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Chapter Twenty-Two It had been a long night, and Sabrina woke with a crick in her neck, cold legs, and an aching bladder. She climbed to her knees, pressing her hand to her crotch. The diaper was squishy and clammy and cold. Unpleasant. She wanted nothing more than to call out for someone. For Kinsley, for Faith, even for Angela... but she knew not a one of them would help her if she asked. It was better just to go. ...but she couldn't. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to pee. Frustrated, she closed her eyes and imagined that she was sitting on the toilet, relaxing her muscles and... The padding was freshly warmed and felt better for a moment - until she felt it running down her legs. "Oh no... " Looking down she could see a trail coming from the legband of her diaper, down her leg, onto the bedding of the cage. Sabrina had no idea what to do, so she simply froze, whimpering helplessly at her plight. Between the zip ties and the locks, there was no escape, and she had the distinct impression that removing the diaper on her own would only get her in more trouble. So she waited. Watching the empty, unmoving hallway. Watching the cat wander from the stairs to the kitchen. Feeling nothing short of awful in her predicament. After three eternities, a door opened. Miss Angela stepped out from Faith's room, headed for the kitchen - without even a glance at Sabrina. Who was too afraid to call out. Angela had proven to have a vicious streak. The smell of brewing coffee wafted through the living room as Sabrina's legs began to ache from her kneeling position. Gently, carefully, she lowered herself down, grimacing at the squelch, how sitting in the diaper forced the padding to release some of her own piss back against her skin just to be re-absorbed. Sabrina watched with a sinking stomach as Miss Angela approached the crate. "Were you a good pet last night, girl?" The way she lilted her voice, it wasn't a question. It was how she would talk to any animal. "Oh my, looks like you leaked a little. Would you like a another diaper?" The idea of being put into a fresh diaper made Sabrina want to cry, but she nodded. It was better than the sodden one. "Well if you don't have any manners, then you aren't getting changed." "Please Miss Angela, may I- " Angela's unbrushed blue hair, in tangles around her face, should have made her less intimidating, she was lightly built, but when she glared a fiery glare full of malice, Sabrina stopped mid-sentence. "Pets don't talk, Bree. Now beg me like a good pet, beg me for another diaper." Sabrina hesitated, weighing her options, trying to guess what Angela might want from her. Just as the woman was about to walk away, Sabrina rose back to her knees and brought her hands to her chest, curling them inward - like she were a begging dog. She let out a soft whimper and poked the squishy, discolored diaper between her legs. "That's pretty good. Maybe you can actually avoid getting in trouble as a pet. Do you want another diaper?" Hating herself, Sabrina gave a simple nod. She didn't expect that they'd let her out of diapers right away - not when both Lila and Faith wore them... and used them, apparently. She didn't dare hope. "Oh honey!" Faith arrived in the room, only to be sent to fetch a new diaper. Angela simply pointed to the crate where Sabrina knelt. "Be mommy's good little helper and put that one on top of her current one." "What!?" Sabrina couldn't help herself. She was completely shocked, and now two pairs of eyes glared at her. "You," Faith's voice was a growl as she stalked over to the crate, "will be silent." "I asked you if you wanted another diaper." Miss Angela was nothing but sweetness as Faith opened the cage door and grabbed Sabrina by the leg, dragging her halfway out. "I never asked if you wanted out of that one. Not that anyone cares what a pet wants. Or are you some sort of pet dolly now? It's hard to tell." Angela talked while Faith roughly performed her task, rolling Sabrina over, sliding the diaper under her, pulling it up between her legs and pressing the clammy, wet one closer to her before fastening the tapes. With another quick motion, Faith shoved her back into the cage by her absurdly padded bottom. Sabrina didn't have it in her to even sit up. She just lay there on the floor of the cage, hopeless. Angela gave Faith a kiss and patted her girlfriend's diapered bottom, sending her off. Angela knelt down next to the cage. "Aww, poor Bree... " She sounded genuinely concerned. "Are you... actually sad? I can't tell if you're playing along or if you're really sad." Sabrina sat up, finally, looking into Angela's eyes. Her lips were a thin line, worry in her eyes. "I'm sad... " "Oh Bree, I am so sorry." Angela stood. "I am so sorry... that you did this to yourself. Now you have to be punished for speaking again." With a sharp laugh, Angela walked away, calling for Faith. Leaving Sabrina alone once again. She had thought the diaper was thick before, now it was thicker and she had no comfort of being dry. She laid back down, kicking herself for falling for Angela's brand of cruelty yet again. She just seemed like such a sincere person... Sabrina sighed, defeated. * * * It had been hours. The lot of them had gone upstairs a while ago, ignoring Sabrina entirely. The only contact she had was when Kinsley stopped to give her a water bottle. She was relieved it wasn't attached to the cage for her to lick at - she wasn't going to put anything past them at this point. She had finished one water only to be given another... sipping was the only thing she could do in the cage. Sipping and thinking. Reflecting on her situation, on how it was a mistake to come to the Dollhouse at all, on how she had fallen into not even trying to get a job. Those thoughts turned darker still as she thought about the trail of events that had led her there in the first place. And how no one had ever come looking for her. She wasn't even sure how long she had been at the Dollhouse. One tear was the crack in the dam. Followed by another, and another. Until her thoughts landed on: Maybe I deserve this. In her misery, the tears flowed and quiet crying turned to heaving sobs. She didn't even hear the cage open. She was crying full force as gentle hands helped her out. She was barely aware of her surroundings at all, of the thick diaper between her legs, of the way she was laying down now. Fingers brushed over her no-longer-buzzed hair, fingertips traced the lines of her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose. When she could breathe again, Sabrina could make out the faint murmurings coming from above her. "It's okay to be sad, baby. It's okay. You're safe, you're okay." Blearily, she rolled to face the voice, realizing that her head was in someone's lap. She rubbed the tears from her eyes, but before her eyes could focus, there was something rubber in her mouth, dripping something sweet... chocolate? It took her a few moments to process it, but Sabrina found herself looking up at Kinsley, who was holding a baby bottle. Sabrina tried to sit up, tried to turn her head, but Kinsley blocked every movement, holding her in place as though she were... well, a child. "Hush hush, relax. You're not going anywhere. Think about all the pain all of your resistance and fighting has brought you. I am trying to show you love, I am trying to take care of a sad girl, trying to take care of my friend. Will you let me?" There was no anger in those words, no frustration. Kinsley was matter-of-fact and... well, kind. Her tone rang of genuine concern and Sabrina couldn't help but relax somewhat. She closed her eyes and simply drank from the bottle. There was a rhythm to it, if she tried to suckle at the nipple too fast or too slow, it didn't work. Once she had it, it was just chocolate milk, the rhythm of drinking, and gentle fingers in her hair. It was hard to admit, but Kinsley was right... she was fighting so hard, all the time. To hold onto some dignity, to escape from them. To claw her way back into a world where she was probably going to die, homeless on the streets. Unbidden, her mind returned to that first night, when she had been scared and alone, when Lila had climbed into her bed and held her all night long. Every time she had cried, every time she had been at the end of the rope, the bottom of the well, the Dolls had been there for her. "Just be good, sweetie. Can you be a good girl for me? Everything will be okay." Sabrina's legs hurt, her back hurt from slouching in the cage. The diaper was clammy and thick, and she had a steel ring around her neck and one wrist. With Kinsley's coaxing, she realized that step by step, piece by piece, the punishments had been heaped on her for her resistance. Sometimes she had been in the right - most of the time, she had been in the right - sometimes she had been in the wrong, but she had always resisted. What did it even look like to not resist? To just let them do whatever they wanted to her? They're going to do whatever they want regardless, Bree. Kinsley pulled the empty bottle from her lips. "Yes Mama." Kinsley's smile felt like the light of the sun, the warmth of the clouds parting on a chill autumn day. Sabrina felt enveloped in that warmth and wrapped her arms around Kinsley, who pulled her to a sitting position and hugged her tightly. "Good girl, Bree." Fingers through her hair. Gentle touches on her back. The warmth and comfort of the hug. "Good girl."

As of 5 minutes ago, I filled my diapers with poop.

Part 4 Mum couldn’t explain why I was now waking up soaked, or having wet spells during the day. What she had said was that according to the man at the pharmacy, I wasn’t the only one. So, although nappies were what she thought I needed, I knew I wasn’t the only boy my age that had these ‘accidents’. However, I now understood that I’d wet first in church, and the nappy mum asked me to wear came second. I have to say that this realisation shook me completely, which had a strange reaction. It made my body flush very hot, I got the shakes and quite unexpectedly I peed my pants. Although I now knew the time scale (as mum put it) I still had no real idea why. Mum inferred that some boys my age wanted to wear nappies, which I thought was stupid, that is until mum put me in one. I might have tried to deny it but once wearing protection I think I quite liked the way it made me feel. However, there was a guilt level that left me confused. The following day, for the first time, I went to school wearing protection. Mum asked me if the training pants would be OK but I wanted something thicker as I wasn’t confident I’d be able to last. I think mum knew this but was letting me decide. “Sensible choice love.” I ended up wearing my trainers over a nice light disposable, which I have to admit felt really comfy. Oddly enough, I didn’t feel any awkwardness as I waddled into class and I’m not sure anyone noticed; if they did they didn’t say anything. I searched my classmates for any of these ‘others’ but didn’t detect anything obvious so thought they were like me and just hid their padding. Anyway, after all the wetting I’d done recently (I’d woken up soaked that morning as well) I was wondering if I’d simply given up on any self-control. However, I promised myself that the moment I felt I needed the toilet I’d get to the boy’s room as soon as I could. Up until lunchtime this appeared to be working fine, although I had a struggle trying to get my fingers under the tight training pants and through the fabric of the disposable. However, I managed to do it once with only a slight over-splash on the front of my shorts. Thankfully, with the weather being so nice the spit-spots dried up very quickly and left no stain. There were other lads (not sure if the girls had any trouble) who also had a drip-stain on their pants so I wasn’t alone. The upshot was that I was quite proud of taking back control and wondered how I’d lost it in the first place. Then, after lunch, at 2.15 I could feel I needed the loo but was too slow in appreciating just how much and I filled my disposable in class. So for the rest of the lesson, and the trip home, I had to wear a very soggy disposable that my trainers were holding in place. What had started in the morning as something nice and snug became a soggy, rumpled and uncomfortable mass. When I got home Aunt Jade and Alan had already arrived. Aunty was sat talking to mum on our sunny little balcony and Alan was in the living room watching TV. As soon as he saw me he screeched my name and came running up for a hug. I gave him what he wanted. I patted his padded bottom and he patted mine, neither of us said anything about it but I told him I needed to go and get changed. He said he needed one as well. Mum and aunty heard this exchange and, whereas I was talking about getting out of my school uniform, he of course meant he had a wet nappy. He didn’t know I also had one but was reluctant to say anything to mum in front of his mummy. “Do you need your nappy changed sweetie?” I heard aunty from the balcony. Alan giggled at me and ambled towards where his mother was. I followed. Mum looked at me and asked if I’d had a nice day at school and I nodded. “And... how’s your nappy sweetheart?” She innocently enquired. I could feel the blush on my face as I was shocked by mum’s lack of discretion about my situation. I looked down at my shoes in embarrassment. “Oh sweetie, don’t be shy... your aunty knows all about your current circumstances. She knows some boys your age have a setback so you don’t need to feel ashamed or shy about it...” “Look,” aunty said to mum, “I need to change Alan so I might as well do Davey at the same time.” “Oh, that would be a great help whilst I start getting tea ready... you are both staying aren’t you?” “No sis, afraid not. I’ve left Florence with Daphne (the baby’s grandmother on her father’s side) and I said I’d collect her around 5-ish.” “That’s a shame, well, these two,” she said looking at two bedraggled boys, “need to get dry nappies on asap... so I’ll leave it to you and I’ll get on with a bit of ironing.” Mum smiled at her sister seeming glad not to have to change me on this occasion. “Use his room as all the stuff you’ll need is there... you might need extra soakers for Davey though.” With that aunty picked up Alan’s nappy bag and we were both herded upstairs into my room. # “Well this is all very nice.” She said as she took in the Bambi duvet cover, pile of toys and stuffed animals and the dresser full of all she needed to change a wet child. Wet nappy forgotten Alan went straight for the toys I’d left out on the floor and began to play with a Buzz Lightyear. “OK Davey.... it looks like you’re first.” I just stood there stunned. All this had happened so quickly I wasn’t prepared for anyone other than mum to know about... you know what. However, Aunt Jade was family and I suppose because of the christening she might already have realised that I’d wet my pants and just assumed I did it regularly. If that’s what she thought that was even worse. “C’mon Davey let’s get those school shorts off you mustn’t leave a wet nappy on for too long otherwise you’ll develop a rash.” Meanwhile, Alan was rummaging around in my toy box and pulling out all kinds of stuff. He even said how much he liked Bambi. I removed my shirt and shorts and stood in front of aunty wearing just the very wet disposable held up by the colourful trainers. “Well these are nice Davey, did you choose them?” She admired before pulling them down to my ankles and having me step out of them. “Oh sweetie you’re very wet I don’t think this disposable is thick enough to last a day... I’ll let your mummy know.” I was too embarrassed to speak. She pulled at the side and the entire thing came away in a soggy mess as it fell to the carpet. “Whoa, better not let that linger there for too long.” She smiled and quickly scooped it up and put it on a chair. Meanwhile, Alan’s interest had been peaked and he came over, clutching one of my stuffed animals and to watch what was happening. Aunty had already placed a towel for me to lie out on and had assembled all the stuff needed whilst I’d been reluctant to take my uniform off and expose the damage. She was as efficient as mum and quickly had me wiped, creamed and powdered. All the way through she was chatting and asking me about my day at school, my favourite lesson and what I’d learned. I was so self-conscious I could only nod or smile when she did. I’ve always got on with aunty, and uncle if it came to that, since dad was no longer with us, mum and her sister had become even closer. So I suppose she wasn’t going to keep a secret like me wetting again for too long. Anyway, that secret was out now and there was nothing I could do to put it back. To be honest, Aunt Jade was very caring in the way she cleaned me up and organised the change. Something else, she wasn’t in the least bit thrown that she was replacing the very wet nappy of her eight year-old nephew. She didn’t try to shame me or even make kiddie noises (like mum had), just got on with what she had to do and didn’t make me feel it was anything but normal. I suppose because she was used to changing her own two kids I was just another who needed a clean dry nappy and that was all there was to it. She took a few extra seconds to make sure she’d properly fitted the extra soak pad into the fabric nappy’s folds and then gently but firmly pinned me in. “You know this isn’t the first time I’ve done this?” She giggled conspiratorially. I wasn’t sure what was coming next. She nudged my arm. “When you were little your mum let me practice on you... you’ve always been a sweet natured boy... I don’t suppose you remember those times but... you were always a lovely little cherub and you haven’t changed a bit.” Now I know I should have been anxious about references to when I was a baby but, in truth, she said it with such warmth I couldn’t help but smile and feel proud that’s how she thought of me. “So... when I do a quick change on Florence or Alan... it’s because I got to be so good changing you.” I wasn’t sure how that made me feel... good I suspect but I wasn’t sure? “You mustn’t worry that now you’re older and having these little accidents... a nappy is just a different piece of underwear... and a really effective piece at that.” She smiled her most winning smile and I smiled back. “That’s why it has been, and still is, the most effective and popular way of dealing with such things.” She shook her head from side to side in a sort of sing-song manner and softly said, as if to herself. “No, you can’t go wrong with a nappy.” It was the type of reassurance I needed. She made it sound that anyone and everyone who had a similar problem to me, no matter how old they were, would choose a nappy to deal with it. My mind went from my own padding to thinking about the many other people were walking the streets similarly wrapped and protected. Her face beamed as she stretched over to the dresser. There was a pair of see-thru plastic pants on the side which she flapped out, opened up and guided my legs into before rustling them up and over the thick nappy now in place. “Do you wear shorts sweetie or are you OK as you are?” Although slightly pre-occupied I looked down at the shiny bulk that now occupied the area where my thin but sodden disposable had been. The change was quite dramatic but I was dry and covered. “Well, you can stay like that whilst I get Alan changed. Alan c’mon sweetie it’s your turn now your cousin’s all cosy and dry.” She seemed to have Alan all done and dusted in seconds and like me he was wearing just a nappy and plastic pants (his were a shiny white), which didn’t bother him at all. His mummy saw I was getting some toys ready for us both to play with. “So, you’re going to play up here for a while are you?” I nodded. “OK then, Davey you’re in charge... I’ll nip down and get you both a drink and I’ll be back in a few minutes OK?” “Yes aunty.” There was no reply from Alan who was already engrossed in running a toy car over Bambi’s outline on my bed. # We’d been playing for five or ten minutes when Aunty Jade arrived back with a bottle for Alan and a glass of juice for me. Even in that short time we’d managed to have a Grand Prix with my Matchbox cars, flown to the far reaches of outer space with Buzz Lightyear and a fantastic looking Millennium Falcon and were exploring the idea of a battle between a couple of green plastic dinosaurs. “Are you boys having fun?” I think the noises we were making made it so we didn’t have to answer but from the smiles and grimaces on both our faces meant we needed to concentrate or be defeated. She left us to it. For a couple of hours me and Alan played in my bedroom and must have had everything out of the toy-box because we couldn’t move for stuff. As soon as we got bored with one toy, and Alan seemed to lead the change, he’d grab another and off we’d go into a new game. It was amazing just how much I was enjoying myself and I ended up playing with toys I didn’t remember I had and which I hadn’t had out of the box for years. The whole experience made me realise how much I missed actually playing because it was something I rarely did with my school friends... well... like I was doing with Alan. Eventually his mummy came up to join us clutching his shorts. “Sorry sweetpea, we’ve got to get a move on to pick up your sister.” “Ooorrrhh mummy, da I hav to... cant I sti?” He looked up sweetly through his surprisingly thick eyelashes and if it had been me I would have given in to his request. “I know sweetheart but, Alan here has things he needs to do for his mummy and we need to get Florence home in time for tea. You want some tea don’t you?” He nodded and reluctantly got up and walked to his mum who’d opened up his shorts for him to step into. It hadn’t even registered with me that the both of us had spent all this time wearing just our nappies and plastic pants. Even though the evidence was right in front of my eyes, it simply hadn’t entered my head. “Your mummy wants you too.” She nodded across at me. “OK.” I went and grabbed a pair of shorts from the back of the chair and dragged them on. It was then I noticed that my playmate’s nappy didn’t show under his shorts as much as mine did. His shorts completely covered his, although you could see the bulge. Whereas, my shorts had both nappy and plastic pants peeking out over the top, whilst the bulge was easily identifiable because of the smooth full shape it gave to the material. I needed mum to buy me some new clothes. # Once Aunty Jade and Alan had left mum organised fish fingers and chips for tea. Over our meal she was keen to know if I’d enjoyed my cousin’s visit and I told her how quickly time seemed fly by. She smiled and ruffled my hair and said how good it was to see her little Bambi having fun. “Mum.” “Yes love... what is it?” She could tell I wanted to say something serious. “Do you like me like this?” I looked down at my well-padded shorts. “Oh sweetheart,” she said with a loving smile and an invite to go and sit on her lap. “I love my little love no matter what. At the moment I think this is something you want but... any time you don’t... just say.” She was cuddling and trying to reassure me as she tapped my padded bottom. “But why do... I mean... why would I want this?” “I’m not sure sweetie... but tell me... do you not like wearing...” and she massaged the thick material, “this?” I had to think because at first it was strange and terrifying to think a boy my age should wear a nappy but once it was on... I think I didn’t mind wearing it. I also remember the strange hot feeling I had when I gathered for the first time that I HAD wet myself and I couldn’t blame anybody else. I told her about shivering and getting a hot flush a couple of times that made me feel odd. I tried to explain these feelings, which I didn’t understand. So, she cuddled me tightly mentioning that perhaps it was a physical or emotional response to what had happened. She couldn’t be sure but would look it up on the net next time she went online. Meanwhile, I wasn’t so sure I understood any of that ‘emotional response’ but it made me think. “Mum... er... mummy... am I alright to be... you know...?” “Yes darling you are. I think the thick protection your nappy offers at this moment is something, and we don’t have to know exactly why, but I think it’s something you want... perhaps need.” “But I’m eight...” “Sweetheart, if you’re unhappy then we can change things but, whilst you’re wetting I think it’s only sensible to keep the nappy.” I pondered on this and probably had to agree. I was wetting and pooing and it just wasn’t safe to change things around. Certainly at the time I’d been grateful she had me wear one... especially when I messed in it. Having said that I was unsure if I didn’t still partly blame her for all that had happened. I reluctantly smiled and nodded in agreement which got a huge return smile from her. All this had filled my head as mum gently stroked my padded shorts and made me feel safe. I liked pleasing her and she didn’t mind all the padding and stuff that went with it. She certainly wasn’t trying to talk me out of it. She pulled me closer and looked into my eyes. “Tell me honestly sweetie... does any of this bother you?” I tried to look away as I was embarrassed at what I knew the answer would be but she gently lifted my eyes back to meet hers. “I’m worried what my friends might say.” “Well, if that’s what’s bothering you we can keep this between ourselves if you want.” “But what about school, when I have gym...” “Well, on those days we’ll have to try and be a bit less obvious but... do any of your friends still wear cartoon underpants?” I nodded. “Well, yours are similar so... if they’re not bothered who sees their underwear... you shouldn’t be either. You are still a boy who enjoys boyish things... you don't need to worry about being a big boy because, whether you wear a nappy or not.... and whether you’re eight or eighteen... you’ll always be my special little guy.” We snuggled tightly and I felt at ease though wondered about being eighteen. I also realised I was wetting my nappy at the same time. # Ten minutes of lying happily in her lap she asked if I needed a change. I nodded so we went upstairs to my room where she stripped me, cleaned everything up and suggested that I choose what I wanted to wear next. It was around 6pm and knew that the next nappy would be for night time protection but I didn’t want to have to make a decision. “Mummy you choose.” “OK sweetie.” She moved over to the dresser and picked up two thick cotton nappy squares and two soaker pads. I didn’t say anything as she brought them to where I was laying out and started to slowly fold them to the correct shape. Once she had them ready she rubbed in some thick Vaseline all around my pee-pee and bum before dusting the area with a thick layer of talc. I kept wondering if she was going to say anything or if she was expecting me to comment but I stayed silent. When she’d finished I was wearing the thickest nappy I’ve ever worn and although it was very comfortable to be lying down in I did wonder about standing up. “How’s that sweetie?” Mum enquired. I looked from this huge cushion I was now sporting back to mummy. “Ermmm?” I didn’t know what to make of it. “Not sure eh? Well, let’s try it out. Firstly, I think it makes you look like a lovely big teddy bear.” She giggled and ruffled my hair, which she was doing regularly. “And secondly, if you don’t like it this thick it’s easy enough to go back to just wearing one and a booster pad or two.” She held out her hand and guided me from the bedroom and back downstairs into the living room. We went slowly, which was just as well because I found it very difficult to walk. I sat on the sofa in front of the TV and had to admit that once stationary, the bulk felt really nice hugging me tightly. “I think sweetheart, seeing as you’re wetting quite a lot at night, I’ll keep you well-padded like this... is that OK with you?” She went into the kitchen and returned with a small package and undid it. She flapped out a huge new pair of shiny white rubber pants and had me step into them. She shuffled them up my legs and made sure everything was safely tucked in. “There, all ready for a good night’s sleep... and a bit thicker than your others so should hold any amount in.” “But mum it’s early yet.” I panicked at the idea of going to bed at 6 o’clock. Oddly, I thought that mum had got me ready for bed, and in such thick insulation, that it meant she could insist I went to bed early. She smoothed out the fabric under the glossy cover then stood back to appreciate her handiwork and winked as if we were sharing a secret. “Oh sweetie, don’t worry, you’re ready now but you don’t have to go to bed until later. Just enjoy your programmes and I’ll get you a drink. Are you thirsty?” I nodded and mum slipped back into the kitchen whilst I examined this new development. # This was a strange experience. Where ever I rested my hands they were rubbing against the glossy cover. I moved from sitting on the sofa and went to lie out on my tummy in front of the screen. I rested my head in my hands and wriggled around to get comfy. Mum came back with a drink in a bottle and patted my bloated bottom and asked me to get back up on the sofa. I wasn’t sure why she needed me back but I did as I was told and she made me cradle into the crook of her arm. Then I realised she was going to feed me a bottle. I wasn’t sure about this but once she’d pressed the rubber teat to my lips I took it in. Although I started sucking immediately, and was rewarded with a spurt of lovely warm milk, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be babied like this. However, whatever resistance may have been in my head I’d soon finished the bottle with a loud burp. “Who’s a good boy” Mummy smiled and patted my huge padded bottom. “Did you enjoy that sweetie?” I wanted to say that I didn’t but that would have been a lie so I just nodded and snuggled up to mum even more. “You’re such a sweet boy Davey...” and I could tell from her sigh that she was thinking of daddy and sad he was no longer around. She turned the TV off and we hugged tightly whilst rocking me in her arms. We’ve done this on many occasions, although, as far as I could remember, never wearing such thick padding before. Relaxed in each other’s loving embrace we thought about life when daddy was with us. There was a lot of sighing and silent tears and even though it was upsetting, neither of us wanted to break our bond. Before I knew it the minutes had simply flown by and it was 8 o’clock so time for bed. I kissed mum and toddled upstairs. I was only wearing my protection but was so tired I couldn’t be bothered putting on my PJs. I crawled under the welcoming Bambi duvet, pulled teddy in with me and wriggled to get comfy in my warm bed. There were still tears in my eyes from thinking of mummy and daddy but Teddy was a good friend and his soft fur was nice and soothing where it touched my naked skin. Hugging each other for reassurance we slipped into our own dreamland. # I woke up at some point in the night on my tummy all warm and cosy and peeing into my thick nappy. I knew what I was doing but just didn’t want to move. The knowledge I’d just wet myself on purpose flittered through my mind for only a brief second before I wriggled in the vast soggy material and fell back to sleep. In the morning I discovered that wasn’t the only thing to greet the day in my protection. Mummy came in and immediately assessed the situation. “Ahh sweet-ums,” she beamed, “poopies as well as pee-pee hmmmm? I think it might be a good idea to keep you in thick nappies day and night from now on... don’t you?” “Yes mummy.” “OK then... let’s get my little boy all clean and tidy... and safe... for the rest of the day shall we?” “Thank you mummy.” ## ## ##

