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More details and tidbits! Stuff is coming together, Hope everyone enjoys Chapter 7 {Reece} Reece slammed the door to her apartment as she threw her keys on to the nearby lampside table; work had kicked her ass today. She brushed her short blonde hair out of her face and strode into the kitchen to look in the fridge; to be fair, she didn't know what she was expecting. Reece flung open the fridge to be greeted by cold air and Chinese food leftovers. She sighed, and slowly closed the fridge. If you asked her, Reece would be the first to admit she needed to take better care of herself. --But, she'd also counter that by saying that she didn't need much to be happy anyways. Which...was fairly true when it came to the Amazon. Reece wasn't picky or very particular about anything; she had passions very dear to her..but otherwise, she never made a major fuss and was (mostly) content with her life. She loved to garden and had plenty of indoor plants as well; Reece was also a huge fan of animals--having had her fair share of pets. Unfortunately, Reece was seriously grieving the recent death of her cat Pickles. Work, and life in general was harder for her to deal without being able to come home to her doting companion. To the observer, it was clear that Reece *needed* to nurture something, or someone to feel complete. Case in point, for the giantess--it was much easier to eat healthier when she was doing it with someone, and trying to set a decent example. Reece had bought Pickles the best quality food she could afford on her salary, and even then, she still made the conscious effort to switch up the cat's diet and include fresh meats when possible. Pickles and Reece would often eat together; the giant woman sitting at her breakfast nook with a homecooked meal--and her cat's fuzzy head deep in her bowl by her side. For her, improving was easier when you were trying to help someone else improve; Reece had gradually let her diet worsen since the day Pickles passed. The Amazon had barely gone outside, except to work. It was pretty sad for her, as Reece was usually very active: Taking Pickles on walks in her harness, letting Pickles be with her outside as she gardened, and taking her to the park multiple times a week. Even as a child, Reece had the same caring tendencies; unfortunately, it tended to come out as bossiness when she was younger and around other children. However, as Reece matured, her nurturing disposition blossomed into a beautiful thing. As a teen, the Amazon loved to babysit and petsit. She'd babysit Littles, Amazonian children, and of course--pets. (Although the Littles happened to be her favorite.) In her teenage years, and even now, Reece was a bookworm; she would make sure she properly knew how to care for anything before she even attempted to. She'd read plenty of books on Littles, and got her babysitter certification. However she acknowledged that, no matter who or what you were caring for, nothing would ever turn out well unless you had the finesse, and the passion for what your were doing. Reece was understanding and flexible, without being a pushover--she knew when to put her foot down. ---And measuring in at 10'2, (even in late highschool), every Little and child knew not to test her. Still reminiscing about her babysitting days, she trudged over to the couch, and popped her dress shoes off. Reece honestly preferred a more plain and gender neutral style; she had her honey blonde hair cut into a short pixie cut, she was lanky, but still feminine with her subtle curves--and she preferred to wear dress suits to work. Occasionally the suits she wore were women's dress suits, but other times, she'd find a snazzy men's one at some second hand shop. Outside of work, she always wore jeans and tees; Reece kept it casual. The Amazon grabbed her T.V remote from her little coffee table and prepared to flick on the television for some much needed mindless entertainment. Yet, somehow after sifting through multiple channels, something drew her to the local news. She laid back on her couch, picking at a stray thread on her dress shirt. Reece wasn't really paying attention until she heard the reporter announce something that startled her. "This is breaking news, citizens of Parva Ischea City, we have been notified by the Amazonian authorities that at approximately 3:23 a.m today, a rift temporarily opened up in our dimension." "..There is no immediate danger associated with this rift, however it has allowed some Littles to unknowingly trickle into our dimension around the city and surrounding districts. Authorities are trying to pinpoint the location of said rift, and are working to neutralize future interdimensional instabilities." Reece cocked her head, her eyes wide-- "--So, Amazons and citizens of Parva Ischea and the surrounding districts, authorities are urging for you to please stay vigilant for any unattended Littles. At a glance, these Littles might look akin to the average Portal Little. However, these individuals will most likely look frazzled and confused; they may possibly be hurt as well." By then, Reece was fully absorbed in the Television. The Reporter continued, "...Therefore, it is imperative that you contact the authorities, or bring any lost or unattended Littles lacking identification to a Orphanage/Adoption Center in your district. We are also getting news that due to the large influx of Littles, Orphanages and Adoption Centers are accepting temporary volunteers." Reece hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath until she let out a heavy sigh; she honestly felt bad for the lost Littles, the poor things. As the reporter mumbled on about the numerous numbers and resources to contact, an impulsive idea popped into Reece’s head. ….She could volunteer?...Couldn’t she? Provided that she wasn’t swamped with work tomorrow, she could hit the nearest Orphanage after she got off. Reece pondered the idea; she supposed it would be beneficial to get out and actually do something, … maybe it’d also take her mind off of Pickles. Reece missed babysitting, she missed Pickles, and she missed being needed. The giantess was 31, but thus far she couldn’t find anyone she wanted to settle down or *be* with; she wanted the dependency and intimacy without the complexity--that was the reason she liked plants, pets, and babies so much. Of course Reece knew Littles could be complicated, and that was something she enjoyed. --But ultimately, Littles knew that they had to be dependent on Amazons, even if they didn’t want to. Reece understood that this dimension wasn’t catered towards Littles; it was big, scary, and unfair, and because of that, Reece wanted to be someone that they could depend on. *********************************************************************************************************** {Lorrie} Lorrie faded in and out of alertness as the Doctor spoke to her; it had actually been about 5 minutes since Nurse Sam returned to the room, but the Little didn’t seem to notice. Dr.Daniels was still carefully cradling Lorrie, as Samantha went to retrieve the diaper and supplies that he’d set out on the counter in her absence. “Okay Lorrie, down ya go..” The Doctor said softly as he made a move to put her back down on the exam table. Lorelei whimpered in protest, she was confused--why was she moved?? Dr. Daniels brushed his gloved hands together, “Ah, I know kiddo--but the sooner we get this on you, the smoother everything'll go.” With the cushy diaper and supplies lined up near the Doctor by the exam table, him and Nurse Sam were all ready to go. Samantha stepped up by Dr. Daniels and the loopy Lorrie, ready to assist where needed. Firstly, the Doctor went for the box of wipes, withdrawing some, he gently lifted up the Little’s legs from the table, exposing her moist bottom. “Sam, will you get that diaper ready for me please?” The Nurse nodded in approval, her shiny ponytail bobbing up and down. The diaper had four tapes and was colored a pale pink; Samantha unfurled it, and began to prep it for Lorrie’s tushie. Like everything in the office, even the baby powder Nurse Sam sprinkled into the diaper was medical grade; the baby powder contained a number of weak pheromones that helped to calm fussy Littles. Additionally, the scent of the powder consisted of Chamomile and Lavender. After Dr. Daniels finished wiping Lorrie’s bottom and more sensitive parts, he nodded at Sam, signaling the Little’s skin was ready for additional baby powder. Samantha moved forward and began to coat Lorelei’s diaper area with the powder; the stark contrast of the powder against the Little’s skin was quite helpful--the Nurse made sure every bit of exposed flesh had a fine dusting. Wiping the powder off of her new beige top, she twisted the lid to the powder closed. Next, Samantha handed over the open diaper to Dr. Daniels. Softly lifting Lorrie up by her ankles once more, he wiggled the puffy diaper underneath the Little’s bottom. Lorrie lightly began to stir; she felt something under her butt--and she didn’t like it at all. She felt like she was starting to become a tad bit more aware of her surroundings, the shot they gave her must be wearing off. Groaning, Lorrie began to swat at the Doctors hands. It had been a solid 45 minutes since Lorelei had received her shot, so it was plausible that it would begin to wear off now. Acknowledging Lorrie’s fussing, the Doctor hastily pointed to the box sitting on the counter. Nurse Sam quickly grabbed it and handed it to Dr. Daniels. Samantha was getting nervous, the shot was supposed to last 45 minutes to an hour; Lorrie was particularly cranky when unmedicated, so she prayed that they could get the last step done pretty fast. Rattling the small box, the Amazon quickly retrieved a tiny glycerin suppository from the interior. “Sam..her legs please.” The Nurse swept the Little’s legs up, and gently bent her knees, bringing her legs to her chest. With Lorrie’s bottom exposed, Dr. Daniels slowly wiggled his latexed pinkie finger into her bumhole in an effort to loosen her up; Lorelei scrunched her face up in discomfort and weakly tried to kick out. Sensing her movement, Sam applied more pressure to the girl’s bent legs to keep her from moving. Dr. Daniels swiftly withdrew his pinkie, rapidly following it up with the suppository. The Amazon pushed the cold intruder in as far as it would go. Lorrie’s eyes popped open as she let out a strangled squeak-- “..N-Noo...Hey!!” She tried to say, muffled by her pacifier--but it was too late. The Doctor was already taping up her diaper, pulling it in snug against the Little’s waist. Lorrie’s eyes squeezed out a few tears, wiggling at the discomfort of the lump lodged in her rectum. The Nurse lightly stroked Lorrie’s tiny cheek, shushing her--even as the Little’s face burned in embarrassment. “There! The hard part is all Done!”, Dr. Daniels beamed, grabbing a pair of clear plastic panties from the counter. “Wha..What did you put--” The Little slurred out behind her pacifier, drooling a tad. Nurse Sam bent down and wiped away the moisture with her thumb. “Nothing to worry about Sweetie...just a little something to help you go to the potty.” The giantess said, smiling reassuringly. It was in that very moment, Lorrie completely registered the diaper taped around her hips--and was able to fully realize the situation she was about to be faced with. “Oh shit.”, She whispered to herself behind the pacifier.

I currently wear glasses, I will likely need hearing aids in the near future, and I now have to take medicine and vitamins that I didn't have to take 30+ years ago. As I get older, if I lose continence, I'll deal with it the same way I'm dealing with all of my loss of body functionality. I'll talk to my doctor and see what's up, ensure it isn't a symptom of a bigger problem, and then keep calm and carry diapers.

