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I am republishing the chapters of this work here. I had pulled it down for a few months as part of the terms of the Amazon program I had enrolled 'Tour Guides' in. If you like this tale please consider purchasing a copy to support me! You may purchase it here: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09XZR9SB9 on the Kindle store! Chapter 1: I WALKED INTO the offices of the National Inquisitive magazine, hoping that their call to our agency was a legitimate one. I shook my head once again at the many changes in my life in such a short time. Since receiving my discharge papers two years ago, I found myself working for a respected PI firm. My application hadn’t been in, but about ten minutes when I’d received the call from the CEO that he wanted to interview me that day. The interview was shockingly short! “You served fifteen years in DEVGRU?” “Yes, sir,” I told him. “Honorable discharge?” “I have a copy of my DD-214 here,” I told the man. He took it from my hands and said, “You’re hired. When can you start?” Over the next year, I was used in some of their riskier investigations. I was always relieved that I rarely had to use any of my training. Really most of the time, I was just able to follow leads, perform stakeouts, and very seldomly help protect someone. Yesterday my boss had called and said that the National Inquisitive magazine had hired our services. They specifically wanted our two most able-bodied combat veterans and for us not to know who the other was chosen. ‘Weird,’ had been my reply to my boss. He had agreed with me that things seemed off. I researched the magazine and found most of their stories were outlandish fiction. Once in a long while, a true story was published to prove that they did real journalism, but most of it was UFOs, Hollywood trash, or Bigfoot sightings… ‘They’re paying enough for us to pay you quadruple your normal rate,’ my boss had justified. It set off more alarm bells, but following orders was ingrained into my soul at this point. So I said ‘Hooyah!’ and got with the program like always. Their offices were more extensive than I expected in a tall skyscraper downtown. As I walked inside, I admired the expensive décor on my way to stand in front of a reception desk to check-in. “Good afternoon, ma’am. My name is Travis Foster. I’m here to see Stephanie Richardson?” “Oh yes, sir, I have you down here. You’re going to go to the elevator and floor twenty-two. Someone will meet you up there to show you to the conference room. I’ll let her know you’re on your way up.” “Thanks,” I told her and shifted my leather satchel to my other hand while waiting for the elevator to open. The trip up wasn’t the fastest with stopping at multiple floors, but I was soon exiting and found an older gentleman waiting at the doors. “Mr. Foster?” He asked with a smile. “Yes, sir,” I told him. “I’m Clark Mendelssohn. Please come this way; we’re ready for you in the conference room.” I followed the man down and discovered a woman about my age in a business suit seated at the head of a conference table. She was joined by several others around the table that I was motioned to join. “Good afternoon Mr. Foster,” the lady at the head said, “I’m Stephanie Richardson, Chief Editor of the Inquisitive.” “Nice to meet you,” I told her. “My boss sent me down here but didn’t give me an idea of what I’m supposed to be doing for you all?” I looked around the room and took in the others. None of the other five looked alike, seeming to be a very diverse group in age and gender. “Well, we’re doing a story right now and need some outside help to ensure we have the most balanced piece we can get.” “I’m not exactly a reporter?” She laughed, “No, and that’s why I hope you’ll have as much or more success than the others. We’re hoping your background as a SEAL will make a difference. Mr. Foster, how much do you know about the new Dimensional Portal?” I shrugged, “Not a ton…?” I said, thinking that wasn’t entirely true - but she wasn’t cleared for that information. “Something about great technology and really tall people?” She nodded, “You basically have nailed what little we know. Pictures are almost non-existent, and where we do have them, they usually only show our people standing next to a tall person or some cool technology.” I nodded, “Well, that might make sense…?” Then, I suggested, “But you have some other idea?” A gentleman next to her said, “I’m Jimmy Kilburn; I run the photography department here. We’ve sent in four photogs to just get some pictures in the last six months - none of them have returned.” “The reasons?” “The authorities say it’s because they found better lives on the other side.” “No contact with them to confirm that?” “One did, but it was a letter and didn’t feature a cipher that we told our people to use to confirm that they were sending it without duress.” “Sounds fishy,” I admitted. “You have a theory of what’s not being said?” I asked. “Yes,” Stephanie said, “though I know it sounds like something that is an outlandish tabloid story, we believe we’re right and need proof.” She paused as if looking to see if I would hear her out, so I nodded, “I’ve seen some crazy stuff in life. What’s your theory?” “We believe the portals aren’t really for free trade and travel of goods and ideas. Our belief is that our world is being used as a source of human slaves for the other dimension.” “For what?” “Surrogate babies,” she told me. I nodded, thinking back to the classified encounter I had with a group of amazons on a short training exchange we had. I had noted that even with my height, I was still only standing with my head just below the women’s breasts that we had trained with. The men had been even taller… One of them was so tall that the top of my head just barely reached the level of his belly button. He was a monster of a man, unusual for even there, but I recalled feeling like a child next to even the shortest. Given I was six-foot, seven inches tall, that was saying something! “Why?” I asked. “We’ve only been able to get a couple of past visitors to talk to us. There must be some sort of NDA signed by travelers when they return. The two willing to talk were a little… agitated…” she said with a wince, “They claimed something about Amazon birthrates being too low to sustain some sort of primal mothering instinct. One of them spoke of a near-miss of an ‘adoption’ and then went into sobs.” Clark informed me. “Sounds like you have enough for a story already?” I asked. “Almost, but as the saying goes, ‘the proof is in the pudding,’” Stephanie said. “We want proof in the form of photographs.” “Sounds like you’ve tried that before?” I suggested. “We have, but we’ve tried it in a more obvious way with our known journalists every other time. This time we want to try sending in a group of unrelated individuals for this article. We’re keeping your identities secret from each other, and we’re trying different travel vectors for each person.” “Different vectors?” “Well, the government portal is not the only one at this point. We also have a local location of a new company that opened this year called Portal Relocations… We’re sending a couple people in through their network too.” I nodded, remembering seeing the signs on the highway, “How am I going in?” “We’re going to send you on the tourist route.” “Sounds like that doesn’t work, though…?” I suggested. I was growing nervous about this assignment as memories of literally getting spanked on my ass through a few sparring matches surfaced in my memory. “It hasn’t with the obvious camera gear. Instead, we want to send you in with more discreet surveillance options.” “How discreet?” “Implanted into your body,” Stephanie said. “Excuse me?” “We have acquired some… technology that will enable us to plant a lens on your eye like a contact lens. It’s safe to keep on your eye for up to one year, and it will transmit wirelessly to a storage device that will be implanted under your skin in your arm.” “What happens if I’m scanned with an X-Ray or something?” “Won’t show up! It’s made of plastic and organic components, no metal.” I looked at them and said, “I’m willing to consider this… but there will need to be some additional money in it for me. This is by far the most dangerous op I’ve been on as a civilian… maybe even when I was on active duty, depending on if what you’re saying is true.” “We’ve already offered to quadruple the rate to your agency…?” “I know, and I’m okay with that coming from them. However, I want an additional bonus if I return with this information.” “How much?” Stephanie asked. “If I make it back with this information, five-hundred thousand, plus help with any heat I may have on me.” “Heat?” “Diplomatic issues?” I mentioned. “I can’t be a kite that you cut into the wind.” “If you get back with that information, you have yourself a deal, Mr. Foster!” Stephanie said and came to shake my hand. “Now, Jimmy can get you set up with your camera system today. We have you scheduled to leave on a tour that leaves Monday.” I nodded, “Fair enough, that’ll give me time to hold mail and everything.” Then, I looked at Jimmy, “Let’s get this done?” “Right this way,” he told me and let me down to the elevator. We took it to a sub-basement level, “You have a real-life Q down here or something?” I asked. “So, to speak,” he told me. I raised my eyebrow but continued on. Eventually, we arrived at a door where Jimmy typed a password, pushed his thumb on a biometric lock pad that appeared, and gave it a voice identification. ‘They’re serious about this!’ I thought. ‘What the hell did I just sign up for?’ Down another hallway, we came to a room that looked like the headquarters for spy cameras anonymous. Shelves and shelves of disguised cameras were around. A grey-haired man sat at a desk tinkering with something, ignoring our entry. “Marty!” Jimmy said to get his attention, making the man jump with his voice. “Whoa! How long have you been there?” “Just a moment,” I told him politely. “Well, this is your next candidate?” “Yes, he’s the one we need the special camera we spoke about.” “The ocular one, correct?” “Yes,” Jimmy told him. “Come here, son,” he told me, leading me to a back area and a chair that looked like it was pulled from a dentist’s office. “Please take your shirt off and then have a seat,” he told me. I pulled my shirt off and sat down before watching him clean his hands, glove up, and bring a small box to set on a steel table beside the chair. “Squeamish?” he asked me. “No, sir,” I told him. “Hold on a second, let me lean this chair back. You’re one of the tallest people I’ve ever met. Just how tall are you?” “Just six-foot-seven,” I told him. “Might as well be a giant compared to my five feet five-inch height,” he told me with a laugh. He pulled a small syringe and a scalpel out. “I will give you a local anesthetic,” he told me. He looked at the fatty tissue of my arm, “Not a lot of fat on you here.” “Uncle Sam wasn’t very appreciative of fat on me!” I told him with a laugh. “Ranger?” “SEAL,” I told him. “No, they wouldn’t have been happy with the fat. I think there’s still enough for me to work with. You have an old wound here?” He asked about a scar. “Shrapnel from an IED. I was lucky...” I told him. “In more ways than one, it should be a good place to put this.” He stabbed the area near it with the needle, and I immediately felt a loss of sensation around my skin there. He poked at it, “Can you feel this?” “No…” I told him. “Great!” he told me and then sterilized the area before he lanced my skin open with the scalpel. “You know what you’re doing… right?” “Oh… yeah, I’ve done this a few times.” I watched mildly concerned as he pulled at the skin and then pushed in a device the width and length of a micro SD card with a bit more thickness to it. I felt a bit of tingle for a second, and after checking something on his computer, he came back, pressed the wound down, and glued it shut. A Band-Aid followed, and then he switched to a fresh pair of gloves. “Open your eye wide for me,” he told me. I sat passively as a contact was applied to one eye, then another to the other. I could tell they weren’t prescription because nothing in my vision changed. Finally, he pulled off the gloves and said, “Okay, let me show you how this works!” I spent the next couple of hours being shown how I could initiate video recordings and also how to make still pictures. When they were recording or taking stills, there was the smallest of red or orange lights that would appear in my vision. The controls were all based on muscle twitches around my eyes. It was odd, but I eventually got the hang of it and was also shown how to download copies of the files. In the event, I couldn’t offload anything though there was enough space for four weeks straight of video recording and an additional forty-thousand high res image slots available. He showed me the video and image quality, and I was very impressed. “Where did you get this tech?” “This is my job. I do this for a living,” Marty told me with a smile and dodged the question. “This should help, thanks!” I told him and was led out by Jimmy. Before I left their offices, I was given a packet of information. The information included the legend for the cover I was using for this trip. I wasn’t using an alias because of passport laws or something. ‘You really don’t want to be accused of breaking the law over there!’ Jimmy had told me. “What are my options if I get burned?” I had asked when we ended our meeting in his office. “You’re on your own,” he told me. “We don’t know enough to even have a chance of helping you.” “Great…” “Look on the bright side, when you come back, you’re going to be well taken care of?” I nodded at that and took my leave from their building. Back at my apartment, I took the time to hold my mail with the post office and let my landlord know I’d be gone a couple weeks. I had the funds available, so I paid the next three months’ rent to be safe. I had one week until my departure and spent the entire time preparing with intel and backup plans for when something went wrong. The whole situation sounded FUBAR before I’d even started, but the pay rate was too good to turn down! I didn’t trust any part of the Inquisitive’s offer, or my own agency, that much regarding if something went wrong. I carefully put a couple of stashes of emergency go-bags around town not far from the portal. Each included clothing, wigs, money, and weapons. Near each was a cheap vehicle I bought with cash. I’d long ago been taught some techniques to disappear off the grid if I needed to. I planned on having options if this went belly up! In the meantime, I researched this ‘Diamond Tours’ group online. They’d been operating for two years and had a host of five-star reviews from what they said. That in and of itself made me nervous… From my experience, honest companies always had one- or two-star reviews in the mix done by idiots. To see none? Well, it raised my eyebrows. I nervously waited during the final days, ensuring I continued my fitness program to be in the best shape of my life for this tasking. MONDAY ARRIVED BEFORE I knew it, and I was soon checking into a counter like I’d done a thousand times before at airports. The biggest difference with this portal travel is that once you were checked in, you were lined up to go one by one through the gates they had set up. I waited behind a family with an older teenage daughter for my turn. As I approached the shimmery portal, I couldn’t help but think of the brief trip we had taken for the training exchange. We’d portable onto one of their military bases, mostly got our asses handed to us for four days, and then come back. While we were there, we didn’t get to see anything but the portable tents we brought, the training grounds, and a gym where we sparred. We’d all bitched about eating MREs only during that time, even though we knew they had to have a mess hall somewhere on the base! A moment later, I was on the other side and shook, losing my breath for a second. ‘What a trip!’ I thought to myself and began looking around for threats and out-of-place things. The first thing I noticed was that it seemed like the family I had been next to, for the most part, looked… ‘shorter?!?’ I used my still camera feature right then and followed them to where a tall Amazon woman stood with a printed sign labeled ‘Diamond Tours.’ I noticed about a half-dozen tour companies set up similarly as people came through the massive concourse of forty-eight gates that led to different parts of the world. “Name?” The lady asked me. “Travis Foster,” I told her. It was weird having my eyes just below the level of her breasts. I tried not to stare at the monstrous orbs she had. But then, I remembered the other women Amazons my unit had trained with were just as endowed. ‘Really, they fit their frame size… they’re just so much bigger than normal humans!’ Her height was amazing, given that I was usually the giant back home! “Gotcha, just step over there for a moment, and we’ll get you all through customs!” she told me with a smile. I stood around and waited for a few minutes with everyone else. I took a few pictures hoping to illustrate how almost everyone had shrunk a great deal. ‘Did I shrink?’ I thought for a moment too. But, without a frame of reference, I had no way to know... ‘Did I shrink last time…?’ I didn’t recall any of us emerging with different heights. “Okay, I think that’s everyone!” The lady said. “My name is Grace, and I’ll be your tour guide with Diamond Tours. We’re so glad that you’ve chosen us to guide you through our world! We’re going to have to get through the customs area next. No matter what, be sure you never wander away from our group.” “What happens if we do?” One man asked who seemed to have gotten the real short end of the stick. ‘He’s like a toddler to me… what’s he like to them?’ I thought, comparing the two. “We’re not responsible or able to protect you in that case. Be warned, our world is very different than yours. If you wander off, you’ll be seen as a normal Little and subject to our laws.” The man’s facial expression was just as arrogant as he started. ‘Man, if this stuff is true, I bet he’s the first person to get killed in this horror movie,’ I thought with a smirk. “Whatever,” he replied to her. “Any other questions?” She asked rhetorically. ‘It’s clear she doesn’t want any…?’ I mused. We all followed her to a desk where a man about my height was scanning passports. He examined each and stamped them with Visas. “Here to see the sights?” He asked me. “I heard about this world… thought it was worth a visit,” I told him with a smile. He was maybe six inches taller than me. Even then, he was still much shorter than our guide. “I hear we have some things to offer that you don’t have!” the man said collegially. “We’ll see soon!” I told him. I followed the tour group through the terminals and had immediate confirmation that the rumors were at least partially true! I took a picture of a man, probably about his mid-twenties, openly sucking on the exposed breast of one of the tall Amazon women who was holding him. He was dressed in a baby’s onesie with a clear diaper bulge showing. The man’s muscles would have made him fit in with my old team, ‘Clearly, he’s not weak!’ I thought to myself with a shudder. I heard the mom of the young teenage girl admonish her, “Lily, come on, we need to keep up!” I took a quick glance back and couldn’t help but note how short the girl was. She had been short compared to me back home, but that seemed exaggerated now! We followed past everyone with our luggage until we came to a bus loading area. A pole stood beside the loading area of the bus with different colors and marked with different heights. I felt my stomach flop as I realized I had definitely shrunk some too. “Okay, I know that some of you have experienced some changes in height on your trip. Our world is larger than yours, so some of you may inadvertently have shrunk to a size that requires different seating arrangements. As you come by the pole, I will give you a wristband that will help us keep track of your needs throughout your visit. My colleague Dara is on the bus and will help you get situated.” She paused, “I know it may come as a shock to some of you, but we ask that you cooperate as we are only following the law. Failure to abide by those laws means we will terminate our contract, and you will have to find your own way in this world… something I wouldn’t recommend.” I watched as she tagged each person with a different wrist strap, making sure to take a picture of the pole. I got a few of the people being checked next to it, including the little girl who got the second shortest color. I went not long after that family. “Six-Feet and an inch,” the lady said to me with a smile, “you won’t need a band,” and sent me on to the bus. I walked up the steps and noticed that they were considerably larger than usual. At the top, I discovered the teenage girl now sitting in a rear-facing toddler’s car seat. She blushed as I made eye contact, and I felt bad for embarrassing her. The lady looked at my wrist, “Well, you’re a big boy, so you won’t need a special seat. Just sit down here,” she pointed to a window seat next to an enormous infant’s carrier. It was complete with a handle for a parent to carry the infant in and had some toys dangling from it. I turned my attention out the window as the most pompous guy was given the color of the shortest part of the pole. I was kind of amused that it was pink. I watched the lady pick him up to place him into the infant carrier next to me a moment later. He pitched a major fit right then and fought her with all of his short might. “No way in god damn hell am I going to ride in that like some sort of baby!!!!” “Sir, I’m sorry, it’s the law at your size…?” “No fucking way!” After a minute, she gave up and told him, “Okay, this is the second time we’ve had an issue. You’re officially done with Diamond Tours. Please sign this agreement stating you are terminating your services with us, and Grace will help you off the bus.” He signed, and I couldn’t help but remember thinking he would be the first person to die in a horror movie. He gathered his stuff, walked down the steps, and then down the street. Instinctively I started video recording as he walked away from the bus and down the sidewalk. A stern lady came up to him and spoke to him for a few seconds before she picked him up like a small toddler. He hit her and fought a losing battle for several minutes. It looked like he even bit her before she pulled his clothes off and set him over her knee. ‘She’s not going to…?’ I thought just as she began tanning his hide like a disobedient child. It was worse than that, though, as she kept going long after you would a baby. Finally, as the bus started moving, she picked him up and placed a… ‘pacifier?!?!’ I thought. ‘She really put a damn baby’s pacifier in his mouth!’ I thought incredulously. I couldn’t see more, though, as we pulled away. His wails could still be heard over the engine noise as we passed by! I observed as the bus traveled through the city, taking pictures every now and then of adults clearly diapered and dressed like babies. ‘I really hoped this was all bullshit!’ I thought to myself. ‘I should have known it wasn’t from that exercise. I can still feel that hand!’ By the end of our training exchange, I had eventually learned some tricks and managed to win about fifty percent of my sparring matches over the last two days. But, along the way, there were many painful broken-ass spankings administered to me, just like that man had received before I learned those tricks! About a half-hour later, we were all in the lobby being given room keys. It was nice to see the desks, chairs, and everything seemed closer to my size here at the hotel. “Why is this smaller?” The teenage girl I’d learned was Lily asked Dara while we waited. “This hotel is designed for Betweeners and guests from your dimension. Of course, it’s a bit uncomfortable for us, Amazons, but the tour is for you all, not us!” She winked. “As long as you are here or with our group, you are safe.” “You keep saying that…?” Lily started to ask as Grace began giving us our information for the night. I shared her curiosity about what they thought about our safety but hefted my luggage and found my room instead. Things were a little higher for me than usual, but not too bad. ‘I suspect some of them, like Lily, are having a tough time.’ I noticed some things like children’s stools were stashed about the bathroom and closet to help shorter guests reach things. ‘Well, I made it into the field… let’s see what happens from here…?’