That evening, all four of us are playing some video games together. We’ve been drinking a little, and the double diaper that Adam put me in earlier has gotten much wetter. Unfortunately for me, the sheer thickness of it means that there is still a long way to go before it is soaked. With the short baby blue t-shirt the only thing covering up the diaper, I normally would be humiliated, but for the first time in a while, I felt completely comfortable with my friends. Eventually, Kay and Ellie leave, without even mentioning the thick state of my diaper and the extreme waddle it gives me. Most likely it is because all three of them are too preoccupied with this weekend. Kay and Adam are going to be diapered! It has now gotten much closer to bedtime, and Adam and I are watching tv. “Hey. Do you want a change before bed then?” Adam asks nonchalantly. “Well… That would be nice.” I say. “Ok. Head to your room then. I’ll come in in a sec.” He responds. I get up and waddle to my bedroom. I set a towel on my bed and lay on top of it. Adam walks in quietly and without so much as a humiliating comment, he starts to change me. “So… Gonna get one of these yourself this weekend?” I try and ask without sounding to excited. Adam just sighs. “Ellie was right. We were totally not being cool about this.” He says. I open my mouth to respond, but Adam continues, “To be honest Mike, I’d rather not talk about it right now, ok?” I shut my mouth, honoring his request. A few moments later, and Adam has finished changing me into a new diaper. A thick white overnight style diaper. I don’t complain, knowing that I have already gotten a gift today. “Well… Good night then.” Adam says. “Night.” I say, hopping into bed and pulling my covers up. Adam walks out and shuts the lights off. I try to close my eyes and go to sleep, but as I try and relax, I find myself starting to get hard. I reach down and feel myself through the diaper. It’s been days since I got off. With the diaper on, it adds a strange feeling that with each movement I make, starts to excite me more and more. I try and think of other things, too embarrassed to masturbate inside of a diaper, but each time I roll over or move at all, the tight thick diaper stimulates me, waking me up. Eventually I give in, and put my hand into the front of the diaper, trying to jack off. The tightness of the diaper makes it almost impossible, and eventually I get frustrated and pull my hand back out. Too afraid to take the diaper off or mess with the tapes, I decide to just rub the outside of the diaper as best I can, and within moments, the excitement has built up and I am furiously rubbing it. A few minutes pass, and I am essentially humping the diaper, sweating and moaning a little bit. I feel it coming and then climax, spurting into the diaper. It’s like nothing I have ever felt as wave after wave of pleasure pass through me. I lay back in bed, exhausted. Then the humiliation sets in. What did I just do? I feel hot with humiliation as the idea of seeing myself, furiously humping my diaper goes through my mind, but for some reason, it starts to excite me again. I try my best to put it out of my mind, and soon, I am fast asleep. The next morning, I am woken up early by my bladder. Still laying in bed, I let loose, flooding the diaper. The warmth spreads to the back of the diaper almost immediately, and the sound of the hissing is easily heard in the silence of the morning. The feeling of the warmth slowly spreading excites me again, but I push that feeling from my brain and try my best to fall back asleep. I wake up a few hours later to the sound of the shower. Adam must be up. I get up and walk out to the kitchen to grab some water. I drink it and sit down on the couch with my phone, mindlessly browsing the internet. “Hey man.” Adam says, as he walks in just wearing the towel. He goes to the fridge and grabs a soda. “Morning.” I respond, still on my phone. “Wanna go shopping with me later?” Adam asks, “I figured we should stock up since Kay and Ellie will be staying here for the whole weekend.” “Yeah sure.” I respond, not really looking up. “I could use some stuff.” “Sweet. I’ll go get dressed and we can head out in a bit. Need a change?” Adam asks. “I dunno, I’m probably good for now.” I respond, still immersed in my phone. “Ok.” Adam says. “You wanna shower before we go?” I finally look up from my phone to think about it. “Nah.. I’m good I think.” I say, just wanting to be lazy and browse my phone. “Alright whatever. I’ll be ready in a few if you wanna get dressed then.” Adam says. “Alright.” I say, going back to my phone. I hear Adam walk back to his room. After another minute, I get up and walk to my room. I grab a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. I put them on and head back out. Adam is waiting in the kitchen. “Alright, let’s go then. We need to hit up the grocery store and a liquor store, and then I was thinking about heading to the mall for this new video game I heard about.” Adam says. “Sounds good to me.” I respond. “Let’s get out of here.” We open up the door and walk out. I have now gotten so comfortable in the diapers, that I barely notice the squishy squelch as I walk, but as we go down the stairs, we pass Mrs. Nance, who is on her way up. “Well hey there neighbors!” She says, cheerfully. “Hey Nance.” I respond. “Going out?” She asks. “We are just going shopping for some stuff.” Adam says. “You are going out as well, Mike?” Nance asks. “Yeah, why do you ask?” I respond. “Well… Maybe it’s not my place, but you kind of… stink.” Nance responds, then whispers, “like diapers…” I blush furiously. Adam laughs. “That’s what I said!” Adam says. “You did not!” I say. “I think I hinted at you pretty strong to take a shower dude. You were just staring at your phone!” Adam says. “Well!” I respond, frustrated and embarrassed. “I’m going to go take one!” I finally say, running back upstairs. As I go back, I hear the two of them laughing and talking. I run back inside and head to the bathroom. “Adam could’ve been more straightforward.” I say to myself, furiously stripping down to the diaper and then ripping it off, tossing it in the trash. I hop in the shower and wash off, making sure to soap twice. I finish up and step out of the shower. I wrap the towel around me and walk out. “Hey man, sorry to laugh, it was kind of funny though.” Adam says. “You’re gonna be in one of them soon enough Adam.” I say, still kind of embarrassed. Adam blushes and looks at his feet, hurt. “Yeah well…” He says. I realize I may have hurt his feelings. “Sorry, it’s just… ugh… embarrassing. I can’t believe I didn’t realize.” “No no no.” Adam says. “It’s my fault. I should’ve told you more directly. Anyway, let’s get you into a fresh one and head out.” “Sounds good to me.” I say, smiling. We head to my bedroom and Adam puts a new diaper on, slightly thinner than the others and less crinkly. I put on a new pair of clothes and we walk out again. This time, Nance is just leaving her apartment. “All taken care of?” Nance asks, a wry smile on her face. I blush again. “You bet.” Adam says. “I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much earlier kiddo, but hey, it’s better I tell you now than someone at the store notices.” Nance says. “Yeah.. Thanks.” I say, trying not to make eye contact. Mrs. Nance looks at Adam. “Still a little touchy about it, huh?” Nance says. “I’ll keep that in mind,” Adam smiles, “Yeah, but thanks for letting us know.” “Well you boys have a good shopping trip then. I’m sure I’ll see you around the building.” Nance says, walking off. We bid her farewell, and we are finally on our way. We arrive at the liquor store first, stocking up on loads of beer and hard liquor for a weekend full of partying and drinking. Then we head to the grocery store for all of the food that we will need. While there, I feel the need to go to the bathroom and let loose in the diaper, making sure to be in a quiet part of the store when I let loose. Then we head to the mall. We stop in the food court and grab some food first, then head to the electronics store for Adam’s video game. I am browsing stuff there while Adam looks around at all the games. Again, I feel the need to go, and since the store is quiet, without much hesitation, I let loose in the diaper for the second time. After a few minutes, Adam finds the game he was looking for and we go to checkout. The cashier rings him up and we start to walk out of the store. As we walk away, the cashier says, “Hey, dude, you sat in water or something.” I turn around and see the cashier pointing at my jeans. I try and look, but it’s hard to tell, then I feel the tell tale sign of wetness on the back of my legs. “Oh shit.” Adam says. “Crap.” I mutter. The diaper leaked from the lower part of the butt section at some point, and now two large wet spots were growing on my pants. I look at Adam embarrassed and a little scared. “Let’s just go home real quick.” He says, trying to show me sympathy. I nod, now too embarrassed for words. That’s when the smell of very wet diaper hits both of us. If we stay here any longer, the cashier and everyone around will absolutely know what happened. We walk briskly out of the store, each step of mine now reminding me of the squishy undergarment that is leaking into my pants. Thankfully, it seems as if no one notices as we make our way back through the long winding mall out to the parking lot and to Adam’s car. “Hold on dude. Don’t get in yet.” Adam says. “What? C’mon, let’s go!” I say urgently. “Just… Let me put down something on my seat.” He says. I sigh angrily. “Just… Hurry up.” I say. Adam grabs a blanket from his trunk and lays it out on the passenger side. I sit down and we head home. We walk up the stairs and once again, Mrs. Nance is walking down. “Well hey! Fancy running into you here!” She laughs. “Sorry guys, just doing laundry today, so I’ve gotta make lots of trips to the basement for the washer.” “Heh yeah.” I say, trying to sneak past her. “Whoa there, what happened?” Nance says, pointing to my pants. “Isn’t it obvious?!” I say, angrily, huffing past Mrs. Nance, furious and humiliated beyond belief. I run to the apartment, leaving Adam behind to apologize to Mrs. Nance. I get inside, and quickly strip everything off, even the completely soaked diaper that clearly wasn’t meant for multiple wettings. I toss it in the trash angrily and sit down on my bed, tears now coming down my face. I hear the front door open, and Adam emptying out the groceries and other things. A few minutes later, Adam knocks lightly on the door. “Hey man… I’m really sorry that happened.” He says. “Yeah… Well..” I respond, still not completely calmed down. “We just shouldn’t use those old diapers at all. They suck.” “No shit.” I say. “I’ll just throw them out.” Adam responds, grabbing the pack of thin diapers and tossing them in the trash. “Why is it always Msr. Nance?” I ask to myself, humiliated that once again, Mrs. Nance kept being reminded of my humiliated state. “Maybe it’s a good thing that it’s always her?” Adam says. “What the hell are you talking about?” I say. “It’s the WORST that it’s her!” “Well hold on. We’ve had a few incidences now, at the book store that time, then when we were bringing up the packages, and now at the electronics store. The only person that actually noticed was Mrs. Nance. Imagine if that cashier actually figured out what was going on, or someone else at the mall. We could’ve seen anyone! An old teacher, who knows? But each time, it’s just Mrs. Nance, and she clearly doesn’t care at all! So I think, it’s a blessing in disguise. Mrs. Nance keeps saving you by being the person to realize what you’re wearing!” Adam says, almost excitedly. I sigh and think for a second. “I dunno… I mean, she’s our neighbor.” I respond. “Even better! Think! She saved you from going out while reeking of diapers today! If we’d gone out like that, everyone we walked past would’ve either knew that you were wearing diapers, or they would’ve thought that you had literally just pissed your pants. I mean, Mrs. Nance saved you.” Adam reasons. “I guess…” I say hesitantly. “She did.” Adam retorts. “And you should honestly apologize to her.” “What?!” I say. “You should apologize for yelling at her!” Adam says. “Wasn’t very nice. She was just being friendly with us, even if she was a little abrupt.” “No way.” I say. Adam stands up. “Yes way.” He says firmly. I look at him, now annoyed. “No.” I say. “You can either apologize now, or the first thing I’m telling Ellie when she gets here is that you removed your diaper on your own TWICE today.” Adam says. “That’s literally one of the only rules right now, and you broke it twice today, by taking your diaper off on your own.” I gulp nervously. He’s got me there. I sigh angrily, “Fine! Whatever, I’ll apologize, just… don’t go tatling to Ellie.” Adam smiles victoriously, “Good, now let’s get you changed.” I sigh, but lay down obediently. A few wipes, some powder, lotion, and a diaper later, I’m padded in one of the plain white, thick diapers. I get up and put on my third pair of normal clothes for the day, and at Adam’s insistence, walk across the hall to Mrs. Nance’s. Humiliated, I knock on the door. It opens up. “Oh hey there Mike!” Mrs. Nance says. “Sorry about earlier, I was just—” “No, I should apologize.” I interrupt. “I didn’t mean to yell at you, I was just a little embarrassed.” “Awe.” Mrs. Nance says, “That is very sweet of you, kiddo.” She reaches her hand out and playfully rubs the top of my head. Inwardly, I groan. Is this chick for real? “Yeah well… Sorry.” I say. “Thanks.” She says. “Do you want to come in for a minute? I’ve got some hot water on for tea. Chamomile, my favorite.” “Um…” I hesitate, not wanting to go in, but not wanting to offend her. “Sure.” She gestures for me to come in. I walk in and her apartment is a mirror image of my own, only cleaner with much classier decorations. Mrs. Nance walks to the kitchen where a pot of water is on the stove. She grabs two matching mugs from the cupboard and pours some hot water, then adding a tea bag. “I hope you don’t mind a tea bag. I’m not real fancy with my tea, like some people.” She says. “Oh no, that’s fine.” I say. “Your apartment is pretty nice.” “Same as yours, just in reverse!” She laughs. “I spose I take good care of it though.” I laugh. “Better than us, that’s for sure.” We keep talking for a bit, making small talk about the building and our other neighbors. Then Mrs. Nance gets quiet for a moment, looking at me curiously. “So, how long have you had your condition?” She asks. I gulp. What to say now? What was most believable? “Well…” I hesitate for several moments, thinking of the best way to respond. “My whole life I guess.” I lie. “Wow. Must be tough.” She responds. “Yeah.” I say awkwardly, supping on my tea, desperately wishing for her to change the subject. “And is it… Well…” Mrs. Nance pauses awkwardly. “Number two as well?” I almost choke on my tea, but eventually get out a sentence. “No no no.” I say. “Really? Because I could’ve swore that I smelled it the other day.” Mrs. Nance says, almost accusatorily. “Well… That was…” I stutter. “I mean…” She clearly wasn’t joking. She must have smelled that messy one I’d had. I sigh and just say it. “Yeah, it’s for number two as well.” “Oof.” Mrs. Nance says. “Must be tough. What is the condition actually called?” Mrs. Nance asks, now starting to sound like a suspicious cross-examiner. “You know, I’d really rather not talk about it.” I say awkwardly. “Of course, of course.” Mrs. Nance says. “Just seems like a rare thing is all.” “Not as rare as you might think.” I respond curtly. “Thank you for the tea Mrs. Nance, I think I will head out now.” “Of course kiddo. Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I’m just a curious gal is all.” She says, smiling again. “Yeah. No problem.” I say, standing up and walking back to the door. “Well, have a good one Nance.” I say, waving goodbye. “Bye kiddo.” Mrs. Nance says, shutting the door behind me. I walk back into our apartment across the hall. I walk in. Adam is on the couch and has the tv on. As I walk in, he mutes it. “How’d it go?” He asks. “Fine.” I say. “You apologized?” Adam asks. “Yeah man, now can you just drop it? Aren’t Kay and Ellie going to get here soon?” I change the subject. “Any minute.” Adam responds. “Oh, you should probably take off your clothes at least. Don’t want either of them to think you’ve broken the rules, right?” “Yeah I guess not.” I say, walking to my room. There, I strip down into just the diaper and walk back out. Adam and I sit on the couch and watch tv for a minute, when there is a knock on the door. I quickly grab a blanket to cover up with as Adam goes and opens it. Ellie and Kay are there, each one with a small duffel bag. “Hey guys, how’s it going?” Ellie says, setting her bag down in the kitchen. “Not bad.” I reply. “You ready for this thing?” Ellie asks. “Oh yeah. Adam and I got all the shopping taken care of, so we are set for this.” I say. “Sweet. Where should we put our bags?” Ellie asks. “I don’t know. We only have the two bedrooms and one couch, so someone will either have to be on the floor or sharing a bed.” I reply. “I figured. It’s no problem.” Ellie says. “I’ll just leave it here for now.” “Sounds good.” I say. I grin, noticing that Adam and Kay haven’t said anything yet. “C’mon you two, why so quiet?” I tease. “Oh shut it.” Kay says, annoyed. Ellie gives her a dirty look, and Kay goes quiet. “I am so looking forward to this.” I say evilly. “Well you better look forward to the end of the weekend when you have to pick new rules out of the hat. I have been racking my brain for good ones. So just you wait.” Kay responds. “Whatever. I don’t care about that at all.” I say, trying to hide my fear. “Ok, enough bickering you two.” Ellie says. “Let’s go get you changed Kay.” “What?! Why do I have to go first?” Kay asks angrily. “Because you are the biggest whiner.” Ellie responds, smiling a little. Kay rolls her eyes. “Hmph. Am not.” “See?” Ellie responds. “Whatever.” Kay says, a little embarrassed. “Well I still get to pick out Mike’s outfit first then.” Kay says, clearly trying to delay for as long as possible. “Fine. Go pick one out.” Ellie says, exasperated. Kay happily walks to my bedroom, grinning at me as she goes past. “You only have five minutes though!” Ellie adds as Kay leaves. “Fine!” Kay says as she shuts the door behind her. Ellie and I exchange a look. “Looking good by the way.” Ellie says, nodding at me. It’s then that I remember that all I am wearing is the diaper. I blush. “Thanks… I guess.” I respond. “I mean, your body, not the… uhh.” Ellie tries to cover. “You’ve kept up my workout routine. That’s all I’m getting at.” I laugh. “Yeah I figured that’s what you meant.” I go and sit down on the couch and turn on the tv. Ellie and Adam talk in the kitchen for a minute, and eventually, more than five minutes later, Kay comes back out. “Ok guys, I think you are going to love it.” She says, holding something behind her back. “Just show it.” I say, annoyed. “Fine fine.” Kay says, eagerly holding up the outfit. It is a soft white t-shirt with a large image of a cartoonish wet diaper on the front, but as I look closer, I see that the t-shirt is more of a belly shirt, clearly designed to come down just above the bellybutton. She is also carrying a baby blue piece of fabric that looks very thick. “It’s a wet diaper belly shirt, and some sort of thick cloth-diaper-cover-thing. And the perfect color for our little baby.” Kay is grinning. “But this is the best part.” She says, holding up a pacifier with a long clip hanging from it. “A pacifier! With a clip for your shirt!” Kay laughs. “Where did this even come from Adam?” I close my eyes. “My god. What an awful outfit.” I think to myself. “But it’ll be worth it to see her in wet diapers just like me.” “Wow.” Ellie says, clearly surprised. “That. Is… something else.” “Just.. let’s get this over with.” I say. “Alright then baby boy!” Kay says, walking over with the clothes. “Hold your horses there Kay.” Ellie says. “I’ll do the dressing, understood?” “What? But I picked it out!” Kay responds, clearly disappointed. “I don’t care, I am in charge for the weekend.” Ellie responds. “I can put it on myself, you know.” I say, a little annoyed. “I don’t care, I am in charge for the weekend.” Ellie says again. “But—” Kay and I both start to argue. “I am in charge for the weekend.” Ellie says again, more firmly. “Stop arguing and just do what she says.” Adam finally says. “Fine.” Kay and I both say. “Good. Now Mike, arms up.” Ellie says, grabbing the outfit from Kay. I do as told, and a few moments later, the humiliating belly shirt is on. The shirt leaves everything visible, not even coming down to the belly button. Then Ellie grabs the diaper cover. I step into it and Ellie slides it up, covering the disposable diaper. Thankfully, the diaper is covered, but it is still so obvious what I am wearing, and the added thickness of the cover means that my walk is about to turn into a full-blown waddle. Finally, Ellie clips the pacifier onto the shirt, letting it hang down like a humiliating necklace. I am red in the face as Ellie stands back to admire her handiwork. “Well Kay, it is quite the outfit.” Ellie says. Kay can barely contain her laughter. “I was so happy when I found that pacifier. It’s so big too!” “Alright enough.” I say, my face reddening even more. “Ellie, it’s time for Kay to get diapered.” “I couldn’t have said it better.” Ellie says. “C’mon Kay.” Kay tries her best to argue, but Ellie is having none of it as she drags Kay to my bedroom. I follow along, but as Ellie gets there, she turns to me. “I think we will have some privacy for the first change.” Ellie says. “What?!” I respond angrily. “I didn’t get any!” “I know, but… just… have a little courtesy, she doesn’t have to let me do this.” Ellie responds. I sigh. “Fine. Fine.” I say, turning and waddling back to the living room. Ellie closes the door. “You aren’t going to watch?” Adam asks. “Ellie says she gets privacy for the first change.” I respond, disappointed. Adam sighs in relief. “Well thank goodness for that.” “I didn’t get privacy for my first change!” I say, annoyed. “Yeah, well… We were all kind of drunk, so..” Adam says. “That doesn’t mean anything!” I say. “Just remember Mike. We are doing this because we are your friends. Neither of us have to.” Adam says. “If we didn’t want to do it, like, really really didn’t want to, then there’s nothing you could do to make us. So enough with the pointed jabs and stuff, ok?” I sigh. “I know. Fine. I’ll try and be nicer. It’s just, Kay hasn’t exactly been nice to me during all of this, so it’s nice to see her down a peg or two.” “I know. Kay has been a jerk. You can say it. Ellie and I are working on her. Trust me.” Adam responds. It’s at this moment that we hear some shouting from my bedroom. Mostly unintelligible, but occasionally, as clear as day, we can hear Kay shouting “No! No way!” I get up and walk closer to the bedroom to hear, but by the time I do, the yelling has stopped. From outside the door, I can’ t make out individual words now, but Ellie is clearly talking slowly and deliberately. After a few moments of silence I hear some light movement, and then clear as day, Ellie saying, “There. That wasn’t so hard. Let’s go.” I quickly run back to the living room, not wanting to get caught snooping. I hear the door open and Ellie walks in smiling, she is blocking the hallway, preventing us from seeing Kay, then she opens her mouth “Ok! Ladies and gentlemen!” She says, as if she were a gameshow host. “I present to you! Baby Kay!” Then Ellie turns to the side, and holds her arms out, showing us Kay. Adam and I immediately start laughing. Ellie has dressed Kay up in a onesie! “I hate this.” Kay says, humiliated, but smiling in good sport. The onesie is a soft yellow color with no designs, but just the word “CUTIE” written across the chest. It was obvious as well that Ellie had made Kay remove her bra. With Kay’s small stature, it makes her look ridiculously like a baby girl. The diaper is clearly apparent through the soft, slightly see-through fabric of the onesie, and Kay’s legs are forced apart by the thickness. I felt a stirring inside my diaper at the sight. She was so cute! After a few more moments of Adam and I laughing, we start to die down. That’s when Kay finally tries to walk into the living room. Then the laughing starts all over again. Kay is so clearly uncomfortable wearing the diaper, and the thickness of the diaper makes her waddle so much worse than I’ve had to. That, and seeing bratty Kay humiliated in such a way makes me so happy. Kay turns bright red again as she sits on the couch next to me, grabbing a blanket to cover up. “Laugh all you want Adam, you’re next!” Kay says, trying to regain some composure. “Alright alright.” Adam says, still laughing a bit. “C’mon Ellie, let’s get this over with.” Adam stands up and walks to the bedroom. Ellie follows along, and we hear the door close behind them. Kay and I sit in silence for a few moments, just watching the commercials on tv. Then Kay finally speaks up. “How do you wear these?” She asks. “What do you mean?” I say, confused. “I mean, this is so uncomfortable.” She says. “I can barely walk, and they are so loud, I can’t move without being reminded!” “Oh it’s not that bad. I got used to it pretty quick I guess.” I respond. “Honestly, at this point, I barely think about it.” “Really?” Kay responds, surprised. “That’s hard to believe.” “It’s true. Even when they’re wet, it’s like… I dunno. They’re fine. It’s mostly the same except they are warmer.” I say, trying to explain the feeling more. “Oh don’t even start with me on that.” Kay says, scrunching her face. “I am not looking forward to that at all.” “Yeah…” I say. “It’s really hard to actually… go… in them. At least at first.” “At first?” Kay responds. “Yeah. I mean, at first I had to work really hard to go in them, but now, I can do it whenever. It’s actually not that bad.” I say. “I barely think about it anymore.” “That’s crazy!” Kay says. “it’s only been like… A week!” “Well trust me, it gets easier.” I say. “And it’s not all bad. The feeling of getting a fresh one on after being in a wet or messy one for a while is the best feeling in the world.” After I say that, I blush, realizing what I just said. “I mean… Not like I like them… It’s just… Well, you know.” “I’ll take your word for it I think.” Kay says. “The fabric on this onesie is really soft though, so at least that’s something.” “Yeah. All the stuff is really soft. Even the diapers aren’t too bad. Some of the other ones with designs are like… the softest things.” I say. “By the way, what kind did Ellie give you?” “Kind of what?” Kay asks. “The diaper. What kind?” “Oh. I don’t know.” She says. “Can I see?” I ask. Kay blushes. “I guess it’s only fair.” Then she lifts the blanket off and undoes the snaps on the bottom of the onesie. She lifts up the flaps, revealing a very thick pink diaper. “Hmm. I don’t think I’ve had that one yet.” I say. I hadn’t even realized that they’d gotten me such… girly diapers. Kay quickly pulls the onesie back down and does the snaps. “Huh. I guess there are quite a few kinds back there.” “Yeah. It seems like my entire closet is now just a place for diapers and weird outfits.” I respond. “No kidding. It’s floor to ceiling in there.” “I wonder what Adam will be wearing.” I respond, imagining it in my head. Kay laughs. “It’ll be quite a sight, I’m sure.” We both laugh. We keep talking for a few minutes, then we hear the door open, and Ellie walks in, again blocking the doorway. “You ready to meet the new Adam?” Ellie says excitedly. “So ready!” I say. “Then here he is!” Ellie says, moving aside to reveal Adam in all his glory. Adam is wearing a pair of jean shortalls, with a soft striped onesie on underneath. Compared to our outfits, Adam’s is quite modest, hiding the diaper, except for telltale bulges in certain parts. “What?” Kay says, disappointed. “That’s hardly even babyish at all!” “Yeah!” I say, echoing Kay’s sentiment. “Well, Adam wasn’t as babyish as you were, Kay, so I let him pick his out himself.” Ellie says. “From a few options I picked of course.” “That is so unfair!” Kay responds. “Well” Adam says. “Maybe if you behaved like an adult, you would get to pick your outfit!” “Humph.” Kay says, crossing her arms in disappointment. “What kind of diaper is it?” I ask. “It’s the same kind that Kay has on.” Ellie responds. “Nice.” I say, smiling. At least that was different. Adam and Kay had girly pink diapers. At least mine was just plain white. Adam walks over and sits down on the couch next to Kay and I. That is when Ellie let’s out a strange squeal of delight. We all look at her, confused. “Aww! All of my diaper friends together on the couch!” She says, “So cute!” I can feel as all three of us blush in embarrassment. “C’mon Ellie… Enough of that.” Adam says, his cheeks flushing. “Sorry, it’s just adorable.” Ellie says, sitting on the recliner. “Sure sure.” Adam says. “Now that all of that business is taken care of, let’s start the weekend!” Hey everyone! Thanks for reading, as always. I love to hear from you, so let me know what you think! Hopefully, I'll be able to find some time during these crazy weeks to actually get this story finished. Anyway, stay safe!