Gabriela waved to her friends as she they left the movie theatre. She looked up at the stars, then closed her eyes and breathed in the night air. She began walking down the side walk, back towards her house. Once past the theatre and nearby stores, the roads quickly became forested, with only a few houses to break the line of trees. She loved walking down this path a night.She noticed a van coming up behind her. Thinking nothing of it, she continued. However, as the van got closer, it began to slow down. A little nervous now, she picked up her pace. The van sped up as well, following close behind her.Sprinting now, she turned off the road, hoping to head into the tree line. The van stopped, and a few men got out. They followed her quickly and soon caught up. She turned to try to fight them, swinging a balled fist at the nearest, but was outnumbered and smaller than any of them. One grabbed her arms from behind. She tried to scream, but one shoved his hand into her mouth. She bit down, and heard him yelp. However, her mouth was quickly covered again with a piece of cloth, and her vision blurred. Within seconds she had passed out.Gabriela slowly regained consciousness. A wave of confusion fell over her. Something about where she was felt… funny. She felt as if she was hugging herself, and it was difficult to move. Something was wrapped around her chest, and something far thicker was around her waist.The memories from the night before came back in a flood. She sat up quickly, which proved to be a mistake. Her head slammed into something, and she fell back down. She opened her eyes, only to be met with pitch black. She couldn’t see anything around her, and had no idea where she was.She tried to make sense of where she was based on feel. She was in some kind of bed, that was certain. She could feel the mattress underneath her, and the blanket on top. She guessed, based on the feeling, a second blanket had wrapped around her tightly, and bunched between her legs. Something in her mouth kept her from calling out for help. She tried to reach around her, but found it impossible to move her arms. Giving up on her arms, she began kicking her legs, throwing the blanket off of her. She tried to move her arms again. To her surprise, they didn’t feel any different, and the thick feeling between her legs hadn’t left. Alright, so it wasn’t a blanket. Suddenly nervous, and with a growing feeling of anxious nausea, she realized someone had tied her up.She began moving her legs around, trying to see if she could feel out her surroundings. Obviously there was something above her. She lifted her feet into the air, and felt a row of bars above her. She moved them from side to side, feeling more of the same. She was in a cage.She lay back down flat on the bed, trying to think. Someone had captured her, for what, she didn’t know. They tied her up and locked her inside a cage. Perhaps soon they would enter, and she could find out what was going on.She heard footsteps coming toward her. A door opened, and a light came on. She blinked for a moment to get used to the light.“Ahhh, it seems out baby is awake. We heard you rustling around and figured we’d check,” she heard a deep, masculine voice say.She looked toward the voice, finding a pair of men. Both wore identical all black clothing and grey cloth masks over their faces.“MMMMM MMMM!” She tried to ask who they were, but all that came out was a muffled noise. She remembered that there was something in her mouth. She looked around herself. The bars above and beside her were wooden, and either end of her mattress had a tall board decorated with flowers. She wasn’t in a cage, she was in a crib. She looked down at herself. While she had assumed she was simply tied, it became clear she was in a white strait jacket. Unlike most strait jackets she had seen before, it had “Baby Girl” written across the chest in pink, with a pacifier and a diaper drawn on either side of it. She looked down further. What she had assumed was bunched up blankets between her legs was an almost comically thick diaper, covered with pictures of teddy bears and pacifiers. A glance around the room revealed a gigantic nursery. The walls were painted in a sky scene a happy sun and clouds and a gigantic rainbow. There was a changing table, well stocked with diapers of various colors, piles of toys, and a closet she assumed was filled with more babyish outfits. She found a mirror, and studied herself. Along with the strait jacket and diaper, she wore a pink bonnet, and a matching pacifier filled her mouth with a strap around her head to take it in place.“I suppose you’re wondering what is going on,” one of the men said. “You have been chosen for this based on a ‘compatible personality,’ which I am sure you understand. In fact, I bet you recognize a lot of what you see here.” Gabriella blushed. She did, in fact, recognize much of it. It was like one of a hundred scenarios she had imagined, read about, and even drawn herself into. For a long time, she had a fascination with diapers, and especially with being forced into them. How had the man known? Did he see her internet history?The stranger continued speaking, walking toward her as he did. “You are now in a program to train adult babies. For reasons I am sure will become clear soon, we need to ensure you are able to be trained, and we don’t have much time to do it. This means the next little while will be…unpleasant, for you, and even more so if you don’t cooperate.” He undid the latch on her crib, and picked her up. She struggled for a moment, but the straight jacket made it essentially pointless. “We are going to introduce you to the worst aspects of being a baby slave. When we are done, you will be begging to be treated as one. Oh, and you can call me, and my partner, ‘Daddy’.”Gabriela doubted that. Though she had her fantasies, she had never really imagined it happening in real life. If he thought she would be begging, he was in for a surprise.It was Gabriela, however, who was surprised first. The first thing the man did after taking her out of the crib was to sit down and bend her over her lap. From a dozen pictures and stories, she knew exactly what was coming next. She began kicking and struggling, then tried to call out but was muffled by the pacifier.“Don’t struggle, you will only make it worse,” her ‘Daddy” said. With that, he raised his hand, and began spanking her through her diaper. WHACK WHACK WHACK! Each hit landed with a dull thud against her padding, making her yelp each time. She gave up struggling against him, but still bounced and kicked her feet with each smack. She had never imagined the spankings to be this painful.After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped. Gabriela sighed inwardly, thinking it was over. However, the man simply undid the strap that ran between her legs, untapped her diaper, and began again on her bare bottom. She squealed even louder as he rained down blows. She began sobbing and whimpering as he mercilessly spanked her.Finally, he finished the bare bottom spanking. Gabriela’s bottom ached and throbbed horribly. She was certain it was beet red.The man reached into his pocket and took something out. She felt him put something into her bottom, than watched as he squeezed a tube. She felt the thing inside her inflate, and realized it was a butt plug. He re –taped her diaper and pulled the strap between her legs again. He picked her up off his lap and stood her on the ground. Next, he reached over to a nearby shelf and grabbed a white collar, which he attached to Gabriella’s neck along with a leash.“Alright, that plug is going to stay in there for a while. Eventually you will resent it so much even filling a diaper will seem merciful by comparison. Meanwhile, you will be receiving spankings every hour, on the hour. It is your job to make sure we remember. If we ‘forget’, and go past the time, and you don’t do anything, your spankings will become much worse and more frequent. Now, it is time to take you to the kitchen for breakfast. You will follow me like a good diaper slave. Oh, and if you slow down, my partner her will spank you to encourage you forward.”With a squeak, Gabriella looked over at the second man, who had grabbed a large paddle. The first man tugged on her leash, pulling her forward. Not wanting to cause any trouble, she followed. However, he moved quickly, turning down various hallways without warning, and she struggled to keep up. The man behind her used every excuse he could to bring the paddle down hard on her bottom. By the time they reached the kitchen, where she saw a high chair set up for her, she was whimpering and squealing anew.The two men picked her up and sat her in the high chair. They closed the tray over her and locked it shut. Then, they locked her ankles into cuffs on the legs of the chair.One of the men placed a large bowl in front of her. It was filled with an un-appetizing grey mush. Gabriela leaned back away from it and wrinkled her nose at the smell. It looked horrible, and there was far too much of it.Her ‘Daddy’ took the pacifier out of her mouth. She assumed she’d be able to move her mouth freely, but found that there was still a ring around her teach, keeping her from closing it completely. She tried to speak, asking for something else to eat. However, she only got as far as “Wait…” before he was shoveling spoon full after spoon full into her. She tried to swallow as quickly as she could and speak between mouthfuls, but could barely keep up with his pace. It was clear he was ignoring her anyway. Resigned to her fate, she simply swallowed the grotesque slime as quickly as she could, wondering what the heck it was. At the rate he was spooning it into her mouth, it was difficult to swallow, and she felt some of the slime fall out of her mouth and down her chin.The bowl was massive, and soon she was full. She tried to ask for him to stop, but he was intent on having her eat every single bite. Soon she was bloated, her stomach aching. When he was done with the mush, the man took a baby bottle full of milk and put it to her lips. Gabriela began sucking, thankful at least for something to rinse the mush down.When she was done, the man looked at her. “Had enough, baby girl?”Gabriella nodded. “Yes, Daddy, please! No more!” She said around the ring in her mouth.“Hmmm… alright. However, just to be sure…” to her surprise, he grabbed a pipe and attached it to the gag where her pacifier once was. It went straight into her mouth and to the back of her throat. Gabriela followed the pipe with her eyes and saw it was attached to a large machine. The man flicked a switched, and she saw more of the slime come down the tube. It came closer and closer, than began filling her mouth. She was forced to swallow helplessly as it poured into her. Her ‘Daddy’ watched for a moment, then turned to leave the room. She tried to call after him, begging for him to stop it, but her muffled squeals went unheeded. After a moment, she saw the fluid coming toward her change from grey to white, and found she was drinking milk. A minute later it was the grey mush again, and so on. More and more of it came into her, and she swallowed until she was even more bloated then before. She noticed a clock on the wall, and counted the minutes go by. At 9:35, the tube had been in her mouth for 10 minutes, with no sign of slowing down. If she was to receive hourly spankings, that meant another 25 minutes of mush. She groaned, and kept swallowing.Very quickly she felt a pressure growing in her bowels. It quickly became unbearable as more and more of the food went through her system. Nervously she wondered if she would be forced to use it to fill her diapers. The thought made her shudder. Despite countless pictures of messy diapers, actually doing it seemed horrible. No matter what she thought, however, at this moment the plug ensured it stayed exactly where it was.The liquid, on the other hand, had nothing keeping it inside her. She struggled briefly to refrain from humiliating herself, but it was a lost cause. The pressure grew each time the milk came down the house, and she was soon wetting herself. She flooded her diaper over and over again until it felt sloppy against her and squished every time she moved. It seemed like she was just part of the hose leading into the diaper. The liquid came from the machine to her mouth, went straight through her, and into her diaper.She watched the clock. Time went by slowly. 9:40, 45, 50, 55, 56, 57, 58 and 10 seconds, 20 seconds, thirty seconds… It seemed to slow down as it got closer to her spanking. She found it odd that she was so eager for the time to pass, anticipating a spanking like some kind of reward. However, even the pain of a smacked bottom was better than constantly being feed this mush.As if part of the clockwork, as soon as the clock struck 10, the two men re-entered the room. One turned off the machine while the other took the house out of her mouth and replaced the pacifier. He wiped the food of her chin. “Aww, did baby wet her diapie?” he asked. Gabriela blushed and nodded. “Don’t worry diaper girl, we will change you. Eventually.”Then he unlocked her and took her out of the high chair. Once again, he pulled her over his knee and began spanking. Gabriela squealed and whined, but didn’t try to struggle, as she knew it was hopeless. Her already sore bottom stung even worse with each smack, and soon she was crying loudly through her pacifier. This time, however, he kept her diaper on. This proved to be wise, as she wet herself twice more before he was done.“Alright Gabriella, listen up. Today is supposed to be the day we punish you the most, but we’ve decided to give you a break. Come along!” He dragged her by the leash into another room. It turned out to be a tv-room, with a large screen and several couches. Along with the normal furnishings, there was a large mesh play pen. The two men picked her up and placed her inside this, then closed a hatch which sealed her in. They turned the television to a baby cartoon with anthropomorphic animals playing around and speaking gibberish. Before they left one of them said, “oh, and remember. Make sure you get your hourly spanking. If we forget, remind us.” Gabriella wince, not looking forward to another series of smacks.Gabriella crouched on her knees and ankles, not wanting to put her sore bottom on the ground. Even with the thick padding of the diaper, it was painful to sit. She looked around herself. There were several assorted blocks and stuffed animals, though she couldn’t do much with them without the use of her hands. She turned her attention to the television. The show was essentially pointless, simply a series of cute images to amuse babies. With nothing better to do, she resigned herself to crouching in her soaked diapers and watching it. If anything, it took her mind off the pressure inside her and the pain on her bottom.Time still went slowly, but this was at least better than the high chair. It was boring, but not painful in any way. Every fifteen minutes a different show came on, but none of them were really different. Each was filled with different cutesy characters and a different, inane, pointless plot.Suddenly she realized four shows had gone by. She looked at the digital clock beneath the television. It was 11:00, exactly. Neither of the men had come in to spank her. Had they forgotten? She remembered their warnings, it was up to her to tell them. She supposed that she could kick her feet and scream, than when they removed her pacifier she would tell them. However, the thought alone made her wince in pain. Her bottom was still sore from the last spanking, and another didn’t seem enjoyable. Perhaps if she didn’t mention it, they’d leave her alone…She watched the clock, growing more and more nervous. Should she call out? The clock changed to 11:01. Had they forgotten, or were they testing her? It seemed like an obvious test. Maybe she should. 11:02. It seemed as if time was now going faster to make up for how slowly it had been going earlier. How much worse would her punishments be if she didn’t ask for it? Could it be that much worse? 11:03. At this point, it was probably moot. Even if she said something, it was still passed the hour mark.Having finally made up her mind, Gabriella stopped watching the clock and turned her attention back to the television. Not a moment later, the two men came through the door again. She looked up at them, fear apparent in her eyes.“Well well, it looks like our naughty little girl forgot to say something, didn’t she?” one of them said.“Yes, I guess she didn’t want a spanking,” the other replied. “Perhaps she just isn’t used to them yet.”“I agree. Let’s see if we can rectify that, shall we?”Immediately Gabriela began to scream, hoping to beg for forgiveness. What were they going to do to her? They opened the playpen and dragged her out. The pulled her forward by the leash. She tried to struggle, hoping to gain a moment so she could explain she WAS going to call them, but wasn’t sure what to do and ran out of time. However, this excuse seemed pitiful even to her, and the leash forced her forward. They led her through the building, down a flight of stairs, and into another room. She groaned when she saw what was waiting for her.Directly in front of her was a full bdsm-style dungeon. Chains, straps, rods and paddles covered the wall. A set of stocks, cages, and various other restraining devices filled it. They led her to what she realized was a spanking bench. It was made of wood, had one waist high plank, and two others beside it. Her hips were placed on the higher plank bent at an acute angle, and her knees and elbows were tied to the other two.One of the men stood behind her. He raised a paddle and brought it down, hard, upon her bottom. It made her yelp and begin crying instantly. The paddle was far worse than the hand spankings, especially with nothing but a wooden plank underneath her. He raised it again and spanked her again, even harder this time. He kept going, making her more and more sore. When he was finished, the other man took over.After a few minutes, they stopped. “Alight you naughty girl,” one of them said “we are going to take a break. If you look at the clock, you will see it is currently 11:10. We will be back in five minutes for another five minute spanking, and so on. Understood?”Not waiting to reply, they both left. As promised, they returned in five minutes. This time, they used a strap instead of the paddle, focusing more heavily on her thighs which were unprotected by the diaper. The next time they came the used a rod, then a larger paddle, then a slipper, and so on. Each time they returned they used a different implement on the girl’s bottom, and each was worse than the hands.When they came in at 11:55, they spanked her with another paddle, than stopped and left. Gabriela looked at the clock, seeing it was only 11:58. Why had they stopped two minutes earlier? She groaned, realizing it was probably another test. She watched the clock in desperation, seeing it turn to 12:00 with no sign of the men. She couldn’t believe she was doing it, but she began yelling through the pacifier. Come on! She thought. It’s only been two minutes since the last spanking! Do I really need to do this? But she knew it was a test, and she didn’t want to fail.The two men came back in, and took her pacifier out.“What is it?” one asked.“It’s 12:00 Daddy!” she said.“So?”She squeezed her eyes shut, hating herself for what she was about to say. “You need to spank me again, Daddy. It’s the hour mark.”“Oh, is that so?” he asked, and she nodded, pouting. “Alright then. Good baby slave.”He put the pacifier back into her mouth, and she suckled it, finding at least a bit of comfort in it as waited for another painful series of smacks. To her relief, he unattached her from the bench. He pulled her over his knee and spanked her with his hand. Though it was still painful, it was certainly better than any of the instruments.After the spanking, she was brought back into the kitchen and sat in her high chair. Once again, she was fed grey mush with the hose. Her diaper became more and more soaked, and her stomach became more and more bloated. After another hour, she called out for her spanking.By the time they were finished spanking her, the food from her lunch had reached her bowels. It added with her breakfast to become unbearably painful. Her stomach was extremely bloated and grumbled each time she moved.The two sat her own the ground. They reached down and took out her pacifier.“Now, Diaper Girl, is there something you want to ask us?”Gabriela whimpered. She knew exactly what they meant, but was afraid to say it. However, the pressure in her stomach was far too much to ignore.“Yes Daddy,” she said “Can I please… ummm… go potty?”“Babies don’t use pottys, do they? What do you really want to use?She groaned. “I want to use my diaper.”“Excuse me? Say that again please.”“Please Daddy, let me mess my diaper like a baby.”Though his face was covered, Gabriela was certain he was smiling. “Alright. I told you you’d be begging to be treated like a baby. I know some people who will be VERY pleased to hear that. Kneel down and bend over.”Gabriela complied, kneeling with her head on the ground and her diapered bottom in the air. Her ‘Daddy’ reached into her diaper, played with the plug for a bit, and took it out.Instantly she exploded into her diapers with a load “BRRRAAPPPT!” Loads of mush and clumps came out of her. It came without her control, and she could do nothing to slow it down. She stuck her bottom out and moaned loudly, feeling relief and humiliation as she nosily filled her diapers. The slime quickly coated her entire backside, and the smell filled her nostrils with its horrid reek. She wiggled on the floor, wondering when it would stop. There seemed to be no end to it, and minutes went by as it continued to force its way into her pampers. Hours’ worth of force feeding and waiting in desperation for relief had filled her to the brim. She was shocked her diaper could hold so much of the mess.Finally it slowed, and she raised herself, humiliated, disgusted, and blushing, to her knees. As soon as she straightened, however, the pressure returned instantly. She groaned as another wave of mush came out.“PEW YEW!” one of the men said jokingly. “I didn’t realize you had that much in you! What a little potty pants!”“Definitely. You really put those diapers to good use Stinky Girl. We better open some windows!”The men forced her onto her feet and led her forward by the leash. Once again, the change in position brought another wave of pressure, and she bent over, let out another loud “BRRAAPPT!,” and filled her diapers further. It seemed like every time she moved she filled her diapers even more. The men laughed harder each time, plugging their nose and joking about her smell and how much of a baby she was. The led her around, making her walk, jump up and down, bend in various positions, all too see if they could make more of a mess of her diapers. They quickly took to calling her “Ms. Potty Pants,” “Stinky Girl,” or one of a dozen other humiliating nicknames.To her surprise, one of the men sat down on a couch. She was expecting another spanking, but instead he sat her on his lap facing him like a little girl.