Here is the next chapter! You can always find the newest chapters on my Patreon page first! There is also a lot of other elusive stories (and drawings) there as well! I'm playing with even more ideas to build up my content as much as i can! Check it out and enjoy the chapter! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Chapter Eight “Oops,” my wife said as she placed her hands on her hips, “I guess I forgot to lock the door.” “I’m s-sorry,” Tina said, bending down to frantically pick up all the papers that scattered across the floor, her eyes raised though from the floor, but as soon as she spotted me, they went right back down. I could just stand there frozen, unable to move. Jennifer stepped over the papers and quickly shut the door and locked it tightly. “I hope you don’t mind not discussing what you’ve seen today.” “N…no, no,” Tina said with a shake of her head. “I didn’t think so,” Jennifer said with a smile, but kept her hand firmly against the door, stopping Tina from leaving. “Jennifer…” I muttered but still was way too embarrassed even to try to stop whatever my wife was planning. “Do you think less of him now?” Jennifer said to Tina. “Do you see him less than a man standing there in a wet diaper? He always wears one, you know. That’s why I come here to change him.” Tina glanced my way, but turned back, unable to say anything. “You had a crush on him, didn’t you?” Jennifer asked, and the look on Tina’s face caused her to laugh, “It’s okay, dear! I don’t mind. I think it’s adorable. I figured I would just let you know what you’re dealing with if you ever decided to make a move.” “I wouldn’t do that,” Tina said. “Because of me?” Jennifer asked and shook her head, “I’m fucking his best friend. I don’t care if he has a bit on the side, with my permission and guidance.” Tina’s eyes went full with this new information, and I turned my face away from the both of them. “Are you curious?” Jennifer asked her, and Tina slowly nodded her head. “Perfect! Put those papers on his desk and come here.” Tina did as she was told, gently placing the papers on top of the desk before walking over to me. I couldn’t make eye contact with either one of them. “Ross is really my submissive little cuck,” Jennifer told her, “don’t get me wrong, I love him to pieces. But, seeing him like this, all embarrassed and pathetic looking, gets me all excited. It gets him all excited too though, don’t you worry.” Jennifer reached out and grabbed ahold of my hard dick through my diaper, making it evident that she was correct that I was fully turned on at the moment. “Oh,” was all Tina could muster up, staring at my diapered crotch. “Want to touch it?” Jennifer asked her in a kind voice. “You can if you want.” Tina stood there for a few moments, not doing anything, before slowly (and honestly to my surprise) she raised her hand and pressed it against my crotch, I groaned a bit, biting my lip. “See? Hard as a rock.” Jennifer giggled. “He’s also soaking wet, want to watch me change him? Tina just stood there for a long moment; her eyes darting back and forth between my wife and my crotch. She shifted her weight as if she was having an internal battle with herself. “I’m not sure…” “Oh, really?” Jennifer asked with a tilt of her head. “I thought you would have liked it…perhaps I was wrong about you.” “What do you mean?” “You remind me of myself,” Jennifer said, “before my husband and I got together, I always assume that the only man for me was a strong dominating type. Don’t get me wrong, I still absolutely adore a man putting me in place…but it’s only exciting watching and control my husband’s every action.” “Oh.” “You seemed to be confused with yourself. I have a feeling you’re enjoying this…but you feel as if it is a bit taboo.” Jennifer pressed on, motioning for me to lay on the ground, and I did as I was told. “Have no fear, though, it may be a bit odd, but it’s perfectly normal.” She held out her hand for Tina. “Come on, don’t be scared, nothing to be ashamed of.” Tina took a few seconds before she reached out and grabbed Jennifer’s hand and knelt beside her as Jennifer turned her attention to me. She tore at the tabs of my diaper, and I instantly turned my head, not wanting to see Tina’s reaction to my small dick and soaked diaper. “See, he is hard as a rock!” Jennifer said with a giggle as she poked my member with her finger. “You might be a bit disappointed about his dick size, though. For such a manly man, you would have expected someone that was at least 8 inches! But, here we have just hardly a four, probably a bit smaller.” I didn’t see Tina’s reaction, my face was still turned away from them, but she didn’t say anything. “Then you grab a bunch of baby wipes, I always get the scented ones because they are much more babyish!” Jennifer continued with a step by step on how to wipe me down. “You have to make sure you get everywhere! You don’t want to miss a spot. Raise your legs, mister.” I did as I was told, raising my legs slightly, exposing myself even more. I felt the cold wipe against me as I wiggled a bit, as my mommy slowly wiped me down, making sure to get the surface around my dick, as well as my penis and my balls. She even wipes my ass a little bit. “It’s easier when he is all shaved,” Jennifer said, “but after he is all wiped, then you just close up the diaper and throw it away! Before putting a new diaper on him, I always make sure to put lots of baby powder. We’ve had a few instances with a rash, and we don’t want to deal with that again.” “Does he always wear diapers?” I heard Tina ask. “Yes,” Jennifer said, her voice was filled with glee, “medically speaking he doesn’t need to wear diapers; however, I make him wear 24/7 so even when he is trying to be a big ol’ CEO, he will know his place that he is nothing but a little cuck boy.” Jennifer began to slide a new diaper underneath me, the soft feeling of it got my dick tingling once more. She placed some baby powder across my crotch, and then taped up the new diaper, patting my crotch softly as she did. “Do you like it?” She asked Tina; I turned my attention back towards the woman since I didn’t hear Tina replied. She nodded. I looked away once more. “Excellent! I actually have a big favor to ask of you.” “What?” “You see next week I’m going to be gone quite a bit. I won’t have a chance to come over during lunch and change my little man. He wets a lot, and if he doesn’t get changed halfway through the day, then he may leak. We don’t want that! So it would be a huge help for me if you wouldn’t mind doing it for me? Of course, I permit you to have whatever fun you want with him…although sex is off-limits. But you can kiss him, touch him, tease him, do whatever you like!” “What? I don’t know…” “I’m not forcing you,” Jennifer reminder, “just thought we could make a bit of trade-off, that’s all. You seemed to enjoy watching me change him.” “I’ll think about it.” “Here,” Jennifer said, “here is my card, call me, and we will go out for dinner, and I will discuss the details more, and we can talk. If you need to be paid for your services, that I’m sure my husband won’t mind.” “Jennifer…,” I muttered. “I can always just change myself. Don’t make…” The thought of Tina, my assistant, changing my diaper was almost just as bad as Patrick doing it. “Shush you!” Jennifer snapped at me. “You say that again, and you’ll be in big trouble.” I opened my mouth, but then closed it again, not saying another word. “Okay,” Tina mumbled as she stuck the card in her back pocket. “Great, and I know we have your word that you won’t tell anyone,” Jennifer said, but then tossed up her hands, “though it’s not like anyone would believe you anyway.” “No, I won’t tell,” Tina said as she began to walk over to the door. I stood up and began to pull up my pants. Our eyes met for a split second, but she turned away as she left my office. “What are you thinking?” I asked Jennifer. “I just rolled with the punches,” she told me, “I didn’t plan for that to happen. After all, ANYONE could have walked through that door; we just got lucky it was her.” I didn’t say anything as my wife walked over to me, wrapped her arms around tightly, and kissed me on the lips. “Have no fret dear, I’m sure you’ll enjoy those times I’m unable to come to change you.” With that, she pulled out her phone and shook her head. “Looks like I need to get out of here. I’ll see you when I get home…oh, don’t forget that Patrick is going to be there!” With everything going on, I forgot her words earlier about Patrick coming over that night…especially knowing that I got hard when he changed my diaper. My cheeks flushed, what was she going to make me do? But, before I could ask her any questions, she was already out the door

As I mentioned before, I made many of my friends those days over the computer. Aside from the girl I had come to love that later slipped away, there was a girl I would never come to love and a boy she once introduced me to. The boy and I began to talk and he quickly came to call me his little brother. He was my role model. I admired his outlook on life and his straightforward attitude, and it was this boy who, after the girl who I had come to love no longer kept a close watch over me, administered a bedtime to insure I remained healthy. He even amended the definition of bedtime to include a diaper and pacifier so I could sleep properly. By then I was fourteen years old. I am not quite sure how much you remember of your childhood, but by that age the idea of equipping yourself with babyish paraphernalia to fall asleep was a concept well outdated. However, if anything, I was only acquiring a deeper fondness for my pacifier and diapers. I entirely understand how mystified the previous sentence could leave someone. I was at one point, and still occasionally if I am in an off mood, a skeptic of anything that conflicts with the customary stereotypes society has so conveniently cemented in place for us. How can someone as old as myself, at that time or currently, enjoy things intended for babies? Perhaps you jumped to psychological problems to explain this abnormality, because I sure did. I couldn’t afford a therapist at the time, nor could I afford telling my family about my secret life. So instead I did what any curious, over-obsessive teenage insomniac with a theorized medical condition would do: research. I came across many suggestions for what could possibly be the cause for my infantilism (a term a learned that night was defined as “the desire to wear diapers and be treated as an infant or toddler”) but most of the psychoanalytic theories were easily refuted. The fact of the matter is that I had a wonderful childhood. If there was a problem with me, I couldn’t imagine my past having much to do with it. However, my research didn’t leave me at a complete loss. The first thing that stuck out was the idea of stress relief through age play. When thinking about how a child-like state could eliminate all the day-to-day worries that frequently plagued adults, my fixation was beginning to make more sense. After all, when I began my age play sessions a year before with the girl I had come to love, the first thing I admired was how drastically my anxiety decreased. Even the need to use the bathroom was no longer a hassle, and I understood how a diaper could prove useful at any age. The second thing associated with age play was the concept of attention. Babies are always carefully watched and cared for. They are required to do nothing and in return are lavished with the interest of everyone around them. When the situation was phrased as such, I found a second reason to enjoy acting like a baby. The final connection to age play I found was gender association. It spoke of how being seen as and behaving like a child shows tenderness, softness, and other aspects of life that are frequently seen as feminine. At the time, this was the only thing I could not relate to. But that boy that I was introduced to by that one girl that I would never come to love played a major part in verifying the third connection between my sanity and what I was becoming. Annotations by: Sophie