Elise is just an old lady living at home with her cat when a bad storm comes through town. She thinks little of it until she sees a younger woman struggling in the adverse elements and decides she must help. This story was commissioned by RoboNarples. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the support of all my patrons. For $5 a month you can see every story update I write a week before anyone else and for $10 a month you get the early access plus access to TWENTY-SIX EXCLUSIVE STORIES only available to patrons. There are more rewards and tiers available and all can be seen on my Patreon page. Any and all support is very appreciated https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Elise’s Guest By Elfy The rain was lashing against the windows. The sky was streaked with lightning and it didn’t look like it was going to let up any time soon. The old house creaked as a strong gust of wind blew against the walls. At a time when modern buildings were popping up everywhere this old building seemed like an oddity. It was small and filled with all the things you would associate with your grandparents. Outdated technology, cosy rugs and furniture and lots of photos. Elise walked down the creaky stairs with her cat at her heels. At sixty-five years old Elise wasn’t as spry as she used to be but she was still able to take care of her house without an issue. Her children had grown up and left home whilst her husband had unfortunately passed away a few years prior. At 5’7” Elise wasn’t particularly tall and she had grown a little plump as she aged. She wouldn’t describe herself as overweight but she certainly wasn’t thin either. The storm had interrupted her quiet reading time and she was now heading downstairs to turn on the old television. “Careful, Trevor.” Elise said with a slightly shaking voice as the cat darted in front of her and threatened to trip her up. Just as Elise reached the bottom of the stairs there was a flash from outside and then a loud crackle of thunder that seemed to be from directly overhead. The cat let out a startled meow before darting into the living room. Elise looked up to the small window at the top of her front door and shivered, the cold weather sent a chill down her body despite the comfort of the room. “Silly thing!” Elise shook her head and chuckled at her cat, “Trevor, it’s just loud noise. It can’t hurt you.” Elise walked across the hallway and into the living room. The fireplace opposite the doorway was more a decorative piece since the central heating had been installed but it was on evenings like this that Elise liked to light it up and sit on the couch doing a puzzle. She turned to face the large window to the outside world and saw Trevor hiding underneath the small table beneath it, his large feline eyes looking out wildly. “You’re OK, Trevor.” Elise said softly as she walked across the room, “Look, it’s just a storm.” Elise reached down and picked up her scared cat. She opened the curtain a little and looked out the window with Trevor in her arms. The rain was driving at the glass and branches were bending with the strong winds that periodically lashed against the building. “See, nothing wro-” Elise stopped mid-sentence. In the stormy darkness Elise could see the silhouette of a woman. The woman’s back was bent against the wind but she didn’t look like she was making much progress as she tried to walk up the road. Elise squinted her eyes just as the shadowed person lurched sideways into her bush. She slowly pulled herself out but something definitely seemed wrong. Elise couldn’t take her eyes off the mysterious person and she was just wondering if she should try to help when they suddenly fell to the ground right in front of the gate. Elise gasped in shock and let go of Trevor who landed on his four paws and scurried back under the table. Elise hurried as fast as she was able to the front door. She opened it up and immediately got hit by a wall of water as the rain blew in towards her. A strong wind rattled down the hallway and blew some papers on a nearby table to the floor. Elise shielded her eyes from the rain and hurried out into the garden without even putting any shoes on. The rain was coming down so hard and the wind howling so loudly that it was difficult to hear anything else. Elise splashed threw the puddles on the short path before opening her small metal gate. The woman came into focus now and the light from the hallway allowed Elise to see who she was dealing with. The collapsed woman looked young. Elise didn’t think she could be beyond her early twenties and she was very pretty, her skin was almost ghostly white and although she was conscious she looked up at Elise silently. Her long golden hair was draped half over her face and half her face was lying in a very shallow puddle. She had a backpack on that looked absolutely soaked through. “Come on, dear.” Elise had to shout to be heard over the weather, “Let’s get you inside.” Elise started trying to get the woman up and after a little bit of effort she found the stranger able to lean on her as they walked towards the house. “What are you doing out here?” Elise asked as they passed under the porch and crossed into the house, “What’s your name?” “Em… Emily…” The woman breathed weakly. Elise helped Emily into the living room and laid her down on the couch. She went back and closed the front door before returning to the living room to find Emily had apparently fallen asleep. She had tried taking her backpack off and it hung loosely from one arm. Now that Elise could get a better look at Emily she was able to make a better assessment of her new guest. Emily looked even prettier in the full light of the living room, her soft features reminded Elise a lot of her own daughter. Elise checked the woman’s pulse and found that her heart was beating quite quickly, it seemed like she was sick in some way. Trevor, unable to ignore his curiosity, walked cautiously towards the couch to nervously sniff the new intruder. “Get away, Trevor. Let the poor girl rest.” Elise shooed the cat away. Elise was strong for her age and she managed to get Emily’s arm over her shoulder and start walking her towards the stairs. Trevor followed them until a fresh clap of thunder caused the feline to dart for his hiding spot under the table again. “W-What are you doing?” Emily’s eyes only half-opened. “You’re sick.” Elise replied as she turned the young woman to the stairs, “I’m taking you to the guest bedroom for some rest.” “No… I shouldn’t…” Emily’s voice was very quiet, “I need to get back to my dorm.” “Where is this dorm?” Elise asked, “Because if it’s any further away than the end of the street I’m not sure you’re going to make it.” Emily seemed to slacken a little in Elise’s arms. The older woman sighed as she continued to manhandle her guest up and towards the spare bedroom. This girl needed some very special care and treatment, Elise was confident that she could help this girl to relax and recover. Elise practically dragged Emily down the landing and to the last door at the end of the hallway. Elise turned the dusty handle and helped Emily inside, she swayed dangerously as Elise let go of her. This wasn’t a room Elise went in often and she hoped Emily would understand what an honour it was for her to be let in here, no other visitor would be allowed in. “What… What is this?” Emily asked as she looked around with her half-closed eyes. “This was my daughter’s room.” Elise replied with a wide smile, “My little princess loved to come in here when she was unwell, even when she got a bit older and had moved to the other bedroom. Zoe spent many weeks in her special room.” “I… I… I can’t…” Emily swayed dramatically and she took a couple of steps to the side to lean against the wall. Elise barely noticed Emily’s trouble staying vertical as she looked around at the room. The walls were a pastel pink with a frieze running around them about a third of the way up. Steam trains were stencilled just above the white frieze and cartoon animals ran below it. The window on the far side of the room was covered by white net curtains, the rain lashing against the window sounded even louder in the otherwise silent room. To the side of the window was a large white make-up desk and chair. The mirror was ringed with lightbulbs as if it was owned by a Hollywood starlet. The top of the desk and the drawers were still filled with make-up from the last time Elise’s daughter had used the room all those years ago. Elise only came in here when she had very special visitors, she never liked to touch anything if she didn’t have to. Along the wall with the door a bed sat. It was very old-fashioned but that fit the décor of the rest of the house. The four-post bed was made of a dark wood but the pillowcases and sheets were all pink. The duvet had a large picture of a fantasy castle and a princess on it. The other things in the room looked a little more expected. There was a bookshelf full of children’s books and a chest of drawers next to the door to the closet. All together the room looked like it would be appropriate for a young girl. “Let’s get you undressed.” Elise said in a kindly manner as she walked over to where Emily was leaning. “I can do it…” Emily said but she offered no resistance as Elise started to remove her soaking jacket. Elise took the jacket from the young woman and dropped it on to the floor. She pulled her shirt over her head leaving her with just a bra on her top half. As Elise stripped Emily down she muttered small platitudes and encouragements. The older woman could see Emily’s cheeks blushing a light shade of pink but she made no effort to stop the undressing. She didn’t seem able to resist the old lady. Emily’s pants came off next leaving the exhausted woman in just her underwear. Elise thought the college student looked a little thin and resolved to fatten her up a bit as she helped her recover from whatever was wrong. Elise decided that Emily hadn’t been looking after herself properly but that was alright because Elise knew just how to help young women like this. It had always worked on her daughter after all and her mother had done the same thing for her when she was a child as well. Elise reached around Emily and unclipped her bra. It slid down her arms and the breasts within drooped ever so slightly as the bra came down. Elise pulled it away and dropped it with the rest of the clothes. “Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Elise said softly as she noticed Emily tremble slightly, “We’re nearly done and you can get into bed. I have some lovely medicine for you. You’ll feel like a new person in no time.” Elise reached down and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Emily’s panties. The soaked underwear was gently slid down and Elise was soon able to see all of Emily’s most intimate parts. She was unsurprised to see she was completely hairless between her legs, which seemed to be the fashion with young women these days. Once Elise had managed to unhook the panties from Emily’s feet she pulled back the covers on the bed to allow Emily to climb in. Elise smiled warmly as Emily seemed to sink into the soft bedding, her face was red but a smile crossed her lips as her head hit the pillow. “I’ll be right back.” Elise said softly. Elise left the room and hurried down to her kitchen. She opened the drawer which contained all of her medicine and sifted through it looking for one thing in particular. Once she found the small bottle she poured a small about in a glass and then topped it up with some milk, she stirred it in and then carried it back up to the bedroom. She found that Emily was already falling asleep. “Here you go, sweetie.” Elise handed the glass to Elise who sat up a little. “What is it?” Emily asked weakly. She was already feeling a little stronger than when she had first stumbled in. “Just some medicine to help you feel better.” Elise said in a motherly way, “Drink up.” Elise smiled as Emily put the glass to her lips and gave it a smell. Clearly she didn’t find anything offensive about the medicine-laced milk as she quickly downed the whole glass. It worked very quickly and within a few minutes Emily was lying down and drifting off into sleep. “Sweet dreams, baby.” Elise whispered. Elise kissed Emily on the forehead before finally leaving her bedside. She needed to prepare some things if she was going to properly rehabilitate this unfortunate woman. In Elise’s mind there was only one thing a wayward woman like this needed.