I'm back! This is a commissioned story for @RoboNarples! I will also be posting the next chapter of Babysitting 101 on the 15th and will also be continuing my Patreon exclusive story on the 17th ( https://www.patreon.com/mamabug ) I'm finally back to where I was before! Things have gotten SO much more relaxed and I'm not as stressed as I was before! Thank you all for your patience and I hope you enjoy this story! I have some great ideas for the future! Prologue “Hello? Is anyone home?” She asked as she knocked on the door, hearing the echo from inside the house, but there was no response. She sighed as she closed her eyes and shook her head, taking a step back and looking around the house. It was a small cozy little house, painted a light pink shade. She looked around at the other homes that were all painted a bright color between pink, blue, green, yellow, and purple. She didn’t notice a car in the driveway, but since this was a retirement community, she figured that most of the residents didn’t have a car. Or maybe Mrs. Freeman wasn’t home right now. She checked her watch, pulling back the long hair from my face. It was a quarter to noon, and that is when she was supposed to arrive. “Hello?” She knocked on the door once more but was met with no reply. She was starting to get a bit impatient. As a 22-year-old college student, the only reason she volunteered was for extra credit. She figured spending a few hours with a senior citizen, listening to their stories, maybe doing a few chores would be easy, but now she was starting to second guess herself. Perhaps she would’ve been better off volunteering to pick up the trash on the side of the road instead. But she shook her head and told herself to calm down. She had only been standing here for five minutes, tops. She crossed her arms and looked at the neighbor’s house. Perhaps she should knock on someone else’s door, and they could inform her where Mrs. Freeman was, maybe she was just out and about and didn’t realize what time of day it was or what she was even supposed to be here. She ran her fingers over her dress as she knocked on the door once more, feeling a bit frustrated she grabbed the door handle and pulled it open, surprised to see that the door was unlocked. She glanced around before wandering inside, not sure if this was the best idea. But maybe Mrs. Freeman was taking a nap and didn’t hear her knock? Or perhaps the old woman fell and needed help? She thought of a million excuses as she took a step inside. “H-hello?” She called into the house, but there was only silence. She frowned as she was about to go back outside and try coming back a bit later when something caught her eye. She turned her gaze to the large glass doors on the opposite of the house, in the dining room. Outside the doors was a typical yard, but something was enticing about it. She wasn’t sure what, but it was as if an invisible force was tugging her toward it. She bit her lip, before glancing back behind her, almost expecting someone to be there. She closed the door behind her, and she made her way across the living room and to the dining room. She didn’t pay much attention to her surroundings, it was as if she was in a trance, something was pulling her to the back yard, and she didn’t know why. She opened the sliding glass doors and slipped outside. It was your typical back yard, with a privacy fence, a small garden, and some chairs. But in the center of the yard was a grand tree, the most beautiful tree she had ever seen and among the branches of the tree was fruit. She felt her mouth water as she stepped closer to the tree, placing her hands upon the trunk and closing her eyes. She felt the wind through her long hair as she felt her heart race in her chest. She felt as if this tree was calling to her, but that was silly, right? She frowned as she took a step back, but yet she could feel herself being pulled back in. The fruit that hung from the tree were unlike she had ever seen before. They were as big as an apple, but they were different. She titled her head slightly as she raised her hand and plucked the fruit off the tree. She stared at it in her hands for a moment before she raised her mouth and took a large bite. It was perhaps the best thing she had ever tasted; she felt her taste buds dancing in her mouth as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. The sweetness of the fruit caused her to drool as she licked the juice from her lips. “Oh wow!” She called out as she took another bite. She sat down by the trunk of the tree her back pressed up against it as she finished the fruit. “That was delicious.” She said to herself, wanting to get another piece of that fruit. She needed to ask Mrs. Freeman what kind of fruit that was, for she couldn’t get enough of it. She wondered what it tasted like in a pie, or over a nice hot stack of pancakes. It was then when she tried to get back up that she started to feel a bit dizzy. She stumbled back onto the ground, holding her head as she tried to support herself. She took a deep breath and stood up against, but was unable to stand once more. What was going on with her? She tried to gather her thoughts, but it was hard to concentrate when the world was spinning. She leaned against the trunk and closed her eyes, figuring that she just needed to rest for a moment and then she could get another piece of fruit or ask Mrs. Freeman for some medicine if the dizziness didn’t stop. But her eyelids began to grow heavy, and before she knew it, she drifted off to sleep. “What is going on?” “Poor dear, did she have some of the fruit?” “Look at her dress!” “Oh, no.” She thought she heard strange voices and tried to open her eyes, but she was too far gone, and before she knew it, everything went silent. Chapter One “Oh, Dorothy, you seriously are a trip!” One of the three ladies said as they reached Dorothy Freeman’s house. It was a small place, which is what she liked. She had been living here since her poor husband passed away from cancer five years ago. She never fancied the idea of living in a nursing home; she was way too independent for that. She always acted younger than her actual age, though she didn’t feel like being sixty-three was that old, to begin with. Most of her friends were older than her. “Weren’t you supposed to be meeting someone here?” One of the other ladies said as she looked down at her watch. “Oh dear,” Dorothy said with a shake of her head, “I forgot. There was a young lady from the college…Mary, I believe that’s her name. What time is it?” “It’s a little after 2,” Sarah said, the first lady commented. “What time was she supposed to come?” “Sometime this afternoon,” Dorothy said as she opened the door, “Oops, looks like I forgot to lock the door again.” “That’s dangerous, you know.” She shrugged her shoulders as she made her way into the kitchen and placed a few bags on the counter. “Um, Dorothy, it looks like there is someone outside,” Meredith said as she looked through the glass doors that led to the backyard. “Is that the girl?” Sarah asked as Dorothy came around and looked at the young woman that was passed out in her front yard. “You don’t think she is...?” The three of them hurried out the back door and towards the tree, where the girl was lying there. She looked like she was asleep. “What is going on?” “Poor dear, did she have some of the fruit?” “Look at her dress!” “Oh, no.” “She will be out for a while, a few weeks at least,” Dorothy said as she ran her fingers through the poor girl’s hair. “The Lotus fruit I got stays in the system for a while. Poor thing, and it looks like she had a little accident too.” Sure enough, the front of her dress was damp, and lifting it up revealed her soaked panties. “Let’s get her inside and clean her up,” Meredith said as she looked around, her short silver hair bouncing slightly, and the three of the woman helped the girl up and into the house. “You said she is going to be like this for a few weeks? We have to take good care of her then. What happens if she has any more accidents?” “I have some diapers in the spare bedroom,” Dorothy said, “kept them after my kids got older. We can put a baby diaper on her; she’s small enough to fit in them. And we’ll put a larger cloth diaper on over it so we don’t have to worry about any leaks.” “I’ll go fetch them,” Sarah said as she left the room and went into the spare room, coming back a few moments later with both a large cloth diaper and a Pampers baby diaper. The three ladies then stripped Mary of her wet dress and panties, keeping her bra on and putting a nice cloth diaper with a cute cover on. They then put her in another dress they had lying around, a bright yellow one that was a bit too short to conceal the thick diaper. “She looks like a little doll!” Sarah said as she took a brush and ran it through the girl’s hair. She opened her eyes slightly but closed them after a few moments. “She does look quite cute,” Meredith said with a giggle, and Dorothy nodded her head. “It looks like we will have to take care of her fully until she wakes up.” She said as she walked back into the kitchen to grab her phone. Dorothy managed to get in contact with Mary’s guidance counselor and told her she would be staying with her for a few weeks (thankfully it was during the summer) to help her around the house. “Don’t we need to get some stuff for your spare bedroom?” Meredith said. “We need to get some shopping done!” “Don’t go crazy now, ladies; your husbands wouldn’t approve of you spending a bunch of money. She’s not a baby doll; she’s a grown-up girl.” Dorothy said with a shake of her head. “But she’s pretty much like a baby right now,” Sarah pointed out, “she can’t do anything on her own. She needs all the help she can get. The least we can do is make her comfortable, right?” Dorothy sighed and shook her head; she did have a point there. She wanted the young lady to be comfortable and well-taken care of, and they would need a few supplies if they were going to do that. “Very well, it’s getting close to dinner time; I’m sure she is getting hungry. I’ll give you my card, and you two can head to the stores and get some things.” “This is very exciting!” Sarah said. “I’ve missed taking care of my grandchildren.” “Me too,” Meredith said, “the motherly instincts never go away.” “Here is my card,” Dorothy said as she reached into her purse and pulled out her credit card, “Don’t go too crazy, now.” “We won’t,” the two older ladies giggled as they left. Dorothy shook her head before turning her head back to Mary, who was lying down on the couch. She lifted Mary’s head and sat down on the sofa, resting Mary’s head upon her lap and running her fingers through her hair. “Don’t worry, little one; we will take good care of you!” She said in a humming tone. Mary opened her eyes for a moment, gave the older woman a questioning look, before dozing off once more. The two of them sat like that for a few hours before Meredith and Sarah returned with a few more supplies. They got some baby food, bottles, pacifiers, more diapers, even a few cute outfits, some wipes, and baby powder. “That’s a good start,” Dorothy said as she helped them start to put away the supplies. “Sarah, can you warm up a nice bottle for her while I make dinner?” Dorothy said. “I will make the food mushy, so she doesn’t have to chew.” “Oh, yay!” Sarah said happily as she grabbed the bottle and put some milk about halfway into it before rushing to the couch. She positioned herself where Dorothy was sitting earlier, bringing Mary into her arms before plopping the nipple into her mouth. Without even thinking, Mary began to suck on the bottle, her eyes glazed over as she opened them for a few minutes as she swallowed. “Oh, she’s drinking it!” Sarah said as she pulled Mary closer into her arms, and then started to pat her bottom like she used to do with her children and grandchildren when they were younger. “She’s so cute,” Sarah said with a giggle as Mary quickly finished drinking the rest of the bottle, she then lifted her slightly and patted her on the back a few times until a little burp escaped her mouth. A few minutes later, Sarah rested her hands on the front of Mary’s diaper, and it was then she noticed it was a bit warm. “Oh! It looks like someone has wet her diaper! I’ll have to change you before dinner.” She laid Mary back on the couch before she went up and got the supplies, a clean cloth diaper, some wipes, and baby powder. “Here we go, let’s get you out of that wet diaper!” Sarah cooed as she pulled the cloth diaper off of Mary and untapped the soaked Pampers. She then pulled out a handful of wipes and went to work on cleaning her up, making sure her private parts were spotless before diapering her up once more, of course with lots of baby powder as well. “All nice and clean,” Sarah said as she wrapped up the wet cloth diaper and went to put it in a hamper. “Dinner is ready!” Dorothy called. “Perfect timing!” Sarah said as she and Meredith helped the girl up and into a chair. She was slumping a little bit, almost as if she was going to fall, so the three ladies strapped her in place with a belt around her stomach and the chair. She wasn’t exactly in a coma, but she was still limp and unresponsive, almost as if she was in a trance. Unable to speak or do much of anything. But, the ladies were gentle with their words and hands as they gathered up the food to help feed the poor girl as she sat there and waited. Chapter Two “I’ve made some mashed potatoes, I also have some apple sauce, and I blended up some meat and veggies together,” Dorothy said as she began to set the bowls on the table in front of the little girl. The other two ladies were rushing around the kitchen, Sarah getting something from the fridge and Meredith starting to clean up a little bit. Dorothy pulled out a chair and sat directly across from Mary, dipping the spoon into some food. “Alright, here we go,” she said as she used her free hand to help lift Mary’s head before she placed the spoon by her mouth, letting it slide in carefully between her lips as the young lady swallowed it. Her eyes lit up a little bit as she stuck out her tongue. “Looks like someone enjoyed it!” Meredith said as she pinched the girl’s cheek softly as Dorothy went for another spoon full. Mary’s mouth opened slightly more this time as Dorothy fed her, a slight smile grew on her face as she continued to eat up. “Is that good?” Dorothy cooed as the young woman kept on eating, looking as if she enjoyed what she was being fed. She even started drooling a little, with a bit of apple sauce trickling out of her lips and onto her chin. “Oh, my goodness!” Dorothy took a napkin and dabbed away the drool from Mary’s face. “I think after this, someone is going to need a bath!” “Ooh, I can start the bath!” Meredith said with a giggle. “Meredith, we can’t stay here all night,” Sarah said with a sigh, placing a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “We have husbands and homes we need to get back too.” Meredith pouted. “Aww, you take the fun out of everything, Sarah!” “Don’t worry, girls,” Dorothy said, comforting her friend, “she isn’t going anywhere for a few weeks. You’ll see her again soon.” “Yeah, we can come back tomorrow afternoon to visit the little lady,” Sarah reassured Meredith. “But I’m sure Dorothy has everything taken care of for now.” “I suppose you’re right. It is getting late. Simon is going to wonder where I am.” Meredith said with a sigh. “At least yours will wonder, Howard will probably be asleep in his chair watching TV!” The three older ladies laughed for a moment before saying their goodbyes, with both Sarah and Meredith kissing Mary on the cheek. Dorothy walked them out to the door (having to stop Meredith from staying the night practically) before walking back into the kitchen. “What an eventful day for you,” she said as she placed the bowls into the sink. “No reason for you to be scared or worried, dear. The lotus fruit tends to have that effect on people. I usually warn people not to eat the fruit raw, but I must have forgotten to lock the front door. I’m sorry.” Dorothy took a napkin and wiped Mary’s face. “Don’t worry, though; we will take good care of you until this is out of your system. In the meantime, I think a nice warm bath and some PJ’s will make you feel better!” Thankfully both Dorothy was pretty active for her age, and the 22-year-old was petite, so it wasn’t that difficult for Dorothy to hoist her up and lay her down on the couch as she made her way into the bathroom to turn on the water. She held her hand beneath the water until it was warm enough; she then went back out to the couch and helped Mary get fully undressed, before carrying her and placing her gently in the water. “Doesn’t that feel nice?” Dorothy asked as she scooped up some warm water and poured it down Mary’s front, who smiled and moved her head slightly in what might have been a nod. It looked like she was at least a little more aware of her surroundings, but was still out of it for the most part. Dorothy grabbed some shampoo and started to wash the girl’s hair, calmly talking to her as she did so. “Let’s get you all nice and clean, you were outside in the sun for who knows how long! You must be pretty tired after such a busy day, huh? I have a nice bed that is calling your name!” Dorothy finished washing her hair and body before lifting her out of the tub and wrapping her with a towel. She then lifted her into the spare bedroom, where she lied her down. She then made sure to diaper her up once more, before grabbing a light pink t-shirt and some shorts to put on over her. “There we go! You look comfy!” Dorothy said. Mary let out a small yawn, her arms wiggling feebly in an attempt to stretch; she looked like she was having a difficult time keeping her eyes open. “Here we go,” Dorothy said as she tucked the girl into the bed, kissing her on the forehead, “Get some sleep, okay? Goodnight.” Dorothy turned off the lights before heading out of the room, making sure to keep the door opened ajar in case she was needed. She stood at the entrance for a few moments before she snuck back into the kitchen to pick up a little bit before she decided to relax for a little while. Once she was finished, Dorothy took a shower, put on her nightclothes, and watched a bit of TV before she headed to check up on Mary before she went to bed. She was out like a light, spread across the bed, breathing heavily. Dorothy smiled before closing the door and going into her room. The next morning Dorothy woke up early, sneaking a peak on Mary before she started a pot of coffee. About twenty minutes later (after she had her first cup), she walked into Mary’s room and sat on the bed, brushing the hair out of the young girl’s face. “Good morning, sweetie.” She said as she pulled back the covers, it was then she noticed that Mary had an accident in the middle of the night, she leaked through the cloth diaper and all over the sheets. The young girl’s eyes were slightly open, and her cheeks were red. “Poor girl! You had a big accident! It’s okay though; we will get it all cleaned up, don’t you worry!” With that, the older woman pulled down the shorts and pulled the diaper off the young girl, before grabbing some wipes and cleaning her bottom and legs. She then picked her up and placed her on the couch so she could put another cloth diaper on her. “There, that is much better!” Dorothy cooed over the young girl, pinching her cheeks. “Here let me put on some cartoons for you while I make some breakfast.” She turned on the TV to some Saturday morning cartoons before heading to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast. She warmed up a bottle of milk for Mary as well as some homemade oatmeal she made a few days earlier. Once she was finished, she walked over to the couch with the bottle of milk. “Here we go, baby,” she said as she pulled Mary into her lap and held her close, before plopping the bottle into her mouth. Dorothy smiled softly as the young lady in her arms drank the warm milk like it was second nature. Once she was finished, Dorothy patted her on the back a few times to make sure there were no bubbles in her stomach. “There we go! Now let’s go get some yummy oatmeal,” She said as she helped Mary up and placed her on the kitchen chair, making sure to loop the belt around her to hold her up. “Too bad we don’t have a big high chair for you.” “Now open wide!” Dorothy said as she dipped the spoon into the oatmeal and brought it up to Mary’s lips. As if sensing that food was near her, Mary’s mouth opened eagerly, letting the spoon in. “Is that yummy in your tummy?” Dorothy said as she tickled Mary under the arm, causing Mary to giggle and wiggle in her seat, before going for another spoonful. A few minutes into breakfast, and Mary’s mouth had a bit of mushy oatmeal smeared on it from her drooling. Dorothy giggled at the sight, marveling at how much the young, barely conscious woman in front of her was like a little baby. “We’re going to need to get a bib for you at this rate, aren’t we, honey?” She cooed at her charge. Dorothy finished feeding the young girl before cleaning her face turning around to do dishes. A few minutes later a stench filled up the room, Dorothy wrinkled her nose as she turned around. Mary’s head hung down, her unfocused eyes were pointed at the floor and her cheeks were slightly red. “Oh, no! Did someone have a stinky little mess in their diaper?” Dorothy asked as she rushed over to Mary’s side. “Looks like someone needs a big diaper change!” Chapter Three Dorothy swooped down to pick Mary out of the chair, whose cheeks were a bright rosy red. The smell from Mary’s diaper filled the air, and Dorothy wrinkled her nose as she held the young lady close to her body. “Such a stinky little girl you are!” Dorothy said with a slight giggle as she started to head for the spare bedroom. “Don’t you worry, though, love. I’ll get you cleaned up in no time!” She laid Mary down on the bed, who had her face turned away. Dorothy grabbed some wipes, a new diaper, and cover, as well as a blanket to lie underneath Mary in case anything was leaking out. Dorothy pulled up the dress that Mary was wearing and pulled off the diaper cover, which seemed to get a little bit of the mess on it. The edges of the cloth diaper was a mess, and she figured that she would have to give the young girl another bath to make sure that she was all clean. She undid the cloth diaper slowly, helping Mary rest her knees up, so it was a better position for her to clean her. She lowered the diaper to reveal the giant mess that was awaiting her. Dorothy shook her head as she saw Mary’s cheek turn even redder if that was even possible. “Poor girl, you’re probably so uncomfortable! Don’t you worry; Mrs. Dorothy will get you all nice and clean!” She wiped off as much as she could with the cloth diaper itself, before grabbing a handful of wipes and starting to clean the young girl off. Dorothy hummed while she cleaned, hoping to comfort the young girl who was not enjoying herself. “It’s okay, honey. Just a little bit longer,” Dorothy stated as she placed the used wipes inside the cloth diaper as she grabbed a handful more and continued to wipe her down, lifting her legs in the air so she could get beneath. “There we go. I think I got everything.” Dorothy said as she let Mary’s legs go, so they were now hanging off the edge of the bed. “I think a nice warm bath will do you good, though. I will be right back.” She leaned forward and pinched the young girl’s cheek before grabbing the used diaper. She turned on the faucet in the bathtub before dumping out the contents of the diaper into the toilet and flushing it. She then went into the laundry room and threw the cloth diaper into the washer, knowing she needed to start a wash load anyway. She made her way back into the bedroom and helped Mary out of the dress. Then carried her into the bathroom. Setting her down in the tub as the warm water rushed over her body. Dorothy cleaned her up before taking her out, wrapping a towel around her body and taking her back into the bedroom. She then diapered her again and put on another dress. Afterward, she picked her up and led her into the living room and turning on the TV. “Just rest for a little bit, I’ll cut up some fruit for you!” Dorothy said when suddenly, the doorbell rang. Dorothy rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head, knowing that it could only be Sarah or Meredith (or both of them) behind the door at this time in the morning. “Coming!” She called as she made her way across the living room and to the front door. “I tried to come sooner!” Meredith said with a sigh as Dorothy opened up the door. “But Simon, for some reason, forgot how to make his breakfast.” “He just likes your company,” Sarah pointed out. “I wish he would like it a little bit less,” Meredith said with a grumble under her breath, “and you wouldn’t answer your phone! I almost left without her.” “I was busy baking.” “Ladies, ladies,” Dorothy said with a small laugh, “come on in, I was just about to cut up some fruit and make some tea.” “How is the young girl? Mary? Is she awake yet?” Meredith said as she rushed into the house, almost pushing Dorothy aside. “Yes, she is watching TV. We just had breakfast.” Meredith shot Dorothy a look before she lunged for the living room, sitting down next to the young girl, snuggling up next to her and chatting away. “I swear, Meredith is like a kid herself,” Sarah said with a shake of her head. “Well, I can’t blame her,” Dorothy remarked as the two ladies made their way into the kitchen as Meredith sat on the couch with Mary. “I’ll make the tea, and you cut up the fruit,” Sarah said, and Dorothy agreed, opening the fridge and pulling out a couple of apples, a peach, some strawberries, and some leftover watermelon. She began to cut up the fruit in small pieces when Meredith came into the kitchen. “She is so cute.” “Indeed she is,” Dorothy said as she flashed her smile “Do you mind getting her? Her snack is ready.” “Of course!” Meredith said happily as she swooped back into the living room to gather up Mary. Sarah and Dorothy threw each other a glance, shaking their heads before continuing to get some cups of tea and place the fruit in on a small plate. Meredith returned a few moments later, placing Mary down in her seat, helping tie her up, so she didn’t fall over. “There we go, little girl! It would be easier if we had a high chair that was more your size.” “Sadly, we don’t have the kind of money to afford that. But that should work well enough.” Sarah pointed out. Dorothy set the plate of fruit in front of Mary, and Meredith immediately took a piece, which were cut small enough so Mary wouldn’t choke, and held it up to the young lady’s mouth. Her lips opened slightly, allowing the fruit to be plopped into her mouth. “Tea, dear?” Sarah asked Meredith as she held up a cup for her. Meredith tore her eyes from Mary and nodded her head, sitting down beside the other two ladies, sipping her tea. “So, what are the plans for the day?” Meredith said as she took a sip of the tea. “I’m not quite sure,” Replies Dorothy with a shrug of her shoulders, keeping an eye out for Mary as she continued to eat the fruit, the juices from it running down her chin. “We should go for a walk,” Sarah said, her blue eyes twinkling, “It’s such a nice day out.” “Oh! That sounds wonderful! I actually have one of my grandchildren’s old stroller! Mary is pretty small; I bet she could still fit in it!” Meredith said with a clap of her hands. “That sounds like a nice idea,” Dorothy said, “it would be nice to get out of the house.” “I’ll go and grab it,” Meredith said as she sat her cup of tea down and walked over to Mary, pinching her slightly on the cheek before waving to the other gals. “I’ll be right back.” “Okay,” the two of them say together as they hear Meredith leave. It was only about ten minutes later before Meredith return with a stroller. She was right; the stroller was on the larger size for kids that were a bit older when you took them to amusement parks, and they started to get tired after walking a long distance. It seemed like it would be the perfect size for Mary, who was rather petite for her age. “Before we go, I need to clean up Mary,” Dorothy said, but of course, Meredith was right by her side before she could even stand up. “I’ll do it!” She said, but before she picked up the young girl, she placed her nose close to her bottom. “Looks like someone needs a diaper change too!” Meredith picks her up and takes her into the spare bedroom, while Dorothy and Sarah were waiting for her in the living room. A few minutes later, she walks back out with Mary, placing her in the stroller. “Let me grab a bottle of juice, just in case,” Dorothy said as she walked back into the kitchen, grabbing a small bag, putting a bottle with juice in it, some wipes, powder, and even a cloth diaper just in case. “Okay, let’s all go!” Sarah said as they opened the door and pushed the stroller outside. Chapter Four "It is such a beautiful day out!" Sarah said with a stretch as they walked outside, and she was right. The sun was just over the horizon since it was still pretty early. It was also a rather cloudless day; the news said there wasn't much chance of rain today, which was nice. "It sure is!" Meredith said as she pulled out a pacifier she had in her pocket and stuck it in the young girl's mouth. "Here you go, sweetie!" Mary looked at her with a puzzled glance, as if she was unsure, but as she began to suckle on the pacifier, her body began to relax into the seat as the three older ladies began to push her down the sidewalk. It was a quiet walk around the neighborhood. The one they lived in wasn't that large, the houses looked similar but painted different colors. There was a small park up down the road that grandparents would bring their grandchildren who visited, but currently, the park was empty. They passed a few people along their way, some waved to them, while a few of them stopped to chat for a few minutes. Of course, they were all curious about Mary and they took an instant liking to her. About half an hour later of them walking around, they stopped at the park so they could rest, plopping the bottle in the young girl's mouth as she drank it down. The three then settled beside her, taking a sip from a large bottle of water. "My doctor said I needed to get some exercise in," Sarah said as she wiped her brow, even though it was a beautiful day out, and it wasn't so hot, still caused sweat to walk for so long, "I guess this will count." The three ladies giggled a bit as they walked as Mary finished her bottle. "Good job!" Meredith said as she patted the young girl on her cheek before sticking the pacifier back into her mouth, which she instantly started to suckle, her cheeks slightly red from the praise. "Should we head back?" Sarah asked as the other ladies, but neither of them said anything for a moment. "I'm sort of enjoying it out here," Dorothy admitted, closing her eyes. "I agree, it's such a lovely day, let's stay out for a bit longer." Sarah nodded her head, and the three of them sat in silence for about another fifteen minutes before they got up. "I guess we should head back and start making lunch." Dorothy said with a small stretch as the other two nodded. It was about another half an hour before they made it back to the house. Sarah, this time, managed to get to Mary first, picking her up and placing her back on the couch, turning the TV on to some cartoons, before sitting down next to her. Meredith pouted, crossing her arms over her chest with a huff. Dorothy wrapped her arm around Meredith and pulled her into the kitchen. "Come and help me, Meredith. Let Sarah have a turn." "But," Meredith started to say but sighed with defeat as she followed Dorothy in the kitchen. The two of them started on lunch, Meredith prepared a salad, while Dorothy began to on the soup. Once everything was finished, they strapped Mary back in her seat and took turns feeding the young girl; they also had a bottle of milk for her as well. When lunch was over, Meredith laid the young girl in her bed for nap time. "We probably should be getting home," Sarah said, in which Meredith shot her a glare. "What do you mean, we?" "We can't spend here all day! We have stuff we need to take care of at home." Sarah reminded her. Meredith groaned. "But I want to stay here!" "She is sleeping, Meredith!" Dorothy said. "How about I'll ring you guys when she wakes up?" "Ugh, fine," Meredith said as she flung up her hands. "If you insist." Meredith and Sarah waved Dorothy goodbye as they left. Dorothy walked into the guest bedroom to find that Mary was already passed out, probably would be asleep for the next few hours, she smiled. Ever since her husband passed away, she had to admit she was rather lonely, but this made her feel almost complete once again. Dorothy hums to herself as she cleans up the mess in the kitchen when it's all over; she gets herself a cup of coffee and settles on the couch to watch some TV for a little bit, but about twenty minutes later, she was passed out. Dorothy woke up a little bit later, to the sound of Jeopardy playing in the background. She let out a long stretch as she got up, checking up on Mary, who was awake but rolled on her side, mumbling to herself, playing with her fingers. Dorothy watched her for a few moments, wondering how aware the young girl was of her surroundings. She was always in a constant daze, but she never looked upset or scared; she seemed rather content with being cared for by the three older ladies. "Did you have a nice nap, Mary, dear?" Dorothy asked as she swooped down and checked the diaper that was between Mary's legs, feeling the wetness through it. "Uh, oh! Someone needs a diaper change!" Mary giggled as she wiggled about as Dorothy started working on changing the young girl's wet diaper. When she was all cleaned up, Dorothy and Mary snuggled up on the couch to watch some cartoons for a little bit, before Dorothy decided it was probably about time to call her two friends over. She knew that Meredith was probably pacing back and forth, wondering when Dorothy was going to tell them that Mary had wakened up. "It was about the time that you called! I was about to come over there!" Meredith puffed on the other line. "Calm down," Dorothy said with a shake of her head, "she's only been up for about thirty minutes. I even called you before I gave her a bottle so you could give her one." "Oh," that stopped Meredith in her tracks, "Okay! I'll be over in 10 minutes." Dorothy then called Sarah to tell her she was free to come over as well, but she said she had some company over and wouldn't be there till later in the evening. It wasn't too much longer than Meredith was knocking on the door. "I'm here!" She said with a long sigh. "It was hard to get away; I swear my husband sometimes." "Be thankful you still have him," Dorothy reminded Meredith, who gave a small frown. "You're right. I'm sorry." She said. "Now, where is Mary?" "She is watching TV, I have the bottle all ready for you, and I'm going to start preparing dinner." "Okay!" Meredith beamed as she went into the kitchen, grabbed the bottle, and rushed over to the couch. Dorothy watched them for a few moments before she headed back into the kitchen and started to prepare dinner. Meredith snuggled with Mary for a few moments before she began to feed her the bottle, brushing her hair back with her hand as she did so. It wasn't too much longer when Dorothy heard Meredith let out a gasp. "Oh, boy! It looks like someone filled up her diaper with a stinky mess!" Then let out a giggle. Dorothy walked over to see Mary sitting on the couch right next to Meredith; her cheeks were bright red as she looked down. "Does someone need a change?" "I think so!" Meredith said as she reached over and pinched the young girls' cheeks. "Someone has a little stinky bottom, huh? But that's okay! Because Nana Meredith is going to clean you all up!" Dorothy shook her head. "You can change her in the spare bedroom when you're finished; dinner should be ready." Meredith nodded eagerly as she scooped the young girl in her arms and brought her into the spare bedroom, carefully laying her on the bed. Mary wiggled around a little bit; the dirty diaper was probably bothering the young girl. Meredith carefully lifted her legs as she undid the cloth diaper, revealing the mess that Mary had created. "Awww such a big mess for a little girl!" Meredith cooed. "Don't you worry! I'll have you cleaned up, and then we will have dinner! Doesn't that sound like a good plan?" Mary's cheeks were bright red as she turned her face from Meredith, who grabbed a handful of wipes and began to clean up her messy bottom. "I know this is cold, baby," Meredith said, "I'm going as fast as I can so we can get some food in your belly!" Meredith grabbed a few more wipes to make sure there the young girl was all clean; after all, she didn't want her to get a rash. Once she made sure that she was all wiped down, she pulled the dirty diaper off to the side and then slid a clean one under the young girl. "Before, I do that, though..." Meredith said as she lowered her head down and blew a big raspberry on the girl's stomach. Mary let out a hearty laugh as she started to wiggle around before Meredith did it once more. Meredith gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before putting some baby powder on her before pinning the diaper in place. "There we go! Now we are all nice and clean! Now let's fill our tummy with some good food!" Meredith leaned down and picked the girl back in her arms, happy that the girl was rather small for her age, though Meredith was also still in pretty good shape despite her age. "Now, let's see with Dorothy is cooking for dinner! She's a pretty good cook, you know," Meredith beamed as she headed out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen. "Something smells delicious!" Meredith replied as she placed the young girl in the seat and strapped her in so she wouldn't fall. "Come and give me a hand," Dorothy said with a laugh as Meredith reached her side and grabbed the young girls' plate from Dorothy. "I want to feed her!" "Of course you do!" The two women laughed as Meredith pulled up a chair next to Mary. Chapter Five They piled some spaghetti on the plate and cut it in little pieces. Meredith positioned herself as she scooped some of the spaghetti onto a spoon and turned to Mary, who had a large bib wrapped around her neck. “Open wide for the choo choo train!” Meredith said as she swung the spoon side from the side as she made her way to the little girl’s mouth. Mary’s cheeks grew a rose-red as her mouth opened slightly as the food slid right in. Meredith wiped away the girl’s chin with the spoon as she cooed at her. “Aw, isn’t that so yummy in your tummy? I could just eat you up!” A moment later, there was a knock on the door. “That must be Sarah!” Dorothy said as she flew from the kitchen and into the living room to open the door. “Sorry I’m late. My company would not leave!” Sarah said with a huff and a shake of her head. “Something smells good.” “Dinner time,” Dorothy said as the two of them made their way back into the kitchen. “Hello Sarah, you finally joined us,” Meredith said with a small smirk as she turned her attention back to Mary. Meredith swooped with another spoon full. “And here we go again! Open up wide for me!” Mary opened her mouth again with a small giggle as Meredith filled her mouth with more food. “Looks like we found out one of her favorite foods,” Sarah said with a giggle as she and Dorothy watched Meredith feed Mary. It didn’t take much longer before the young girl had eaten everything on her plate. “Looks like she loved it!” Meredith commented as she took the bib and began to wipe off the girl’s face. “Look at you all nice and clean!” Meredith said as she pinched her cheeks, which turned a soft shade of pink. “I think it’s time for some dessert!” “Dessert?” Sarah asked as she turned her attention over to Dorothy. “I have some pudding.” She replied as she opened the fridge and reached inside. “I need to go grocery shopping soon, though.” “Excellent,” Meredith said as she took the vanilla pudding from Dorothy and opened it up, scooping the spoon into it and pulling it out. “Time to open wide for the plane! It needs to land!” Meredith cooed as she made swishing noises as she began to feed Mary the pudding. “How much longer will she be like this?” Sarah asked Dorothy almost in a sad tone. “Probably a few more days before it starts to wear off.” “Poor Meredith, she is going to be so sad.” “Yeah, I know,” Dorothy said with a sigh, running her fingers through her curly hair, which once was a vibrant red, but now was dull reddish silver. She had been thinking about dying it, though. “All done! Good job! You ate it all!” Meredith said as she kissed Mary on the forehead. “It’s time to go, Meredith.” Meredith turned her head and stared at Sarah, who was hovering over her. “Don’t give me that look! You know that it is!” “Ugh, but I wanted to give her a bath and feed her a bottle,” Meredith said as she turned and tickled Mary underneath the armpit, who giggled and wiggled about. “Come on,” Sarah said, pulling on her friend’s arm, “we can’t keep staying here forever.” Dorothy shook her head. “Meredith, you’re welcome to come back tomorrow.” Meredith sighed. “Why can’t I take her over to my house?” “Your husband would flip!” Sarah told her, and Meredith knew that she was right. Her husband was rather needy, and it was probably hard enough on him for Meredith to continually be over here rather than at home with him. “Ugh,” Meredith crossed her arms like a teenager who wasn’t getting her way. “Come on, Meredith,” Sarah begged, “we will come back another time, okay?” Meredith let out a long sigh. “Fine.” Dorothy walked the two women out the door before she made her way back to Mary, who was still sitting in her chair. “You’ve had a long day!” She said as she started to pull her out of the chair. “I think a nice warm bath, a bottle, and some TV sounds like a good idea before we put you to bed! How does that sound! Tomorrow we have church, and I found the cutest dress for you!” Mary giggled as Dorothy carried her into the bathroom and sat her down on the toilet as she filled up the bathtub. “Do you want some bubbles?” Dorothy asked as she poured somebody washed into the tub and mixed it around. She then helped the young girl out of her clothes and diaper (that was a little wet) and placed her in the tub, letting the warm water run over her body before turning it off. “I have to go make a quick phone call, I’ll be right back.” Dorothy said as she got up and left the room. A few minutes later, she returned to wash her long hair and her body, before helping her out of the bathtub. “Wasn’t that nice? Let’s get you in some comfy clothes!” Dorothy giggled as she dried off the young girl before caring for her into her room. She put on a cute, clean cloth diaper and them a pajama shirt, but no bottoms since it was going to be a little warm tonight. Once she was all dressed, Dorothy carried her to the couch where she warmed up a bottle, pulling her close in her arms and feeding her as she put some cartoons on. “What a nice day today has been,” Dorothy said, “I’m going to admit, I’m going to be a little sad once you’re back to your normal self. I wonder if you’ll even remember any of this.” She ran her fingers through the girl’s hair as she suckled on the bottle. Once she was finished with the bottle, Dorothy gave the girl a few pats on the back. “Now your tummy is all nice and full!” Dorothy said as she poked the girl’s tummy as she laughed and wiggled around. “Okay, let’s watch some TV for a little while before it’s time to get tucked in! I’ll even read you a nice bedtime story.” Dorothy pulled the girl closer to you as they rested on the couch for about an hour watching TV before Dorothy turned it off. “Time to tuck you in,” Dorothy whispered as she picked up the young girl in her arms and carried her to the bedroom. She laid her down in the bed and tucked her in before sitting beside her. She then pulled out a book she used to read to her grandchildren every night. “How about a little bedtime story?” Dorothy asked, picking up a paci and plopping it in the young girls mouth. Mary’s cheeks flushed, but she nurtured and curled up in a ball, closing her eyes as Dorothy opened the book and began to read. The two of them laid there for a good twenty minutes as Dorothy read the story, Mary snuggled up, suckling on her pacifier. When the story was finished, Dorothy leaned forward and kissed the young girl on the cheek, wiping her hair from her face. “Goodnight, Mary.” She whispered as she left the room, only leaving the door a crack. Chapter Six The following morning Dorothy walked into Mary’s room and stirred her awake. The young girls let out a lawn yawn and giggle as Dorothy changed her wet cloth diaper from the night before. Dorothy was beginning to wonder if Mary was starting to lose a bit of control of her bladder and bowels, maybe the lotus plant had something to do with it. She wiped her bottom clean before putting a fresh cloth diaper with a pink cover over it. “Let’s get some breakfast in you, and then we have to get dressed!” Dorothy said as she picked her up and placed her in the kitchen, strapping her to her seat. “Let’s have some oatmeal!” Dorothy said as she pulled some out of the fridge, putting it in a small bowl and placing it in the microwave. After Dorothy finished feeding Mary, she sat on the couch with her for a few minutes to feed her a quick bottle. “Let me finish getting dressed, and then we will get you ready!” Dorothy said as she laid her on the couch and left the room to get ready her, putting on some cartoons for Mary to watch on the couch. About twenty minutes later, Dorothy returned wearing a simple blue dress with black markings all over it. She curled her hair and put on her makeup. She held up a cute white dress with pink lace on it. “Look at this! My granddaughter used to wear this when she was younger; I think it should still fit you since you’re pretty small.” Mary’s eyes went wide as Dorothy helped her get dressed, slipping the stress over the young girl’s head and arms. The dress did fit her quite correctly. If anything, it was perhaps on the shorter side, so it wouldn’t take much for her diaper to be on full display for everyone. “You look so adorable!” Dorothy comes as she started to brush Mary’s long hair, putting it in two braids with a bow at the bottom of each one. “Let me go get my camera!” Dorothy said as she got off the couch and ran into her room, returning a few minutes later to take about a half of dozen pictures of Mary. “Oh, we need to hurry! I’m sure Meredith and Sarah are anxious to see you!” Dorothy said as she got the large stroller out and placed Mary inside it. She also grabbed a small backpack and filled it with a bib, extra cloth diapers, wipes, a bottle, and a pacifier. “I think we are already!” Dorothy said she grabbed her purse and walked out the door. The walk to the small church at the edge of town was about fifteen minutes. Most of the elderly folk in the community could walk to it, but there were a few who would still drive down the road. Dorothy knew that Meredith and Sarah would be with their husbands so wouldn’t be going over to her house and would be waiting at the church, eager to see little Mary in her cute outfit. “Dorothy!” She heard a familiar call as Dorothy turned her head to see Meredith walking down the sidewalk. “Meredith!” Dorothy giggled as her friend walked over to her, bending down to check out Mary. “Oh my! You look so adorable!” Meredith said as she pinched the young girl’s cheeks, which instantly turned red. “Good morning, Meredith,” Dorothy said as Meredith turned her attention to her friend. “Good morning,” she turned back and sighed, “my husband is signaling me that it’s time to go in.” “Let’s go, then,” Dorothy said, and the two girls started to walk towards the church. A few more ladies began to stop Dorothy and talk to Mary and ask about her, even a few of the older gentleman wanting to dote over her as well. It wasn’t long, though, before everyone had to rush into the church and gather into their seats. Dorothy sat on the outside pew, pulling the stroller up next to her, plopping a paci in the young girl’s mouth before the service started. Both Meredith and Sarah talked their husbands into sitting near Mary, having a difficult time not reaching over and loving on her. About halfway through the service, though, Dorothy reaches beneath Mary’s dress to feel it slightly damp. “Someone needs a change,” she whispered as she tried to sneak out of the service and into the bathrooms, though there were many glances her way. Even though the general population that went to the church was older folks, thankfully, the woman’s bathroom still contained a changing table. Luckily the young girl was small enough to fit on the changing table, only her legs hung off the edge, but she was light enough not to break it. “Here we go!” Dorothy said as she lifted the young girls dress and pulled off the diaper cover when the strong smell hit her nose, and Dorothy realized the young girl also dirtied her diaper. “Aww! Don’t worry; we will get you cleaned up!” Dorothy said as she pulled down the cloth diaper and began to pull out a bunch of wipes, holding the girl's legs in the air as she was cleaned up. “There we go! All nice and clean!” Dorothy replied as she cleaned out the cloth diaper as much as she could in the toilet, before wrapping it in a few plastic bags before sticking it back in the diaper bag. She then grabbed a clean, fresh cloth diaper and placed it under the young girl, but before pinning it up, she sprinkled some baby powder first. She pinned up the cloth diaper and slipped on the diaper cover before placing her back in the stroller and getting back to her seat. The rest of the service was uneventful for little Mary. Every once in awhile, Dorothy would pat her on the head and check her diaper. During the middle of the service, she plopped a bottle in her mouth, and Mary suckled on it quietly. “She was so good!” An older lady that was sitting in front of them stated when service was over. “Yes, I never heard a peep!” “I wanted to change her!” Meredith groaned as she bent next to Mary, who was dozing off. “Meredith,” Sarah said, giving her friend a gentle nudge. “How about we all have lunch together?” “Ohh!!” Meredith’s eyes lit up! “Yes, yes! Oh, please!” Dorothy giggled and nodded her head. “That sounds lovely.” “We can go to my house!” Meredith said but stopped as she turned to look at her husband, who gave his wife a distinct look and nodded his head. It was obvious he loved his wife dearly even with her quirks. “Yes!” “That’s fine with me,” Dorothy said, and then a group of them was on their way to Meredith’s house. Her house was about the same size as Dorothy, but based on her personality, it was just as quirky as she was. Little knick knacks everywhere and pictures of her children and grandchildren all over the wall (of course). “I already was making some stew,” Meredith said when they entered the house, the smell filled the air, “it shouldn’t take much longer.” “I’ll help you,” Dorothy said as she helped Mary out of the stroller, “I’m just going to lay Mary down for a little nap.” “You can use the spare room,” Meredith told her. Dorothy walked into the hallway and found the spare bedroom, lying Mary down in the bed and tucking her in. She kissed the young girl on the head before leaving the room. Dorothy then went in the kitchen and helped Meredith make the stew, the ladies gathered around and chatted as the men sat in the living room and turned on a football game (though of course, some fell asleep). When lunch was ready, Dorothy went in and woke up Mary. She then carried her into the dining room. All the ladies wanted a chance to meet with her and, of course, feed her. She was the center of attention for the rest of the evening. When it was all done, and over, Sarah and Meredith walked with Dorothy to her house, helping change Mary and played with her for a bit before she went home. Dorothy was starting to feel a bit sad, knowing that the time with Mary was almost up. Chapter Seven The next week happened in a blink of an eye. Nothing changed as much. The days became almost a ritual. Dorothy would wake up, get dressed, have a cup of coffee or tea before she would wake up Mary, change her diaper, and then feed her. It was often in the afternoon that Meredith and Sarah would come over to help out with lunch, or go on a walk with the three of them. After lunch, they would put Mary down for a nap, and at times Sarah and Meredith would have to return home. Sometimes they would return later in the evening to help out as well. Even though the days went by, typically with nothing dramatic happening, it lit up the three older ladies’ world. They had a fun time dressing Mary in cute clothing, taking pictures, doting on her, taking care of her. They loved every moment of it. Sometimes even a few other ladies would come over to meet with the young girl and take care of her. It’s the most exciting thing to have happened in the community in years. “I’m going to be sad when she has to go,” Meredith said one day as she sat on the couch, feeding Mary a bottle, running her fingers through her hair. “I know,” Dorothy said. “We all are.” “But we knew it was only temporary,” Sarah stated. “But, what if we give her more fruit from the lotus…” “We can’t do that; you know that,” Dorothy interjected her, “It’s been a fun few weeks, but we can’t keep her forever.” Meredith sighed. “Yeah, I know.” “It’ll be okay,” Sarah said, placing a hand on Meredith’s shoulder to comfort her. “We have each other,” Dorothy said, “and you have your husbands. We will be just fine. Plus, we have our memories still.” “Sometimes,” Sarah said, “I can barely remember what I had for breakfast.” The three ladies laughed. Once Mary was finished with the bottle, Meredith patted her back to make sure there were no bubbles before taking her into the spare bedroom to change her diaper, while Dorothy and Sarah went into the kitchen to fix dinner. It was one of those rare days that the three of them got to spend the entire day together. Sarah and Meredith’s husbands were becoming more understanding since they knew their time was limited. They even decided to spend the night at her house one night, giving Mary a nice bubble bath before bed, and taking turns reading her a story. When Mary was asleep in bed, Dorothy pulled out the couch into a bed for Meredith and Sarah to sleep on. They wanted to spend as much time together as they could with Mary. She began to seem to ‘wake’ up, so to speak, talking a bit, her eyes opening more and more aware of her surroundings. Soon there time together would come to an end, but in the meantime, they would enjoy the time they had together. “We will never forget you,” Dorothy whispered to Mary one night before she tucked her into bed. “Though I hope you won’t forget us either.” She then kissed her on the forehead and started to leave the room. But, before she closed the door, she looked back and watched Mary for a moment, before slipping out of the room and shutting the door. When she opened her eyes, the sun was shining bright, and she had a killer headache. She placed her hand on her forehead, trying to focus on the world around her. She lifted her head and stared at surroundings she didn’t recognize. Where was she? What was she doing here? She tried to recall lost memories, but the only thing she could remember was walking into Mrs. Freeman’s house looking for her. Was this it? Did she end up passing out in her bedroom? She shifted her weight; it was then she felt something odd about herself. She pulled the covers off and noticed she was wearing a thick cloth diaper. “What?!” She sad a bit too loudly; it was then the door opened. “Mary!” Mrs. Freeman said as she entered the room. Mary stood there, startled, not sure what to say or think, she just sat there staring at the woman. “Don’t be frightened,” Mrs. Freeman said in a calming voice. “You ate the fruit of my Lotus free and was out it for a few weeks. Me and a few friends have been taking care of you since then.” Mary looked down at the thick cloth diaper, it vaguely felt familiar and comfortable, but she was still in shock. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t find any words to say. “I’ll call for a ride for you,” she said as she left the room, leaving Mary there alone. About fifteen minutes later, she returned, but with two other ladies. “Oh, she woke up!” One of the women said, in an almost sad tone. “We will answer any questions you have and tell you everything.” Mrs. Freeman said as they helped her out of bed and into the living room, she was still wearing the diaper. Mary didn’t speak much, and she just listened quietly as the three women spoke and informed about what had happened in the past few weeks. “Your car should be coming soon, let’s get you ready to go.” Mrs. Freeman said as she led her to her room. Mary thought she was going to allow her to get dressed in her regular clothes, but she was surprised when the three ladies pushed her on the bed. “Looks like someone wet their diaper!” “We can’t let you leave with a wet diaper on! You’ll get a rash.” “Sarah, can you get me that one dress? We can put her in that.” “Got it, be right back.” “Let me put the diaper back on her! This is our last time after all.” Another one of the women said, before the one who left returned soon with a dress in her hand. What was going on? Mary couldn’t quite understand what was happening. It was all happening way too fast. Mary tried to struggle a bit but felt a sensation overcome her as she held up her legs as the ladies wiped her bottom and put another cloth diaper on her. She wanted to scream what was going on, she tried to freak out, but her body was calm and poised as if it was used to this type of situation. “There we go! You’re all nice and clean!” Mrs. Freeman said as she slipped on a blue dress that went down to Mary’s knees. The three ladies then walked her to the door where her cab was waiting. They all hugged her tightly, kissing and pinching her on the cheek. “Don’t forget about us now!” One of them said with tears in her eyes. “Um, thanks, I think?” Mary said, still not sure how she felt about the situation, her head was still dizzy, and she felt pretty tired. “No need to thank us,” Mrs. Freeman said as she opened the door for her, but before Mary could walk outside, she felt something plop in her mouth – a pacifier. She didn’t spit it out and instead nurtured it to the cab, opening the door and climbing inside. She watched as the three older women waved as the cab driver drove away. She shifted her weight, feeling the thick diaper beneath her legs, and before she could stop herself, she could feel herself fill it up, a small smile upon her face.