Hi everyone, I know there are some people on this site that follow and read my Ebooks on Amazon Kindle. It has been years of writing but I have written the final sequel to my 'New World' series and released it on Amazon. If anyone cares to read the first chapter (below) feel free. Scroll to the bottom for a link if anyone who wants the full Ebook. Chapter I: The Honeymoon Mike could hear the sound of waves crashing on the sandy beach outside as the dim morning sun shone into the hotel window. The lavish room that Emily had booked for their honeymoon had an ocean view that was fairly impressive but that wasn’t what was on Mike’s mind in that very moment. The first thing that struck him as he slowly awoke was the fact that it seemed to be quite early which was strange, since he usually slept in fairly late when he didn’t have classes. Emily was usually up for an hour or two before Mike even started to stir, let alone wake. Squirming a little with his wet diaper crinkling between his legs, he could feel Emily’s warm embrace, her slumbering body spooning him from behind. It was a position that was always tender and reassuring for them to sleep in. However, on that particular morning, Mike was much less comfortable than usual. His sphincter and his butt cheeks were sore from Emily pegging him the previous evening and in all honesty, he had expected as much. It was nothing new. What bothered him was that Emily hadn’t bothered to remove her harness the previous night; attached to which was a sizable, neon green dildo that was currently prodding Mike’s padded rear end. Considering he was wearing nothing more than a diaper and a short t shirt, it made him feel more than a little vulnerable. It was an uncomfortable reminder of how he’d submitted to her the previous evening… and how aggressively she had ravished him. The previous evening’s intimacy served to consummate the couple’s new marriage. If the dramatic wedding ceremony had left any doubt about Mike’s new fate, their night of intimacy certainly hadn’t. The first round had been the most aggressive, with Mike on his hands and knees as Emily fucked him doggy style with her silicone phallus. He could only stare at the headboard of the bed as Emily’s hands grasped him by the hips. With his member locked up in a chastity device, Mike hadn’t even been allowed an orgasm. He just breathed a sigh of relief when his wife withdrew. At least she had used plenty of lube. Emily had made arrangements with the hotel staff to place a plastic cover over the mattress, knowing full well Mike would be out of diapers for at least a few fleeting moments of their weekend. Once he was changed into a fresh diaper, part of Mike worried that Emily might be so cruel as to forbid him any orgasms on their entire honeymoon, just to show that she would be the one in charge in their new marriage. Fortunately, that proved not to be the case. The couple shared a few glasses of champagne and Mike was happy when Emily permitted him to drink out of a long stemmed glass rather than his plastic sippy cup. For a moment, he felt like a real adult. Then, Mike once again watched as his new wife tightened the straps of her harness against her taught, muscular thighs. Seconds later, Mike was whimpering as she untaped his diaper. Truthfully, he’d had enough for one evening and wasn’t anxious to be pegged again but a little gentle coercion from Emily was all he needed to end up on his back. He quickly became more enthusiastic though when Emily pressed a button on her watch and the lock on his chastity device popped open. Emily placed the components on the bedside table but before Mike had even gotten a chance to touch his tiny flaccid penis, Emily was entering inside him again. The alcohol had allowed his entire body to relax more than it usually would have and he quickly fell back into the rhythm of moving his hips to meet her thrusts. Another few minutes of getting railed and Mike’s tiny member was rock hard, even though his body felt exhausted. Retrieving a baby wipe from a package on the bed, Emily generously stroked him until he came in an explosive orgasm shortly thereafter. Of course, when the whole experience was over, Emily had remembered to lock him up again in chastity before powdering and diapering him but she hadn’t taken off her harness. Occasionally, they cuddled after sex while she donned her artificial phallus but she had never slept with it on! Maybe she had just been too tired to take it off? It had been a passionate night and not without some enjoyment for Mike… but he was still distracted as he awoke that morning. “Mikey?” the gorgeous woman said with a yawn. “Yeah?” “You awake, baby?” she asked. “Yeah.” Mike frowned at her used of the word ‘baby’. While he figured it was meant to be affectionate, during his time at the Haber Institute not so long ago, he had gotten the chance to see just what it was like to be a treated like a helpless infant. Now Emily had a ‘nursery’ with an actual crib in their apartment that she expected him to sleep in! Mike supposed he should be grateful to be permitted to sleep in the same bed as his wife on their honeymoon. Maybe he didn’t have a lot of decision making power in his marriage but he was an adult, plain and simple. Now that his wife was awake, Mike managed to wriggle free from her embrace and roll over onto his back, grateful to feel his padded butt resting on a soft bed. Even so, he clenched his cheeks as he recalled the previous night’s encounter. It was obvious from the heavy, spongy feeling between his legs that Mike had wet his diaper. That was certainly no surprise but it didn’t help him to feel any less like a helpless baby in that moment. “You never took off your…” Mike stopped in mid-sentence as he got a look at the dildo that had violated him the previous night. “Oh… yeah.” Emily glanced down and then giggled to herself. Brushing her short bangs out of her eyes, she propped her head up on her arm. Her tiny nose, long eyelashes, and warm smile were the epitome of feminine beauty. That much Mike had to admit. But the rest of her seemed rather masculine. He was still getting used to her recent pixie cut, which now made her current style shorter than his own shaggy hair. Mike missed her long, flowing, golden brown locks. The plain black pair of spandex boyshorts that she had worn to bed resembled something an athlete might wear and considering her exertions the previous evening with the harness, Mike had to admit they were appropriate. Even so, he had hoped to see her in some lacy lingerie or that transparent pair of panties he knew she owned. Her baggy tank top left her hard nipples visible in the morning light but her toned biceps were now clearly on display. He knew she had been working out a lot but it was now starting to show more. Gyms were largely female dominated institutions now… it was simply too difficult for most boys to build muscle mass. Nutrition guides for mothers and wives alike encouraged keeping boys on a healthy diet and avoiding junk food and sugar. It was all Mike could do to look her in the eyes, trying to ignore the brightly colored phallus, which stood permanently at attention around Emily’s waist. Mike frowned, whimpering quietly to himself. “Ah, what’s the matter, Mikey? Didn’t you enjoy yourself last night? I’m pretty sure the whole floor above us heard you cumming.” Emily said with a giggle. Mike squirmed a little, his sodden diaper crinkling between his legs as he rolled onto his side to face Emily. She was right. He’d let out a pretty loud moan when he had finally been permitted to climax as Emily fucked him in the ass. Even thinking about the orgasm made his tiny member stir inside of the plastic tube that imprisoned it. Still though, he had his reservations. He yearned to have sex the way real menonce did in generations past. His thoughts were interrupted by his wife’s two fingers sliding into the leg band of his diaper and grazing his thigh as they slid closer to the middle of the diaper. “Yikes, no wonder you’re frowning. You really need a change. You’re soaked. I guess you had a little too much champagne last night, huh?” “No, it’s not that…” Mike mumbled. It was no use though. His wife had already gotten out of bed and was retrieving a clean diaper from the package on the dresser along with a bottle of talcum powder. “You’ll feel a lot less cranky once we get you into a clean diaper.” Emily smiled. Mike watched as she unfolded the gleaming white disposable garment in her hands, her rigid dildo still pointing directly at him, fastened to her body with a tight harness. He slid onto the changing pad near the edge of the bed as Emily rolled up his t shirt. “Are you ever going to take that thing off?” Mike asked. “Hey, I thought you might like a quickie before breakfast.” Mike frowned. The idea of getting an orgasm two days in a row would normally have thrilled him. Yet he was too sore to even entertain the idea of Emily fucking him again. He worried that he wouldn’t have much choice in the matter anyway. As if reading his mind, Emily softened her expression. “Alright, I can see you’re still tired from last night. Lets just grab some breakfast and go for a walk on the beach, alright?” Emily said. “Sounds nice.” Mike said. Ripping the tabs on his diaper, she proceeded to wipe his crotch thoroughly. Placing the soggy garment in a chrome diaper genie in the corner to dispose of it, she pulled another baby wipe out of its package and proceeded to stroke her dildo a few times, making sure it was clean. She donned the damn strap-on harness through the entire diaper change but once her husband was taped up in a clean diaper, she began adjusting the straps and stepping out of it, much to Mike’s relief. Unfortunately, she placed it on the dresser right beside his package of diapers, standing straight up. “Are you just going to leave that on the dresser?” Mike asked. “Sure, why not? This is the honeymoon suite after all, babe. Are you worried a maid is going to notice that I enjoy fucking my husband?” Mike frowned but said nothing. He had to accept that this was just what couples did on their honeymoon. Somehow though, it still embarrassed him as if he should be ashamed or something. It was the same way Mike got embarrassed about pooping in his diaper, even though all the boys he knew messed their diapers daily. His friend Drew almost took pride in the notion of women fucking him in the ass but Mike never could. Did he enjoy being allowed to have an orgasm? Of course! There were other ways of accomplishing that though and after all, it was his honeymoon weekend too! Emily wore a red, button down blouse without sleeves and a tight pair of designer jeans. A pair of leather sandals completed the outfit. His wife’s bright blue, painted toenails showed she was still at least a little bit feminine, though her toned arms were still on display. Mike had a baby blue t shirt and a pair of stretchy black sweatpants. If nothing else, he was comfortable. Emily slung his brightly colored diaper bag around her shoulder before they departed. He said little at breakfast but was happy to enjoy a delicious omelet and hash browns. Emily even allowed him a mimosa, which helped to soothe his hangover and his sore body. As they strolled into the hotel lobby, getting ready for their walk on the beach, Emily untied the drawstring on Mike’s sweatpants before slipping them down to his ankles. Rolling his eyes, Mike stood still as Emily slid her fingers into his diaper before peering over his shoulder and pulling on the waistband to check down the back. He didn’t even protest anymore. Aside from one or two patrons in the lobby glancing at them, no one paid them any attention. It certainly wasn’t the first time a boy’s diaper had been checked in a public part of the hotel. Of course, Mike was dry or… mostly dry? Until his diaper started to sag, Mike didn’t really feel much discomfort from being wet. The absorbent leak core in his undergarments really ruled out any chance of leaking so he didn’t have much to worry about. “Okay, step out of these.” Emily said. “What?” Mike said indignantly. “Its pretty warm out.” “So?” “Mikey, lots of boys are running around out there in just their diapers. It’ll be a lot more comfortable for you. Besides, it’ll be a lot easier to check your diaper if I can just glance at it rather than having to pull down your pants constantly.” Mike just sighed as his wife carefully slipped his sweatpants over his sneakers before rolling them up and slipping them into his diaper bag. The tropical sun was certainly pretty hot as they stepped out onto the sandy beach. Mike’s genitals felt a little warm inside of the padding that confined them but he had to admit, at least to himself, the breeze on his bare legs felt nice. Feeling distant and detached, Mike stared out at the vast ocean in front of them as the waves crashed rhythmically along the shoreline. His entire life was ahead of him and he’d be spending it with the woman of his dreams, yet he couldn’t help but feel worried about how little freedom he would now have as a married boy in society. Watching a group of people on the far end of the beach, Mike could see a middle aged woman with her hair tied in a bun, sitting on a lounge chair underneath an umbrella. She was wearing a black, elegant, one-piece swimsuit that showed off all her curves. Sitting in the sand in front of her were two boys that looked like they could almost be Mike’s age. The skinny young men were wearing nothing but bright white diapers, gleaming in the morning sun. The plastic outer covering of their diapers seemed almost reflective. They appeared to be building a sand castle, which Mike thought was a rather childish activity considering their age. Nevertheless, the two boys seemed to be giggling and enjoying themselves. Emily put her around him and pulled him close. After their passionate evening last night, Mike had mixed feelings about sexual intimacy. Though he couldn’t deny that he felt safe with Emily’s arm around him. Her warm embrace felt protective and when he was in her arms, it seemed like nothing else in the world mattered. Getting pegged wasn’t almost the most enjoyable thing in the world but it did bring both of them pleasure. Even so, there was an idea that Mike still desperately wanted to discuss with his wife. “So uh, you know how you told me the other day that you wanted us to have a happy, adventurous sex life as a married couple?” Mike said. “Uh-oh. I’m wondering where this is going. Mikey, just because I want us to have a healthy sex life doesn’t mean I’m going to let you have orgasms every day or even every month when we’re married. You’re going to be in chastity until I decide otherwise. You know that, right?” Emily said, raising her eyebrows. “Oh yeah, of course. I know that. I wasn’t going to ask for more orgasms or anything like that. Last night was… it was awesome. I mean, thank you so much for… for letting me cum.” Mike said, trying to sound grateful. “Aw, you’re welcome, baby.” Emily said, kissing him on the lips. Mike rested his head on her shoulder for a moment. She then affectionately gave him a firm pat on the butt, which caused him to flinch ever so slightly. It was as if his body didn’t really belong to him anymore. Emily controlled it and maybe that was the way it had been ever since they’d met? After all, Emily had been working as an R.A. in the dorms, totally responsible for putting him to bed on time and changing his diapers. In reality, maybe girls and women had always been in control of Mike’s body. What autonomy could Mike really have when he couldn’t even use the toilet on his own? All his life, if he had to poop, he was forced to do it in his pants… then wait for his mother, his sister, or some random caregiver to clean him up at their own convenience. Nevertheless, Mike still wasn’t powerless. He could at least ask for the thing that he wanted so desperately in that moment. “I want to be inside you!” Mike blurted out. “Excuse me?” Emily asked, clearly a little confused. “S-s-sorry. I just meant um, if you thought it was okay, maybe… we could try having sex… the way people used to do it?” Mike stammered nervously. “Misogynistic intercourse? Really, Mikey?” Emily raised an eyebrow at him, looking almost disgusted with the idea. “I just thought that… since it’s our honeymoon, maybe we could just… try it?” Mike asked. “Do you not enjoy it when I fuck you? I mean, last night you sure seemed happy.” “Last night was great. I just… I feel like all my life, people have been treating me like a baby. I’ve never been allowed to do anything I wanted to do. I’m an adult now though. I guess legally speaking, the marriage license says you’re my guardian but I’m still an adult. You told me that me trying to use the toilet or wear pull-ups at home would be too much of a mess.” “Mikey, we’re not going to have the potty training conversation all over again. You’re a boy. You’re incontinent. You need to be in diapers.” Emily said sternly. “I know, I know. I just meant that if I can’t do that then maybe I could try doing something else that adult guys used to do.” “Alright, if it’ll get you off the subject of potty training… I’ll make a deal with you.” “What kind of deal?” “I want you to read the chapter on sex and married life in Dr. Lauren Halie’s book.” Mike groaned and rolled his eyes. “I already read that last semester.” he whined. “Then I want you to read it again tonight. If you still want to try misogynistic intercourse after that, well, I guess we can try it. Once. I really don’t think it’s going to be anything like what you’re picturing in your mind though.” “But we can try it?” Mike asked hopefully. “If you really want to.” Emily said with an eye roll. Mike instantly embraced her in a hug, nearly knocking her down in the process. “Whoa there, calm down. I would only do it for you, baby… and only because I’m so head over heels in love with you.” Emily said, kissing him on the cheek. As the couple strolled down the sandy beach, the conversation soon drifted to more mundane topics. Try as he might though, Mike couldn’t ignore the physical sensation in his belly, which was now feeling rather strong. He knew that pooping in his diaper was inevitable but he figured he could at least hold it until they returned to the hotel and he got his pants back. He tried to act natural but he couldn’t help but wince as he felt the cramps getting worse. “What’s the matter now, Mikey? Was it our conversation earlier?” Emily asked. “No… no, I’m fine.” Mike said. “Are you thirsty? Here, drink some water.” she said, pulling out his plastic sippy cup. Mike sucked some water from the cup before handing it back to Emily. “Ah, I think I know what it is.” Emily said. Smiling to herself, Emily unzipped a pouch on the side of her diaper bag and pulled out something the size of a pen. “What’s that?” “Well, when you were at the Haber Institute, I talked to some of the doctors about your behavior around the house. I said that for some reason, you always try to hold it when you had to do a B.M. in your diaper. They gave me this. They said it wasn’t healthy to hold it in.” “Girls hold it in all the time when they have to go.” Mike said. “Yes, because girls use the toilet. Besides, they said it wasn’t healthy psychologicallyfor boys to hold it. You need to get over being shy about making messes in your diapers. You’re a boy. I know you love making messes in your diapers. Why fight it?” “But I… I don’t love it.” Mike mumbled. He didn’t sound convincing. The truth was that as much as he had tried to deny it, Mike really did enjoy pooping in his diaper. Ever since he had been placed in chastity and denied orgasms, messing his diaper was one of the few things he could do that gave him pleasure. If anything, he was hoping to find some privacy to savor the act or at least find a place where his display wouldn’t be quite so overt. Dr. Lauren Halie’s book said that all boys got some perverse, disgusting, infantile enjoyment out of pooping in their pants and Mike had always tried to tell himself that he wasn’t one of them, as if it invalidated her entire theory. In reality, Mike just felt more embarrassed than the average boy when it came to pooping in his diapers. It wasn’t the sensation itself that bothered Mike. It was the fact that the people around him knew exactly what he had done and had to play a role in cleaning him up, as if he wasn’t responsible enough to do it himself. “Well, what is that thing anyway?” Mike asked. “It’s a tiny injection to relax you. Give me your arm.” Emily said. Mike submissively held out his arm and felt a tiny poke in one of his veins. “All done.” Emily smiled, swabbing his arm with a tiny wipe. Seconds later, Mike felt his stomach gurgling and groaning. He wasn’t going to make it back to the hotel. Clenching his sphincter, he tried to fight his impending bowel movement but he found himself feeling especially weak and sore, especially considering how vigorously Emily had ravished him the previous night. “Emily? Is that you?” a voice said from behind. The couple glanced behind them to see two young women. One of them was wearing a small pair of jean shorts and a pink bikini top. The other woman beside her had long blonde hair and was wearing a particularly tight black bikini. Emily pulled the blonde woman in for a hug. “Christine? I haven’t seen you since senior year of high school! How have you been?” Emily said, beaming with a smile. She then pulled the blonde woman in for a hug. “This is my friend Carry.” Christine said, gesturing to the woman at her side. “Nice to meet you. What are you up to these days, Christine?” Emily asked. “I’ve got an internship at a law firm but I’m still in school.” she said. “Oh gosh, where are my manners? Let me introduce you to Mikey. He’s my husband. We just got married.” Emily said. “Congratulations!” Christine said. Mike extended his arm in preparation for a handshake but instead; Christine reached over and tussled his shaggy hair with her hand. “Aren’t you just the cutest little boy?” Christine said with a condescending smile. Mike frowned but he said nothing as he clenched his butt cheeks. There was little he could do but wait for the women’s conversation to conclude. Feeling light headed and unsteady on his feet, Mike couldn’t be sure if Emily had given him a laxative or a sedative. Maybe it was both? He certainly wouldn’t be making it back to the hotel but at least he might be able to get away from these two strange women that his wife was so intent on chatting with. Mike looked over at Emily, hoping that he might be able to offer a subtle plea with his eyes to be spared the humiliation that might soon befall him. Maybe if she saw that he was nervous, she would excuse them so they could return to the hotel? While he knew Emily was genuinely engaged in catching up with her old friend, she must have also been well aware that she’d given him some sort of injection to ‘relax’ him and that he would soon be losing control of his bowels. “Well, you must be one of the first people in our graduating class to get married. Mikey here must be a very special boy.” Christine said. Emily glanced over at him and smiled, stroking his back affectionately. Either she didn’t notice the look of desperation in his eyes or she was deliberately ignoring it. Mike felt his body beginning to hunch over ever so slightly and his unsteady knees beginning to bend. “Well, he’s a mischievous little boy sometimes but we’ve been through a lot together. He’s grown up so much this year.” Emily said. “I don’t know how you do it. I had a boyfriend last semester but between diaper changes and keeping his behavior under control, it just became too much. I don’t think I’m ready for a committed relationship yet… and he certainly wasn’t!” Christine said. “Yeah well, boys can certainly be -” Just then, the young women’s conversation was interrupted by the crackling, wet cacophony of Mike filling his diaper with poop. Christine’s eyes widened and Mike made eye contract with her ever so briefly before averting his gaze. He couldn’t stand the thought of looking at any of these women in that moment. Emily wrinkled her nose and then giggled. “As I was saying, boys can certainly be a handful.” Emily said, breaking the silence. The women laughed, as if to relieve the tension in that moment. Seconds later, Mike found himself unable to remain on his feet and dropped to his knees in the warm sand, letting out a sigh of relief as he felt the front of his diaper warming with a stream of pee. In private, he might have had a chance to enjoy some of these sensations but in that moment, he knew he was making a humiliating spectacle of himself. The physical relief was not worth the severe blow to his already fragile self esteem but he had little other choice. Sadly, he wasn’t done yet. Placing his palms down in the sand, he was now on all fours grunting as he arched his back. He could feel their eyes on him even though he was staring down at the sand in front of him. At the very least, he knew that without pants on, there was an unmistakable bulge protruding from his padded rear end. Absolutely no one walking by him on that public beach could be mistaken about what he was doing. “Oh my, looks like he’s leaving you quite the wedding present in his diaper.” Christine said with a giggle. “Somebody’s having a fun time pooping himself.” the other woman chimed in. “Yep. He’s a dirty boy. That’s for sure.” Emily quipped. “So how long are you two going to be staying?” Christine asked. “We’ll leave Monday morning. Mikey’s got classes and I’ve got work to get back to. We’ve got supersonic tickets. It’s a suborbital flight and we’ll be going at Mach 5, so we should get home in plenty of time.” Mike was relieved to hear them talking about other subjects and with another grunt, he forced more poop into his already full diaper. Inside the plastic tube, his penis strained as he became aroused. Maybe it was a good thing he was wearing a chastity device inside his diaper? If he hadn’t been, it would have been difficult to resist the temptation to start rubbing himself through his diaper. He could only hope that the three women had stopped looking down at him as he messed his diaper. Despite all of his social anxiety and feelings of embarrassment, the act had felt truly cathartic. “Well, I think we need to go back up to the room and get this little guy changed soon.” Emily said. “Why not just go to the boardwalk by the hotel? It’s not very crowded there. Plenty of trash bins. We saw a boy Mikey’s age getting changed there yesterday. At least you won’t have to cut your walk short.” Christine said. “That’s not a bad idea. Maybe I’ll see you ladies back at the hotel later?” With that, Mike found Emily leading him by the hand up to the boardwalk. “Do we have to do this in public?” Mike whined. “That’s another thing you are way too sensitive about, Mikey. Sometimes we’re going to be in public and I’m going to have to change your diaper. If you think I’m going to let you get diaper rash just to spare you your pride, you’re wrong. Come on. Quit stalling. Get on the bench.” Emily said, laying out a towel. Squinting in the afternoon sun, Mike laid on his back. He had to admit that the change would be a lot easier without his sweatpants around his ankles. Unzipping his diaper bag, Emily retrieved a package of wipes. Flinching as she ripped back the tapes on his diaper, Mike could only imagine the revolting sight that his wife (and anyone walking past them) beheld as she opened his diaper. To her credit, she said nothing. Humming a tune to herself, she began thoroughly wiping the mess from his smooth, bare bottom. Mike couldn’t help but wonder if Emily had somehow planned everything that had happened… his morning bowel movement, the encounter with her old friend, and the diaper change on the boardwalk. She had made it clear that she didn’t like him ‘holding it’, so maybe this was meant to be some sort of initiation ritual to make him more comfortable with messing his diapers? Though he didn’t have a very clear view of the boardwalk while holding his knees to his chest, Mike could have sworn that he heard a group of women snickering and giggling at him. Out the corner of his peripheral vision, he even saw one of them pointing at him. Closing his eyes tightly, the feeling of Emily rubbing cold diaper rash cream all around his butthole was too much. As he listened to the sound of people’s footsteps clunking against the wooden planks, Mike’s penis strained against its prison. With Emily powdering him and slipping a clean diaper under his rear end, Mike tried to think about the orgasm that awaited him later that night… and this time, it would be on histerms. They had made a deal. Snug in a clean diaper, Mike was less concerned about the fact that he had just been changed in public and just glad that his genitals were no longer on display. It was strange to think that waddling around in a diaper and t shirt would make him feel more dignified than his previous position on the bench! That evening, after a candlelight dinner in the restaurant, Mike and Emily returned to the hotel. True to his word, he agreed to re-read the chapter in the book about sex and married life. Sitting in the corner of the room in his diaper and t shirt, he projected the text of the chapter onto the room’s wall using his watch. One section of the chapter made him particularly uncomfortable… XV: A Word on Monogamy. A woman with a stronger, more assertive personality might thrive as the dominant partner in her heterosexual relationship and/or marriage. A kinder, gentler woman with more nurturing or maternal qualities might find such a relationship to be more of a burden. We must acknowledge that some women (even married women) crave a relationship with a stronger partner who will take charge and lead them in some circumstances. There are no boys in society who truly fit such a description. It was a myth that the patriarchy established long ago to uphold their own power structure. But there are certainly a multitude of women in society who fit this description. Thus, it makes perfect sense that some bisexual women involved in romantic heterosexual relationships/marriages to boys might also desire another, separate relationship with a strong and independent female. For some women, making all of the decisions constantly as a caregiver for their male partner can be stressful. Surely those women deserve some respite from their duties as the dominant partner? Monogamy was yet another myth created by the old patriarchy for the explicit purpose of regulating women’s sexual activity prior to and during marriage. Many women who did marry remained dedicated wives and mothers while their husbands engaged in extramarital affairs. Such affairs were typically meaningless in terms of their substance: superficial sexual relationships, exploitative to both the wife and mistress in question. Boys simply were incapable of delaying gratification in the days before enforced chastity. They masturbated, were unfaithful to their wives, coerced women into sex, and were incapable of self-control. Boys in the past were just as incapable of exercising sexual self-control sexually as boys today are of exercising bladder control! In contrast, what is being proposed and endorsed here in this book does not constitute infidelity by any means. On the contrary, no wife should have to be dishonest or deceptive with her husband in regards to her romantic or sexual desires. Honesty is the foundation of any healthy relationship. However, it also must be said that no wife should feel permanently relegated to the role of caregiver and decision maker in her household when she could just as easily pursue a second committed relationship that would provide additional fulfillment. Such a bisexual women would then be contributing to society in taking care of her husband on the one hand while fulfilling her own needs simultaneously on the other. She would be able to offer love and care to her male husband, acting as the head of her household and making decisions. But she would also be able to engage in a healthy, adult relationship with another strong and independent woman who met her needs emotionally and sexually in ways that no boy would ever be capable of doing. Of course, virtually no woman has any desire to get involved in a sexual relationship with more than one boy. Acting as the caretaker and guardian of one boy is usually more than enough work for one woman! Women who wish to have multiple people to take care of in their household typically choose to become mothers. Thus, boys are unlikely to become involved in any sexual relationships with more than one woman. Although, some boys are bisexual as well and might engage in playful physical or sexual activities with other boys under the supervision of caregivers. Such activity should take place at the discretion of wives or caregivers. Ultimately, this is a decision that an individual woman must make for herself. If a woman is content in a heterosexual, monogamous sexual relationship; she is free to live such a lifestyle. However, no Matriarchal Feminist should ever feel confined to such a lifestyle. If a woman in a heterosexual marriage finds herself attracted to another women, emotionally or physically, she should be free to pursue it. This does not mean she is any less committed to taking care of her husband. While a Matriarchal Feminist should not require her husband’s permission to engage in any activity, as we have said, honesty is crucial to any relationship. So it is highly recommended that a married woman inform her husband that she is pursuing such a relationship. A wife need not share any unnecessarily intimate details but simply the broad strokes. For example a woman might say to her husband, “Tonight, you will have a babysitter because I will be going on a date with a friend from my office. In the future, we may decide to pursue a romantic relationship. If I bring her back to our home, I expect you to be courteous and polite. You will be expected to respect her just as you would respect me.” Mike wondered if it was really possible that Emily might, one day, sit down to have just such a conversation with him? After all; she was kind, gentle, and nurturing. Then again, she naturally seemed comfortable being in charge. Maybe it was the fact that she was the oldest in her family and took care of her younger brothers so often as she grew up? In recent months though, Mike had grown uncomfortable with Emily’s friendship with Alyssa. As far as Mike was concerned, Alyssa was pure evil. She hated all boys and she was on a power trip. When Mike had first met Emily, she even admitted that Alyssa was a somewhat abrasive person who she didn’t get along with. So why were they such good friends now? Was it possible Emily was attracted to Alyssa? No! Mike couldn’t bear to even think that. The two women were friends and nothing more. Taking a deep breath, Mike realized that the damn book he was reading was just making him paranoid. Getting married and going on his honeymoon was a huge life change for him and he figured he just felt anxious about married life. Maybe all new husbands felt this way at first? With renewed vigor, Mike pressed forward to finish the chapter. He knew that if he could just get through a few more pages, Emily would, at long last, allow him to be inside of her. Finally, Mike could reclaim his rightful place as a grown man. Sure, he might never have the chance to attempt potty training or ever use the toilet. He might not make many big decisions in their married life. And he might have to reluctantly agree to getting fucked in the ass whenever Emily was in the mood. But Emily would remember the night that heactually had the chance to fuck her. What if Mike actually gave her an orgasm with his penis? Then Emily might actually want to do it again! Maybe it might become a part of their regular sex life? The possibilities were endless. XVII: Misogynistic Sex The vast majority of women today have never experienced vaginal intercourse with a member of the opposite sex. For the purposes of this text, we will call it misogynistic intercourse. There are many reasons this is an apt term. For one, such acts of intercourse were commonplace in the old patriarchy. Furthermore, even then, the vast majority of women did not experience orgasms from penetrative, vaginal intercourse. So while this activity routinely resulted in men having orgasms, it was hardly an equitable situation for their female partners. Many women at that point in history even admitted to faking orgasms. Sometimes they used such deception simply to conclude the chore of intercourse more quickly while in other circumstances, they were trying to placate the male ego. It is truly unfortunate that women had to resort to such theatrics during sexual intimacy. The physical abnormalities that boys began to exhibit in the late 2020s were legion and bladder incontinence was the most obvious. However, diminished physical strength was also another symptom. On average, male height and upper body strength was no greater than that of females. (Often, it was vastly inferior.) Consequently, the average male penis size saw a drastic decline as males went through puberty later and later. Ironically, this was far more devastating for males themselves than for any women around them. Patriarchal society placed a high value on superficial qualities: from women’s physical appearances in weight, breast size, bone structure, etc. to boy’s height and penis size. With the widespread condition of micropenis developing in males as well as overall smaller size, modern women actually received even less pleasure from misogynistic intercourse than they had in decades past! While it is not nearly as demeaning to women as giving oral sex to boys, it makes no sense for this practice to continue. In many cases, even the mechanics of inserting an average male penis into a vagina, and maintaining its presence there, are met with difficulties. For this reason, artificial insemination is the primary means of women conceiving children today. As such, misogynistic intercourse is totally superfluous from the standpoint of any Matriarchal Feminist. Mike suddenly felt a lot less confident after finishing his reading. Part of him wondered if perhaps that was Emily’s intention all along. Maybe she was hoping that simply reading the chapter would make him reconsider his desires altogether? Of course, Mike still wanted to have sex with his wife the old fashioned way but he also wanted it to be positive and memorable from her perspective as well. What if the book was wrong? Sure, Mike realized that the book wasn’t factually incorrect necessarily but it was certainly biased. Dr. Lauren Halie certainly didn’t see boys as equals by any means. Maybe some boys really could pleasure their wives sexually with ‘misogynistic intercourse’ but they just never got the chance to try because they believed what was written in Dr. Halie’s dumb book? Even if ‘misogynistic intercourse’ were pleasurable for women, Dr. Halie would still find something wrong with it. While Mike might have been wearing only a t shirt and a diaper, the small pep talk he had given himself offered some renewed confidence within the confines of their private hotel room. He felt more viral and manly than ever… or at the very least, he felt like he could pretend to be viral and manly for a little while. For the first time in their relationship, Mike wanted to be the one to initiate sex; to take Emily in his arms and kiss her passionately. Perhaps it made sense that Emily had always been the one to initiate sex in the past? Mike could only get so much enjoyment out of giving her oral pleasure… and he was pegged regularly enough that he certainly didn’t want initiate it any more frequently! Mike told himself tonight would be different though. Tonight, he would be the dominant one. Emily was wearing a black pair of short shorts and a white tank top. Sitting on the bed, she sipped a glass of red wine while reading a book of her own. It was clear that she had no bra and Mike was already beginning to think lustful thoughts as he stared at her cleavage and nipples visible beneath her thin top. “I finished reading.” Mike announced. “Yeah? And?” Emily asked, raising her eyebrows as if to challenge him. Mike felt an involuntary stream of warm pee in his diaper. Standing in front of Emily, he was a little nervous but he was determined to stand his ground. “Yeah. Like I said, I’ve read it before.” “And you still want to try this?” Emily asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah.” “You know I’m only agreeing to this because I love you, right?” “Uh, y-yeah. I know.” Emily took a large sip of wine and placed her glass on the nightstand before standing up. Wrapping his arms around her, Mike grabbed her toned rear end in his hands and began kissing her passionately. Her lips took part in the kiss, though her mouth didn’t fully open up to accept his tongue. Finally, she pulled away. “Alright. Let’s get this over with. Lay down on the changing pad.” Emily said, motioning to the edge of the bed. “What?” Mike said. “Well silly boy, if we’re going to do this, I think we’re going to need to take off both your chastity device and your diaper. Don’t you think?” “Uh, y-yeah, of course. I just thought uh, we could kiss for a minute?” Mike said. Mike’s wife sighed and shrugged her shoulders. Instantly, he returned to kissing her on the lips and this time, she seemed a little more receptive. Pulling off his shirt, Mike wanted to appear confident even though his skinny physique wasn’t his most impressive feature. When the boys in the dorms were sent to the showers, he noticed Drew had a few dark hairs on his chest. Mike wished his own chest wasn’t so bare… he also wished that his pubic hair hadn’t been lasered off. A few seconds later, he pulled Emily’s shorts down to reveal a pair of light blue, cotton panties around her waist. They were a far cry from some of the sexy lingerie he had seen in her underwear drawer but better than the spandex athletic shorts she’d worn the previous evening. Mike figured it didn’t matter. He would be pulling off her panties soon and fucking her like a real man! He would fuck her the way she had fucked himso many times. “Okay, let’s get your diaper off.” Emily said impatiently. Pushing him onto the bed, Mike flopped backwards unexpectedly. A second later, Emily was untaping his diaper which proved to be slightly damp. Pressing a button on her watch, his chastity device popped open and she placed the pieces on the nightstand. Seeing his wife wearing nothing but a pair of cotton panties and a tank top, Mike’s member instantly became hard, his short little nub standing straight up. He was now in a rare position: totally nude in front of his new wife. Even when he got pegged, he usually kept his shirt on. It helped him to feel less vulnerable. Tonight though, he wanted to act confident about his body! If anything, Emily should have been feeling vulnerable about getting penetrated by him! As Emily took a step towards the bed, Mike frowned as he saw her bright green dildo sitting on the dresser behind her. Of course, it was far more sizable both in length and girth than his own member. For a fleeting moment, he desperately wished his own penis looked as impressive. Looking away from the dresser, he scooted up further on the bed as Emily grabbed his mostly dry diaper in her hands as she crawled towards him. “What’s that for?” Mike asked. “I just want to have a diaper handy in case you start to pee. We’ve got a mattress cover to protect the bed but I don’t exactly want to get sprayed by your little fire hose there, champ.” Emily said, wrinkled diaper still in hand. She then very casually slid down her panties and lay down in front of him. The intimate view that he beheld was nothing he hadn’t seen before: the lips of Emily’s womanhood and the landing strip of neatly trimmed, dark pubic hair above. He had pleasured her with his mouth dozens of times before but looking down at his own smooth, bare nub still hard as ever; Mike wasn’t sure what to do. Raising her eyebrows expectantly, Emily sensed his hesitation. Then Mike lunged towards her, giving her a deep kiss, which she returned as his tiny nub grazed her smooth, toned thigh. Climbing on top of her, he looked down at her crotch then back into her eyes… then down at her crotch then back into her eyes again. “Wait a second. I’ve got some of the lube that I use when I peg you.” Emily said, grabbing a small container from the nightstand. Squirting some of the goop into her palm, Emily smeared some of it on his genitals. Mike gasped. Closing his eyes tightly, he tried desperately not to cum in her hand. Considering the size of his little penis, most of the lubricant was smeared on his balls but it still felt incredible. It brought him back to the night before when she had been simultaneously railing him in the ass while stroking his boner. Taking a deep breath, Mike used his hand to guide his nub into place. The warmth he felt between Emily’s thighs felt incredible and once again, he tried to will himself not to inadvertently climax in that very moment. Forcing his hips as far forward as he could, Mike tried to push himself in further but it felt as though he was still resting between the lips of her clit. “Is it in?” Emily asked. “Um… yeah.” Mike said with a frown. The expression on Emily’s face as they made eye contact was fairly neutral. She once again raised her eyebrows expectantly as if to ask, ‘what now?’ Mike slowly began kissing her on the neck, feeling her warm breasts pressed up against his chest as he pulled off her shirt. A memory from several weeks ago flashed through his mind. It was the recollection of his first time nursing at Emily’s breasts. The experience had been safe, warm, intimate, and loving. Now however; Mike felt nervous, vulnerable, and inadequate. Even so, he pressed on as he slowly thrust in and out. All the while, Emily’s blank facial expression didn’t seem to change. Part of Mike wished that she would at least pretend the experience was pleasurable for her… the way women used to. A second later, his nub slipped out and he had to guide it back in with his hands again. What struck Mike most was just how much work it was to move his hips so vehemently to continue grinding against her clit. And Mike’s own hips were plenty sore from his exertions with Emily the previous night! No wonder his wife was in such great shape. Pegging him must have been quite a workout. Beginning to sweat and breathe more heavily, Mike moved his hips more vigorously and closed his eyes tightly so he couldn’t see the look on Emily’s face. He wiped sweat from his brow. Exhausted by all of two minutes of thrusting, he felt his body building up towards an imminent climax. At the last second though, his nub slipped out once again. With his penis up against Emily’s smooth, toned abs; he gasped, squirting his tiny load all over her stomach as he squirmed on top of her. “All done?” Emily asked a second later. Still out of breath, Mike just quietly nodded. Clearly possessing more upper body strength than her husband, Emily pushed him up and rolled him off of her. The mattress cover crinkled beneath his sweaty, naked body. Grabbing a plastic pack of baby wipes from the nightstand, Emily quickly went to work cleaning the cum off of her stomach. She finished by running a baby wipe over her own crotch. Mike flinched as he felt a wipe running across his own genitals followed by the familiar plastic ring around his testicles and finally the tube around his penis. ‘Click’! Just like that, he was locked up again. Standing up, she quickly slipped her cotton panties back on and practically ran to the other side of the room to pull a clean diaper from its package on the dresser. “Grab your knees for me. Come on, hurry.” she said, frantically unfolding a clean diaper. It was like Emily was in a race against time and Mike knew exactly what she was thinking. She was determined to get him back into a diaper before he peed on either her or the floor by accident. She then gave him a quick, haphazard dusting of powder. As the thick, familiar padding was brought up between his legs, Mike had tears in his eyes as she smoothed out the tapes. 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Chapter 7: Drastic Measures I sat on the toilet for what was now the fourth time today at school. I’d had a couple of close calls, but nothing nearly as bad as what had happened in first period. There had at least been time to go to the bathroom between classes without the embarrassment of having to grab a hall pass in front of everyone again. This must be how Emilia feels, needing to go every thirty minutes. There wasn’t any way that Desi and Samantha could have failed to notice all my runs to the bathroom, but if they thought something was off, they hadn’t mentioned it to me yet. After first period, I was much more careful. I limited myself to taking just a handful of sips from the drinking fountain and hadn’t touched the water jug I always carried with me in my backpack. My mouth was beginning to feel dry. I didn’t like the thought of trying to make it through cheerleading practice while being this dehydrated, but I could always wait and drink up right before it starts. I had expected the lack of fluids to cut off any need to go, but if anything, the urge to urinate was stronger, even if I was only making small trickles of pee into the toilet. I squeezed out every last drop that I could before pulling my pants up again. I wasn’t taking any chances in history class. Not with that sadist, Mr. Higgins. Who tells teenagers to pee their pants, anyway? My friends were already in their seats waiting for me in the back row of the class. Lisa was again sitting in the chair to my left, chewing on her nails while busy playing a game on her phone. “Have you been feeling OK?” Samantha asked as I sat down. “That’s like only your fifth bathroom trip today.” “My fourth, but, yeah, I’m doing OK.” She gave me a sly look. I was a bad liar. I knew she didn’t believe me. “I saw this on the wall. Thought it might cheer you up.” Samantha handed me a flyer with the school logo on it. Fortnite? As a new school sports team? No way. “Apparently, it’s a big thing now,” Samantha continued. “Didn’t you hear? There was a kid who’d won like a million bucks or something in a tournament.” I laughed. The winner of that massive tournament had actually come away with three million dollars. And yes, I’d watched the matches live. “Nah, I’m not nearly that good.” “They are going to have girls and boys teams. You know, Title 9 and all. You should give that a shot.” I was a bit skeptical, but wait. If I did make it on the Fortnite team, wouldn’t that require Mom to let me “practice?” That might be worth a shot after all, even if my chances might be slim. “Um, excuse me... could I, maybe, see that flyer?” I turned to see Lisa leaning over, taking a look at the Fortnite flyer I was holding. I guess she’d been eavesdropping on our conversation. “You play?” “Yeah, a little.” With a long-sleeved, flower-patterned dress – I can’t recall ever seeing Lisa wearing pants – she didn’t fit exactly with the image of a stereotypical gamer-girl. Not that that was a look I tried to go for myself. I handed the flyer over to her. Mr. Higgins stepped to the front of the classroom. “Settle down everyone. Settle down. Back row. Cut the chatter. Thank-you.” The class passed by without incident. I was much less stressed out. Going to the bathroom beforehand had been a good idea. Like yesterday, Lisa slipped out in the middle of the class to go the bathroom. Only this time a hall pass was readily available for her. After class, Desi and Samantha tagged along as I walked toward the locker room for cheerleading process. “Lisa was such a weirdo. Imagine getting stuck on a team with her,” Samantha said. Tactful isn’t exactly a word anyone would use to describe Samantha. “What?” I replied. “She’s such a loner. I swear, I hadn’t heard her speak to anyone besides a teacher until today.” “So? Mr. Higgins told me her parents had passed away over the summer. I was sure she had a lot on her mind.” “Did he tell you what happened to them?” Samantha asked, a little too eagerly. “No. Why?” Samantha was always fascinated by crime dramas. Her mother was an assistant county prosecutor after all. Death. Crime. Murder. Mystery. She lived for that kind of stuff. “I overheard Mom mentioning something about them in passing. No details about what happened. Just that it was pretty messed up. Mom wouldn’t even tell me anymore when I asked about it.” That was good for Lisa, because Samantha would then have been blabbing it all over the school. “Exactly. Now didn’t be so mean,” Desi said. Lisa came running up behind us. The flyer waving in her hand. I hoped she hadn’t overheard anything from our conversation. “Here’s the flyer. Sorry, I had forgotten to give it back to you,” Lisa said, handing the paper to me. “You going to try out for the team?” “I think so, if Uncle Higgins lets me.” “That will be fun. Maybe we’ll both get on it together.” --- Coach Addison looked relieved when I entered the locker room. Did she think I’d gotten scared off? While the fall had been a little frightening, I was certainly more scared of what Mom would do were I to quit the team than of what would happen if I were to have another nasty fall. That would be the mother-of-all-spankings. I’d given myself more time to get dressed than yesterday. As I discreetly switched into my cheerleading outfit for the first time, a couple of teammates took a look at the bruise on my hip. They were pretty impressed. It had just begun to fade, but probably wouldn’t fully go away for at least a couple of weeks. The cheerleading outfit wasn’t as bad as I had feared. The fit was just a little loose, but much more discreet than I had thought it would be. No chance of me flashing my panties at anyone. The only person who didn’t seem happy to see me was Claire, the other freshman on the squad. She gave me a frosty hello when I arrived at the locker next to her. What was her deal? I made sure to take several large gulps from my water jug. Having had almost next to nothing to drink since breakfast, the water felt so good. With cheerleading practice being twice as long as any of my classes, I slipped off to the toilet – now for the fifth time at school – before heading out with the team to the field. If anything, the second day of cheerleading practice was worse than the first. My legs ached. My butt ached. Every muscle in my body ached. Even the ones I couldn’t name. Especially the ones I couldn’t name. Life would have been so much better had I just intentionally flunked the tryout, no matter how unhappy that would have made Mom. For this practice, what we were focusing on was practicing our intro for the football game. There was a hoop with streamers strung all a crossed it that we had to jump and somersault through. The first couple of tries were a bit rough, but by the third time through I was getting the hang of it. I was running toward the hoop, ready to tumble through, when my foot got tangled with the leg of one of the girls who was holding it, Claire. I managed to make it through the hoop, but tripped afterword and landed on my face. At least this time I was falling on grass and not a hard surface. “Oh, I’m so, so sorry,” Claire said, reaching down to offer me a hand. The look on her face – a smug smile that she couldn’t quite hide – didn’t make it seem like she was sorry at all. What’s her deal? That was the only mishap at practice, which, I guess, when compared to yesterday wasn’t bad at all. With practice nearly over, I realized that the sensation to pee hadn’t come even a little. There were some porta potties at the edge of the field that I could have gone to in an emergency, but I was glad I hadn’t had to use them. I’d sweat so much during practice that I guess there wasn’t anything left to come out. Back in the locker room, I chugged down some more water. The workout had made me even thirstier. I watched as most of the other girls ran off to the showers. I knew Mom wasn’t going to be happy if I waited to shower at home, but it was going to be probably another day or two until it was safe to show my butt in public, and even without that concern, I just didn’t like the idea of being nude around so many other people. I’d just have to risk whatever punishment Mom gave me. --- “But I was going to shower once I got home.” “No buts, young lady. You do remember what I told you?” Now that was a trick question if there ever was one. Saying you forgot a rule was just as bad as remembering the rule and choosing not to follow it. “Yes,” I answered. There wasn’t any getting out of this. “Tomorrow you’ll shower in the locker room like everyone else, but since you don’t seem to want to keep yourself clean, I’m going to get you cleaned up before dinner. Until then, you were going to stand in the corner until I say you can move.” I was really needing to begin to pee. It felt as if the water I had drunk at the end of practice had already raced down to my bladder, but I couldn’t tell that to Mom. She’d probably just extend the punishment rather than shortening it. I heard Mom walk off toward the bathroom, followed by the sound of the tub filling up with water. I relaxed. Making me take a bath was not near as bad a punishment as getting spanked or grounded. I did my best to refrain from any sort of potty dance. With my face to the corner I couldn’t tell if Mom or Emilia was watching me. At last, the sound of the water rushing out of the faucet stopped and Mom called me into the bathroom. The tub was filled with pink bubbles. Well, as long as it isn’t too hot or cold I can deal with a bubble bath. I started to undress myself when Mom slapped at my wrist to stop me. “No, keep your hands still. You’re not bathing yourself. I am doing it for you.” As Mom put her thumbs under the edge of my shirt, getting ready to pull it off over my head, I realized something I had forgotten. The bruise! How on earth was I going to explain that to her without causing even more trouble? I angled myself away from her slightly so she wouldn’t see the bruise right way. Mom pulled off my shirt and bra, followed by my shorts and underwear and tossed them in a heap in the corner. I shivered. The room was cold without any clothing on. I wanted to get in the water so badly, but I knew better than to do anything before Mom told me to do it. “Get in.” I stepped toward the tub, exposing the bruised side despite my best efforts to keep it out of Mom’s sight. “My goodness! What happened?” I did my best to sidestep the question. “Mom, cheerleading was a sport. It can be dangerous. Remember, you had to sign the safety waiver? Coach checked me out. I was fine.” “Why didn’t you tell me about it?” “I didn’t think it was a big deal. Besides, everyone ends up taking a tumble at one point or another. I just happened to get it out of the way at the start.” Mom looked over the bruise for a couple more seconds, then reached out her hand to feel it. That hurt. The spot was still tender, but I gritted my teeth to avoid making any noises. She didn’t need to know how bad it was. “Next time, you need to tell me right away if you get hurt at all during practice.” “Yes, Mom.” “Get in the water.” I dipped my toe in the water. Warm. Bordering on hot, but not too much that I couldn’t bear it. I sat down in the water, letting the bubbles cover my body. I had thought they were childish at first, but now I was grateful for the amount of privacy the bubbles were providing for me. I could feel my muscles began to relax. It had been a couple of years since my last bath. Why didn’t I do this more often? In my concern about my bruise, I had temporarily forgotten that I had the need to pee. I hoped Mom got over with the bath soon so I could get to the toilet. The rest of the bath was miserable. Mom’s hands roughly sudsed my shoulder-length hair with shampoo, kneading through it painfully. After getting my hair rinsed, she wasn’t any gentler with the shower sponge, scrubbing painful against my skin. I giggled as Mom scrubbed my armpits. I was ticklish in a lot of places, but that was the worst. Then I gasped, I was certain I had just peed myself, but beneath the bubbles and soapy water there wasn’t any way to ascertain what had happened. “What was that noise about?” “Nothing, it just hurt a little, that’s all.” I remained silent and compliant as Mom finished washing me. --- Alone in my room, with dinner and homework both done, I recounted the past day. I’d peed myself three times. Once in my bedroom. Once while I was asleep. And once during the bath. Besides that, I’d had a number of super close calls. Something was seriously wrong with me, but what? I couldn’t tell Mom. Disciplinarian was her only mode. I shuddered to think at what punishments she’d come up with if she’d known about all those accidents. I doubted she would take me to the hospital. The only times I’d ever gone were for school-mandated vaccinations or physicals. Mom had hemmed and hawed at the physical I had to do before being allowed to participate in the cheerleading tryout, but in the end she had relented. Whatever fix Mom was sure to try and implement on her own wouldn’t be pleasant. But I’d got no room for error. One slip up. One pair of wet pants at the wrong place and the wrong time and I was done for. At the rate it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. I’d been super lucky to have avoided any of my accidents being discovered. Mom had just started Emilia’s bath. She would bring a book to read while Emilia splashed, played, and eventually got all washed and scrubbed. That usually took about thirty minutes, certainly not less than twenty. Mom would never leave Emilia alone by herself in the tub, which gave me plenty of time for what I was about to do. I had an idea. A crazy, stupid, embarrassing, reckless idea. But if I could pull it off, it might just buy me time to figure out how to get back to using the toilet like normal. I pulled open the top drawer of Emilia’s dresser with trepidation. With the box that had come in yesterday, it was packed completely with pull-ups and diapers. Did I really want to go through with this? What if someone notices? But peeing my pants would be even more noticeable. If tomorrow was anything like today, I didn’t like my odds of avoiding an accident. I skimmed through the myriad of pull-up designs. May as well take one that Emilia was less likely to want to use. I settled on a classic: Ariel. I wasn’t big on Disney, but “The Little Mermaid” was one of my favorites. I picked up the pull-up and gave the sides a gentle stretch. They pulled apart further than I thought they could and didn’t show any signs of ripping. OK, OK. I took a deep breath. This might actually work. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. The design was actually quite adorable. I wouldn’t mind the look if it were panties. But despite whatever the ads wanted to say, a pull-up was still a diaper, just one that was disguised for big girls. I pulled off my jeans and paused. I didn’t want to go through with this. I really, really didn’t. But I couldn’t see any other choice. All the alternatives were far worse. I removed my panties as well and then slid the pull-up up my legs. The pull-up fit well enough. It felt somewhat restraining, but the sides hadn’t ripped. I was a bit relieved. It was not much different than if I’d had an overly large pad strapped between my legs. However, I didn’t dare turn and look myself in the mirror. I didn’t want to see how it looked on me. Not yet. I moved and walked around the room. Spun around in a circle. Stretched. Did a couple of jumping jacks. The pull-up remained snug around my hips. But there was one more question that needed answering, and I couldn’t risk waiting until I was stuck in class without the ability to go to the bathroom to find out. I had reached the point of desperation that I was willing to try almost anything. Peeing had come so easily the past day that it caught me by surprise that I was having any problems doing so right now. Despite a slight feeling of needing to go, it still took a minute before the first trickle of pee came out and turned into a steady stream. “Just pee yourself, pee yourself, pee yourself.” I could feel the absorbent material in the pull-up swell and expand against my legs. The wetness indicator was long gone, replaced with a yellow hue. Of all the things that had happened to me in the last twenty-four hours this was, by far, the worst. No amount of humiliation could match how I was feeling right now. Not the spanking in front of my sister. Not the fall during the first cheerleading practice. Not wetting the bed for the first time in five years. I was fourteen. I just peed in a pull-up. On purpose. I wanted to cry.