We're all about keeping BM easy elimination, right? Fiber makes us go. Feels good. Pooping is an easy effort and smooth . Now add some fiber loading and it's more of a good thing. Maybe a great thing. For wearing diapers, pooping with fiber is the ultimate. For example, I used about 3 to 4 days of fiber loading. I'd been filling my diapers for two days. I changed day 1 but I'd been on the new diaper for near 20 hours later. I'd been eating for a ton of good food. About a pound of artichoke, brown and wild rice, a bunch of peas and ate even more vegetables. In the end, I filled my already poopy diapered. My tummy was feeling the pressure. The urging hit me slow but with progression. We all know what happened. An enormous, soft pooping. Huge! Slowly I felt a mighty surge, filling my diaper and finally relaxed. With all the fiber stuffed in my belly, I knew there would be another messing every 4 hours or so. That's how we do it. Days of fiber loading makes us, well...happy.

(The story is an old one I wrote a few years back that was lost, the image is fan art by that1guyfromschool on DA) Carissa paced nervously in front of the door. Again and again she glanced out the window, both nervous and excited for his arrival. When would he be here?A blue van pulled into the driveway. She stopped pacing and stared. A tall man, well built with black hair climbed out of the driver’s seat. He was wearing black pants and a dark collared shirt and carried a duffle bag. He was here.He approached the door. Carissa glanced down at her outfit. She wore a short pink skirt and a t-shirt with flowers on it. She hoped it would be infantile enough.Carissa was an undercover police officer, who worked from time to time as a spy with several less than regular organizations.. Her short stature and slight build, combined with a babyish face with innocent blue eyes and curly blond hair made here the perfect candidate for her next mission. She had to get on the good side of a particular drug dealer with an interesting twist. That twist was that he was a known abdl enthusiast, and ran several day cares where he played ‘games’ with visitors (how willing they were was uncertain) and kept a close group of his favorite babies around him. Carissa had never heard of this behaviour before, and had hired a friend… well, an aquatints… to help.The man knocked on the door, and Sarah opened nervously. “He… hello Brandon,” she said “thank you for coming.”He smiled at her and pinched her cheek like a child, making her blush. “Hello Cari. It’s my pleasure. I’m glad you came to your senses and called me. I think your cover story about spy work is hilarious by the way.” He strode into the house and set down his bag. “Now, let’s get started immediately. I trust you followed my instructions?”She blushed and went to the table behind her. She picked up a package and handed it to him, shaking as she did. He studied the package and frowned.“Really? Depends?”“You said to get diapers. Isn’t this what you meant?”Brandon sighed. “Cari, read this package.” He pointed at the words “adult protective underwear” on the bag. “Are you an adult?” She stared at him with eyes wide, uncertain of what to say. He answered for her. “No, you are not. You are a little baby. You don’t need protective underwear, you need baby diapers. You would leak right through these and you should know that.”Carissa laughed “Well its not like I’ll actually be using them, right? It’s just for show.”Brandon stared at her in disbelief.“Isn’t it?” Carissa asked quietly.“Did you do any research into this at all?”“ummm…well I…”“Really? What are the most popular brands of abdl diapers? What is a sissy baby? What are the best known sites? What is FTT and who is Robbie? Did I not tell you to learn everything you could?”“I’m sorry sir.”“Alright alirght… First of all, its ‘Daddy’, not sir. Second of all it is fine, I thought you might do this and came prepared. But I can’t let this go unpunished. Pull down your pants.”“WHAT? I… uhh…” Carissa realized this was inevitable, and took down her jeans. Brandon examined her bright red underwear.“These are far to matured for you.” Brandon grabbed a pair of scissors and cut them off, making her gasp. “Here is what is going to happen. First, start sucking your thumb.” Carissa obeyed quickly, at least that she had expected. “You will stand in your room with your pants down, facing the corner and sucking your thumb. I need to get some things ready. You will wait there for your spanking and not move. Go!”Carissa waddled off as fast as the pants around her ankles would allow, wondering if he was serious about spanking her. She stood facing the wall, afraid to move. Minutes passed by slowly as she wondered what was going on. What was he going to make her wear, if not the depends? She sucked her thumb nervously, uncertain if he was even doing anything or just waiting to see if she would disobey him. She was answered when she heard a quiet “good girl” behind her. How had he snuck up on her like that? A few more minutes passed.Finnally he entered the room with his bag, took her by her free hand and turned her around. He sat down on her bed and patted his lap. “Now, on my knee.” Carissa turned to sit on his lap like she imagined a baby doing, still sucking her thumb. “No no silly girl, you haven’t earned that privilege yet.” Brandon grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her to her side, then pulled her stomach down over his lap. Carissa realized her bare bottom was in the air, waiting for a spanking.SMACK! The first blow shocked Carissa, ending her train of thought. SMACK! OW! She hadn’t realized he would be spanking her this hard. SMACK! She began to whine with each blow as more and more landed. Wasn’t this supposed to be a game? People went through this WILLINGLY? Though, despite herself, she had always fantasized about being spanked by a strong, confident man… NO! She shook the thought from her head as he continued to spank her. This was just training. Very exotic training.Finally he finished and sat her on the floor. She winced and wiggled on her stinging backside. “You seem to have enjoyed that much more then you were supposed to, baby girl.” Carissa blushed. “No issue, I supposed it will help you later. Now lie down and let me dress you more appropriately.”He reached into his bag, taking out a package. He tore it open and took out the most infantile garment she had ever seen. Not only was it clearly a diaper, with one tape on each side, but it was covered in wavy blue lines and childish pictures. Where had he gotten it? He lay it under her bottom and placed an extra pad on it, making it thicker. He poured baby powder all over her and taped the diaper around her waist. It was soft, very thick, and crinkled loudly. It hugged her backside and thighs tightly and forced her legs apart. It was exactly what she thought a baby diaper would feel like. “These are ABU Cushies. Many AB’s like them for their cute designs, though they aren’t as thick as some of the others. Also popular are bambinos, which are thicker but have less printing, and attends. You will be trying each one.”He picked her up by the shoulders and stood her on her feet. “Arms up,” he commanded, and she obeyed. He took off her t shirt and pulled a pink onsie over her head, buttoning the flap under her diapered butt. He put a pacifier in her mouth. “Online you will find plenty of abdl clothing, including onsies, footed pajamas, and cute t shirts. Next time I come I expect you to have a full wardrobe. Remember that bright colours, baby blue, and most of all pink are popular.”“Pink? I thought a lot of them were men…”“Hahha you really have a lot to learn. Pink is especially popular with males. Now, come with me.” He led her by the hand to her clothing drawers. She noticed how the bulk between her legs made her waddle like a toddler.He opened her under ware drawer and handed her a garbage bag. “Now, put all of your big girl undies in here. You won’t be needing them anymore.”“What? No!”Brandon simply pushed her into a bent over position and raised his hand behind her, ready to spank. Carissa was soon apologizing and begging to do as he asked. She threw all her underwear into the bag. He began handing her diapers which she stacked in their place, pouting the entire time. The first were just like the one she was wearing, Cushies, she thought. She then put in diapers with “baby” written continuously across the front, some with teddy bears, some with blue designs, plain white ones, and finally ones with pink designs. Each stack made her pout even more as she realized she would have to try them all.Once they were all packed away, he led her to the front door and put pink booties on her feet. “Now, take that bag to the dumpster down the street and through it out. When you are back we will begin.”“WHAT? NO! We agreed nothing outside! I want to keep this private.” She whined, glancing at her outfit. Her diaper clearly bulged behind her, and a nearby mirror revealed the words “I need my Pampers” written across the chest of her onesie. If anyone saw she would never live this down.“AND we also agreed you would buy your own diapers and outfits, than learn as much as you could without me. Consider this punishment. And if you get into this group, they will see you anyways, right? Might as well get used to it.”Carissa bite her bottom lip. She couldn’t argue with his logic, or his spanking hand. She grabbed the bag and waddled out the door, nervously glancing down the road. “You’d better hurry if you don’t want to be seen!” Brandon said as he smacked her diapered bottom hard to send her on her way. He shut the door and locked it.Carissa ran down the road as quickly as she could. Each step made her diaper crinkle loudly and rub against her. The extra padding made running normally difficult and she stumbled several times as she waddle-ran along the street. Had the dumpster always been that far? She tried not to even glance at the nearby lawns and houses, not even wanting to know if she was seen. Luckily, the area she lived in was largely wooded, and she didn’t think she had been seen. She arrived at the dumpster and threw in the bag, along with her adulthood. She hoped she could pick it up again later when Brandon had left. She ran back to her house and arrived out of breath to see Brandon waiting at the front door.“Well that was a cute display. It’s fun to see you try to run when you can’t even walk without waddling. Now come in and I’ll tell you the rules.” Mercifully, he let her in the front door and closed it behind her. “Alright, first and for most you will at all times wear a diaper. If you are in public you may wear big girl clothes over it to hide it as best you can, but in private I want it to be visible or worn with baby clothes, like your cute onesie. You are to use your diapers for all their intended purposes, and yes, I mean all of them. The toilet is off limits. When you mess or wet your diaper, you will wait patiently until I check your diaper and decide you need a change. If you try to beg or argue for a change I will refuse and you will sit in your own mess for a few hours. You cannot walk on your own, and must crawl unless I am there to hold your hand. If your pacifier is in your mouth you will not speak, and point to it if you want to say something. If I let you talk you will do your best impression of a baby’s voice and call me “daddy.” You will do your best to behave like a child at all times. Finnally, you will do everything I say when I say it. Any refusal will result in spankings, mouth soaping’s, time outs, or one of a hundred other punishments I am aching to try on you. Understood?”“Yes sir… I mean… Wes, daddy.” Carissa responded.“Good baby. Now let’s get you feed. Follow me.” Carissa crawled behind him as he walked into the kitchen, where earlier she had set up a high chair she found at a garage sale. She hoped Brandon noticed, at least she did one thing right. Brandon picked her up and sat her in the chair, making her diaper crinkle. She had to admit the padding underneath her made a comfortable seat for her sore butt.Brandon placed a bottle of milk and a bowl of porridge in front of her. As they had agreed earlier, she hadn’t eaten breakfast yet, and was very hungry. “thanks Bran… uhh.. tank oo daddy! I wike porridge.” She said as she reached for a spoon.“Haha you say that as if you have a choice. Now put your hand down and open your mouth like a good baby.” Brandon took the spoon out of her hand and began to feed her, making train noises as he did. Carissa blushed and ate what he fed her. Soon he moved from the porridge to the milk. She drank greedily and finished quickly. She licked her lips. There was a strange taste in her mouth.“uhhh… daddy? Wha oo put in the boddle? It tastes funny…”“Well, if you had been a good baby and did your research you would know. You’ll figure it out soon anyway. Now, it’s time for you to work.” To her surprise, Brandon placed a laptop in front of her. “I already have some sites open for you. ABDLVID, Daily Diapers, Diapered Online, you’ll find quite a bit on Deviant Art. First, you will answer these questions.” He handed her a sheet with questions about diaper brands, writers, clothing, and more. “Tonight you will write me a story with everything you learned, and if I don’t like it, I’ll be posting pictures of you in your outfit on facebook.”Carissa gaped at him. He couldn’t do that! She tried to protest, but Brandon stuck a pacifier in her mouth, silencing her. She remembered what he said about talking. Reluctantly, she looked through as many sites as she could. Diapers… more diapers… messing… one guy in a dress… some (admittedly cute) comics and drawings… a lot of ropes and spankings… more diapers and messing… She never realized the number of things people tried.After half an hour, she began to feel a pressure building in her stomach. She didn’t worry, it was nothing. Soon though, it began to get unbearable. Suddenly she realized what had been in the milk. That bastard! He had given her laxatives! She began to sweat. She couldn’t hold it much longer. Should she use her diaper? It was unthinkable. She wasn’t ready for that yet. She glanced around desperately. Brandon was nowhere to be seen. There was a clear root to the bathroom.Her mind made up, Carissa slowly unlatched the top of her high chair and climbed down. Her soft booties made walking quietly easy. She sneaked carefully to the bathroom and opened the door. In the clear! She began to close the door behind her.Suddenly she felt hand on her arm. “Going somewhere?” Brandon asked. She could only yelp as he bent her over and gave her a series of sharp smacks. For the second time that day, she was getting spanked. Brandon finishes quickly pulled her by the hand back to the kitchen. He reached into his bad and took out a strange bar and some rope. “Bend over!” He commanded. She obeyed quickly.“One of the most commonly related fetishes to abdl is bondage. I think know is a good time to try it, don’t you?” She could only groan he split the bar in two and put it over her head. She realized it was a portable stock. He tied it to the table, leaving her in an uncomfortable bent over position with her arms held over her head. He attached another bar to her ankles, forcing them apart and tied her pacifier into her mouth.Next, he undid the flap on her onesie and produced a large paddle. She stared in horror at it. “Alright baby, since you didn’t want to use your diaper on your own, I’ll have to make it. Until you fill your pampers like a good girl, I will keep spanking you.” She tried to struggle against the bonds, but gave up as soon as the paddle struck her bottom. Even through the padding, it hurt. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He kept spanking her as she squirmed. Soon her eyes were tearing up. It hurt, but could she really mess herself? Right now, she just wanted the spanking to stop.Putting her own well-being above her dignity, she began to push into her bowels. The pressure had been building for a while, and it came out quickly. The mess erupted into her diaper, leaving a slimy mess which coated her bottom. After a few more smacks, the paddle stopped coming down. Carissa whimpered quietly behind the pacifier, her shame, her sore bottom, and the feeling of the mess becoming unbearable.“There’s a good baby! Who’s a good stinky girl?” He tickled her under her ribs, making her laugh despite her humiliation. “Do you know why being stinky makes you a good girl? When you mess, it proves that you are really a little baby, depended on your diapers and your daddy. Isn’t that right stinky girl?” He tapped her nose.Brandon unlocked her and sat her back in the high chair with a squish. This time, however, he tied her waist and ankles in place. She squirmed miserably in her own mess. The smell already reached her nose, and was getting worse. More than anything, she wanted to be out of her dirty diaper, even if it meant getting changed by Brandon.This, however, didn’t seem to be an option. “However, since you were such a bad baby earlier, I think a few hours in a messy diaper will do you some good. Until you can answer those questions I gave you, you will stay locked in that high chair. You should get used to being in a dirty diaper anyway. Have fun being stinky!”Carissa pouted and got to work. She read and wrote as quickly as she could, desperate to get away from the growing stench and itch from the mess on her bottom. Even worse, she could feel the pressure growing in her stomach again, and it grumbled ominously. It occurred to her that the laxatives would make her mess again before she was done.After two hours, and about as many messes, she was finally finished. Where was Brandon? She looked around desperately. He promised he would change her! A few minutes later he walked in and Carissa pointed to her pacifier. He took it out of her mouth so she could speak.“Daddy! I finish da questions yike a goo baby!”“Yes I can see that! Good girl! Now let’s get you into a clean diaper” He ruffled Carissa’s hair, making her smile despite herself.He untied her and picked her up out of the high chair. This time he carried her with one hand under her bottom, rubbing and squishing the load in her diaper as he walked. He took her to the bathroom and lay her down on a mat. He left and returned a minute later with baby wipes, powder, and a diaper. This one was mainly white with “baby” written across the front, as she had seen earlier.“Now the diaper change is important for babies like you. Like when you messed earlier, it proves you really are a baby and that you need your daddy. You are so helpless without me, you can’t even control the most basic things. I’ll be changing you into a bambino by the way, you should learn to recognize them. Now open your legs!”Carissa obeyed, and he untapped and removed her diaper. She blushed, she hadn’t be certain how much of this Brandon was going to do. She guess he really did mean to change her like a baby. She moaned as he cleaned her aching and itchy bottom with baby wipes, the coldness soothing her. When she was clean, he re-diapered her and did her onesie back up.“Alright my cute little baby. Does that feel better? Do you feel better getting out of that messy diaper? You certainly smell better. Don’t you? Yes you do!” He tickled her under the ribs again, and she laughed as he made fun of her.“Alright sweetie, it is play time now. Do you have baby toys?” She shook her head. “Thought not. You’ll have to get some. Here, I brought you a teddy bear and some blocks. Have fun!” He led her to the living room and handed her the toys. She sat down and began playing; piling the blocks up and making the bear knock them over. It was odd, but surprisingly comforting. She realized with a blush she was having fun. Maybe her new job wouldn’t be so bad after all.