Chapter 69 Amanda held a finger to her lips as Mel walked through the front door. Jamie was asleep on her chest, his back rising and falling with each breath. “Hey,” Amanda said quietly. “It’s not his nap time. Why so sleepy?” “He didn’t have the best day, but how was your first day?” “Good! Spent a lot of time learning store policies and how to work their computer system.” “Did you get to help any customers?” “A little. Was looking over the other person’s shoulder.” “Gotta start somewhere. You feel like a grown up yet?” “No. What’s that feel like?” “How should I know? Did you at least like it?” “Kinda boring, but just the first day. A week from now it will only be me.” “We should go out and celebrate.” “We’ve celebrated, like, four times. Maybe you need to just get out more.” “I’m bored,” Amanda responded. “Don’t think I’ve ever been bored in the summer before. Maybe that’s a sign of being a grown up.” “Too bad school doesn’t start for another month.” “I do have packing to keep me busy, but I’ve packed everything I don’t need for the next month. Except winter stuff. Figured I could take care of that after the move, once I’m settled. You been looking at places?” “Just a few online. Haven’t looked at anything yet.” “You could be in the same complex as us. You could afford it.” “Maybe. It’s not too far from work.” “If I refer a friend I get $100 off one month’s rent. I’ll split it with you,” Amanda joked. “We’ll see. Where’s your mom?” “At work. Should be home soon.” “So what happened to Jamie,” Mel asked. “I had to go to campus today, and Mom had to go to work, so we took him to littlecare. Stupid bully there just said something mean.” “And that got under Jamie’s skin?” “Yeah.” “I wonder if littles where he’s from are all so sensitive. I mean, he’s a grown up. Not regressed. You’d think he could let that stuff roll off him more.” “Maybe when he first got here. Think he’s grown down a bit, which is good. I like him like this way. No bottling up feelings. And I like that he needs us.” She looked down at him and rubbed his back. Jamie sighed in response and snuggled deeper. “What did the kid say?” “He overheard Jamie telling his teacher about moving, and the kid found him later and told him it must be because his bigs don’t want him around anymore.” “Little fucker.” “I know,” Amanda said with disdain in her voice. “Still, Jamie knows that’s not true.” “Yeah. I think maybe the whole foster kid thing maybe makes a comment like that sting a little more for him.” Mel grimaced. She still didn’t fully understand the concept of foster care. She knew most of what had happened to Jamie, though. “Ella was there,” Amanda continued. “She told the kid off in language not appropriate for a little, and then when I got there to pick him up he needed just his big sister time.” “I don’t like it when people are mean to him.” “Tell me about it. Makes me kinda lose perspective. Have to remind myself the other one is just a little.” “Can I hold him?” “Sure.” She lifted Jamie gently, trying not to wake him. She passed him in a cradled position to Mel, who laid him on her chest. “This always feels so good. I love this.” She played with his hair before settling back against the sofa cushions. “Is he still dealing with move ok?” “On the outside. If he were dealing better with it inside, I don’t think that little’s comment would’ve bothered him so much.” “Is he being open with you guys, or is he doing that thing where he won’t talk about stuff?” “He’ll talk about it. It’s just a hard transition for him. Not exactly what he signed up for when he came here.” “Oooo,” Mel said with a laugh as she patted his butt. “Ought to feel better after that.” “Does he need changed?” “Just gas.” Amanda was relieved. She didn’t want him to start doing that in his sleep. “Anyway,” Amanda continued, “I don’t think he saw this coming when he adopted himself out.” “How’s your mom doing with it?” “Talks about it less than Jamie, but I think she’s having a harder time than she lets on.” “Maybe she just talks to her friends about it.” “Maybe ... We’ll get through it. Everybody does.” “Are you still excited?” “Yeah. It’s just ... managing other people’s feelings makes it less fun. Maybe if I’d lived in the dorms during college it would be different now.” “I’m here to help ... Maybe we need to plan a house warming party for when you’re settled. Give you something fun to look forward to.” “Yeah, that does sound kinda fun.” “You can invite the mysterious Ryan.” Amanda made an unhappy, uncertain face. “Why haven’t you brought him around all summer,” Mel asked. “Because it wasn’t supposed to last beyond the summer, and I didn’t want to give Jamie one more thing to be upset about.” “He’ll be happy for you.” “To a point. He doesn’t like sharing his people.” “I think you need to follow your heart on this one. If you want to stay with him, stay. Just getting into a relationship doesn’t mean marriage is down the road. Or is there more to it than that?” “If we decide it’s serious, than he’s gonna wanna be around a lot. I don’t want to give Jamie someone else to be attached to, and then if it doesn’t work out that person goes away.” “So you’re gonna stay single your whole life instead?” “No ...” “Just saying, it’s gonna happen at some point.” “Not this summer, though. One thing at a time ... and if Ryan isn’t that patient, then he’s not the right person for me anyway.” Mel smiled a whatever-makes-you-happy smile and changed the subject, asking, “You ever hear from Ella’s family?” “They sent a thank you card.” “And how is Ella.” “Seems back to normal to me. Happier, even.” “Spunky little thing that she is.” “I think I need to wake him up if I want him in bed anywhere close to on time.” She reached over and ran her finger the length of the sole of Jamie’s foot. He wiggled. She did it again. He kicked a little and made a face, and Mel laughed, and Amanda did it again. Jamie’s eyes opened. “Hello there, Jamie Bear,” Amanda said. “Hi, Mel,” Jamie responded. “How did you know it was me?” “You feel a certain way. How was your first day?”