An interesting milestone was passed this week: 1 complete, uninterrupted year in nappies. In fact, I went “24/7” in nappies back in December 2018 but for complicated and previously-described reasons, I came out of them for 4 weeks in March before going back again at the start of April and remaining in them. So, although it’s approaching 15 months of 24/7 experience, technically it was only early this week that I could claim one year as a continuous shift. There have been a quite a few 45m gym sessions and also one or two routine 30m GP appointments undertaken nappy-free however. One specialist appointment that also needed to be nappy-free involved almost 70 minutes out of nappies and I think that’s my record for the year. No bathroom was used though and it was with some immediate relief that I replaced my nappy: that was in September last year. I haven’t woken to a single morning in dry pants for more than one year. During the days, I have been to the office, dentist, medical specialists, shopping, events, interstate travel, international travel, parties, social occasions, conferences, presentations (including as presenter on a stage) and even a funeral, all in nappies. I thought long and hard about the funeral although I didn’t write that at the time. It was a miserable funeral anyway for somebody who never should have been dead. I think if I’d regarded my nappies as a kind of sexual fetish, I would have taken them off. To indulge in a fetish at a funeral is outside my “acceptable-use-policy”. The thing is that my nappies are no more fetish than a transgender person’s dysphoria is. It is a part of who I am and I can’t ignore it. And so, I just found the most discrete nappies I had and made sure they were invisible under my black suit. No comment was made by my partner strangely enough, perhaps she can see that this is a little more than the weird sex kink she’d initially written it off as. My nappies are now to me as socks might be to somebody more conventional. They are routine, everyday garments and I own lots of them. Whilst I don’t deliberately strew them about the place, I’ve become less assiduous in hiding them from my partner and visual evidence of their use is abundant now within our bedroom. When I got up this morning and went into our walk-in-robe, I noticed plastic pants laying around in the same way that a pair of underpants may have a year ago. There is sudocrem in our bathroom cabinet, the next days waterproofs are laid out with other clothes and the opened “in-use” disposable nappy packets are reasonably visible under my side of the bed. It’s a good thing that the one remaining teenager at home never ventures into our room. I’m not incontinent during the day, at least not that I’ve really noticed although it remains that I pee at a snail’s pace and remain a bit drippy and dribbly for a little while afterward. If anything, it seems that lately I often reflexively “hold” more during the day now than I did a few months ago. I have NO idea why this would be. Sometimes I’m not sure about how my nappy got that wet but I believe this to be about not thinking about things that much down there rather than any serious loss of control. I’ve become habitually careful during the brief periods of time when I’m not in a nappy (eg: after a shower or at a change). The whole “it’s ok to wet I’m in a nappy” has been reversed. Now I must think “I must NOT wet because I am NOT in a nappy” for those moments. There is some sense of mental (if not physiological) relief when the top tapes are done up and I’m again “secure”. At night however, my bedwetting habit continues to progress. Last night was all about dreams which is unusual these days. I have a vague recollection of wetting myself in bed (yes, it was an alcohol night). There was absolutely no “peeing” sensation at all but I became aware of that warm trickling across my crotch and down my perineum as I was laying on my back. I cannot remember starting and I cannot remember finishing. I wasn’t sure if it was “real” or not but I was suitably soggy come morning so I guess it must have been. I suspect I woke up a little whilst peeing, registered “no problem here” and fell back asleep still doing it. It’s all about habituation, not incontinence right now. A moment of panic this morning also upon awaking. I recalled that when changing for bed late the night before, I found that I’d leaked badly over the top of my evening nappy with the front of my compression pant and shorts well wet with pee and I’d left the sodden garments dropped on the bedroom floor. Not a good marital look. At least I thought I recalled that. Looks like that was a dream too. They were perfectly dry and folded on top of my nappy hamper where I’d left them. I could have sworn that leaking episode DID happen but apparently not. For now at least, my partner seems to have given up on “curing” me although I seriously doubt that our relationship is the better for this venture. What next? I’m going to change myself and keep going. I can’t possibly fail, I don’t have a plan!

