were manual instead of hydraulic. The steering was powered but heavy, and the v8 was underpowered. It was becoming clear to me that making a better car would be as easy as 1 2 3. We turned off down this road that only had Little lanes, so Alex had to consume both as she followed us, but the road seemed private, as it was only us travelling it. We went into a tunnel and on the other side of it, stood this large, modern house with lots of glass and decorations. The land around it was beautiful as well. A large field was behind it, perfect for outside fun. I could see what looked like water flowing all over the house in this really intricate water/glass design. It was so beautiful, I almost bumped Into Josh's car in front of me as they stopped in the circle drive and stepped out. Alex pulled up a little ways behind us with Forza. Since the road was only Little lanes, she had driven across all of them, but since the road was private, it was okay. She stepped out of the car and joined us a moment later. I could see on her face that she was just as wowed by the home as I was. "This will be your home in the ULN, Danny. It's a modern design built big enough for both Amazon and Little living. Two homes in one. I'm sure you two will love it." Josh said, smiling and handing me two sets of house keys. "I can't believe it! Thank you so much, Josh. The place looks amazing!" I respond an obvious tone of excitement flowing through me. With it just being the three of us since the rest of Lincoln's detail stayed in the cars, I was a little more relaxed about my exposed diaper. This showed as I bounced with excitement. "Can I hug you?" I ask Josh. He just smiled even more and motioned with his hands for an embrace. I didn't wait for a second longer and lunged to hug him. He had made my dream come true and I couldn't thank him enough. "Don't mention it! I'm glad you like it." Josh replied in a warm tone. I let go of him and stood back to view the home once again. It was incredible. The design was immaculate and the materials looked expensive. It shocked me that Alex never had a home like this with all the money she has. I'd have to remember to ask her about it later. "Danny sweetie? Anyone home?" I look up to see Alex leaning down over me and patting my butt softly. "Huh?" Alex smiled and Josh chuckled, confusing me for a second, but then Alex stood back up and looked down at me. "I know you're excited to go see your new home, sweetheart, but pay attention to Josh when he's talking to you. Can you do that for me, Danny baby?" She said in an exaggerated 'mommy' tone, clearly trying to turn my cheeks red. With another suppressed chuckle from Josh, she was successful in making me blush. "Yes Mommy." I reply, trying to prevent my cheeks from getting redder and redder. I look over at Josh again. "Sorry! Go on." He just smiled again and continued. "As I was saying, you can have the rest of the day to get comfortable in your new home and I'll have a car come pick you up at 10 tomorrow morning. From there, we'll go over in detail what we plan to do in order to get this ball rolling. Sound good?" He held his hand out for a shake. I practically grinned from ear to ear as I took his hand in mine. "Sounds good." ---------------------------------------- Lincoln and I discussed a few small things before they left for us to enjoy the night. The business would actually begin tomorrow. I waddled over to Alex and just hugged her legs. I was so very happy and so very tired and I couldn't wait to Relax with her in this new home of ours. I heard Alex "Awww" before picking me up. "Does my baby girl need to go night night?" She cooed at me and I couldn't help but giggle and nod. "Well let's get our cars inside and go check out our new home. Then I'll get you all nice and tucked in for bed." "Okay Mommy." She set me back down and we walked to our cars with, of course, Forza starting up on approach. I got in my new Lincoln and fired it up. Now I had to figure out which garage belonged to me and which belonged to Alex. I pulled up to the left door and it opened to reveal a room full of tools my size, all organized on the walls and toolboxes. The roof was high enough, an Amazon could use the garage but they would need to upsize all the accessories. This was definitely mine. I pulled the car in, shut it down, and immediately popped the hood. I needed to assess just what was different about this motor to mine and others like it. Under the hood was what looked like a flat head v8. "What the fuck?" Why in the world would they do that? No wonder this thing sounded like it was smacking hard yet producing much power. It was also carburated, instead of fuel injected. Upon closer inspection, the only thing advanced in here is the power supply. A high watt lithium-ion battery with some gorgeous wiring. That will definitely come in handy when I was modding the car out later. I heard a knock and turned to look at the door into the building. It was tall enough for an Amazon to fit through it easily, but it had two handles, one up high and one much lower, that would both turn if only one was being turned. Allowing the door to be opened by both Littles and Amazons. "Yes?" Alex then walked into the garage and smiled when she saw what I was doing. "Of course you're already under the hood, my little grease monkey." I blush and giggle. "Hehe, Mommy! I not greasy!" I reply, holding my hands up. Alex laughed then and took the opportunity to pick me up. "Not yet, but let's get you out of here before I need to bathe you. You can always work on the car after work if I think it's okay." Feeling tricked, I cross my arms and pout. I wasn't gonna start taking stuff apart yet! Well... maybe those ugly heads, but not all of