31.) Her Pacifier She'd been under for forty-five minutes by the time I brought her to with my fingers snapping, and the milk would have been wearing off by now anyway so I couldn't have done more. "Hold this for me, Velvet." I handed the girl the same pacifier that she'd been so reluctant to accept earlier in the day; the one now glistening with her own saliva because she'd spent the last half an hour with it between her lips and had no memory of that at all. Oral fixation was a lovely term, but I'd like to think what I have her was more of an oral compulsion, based on the words I'd chosen. A need, almost. And it wasn't malicious, it was just that if she was pacified more often, there was less chance we'd get caught. It was practical. "How're you feeling?" "...fine," I muttered. I looked down at the pacifier in my hands and then up at Colette. My glasses were on my face. I felt dizzy and warm... but the effects of the milk were gone. Or at least dulled significantly. And that meant time passed. I frowned. "What did you do?" "Just something to help you focus, we have work to do, Velvet." I wasn't lying, she would focus a lot better with something between her lips; it was going to help as well as be an aide to our deception. "I'll need to finish putting together a report; how about you get back to work?" The way the paci glistened, shimmered, it would be impossible for Velvet to not think about it, not focus on it, not want to try it. And I'd make sure I was 'distracted' so she could sneak an attempt while thinking I didn't notice. I sat down in front of the computer and went to work. Where was I? Oh, the headset. I could start writing a program for that. I opened up another application and went through a library of photos I had to work with. But which ones was I supposed to use? Arbitrary ones? Or specific ones? I just needed the headset to enforce the trance, right? Or should I tailor it to each recording? A lot more work... too much? Or the right amount? I was struggling a little. Must be the milk, I thought, and tried to push through. Admirably, she was trying. I kept watching her focus and defocus, struggling over and over to keep her train of thought on one thing. Eventually, after 10 minutes of watching, I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up, I came over to her, I put the binky between her lips and held it there until the feeling triggered, and went back to my desk. Serenity, calm, focus, happiness. She was due for a whole range of loveliness. I glared at Colette as she went back to her seat and reached up to take the pacifier out of my mouth. But for the first time since the milk, I felt... well, sort of in control. I looked down at the laptop and the gears in my head started to turn. If I organize pictures into thematic groupings rather than content, I could definitely use the subliminal messages of the photos. At the very least, it could be a security net. With the pacifier still in my mouth, I went back to work. We had a lot to accomplish, and not that much time - and an hour later when reasonably I knew I'd have to put Velvet out with the girls and take care of another patients’ hypnosis, I was amazed at how much she'd gotten done. "Wow look at you, Little Miss Powerhouse. You got so much done!" Praise was important. Important too was the recurrent nature of the fixation I'd given her; most hypnosis needed reinforcement to make it stick; for this, I'd made it self reinforcing through oral stimulation; the more she sucked, the more ingrained it became into her. "Yeah, I figured if--" I hesitated at my speech and noticed for the first time that hour that I was sucking on the pacifier. Surprise. Confusion. And finally, frustration. Fuck. I took the pacifier out of my mouth and got to my feet. "Seriously? That's what you did?" "You're a force of nature, Velvet, but you jump from point to point to point to point; you needed something to help you focus on a single task and not get lost in the detail, and this doubles as a way of showing I'm still working on you." Despite her being a killer, I respected her far too much to lie to her. And I also knew she'd accept it more readily if I was honest. "I get results, right?" ...well, whatever. I handed her the pacifier and crossed my arms. "Either way, I'm not letting you mess with my head. Now that I know what it is, I'll get rid of it myself." I had my own securities, after all. I walked past her and out of her office. I took her by the arm, and that wasn't all - I grabbed her, and I picked her up, and I held her against my hip, putting the pacifier back between her lips. She was small. I wasn't much bigger, but bigger enough. "Velvet, this isn't optional. And I'm not going to have you freebasing here and choosing what you will and won't do. I respected you enough to tell you the truth, so respect me enough to let me do my job. Or maybe I'm giving you too much freedom, huh, little one?" I kicked her hard and she dropped me onto my padded ass, cold and wet. I bit the pacifier and started to suck on it to relieve the pain, wincing as I looked up at Colette. "I'm not--" I reached up and tore the pacifier out of my mouth, throwing it across the room in anger. "I'm not helping you figuratively lobotimize me! If you're so good at your job, then do it better." "Lobotomize you?" I was really upset with that, I took it so damn personally. "You mean like Marlow wants to? Because that's not me, and you know that's not me. You know that when you get out of here you have the skills and techniques to undo anything I do, and you also know I have KPI's to meet and I have to show results. And you know that I would never do anything to impact your faculties, your brilliance, or your ability to think. So get your padded ass up, go pick up your damn binky and bring it here, and apologize for being such a brat, am I clear, Little Lady?" I looked up at Colette with a bit of... shame, maybe? Because I knew this could be worse. I could have Marlow instead. So I took a deep breath and got up to fetch the pacifier. With a moment of silence between us, I gave Colette the binky and crossed my arms over my stupid dress. "I'm sorry. I know you're just doing your job. And I really... appreciate it. Like. Not dumbing me down with stupid TV shows in fake languages. Cutting my milk doses in half. Shit like that..." I sighed. Ugh... "But I'm also standing here in a piss soaked diaper and you keep messing with my head, so... you can understand why I'm frustrated, I hope." "Of course, and I think we both get a lot more done when we work together." I fetched a lemony scented wipe to clean off the pacifier, then put it between my lips like a Mom, before holding it out. "Take your binky, put it in, and then lay down on my sofa - I'll get you changed." Give and take, right? I had to meditate. I had to remember how to focus without a pacifier between my lips. I probably had a few books about focusing - study habits or something - on the top shelves of my mental library. But for now, I sucked on the pacifier and let the woman change my diaper. Best to keep Colette as a friend. For now. ------------------------ Thank you for reading! Like & Comment, and consider checking us out on Patreon.