I have been told not to go into the London office but instead work from my house. Who else is taking the opportunity to wear and wet whilst working from home?

The nursery was empty except for Jessica and a few of the nurses. She knew it was outside the normal hours she was expected to be there, though she had no idea why. She wasn't expected to be able to tell time and was never told what was going on. Even if the plans concerned her, the best she could get was piecing it together from 'adults' who spoke about her as if she wasn't there.She sat cross legged on the floor, being watched by a single nurse who smiled at her whenever she looked over. The toys were all piled away, none were within reach of Jessica. That in itself was odd, normally she was given some kind of toy that was intended to 'improve' her capabilities, or at least entertain her at her expected age.She looked back at the nurse again and considered asking, but thought better of it. The pacifier in her mouth was still a solid clue she wasn't expected to talk, so she tried to guess what was happening on her own. Her outfit- a plain baby blue t shirt, exposed nursery printed diaper with her 'favorite cartoon characters' on them, soft pink booties and mittens, with her hair in the usual ribbon-bowed pigtails, was the sort of thing she wore at home or in stroller walks, but not the usual nursery uniform. Whatever she was here for, it wasn't the nursery level 'classes' she took on school days. She shook her head. The lack of other babies- ACTUAL babies, she corrected herself- told her that anyway. After all, it wasn't a school day, it was... What was it again? What were the days of the week here? Jessica couldn't remember, and swore at herself."Its ok dear, it will make sense in a moment," the nurse said, deciphering Jessica's confused glances. "Someone very special is coming in who is going to be your new caretaker, and we are going to start something new! Isn't that exciting!"Part of Jessica wanted to role her eyes, but instead she smiled and nodded her thanks. It was more information then she usually got from adults who half the time seemed unsure if she could even speak properly. She had gone through several caretakers since she was demoted to the nursery under Becky's reign. Most had followed a basic routine. Make sure she got to the nursery alright, check on her from time to time, monitor her progress or lack thereof, and leave most of the work to the nurses. They'd change her diapers a few times, fed her, play with her, show her off to their friends, give her a failing grade and get their credit and move on as she stayed in the nursery. It was a pattern she was used to, and didn't worry about.The door opened, and Jessica's mouth followed suite. THAT was unexpected."Hey baby girl!" Marianne said, putting her hands on her knees and leaning over her."Wha..what are you doing here?" Jessica said as her pacifier fell out of her gaping mouth. The answer seemed obvious, but she didn't want to accept it."I'm your new caretaker silly! And I'll be spending a lot more time with you then those other ones since your such a special littler girl," she ruffled Jessica's hair and smiled."What!? Thats not fair! You're younger! You're... you're...""Yes silly baby but all of your caretakers have been younger then you for a while. You know that doesn't matter.""Yes but... but you're... my younger sister!" "Of course! So I know you better!""BUt you're... youre..." Jessica felt tears welling up inside her. She tried to fight it, but he shame and sadness overcame her. This wasn't just anyone, this was Marianne, someone she'd known for years and had once been seen as more mature then. She had watched her graduate from diapers into training pants, then panties, from elementary to high school, college and work, from bottles and being spoon fed to feeding herself, while Jessica struggled and fell back. Now she was hear, respected as an adult, taking care of Jessica as she sat in her diapers suckling pacifiers. She began sniffling, then started balling."ITS NOT FAIR!" she cried."Awww sweetie!" Marianne came forward and wrapped her in her arms. She sat on the ground, pulled Jessica into her lap, and began rocking her as she stroked her hair."Shhh tut tut, its ok. Wheres your paci baby girl?" She took the pacifier that had fallen out of Jessica's mouth and put it back in. "Here, want the teddy? Want Mr. Bear?" She held up a stuff animal and wiggled it in front of Jessica. Jessica shook her head, but Marianne pushed it toward her, and she cuddled it, finding reluctant comfort in its softness. Marianne continued to rock her in her lap until she stopped crying. She kissed her forehead."There, all better?" Marianne cooed, and Jessica nodded."Now, since our training before wasn't working for you, we are going to try to do something else, ok?" She poked Jessica's forehead and nose, making her go cross eyed, and giggled. Jessica nodded. "We are going to have a special route for such a special little girl. Its going to be fun, I promise! And then, when you succeed, you can show everyone what a good little baby you are and impress them!"Jessica nodded, but wondered what it meant. She was going to 'show everyone what a good little baby" she was? How could that be true if she was going to get through training?Marianne stood up and set her on the ground. She backed up a few steps then leaned forward again with her hands on her knees. "Now, come here baby girl!"Jessica put a hand on the ground and began to stand up."Ah ah ah! That isn't what good babies do! Come here like a baby!" Jessica began to crawl, making Marianne giggle. "Almost there!" she said. "But not quite!"Jessica looked at her in puzzlement.Marianne backed up again. "Try again sweetie!"Confused, Jessica began crawling. Marianne shook her head, and she stopped, then settled back down on her diaper."Good girl!" Marianne said. "That's exactly right! That's what a good little baby does. What else?"Jessica looked around the room. Still wondering what she was supposed to be doing, she started crawling away from Marianne and toward a toy box."Good baby!" Marianne said again. She walked up to Jessica and put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. Jessica giggled. She didn't understand what was going on, but after years of failing tests, it was nice to get praised for something."Now, whats one plus one?" she asked. "You can speak with your paci because its an adult asking a direct question."Though the numbers were different in this world, Jessica knew this one. "Two," she lisped through the pacifier.Marianne shook her head. "Noo noo, that's a grown up's answer. Try again?"Jessica looked confused.Marianne smiled. "Its ok, I know its hard for babies to learn these things. Nurse Lucy? Whats one plus one?""Two," the nurse smiled."See? She's a grown up, with a grown up answer. Now, you, a baby, tries. Whats one plus one?"Jessica stared. "I don't know," she finally admitted."Good baby! What a good little baby!"Jessica giggled again at the praise. She still didn't understand. Was she meant to get them wrong?"Now, since your so good at baby math, can you count like a baby?" she asked.Jessica considered what was happening. For calling her, walking was bad, crawling was better, falling was good and crawling in the wrong direction got her the most praise. For math, the right answer was wrong and not knowing got her praise. So, to get praise again... "One..." she began, and Marianne raised her eyebrows. "Uhh... three, ten, a million?" She tried with a weak smile."Yes! Good baby!" Marianne cheered, and Jessica laughed. All the other nurse began clapping. Jessica knew the situation should be humiliating, even more so then being diapered, or even failing past tests. This was them saying she was so far off that the best they could expect from her was to be deliberately wrong and act like she never learned a thing. It SHOULD be humiliating. However, she didn't feel that way. For so long she had tried to be good at anything at all and failed over and over. Now she seemed to be finally winning something, and the feeling was wonderful."Now, want a buh-buh?" Marianne asked, holding out a bottle of milk."Yeah yeah!" Jessica said, making grabby hands at the bottle, trying to imitate a baby."Here you go," Marianne said. She handed the toy to Jessica, who dropped it and spilled the milk on the ground."Good baby! Good baby for spilling your milk and dropping the bottle. That's exactly what a baby a baby would do. Hear, let me feed you." She held the bottle to Jessica, who drank as messily as possible and spilled more of the milk on her shirt, earning more praise from Marianne. The bottle emptied quickly, and Jessica belched loudly then laughed. If nothing except acting like a baby would get her praise, then she'd do what she needed to do. Marianne smiled and pattered her back.Marianne took her by the hand and lead her to the toy box. She took out a colorful plastic box with holes in different geometric shapes on the sides, followed by a series of plastic shapes."Now baby girl, this is an educational toy moderated for someone between one and two. Can you figure it out?"Jessica looked at the toy. She picked up a triangle and began pushing it to the triangle hole."MMM MMM!" Marianne shook her head.Jessica turned the cube to the square and tried to jam the triangle in. She failed, gave up and threw it on the ground, faking a tantrum."YES! Good baby! That's exactly what a baby does. That two year old toy is way to hard for a young little baby like you," she ruffled Jessica's hair. "Here, play with these." She began handing Jessica stuffed animals. "Whats this?" Marianne said, holding up a stuffed elephant."Ummmm... a moo cow!""Yes! Good baby! And what does a cow say?""Meow!""Good baby!" Marianne ruffled her hair and handed her the toy. Condescending as it was, Jessica couldn't help but laugh in joy with each head rub.Jessica began playing with the stuffed animals. Despite herself she had fun, throwing the toys around randomly and running them into each other with no regard for what the animals were supposed to be. This only delighted Marianne further. Jessica through a cow particularly hard, and it bounced off a wall. She began to crawl toward it, then thought again. Instead, she formed a different plan.The next part went against everything she was and wanted to be. She had always prided herself on being able to take care of herself. However, she knew she had to succeed, and if doing that meant acting like a baby, she'd be the best baby she would be. Rather then go after the toy, she sat down, thought of all the times she had failed at tests, and began to scream and cry as loud as she could while pointing at the toy. She whined, and began to feel actual tears coming down her cheeks. TEARS! Over a toy! But she convinced herself she wanted it that badly, and her body reacted accordingly. She looked at Marianne through her tears, then back at the cow.Marianne walked to the cow, picked it up and took it back. "Aww there you go sweetheart, and your such a good baby for crying and calling for help like that. You're doing so well!"Jessica giggled and went back to playing. She made the cow 'run' along the ground, then went to her knees and into a crawling position. She felt a loud fart come out into her diaper as she did. She blushed. Years of being banned from the toilet had gotten her used to diapers, and things like that slipped out more and more.Instead of getting angry, Marianne praised her and patted her diaper. "Good baby! That's exactly what a baby does." She waggled a finger at Jessica. "Remember, I don't want to my new baby ever trying to hold anything in. We used to try to train you to learn to hold it in so you could eventually use the potty, but that was silly of us, wasn't it? Too hard for a baby like you. So, instead, we are going to train you to need your diapers as much as possible. If you ever feel like you need to burp, let out gas, wet or mess your diaper and think you might be able to hold it, I want you to ignore that naughty big girl thought and just go, ok? If it gets itchy you can cry for help, but don't worry. We don't want you to think about trying to notice when you make a stinky diaper, that's for your caretaker."Jessica stared at her."Jessica? Are you holding anything in now?"Jessica kept staring."Push everything Jessica! Day one of your special type of potty training starts now!"Jessica closed her eyes and pushed everything. She felt herself fart, then something else begin to bulge out in both sides. After a moment, she let out a steady steam into her diaper. She gasped as it expanded beneath her. Then another fart, and to her surprise she felt herself mess her diaper with a series of toots. The familiar, warm feeling of mush packing her bottom returned, and she shivered."Good baby!" Marianne all but shouted. "What a good little baby, using your diapers like that! Ohhh I'm so proud of you!"Jessica smiled at her."Now, Jessica, is you diaper messy?"Jessica understood the game now, and if she need to play it she would. She giggled and shook her head."No? You didn't mess your pampers?""Mmm mm!" Jessica shook her head again."Good baby! That's exactly right!""Now," she put a hand on Jessica's bottom and pressed it, pushing her mess into her so she would feel it. Jessica cringed at the feel."You can feel its messy, right baby?"Jessica cringed deeper but didn't respond."I'm a grown up and you're a baby, right baby girl?"Jessica nodded."And babies should listen to grown ups?"Jessica nodded again."I smell a stinky diaper, and I think its you. I'm telling you you have a wet and messy diaper, and you can feel it when I push." She pushed again, and Jessica whined. "Now, what do good little babies like you do when you have a messy diaper and want a change?"Jessica thought for a moment. What do babies do when they want a diaper change? She pushed her head back and began crying again. She realized how ridiculous she looked, sitting in a full diaper, crying because she wanted a 'grown up' to change her. If THAT wasn't baby-ish, she didn't know what was."Good baby!" Marianne said. "What a good little baby! I can't believe how well you are doing. Now, lets get you changed."Marianne picked up the crying Jessica, carried her to the changing table and lay her down. Jessica settled into the pads and waited."Here, play with this while I clean you," Marianne said, and handed Jessica a toy. She untaped her diaper and opened it up, then waved a hand in front of her nose. "Whew! That's one stinky mess! What a good baby for making it!"Jessica giggled. She had been punished over and over for this same thing, and now she was being praised, and it felt wonderful.Marianne began wiping her down. "See? I always knew you'd be good at something. They tried over and over with different things, and sooo many people were almost ready to give up. But you know what? We always find something for everyone, and sometimes people are just good at being silly little babies. And that's you!"Jessica giggled. It was an awful thing to be called 'good' at, but she only needed one thing to prove that genie wrong. If this was it, then she was happy Marianne was giving her the chance. It would be easy at least. She pointed at her pacifier, hoping to speak."Yes baby girl, what is it?" "Thank you Marianne," Jessica said.Marianne laughed. "No no silly. Marianne is the name grown ups call me. That's too hard for babies to say. You can call me Mary."Jessica's eyes went wide. "Ma...ry?" she asked."Yes! That's the name little babies like you call me."Mary. The name brought back memories long since buried, from another life long ago. She remembered thinking Marianne seemed familiar, but with the name and age difference she never drew the connection. She never related the little girl she had first met, years younger then her, to the older, frumpy house keeper who had all but raised her but now... In her late 20s, with the actual name, it was undeniable."Marianne" from this world was "Mary" from hers, born a different year and different circumstances. She had always prided herself on her success over others, how she succeeded and others failed. Having someone older then her work for her had always seemed the ultimate proof, and she had even said so to the genie.Now, here was the proof against. A different circumstance, different judgement, and there she was, far beneath someone younger then her. Could it have been the same in her world? If they had both been born to similar families, would she have ended up working for her "Mary?" She looked up at her- intelligent, hard working, friendly... someone who could do well with the right backing, and she ended up working a punishing job for Jessica. But now here she was, changing Jessica's diaper. Jessica thought back on their relationship in the other world. It wasn't that much different, really. She HAD changed Jessica's diapers even, albeit in a different circumstance. She had taken care of her for most of her life, raised her, taught her a lot... the only difference is Jessica had looked down on her before, and up to her now. All that abuse, all that time dismissing her, and now Jessica saw how much she owed to her.She had to succeed somehow. If being Mary's 'baby' was the only way, she'd do it.She looked back at Mary with a different kind of tears forming in her eyes. "Thank you Mary," she said.

I am right now. I sat down and the runs hit. Now its all up my front side. So I am wet and messy!

And that works even better in the bathroom or in front of any other big mirror so you can judge the best placement of the tapes, the first time... mine are almost invariably not uniform in placement even with a mirror.

Same here, diaper myself using a wall. I have using this method for many years.

It appears that all my ABDL activity will be put on hold while my brother is off from work due to a mandatory closing of the auto dealership where he works. Hoping they will reopen real soon, but for now, he's stuck home and I have to resume the role of a growed-up. (I hope I can remember that I'm not wearing a diaper ?)