it! This wasn't fair. "But Mommy! I-" "No buts, young lady. That's final. You might be in the ULN now but you're still my baby girl and you do what I say. Understand?" I bowed my head and nodded slowly. "Yes Mommy." There was no point in arguing when the person you're arguing with could so easily take control of the situation without anything you can do about it. Still though, I wanted to play with my new toy. Alex carried me through the door and into the home. From inside, I could tell that every room was designed with all people in mind. The living room had an absolutely massive flat-screen similar to mine in my home dimension but much bigger. There was a massive couch as well, with very soft steps for smaller people like me to get on it. The kitchen had two of everything. Two stoves, refrigerators, and built-in microwaves. One for each size. It was also a very large kitchen with one side for Littles and the other for Amazons. The dining area had two separate dinner tables, each with its own chandeliers. Both with a large number of adult chairs, but the larger one had highchairs for Littles and Amazon babies while the smaller one just had highchairs for babies. There were other rooms to explore but Alex carried me back to where the bedrooms were. She then walked into what appeared to be her new room. It had a large mattress fit with the whole curtain framework for extra beauty and privacy. There was a changing table and other little supplies, and what looked like a walk-in closet, but it was closed so I wasn't for sure. She then laid me down on my back on the changing table and began removing the coat still around my hips. "Hmmm." Alex said, looking down at me with a thoughtful expression. "What?" "Well it's not too terribly late, and this is our first night here together. Why don't we go introduce ourselves to the local car enthusiasts?" With a smile on her face, I could tell she was getting excited. So was I. "Yes yes yes yes yes yes!" I squealed with joy. "And I've got a present for you! Something I'm sure you're going to love." Alex replied as she walked over to her suitcase on the bed. She dug around a moment before pulling out a shirt my size. It said '1-mile Drag Queen' on the front. She then flipped it around and it said 'Yes, I beat an Amazon' on the back. "ErmahGerd! I love it!!!" I squealed. Alex smiled bright seeing me so happy. "Zoe printed it herself for you as a going-away present. Make it easier to get in good with the crowd here." I grinned from ear to ear and gave grabby hands for the shirt. "How thoughtful and humble of her." Then I started thinking about the people who tried to kill me. "I wish more people I raced were as humble as her." My tone clearly falling. Alex caught on quick and picked me up to embrace me. "Oh Danny baby, it's going to be okay. It's in the past. Besides, not everyone is in a good, healthy spot in their lives and that sours them. We just have to make do and not let that stop us. You're a strong girl. I know you'll be okay. I'm with you now." I snuggled into the embrace and let her calm me down. She was right. It was going to be okay. I shouldn't worry about any of that. "Okay Mommy, let's go!" Alex then placed me back down on the changing table and quickly got me dressed. 10 minutes later, we were on our way to a local car meet. This was just a normal car meet, but Alex said there had to be a few racers showing up and I would need to find them and figure out where the undergrounds took place. I lead the way with Alex behind me as we entered the car meet. I parked the Lincoln away from the meet a few rows since it wasn't special yet. However, I saw Alex pull her much bigger car right up to the meet. Very bold move, Alex. I got to Alex and Forza just as she was stepping out. I could tell that everyone at the meet was nervous about her presence. They knew they couldn't be legally adopted, but you never knew what an Amazon might do to get what they want. "Forza, show these people how sexy you sound." Alex said, with a cocky growl. Forza immediately began to scream his motor in full. Backfiring out the exhaust with flames. After a few seconds of that, he calmed down and the whole crowd was quiet for a second. Then one man started clapping and they all followed suit after him. "Thank you! Pretty sweet, am I right?" Alex asked with a sly grin. Once the moment passed, people went on there way again and Alex and I got out lawn chairs to sit by Forza with. Alex made an entrance pretty grand, so we were almost sure we'd get approached. Sure enough, a man soon came walking up to the car. Standing on his toes to see a little further up. He walked around the car for a moment before coming up to me. "So." Immediately I could hear the man's southern draw. "That your Amazon?" He asked, pointing to Alex. I was kind of taken aback by the question. "Uhhh, kinda?" Alex piped in at that moment. "Hi. I'm Alex Tesla, Head of the Amazonian Tesla Motor Company. This here is Forza, my personal Tesla and it's heavily modified. Don't worry, my friend, I'm one of the nice ones. The only mean thing I might do is trash talk your ride." She smiled and winked. Snickers and giggles came from the people within earshot. The man stared at Alex for a moment with a cold look, before exploding into laughter. "Haha! You funny!" He said with that southern slang. Then, turning to me, he said, "So how about you, pretty lady?" I blushed at the compliment. Figured I'd get hit on. Boys don't change. Even if you change dimensions. "I'm Danny Ricario. I'm from overseas with Alex, but I came here to experience the car culture. I had heard it was much different from my home dimension." The guy looked at me differently then. "You're from the Home World?" As