The Vacation: Part 8 Dylan came back carrying both their plates and bottles of soda. What surprised Tony was when he didn't set the plate down in front of where Tony sat. Instead, he kept walking to the other end of the table and set both their plates down next to each other. Dylan's at the head of the table and Tony's in the seat next to it. "Sit here." Tony stood up to obey but was confused. "Why though? What's wrong with my seat?" Dylan quirked an eyebrow as he opened both of their sodas. "Strike two. Don't question me when I give you an order. I want to sit here and I want you to sit there." Tony felt surprised at the second strike. He barely registered when he got the first one. What would happen when he got to three? When? If? He didn't know. "Fine." He said for lack of anything else and sat down in the seat. "Good boy." Dylan praised as he started in on his own pizza. The term sent a spark of...something down Tony's spine. Something that made his thighs tremble causing his diaper to crinkle. And he was once again reminded that he had no pants on. "So," Dylan spoke as he finished his first bite. Wiping his hands on his napkin he looked to Tony. "Any questions about your expectations here?" Tony nodded as he paused his eating. "Do I have to call you Master or something?" This earned a chuckle from Dylan as he shook his head. "Like I said, that's not my thing. Sir, on occasion, will suffice. Understand?" "Yeah..." Tony answered with only a slight bit of confusion when Dylan looked at him expectantly. "Oh! Yes, sir." "Good boy." There it was again. The endearment. This time it caused a smile to spread across Tony's face as he ate. "Oh you like being a good boy?" Dylan teased. But there were serious undertones in his voice that showed he expected an answer. "I...I dunno. Maybe? Sir?" Tony turned red. "It...feels good. To be good." Dylan scooted his seat closer to Tony as if their knees weren't already touching under the table. He leaned closer as if he were telling a secret with that same knowing look in his eye. "Well I'm sure you're going to be a very good boy for me tonight aren't you? I'd hate to give you a third strike." "What happens then?" Tony asked, his heart and breath picking up ever so slightly. "Then I'm going to spank your little diapered ass til it's candy apple red." Dylan said immediately. As if he'd planned this already. Tony's hand dropped down to his diaper automatically as his thighs spread. Dylan must have felt the movement under the table as he smirked. "You like that idea? Those three swats from before will seem like nothing. Trust me." There was a silence between them both for a minute as they stared each other down. It was broken as Dylan straightened up and cleared his throat. "Hands on the table and eat diaper boy." "...y-yes, sir." Tony responded as he forced himself to comply. The rest of the meal passed by normally as Tony asked a few more questions about Doms and Diaper Lovers and dynamics. Dylan seemed to know anything Tony asked about which was nice. It made Tony feel better to know that at least one of them knew the ins and outs of whatever this was. Tony finished the last of his pizza and went to wipe his face, but there was no napkin. Dylan had one but he didn't. Thinking it was just a simple mistake he stood up and turned to head into the kitchen. "Where do you think you're going?" Dylan asked warningly. Surprised by the tone after being praised so much made Tony tense. "I...was going to wash my hands? I don't have a napkin." "You don't leave the table unless I say so. Understood?" Dylan pushed his chair out but made no move to get up. Instead he pointed to the floor next to his seat. "Come here." "But Dylan-" "Third strike. I told you not to question an order. Now come here." Dylan looked disappointed as he pointed again. Tony felt his stomach drop. Dylan wasn't even punishing him for leaving the table. Because how was Tony supposed to know. But Tony knew better than to question an order. Obviously Dylan knew what he was doing. So Tony walked over and stood by Dylan's seat. "I'm sorry." Dylan gave him a reassuring look. "I know you are. But I have to teach you the rules don't I?" "Yes sir." "That's what I thought. Now kneel." Dylan ordered as he reached for something by his plate. Rushing to comply Tony dropped down on his knees making sure not to get his messy hands on Dylan's pants. Watching the other man he saw him pull out another napkin. A clean and unused one from beside his plate. "Oh..." Tony said quietly in realization. Dylan gave him a small smile. "Yeah. 'Oh'." Gentle as could be he took one of Tony's wrists in hand and began cleaning his fingers of pizza remains. "See? I know what I'm doing. And I have reasons for what I do. I don't have to tell you those reasons if you just trust me. You trust me right?" Tony nodded quickly. "I do. I'm sorry for doubting." He handed over his other wrist when Dylan was finished with the first. "I know." Dylan repeated calmly. "You'll forget the rules from time to time. But that's okay. I've been giving you slack tonight because you're learning. I expect you to be a good boy for me soon." "I'm a good boy." Tony said quickly. "I promise." Dylan finished the other hand before using a fresh napkin to wipe Tony's face. "You will be." Tony's eyes locked on to Dylan's as he watched him wipe his face. One hand holding his chin and the other with the napkin. This was all new but Tony was enjoying it. Even if a spanking was on the horizon. It seemed that Dylan understood his train of thought as he spoke again. "There are two times of day when I will give you your spanking. Either before bed, or before we leave the house depending on when the spanking is earned." "How many?" Tony asked quietly as the napkin was pulled away. "That depends on your behavior. If I'm feeling generous I might offer you the oportunity for less spanks. But you will never be allowed to miss a spanking. Never. Spankings are part of your training." Dylan grabbed both their plates and the used napkins before he stood. "Follow me." Tony was quick to comply. "My training? For what?" "To be my perfect diaper boy, of course." Tony's body gave a pleasant shudder at the thought. A perfect diaper boy. Yes. Clearly it involved more than just wearing diapers. And now he had his own teacher --dominant?-- to show him how. "Barstool." Dylan ordered and smiled as Tony followed. "Good boy." Tony smiled as he watched Dylan rinse the plates and put them in the dishwasher. His stomach fluttered with the praise. But it was also churning. Telling him it he would need the bathroom pretty soon. And wasn't that gonna be complicated... I just had trouble writing some parts is all. "Heres HD"? You mean when I said 'Here XD'? XD is an emoji face. Like a haha face.

So, what I envisioned was this region being a small City located on an island.(like NY but sooooo much smaller.) Since the city is so small, I think they usually process Littles manually, and that typically isn't a issue. ---and the news Reece was watching was local news, therefore not super important or large scale. (I would imagine small blips like this happen periodically just because of the technology??) Additionally, what I also envisioned was that the amount of Littles that actually came through the rift was something like 15-30 However, with the news of the rift opening up, lots of Amazons would most likely use this as an excuse to snatch up normal portal Littles, or take them to adoption Centers with the hopes of adopting them. And logistically, it would be really difficult to calculate where all of them came from and send them back; this is a fairly local happening, so I imagined the authorities would try to keep most of it under wraps and from making big/global news or anything like that. It's just easier for them to quickly sweep everything under the rug. --at least that was my logic behind it! Let me know if this actually makes any sense?? Because I do try to work out logistics in the backstory before I make another chapter--but I really do wanna know if it seems plausible ? Thank you ?? I was actually pretty worried about how people would react to the introduction of Reece lol ♥️ Glad you're enjoying the ride ☺️☺️ Big things are comin' for sure! Thank you so much ☺️?

What has this to do with punishment?

I like how you have made El and Reece so different one from the other, the second one almost too emphatic and the first one preferring freedom for both herself and others, but both warm hearted. I can’t wait to see the triangle close and find out how the three of them eventually find a balance.

Just woke up in a wet MegaMax, and I’m sitting at the kitchen table pooping myself a little at a time. I love a messy bottom for sure.

Woah, yet another twist down this here rabbit hole! I was so excited to see there was a new chapter! Can't wait to see what happens next!