Hello everyone! As a request for someone, I am re-posting one of my old stories, edited by flipping some genders around. Hope you enjoy! My stomach rumbled for what seemed like the 20th time in the past minute. I stared at the last pack of ramen noodles that I had. My name is Anna, I am 21 years old, and I am hungry. Starving actually. Well, maybe not STARVING, but hungry. I recently quit my job to try going full-time as a model. I used to work as a waitress at a local restaurant, but now, I have been working as a model. Based on the sounds my stomach is making, you could guess that it has not been going well. I have barely been getting enough money to pay for food, much less the rent on my terrible studio apartment. No, it doesn’t even qualify as an apartment. It is a room—a small room. Well… two rooms really, but the bathroom hardly counts. It had a sink, a fridge, room enough for a bed, and a microwave oven that I got at a garage sale. The bathroom was somehow worse. A toilet and a shower. And I could hardly turn around in that shower. I made by for a little while, but with jobs coming few and far between, I was getting desperate. I thought it would be perfect. I am 21 and very attractive. I am 5’ 4” with perfect skin, amber eyes, short, dirty blond hair that is always perfectly tousled, and a winning smile. My boobs weren’t my best asset, as they were on the smaller side, but for modeling, I would just stuff the crap out of my bras. I modeled a lot of different things. New styles of clothing, sports equipment, school stuff, and for advertisements that needed a happy family, I played the perfect daughter. My favorite job that I ever had was the swimsuit one that I did. I was finally able to show my perfect, toned body, though I wasn’t super muscular. I am proud of my body, and I finally got to show it off at that shoot. Anyways, back to my stomach, which is still rumbling. I stared at the pack of ramen, knowing that it would be my last food until I got another gig. I warmed up some water and put in the noodles, salivating at them as they cooked. When they were done, I ate them ravenously. There was no room for a table in my apartment, so I just ate everything on my bed. When I was finished, I laid back, sighing in happiness. Now, I didn’t know what to do. I had no food, no money, and for at least another three days, no jobs. The gig that had made me think I could go full-time, was a weekly photo shoot that I did for a teen clothing magazine. Once a week, I would go down there, do the shoot with a bunch of different clothes, collect my money, and leave. It was a great gig, but it didn’t really support me fully. I thought if I could just get one more gig like that, I would be fine, but none ever came. So now I was broke and hungry. I had even started putting up posters of myself at studios with my phone number on it, along with a description of what I do. So far… nothing. I lay there, contemplating what I should do, when I got a phone call. I grabbed the old flip phone that I got to save money, and answered it. “Hello?” “Hello there. Is this Anna?” A deep, but friendly male voice asked. “This is, what can I do for you?” My heart was beating faster, hoping it was someone calling for a job. “My name is John Tucker, and I represent a company called DTD. I was hoping to discuss something with you, regarding your modeling services.” I almost squealed with delight at this. “Yes of course Mr. Tucker. Did you want to set up a meeting today?” I asked, praying that I could get paid soon. “Oh so soon! Well, sure I suppose. I will be at the Red Bean Café at one o’clock this afternoon. Meet me there, and we can discuss the job.” John said. I agreed and hung up the phone. I grabbed the best pair of clothes that I had, and sniffed them. They seemed fine. It had been a while since I had done laundry, as food became more important. I took a shower and got cleaned up as best I could. Then I walked to the café, which was only a few blocks from my apartment. I walked in right at one o’clock. “Anna!” A man waved to me from one of the tables. I recognized the voice as John's. He was tall and muscular, with cropped black hair, and a five o’clock shadow that defined a square jaw. He looked to be in his late twenties, maybe early thirties, and seemed to me like he could be another model. Even from across the room, I could see that he had bright blue eyes, which contrasted his dark hair perfectly. To be honest, he was hot. Very hot. I walked over to him, and as I sat down, I could see that the dress shirt he was wearing was tight enough to reveal the definition of his chest almost perfectly. The top button was undone, and I could see the line of his collarbone extending to his shoulders. I felt a warmth growing in my panties. I’d never been with anyone sexually before, but I knew what I was into, and this guy pretty much hit every mark. I stared into his eyes as he spoke. Wow… so dreamy. I’d dated one guy back in high school, but he was all religious, so he kept saying he was saving himself for marriage. Suffice to say, it didn’t work out. Anyway, back to Mr. Hotty. “Did you get all that?” John asked. I snapped back into reality. We had started talking and my stomach was still rumbling quite a bit. John heard and kindly ordered food for me, insisting that he pay for it. I didn’t object and as I ate it, I had kind of dazed off. This was the best food I had eaten in ages. “Yeah.” I said, gulping down my food. “You are doing some advertisements for products, and you want me to model them for you. No problem! That’s kind of what I do after all.” “Yes. This is a multi-week shoot, as we will be photographing everything in our inventory thoroughly, and we want you to be there every weekday, if possible.” My heart jumped when he said this. A multi-week shoot… every weekday… ka-ching! I would be rolling in cash! “Yes of course! There is one problem. I do another shoot with a separate company once a week.” “Yes, well we can’t expect you to be there every day, so for now, you can continue with them.” I sighed in relief when he said this, knowing that I wouldn’t have to quit my most reliable gig. John continued, “Now, the address of the shoot is on this paper, along with my contact information.” He handed me a business card and I put it in my pocket. “Thank you so much sir.” I said. Then I hesitated, “Does that mean I have the job?” I asked. “Yes it does, I think you will be perfect for it.” He smiled, showing his perfect, brilliant white teeth. “You will get your first paycheck after the shoot tomorrow. It pays two-hundred dollars per day, and we will shoot for at least three weeks, maybe more, depending on how it goes.” My eyes opened wide when he said the pay. 200 a day?! I’m rich! “Th-thank you so much sir!” I stammered. “Yes of course,” he said “but there’s no need to call me sir. You can just call me John, or Johnny if you want. That’s what my friends call me after all.” He smiled again and winked at me. “We are going to get to know each other pretty well over the next few weeks I think.” “We are?” I asked, confused. Then I realized. “Oh! You are the photographer! I should have realized sooner.” He nodded “Yep! I am the guy who will be looking at you through my camera every day for a while.” He smiled again. Wait a second… Was he hitting on me? I wasn’t sure, but I really didn’t mind. This guy was very attractive after all. And I especially didn’t want to ruin the gig. I smiled back at him and ran my hand through my hair. “Well, I hope I can inspire you.” I said. ‘Oh my gosh that was terrible.’ I thought to myself. ‘I used to be good at that kind of stuff’ John laughed, “Well anyways, I should get going, but it was very nice to meet you Anna.” I said goodbye, and he left, making sure to pay before he did. I went home, excited for the day tomorrow, and cleaned my apartment. I then went for a run as was my usual habit, and came home. It was now getting dark, so I decided to go to bed. I climbed into bed, and slept on a full stomach for the first time in a while. The next day, I arrived at the address on the card that he gave me. It took me a while to get there, as it was out of town, and I had to take the bus, with a few transfers. It took me a lot longer than I had anticipated to get there, so I was more than a few minutes late. I looked at the building, which was a warehouse with no real unique features. I would hardly have known it was the right building except that I saw a small plate next to the door that said DTD, the name of the company that John said he worked for. I took a deep breath and walked in. Inside was not what I expected. It seemed like an ordinary office. There was a waiting room with a few couches and a woman, sitting behind a desk, typing on a computer. I assumed she was the secretary and walked up to her. “Excuse me, my name is Anna Fuego, and I am here for the photo shoot.” I said hesitantly. Fuego is a cheesy last name, I know, but it is way better than my real name, trust me. The woman looked up at me. “Ah. Ms. Fuego. Room 14, down the hallway.” She pointed down the hallway, and I walked down it. This building was strange. From the outside, a nondescript warehouse, on the inside, an everyday office building. I walked past closed doors, numbering up from 1. I got to room 14 and opened it up. Inside, there was a standard photo shoot room. Three white walls, bright lights, and a camera stand to one side, behind it, several chairs, and a table with food and coffee. Sitting on a chair, reading a newspaper was John, the only other person in the room. He looked up at me, and then down at his watch. “You know Anna, it’s never a good idea to be late for your first day on the job.” He frowned slightly. “I know. I am so sorry, John. It took me way longer than I thought it would to get here. I had to take three transfers, and walk half a mile to-” “No excuses Anna.” He interrupted. He stopped frowning, “but I understand. Where do you live?” I told him my address. “Well if you would like, I can pick you up tomorrow. I drive right past there anyway.” He smiled. “It’s really no problem for me.” “Well I appreciate it, sir! It would save me an awful lot of time.” Normally, I would politely decline his offer, but it really was tough to get here. I had given myself an extra hour to get here, and I was still an hour and a half late. “Now now. I told you not to call me sir. John is fine. Now let’s get started.” He got up and set down his newspaper. “We will start out with what made this company what it is today. The changing room is through that door.” He pointed to a wooden door next to the table with the food. “Ok thank you.. Er.. John.” I walked into the changing room, which was a small room, with a weird looking table in it. It was a very large table, with a padded top, of a light blue fabric. There were also cabinets in the room, but from what I could see, there were no clothes in it. I walked back out. “Um.. John. There aren’t any clothes in there.” “The cabinets should be fully stocked. We will start on the right most cabinet and work our way to the left.” He said. “oh wait!” Don’t change just yet. I forgot that Michael isn’t here yet. He will help you get ready.” John walked out of the room. I grabbed some food and quickly shoved it in my mouth. A few moments later, John walked back into the room with another person behind him. “This is Michael.” I looked at the young man who just walked in. He didn’t look to be much older than me, and he grinned at me. He had very long brown hair that came down past his shoulders, and a very thin physique. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, and I could tell that he had probably been wearing those jeans for a few days now. “Hi Anna. I am Michael.” He spoke with a soft, relaxing voice. “I am going to be the one helping you out today. Now what did you want her to start out with, John?” “The classic, Michael. I thought it would be a good start.” I assumed that he would be doing my make-up, and I smiled at him. He smiled back and walked into the changing room, motioning me to follow him. When I walked in, he had a few things set out on the counter. I looked over his shoulder and I saw a bottle of lotion, and what looked like a big plain white diaper. “Um.. what is that for?” I asked. “It’s for you.” He responded dryly. “What are you talking about?” “It is the classic. That’s what John said.” I walked out of the room. “Is this some kind of joke?” I asked angrily. “What do you mean?” He said innocently. “That is a diaper. There is no way I am wearing that.” “Well… that’s kind of what we do here. I mean, it is DTD after all. It’s in the name. DryTime Diapers.” John looked up at me. “Did you not know?” “I well..” I stammered, realizing what he was saying. “I guess I didn’t.” “Well… I am afraid so. DryTime designs and produces most of the world’s diapers. Infant diapers, all the way up to adults. We are in the adult diaper wing of the company. They have been advertising the kid’s diapers forever, but now they are going to start a marketing campaign to advertise their other products, teen and adult diapers. That’s what you are here for. I am pretty sure I made that clear yesterday at the café.” “Yeah… I kind of wasn’t paying attention that whole time… I was really hungry.” I sighed. “I’m sorry John, but I really don’t think I can do a photo shoot in diapers… It’s just… humiliating.” “I understand, but forgive me for asking, but… You are broke, right?” He asked me. I blushed and nodded, “Yeah… I guess this whole modeling thing hasn’t really been working out for me.” “I understand, trust me.” He smiled at me. “There were times when I was first starting that I never thought I could make it, but now, here I am. The thing is… you sometimes have to do jobs that you might not want to. If you want to make it where you want to be, you have to do things you don’t like doing.” I looked at him, “so is that where you are, John? Doing things you don’t like?” He smiled at me. “Anna. If you walk out today, there is no coming back here. I know that you have no money, so that means that if you walk out today, you won’t be able to continue your modeling career.” He paused, letting that sink in. “Let me ask you this. Is this really that bad? They’re just diapers. It’s not like we are asking you to shoot a porno.” I hesitated and he continued to speak. “You do this for a little while, and you get paid enough to get yourself back on your feet. Catch up on your rent. Eat real food. Just think about it. I’ll give you a minute.” With that, he motioned to Michael, who was standing in the doorway to the changing room, and they walked out into the hallway. “We will be out here while you make up your mind.” John said. I sat down in a chair, thinking to myself. Could I really do this? Diapers? I knew in my heart that he was right about one thing: if I walked out today, I would have to get a different job, or I would end up homeless on the streets. Either way, my dream career would be over. I would probably end up shooting porn or something, and that is the last thing I would want. I sighed. If I do this, I am on my way. I just knew it. I would have money for the first time in ages. It wouldn’t be fun, but I had to do it. I walked to the hallway and opened the door. John and Michael were in the hallway, waiting for me. “I’ll do it”

Is the end ? please say no I really liked the way the story is going is make my heart warm and cozy ! Please continue

Lucky you didn't drop something on the floor during your video conference call and had to stand up to get it! There was a TV commercial a couple years ago where a guy did just that but was wearing boxer shorts! Or, your wife not realizing you were on a video conference call, comes into the room and tells you that you better change your wet diaper or grabs your hand and pulls you up out of your chair in front of the camera! Then you might have a new topic for the post, "The most humilitating that ever happened to you in a diaper"

I have not walked away from this story. I am working on the next chapter. I write and dump what I don't like then go back with an idea of what I want to see next and fit it into the story. Sarina will be dealing with the peace conference in the next chapter and find out some more about Varda. I turns out they are actually smurfs! Who knew? lol. I will have the dragon council in the next chapter as well. Things start to get very ugly in the next chapter when big bird and Oscar The Grouch get into territory fight over who will distribute diapers to where. Hope to have the next chapter done in a few more days. Thank you for reading and commenting. I also had a delay because I was getting caught up on reading my favorite online manga The Gamer. Hope to see you folks in a few days with a new chapter.

It's generally best to ask the author if they minded. One example is the Diaper Dimension by Princess Pottypants, and she's given her blessing for writers to use her world. Another case I know of is someone wrote a sequel to another writer's original story and universe without asking, and that original writer, when they found out, really was not happy about it- I believe the story ended up getting taken down (it's been a hot minute, I don't fully remember). Now, if the author of the series you want to write fanfiction of is not around or has not been active for a very long time (I'm talking at least several years) and there's no way to get in contact with them, then I'd assume it would be okay to go ahead and write. If this turns out to be the case, I recommend putting an author's note saying you tried to contact the original writer but were unable to do so. Also, give credit! "My story is inspired by/ based off of/ set in X universe by Y author", or something along those lines. Just give the original creator credit where credit is due for created worlds, characters, etc.

I'm currently working on another story, but this one will be next.

Aww she’s finally learning. I hope she starts to be a good girl so she can be treated better and gentler

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Chapter 13 "Um mom?" Lily asks as Jessica is still holding her tightly. "Yes baby?" Jessica smiles at how cute Lily is. "I'm worried about Sara and Amelia." Lily is worried with how long they have been in their room and not coming out. Jessica too can't help but get a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach at the thought of what is most likely happening in the other room. Jessica looked at the clock in the room and noticed it had been over an hour sense they started telling the girls the truth. "Mom what are you thinking about?" Lily wondered what could be going through Jessica's mind "I think maybe worrying might not be a bad thing. Let's say we go check on them sweetie?" Jessica gets up while still holding Lily and heads to the door. Upon opening it she sees Sarah already sitting in the hallway all alone without Amelia or Lyra. "Wheres Amelia and Lyra, Sarah?" The words are barely out of her mouth when she notices Sarah crying. "Amelia didn't take it well Jessica. She hates me.. I did my best but I don't think it was a enough. Lyra is in the room with her to change her diaper and talk to her and try and get her to calm down a bit." Sarah says as she starts crying again. This news was a shock to Jessica knowing how understanding Amelia could be some time didn't make sense this didn't sound like the Amelia she knew. "Sarah take Lily for me I'm going to go in and talk to her and see if I can help." Jessica gently hands Lily over to Sarah. Jessica notices Sarah hugging Lily hard, Jessica just Hope's ahead doesn't hurt the poor girl. Jessica opens the door to the room and walks in before shutting it behind her making she they will have quite chat. "hey Lyra is Amelia ok for me to talk to her?" Jessica asks hoping Amelia says yes. "Good luck Jessica I'll wait outside I just changed her wet and messy diaper so she should be good." Lyra puts Amelia back in the chair and heads out the door to join Sarah. "Amelia we need to talk for a bit." Jessica can see Amelia is really upset but she can't blame her. "TALK TALK? DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS TOO? I TRUSTED BOTH OF YOU!!!!" Jessica sighs knowing this won't be easy. "Yes sweetie I've been with Sarah for a really long time I even knew your real dad." "WELL WHO THE HELL WAS HE?!?!" Amelia screams getting really upset again. "His name was Zak. He was our best friend. We all got drunk one night and ending up having a sex for most the night Sarah thought she couldn't get pregnant like me. Turns out she was wrong and she found out after he died." "SO MY DAD WAS A ONE NIGHT STAND??!?!" Amelia pissed thinking about it. Jessica sighs again knowing this might make her cry. "There was one more with us that night. His wife of 2 years and girlfriend sense they were 10. Willow." "HE WAS MARRIED?!?!?!?!" Amelia is shocked at this wondering what the hell happened that night. "They took a taxi home that night and like what happen with you a drunk driver plowed into them and pushed the car into the river it killed Willow and the taxi driver, but some people passing by pulled him out. By the time they got Willow and the driver out it was too late...." Jessica say as she sheds tears. "So....what happened to my dad?" Amelia almost crying herself. "He was in a coma for three months before he woke up. soon as he could he left and went home to his house that Sarah was paying for, for the time being." Jessica now sobbing harder. "He didn't answer his phone one morning so me and Sarah ran to his house where we found the door locked. Sarah kicked it in and we found him.......... he overdosed on sleeping pills." Jessica bawling into her hands. "He........ Why." Was all Amelia could say. "His soul mate died she was everything to him, the note he left told us the reason. He was sorry he left us but he couldn't live without Willow she was his world he said." Jessica trying to tell Amelia the best she can knowing she is having problems getting out she wants to finish. " Me Sarah and Lyra cried for weeks. We all stayed at Sarah's house barely doing anything just crying. We lost both of our friends." "He couldn't live without her....." Amelia realized that not having a dad and maybe even why she was given to Liam and Ella may not have been Sarah's fault. "When Sarah found out she was having you she couldn't take it and became more depressed. When she found out Ella had lost her baby Sarah knew she had to give you to Ella, she was worried she couldn't care for you with how she was." Jessica now crying. "Amelia she wanted you to be safe more then anything that's why she gave you to Ella." Amelia now angry again at hearing that. "SAFE? SHE SHOULD HAVE CHECKED ON ME MORE MY LIFE WAS HELL I TRIED TO KILL MYSELF SO MANY TIMES!!!" Amelia realizes she should try and calm down a bit before she continues. Amelia breaths deeply to regain herself. "When I found out Liam and Ella had died the reason I really wanted to die was I wanted to forget everything I wanted to be happy and not remember anything about them......" "Amelia this is killing Sarah right now I know your trust has been broken but know she thought she was doing what was best for you." Jessica breaths deeply as Amelia just stares at her. 'I... I.... I can't believe what Jessica is tell me.... I know she would never lie but... Why is it all my parents die? Sarah is the only one I have left.... Jessica may be my mom too but.. Sarah gave birth to me, how can I forgive her for everything....' "Amelia you here?" Jessica ask's after Amelia has been just looking at her for a few minutes. "Sorry Jessica I'm just trying to think about everything. Sarah, my real dad, my fake parents. It's all so much to take in..." Amelia just looks at the wall thinking. "Amelia we wanted to be open with you and not share any secrets. We love you very much we never want anything bad to happen to you. Honestly baby I think Sarah would become depressed again and never come out of it if anything bad happened to you." Jessica wipes a the tears from her eyes. "Amelia your her world she cares more for you then life itself. I'm her wife and she cares more about you. It makes me happy she does again, seeing her depressed for so long hurt me so much knowing I couldn't help her." Jessica says with a somber face as she looks at Amelia. "I know you may not want to but please forgive her and give her a second chance." Amelia's mind was racing trying to understand everything she has learned. 'What do I do what do I do. I don't know what to do all my life I never got to pick cause of Ella but now I have a chance to do what I want but I don't want to fuck it up! Should i forgive Sarah? Maybe I should talk to her a little bit more....' "Jessica I don't know what to do anymore. I can't be on my own now. I'm still stuck in cast's, my teeth are still gone, hell I'm shocked I can even talk. The only reason I'm alive is cause of Sarah, and what she did for me. Without Sarah helping I would be dead." Amelia came to a hard realization. She owe's Sarah her life. "Sweetie I know what your thinking right now and no you don't owe Sarah anything Amelia. Sarah did this cause not only are you her daughter, but cause of what she did she wants to make up for lost time and wanted you to live." Jessica looks at Sarah in the eyes. "Remember Amelia you are her world." Meanwhile outside the room. "Um mom what happened to Amelia and why are you out here?" Lily asks "What did you just call me?" Sarah looks in shock wondering what in the hell Jessica talked about with Lily. "I know it might be hard to get use too but Jessica helped make me a bit easier for me once I could think about everything. So do you mind if I call you mom now?" "Sweetie I love it thank you for trying to cheer me up." Sarah wipes a tear from her eye and smalls at Lily. Lyra looks over and Sarah and knows it's time to ask. "Sarah what do you have planned for Amelia now?" "Honestly Lyra I have no idea right now it's all up to her. Whatever she picks I'll let her do I may be sad but I need to let my daughter pick her own life. She old enough now I can't stop what she picks." Sarah says looking dejected. "Sarah I know shes you daughter but shes also a little who can't do much of anything now. You need to take some charge before you lose her." Lyra hopes she in getting though to Sarah. "Mom I don't mean to be rude but after talking to Amelia the last two days I kind of understand her a bit I know it might be weird for me to say but. She thinks everything more then any other person I have seen." "Do you think shes doing that now Lily?" Sarah wonders still softly crying while holding Lily. "I think shes fighting her inner self trying to find out what to do. Her only hope is Jessica now." Lily trust that Jessica will help Amelia like she helped her. "Amelia we are going around in a circle now. It's up to you now, you need to make a choice." Jessica knows the longer this takes the more she might second guess herself. "Jessica can I please talk to Lily by myself?" Amelia wants someone that might understand her as a little and not a daughter or an adult. "If that is want you want Amelia sure but if I do this I will only leave you two in here for an hour understand?" "Yes Jessica but um... Before you go can I get changed again please?" "Sweetie of course." Jessica picks up Amelia then grabs the diaper bag and takes her to the desk before laying down a changing pad and laying Amelia on it. Jessica opens her diaper and notices it's messy but not too wet. She makes quick work of cleaned up Amelia and putting her in a new clean diaper making sure its extra thick. "All done Amelia, but before I go I'm going to give you a bottle to drink is that ok?" Jessica reaches in the diaper bag and grabs one of the special bottles Mandy made for her today. "Sure thanks." Amelia reaches out and grabs the bottle from Jessica before drinking it happily. Jessica heads to the door and opens it before heading out and taking Lily from Sarah. "Amelia wants to talk to Lily for a hour Sarah." "Oh um ok." Sarah now confused wondering what Amelia wants with Lily. Jessica walks back in the room and puts Lily in the other chair to talk to Amelia. "Ok you two I'll be back in one hour. I hope everything works out Amelia I really don't want to lose you, your my daughter too and I want you to stay." Jessica says wiping a single tear from her eye before leaving the room. "Amelia what did you want to talk to me about?" Lily wonders what Amelia might be thinking. "Do you know Sarah is my real mom? She gave birth to me." "SHES YOUR REAL MOM?!?!?!" Lily is shocked. "Wait wait wait back up I thought your parents died?" Lily is now so confused wondering what the hell is going on. "Sarah me to them after I was born cause Ella lost her daughter and Sarah was dealing with losing her best friends and my dad." "Wow. I thought my family was fucked up." "Yeah I'm not sure what to do. I love Sarah and Jessica but I lost trust in Sarah for this." "Amelia I know it's hard but at least she told you the truth and didn't hide it." "I know but I'm just so confused my brain can't think right." "Amelia how about this just let yourself be cared for, for a few days? No worry's or anything just some time to think?" "I'm already cared for." "Amelia your drinking a bottle of breast milk and it's relaxing you I can tell." "A BOTTLE OF WHAT?!?!?!" Amelia feels like shes going to throw up. "Really? It's special milk I use to breastfeed littles I know breast milk when I see it Amelia." "I think I'm going to be sick." Amelia wants to throw up so bad but is worried how big of a mess it might make. "Amelia breast milk relaxes littles that's why Mandy is giving you hers. Everyone wants you to be happy, you just need to want that yourself." "Lily the only time I was happy Ella ruined it, I had a girlfriend and I was happy. I had someone who cared about me I." "I'll be your girlfriend if you let me Amelia." "Wha....."