soon as he asked that, almost everyone turned to look at me as I nodded. "Yes?" Immediately, I'm practically surrounded. So many people asking me how it was, what was different, if it was like heaven is described, etc etc. "Guys! Guys! It's just another world where there are no Amazons. Yeah sure, that might sound great but that world is plagued with problems. Trust me, it's better here." They all just nodded and mumbled to each other for a bit before continuing the show per normal. About 30 minutes later of the show, people had come and gone. A few numbers had been exchanged, and the undergrounds were found. I had been drinking plenty of water since showing up to keep from dehydrating, but a lot of it had passed through me and into my bladder, making me desperate to pee very quickly. I looked around, making sure no eyes were directly on me, and began wetting my diaper. I had begun to start loving the spreading warmth throughout my diaper as I peed. However, it was still going strong over 30 seconds later. In fact, it didn't stop at all until after a minute of full stream peeing. I so badly wanted to check to see if it leaked, and if not, how much room it had left, but I didn't want to do it in front of all these free Littles. I'm sure they viewed diapers and such the same way I did before coming here. I looked up at Alex, who was talking to another couple of guys who looked to be hitting on her and stuck my bottom lip out at her for a second. Then, with only my eyes, I looked down at my pants and then back up at her. I could see it in her eyes that she understood. "Sorry boys, but I like my men just a little taller. But A+ for courage! We gotta get going now, but it was nice chatting with you." She said to the men before standing up. "Hop in Forza, Danny. I'll take you to your car." I nodded and stood up, praying to God I didn't have any wet spots on the back of my pants. "Sounds good." I speed walked over to my door and Forza opened it for me and a little side step came out for me to climb in with. Once in, I carefully climbed into the car seat and buckled myself in with only slight difficulty. Alex was already in at that point, and she revved Forza up a bit again for the crowd that had gathered. You could hear them chanting as she began to pull away. "BURN! OUT! BURN! OUT! BURN! OUT!" "Well, it is really the only thing you can do without embarrassing them in a race." I said, giggling. "Forza, engage the front e-brake only. Let's light this party up." Alex said, stopping the car right next to the crowd. She then rolled down the windows and punched the gas. The crowd was muted as the sound of tires screeching and a roaring v8 filled the atmosphere. Tire smoke billowing from the wheel wells and filling the air around us. The smell of burning rubber. She did this for what felt like an eternity, but maybe 30 seconds in reality, before releasing the e-brake and peeling away. The crowd soaring with cheers fading behind us. "That. Was. AWESOME!" I practically squeal. "My heart is pounding! I need to install that e-brake control on my charger! Oh my god!" Alex laughed and smiled at me in the mirror. "Such a precious girl, all excited from Mommy's big girl toys!" She cooed at me. I blushed heavily at the unexpected baby talk. "Mommy! I'm a big girl here too!" "That may be so, but you'll always be Mommy's little baby." She cooed at me some more. Once she got to my car, we both got out and she walked over to my side with me. "I don't see at wet spots, but let me check you." I squeak and cover my butt, turning to face her. "No! People might see here. I don't want anyone to see I'm diapered here." Alex crossed her arms and looked at me sternly. "Danny, you came here from Overseas. With an Amazon, no less. I'm sure everyone already knows you're diapered. Just live up to it and don't let what others think about it affect you." I stood staring at her for a moment before looking down at my feet. She was right, but it didn't make it easier. It's one thing being exposed like this to a bunch of people who are into it. But no one here likes diapers or any of the treatment I get. That's the reason this country even exists anyway, to get away from that lifestyle. "No one here respects the kind of lifestyle Amazons force on Littles. I know what we have is different, but will they even see that?" Alex shook her head and got down to my level, caressing my cheek gently with her fingertips. "We just have to show them how different we are, then." I practically melted at the touch. My eyes fluttering shut as I leaned towards her hand. Yes, we will show them. I can do that. "Okay mommy." --------------------------------------- Alex carried me into my bedroom and gently laid me down on the floor where a changing pad had been set down. She began slowly undressing me, taking me down to just my sodden diaper. She took that off of me as well and began wiping me clean before putting an extra thick night-time diaper on me. Once she slipped me into some footie pjamas, I was allowed to get up. "Would you like Mommy's milk tonight, princess?" She asked me, caressing my cheek again. I just nodded with my eyes closed and smiled as I was picked up and placed in her lap as she sat down and lifted her shirt and bra. After feeding, I was barely conscious, but I could feel being lowered in my new bed and tucked in. Alex kissed me on the forehead and ran her fingers through my hair in a comforting manner. "Goodnight baby. You got a big day tomorrow. Mommy's proud of you." I give her a tired smile with my eyes barely open. She then turned the light off and went to bed herself. The last thing I remember before nodding off completely was the feel of my diaper getting warmer as the milk did its magic.