The Vacation: Part 7 Dylan seemed to be waiting for an answer, so Tony forced himself to speak. "Lunch is fine." That seemed to bring the happy Dylan back as he smiled. "Cool! Come on! Oh and you went shopping-" Dylan seemed to realize something as they descended the stairs. The look he gave Tony when he turned around made Tony freeze on the last step. "W-What?" He questioned nervously. "You weren't shopping. You were buying diapers!" Dylan smirked as he turned and kept walking to the kitchen. "So that means you weren't putting the food away when we were supposed to play video games." Tony sensed an opportunity for a power move. He wasn't sure how Dylan had come in and made Tony seem like the guest in his own house. It must have been the confidence he exerted or something. Tony couldn't help but follow. But maybe he could gain a little ground back. "So what?" He spoke trying to sound dismissive. Something about dismantling your opponent's argument. Tony wasn't sure. Dylan didn't seem too fazed by it though which sucked. "And you bought pull-ups too?" His tone was light now. As if hearing only mildly interesting news. What game was he playing at? "Yeah. They had a cute design. The diapers are just plain." They were in the kitchen now. Dylan casually pointed to one of the bar stools by the counter and Tony was sitting there before he realized what happened. Before he could stand up Dylan was speaking again and Tony was listening. "So you want cute diapers? They have those you know. Online. They're thicker too." Dylan raided the freezer and pulled out two small pizzas. He didn't give Tony a chance to speak even as he was prepping a cookie sheet for the pizzas to go in the oven. "But you wanted them now. Hence the pull-ups for cuteness and diapers for...well diapers. That right?" "...Yeah." Was all Tony could say. Dylan had nailed it right on the head. "I tried the pull-ups first while we played. I put on two." "They held up well enough when you went potty?" Dylan slid the sheet into the oven before giving his full attention to Tony. "No!" Tony denied immediately. "So you didn't use them?" "No...yes? I don't know." Tony sighed utterly confused as to when they went from watching a movie like friends to having a verbal judo match every three seconds. "I used them." "Oh. So you did potty in them." Dylan was quick to not let Tony deny it before speaking again. "Did they hold up or did they leak?" Tony was embarrassed now. Humiliated? But it was just Dylan. His best friend. They were diapered together as kids. How could he be humiliated now? Sitting on a bar stool with no pants while he was getting grilled about wetting diapers. That's how. "Why are you so interested?" Dylan was quiet for a moment. "Do you want it straight?" The look on his face was unreadable. "No I want it diagonal." Tony smarted off as he crossed his arms. "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want an answer." Dylan pointed at him now with a warning look. "That's strike one. I didn't ask for sass. Stop being a brat." "I'm...I'm not a brat." Tony defended as he forced himself to uncross his arms. "Good. Keep it that way." Dylan said turning to the cabinets to get plates. "But as for your question. It's safe to assume we both grew attached to diapers as kids." Was he jealous was Tony's first thought. "Do you...want to try them? Is that why you're being so mean?" It sounded childish even to his own ears. But Dylan didn't laugh. "No I'm not a wearer. I'm just a dominant." Dylan said as if that made any sense to Tony. He seemed to understand that as he looked at his confused face. "Did you not research this? Browse any forums? Talk to other diaper lovers?" "Uh...no?" Tony shrugged. Dylan gave him a sympathetic look as he finally sat down next to him. "I'll explain." "Please do." Tony sounded desperate now. "You," Dylan pointed at Tony. "Are a diaper lover. Someone who loves wearing and using diapers. It can be sexual or not. Extreme or not. Submissive or not. It's just your preference. But then there's people like me-" "A dominant. But...I don't know. Isn't that some kinda bondage thing? Like whips and chains?" Tony had some knowledge but he never dove in head first like Dylan seem to have. "Yes...but not for me. A dominant has their own preferences as well. Sado-masochism, shibari, master. That's BDSM, you see?" Dylan explained and Tony nodded. "Good. But for me it's different. There's an overlap into diapers. I like diaper lovers. I like telling them what to wear. I like telling them how to act.-" "The power thing. Yeah...I kinda noticed." Tony huffed in amusement. He was grateful he was finally understanding. Finally Dylan seemed embarrassed as well. "I might have gotten carried away. You were just so shy about it- Still I shouldn't have pushed. I understand if you don't want that kind of thing. You barely even understand what it is obviously-" Dylan rambled and Tony just has to cut him off. "Teach me then." "-What? Are you serious?-" "Dylan, teach me." Tony said again, determined this time. Dylan was his best friend. If he trusted anyone to help him explore whatever this was it was him. "But you may not like it." "And you'll stop if I don't right?" "Of course I will." "Good. Then what's the problem?" This was the power thing Tony noticed earlier. He could see how Dylan was interested in it. Of course he couldn't tell Dylan what to do. But the confidence was there. "I guess there isn't one..." Dylan sighed right as the timer went off on the stove. He stood from the stool and went to pull their food out as Tony stood as well to get their plates. "Nuh uh. Go sit down at the table. I have this." Tony wanted to protest by instinct. It was on the tip of his tongue. But he decided against it. Instead he turned around and walked to the table to wait for Dylan. (Not as happy with this chapter but I'm tired of looking at it so here XD)

We're fine, Thanks for the thoughts. The dairy farm in the country where I grew up was partly burnt, though The dairy and some outbuldings were burnt, but luckily the main house escaped undamaged.

There is a ton to unpack here & I’ve said that I do 100% of everything in the diaper for many years now in various spots on DD. I can not control it at all other than if I want to stop it I sit down but it finishes as soon as I stand up so I just let nature do it’s thing. I enjoy it as much today as I did the very first time. It’s never been a burden to me. It’s all about management. To fully answer your questions I suggest you do it for a full month. My guess after a month you’ll probably do it for another month.

Soooo, this is my first time writing anything like this really--so let me know what you guys think, I guess! Super Sexual , so beware ? **************************************** After browsing around on in the more unsavory parts of the internet for about 2-3 hours, she was beginning to feel the effects of her exploring-- Within her lukewarm diaper, she'd been feeling slippery and sticky between her puffy lips for some time. She shifted uncomfortably in her bed, rubbing her thighs together softly. It was annoying, because she'd already put her diaper on for the night, and she didn't plan on taking it off. It was then that a gross thought popped into her mind: …she could try touching herself in her diaper?? She lightly cringed at the thought--but, it was sure to be more rewarding than the normal routine she went through to pleasure herself. The padding was thick and a little warm; she thought back to some of the videos she saw online--girls humping things in their used diapers, people tied up with Hitachi wands to their padded crotches…. She had actually purchased her own Hitachi wand weeks ago…for the very same purpose, even if she didn't wanna admit it. However, it was taking its sweet time getting to her. Chuckling to herself at her absurdity, she wondered why she hadn’t done something more productive to quell her boredom. Obviously, watching hours of porn was bound to have some type of effect on her--even if she was only watching out of ennui. She felt embarrassed and silly: she’d watched everything from erotic wrestling (..you wouldn’t expect it to be overly hot--but it was..) to hours of orgasm denial and torture videos. She’d been subconsciously teasing herself for some time now without even knowing it; during each video she watched, she would squirm around, crinkling in discomfort and arousal. --Then, clicking on the next suggested video that looked, “interesting”. She sighed, rolling onto her back and summoning the nerve to touch her diaper. Much of the embarrassment she possessed started to disappear when she started to push the thick wet padding against her clit; quickly and repeatedly palming the softness into her privates, she began to pant softly to herself. The sensation differed immensely from direct stimulation, the pressure was just strong enough for her to derive any pleasure from it--and it was already beginning to drive her crazy. She could tell she was going to be in for a long ride, especially if she wanted to finish; the way the diaper felt between the sticky cleft of her cunt was extremely teasy. As she humped her hand, she started to feel irrevocably raunchy and dirty. This was a huge turn on to her, so she embraced the feeling and silently began to degrade herself. She was humping her hand in a wet, pee-filled diaper--how much more pathetic could she get? Reveling in the fact she smelled just like a baby excited her; she was just a big baby girl in a pee-pee diaper. The scent of her padding wafted up to her as she continuously pushed the diaper against herself--she predominantly reeked of lavender baby powder, but she was also able to catch a light whiff of urine. It deeply surprised her how excited she was able to make herself just by pressing on her diaper; however, she wanted more. She loved how needy and pathetic she was being, and she wanted to bring herself closer to orgasm--because she was nowhere near it yet. She grabbed her squishmallow stuffed animal from the back of her headboard and started to straddle it; she began to hump at it feverishly, whimpering in desperation. Ultimately, she tossed it off of the bed, finding it too soft to provide the pressure she needed. She was in such a gross headspace and it aroused her to no end--what type of adult would go as far to hump a stuffed animal to masturbate? What rational person would be that needy? She snatched the giant rabbit stuffed animal from her side, preparing to give it the same treatment. Rolling and thrusting her hips down on the bunny, she panted in frustration and pleasure. It felt good..but not really good enough. Thinking, she looked around, trying to find something that’d be guaranteed to send her over the edge. Thankfully, she thought of the small dildo--it was hidden within her nightstand. She hastily flung open the drawer to pull it out. However, she hesitated to slip it inside of her diaper. How would it work? Would it fit in her diaper..and stay in? She decided there was only one way to find out. She carefully pulled the waistband away from her tummy, slipping the dildo down inside her padding. In preparation, she shifted her thighs in order to dislodge her sticky lips from the interior of the diaper; having made room for the phallic intruder, she guided the head of it into her wet entrance. It always surprised her how wet she got, only watching porn--not even having to really touch herself, but in this case, she’d helped herself along by humping everything like a sex-crazed animal. Hissing, she slid the dildo into her cunt up to the hilt. She wiggled around, panting and feeling full; she realized that the diaper was surprisingly helpful, as it kept the dildo snugly in place, and deep inside of her. Whimpering, she flopped down on her tummy, moving her hand to the front of her diaper once more. Having had enough of teasing herself, she also brought up one of her favorite lewd videos to watch (that was guaranteed to make her cum.) For her, this video consisted of another raunchy fetish she possessed: creampies. Though, they couldn’t be just any normal internal cumshots; she loved seeing a throbbing dick, deep inside of a woman--helplessly filling her with copious amounts of slimy seed. It made her feel gross, it made her feel dirty, and it was easy to imagine (especially when she had something deep inside her, nuzzled against her cervix.) So, with the dildo inside her secured by her diaper, she began furiously rubbing her padded clit in circles while watching the video. She could clearly feel her juices leaking out around the dildo within her diaper, too sticky to be completely absorbed by its interior. While she rubbed, she continued to lightly hump at her hand, feeling absolutely filthy. The odd combination of her watching something so...mature, while masturbating in her used diaper confirmed for her how much of slut she really was. Because she was so used to the muted pleasure rubbing through her diaper provided her with, her orgasm snuck up on her very suddenly. Surprised, she began to feel the ticklish build up of sensation and was overcome with a sense of urgency. She was now moaning in hushed tones, still rubbing her diapered clit, and starting to clench uncontrollably around the dildo. When her orgasm hit her full force, she whimpered uncontrollably, trembling and gasping. In her orgasmic state, her lewd words tumbled out of her mouth without hesitation-- Calling herself a slut, she softly announced that she was cumming in her diaper--following that admission, she let out a torrent of fucks, all while deeming herself a big diaper baby. Her orgasm lasted for sometime, due to the unintentional teasing her padding provided her with. When she finally calmed down, she was left twitching and exhausted. She slowly sat up and began to retrieve the dildo from her diaper--it was no surprise that it was soaked. Gently toweling it off, she hid it back in the drawer of her nightstand. In a state of disbelief, she thought about how good it felt to finally commit the taboo act; she could only imagine what she was in for when her Hitachi arrived. After wetting her diaper once more, she slid her crinkly tush under the sheets and drifted off into a satisfied sleep.

.....yeah, so far it's been great. I don't wet my diapers & I do launder them myself though. I wear not all the time, but probably 70% of the time. Wife wondered the other day on why there's been hardly any of my regular underwear in the "dirty clothes" pile, LOL, LOL.???