This is a short story I wrote a little while ago. It is inspired by someone very dear to me. Hope you enjoy. ***************************************** Like the bells of Notre Dame, my alarm chimed my usual 6:30 am wake-up time. Another day, another dollar to be earned. I turned my head to see her laying there, peacefully sound asleep. She was so beautiful, and I counted my blessings every single day that I had her in my life. I slid out of bed, making sure that she still had lots of covers to keep her warm, and waded my way into the bathroom; much like a zombie shambling after a would-be meal. I flicked on the light and closed the door. I winced at the bright light as it exploded into existence like the light of a thousand suns. I washed my face with some warm water and brushed my teeth. My morning routine is monotonous: wash my face, brush my teeth, shower, shave, clean every inch of my body, brush out my hair and head back to the room for the rest of my morning activities. I finished up in the bathroom and headed back to the darkness of the bedroom and my awaiting little princess. She lay there without a care in the world. Her hair disheveled and a mess. The bed was littered with stuffies, and she was wrapped in the duvet like a tightly wound burrito. Standing there, clad only in a towel, I watched her rest, lingering for just a moment before returning to getting ready. I picked out some tights, a nice dress (today felt like a blue and white polka dot kind of day), my favourite pair of heels, bra, panties, and a nice belt. I donned my armor for the day and was ready to put on my warpaint. I went back to the bathroom, put on some makeup and I was ready for the day. Well, I was ready but there was still much to do. I headed back to the room and sat on the edge of the bed next to my little princess. I leaned over and kissed her forehead. She hadn’t been feeling so great the last few days, so this kiss was duel purposed: a tender show of affection and a temperature check. If her temperature felt high, then I’d have to wake her and get the thermometer for her little bottom. Today though, she felt alright and wasn’t in need of further inspection. I reached between her legs to find her diaper completely soaked. I chucked and muttered to myself: “I expected no less from my little Princess. Mommy will change you before work baby, don’t worry.” Making my way to the closet, every careful step placed to avoid waking the sleeping beauty, I collected the necessary supplies: fresh diaper, stuffer, powder, cream, wipes and disposal bag. I sat down on the bed and unraveled the burrito that kept her so safe and warm. She let out a small whine, rousing the slightest bit from her slumber. “M..Mommy? What time is it?” I shushed her and stroked her hair, moving it from her face. I calmed her and kissed her forehead. “Now, little girl we need to get your bum changed. Lay still and let Mommy help you.” I held her pacifier to her lips and slid it into place as she opened her mouth instinctively. “Good girl.” I said with a smile. I helped position her on her back and began my work. I opened the soggy night time diaper and wiped her until every single inch of her was clean. “Such a good girl! Using your diaper like the little baby you are!” She let out another whine. She always liked to fight me when I called her a baby. She protests that she is in fact a big girl, but her and I know differently. I rolled up the soggy diaper and tossed it, with the dirty wipes, in the disposal bag. I opened and fluffed up the new diaper and put securely positioned the stuffer inside before sliding it under naked body. Leaning down I kissed her tummy and inched down before giving her princess parts a gentle kiss. “Now you be a good girl today for Mommy and maybe she’ll let you have some big girl playtime tonight.” I placed a dollop of cream on her bum and smoothed it into her skin. I powdered her with ample amounts of powder and made sure she was nice and dry. Once she was all nice and ready, I taped the thick diaper between her legs and secured it in place. My girl was now ready to go back to sleep. I wrapped her carefully back into her cocoon, handed her a stuffie from the mountain sitting on the other side of the bed, and proceeded to kiss her left cheek, then right, then her forehead, finishing with a paci kiss, before heading back to the closet. I picked out a onesie, skirt and a nice pair of socks for her and laid it on the end of the bed. Before I left the room, I turned to her, blew her a kiss and spoke “I love you my little bean. Mommy will be back later tonight. Be good and check your list today.” Before I left the room, I heard a small, sleep laced, paci muffled “I love you too Mommy” come from the bed. I closed the door and headed downstairs. Now my princess was not working today which meant she had things to do at home and a space where she could spend the day in little space. I sat down at the table with my morning cup of tea, a couple pieces of buttered toast and a pen and paper. If my girl was going to be home all day, then I was going to leave her a note from Mommy. It read: To my darling Babygirl, While Mommy is at work today, she expects you to be on your best behaviour. You have lunch that is ready for you in the fridge and all you must do is eat it before Mommy gets home for dinner. You also have three bottles in the fridge that I expect to be empty when I get home. Remember your rules and have a wonderful day Sweetpea! Mommy loves you so very much. Your chores for today are: 1. Clean up our room. You have clothes, stuffies and toys all over the place. Put them back where they belong 2. Make the bed 3. Clean the downstairs bathroom 4. Sweep the floors 5. Empty the dishwasher You also need to make sure you spend an hour today working on your journal. I would like to read about your thoughts today when I get home. I know you’ll make me proud. You may eat the attached treat, after your chores are finished and not before. Mommy will call and check in on her lunch. Love, Mommy. I left the letter on the table, held down by a Hershey’s Kiss, and finished my breakfast. Her lunch and bottles were set in the fridge and she was ready for her day. I put on my shoes, grabbed my purse and keys and headed out the door for work. Work couldn’t be over fast enough because by the time I made it to the car, I already missed my Babygirl.