Disclaimer on the author: My education did not go past high school and I got through English with a C-, so I apologize for all the issues such as long paragraphs run-on sentences, change of tenses, not enough semicolons, too many commas, sentence structure, and the other things that may annoy the more educated that I do not notice. Day 2 Sunday(Part III) I crawled to the dining room where I saw a place set up for me. I could make out the bottle and the kids plate, but not what was made. I got on the chair in pain as my ass touched the seat. There I saw some grilled chicken, broccoli, and rice. She pulled a chair next to me and cut the chicken up and fed me bite by bite. The chicken was bland and a little dry, I had no choice but to take frequent drinks from the baby bottle to help wash it down. Sucking in as much water as I could from the nipple, I was slowly getting better at drinking from a bottle. She fed me another bite, ehh, this can’t be what she ate. “I had to reheat this. Your dinner was ready an hour ago. If you didn’t halfass in the first place you could have eaten it when it was fresh.” The chicken was finally finished. She cut up the steamed broccoli and fed that to me. The broccoli had already gone cold even after being reheated. The broccoli was just as plain and bad as it could be, she added nothing to the broccoli, no butter or cheese or anything. As with the chicken she fed me bite by bite. Then came the rice, probably the best thing on the plate. She didn’t add anything to it either and it tasted bland, but it was still better than the chicken and broccoli. It was finally finished, it felt good to have food in my stomach, but I wish it would have been a little more palatable. She took a paper towel and rubbed my face so hard she was practically scrubbing it, even though not a bite got on my face. She leads me to my room, which looked the same except on the wall was a large poster board that was colorfully decorated with butterflies, unicorns, and fairies. On it in simple block letters, all caps, and also decorated were: RULES FOR SISSY BABY: 1.WHAT MOMMY SAYS GOES, NO MATTER WHAT. 2. NO LOCKED DOORS. 3. DIAPERS ARE TO BE WORN AT ALL TIMES 4. YOU WILL WEAR WHAT YOU ARE TOLD TO WEAR. 5. YOU ARE TO ADDRESS ME AS MOMMY. 6. MUST BE GIVEN PERMISSION TO SPEAK. She gave me a moment to take it all in. “This is what I was working on while you were serving your punishment. I want you to read everything out loud.” Hesitantly I took the pacifier out my mouth and read the rules softly. “A little louder sissy,” she stated. I raised my voice some, but with nervousness in my voice I read “Rules for Sissy Baby.” After I finished Kim said, “Good now I want you to sign it. I crawled to the poster, and she handed me a pink marker. When she saw me grab it between my index and middle finger she quickly corrected me, “No sissy, hold it like you are supposed to.” After having written over a 100 lines, I knew what she meant. I held the marker in a fist and wrote my name as best as I could. My hands and wrist were so sore from all the writing, my hands were shaky as I was writing, it looked like a toddler was learning to write their name. She looked at my name and said, “I don’t think that name suits you. That name belongs to a boy, look in the mirror, because you certainly are not a boy. I think you need a name that suits you better. Hmm…” She thought for a moment, “how about Candi? I think that would suit you C-A-N-D-I with a little heart over the I. So cross out that name and write your new name Candi. I really like that, that name fits you perfectly.” I put an X through my name and wrote CANDI, I drew a sloppy heart over the ‘I’, as I was doing so she kept repeating that name and variations, “Sissy Candi, Baby Candi, Sissy Baby Candi, Sissy Candi Baby.” She was starting to get a little too excited over this new name. “Wonderful Candi!! Now it is past your bedtime, we need to get you ready for bed.” There wasn’t a clock in this room for me to see the time. I wasn’t particularly sleepy. She went to the closet and pulled out a white onesie with pink hearts all over and the butt ruffled. “Isn’t this onesie adorable?” she asked in a mocking tone. I just stared at her with a disapproving look on my face. “Oh wipe that look off your face little sissy Candi,” my face blushed as she said that, “let’s get your dress off and into this onesie.” I raised my arms so she could remove the dress and put the onesie on. She snapped the onesie tabs at the crotch, my diaper crinkling as she was working the snaps. When she was done I crawled into bed. “Goodnight sissy Candi,” she said as she turned out the lights and left. Just like last night I could hear her watching TV in the other room. I must have been more sleepy than I thought, because I don’t even remember falling asleep. Day 3 Monday (Part I) I woke up from the morning light coming in through the windows. I didn’t know what time it was, I could only