Janice didn’t swing it at her head, fortunately. The blow was targeted at her hands and knocked the phone across the room. Janice smashed the phone with an overhead chop. Sue sat there rubbing her hand. She hoped that Janice hadn’t broken it. The woman advanced on her again. Sue had to think again. Janice was bringing the bat back again. “It won’t work to kill me. Jim’s new will be probated tomorrow. Seriously, one million should be enough for anyone.” “That will was never signed. The orders for the transfers to the trust never happened,” Janice said smugly. “The old will was filed with the court already.” “Burger’s undoing that now. I found the will in Jim’s briefcase. It’s been signed. Burger says it’s valid.” “Where is it.” “I’m not telling you.” Janice advanced on her swinging the bat like Sammy Sosa. Sue tried to deflect the blow but a good amount of it caught her in the side of the head. It hurt like hell and she now knew what people meant when they talked about seeing stars. She tried to get away from the woman. “If you kill me, you’ll have to dispose of the body yourself. Tapp’s dead.” Janice paused for a second. Sue’s mind raced. Her phone was across the room and probably non-functional. Jim’s phone was in the bedroom, but it might be dead now. “You’re lying.” “I’m not. We were at his sister’s farm. We saw the Impala. The police have it.” “You killed him!” “No, my partner did. He was about to kill me after he was done raping me.” Sue thought that might engender some sympathy in the woman. At least temporarily. Anything Sue could do to delay things gave her options as to find out how to turn the tables on this situation. Maybe she could get a door between her and Janice. Lock herself into the bathroom or something. She started to move toward the bedroom. “Serves you right. You’ve ruined everything.” Janice took another swing. Sue raised her arm. She heard a crack. She knew it was broken. Janice was rearing back for another blow. Sue was supporting herself on her good arm. The broken one hurt like hell. She prepared to roll when the next blow came. She did, and she heard the bat thud loudly into the floor next to her. She was up against the wall now. She’d not be able to use that maneuver again. She braced herself for the next swing of the bat. As the swing started, she closed her eyes. She heard a crash but felt nothing. She opened her eyes. It had been Ronnie. He was sitting on top of Janice pinning her to the floor next to her. With his knee in her back and one hand holding her head to the floor, he used the other to wrestle the bat away and slid it across the room. Two uniforms then came through the door with guns drawn looking at the scene. “I’m Detective Childress,” Ronnie announced. “Take this woman into custody.” One of the officers holstered his weapon and removed a pair of handcuffs from his belt. Janice was crying now. Sue wasn't sure if it was pain from being pinned by Ronnie’s bulk or that she realized she’d lost everything. The officer put the cuff on one wrist and pulled Janice’s arm back while Ronnie adjusted his position to draw her other arm close enough to snap the cuff on that wrist. He got up and lifted Janice up and the second officer now holstered his weapon. The two uniforms grabbed Janice from each side and led her from the room. “Are you OK?” Ronnie asked Sue. “My arm’s broken. I might have a concussion. That girl has quite a swing.” Ronnie called to the uniforms to call an ambulance and one picked up the radio microphone from his shirt and called it in. They left. Sue moved to a sitting position, supporting her bad arm as best she could. “I’m lucky you came. How did you know?” “Murph called. He got your phone message. Holly was still with them. When you didn’t answer your phone, they put it together. Holly knew how to track your phone with hers. They called me and I rolled the uniforms. I was fortunately in my car and got here even faster.” That’s twice this week Holly has saved my life. She’s a good assistant.” “You should consider making her your partner after this.” “You’ve got a good point.” The paramedics knocked on the open door. “Over here,” Ronnie said. They examined Sue and agreed with the fracture diagnosis. They splinted and slinged her arm. They did a vital signs check including checking her pupils. “It doesn’t look too bad,” one said. “But you should come to the hospital and be checked out. You’ll need that arm set, anyway.” He turned to his partner. “Go bring up the stretcher.” Sue protested, “I can walk. Help me up.” Ronnie and the paramedic helped her stand. Just then, Murph and Holly hustled through the door. “Where’s French?” Murph said. “On her way to Northern District with the uniforms. I’ll hold her on the assault of Sue until you get the murder indictment.” “Well, at least you didn’t kill the suspect this time,” Murph said to Sue with a smile. “That was Holly last time. And thanks again for the quick thinking, Holly. You saved my life again, I think.” Holly smiled. “Are you OK?” “Nothing that won’t heal. I’m going to the hospital to be patched up.” She reached in her pocket and handed Holly the truck keys. “I assume you came over with Murph?” Holly nodded. “You can take the truck.” Ronnie leaned in close to Sue. “I’ve got to go book French. I’ll catch up with you if I don’t make it to the hospital before you’re released.” “Get me another bottle of bourbon. We nearly finished the one the other night and I’m going to need a drink when I get home.” “Sure thing, Susie.” Sue was still at the hospital when Ronnie got there. They had put her arm in a cast and sent her for X-rays and an MRI to make sure there was no latent injury from the blow to the head. They had done about everything they could do for her medically when she made a request of the nurse. “Do you have a spare adult diaper? The one I’ve got on is soaked and my bag is still in my truck.” The nurse retrieved her one and left her alone to change. She got officially discharged, but Murph and Ronnie then took her to a borrowed conference room. A recorder was set up and Sue went over her version of today’s events. Murph told her the bat was on the way to forensics to see if they could positively identify it as the murder weapon. Janice hadn’t confessed to anything. Ronnie said that she had done nothing but cry since she was apprehended. “Do you think you’ll have enough to make the murder charge stick?” “Well, we’ll see what the forensics bring. I’ll have them pull up that carpet and check it. I suspect we’ll find French’s blood there. We’ll check over Tapp’s car, and Janice's, and the Cayenne to see if they can find any more evidence.” “Do you have a theory?” Sue said. “Yeah, we digged deeper into the GPS watch thing. While the uploaded data from the watch gives a pretty good map of the way the wearer ran, the live beacon function that you guys used to find the body only logs a few key things, mostly just the current location. We downloaded the stored data in his watch. He hadn’t come down the trail but rather San Martin drive that night. Probably in a car.” Sue thought about that. They had just assumed French had followed his normal run down the trail and then back through the Hopkins campus when they found his location indication right there at the trailhead on Remington. “Here’s a piece of Tapp’s history that we have that Holly wasn’t able to dig up. Tapp was arrested in Bryn Mawr a while back.” “That’s where Janice went to college,” Sue said. “That we know. What we also know is that Janice was involved in an assault while she was there.” “I thought it was just disorderly conduct.” “The family had money. They hired a good lawyer and also paid off the victim pretty well fro what we can tell.” “What happened?” “She beat up one of her rivals with a field hockey stick. Tapp was there. French and him had a relationship at the time.” “Holy shit,” Sue said. “Indeed.” “Anyhow, I think I’ll be able to put enough pieces together to make a compelling case for the state's attorney. If not, Ronnie has her on first-degree assault. That’s good for twenty-five years.” Once the official reporting was done. “I’ve got a request,” Sue said to the two men. “Fire away,” Murph responded. “Holly needs a wear and carry permit. I think we might have enough justification now.” “Sure, no problem. I know a guy on the permit review board. I can grease the process. Let me know when she has her training certificate. I’ll get her fingerprinted and squared away.” Murph left and Ronnie said he’d drive Sue home. “Did you get the bourbon?” she asked. Ronnie picked up a brown paper sack from the seat. “Good, let’s take it up the bedroom.” “Are you in any kind of condition to do that?” “Just be careful around my arm.” The next day Sue started some changes in the office. They got a good infusion of cash from Fries. He came through with the bonus as he had proposed. Sue decided to redo the office from the haphazard storefront that she had been operating out of. She left a small waiting area and receptionist’s desk, but the rest of the space was divided into two offices. One for her and one for her new partner, Holly. The firm got a new name. No longer Garrett Investigations. Holly suggested “The Diapered Detectives,” but they quickly dismissed that ideaThey thought about using their names but wanted to keep it short. S and H for Sue and Holly they decide sounded like they should be issuing green stamps. They joked about French, Fries, and Burger. G and A, their last initials, worked OK. They got business cards and a website. People tended to call the firm “ganda” rather than separating out G and A but they decided they could live with that. They had moved into their respective new offices one morning. Sue’s arm had just been removed from the cast and she carried several packages into Holly’s office. “Some presents for you.” “And it’s not even my birthday,” Holly said. Sue slid the first one over. It was an envelope. “You got me a card?” “Open it.” Holly opened it and found her newly issued wear and carry permit. “Guess what the next one is,” Sue said, pushing over the second package. Holly tore that one open to reveal a box containing a new Sig P229 automatic. “Nice,” she said. She then took the largest one and tore it open. It was a bag of Megamax diapers. “Some for your very own. We’ve got a lot of fieldwork coming up with our new clients.”

The Vacation: Part 6 Tony gaped at Dylan for a second, completely at a loss for words. Unfortunately for him it seemed like Dylan was expecting an answer. And soon. "Fix your face, man. It's a diaper. Not meth." He said with a roll of his eyes. "If you're that embarassed we can forget it." As Dylan punctuated the statement with a handful of popcorn into his mouth, Tony finally seemed to find his words. "I...You weren't supposed to be here...." Tony stuttered. "And yet I am. And I've seen your diaper." Dylan stated casually. "How are you so calm?" Dylan gave him a confused look as he finally paused the movie and turned to Tony. It was like he was finally giving Tony his full attention and said boy was having a hard time deciding if that was a good or bad thing. "Do you not remember the diaper club thing we had going?" He asked. "I've seen you in a wet diaper way too often to be affected now." And that made Tony blush brighter. Of course he remembered their diaper club. But that was years ago. Now he was a legal adult with no reason to have diapers at all. Not even bedwetting. "I...This is only the first time..." "Really?" Dylan asked surprised and Tony wasn't sure if he should be offended. "I thought you would have tried diapers way before now." Tony made eye contact with his friend only ro immediately look away with a blush. "Don't say things like that." "Tony," Dylan waited for Tony to glance at him. "No normal friend would try so hard to stay diapered with me when we were kids. Even mom knew. It's not a big deal." Tony brought his knees up close only to hear an audible crinkle of his diaper shifting. He was very suitably embarrassed but Dylan seemed so chill about the whole thing. Before he could react, a hand on his shoudler was pulling himself closer to Dylan's side. "Come on. Lets watch this movie. Overthink later." Dylan encouraged. Tony could do nothing but sigh and focus on the television. Even as every shift caused his diaper to crinkle loudly. Surprisingly, it was easy to get sucked into the movie and forget about the awkwardness of before. He even managed to come out of his shell a little more and joke around. The rest of the movie passed by in a pleasant haze before there was any mention of the diapers again. The two boys were sitting casually on the couch before the peace was interrupted by Dylan. As nonchalantly as possible he lifted Tony's short T-Shirt and pulled the sweats down to expose Tony's diaper. "Hey! What are you-" Tony balked as he tried to push Dylan's hands away. His face flamed red all the way to his neck and ears. "Calm down." Dylan huffed as he let go of the sweats with a snap. "I was just checking. You can't tell with the sweats on." "Oh as if you'd change me even if I was!" Tony snarked with a bit of hysterics. He stood from the couch and pulled his shirt down hard. He was midway to the stairs before Dylan spoke up. "Who's to say I wouldn't?" Tony froze midstep as he peered back. "Y-you would?" His voice was quiet and soft. It was one thing to be okay with the diapers but another to willingly help him out. Dylan looked offended. "Uh...yeah? We've seen each other naked, and diapered, and I've even been in the same room when mom changed you before. It's not that big of a stretch." Tony couldn't help the small smile that spread on his face. "Uh...thanks? But I'm not wet yet." "Yet. So you do use them?" "Of course. That'd be a waste if I didn't." Tony scoffed. "Your mom made it a point not to waste." This made Dylan laugh. "You're right about that! But she also said no pants and here you are!" It was a challenge. Tony knew it was. But still. Tony felt like he had something to prove. With slightly shaky hands, he reached for his waistband and slid it down over his diapered butt. Kicking the sweats off his ankles, Tony huffed at Dylan. "No pants." "Oh but I'm not the diapered one here. That's you." Dylan smirked and barely dodged the pair of sweats that Tony threw at his face in retaliation. "Hey now! Don't start something you can't finish Tony!" Tony was now openly grinning. His body jittery in excitement as he saw the look in Dylan's eyes. "Who says I can't finish this, Dilly." He teased with the old nickname. Dylan, in turn, gave him no warning as he lunged at him. It was all harmless fun though. No malice at all. Somehow they both ended up on the floor, rolling around trying to pin each other like old times. Dylan didn't seem to be trying very hard which ultimately led to Tony pinning him to the floor by sitting on his stomach and forcing his arms to lay by his head. The pair sat panting for a minute as they smiled at each other. "Told you I could finish it." Tony smirked. His diaper pressing firmly against Dylan's stomach. "That's why you wet yourself." Dylan snarked and waited for Tony to look down at his diaper in confusion before he tackled him back. It was Tony now on his back on the ground. This time with Dylan sitting on his thighs while forcing Tony's arms to stay pressed to his own chest. "No fair! You cheated! I knew I wasn't wet!" "Not yet!" Dylan scoffed as his free hand reached for Tony's now exposed stomach and started to viciously tickle him. "AH-Hahahaha! No!-Hohoho! Staaahaha!" Tony couldn't form a sentence without laughing as he tried to thrash but Dylan held him secure. "Stooop! I'm gonna hahahaa! I'm gonna peeee!" "Pee then! You have a diaper. You won't make a mess!" Dylan dismissed as he went for the much more sensitive armpits. Tony let out a small shriek as he was assaulted. Kicking his legs only seemed to make Dylan smirk harder as he was trapped. "Dylan pleeeeee-I'm gonna-" Tony couldn't warm him as his bladder suddenly released. Tony didn't even know he had to go until he was already pissing. The hissing was audible even over Tony's laughter. The diaper itself grew warm and soaked as Tony couldn't stop the flow. He was so distracted with peeing he didn't even notice as Dylan stopped his tickling just to watch the wet patch on his diaper expand out. The silence after the flow tapered off was noticable. Tony looked at Dylan red faced and embarrassed only to see the other boy obviously staring at his wet diaper with a blush of his own. "Dickhead. You made me pee!" Tony huffed as he tried to push Dylan off. This seemed to knock Dylan out of his trance and he allowed Tony to get up. "I didn't think you'd actually do it." "You tickled me!" Tony gaped with a heavy pout. "Should I change you then?" Dylan asked. "To make up for making you wet your diaper?" Dylan was trying to fluster him on purpose. And it was working. "Fine! But don't expect me to help you!" The walk to his bedroom was quiet. And Tony flopped down on his bed still pouting. "Change me." Dylan chuckled. "I am, brat. Where's your wipes and powder?" He asked grabbing the package of diapers and pulling one out. "Find them yourself." Tony grumbled. This caused Dylan to groan audibly. "Fine." They were easy to find. Just under the bed. "Lose the tude before I double diaper you." "That's not discouraging, Dickhead." Tony pushed. It happened out of nowhere. One minute Dylan was gathering diaper supplies and the next he was lifting Tony's leg and delivering 3 swift swats to the back of his thigh. "Behave." Dylan scolded. "There's your discouragement." Tony gaped as Dylan changed him quickly and effectively. Easily lifting Tony to place the diaper under him without any help. After a generous sprinkle of powder the diaper was taped shut and Dylan was stepping back with his arms crossed. "Now we're even." Tony was still at loss for words as he looked down at his diaper. Checking it, he was surprised to see that Dylan had done an even better job than him. "You spanked me." "That was hardly a spanking. Now are you gonna continue to pout or do you want lunch?" Dylan asked sternly. Tony was seriously confused. How did they go from wrestling on the floor to this? What even was this?

Hi, and welcome GhostBoyLost. Glad to have you now join us. A lot of us have had similar experiences, and know what it like. I have myself, always had desires for diapers, and plastic pants. For me, it goes all the way back to when I was a toddler, and still in diapers. I never could point to anything and say, that’s what it was, that’s why. Throughout my early childhood, I experienced lots of diaper desires, and acted on them, in many ways. I always kept it well hidden from everyone, and it always made me feel bad. Long story short, I finally came to terms with, it being a part of who I am, and what I like to do. I still keep it as my secret from everyone around me, all but my wife that is. She is ok with this, and knew from the beginning. She does like to indulge herself, and we have fun with lots of things. I keep it secret still, cause most people wouldn’t understand, and it’s my own business anyway. I have met lots of people along the way, on line, and have many good friends. This is where I can be open, and am. I hope you can find your place too. So, come on in, relax, have fun, and enjoy! Why not?

Hey GhostBoyLost. Hello and Welcome to DD! Btw, can I call you G-Boy? I think that could possibility be your Brooklyn rapper handle ? I've found that this community is very supportive and a lot of other people here (myself included) have dealt with shame and the binge and purge cycle. That's really awesome that you've been going to a therapist. Society often attaches an unwarranted and destructive stigma to seeking mental health treatment. Something that shouldn't be seen as any different from seeing a doctor. Anyways, Welcome again, be sure to put on a comfy diaper ?, and feel free to PM me if you ever have any questions. Little Tomás

Have you any idea what a 20 mile walk is for the untrained? Some of the things that people come up with are exploitative or downright dangerouse. Now you know why colleges have banned hazing. This is starting to resemble a Bizarre Cult horror fantasy as each succeeding poster ups the ante. Hopefully, nobody will get carried away enough to actually TRY them. Like anything that can end up in the police station, hospital or morgue, they do not end well

I think that Disney should REQUIRE diapers! Lol ?

I use ID brand from Ontex, tapes stick very well. It's well known in Europe but not sure you can find it in US

Variety can be different clothes I wear here with single diaper brand.

I never pooped my pants in school, always on the walk home after I got off the bus. I would lean on a fence and just let loose in my panties. I would always pee in the bathroom because i didn't want pee dripping down my legs and wetting my socks and skippies. I had about a two block walk and enjoyed every second of the poop squishing all over my bottom and privates. I didn't have to worry about mommy or daddy being home because they both worked. I would play with myself in my tree house and make a total mess of my panties. I went to the house after an hour of play and did my laundry, good as new. My panties had a lot of stains and that's when baby sitting introduced me to diapers. Diapers are my life now !!

*the anvil falls on me instead* Owww Damn it....

the company that provided Wile E Coyote with all of his gadgets used in attempts to catch the Road runner.

2 years and 7 months untraining! My symptoms of untraining continue! Since my big change a couple months ago, I'm still getting multiple episodes of stress incontinence, urge incontinence, OAB symptoms, and passive leaking throughout the day--every day. Because of all this leakiness, the last couple days I've ran a leak test by wearing training underwear (babypants training pants) and sweat pants until I wet them. I ran 2 tests, just to see if not wearing protection would make a difference on my leakiness. On test 1, I drank the normal amount of fluid (drink only when thirsty). Test 2 I drank more than my normal amount of fluids. On the first test, I threw on the training pants right after I wet and changed out of a soggy diaper. After about an hour, I started to feel pressure, like I had urine in my bladder, even though no matter how much I relaxed I couldn't initiate the release of urine. This pressure lasted about 45 minutes and increased in severity. The more intese it got, the more I experienced stress incontinence. There was also one point where i had a bladder spasm/flutter sensation and I noticed I was weeping out urine in time with the flutter. At this point the wet spot on my undies grew to the size of my palm. When the urge to go finally hit, I found I was already peeing, my bladder was contracting, and everything was coming out. The second test was similar to the first, though I was leaking way more and I progressed to emptying out my bladder much faster. In both tests, I was surprised at how much I leaked. I had growing wet spots on my undies within 30 minutes. I did not feel myself wetting and I wasn't having any urge or stress incontinence, so it makes me believe that I'm passively leaking urine. I also experienced quite a lot of stress incontinence, more so than I thought I was having when diapered. Since I could better feel the wetness and myself peeing into the undies, I could feel myself drip a bit every time I stood up, coughed, stretch, or laugh. The tests really weren't scientific but they were a lot of fun and it was affirming that my untraining has been working! Also, a few of you have found me on other social sites. If you want to see me and my boyfrend's crazy diaper stash (we made a diaper fort!), you can see those pics and more on twitter @FerixDog.

Hellooo, I'm a pretty young male in Ames, just willing to meet some people, I am mainly straight but if I really lik a guy I might give it a try, Also... I'm a sub just letting y'all know ^^

I poop sometimes in diapers and probably more frequently in my underwear.