35.) "Lina will be here in about ten minutes or so, the driver collected her a few moments ago." So there were a few things to note — one, I didn't really cook. And Tyler could, but I wanted to intimidate Lina some, and make her know she wasn't one of us. So the caterers had laid out everything in silver-domed platters on the dining table, dressed with a white table cloth, and were leaving as I spoke. "Tyler, please get the wine from the cabinet and put it in the decanter. I’m going to make sure my pretty little sister has no errants nerves keeping her worried." This was all so normal now. My childish appearance, the diaper, my hair in pigtails. I even kept my teething ring close in case I ever needed it, but I didn't expect to use it at all when Lina got here. I'd bite my damn lip off first! And though I still swore in my head, I never did out loud anymore. "I'm okay, sis." "I know that you've been doing really well, sis, and I'm so proud of you, and so is Tyler. But remember that Lina wasn't there when all this happened to us, and she doesn't know what we went through, so she's probably going to be insensitive. She can't help it, though, and I don't want you to think less of her — just remember, she's trying." And if she wanted to have a hope of my affections tonight, she'd be trying very hard. Everybody looked nice. I mean, Yuko wore her work clothes. Tyler was in a nice top. I had my jumper dress on. We all looked so fancy. Would Lina look fancy, too? I had never seen Lina dress up for anything. It seemed stupid to expect it. "I understand... I don't think it's gonna be a big deal." If it was, she'd just leave again. But it made me wonder. What did other people think? What about Kana or Paul or Kristy or Mona? Did she tell anybody about... I tried not to think about it. "Lina, you made it." Which, of course, I knew, because I'd sent the car to collect her. And the driver had picked up a chocolate babka for Lina to present as her contribution to the meal — something common in higher society's more casual dinner parties. "I guess I did." Lina forced a smile, but it was actually pretty good — and she looked gorgeous in the red polkadot hoop-dress I'd requested she wear, vintage and lovely and I was sure the connotations of her role as my servant wouldn't be lost on her. "Come in you look great." "Thank you. Hi there, Natsuko." Lina waved politely to the girl in the jumper dress, like an aunt greeting a child she didn't see often. I waved back, forcing a smile. She looked uncomfortable in her own way. Because that dress wasn't her in the slightest. And this situation wasn't her deal, either. I just needed time alone with her. To ask about my friends. To ask how she's going without all the tiptoeing. Why were we tip toeing, anyway? I couldn't even remember... "Tyler, take the babka to the kitchen. Did you need a moment to freshen up, Lina? The bathroom is just down the hall, why don't you show her, Natsuko?" Tyler looked worried immediately, but I was so much less so — Natsuko was mine now, my little sister in her new reality made by me. Nothing Lina could say would break that, and Lina wouldn't dare to anyway. "That would be nice." The bathroom was huge, probably because it had a tub, a shower, and two full sinks with a huge mirror. It was the kind of bathroom we could both stand in comfortably, and somewhere I could close the door behind us. My chest hurt. Why was I nervous? Because I hadn't been in a bathroom alone in three weeks? “H-how are you...?" "I'm okay, Nat." Lina had a lot of conflict. A lot of conflict. She knew that Yuko was doing this to Natsuko now, she knew beyond doubt because Yuko was trying to manipulate her, too. But she was also crazy with lust for the fucking woman and she'd invested so much time into her now, and there was so little to lose by playing along for just a little longer... "I like your dress, it's really cute. How are you doing here, anyway?" "I like it..." I rocked back and forth in place, playing with the edges of my dress. My cheeks were just slightly pink, still so shy around my best friend. Were we even best friends anymore? “How is everyone? Um, Kara and Mona...? Everyone else...?" Did they know? I didn't know how to ask... "They're pretty good, you know, same old stuff. Kara has her work going into a gallery in Lisbon next week, can you even believe that?" Could she even believe that her sister had turned her into this? Damn. She was almost a work of art herself... Lina blinked and looked at the girl, at her best friend. Jesus, Lina, no. "How's your sister treating you? And Tyler?" "Oh, it's nice... they're nice. Um, Yuko's always working... always busy, you know? So like her. But Tyler's great. She stays home and she makes me food and helps me with stuff..." Stuff like making food and diaper changes. "It's nice, nice having her around... she's the sweetest lady..." Lady? Tyler was, so far as Lina knew, younger than Natsuko. But then again, Natsuko now looked more like a 12 or 13 year old dressed like a 3 year old, than like a 23 year old. Lina leaned on the counter and looked at her best friend. Was she even, anymore? Could she even be considered the same person? "Do you think you'll come home soon?" “Oh, uh..." I looked down at my feet, a small blush on my cheeks. I had no use in lying to her. I really didn't. The fact of the matter was... "No, I... I don't think so. I just... I like it here. And Tyler's helping me, and... and I like being close to her, so I don't... um... I should stay a while... until I'm comfy going home..." And who was surprised? Not this girl. Not Lina. It was a perfect loop — Yuko didn't need to force Natsuko to stay, because she'd somehow made her want to stay. Lina forced a smile, which looked a lot better reflected off the mirror. "You're really cute, you know? I'm glad they're helping you, Natsuko." And Lina resolved that she would get her out of here, too, she would, she just needed a little longer to topple the concept of Yuko... I smiled happily, even if it was a little forced, up at my friend. "Thank you!" This was why I should always trust Tyler - she knew what she was talking about. The dress was a great idea, even if it was childish. "Um, maybe we should get back out there?" After all, we were just standing in the bathroom alone talking... "We should. I'll meet you out there?" Lina cringed inwardly but smiled outwardly, laughing a little in the nicest way possible. "Some of us still need to use those things." She nodded to the toilet in the corner, and then flicked her gaze to the door. "Tell them I'll be right out, okay? And that I want to sit next to you." Her comment about the toilet brought a blush to my cheeks, but I decided to ignore it. After all, she was right, wasn't she? I closed the bathroom door behind me, standing in the hall, and sighed. I guess the awkwardness was over, then. And nobody else knew... not Kana or Mona or anybody... I was so relieved. I went back into the dining room with a small smile and took a seat at the table. "Lina wants to sit by me," I told Tyler and Yuko. "I'll move across the table, then, so you know I'm here for you, okay hunnybunny?" Tyler smiled as she shuffled out of her seat and went around to the other side, leaving Yuko at the head. "I think it just took a little bit of time, little sis — Lina is quite immature for her age, and she needed time to realize how much better being here is for you." “I think she gets it... I mean, she said she likes me here... likes that I'm being taken care of." Tyler looked up at Yuko with a bit of concern, but Yuko was smiling to herself. Yuko had irons in the fire: Yuko had plans. And here I was, oblivious to them. ------------------------- Like, Comment, and check us out on Patreon!

Chapter 6: Bad Dreams I dreamed a distorted conglomeration of the previous days’ events. In history class, Mr. Higgins again denied a student her God-given right to go to the bathroom. But instead of Lisa, this time it was me. Both hall passes were gone as I begged him continuously to leave. I wiggled constantly in my seat as I tried to calm my bladder, but he wouldn’t budge. “Just pee yourself,” he said. “Just pee yourself, pee yourself, pee yourself,” the class chanted back at me. Tears in my eyes, I hobbled toward the door with my knees clenched together. “Oh, come on, just pee yourself,” Lisa shouted after me. Samantha and Desi laughed as I fumbled to get the door open. My dreamed turned me back to my bedroom. Then the urge to pee struck harder, just like it had yesterday evening. I turned to leave my bedroom and get to the toilet, but Emilia was already in the bathroom. I knocked and knocked and she wouldn’t open the door. “Just pee yourself,” Emilia shouted at me through the door. You can just go in your pull-ups. “I’m fourteen. I don’t wear pull-ups.” But I looked down and my pajama shorts had been replaced with my sister’s pull-ups. They somehow fit. Minnie Mouse was grinning up at me. I swear she winked. I went back out to the hallway, but instead of my home I was again back at school in my cheerleading outfit. I was running through the school hallways, but I kept finding that each bathroom door was locked shut. The echoes of my classmates’ chants just wouldn’t stop. “Just pee yourself, pee yourself, pee yourself.” At last, I made it to the locker room, which, surprisingly enough, was unlocked. I raced to the toilets. Relief was in sight. Then the tiles beneath my feet turned into the hands of the girls on my cheerleading squad. Those hands gave way, and I was falling, falling, falling, falling. No end in sight. “Just pee yourself, pee yourself, pee yourself.” I continued falling. The urge to pee was no longer present. I landed awake in my bed. The nightmare over, I looked up groggily at my alarm clock – 6:37 a.m. – couldn’t I have gotten another seven minutes of sleep. I rubbed my eyes open. That was such a strange dream. I felt something heavy against my back. Oh great, Emilia was in bed with me. Mom isn’t going to be pleased. As I tried to move into a more comfortable position in which to spend my last few minutes asleep, I felt a wet and slightly warm sensation. Emilia’s diaper must have leaked all over me. Yuck. Now I had to do laundry as well before getting ready for school. May as well just get on with it. I pulled the cover and sheets back to reveal a much larger wet spot than I had expected to find. I examined the bed. There was no question as to what had just happened. The wet spot was directly beneath me and covered way more of the bed than a diaper leak could possibly have done. I gave Emilia’s bottom a quick pat. Yep, her diaper was still on. That meant only one thing. I had just wet the bed. I had actually wet the bed. What in the world? The urge to pee hadn’t just been a dream. Those dreams about needing to pee were the ones I had always had when I was younger. Back when I had been a bedwetter. How did this happen? I remembered last night. I had chosen not to go to the bathroom before getting into bed. I guess going over five years without any nighttime accidents had made me a bit careless. Well, I wouldn’t be making that mistake again. I gave Emilia a slight nudge. Still asleep, she didn’t stir at all. That gave me some time to figure out how to extricate myself from this predicament. What to do? What to do? I couldn’t dare let Mom find out. If she discovered that I’d wet the bed that would be the perfect excuse for her to forbid me from ever going on a sleepover ever again. Why hadn’t I just gone to the toilet last night like I normally did? I could have avoided all this trouble if I’d just done that. Whatever I did, I wanted to do it quickly. The sensation of the wet clothing sticking against my skin was becoming uncomfortable as it cooled. The fact that Emilia had snuck into bed was my saving grace. I could just tell Mom that Emilia’s diaper had leaked and that would be the end of it. Emilia’s nightgown had gotten wet enough on the outside that it would be a believable excuse. For me, at least. Mom wasn’t going to be happy with Emilia. I didn’t want Emilia to get in trouble, but in this case, it wasn’t going to be avoidable. Normally, if she had crawled into my bed when she had been told not to leave the crib, I might admonish her gently, but I would still put her back in the crib without telling Mom what happened. Of course, that’s what probably lead her to believe she could get away with it again tonight. I wondered what Mom would do when she found out. Probably a spanking. Hopefully, Mom wouldn’t be too hard on her. I gave Emilia a gentle shake until she at last opened her eyes. “Come on sis. We need to get you up. Your diaper leaked. You got me and the bed all wet.” I didn’t bother changing Emilia into a clean diaper and outfit yet. I needed to make sure Mom saw the evidence. “You know what Mom said about staying in your crib.” “But I had a scary dream. Mommy never stopped making me wear diapers.” I hugged Emilia as she began to cry. Potty training was getting on her nerves as much as it had been getting on mine. “Don’t worry. We’ll get you potty trained. But you’ve got to obey Mom as well. We’ll need to go tell her what you did.” “Please don’t tell. Please.” “But Emilia, your diaper leaked. How am I supposed to explain to Mom that my bed was all wet? I’m too old to do that anymore.” Well, until this morning I was, but Emilia didn’t need to know that. She started to walk toward the kitchen with a resigned look on her face. My little sister just couldn’t avoid getting herself in trouble. “Emilia, you know Mom’s rules. Babies don’t walk. They have to crawl.” Emilia got on the floor without protesting, but from her pouting face I could tell she was unhappy with me. Whatever. I’d just saved her from the additional punishment that she would have gotten had she gone walking into the kitchen out of line with Mom’s rules. “All I want for Christmas was...” It’s not even 7 a.m. yet, and that’s what Mom had playing on the speakers as she was cutting up grapefruit for breakfast. All I wanted was for Mom to forgot about Christmas. At least until November. At the sight of Emilia and her wet nightgown, Mom accepted my explanation for the wet bed without any questioning. I hurried to take the sheets to the washing machine before Mom had a chance to realize that the wet spot was far larger than what would have come from a leaky diaper. The morning shower felt better than normal. It felt so good to get clean. Even with the water rushing down on top of me in the shower, I could still make out Emilia’s crying as Mom administered a spanking. I felt bad for Emilia, but at least this would teach her to stay in her crib for a while. I was looking forward to the idea of having a few nights in bed to myself. --- The fact that I had to start my school day with my least favorite class sucked. AP Lit was a bore. The only redeeming factor was that Mrs. Whittleworth was incredibly easygoing and lenient. Not nearly as bad as the horror stories I’d heard about other teachers for advanced placement classes. If only the material were as easy. I sat in the front of the class with Desi and Samantha. We’d spent the whole bus ride to school planning out every detail of the coming sleepover. It was going to be awesome. I’d told them that nothing was set in stone yet, but they assured me that they would be flexible to host whenever Mom was OK with allowing me to come. I was hopeful that I’d have a decision by tonight. The urge to urinate began growing about halfway through the first period. Good grief. I’d only had a glass of orange juice and half a grapefruit for breakfast, nothing different from the usual. It’s OK, only twenty-five more minutes left. No reason I can’t make it that long. The clock at the front of the class moved at an agonizingly slow pace. Tick. Tick. Tick. This was Samantha’s favorite class, so of course she had to insist that we sit in the front row. If I left now to go to the bathroom, everyone would see me. So embarrassing. I wouldn’t have even considered the possibility of a daytime accident had it not been for what had happened yesterday evening, when I had wet myself in my room. I would have just continued to sit in my seat and hold it in, confident that my bladder of steel would hold out until the bell rung. But now there was doubt creeping in. Having experienced a moment where I had lost control, I couldn’t be completely sure it wouldn’t happen again. Wetting myself? In front of my friends and the class? That would be worse, so much worse than the awkwardness of leaving to go to the toilet for a few minutes. Twenty minutes till the class was over. Has it only been five minutes? That isn’t possible. I took a glance back at the hooks next to the door. Both hall passes were still hanging there. Mrs. Whittleworth continued to prattle on about “Crime and Punishment.” Couldn’t I just read for fun? Why did every single detail have to have meaning? Ugh, I bet everyone can see how I’m squirming trying to keep my bladder from exploding. I didn’t have a choice but to get up and go to the bathroom. An accident in school would be the end of me. Desi gave me a quizzical look as I stood up and walked by her desk. I fought the urge to run and walked at a steady pace toward the door. The girl’s hall pass was still there. Thank goodness. Lisa was sitting in her normal seat in the desk closest to the door. She had almost started to get out of her seat. Did she want the hall pass as well? Too bad. I couldn’t help but recall how my dream had interrupted what Mr. Higgins had said to her the other day. “Just pee yourself, just pee yourself, just pee yourself.” No. I’m fourteen. And I’m not going to pee my pants. I stepped out into the hallway and glanced both directions. No one was there. The coast was clear. I did a quiet semi-sprint down the hallway to the bathrooms. Getting up and running had only hastened the urge to go, as if my bladder knew the moment of relief was approaching quickly. The bathroom doors weren’t locked. I pulled down my pants and underwear and collapsed onto the toilet seat in a single motion. It turned out that I hadn’t given myself a moment to spare. A second later and I would have had a wet pair of pants that would be extremely difficult to explain. I didn’t hurry back to the classroom immediately. I mean, if I was going to go to the trouble of taking a hall pass to leave AP Lit, I may as well get the full eight minutes out of it. I was just about to pull the bathroom door open when someone on the other side pushed the door open hard and knocked me onto the floor. Ouch, my butt was still too sore for that. It was Lisa. Mrs. Whittleworth had let her out? Without a hall pass? “Sorry. Sorry,” Lisa said, stepping by me. Lisa hurried into an empty stall without so much as stopping to help me up. I guess when you gotta go, you gotta go.