assume it was maybe 6:30, I wish there was a clock in this room. I went the whole night without having to use my diaper like I did last night, small victories. I did have to go, but it wasn’t an emergency, I could hold it. I stared up at the ceiling waiting for Kim to come in so I can leave this futon. The room was slowly getting brighter as the sun rose more. Kim eventually came in wearing a cute sleep shirt and some pink pj pants, “Rise and shine sissy!” She immediately came over to me and put her hand on my diaper, with a puzzled look on her face she stuck two fingers in my diaper. “Hmm I would have thought these would have been wet.” If I were you sissy I would make sure you have those wet before I leave for work, because you won’t get another diaper change until I get home.” She picked up the pacifier off the futon and put it in my mouth, “let’s get you some breakfast.” I rolled off the futon onto the floor and crawled behind her, watching her ass as she walked in her pjs. One plus to all of this is the view. I could feel my cock stiffen a little bit. I’d love to slide my cock between those ass cheeks of hers. I made it to the kitchen table and sat on the chair. She brought over a plate of dry Cheery-Os, not a bowl, but a plate with them scattered about. No milk on them and no utensils to eat with. She also gave me a bottle of milk. “Eat your breakfast while I take a shower.” She left and I stared down at the plate. I was hungry so I ate the entire plate full with my hands. I tried to eat them like nuts so it wouldn’t feel so babyish, really bland nuts. I finished the Cherry-Os and was drinking the milk from the bottle. I was thinking about what Kim said when she checked the diaper, I better wet my diaper before she goes to work or I will be in that diaper until she gets home. I was drinking from the bottle trying to wet the diaper. I moved around to position myself a little differently and tried to relax. I imagined that I was sitting on a toilet instead of a chair, slowly I could feel the diaper warm and expand. The bottle was empty and so was my bladder. I could still hear Kim in the shower. I couldn’t help but picture her in the shower, soaping up those beautiful breasts, rubbing her hands on them, cleaning them, the water trickling down off her hair and over that beautiful ass of hers. My cock was getting hard in the diaper as I was thinking about it, I so wished I could jerk off right now. I haven’t jerked off in what seems so long now. I thought of reaching my hands down there to jerk myself off real quick, but the idea of my hands going in a used diaper deterred me. What seemed like hours sitting in that same spot, she finally came back dressed for work. She came in, popped the pacifier back in my mouth, and checked my diaper, “Good you wet your diaper. Let’s get you changed into a fresh one. She grabbed the changing supplies, and had me lay on the cold floor. She undid the onesie snaps and removed my diaper. The wipes felt cold as she cleaned me up. She placed a new diaper on me. After that was taped up, she opened up another diaper. I looked at her inquisitively, she ignored me and raised my legs and put the second diaper on me. She had a little bit of a hard time snapping the snaps with the additional thickness of the second diaper. She threw away the dirty diaper and put the supplies away. I was finally able to leave the area. I crawled off the cold floor and to the carpeted living room, the additional diaper was noticeable as I crawled. My legs were spread further out, I could feel it pressed on my thighs, and the onesie pressed the diaper more into me making it even thicker. She brought me a bottle that had tape wrapped around the bottle sealing it shut so I can’t open it without her noticing,“Ok Sissy Candi. I’m off to work. I have you double diapered which will hopefully prevent you from leaking out of your diapers. You have some fresh bottles in the fridge as well as your lunch. You had better be good, unless you want to face the consequences.” My attention went immediately to my butt and wrist which were still sore from all those spankings and writing yesterday. The front door closed leaving me sitting on the floor sucking on a pacifier, bottle in hand, wearing two diapers under a girly onesie.

I would enjoy being a 6 year old boy who still has to wear a diaper and getting diaper-changed 6 times a day - at least Younger than 6 wouldn't make much sense to me, as you hardly realize anything by that age.

It's hard to tell without seeing the machine. It may or may not work. How long of a whip are you talking about? A riding crop would probably work. A bull whip would probably just get tangled up around the machine and would likely not impact the intended area. I made a spanking machine with a clay target thrower. I took the clay target arm off, replaced it with an aluminum arm and a paddle attached to that. I

I'm of the opinion even good lil girls need a spanking