Oh she's spent her time in bouncers and baby swings, I promise you that! She's basically at the lowest level they have, even other 'actual' babies are above her. Don't worry though, the story isn't over yet, and there is still another way for her to sink. :p More coming still! thanks for commenting! :)

I always diaper myself standing. I used to do it freestanding but found that what others have suggested about backing up against a wall or door to hold the diaper up on ones backside while fastening it works much better than freestanding.

I had a nice relaxing morning off, so I thought I'd diaper up and wet whole relaxing in bed, then while taking care of other things. My stomach clearly had other ideas as I lay on my belly and filled the back of my Bambino. As I was alone, I figured I'd go back to sleep and worry about it in the next hour.

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Chapter 97 Jamie had grown used to not being able to help with much. He still felt compelled to offer, but the reality was so many things were too heavy or too high for him to do the things he would’ve done if he were back home, like helping Becky prepare her classroom. He could reach the rail that held the markers for her board, and he could move the desks, but as she was hanging things on walls while he kept her company. He always wondered what went on in an Itali classroom and just how much smarter bigs were than him. In daily life, it wasn’t obvious how bigs’ mastery of subjects they had back home but by no means were common actually helped them in their daily lives. Kids as young as nine learned calculus, and at some point around college the math and science they learned exceeded what could be found on earth except among the very best mathematicians, for whom much of it was still mostly theory. He suspected that at some point, among the smartest bigs, it wasn’t just that the dimension had made discoveries people on earth hadn’t made yet, but that their very biology made them capable of understanding what humans couldn’t, at least not yet. On the other hand, he hadn’t seen anything to make him think bigs were any better at what he, ironically, called the humanities. Their art wasn’t more beautiful, their language wasn’t more lyrical or complex, their movies were no better, and their religions, as well as he knew because his was a secular household in a generally secular country - any grander. All of it was merely different, and much was also the same. Becky taught science, and Jamie never asked her about it. It hadn’t been a strong subject of his in school. He occasionally looked at her textbook or lesson plans if they were open, but never more than a glance. Ella was the same way with Stacy’s work. She only knew Stacy did something in business. She didn’t care to learn more. “Can I walk around for a bit,” Jamie asked when their casual conversation paused. “Sure. Just stay in this hallway,” Becky said. Jamie had of course been to her school before. It looked much like a school at home, except the halls were so much longer and the ceilings so much higher that the echoes of his footsteps resounded as thought he were in the long nave of an empty church. Looking into other classrooms, he could guess what each teacher taught by the decorations on the walls. The social studies room always interested him most, but there was nothing new in there. The same teacher hung the same posters and timelines. It interested him anyway because he still didn’t feel like he knew the place and suspected he never could, that he’d always be an outsider not only because of his species but because he was an expatriate. It gave him insights into things Italis didn’t see, but there would always be a cultural gulf. He couldn’t understand certain things about them, and they couldn’t understand certain things about him even if they regarded him as merely a foreigner and not a little. Italis seemed at once more relaxed than back home, but they were more rule bound. Italis seemed individualistic yet also communitarian. Family was important, but an Itali’s duty to it wasn’t infinite. At least in the social circle he was a part of, surprisingly few people had children of their own, but they had littles, and Jamie didn’t know if that was only true of the people he knew or was true across society. Society itself seemed more equal and less stratified, but gender roles seemed apparent even without any enforcement; society just seemed to take certain gender roles for granted, and if it bothered anyone, he didn’t know of it. Those roles didn’t align neatly with the roles he was used to back home, either. Dads seemed no less involved in raising their children or tending their households than mothers, but having a little was something women or families did. Very few single men had a little. Jobs tending to littles were something women mostly did, almost as though interest in littles was itself a gendered hobby of sorts. To Italis, how these tendencies could coexist was never asked because they just did. To Jamie, these seemed in competition with each other. The timelines of Itali history stretched so far back it was hard for Jamie to even contemplate. Even at home, Jamie was aware that human history was so old that peoples he considered ancient had themselves been able to look back on peoples they considered ancient. Jamie was closer in time to Ancient Rome than Rome had been to Ancient Egypt. The two thousand year old societies Jamie had been taught were the predecessors of his own could look back on societies three thousand years older than themselves. Yet Itali history stretched twice as far, going back ten thousand years. Jamie felt even smaller when he thought on these things, but also smarter than he remembered to give himself credit for. Year for year, it seemed as though human society had evolved to its present form faster, though he wasn’t sure. “What do we have here,” someone said as Jamie was peering up at a history poster. He turned. “Hi,” he said before being cut off. “Hey little fella,” this woman said gently as she knelt down. Jamie recognized what she was doing, trying to seem safe and not frighten him. He appreciated it, though the mischievous part of him wondered what would happen sometime if he pretended to panic, just to see what chaos and reaction he could cause. It can get bored being a little. “Who do you belong to?” She paused, so she clearly expected him to be able to answer, which he did. “Becky Webb. I’m Jamie. She knows I’m here,” he added. “All alone? Well, let’s get you back to her.” “May I ask your name,” he asked. “Ms. Rayuken.” She straightened up and held a hand out. Jamie decided to be cooperative and took it, letting her lead him back to down the hall all of two classrooms. “Hi, Mom,” Jamie said before the woman could say anything. “O,” Becky said as she stepped down off a chair. “Janisa, I see you met Jamie.” She let his hand go. “I did. He was down the hall looking in Mr. Vineet’s room.” “Jamie loves history, don’t you?” “Very much so.” Janisa cocked her head to the side and seemed to have the epiphany some but not all people had when he spoke. It was still rare, actually, for people to realize on their own that he wasn’t just an articulate, regressed little. “O,” she said after a half second had passed. “That’s interesting. If only all our students were,” she laughed awkwardly. “Well, I have to get back to my office. With new faculty in the building, do you mind sticking close to each other so no one gets alarmed if they bump into him alone?” “Not at all,” Becky said with what Jamie recognized was her polite, fake smile. He hoped he hadn’t gotten her in trouble by being in another teacher’s classroom. He visited different rooms virtually every time he came to school. “We’re just about done here anyway.” “Place is looking good,” Janisa said. “See you next week.” She left. “Did I get you in trouble,” Jamie asked when he guessed the woman was out of earshot. “No. She’s just new and a little overly helpful is all. We have three new teachers, and none of them are in this hall.” “I’m not so alarming,” Jamie said as he hoisted himself with effort into a student desk. “She’s our new vice principal. Very eager, by the book. She’s trying hard to make herself a part of the place.” “She’s younger than you,” Jamie observed. “Mhmm. We’ll get to know each other, I’m sure. She didn’t hurt your feelings, did she?” “No. Probably shouldn’t be going into other classrooms anyway. I wouldn’t go into someone’s office.” “It’s okay. You’re not hurting anything. Sorry this is so boring.” She put the chair back and picked up after herself. “But we’re done now.” “Seem real yet,” he asked as she grabbed her purse and took Jamie’s hand to leave. “The last weekend before school starts? Nothing ever seems like it will get here, and then it gets here all at once. Still wanna go to the park?” Jamie did. He hadn’t spent as much time at the park that summer, and it showed on the pleasant smiles of the bigs they had gotten to know at the park over the years, a revolving cast of people who could be friends without ever knowing each other’s names. The park reminded Jamie of a stage, and he found it amusing to think of the people there as the play’s cast that remained behind whenever he left and were still in their places when he returned. “Hey, Steph,” Becky said as she approached the woman who had been the first to welcome them to the park. “Hey, Beck! Good to see you two. Been a while.” “We’ve been dealing with change,” Jamie said sarcastically but not spitefully. It had begun to be funny, but only just, their summer of crises large and small. “From the mouths of littles,” Becky joked along with him. “How’ve you’re been?” Jamie set off to play on the swing set. Or rather, his version of play, swinging and hanging and climbing as exercise, letting his weight stretch out his muscles and tendons. “We’ve been good. My application was approved,” Steph reported cheerfully. “Congratulations! Now for the waiting. Are the kids excited?” “Two out of three. My youngest isn’t so thrilled with the idea of a second little.” “Well, my oldest and only wasn’t thrilled with the idea of one,” Becky rejoinded. “What about Beth?” “She’s excited now, and hopefully it sticks. She’s looking forward to being a ‘big’ little sister, but of course we don’t know who we might match with.” “Three kids, one little, and another on the way,” Becky marveled. “How did you convince Paolo,” she asked, referring to her husband. “He always wanted a big family. Didn’t have to convince him at all. He had to convince me a little, actually.” “How?” “I believe his exact words were, ‘The house already smells, so why not one more.’” “How charming,” Becky laughed. “It’s the teenagers that do it,” Steph joked. “When Eni started puberty, the rule was he kept his door open. Now the rule is he keeps it closed. If I can’t see it, I can pretend it’s a dump.” “Can you all fit in that house now?” “We’re deciding who’s doubling up. Might start with the new little sleeping in our room. Depends on the little. We’re hoping for very regressed.” “The charms of Jamie haven’t worn off on you,” Becky asked. “He’s ...” She was about to say low maintenance and realized that wasn’t true. He required a little less physical work than the average little, but only just a little, and more emotional work. “Needle in a haystack even if we did want an unregressed little. I guess it’s the prospect of my first leaving the nest. I wanna start over ... speaking of, last time we saw each other you said the move was coming up.” “It came and went. We’re still adjusting. I see her every day so far. Sort of starting to see how it changes your relationship. She’s been an adult for years, but it just seems like I’m seeing her as a truly independent person for the first time. It’s good. Hard, but good.” “Maybe that’s the best of both worlds: an adult daughter to be proud of and a little to snuggle.” “Two,” Becky said again. It was a rarity having two. Littles are expensive and a lot of work. Becky assumed Steph must be at least somewhat wealthy because she managed to not work outside the home while comfortably paying the expenses of a family of six. Getting a second little confirmed it. The agency wouldn’t have approved her otherwise. “Tandem strollers and everything.” “Mhmm. Gonna be different for sure. But you know how long it can take to match,” Stephanie said, “and then for them to actually arrive. Could be a year or more.” “Actually, we found Jamie pretty quick. I think it was just a month after our application was approved. Probably helped that most people don’t want an unregressed little. And with special needs. We were open to those, so I guess that’s an automatic flag for a potential match.” Stephanie thought Jamie was awesome, and Becky had explained a little more about him over the years, but she always thought describing him as having special needs was a step too far. Of course, she never did see him outside the almost always happy setting of the park. “What happened to tag,” Becky asked. The perpetual game was missing from the field nearest the playground. “Relegated to mornings. The kids started playing Red Rover again, and some moms just won’t put a stop to it. They could at least use a different field. They don’t need as much space.” “Well, Jamie’s not playing that,” Becky asserted. “How can those moms be so reckless? That little has gray hair! He’s gonna tear something,” Becky said as she pointed to a little in the game. “Trust me, I know. Same thing is going to happen as last time: moms will let them keep playing it until someone gets hurt. And the rest of us have to be the bad guys because we won’t let ours play.” “They’re not kids,” Becky said as though making a point to someone who wasn’t there. “They’re not as springy.” Jamie did notice that his game of tag was gone. He remembered playing Red Rover when he was still in grade school, and he knew as an adult that no school would allow it nowadays, not least because of the liability. A part of him wanted to go play. The other part of him worried about hurting someone. He’d make a lousy link in a human chain; he’d let people through. As it was, he noticed that the more regressed littles didn’t get to play for lack of coordination. Even if they couldn’t win at tag, they could at least chase each other and toddle around. There weren’t even many littles playing Red Rover. They didn’t need the whole field. With no game to join, Jamie got off the play structure and made his way to the fountain, cooling off under the spouts and tugging his diaper up in back as it got heavy. The spray moved with the wind. He waddled back to Becky. Becky saw him coming. She was prepared. She never came to the park in warm weather without a towel and change of clothes for him. “Did a whale splash you,” Steph asked as he walked over. “A narwhal,” Jamie said. “Unicorns of the sea.” He stood and dripped while Becky laid the changing pad down. He didn’t mind being changed in public anymore. He looked forward to how good being dry would feel. “You and water,” Becky said as she started to strip the wet clothes off him. “What are we gonna do with you?” He was nude only for a second before Becky wrapped a towel around him. He held it closed and starting chewing on the corner as Becky got his wet shoes and socks and shorts off his feet. Without looking up, she gently admonished Jamie to stop. Where he’d picked up that habit and why it was so hard to break, she didn’t know. She swept him off his feet and laid him down on the pad, rubbing him down with the towel and leaving it closed while she got a diaper ready. Only then did she open the towel and quickly got him diapered with Stephanie looking on. “Gonna have a new friend for you to play with,” she told him. That was a bit of a misnomer as he didn’t play with her little, Beth. They just liked different things. He wouldn’t be playing with her new little either if she ended up with a very regressed one like she wanted. “You got approved,” he asked. She didn’t remember telling him she was adopting again and doubted Becky had. She figured he had overheard her; she often forgot that he could understand everything she said. It was easy to forget that about unregressed littles. The regressed ones mostly don’t pay attention, and even if they can understand the words, they don’t always grasp the meaning. “I did,” she told him. “What are you hoping for,” he asked as he lifted his hips for Becky to get one of his running skirts around his hips. Stephanie hadn’t asked about that. It didn’t bother her. It just seemed sudden. “Boy or girl or neither, doesn’t matter to us.” Becky helped Jamie to sit up and got a shirt on him. “Hungry, baby bear,” Becky asked. “Mhmm. Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” she said as she got his sandals on his feet. “I need to start doing that more before I forget how,” he said. “You have zero trouble taking clothes off. Just do that backwards,” Becky teased him. “We’re going to go to lunch if you wanna join us,” she offered to Stephanie. “Packed our own today,” Stephanie responded. She had gone to lunch with them exactly once. “We’ll have to come back in the morning when they’re still playing tag,” Becky said as she packed his things away. Jamie was relieved to hear people still played his favorite game at the park. As she buckled him into the car, he asked, “What are we doing when we get home?” “Same thing we do every afternoon.” “Try to take over the world?” That question always amused Jamie. Becky had no idea why. “Nap time for baby bears.”