Hey ! I've been around on ABDL social network for a while (kiddydamian on Tumblr and Twitter), but it's the first I really visited DailyDiapers, and I thought, why not joining ? I'm 24 y.o., somewhere between AB and DL, and between daddy and little, very into the control-loss dimension of ABDL. You can call Damian. I work in agriculture, I lived in many countries throughout Europe (mostly Scandinavia) and I enjoy very much speaking English. Feel free to interact !

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I'm a little confused by this sequence, though...

Amen to that! Congratulations and thank you for cutting a path that others, including myself, are endeavoring to follow. Thank your wife for us as well... Maybe her and my wife should open accounts here and correspond, archive their thoughts and experiences. Or maybe not...

"I was twenty-three years old, and I'd just gotten out of a two-year diploma program when I started wearing pull-ups at night so I didn't have to get up for the potty. -Laughs- Such infantile language, I know--I got really chilly having to sit down to pee, and plus it starts to wake me up. I like to have chamomile tea before bed, with two tea bags in it and it always ends up waking me up at like three am. A couple of months later, I ended up getting a stressful new job in the big city--I'd always wanted to live in Baltimore since I was a little girl--and I started waking up while peeing, yeah, I know--luckily I had my overnights to keep me warm and dry, and my pug Olly to keep me safe. I was beginning to have other problems too. I had a few dates, but wasn't finding anyone that I felt like I could connect with on a deeper interpersonal level, it seems a lot of guys were intimidated by me because I'm--well, beautiful, but they wouldn't be afraid of me if they knew I was wearing something so crinkly and fashionably medical as my panties. No, I don't know what fashionably medical means, I just wanted to say it. -Laughs- I think I want to do a lot more with myself than these guys do, they seem upset when I want to go places and have real adventures. But yeah. I was starting to feel strong urges to pee during the day and it was taking me away from my work. It was more than distracting though, it was beginning to feel a bit painful. A stinging annoyance in the tender area of my lower belly. So I began letting loose in my pull-ups more to take the pressure off--my life is hard enough already without having to pee all the time and potty dance at my desk in my chair. I always put a little baby powder into them in the morning. It helps me feel fresh. These diapers--well--pull-ups, are really absorbent compared to some of the other brands on offer so I wear them during the day too. Yep, I take spares with me to work. I tear off my old one and slide another one on like they're underwear--I guess they are. I usually go through about three panties per day, so a pack lasts me like four days usually. It's hard to slide the new ones on at work, you have take off your leggings all the way. It's a hassle. I really like to wear Lulu Lemon--my butt must be a lemon now, even more so because it's so often covered yellow with pee. It's a secret I hope. These aren't too sheer right? I have been considering Tena supers. With the tabs on either side, it would make for more convenient changing in the stalls at work. Plus, they look like they can take a beating. I think if I met a guy, he'd just have to accept this is a part of my life. I'm interested in a relationship with depth rather than a one night stand or something where I can't share myself fully and with authenticity. There's of course a lot more to life than sexual relationships, which men who interview women are often liable to forget. So, that's it! That's my pull-ups story. Ladies, you don't have to feel insecure about your underwear needs."

Lots of people post diaper shots, crotch shots, the same old thing. What I like is someone in shorts where their diaper is showing out the back, some bulk but leaving some to our imagination. You know they are wearing a diaper, you can see some bulk (not huge bulk) and some diaper showing out the waist in back when they stand or bend over. Even some diaper showing through the legs of the shorts. Something where they are dressed normally and you could believe that this is how they always dress when out and about, just showing some diaper out the back. A glimpse. If it's just someone with only a diaper on, there is nothing left to imagine.

OK, wrapping this up. I had been hoping to expand/extend this ending before posting (it's more of a framework), but the circumstances I've found myself in over the last few weeks/month have realistically made that a non-starter. So, I'm just going to paste what I've got, call it done, take a bow, and move on. I hope those of you who have followed this have enjoyed it. Stay safe, everyone. Chapter 23: New Beginnings When we arrived home, Jenn had released Karen so that she could get ready for work on Monday. I could see Karen hesitate a little before using the key Jenn provided to remove her collar, but life needed to go on, and we had a busy week of packing ahead of us. Karen was busy again at work, leaving early and getting back late, so I saw little of her. The pile of boxes in the garage grew as Jenn prepared to move. I tried to help, but mostly Jenn left me on the Pet Run out back with a book or music going; there wasn’t much I could really usefully accomplish. We were leaving Friday afternoon, hoping to get there on Saturday so that Karen could help move in before flying home on Sunday. As I was being diapered in a thick disposable for the ride, I was not surprised to see Karen grab a diaper, winking and giving me a “shhhh” before heading to the bathroom. When she reappeared her dress gave little indication of what was under it. Soon we had said our goodbyes to Joe and Valerie, Jenn threw the last bag into the stuffed car, and I was loaded into the carrier to head North. It was Jenn, of course, who dictated the first potty stop, and laughed when she found out what was hiding under Jenn’s dress. “Well, whatever works for you, sis,” was her only response. Karen tried to get Jenn to wear one as well, but Jenn gave a “hard no” on that one. The hotel and the rest of the trip was uneventful, other than Jenn jokingly ordering a second pet cage for Karen to sleep in at the hotel… which she didn’t. But she did wear a diaper, as far as I could tell, the whole time. We arrived on Saturday evening, as planned. I was so happy to get out of the damn Pet carrier and couldn’t wait for a dry diaper after the long, long drive. I knew that Kendra, Jenn’s roommate-slash-unnanounced-significant-other had arrived early in the week and had been preparing the place for us. Jenn was clipping my leash on and Karen was getting her bag from the back when the front door opened and a stunning brunette appeared. “Hi Jenn! Hi JayJay! Welcome home!” She came down the path and then turned. “You must be…. Karen….” I had seen this look before. I had seen this look before in Jenn’s eyes. I had seen this look before in Jenn’s eyes when we Bonded. My eyes grew wide. What… I thought, as I turned to see where she was looking. And there was Karen. And now I knew what I had looked like when I had Bonded. I looked at Jenn. “Well, at least she’s already wearing a diaper.” Epilogue The details of who will be Bound, and who will be Keeper and who will be a Pet is still not well understood, but anecdotally it seems that often Keeper and Pet both fill the need the other might not have even known they had. After looking at a Keeper/Pet pair, one could usually find that both were providing what the other needed. Sometimes you had to look deeper, but in Kendra and Karen’s case it was easy to see how the Bond made them both so much more complete. Two sisters, one a Keeper, one a Pet, in the same house, was an interesting experience. It was easy to predict that Karen would settle in as a Pet more quickly than I had, and indeed she took to it as if she had been born that way. Which, I guess, she might well have been. She seemed positively relieved as Kendra locked her collar on to her neck, jingling with her shiny new registration tags. Jenn and Kendra (who went by Ken… Jenn and Ken…) finished their school; with Karen and I already having graduated, we helped them with their studies, and they finished a semester early. They were married a month later, with Karen and I proudly taking the role of ‘Best Pets’. In the end, Karen and I did get to spend our lives together. Not exactly as we’d planned, of course, but in the end, it wasn’t all that bad being a Pet. Especially when you’re with your best friend. While-the-credits-are-rolling Interstitial Karen was on top of me, riding me, as we both rode the edge of fuzzing out. Finally, her back arched, with a muffled “Aggmmmmmmffff” coming though the effective gag she wore. She collapsed onto me, her pink leash falling onto my chest. Jenn looked at Kendra as they sat on the couch, watching us to make sure it didn’t get out of hand. “Jeez, don’t you ever take care of my sister?!?!" Kendra laughed. “Well… it’s lucky she has a friend. I certainly can’t keep up with her!” Karen lay on top of me, recovering. “M MMMM mm mm” (Subtitle: I LOVE Pet sex!) I responded in kind, as I felt the pad under me grow warm as one of us peed. “Mmm mm.”

The next day I had an email from Vicki. She had put me on the mailing list and gave me a rundown on the other members. Many I had heard of. She reminded me that they keep the existence of their group confidential. I told her I understood. I spent the morning knocking out my math problems. The computer chimed with an incoming skype from Linda. I brought it up. I was smiling at the thought of talking to Linda, but she didn’t look happy. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “I’m in trouble,” she said. My mind raced. A girl in trouble sometimes was a way of saying she was pregnant. My face must have given away my line of thought. “No! I’m still a virgin. It’s not that. My mom found the diapers you gave me,” she said. “Oh,” was all I could respond. “I thought I was real careful. I took the first one, the one I wore to school, and put it in a trash bag and put it straight out into the trash can in the garage. Mom went to throw something out right after me and saw the bag and was curious as it was a big bag with only a small item in it.” Oh, dear. “She didn’t say anything then. But she was snooping around my room and found where I hid the three you gave me Friday. She’s noted that I had taken two out of the set.” “Uh, oh.” “But here’s the bad part. I had to tell her the truth. I told her I got them from you. I think she’s going to call your mom.” “Don’t worry,” I told her. “I can handle my mom. What’s going to happen to you?” “I don’t know. She took the last diaper. I don’t know if she’s going to do anything else to me.” “I’m sorry,” I said. I didn’t know how to make her feel better at this point. She smiled a bit. “I was saving that one for the next time we were together.” I smiled. “I want to be with you, diapers or not.” “I know, thanks.” We talked a bit. I tried to assure her that everything would be OK. The next morning after breakfast, I signed on to check with Linda. She hadn’t heard anything more from her parents about the diapers. We chatted a bit until I came to the realization I had to poop. I signed off and stood up and pushed it out. I went to find Mom for a change. She ended up being in the changing room, working on my sister. “Please don’t stick that in me,” Sis was protesting. “What’s going on?” I asked. “I’m giving your sister a suppository. It will help her go.” Mom held up a white bullet-shaped item. “Please, Mom. I’ll go.” Mom took it and inserted it in my sister’s rear. She did up the diaper. “There. It will be over soon. It says for you to try to hold it for fifteen minutes. You probably don’t want to put your jeans back on. You’ll be back for a change soon.” She hopped down and sulked off as I got up on the table. “See, your brother doesn’t have a problem with going,” she said, pulling off my diaper. Well, I did have a problem with it. It’s just that I did it anyway. I got cleaned up and went and found Sis on her computer. Indeed she was sitting with a diaper on and no pants. I asked her how she was doing. “It’s starting to burn down there.” She changed the subject. “Did Brad really say I would look adorable like this?” I smiled. “That’s what he said. Maybe you can get together after this lockdown stuff is over.” Suddenly, my sister groaned. I asked what the matter was. “It’s coming.” She stood up. It looked like she tried to resist it for a second and then surrendered. I watched as she dropped her first load in the diaper. She started to cry. “It’s awful,” she said. Suddenly, she groaned again and cried more. I came over and hugged her. She seemed comforted for a second but then drew back. “It won’t stop coming,” she doubled over, and I could tell she was further defecating. “Well, you haven’t gone in three days.” After a minute, I asked her if she was done. “I think so.” I took her hand and led her back to Mom to get changed.

try doubling the dose. It says on the bottle to take 15ml a day, That didn't do anything for me so I doubled it to 30ml a day. That turned everything a definite shade of green nad helped with the smell greatly. The same was when I was taking the pills when travelling, took a dose morning and then afternoon as well. Works out a lil expensive though. I actually use it all the time now as I find it greatly helps with B.O (not that it was bad before) and I can wear a T shirt for a lot longer before it gets that funky B.O smell under the arms. I tend to wear a good t shirt when going out for an hour or two and then into a work shirt at home and cycling between 3-4 shirts over the course of a week. It also helps foot B.O and my shoes don't get as smelly as before.

Four weeks later “I see you’re back... so, how did it go?” “Fine, fine, not how I anticipated the holiday would go but...” “I saw Aiden rush from the car... couldn’t seem to get home quick enough.” “Yes, well, the poor lad has been soaked the entire drive back. I’d run out of disposables so couldn’t change him. I think he couldn’t wait to get out of his sodden nappy and into...” “Oh, so, he’s still wearing them then?” “Of course, I got him just about used to them before we set off and was grateful for them whilst away... bless him.” “Hhhhuuummm... so what was it like?” “We had a lovely spot overlooking the lakes and Jim had a daily regime of activities so we were all kept pretty busy.” “You had good weather for it.” “Yes, last Tuesday and Wednesday we had rain but otherwise... sun, sun, sun. It was very beautiful up there. Have you ever been to the Lakes District?” “Only on a day trip many years ago. My lot only want a holiday in the sun these days so it’s the Mediterranean for our annual break.” “Jim loves camping, it brings out the old Boy Scout in him... he used to be a troop leader as a teenager and I don’t think he’s ever got over his love of an outdoor lifestyle.” “So, back to the main item on the agenda... have you got your little boy back then?” “I’ve never seen him so happy.” “You sound shocked.” “Well, I was at first because I foresaw problems but... bless his daddy... Jim had him running around doing stuff and he seemed to enjoy it. I don’t mind camping but those two together were having a whale of a time. I couldn’t help but enjoy watching them as they went from one project to another or on some mission of discovery, as Jim called it. They hiked, fished, rowed boats and even did a bit of water-skiing... all very healthy.” “Very nice but what I meant was did he like his nappy and plastic pants, did he like being your little boy again...?” “Well, not really my little boy... he and his father have become even better mates so much so that now daddy changes his soaked nappy.” “Didn’t Jim have anything to say about the cartoon pants or childish disposables?” “He didn’t think twice about them... they were what we had so they were what Aiden was put in. I don’t think it even crossed his mind.” “Didn’t Aiden rebel?” “Well he was very suspicious when I changed him the first time and I could tell by his look on his face he was about to say something. That is until Jim looked in during the wipe down and said how fantastic he thought his more colourful nappies looked... and... get this... with a conspiratorial wink said to him he wouldn’t mind some like it for himself.” “You’re joking.” “No, no I’m not. That one encouraging wink took any argument away and, even when I pulled up his new little blue shorts and he sat there on the back seat looking extremely well-padded, he never uttered a word of complaint.” “You’ve got him well trained.” “I don’t think so... I think it’s just that now he’s receiving daddy’s approval all the time.... it seems that having to wear a nappy is not a problem.” “Bloody hell.” “After I’d got him changed and he looked a bit grumpy I saw Jim whisper something in his ear. Whatever he said certainly changed that frown around and a moment of possible argument passed.” “I wonder what he said.” “I don’t know... I thought Aiden looked just perfect; his thick disposable, plastic pants and boyish shorts were just as I wanted him for this holiday. Now with a smile on his face I have to admit I just melted... I forgot the reason I was doing this to him as a sort of punishment for being surly and growing up too fast. He was my sweet little boy again.” “So, the humiliation you were hoping for him to suffer, after a quiet word from his father, just didn’t happen eh?” “Yes, and another thing Jim did once we’d got the tent pitched and everything set up. He changed out of his chinos and wore a pair of blue shorts... hell they could have been brothers.” “Did you expect that?” “Not at all. I know when he goes hiking Jim wears shorts if the weather’s nice but I thought he only had khaki ones. Anyway, I have to say he looked great in them, very sexy and thankfully, they weren’t as short as Aiden’s... that might have been too much.” “So you have too little boys now?” “Well yes and no... with Aiden yes... but what I have got is a husband that I’d been failing to appreciate... he has been supportive and dependable. I don’t know if it’s because of the camping and being out and about but without the shackles of work, Jim has become another person. We’ve become more of a family again and I hadn’t realised how much we’d got into a rut until this camping expedition. It was great fun and made more so by Jim being the life and soul of everything we did together. Actually, I noticed that he was getting quite a lot of eyeballing from many of the other women on the site... he did look particularly sexy in his shorts... very manly and athletic.” “Oh love, are you falling for your husband all over again?” “I can’t tell you just how attentive and thrilling our nights have been. Once we had Aiden asleep and in his own part of the tent... Jim had me all over the campsite (blush). It was truly wonderful and I’m embarrassed to say that we never did that even when we first met.” “I hope you were discreet around your little boy.” “The poor lad was usually worn out with all the stuff he and Jim were doing together and out like a light by around nine most nights. So, once we got him into his night time protection and settled we’d sit out under the stars, have a few glasses of wine and decide where we were going to do it next. It was naughty and stimulating... I need a holiday to get over this one.” (Self-conscious giggling) “Was Aiden still wetting every night?” “Yes and as I told you before we left, he used them even when I didn’t give him anything to help... and not just at night... we had a wet nappy to deal with most of the time.” “Has it got out of hand?” “Not out of hand because it’s what I’d hoped for but... it doesn’t worry him when he wets. He’ll happily tell his daddy who’ll do the honours and have him cleaned up and in a fresh disposable in minutes. He’s always patting him on his padded bottom as if encouraging him... I actually think that Aiden likes wearing them now. I have to admit each morning when we check and he’s lying there wearing just a t-shirt and his bloated plastic pants, I see my vulnerable little baby and I get all motherly.” “Well you’re allowed to... you are his mother.” “Yes I know but... I mean... broody.” “What you want another kid?” “Maybe, but the way we’ve have been going at it... I wouldn’t be surprised if...” “Well that’s a turn up... do you think that’s what’s behind all this in the first place?” “Hummm, I didn’t think so but maybe. I mean perhaps that’s what Jim’s picked up on... but we’ve never discussed having another. We’ve taken no precautions so he must know there’s a chance.” “I have to say that would explain quite a lot.” “Mmmmm I was thinking about that all the way back and I more or less came to the same conclusion.” “(Laughter) I suppose changing so many nappies has got you back into practice.” “Yes, and I have to tell you. Before going away it was almost impossible for me to get even a smile out of Aiden. Now, well the photographs of our trip have him smiling and laughing in just about every shot... even with me. Any resentment that was there has disappeared. His little pants barely contained his nappies but he didn’t make a fuss, even when he was out playing with some of the other kids on the site. Not so much as a sulk.” “Didn’t the other kids react then?” “If they did he never said anything but as I say, he was using them so I suppose he thought he needed them... which he does.” “So, will he be staying in his protection?” “I can’t see why not... he looks so cute. I love the way he asks to be changed and whether it’s Jim or I that do it... he seems so grateful. I have got my little boy back and I think Jim likes it that way as well. They’re as thick as thieves and Jim has said he’ll be paying more attention to home life because, with work, he thought he’d missed out on Aiden growing up so was pleased to re-connect.” “Oh there’s Aiden now on his bike.” “AIDEN, Aiden, come over here love and say hello to Mrs Parsons.” “Hello Mrs Parsons how are you?” “Very well... you look all very healthy... did you enjoy your camping trip love?” “Yes thank you... Daddy said we might go off again soon.” “Well that would be fun. Okay sweetheart... are you going to meet up with friends?” “Yes.” “Okay, well don’t be too late back... your tea will be ready about five.” “Okay, bye. Bye Mrs Parsons.” “Well, there’s no doubt he’s still wearing his nappy. I could see the nice bulge and plastic pants down the leg of his shorts.” “Jim must have changed him.” “I have to admit... he certainly does look cute and the surliness you mentioned only a few weeks ago seems to have disappeared.” “I know. Perhaps you should get your two wearing nappies it might do wonders for your stress levels.” “God if only! I’m not sure how I’d get a fifteen and thirteen year-old back into them... any suggestions?” “Just make it so they don’t have a choice.” (Laughter) ****** ##### ##### ##### ******

Just wanted to say I totally respect your decision here, writing stories takes a lot out of you and it's easy to get burn out, I've found that taking a break and working on other projects helps keep your mind fresh with the stories you write. You go take a break from this story for however long you need to and when you're ready to come back I'll excitedly read the next chapter. Also really excited about that potential story revival you're talking about, that should be fun, can't wait until I can see what you guys have cooked up.