Still looking found one need another one or two... if you’re lucky I’ll do one where I dominate you but none of this loving bs, I’m a bitch and I will humiliate you and punish you... I wanna be the one babied first! message me if interested

I can't wait for the next chapter

Amber was 21 living on her own and had an issue is she recently stated having bedwetting problems at night it got to the point she had to buy diapers she decided to get some help

With the storm continuing to bring wind and rain Elise sets about her work of looking after Emily. Elise's guest wakes up to find her strange situation and an older lady who seems strangely intent on looking after her. This story was commissioned by RoboNarples. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the support of all my patrons. For $5 a month you can see every story update I write a week before anyone else and for $10 a month you get the early access plus access to TWENTY-SIX EXCLUSIVE STORIES only available to patrons. There are more rewards and tiers available and all can be seen on my Patreon page. Any and all support is very appreciated https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Elise manoeuvred Emily into position across her lap again. The same process started to repeat itself with Elise spoon feeding the younger woman. Elise noticed Emily didn’t put up as much of a fight this time, it was hard to know if that was because she was hungry or enjoying it. Elise would guess it was the latter since she knew how much Zoe loved this. After about three quarters of the bowl Emily suddenly stopped eating. She closed her mouth and looked up at Elise with wide wild eyes. She started squirming as much as she was able to and just as Elise was about to ask what was wrong she heard the young woman suddenly pass some gas. She suddenly realised what was about to happen and a wide smile broke over her face. “Uh oh.” Elise said playfully, “Is someone about to leave a big stinky present for me?” It was obvious that Emily was trying to resist her body but it was equally obvious she was losing the battle. Elise put the bowl down and gently placed her free hand against the diaper between Emily’s legs. “Push it all out.” Elise encouraged gently, “Get all that yucky poopy out of you.” Emily tried to speak but all that came out was a childish babble. Elise watched as the young woman seemed to physically give up. Emily’s eyes closed and Elise could feel her muscles tensing. There was a pregnant pause where Elise barely dared to breathe, she saw Emily’s face turning red. “That’s it… Good girl.” Elise softly encouraged the straining woman. Elise looked down at the diaper and then quite suddenly felt the area between Emily’s legs starting to expand. Her heart fluttered as she felt the soft excrement pushing against the padding. The warmth spread out through the plastic quickly and Elise could feel the poop pushing out and spreading. The younger woman must really have needed to go because she kept pushing more of the stinky mess out and into the diaper. Tears were rolling down her face long before she finally relaxed. “Doesn’t that feel better?” Elise said. Elise massaged the diaper and pushed the fully loaded padding against the girl. She rubbed it around a bit and chuckled as she heard Emily groan. It was only a few seconds before the smell started to leak out. “It’s OK, sweetie.” Elise said to the student, “We’ll finish lunch and then I’ll change your stinky diaper, OK?” Elise picked up the bowl and started to load the spoon again. “P-Please…” Emily managed to force out followed by a sob. Before Emily could say any more Elise pushed the spoon into her mouth and resumed the feeding. After a couple of seconds hesitation Emily visibly sighed and started eating again. When the bowl was finished Emily was fed the bottle. The whole time the feeding was happening the smell continued to get worse and Elise took any pause as an invitation to massage the full diaper again. The milk contained more of the medicine and Emily was quickly finding it harder to resist again though she remained fully conscious. As soon as the lunch was finished Elise turned Emily back around and laid her on the bed again. “I’ll be right back.” Elise said as she picked up the cutlery. As Elise left the room she looked back at the bed where she could see the discoloured diaper was causing Emily some discomfort. She was moving ever so slightly but Elise could see that every slight twist or turn was causing the messy in the diaper to spread further. She could see Emily grimacing but she knew the student was secretly enjoying it. Zoe always acted the same way. When Elise did return it was with a plastic tub that she had to drag in behind her. It was just big enough for Emily. Elise didn’t immediately put her guest in the tub though, she shuttled back and forth from the bathroom to fill the vessel with warm water. Every time Elise was in the room she could see Emily’s eyes following her. When the water was at a good level Elise started removing Emily’s diaper. “What a stinky baby.” Elise said as she started wiping the younger woman’s diaper area, “It’s OK, baby. Babies go potty in their diapers and rely on others, you’ll be clean soon.” By the time the tub was full Emily’s body was weak enough that Elise could easily carry her to the water. Elise lowered the smaller woman’s body into the warm water, she let out only a small murmur of complaint as her body was mostly submerged leaving just her breasts and above visible. “Zoe used to love my sponge baths.” Elise said with a warm smile, “I’m sure you will too. I can be very gentle.” Elise picked up a sponge and started cleaning Emily. She started at the top and worked her way down, a pleasant hum escaped her lips as she soaped her guest up and then rinsed it off with the sponge. Quite naturally water splashed all over and as the water level dropped more of Emily’s body became visible above the water. Elise noticed that Emily was trembling slightly and she occasionally let out a high-pitched whine. She seemed to whine more whenever Elise washed one of her more sensitive areas. Elise simply smiled and continued until she was happy with Emily’s cleanliness. Towels had been placed around the tub to collect the water and now Elise lifted Emily on to one of them. She left Emily there as she took the tub away, it was quite an effort to drag since it still had some water in it but Elise managed. Whilst she was gone Emily couldn’t even manage to roll over, she had a glazed look in her eyes as she watched the door and waited for Elise. Elise returned with yet more towels and commenced with drying the obviously sedated Emily. Elise took her time as she didn’t want Emily to be uncomfortable in bed. “There. Doesn’t it feel better to be all clean?” Elise asked rhetorically. Emily tried to reply but could only make babbling sounds. Elise could see her face going red from the embarrassment at not being able to communicate properly. “Hold on right there, sweetie.” Elise cooed as she stood up with a lot of effort. Elise collected a new diaper from the chest of drawers and walked back to Emily. She crouched down between the naked woman’s legs and unfolded the padding. She lifted Emily’s legs up to slip the padding beneath her. “Stop…” Emily’s voice was weak but she seemed suddenly more aware of what was happening, “… Not a… Baby…” “It’s OK, just relax.” Elise said as she rubbed Emily’s naked thigh. The diaper was pulled up between the younger woman’s legs and Elise saw her sigh out of resignation. Elise chuckled as she pulled the two sides of the diaper tight against Emily’s skin before taping them down. Elise knew that younger women always seemed to put up such a fuss when they were looked after like this but she was certain it was for their own good. Not only was she helping Emily recuperate from whatever illness was causing her trouble but she was sure the student would feel better than ever by the time it was all over. With the new diaper taped around Emily’s waist Elise was just about to put her back to bed when she had an idea. Elise walked over to the pristine white wardrobe doors and opened one half of them. She rifled through a few of the outfits before pulling one out with excitement. She turned around and displayed it for Emily whose only reaction was to tightly close her eyes. “Isn’t it gorgeous?” Elise asked as she turned to look at the garment herself, “Perfect for a special princess like you.” The pink nightie was made of an extremely thin material and had white lacy frills around all of the holes. It was something Elise had made herself many years ago based on a design she had found in the children’s department of a clothing store. Elise dressed Emily by feeding her limp arms through the holes and pulling it down over her body. When she laid Emily back down she smiled and chuckled giddily at the way the bottom of the thick diaper stuck out from under the nightie. “I just have to get a photo of this!” Elise held up her camera and took another picture which quickly developed, “This can go up on the fridge. Oh, and this should make you feel better and heal faster.” Elise pulled a pink and white pacifier out of her pocket and placed it in Emily’s mouth. The mouth guard slipped down until it pressed against the younger woman’s lips. Elise could see that Emily was blushing violently. Elise turned and left the room ignoring Emily’s muffled calls. She needed to make sure her guest got plenty of rest so that she could recuperate. Zoe would always make a fuss like Emily for a while but she always calmed down eventually. --- The next few days established a routine for Emily. Elise would change her, feed her, bathe her and dress her every single day. Elise would even read stories or play with Emily though Emily remained drugged and unable to do much except watch. The constant diet of specially fattened baby food was having two effects on the college student. Emily was filling her diapers more often and more easily, the heavily liquid diet softened her poop dramatically and Elise was fairly sure the younger woman was losing control of her bowels even after only a few days. Elise would be feeding Emily as usual whilst covertly placing a hand on her diaper and would feel the padding expanding with no obvious effort on Emily’s part, when Elise informed Emily of what had happened she would become very embarrassed and distressed. Elise had put Emily’s hair into two pigtails with pink bows at the bottom and they hung down over her shoulders. She would fix her hair like that each morning thinking of it as great bonding between the two of them. The other effect of Emily’s diet was a lot more noticeable at a glance. Despite the assumption that the mostly liquid food would result in weight loss the sheer volume and fatty content caused the opposite effect. Emily was definitely gaining weight or what Elise liked to refer to as “baby fat.” It didn’t take long for it to start piling on and after a week Emily was developing a bit of a tummy. Days turned to weeks and Elise continued the same monotonous schedule with almost no deviation at all. She made sure to keep Emily up to date on her weight gain and she was pleased to see the young woman with a tell-tale baby pudge. After a month of constant babying Elise was confident Emily had become mostly incontinent. The student was often wet or messy and Elise noticed her wetting several times when she most certainly wouldn’t want to. There was an incident during a diaper change when Emily just started peeing, when Elise drew her attention to that fact the younger woman began crying like the baby she was becoming. On another occasion Emily had been sitting in the tub waiting for it to be filled with warm water when she suddenly pooped. Emily was mortified but Elise was thrilled, the elderly woman believed that all younger women would be much happier with less unnecessary thoughts occupying their brains, worrying about holding on for the bathroom was unneeded stress. As time moved on Elise started to reduce the dose of muscle relaxant she had been feeding Emily. Partly through muscle weakness and partly because she had grown accustomed to it Emily still didn’t move much and rarely spoke. The pacifier had become a constant companion for Emily and Elise practically danced with joy when she went into the bedroom one day to find Emily sucking on her thumb after the binky had fallen out of her mouth.

With the storm continuing to bring wind and rain Elise sets about her work of looking after Emily. Elise's guest wakes up to find her strange situation and an older lady who seems strangely intent on looking after her. This story was commissioned by RoboNarples. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the support of all my patrons. For $5 a month you can see every story update I write a week before anyone else and for $10 a month you get the early access plus access to TWENTY-SIX EXCLUSIVE STORIES only available to patrons. There are more rewards and tiers available and all can be seen on my Patreon page. Any and all support is very appreciated https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Elise looked out the windows of the living room with a smile on her face. The storm hadn’t let up in the two hours since Emily had arrived and Elise saw streams of water running down her garden path. She had been waiting to see if Emily was going to wake up but it seemed like she was out like a light, that wasn’t a surprise with the powerful sedative she had been given and even when she came around she would be pretty out of it. It was for Emily’s own good though, Elise had no trouble rationalising what she had to do since it had worked so well for her own daughter. Turning away from the window and avoiding Trevor who almost got caught up under her feet Elise started walking back up the stairs. The older woman walked down the landing and opened the door to her daughter’s old bedroom. Sure enough Emily was still in the bed snoring gently but otherwise dead to the world. Elise walked over to the drawers and pulled open the top one. She smiled as she saw the diapers that reminded her of her daughter. They hadn’t been touched in a long while but they seemed to still be in one piece. Elise pulled the top diaper out and looked at it in the light. The white plastic exterior was decorated with pictures of princesses, they looked just like Elise remembered though they were slightly bigger than her memory envisaged. Elise was lost for a couple of minutes as pictures of Zoe in these diapers danced through her mind, memories of previous years that Elise missed greatly. Eventually Elise turned to face Emily again. The young woman looked so much like Zoe that if she squinted she could easily confuse the two. Her hair was the same shade of blonde and her soft facial features looked just like a younger Zoe. Elise walked back across the room, the only sound was Emily’s soft breathing and the ticking of the clock in the hallway. “Let’s get you nice and comfortable.” Elise whispered though there was no one to hear her. Throwing the covers back Elise uncovered the naked woman. She wasted no time in placing the diaper between Emily’s legs before unfolding it, just as Elise had suspected the diaper would be a perfect fit. Elise lifted Emily’s legs and slid the padding underneath her, the plastic crinkled softly as the legs were lowered and Emily’s butt came down on the rear of the disposable underwear. The front was pulled up and then taped tightly closed around Emily’s waist. “I’ll be back to check on you later.” Elise said as she placed the cover back on the sleeping girl. --- Elise woke up the next morning with the sun coming in through the window. The storm of the previous night had blown itself out and now the morning looked very clear. As Elise got out of bed she pulled on her dressing gown and looked out of the window. Trevor meowed from the end of the bed. “Yes, I know you’re hungry.” Elise said as she turned around, “Come on.” As soon as Elise opened the door Trevor ran out and down the stairs. Elise followed the feline into the kitchen where Trevor’s bowl was waiting to be filled. Trevor watched with his bright cat’s eyes as Elise scooped half a tin of cat food into the bowl and topped it up with some dry treats. As Trevor started greedily gulping down the food Elise went to a cabinet she hadn’t opened in many years. She stretched as she reached for the door and smiled when it swung open. Everything in that small space brought back memories from Elise’s past. Large baby bottles, sippy cups, childish bowls and many more items sat on the dark and dusty shelf. Elise pulled down one of the bottles and gave it a quick clean. Once she was satisfied she put some more of the medicine in the bottle and topped it up with milk. This was all giving Elise fantastic feelings of nostalgia, she felt like she was ten years younger and looking after her sickly daughter again. She then filled a bowl with baby food that she briefly warmed up in the microwave. Elise returned upstairs with the bottle and bowl and made her way down to the childish bedroom. She opened the door up and looked over to the bed. Emily was lying there but most definitely awake, her wide eyes stared wildly at Elise as she walked around the bed to stand next to her. Emily’s eyes stared up and her lips moved but no sound came out. “Did you have a good rest?” Elise asked as she sat the bottle on the bedside table. Elise watched Emily trying to move her mouth and speak but she was having a real tough time making the words happen. She smiled patiently down at the young woman. “What… Happen?” Emily forced out. It looked like it took every ounce of energy she had to speak. “Relax, sweetie.” Elise said as she stroked the hair out of Emily’s face, “I gave you some medicine to help you relax. It’s just until you get better.” Elise picked up the bed cover and threw it to the side. She reached down and between Emily’s legs, she pressed her palm against the padding and found it to be spongy and warm. She smiled and noticed Emily moving her eyes to look away. “It’s OK, baby.” Elise said with a small chuckle, “Just let Aunty Elise take care of everything.” As Elise started to pull the tapes off the diaper she heard Emily making whining and grunting noises. She was completely unable to move her arms and legs and she couldn’t speak without a supreme effort. Elise lowered the front of the diaper to reveal the very wet padding inside. With one of her long fingers Elise prodded the padding and saw some of the urine move along the top of the absorbent area. The diaper had been wet very recently, Elise wondered if Emily had been asleep or awake when it happened. “What a wet baby girl!” Elise said teasingly. Elise took some baby wipes from the drawers and started rubbing them against Emily’s skin. Elise hummed happily as she cleaned the stranger’s crotch. The older woman acted as if this was the most normal thing in the world even as Emily clearly groaned her disapproval. Once Elise was satisfied with the cleaning she pulled the used diaper out, she went over to the drawers for a fresh disposable which was taped on to Emily in short order. “Let’s give you something to eat.” Elise smiled. Elise sat down on the edge of the bed and reached forwards to Emily’s limp body. With no small effort she turned the young woman around and laid her across her lap. She looked down at Emily only to see two very fearful eyes staring back up at her, she had nothing to be scared of though since Elise just wanted to look after her. Elise could feel Emily trying to tense her muscles or moving but she couldn’t get any force into her movements. Her arms flopped around and tried to push against Elise but she couldn’t manage any kind of meaningful movement. Elise smiled down at her. “Just relax.” Elise said as if talking to a fussy baby, “I’m just going to give you some yummy food. Zoe used to love having me feed her when she was poorly.” “Ple…” Emily was desperately trying to speak but the sedatives in her system made it next to impossible, “Go…” Elise ignored Emily’s half-formed words and reached over to the nightstand to pick up the bowl of baby food which had now cooled down. She dipped a small plastic spoon into the food and brought it up to her lips to blow on it a little. She could see Emily was trying to raise her arms but her weak movements were just like those of an actual baby and were easily ignored. “Open up for the choo-choo-train!” Elise said in syrupy baby talk. Elise saw Emily turn her head away as her desperate eyes looked towards the window. The older woman simply rolled her eyes at her guest’s obstinacy. The hand that was underneath Emily’s head turned to force the younger woman to look at her. Her eyes were shining with tears. Elise pushed the spoon forwards and against the lips of Emily. After some resistance and a groan of defeat the hungry woman opened her mouth and allowed the spoon to be inserted. As Elise prepared the second spoonful she watched as Emily winced at the taste of the baby mush. She hunched her shoulders up as much as she could and shook her head a little. “It’s good for you.” Elise cooed, “Be a good girl and eat your breakfast.” Another spoonful was pressed forwards and Emily swallowed it as fast as she could. Elise smiled and dipped the spoon in again and again. She patiently waited for Emily to swallow each mouthful but kept feeding her more. Eventually she was having to scrape the bowl to get the last of the food out. Some of the mush had ended up running down Emily’s chin and on to her bare body. “We’ll need to remember to get you a bib next time won’t we, little one.” Elise asked without expecting a response, “Now for your bottle. Some lovely milk and medicine for you.” Elise saw Emily’s eyes widen at the word “medicine” but she didn’t slow down or hesitate as she picked the bottle up and turned it upside down. A single drop of the sweet milk leaked out of the teat and fell against Emily’s breast causing the nearly nude girl to jump. It seemed like Emily was much keener to open her mouth and accept the baby bottle. Elise was glad that she was being cooperative even if she knew it was likely to wash away the taste of the baby food. Zoe had always been the same when she was at home. Elise pushed the bottle between Emily’s lips and started humming a soft lullaby. At first Elise could feel that Emily wasn’t sucking, the bottle remained stationary even while her limbs moved. Elise sat patiently waiting, she could hear Emily breathing through her nose as she looked up desperately. Several minutes must’ve passed before Elise finally felt soft movement on the bottle as it bobbed against Emily’s lips. The younger woman’s face blushed a deep red as she sucked on the bottle. “All gone!” Elise said in mock surprise when the bottle was finally drained. As Elise put the bottle back on the bedside cabinet the young woman let out a loud burp causing Elise to giggle. Emily was clearly already starting to get tired again. Elise placed Emily back in the bed and covered her up again, as she pulled the blanket over her she saw that the padding of the diaper had already darkened. She smiled and gave Emily a kiss on the forehead before leaving. --- Elise returned to the bedroom shortly after she had finished her lunch. She was carrying yet another bottle and bowl of food. The food was not just baby food but a very fatty version of it, it was designed for babies who needed to gain weight and now Elise was giving it, in large quantities, to Emily. That poor girl was all skin and bones and Elise was determined to get some weight on her before she left. Emily was still lying in bed but was wide awake. Elise started repeating the same procedure from the morning and placed the weak girl’s lunch on the dresser as she pulled back the covers. “You look so sweet, I could just eat you up!” Elise said excitedly, “Oh, I know. Wait right there!” Elise hurried out of the room and into her bedroom. She dug around in the closet for a minute before finding what she was looking for. Like many women her age Elise hadn’t really got into the new digital world, she didn’t have a smartphone or a modern computer, but what she did have was a Polaroid camera. Elise rushed back into the childlike bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed. Emily was exposed and lying on the mattress as Elise gleefully lifted the old camera to her face. After a couple of seconds and despite Emily’s grunted attempts at complaint the flash went off and the photo was taken. Elise took the printed out photo and shook it a few times as she waited for the image to show up. “Just wonderful!” Elise smiled before turning the picture around to show Emily, “A little souvenir, a way to remember your time here.” Elise’s smile faltered when she saw Emily tightly close her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. Emily’s face was very red and her body was shaking slightly. The poor girl was crying! “Oh, don’t worry, baby.” Elise sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked the nearest of Emily’s cheeks, “You won’t be leaving here for a while yet. No need to cry, sweetie.”

March 16 2020.. was the I became an orphan .. it was the day my Mommy Domme. Passed away .. the day I lost the only person that really loved me and never judged me.. the person that told me she would never leave. She was taken from me and I’m an absolute mess. Mommy I miss you .. please please come back .. I need you