Chapter 20: Eva felt like time had stopped as she felt herself being picked up once again and being placed back into the playpen. She couldn't help but feel like a weight or something had dropped off her shoulders, but also felt incredibly turned on and wondered why Chauncey had done that. She looked up from the playpen seeing the door beginning to open like any other morning watching as the three mothers entered her classroom smiling saying in unison, "good morning" Chauncey smiled at the mothers and walked over to the playpen removing Eva from inside placing her on her hip. Eva smiled watching the mothers removing there children as each one of them walked over placing them into the playpen then giving her diaper a pat and telling her how adorable she looked. Ms. Jensen smiled seeing the print "newborn" on the dress saying, "awww sweety are you big enough to be in the infant ward yet?" Eva blushed hard staring at the mother who smiled at her saying, "Eva you looked so adorable like this I can't help wonder if your enjoying this." Eva smiled watching as Ms. Jensen and Ms. Martin walked out of the room leaving Mary Parker unbuckling her child and playing little McKenzie inside the playpen. She noticed Mary staring at her seeing the way she was dressed. Mary smiled saying, "oh baby, If you dress any younger its going to be hard to tell whether your a student or not" Mary looked up towards Chauncey seeing she was giving her a look no parent ever wants to see a Teacher give them and stared back at Eva who was still smiling as she grabbed her stroller and pushed it out the door. After class had started it seemed like the day had gone by so quickly Eva was playing with blocks inside the playpen as Chauncey started to get bottles and baby food out of the fridge to get ready for lunch. Eva stared up at Chauncey suckling on the pacifier between her lips noticing she was stacking the baby food on each high chair then walking back to her and started grabbing the babies. She felt herself being picked up watching as Chauncey placed her in the last high chair. Chauncey smiled placing the high chair table in place saying, "I will feed you in a minute baby" Eva blushed watching as Chauncey quickly had each teen baby fed and placed down in there cribs with a bottle between there lips. She noticed Chauncey walking over to the fridge and supply closet grabbing an extra jar and bottle along with 2 spoons and bibs. Chauncey walked over to her friend and wrapped the bib around her head and opened the mushy food and started to feed her. Eva took the first bite of the food and swallowed it down bite by bite. She finished the food quickly and then watched as Chauncey pulled the table out releasing her from the high chair and placing her on her feet wondering what she was doing. Chauncey hopped into the high chair herself and locked the table in place. Eva giggled asking, "what are you doing?" Chauncey smiled saying, "well I thought I would see what it was like" Eva smiled trying to keep her balance with the thick diaper between her legs and walked up her step stool until she was face to face with her friend. Chauncey grabbed the bib off the table and wrapped it around her head saying, "baby hunggie" Eva giggled opening the jar or baby food and placing the spoon inside and then placing the first bite inside Chauncey mouth almost watching her vomit. Eva chuckled saying, "whats wrong?" Chauncey felt like she was going to be sick saying, "how do you eat that stuff?" Eva laughed saying, "I guess being I like this stuff its easier for me" Chauncey smiled saying, "I think that is enough baby food for me today" Eva unlatched the table watching as Chauncey hopped out of the large high chair and picked the baby up walking them both over to the empty crib. Chauncey placed Eva inside and handed her both bottles as she crawled in herself. She picked up the bottle offering it to Eva's lips and then grabbed the other one and started suckling it herself. Eva smiled seeing how accepting Chauncey was to all this and wrapped her arm around her as they both finished there bottles and fell fast asleep. Chauncey looked up to see the mothers walking into the classroom watching them each take there children from there cribs and placing them into the strollers and waving good bye. She walked over to Eva's crib seeing her friend suckling on her thumb between her lips and pulled up her dress to see her diaper a dark shade of yellow knowing she was in need of a change. She pulled crib rail down and carried her friend over to the changing table opening her bag up and grabbing a t shirt and one of the large diapers out from inside. She quickly had her friend laying nude on top of the table and dressed in the t shirt and clean diaper surprised she hadn't woken at all. She threw the used diaper away and walked over to the corner of the room placing Eva down inside the stroller. She pushed the stroller out of the classroom locking the door behind her and making her way towards the parking lot. She had finally made it to her car and looked inside to still see Eva knocked out and placed her in the car seat thinking she may wake up time she got her home. She pulled into her driveway unbuckling the sleeping baby and walking her to the front door giving it a knock. She waited for a second and watched as the door opened to see the woman from earlier. Elle smiled with excitement seeing her baby girl sleeping on the girls hip as Ella took Eva from Chauncey. She smiled motioning for her to come in and followed behind her looking over her friends house seeing a large playpen and baby walker in the living room. She followed her until they reached a room that had a large bassinet and smiled watching Ella place the baby inside. Ella turned around at Chauncey motioning for her to follow her as she did into the kitchen. Ella smiled saying, "you know the way looked shocked this morning makes me think you mean a lot to that little girl back there." Chauncey nodded her head saying, "she is my world and I won't let anything bad happen to her." Ella smiled saying, "I accept that and I think I know the perfect way for both of us to help her get what she truly wants." 3 months later.....

Here is part two https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/kimberly-resnick-anderson/sex-savvy/e/60119825?autoplay=true

34.) Tyler played my tapes for naptime. I didn't even remember what songs they were anymore. At first it was Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Then it was Rock a By Baby, but I never knew what came after the diamond ring. Now it was just music and quiet background noise and I was asleep before any lyrics could start. How many days had it been? How long ago did I get back? "Don't fuss too much now, hunnybunny, just getting you changed — you made ickies in your sleep." Wets and Ickies were terminology that Tyler brought to the table, and like many things of her contribution, she generally had a good sense of what worked well and enhanced the regiments already in place; it was one of the reasons that Yuko trusted her so much. Natsuko looked up at her, rubbing her eyes, and Tyler simply smiled and went to work. This was a first. Nap-time wetting was a standard, but this was a sign of complete surrender of control. I fell into routine so easily now. I got up, I went out to the sofa, and I watched TV with a sippy cup. Sippy cup? When had that started? I think I spilled something a couple days ago. I sucked on the end of it and let Dora the Explorer play on DVD. When it was over, I got to finger paint before lunch. Chicken tenders and mashed potatoes. Then my nap. Rinse repeat. It was only 3pm, and my sippy cup was empty in my lap. The map was singing on the TV. It was rare that I got to spend time at home with my sister, but that afternoon I was afforded the opportunity. I sat on the sofa next to her, kissing her cheek. It was time for new lingo. "Hey little sis," I picked the sippy up out of her lap and set it on the coffee table, then put my arm around her with a smile. "You look very cute today, did you pick this dress out all on your own?" "Uh huh, but Tyler picked out the socks." They had little kittens on them. The idea of "little sis" didn't even strike me as weird. It didn't even cross my mind, honestly. Like someone saying my name. I remember being called it in my dreams, so why shouldn't I be called it in real life? It was strange for Yuko to be home from work so early. "Was work okay?" "It was fine, silly grown up stuff." She was pre-occupied with her socks now, having mentioned them, and played cutely with her feet in her lap while I spoke with her. "What are you watching on TV?" I had a few things to cover with her — the new programming in her nap tapes needed to be tested, and I needed to measure her affections for Tyler, her reactions to Lina visiting on Friday, and touch at least on father’s health. I was to make her feel incapable of taking care of things, I'd decided, like she was letting father down. Then she'd be the one begging me to take care of the company. "Uh, Dora was on, but it's over now..." I usually finger painted now. Such a simple routine. If we ever needed to go out, it would take the place of finger painting, but we hadn't been out in a long time. I had recently taken to biting on my fingers or on the ends of my blanket instead of my lip when I got nervous, but this wasn't one of those times. "Don't chew your lip, little sis, try this." I reached into my bag and handed her the jelly teething ring intended for very young children — she'd been conditioned to chew on things as a sign of her nervousness and also conditioned to believe that chewing on things actually helped. She looked at the brightly colored object in my hand and I gave her a direct instruction. "Try it out, go on." I put it between my lips and bit down on it. I would never think to use an item like this, because I wasn't a baby, but it was so perfect. It helped so much more than biting my lip did, and it didn't hurt at all. I smiled to myself and curled up into my sister's shoulder. This was all so normal now... "Tyler is going to take some more photos of you for her scrap book today, isn't she?" The photo collection was my contingency — if she wouldn't sign over the business though her own begging, or my directions, I'd destroy her to father and he'd give it to me anyway. I reminded myself, again, that this was for her own good. "Does she have something cute picked out for you to wear already? I'd love to see you in those purple short-alls." "They're kinda kiddish, don't you think...?" "What? Nooo. They're so cute." “Yeah..?" "Uh huh." "I could wear those, I guess…” I smiled up at my sister and went back to biting the teething ring. We did photo shoots sometimes, when Tyler thought I looked particularly... what did she say? Radiant. I liked it. It made me feel special. "Speaking of looking cute..." I toyed with my sister’s hair playfully while she gnawed on the teether. "Lina called me today, very apologetic over how she acted last time she was here. And she wants to know if you'll give her another chance to come see you. She promises not to be mean at all this time." She tensed up at the mention of Lina’s name, and I made sure not to react to that. "I told her that I would ask you, and thought perhaps if you'd like to have her over, we could buy you a new outfit just for the occasion." "I..." I didn't know if I wanted Lina to see me like this. I looked down at the teething ring, at the little dress I was wearing, and the thought of the diaper beneath it. I never thought about this stuff anymore, but when I thought about Lina... I couldn't help it. I was acting like a toddler. And before I could tell my sister off about it, before I could tell her I wanted to leave and go live on my own, I felt tears on my cheeks. I was crying...? Perfect. One factor of her continued training via the tapes was to take away her inability to want to leave — any thoughts along that line, thoughts of independence, of leaving, of turning her back on all of this, it all ended in tears. Tears and a very simple emotion: frightened. She was crying and she needed to be held, and I did what a good big sister should and I held her and I made sure it was tight and comforting. All things going well, by the time she stopped crying she wouldn't even remember why she was upset. It was ideal. "You okay?" Yuko asked, wiping the last of my tears away. I nodded my head, forcing a smile. Why was I even crying? I didn't even remember. "If you don't want her to come over," Yuko started, and I remembered. Lina. She wanted to visit. I bit at my lip until my sister put the little toy back in my mouth. I bit on that instead. If she was really gonna try to be nice... "Okay," I muttered... And she would be nice, too — she would be nice and she'd be forced to treat Natsuko as a baby while she were here if she wanted to even have a hint of a chance of my pleasing her. Not that I would, but she needed the illusion. I noticed that my sister needed changing, too, though she'd made no indication of it in the entire time I'd been sitting with her; the procedure they'd done in Mexico was remarkable, yes, but so too was Natsuko's progress into her regression. She'd simply... given up on that aspect of being an adult. I didn't follow the days anymore. I thought maybe Lina was coming for dinner the next day. Was that Friday? But she wasn't here. And after that, I kind of forgot about it. Until Tyler mentioned something when I woke up from my nap. "Let's get you in something cute for Lina, alright?" "Lina...?" "She's coming for dinner tonight." "Oh." I guess it was Friday... Lina had strict instructions — the first was to dress cutely. Super cute. The second was to bring a toy for Natsuko, and furthermore, to not dare undermine things with the girl. I intended to make her pick her lust for me over her concern for her best friend. Turns out, Lina wasn't above putting her lust first. "I got you a new dress, little sis, for tonight. Tyler already put it away in your closet, so how about you go in there with her and she'll get you ready." "Come on, hunnybunny." "I don't wanna wear this..." The nervousness I felt toward Lina visiting was so much worse when it came to the dress that had been picked out. I expected something frilly, almost lolita. But it wasn't. It was just a little jumper with a bunny on the front pocket. A t-shirt underneath. And it wasn't anything close to something even a kid would wear. It reminded me of before, when I thought it was on purpose. When I thought they were treating me like a baby... "Well, hunnybunny, I know you like your frills, but your big sister thought you might be comfortable in something more down to earth and simple. And I figured I could put your hair in the spiral hairties with the little baubles on them, remember? Would you prefer to wear something else?" That was the big difference between Tyler and Yuko — Tyler played the game, Tyler manipulated through good old fashioned hard work and clever words. And she had such a trusting smile. "...it's childish..." "It is." Tyler didn't lie to me. I liked that about her. It meant I could trust her, even with stuff I didn't like. "Then I don't wanna wear it!" "It would make me happy, though... seeing you dress so cute." My heart started to race and my cheeks took on a bit of color. I opened my mouth to argue, but I couldn't think clearly. She liked it...? There were a few things that Tyler had come to learn out of all this so far — the first was that Yuko was not as altruistic about all this and she made out to be and might just have been a little bit sadistic. And the second was that Natsuko had developed something of a crush on her. Not really adult and romantic, not so far as Tyler could tell, but something altogether more idealistic, like a child experiencing feelings that they couldn't really understand. And Tyler wasn't so altruistic, either. She used what she had available to her, and she wrapped her arms around the girl’s shoulders and pulled her in a little bit closely. "It's so cute, hunnybunny, and has a little brown bunny on the pocket, see?" “Yeah, that is cute..." I wasn't wearing anything - just my diaper. This wasn't uncommon when I'd take naps or just after. She put her hands on my cheeks and kissed my forehead. I felt warm all over. A little dizzy... "I... um... okay... I'll try it on..." I'd wear it because she wanted me to. And I bet it would be kinda cute, too! "If you don't like it, I won't make you wear it." But she would like it, because Tyler liked it. Honestly, she knew how much of her own involvement had been crucial in all of this, and that Natsuko would have been at home and writing Yuko out of the whole company without her. Honestly, neither of them deserved the company, really — they were as bad as each other. "You're going to be just so cute." She pulled the jumper dress over my head. It came down just past my diaper, frilling out at the bottom off the padding along my waist. I looked like an oversized toddler, but she was so happy. She smiled so widely, and my cheeks were a dim pink. "It's very pretty," I told her. Like Tyler needed the reassurance. She grinned happily and fussed over the dress, getting it to sit just right and fastening snaps in place before adjusting again. It wasn't like something lolita, wasn't something that could be passed off as adult. No, this was a child’s outfit. And it was perfect. "I've never seen you look so cute, hunnybunny. Stand in front of the mirror here and I'll put the spiral hair-ties in your hair, okay? And you can tell me what your favorite part about your new dress is." She took me into the bathroom to get my hair in order. I had a mirror in my bedroom, so I wasn't really sure why we were going into the bathroom. But then she showed her hand. A pair of scissors. I'd been here over two weeks, but my hair was still so much longer than Yuko's. And hair had always been a symbol of status in my family. No way I was cutting it. No, no, no! "Nuh uh! No, no, no!" Tyler hadn't cleared this with Yuko, but she'd approve in retrospect — this would only help things in the long run. "Just a few inches, hunnybunny, about my length? It would make me so happy, I know you don't really trust people with your hair and we're best friends, right? It would make me feel special, and I think it will make you feel special, too." Tyler's hair was still longer than Yuko's. Not by much, though. But mine was all the way down to my ass. It was something I was so proud of. Something beyond clothes and bathroom habits. And I wouldn't let anybody take it away. I wouldn't! "Nuh uh! It's mine. No, no, no!" "How about if you let me trim it a little, we can get that dress you've really wanted — the pink and black one?" It was lolita style, something more adult than Yuko usually would have allowed. Somewhere along the line, though, Natsuko had gotten it in her head that she loved clothes like that, and maybe it was a way to rationalize her diaper use, but she'd been so-far rebuffed. "And we'll do a photo shoot, too, when you're looking very radiant?" There was one other thing, though. "And, I don't mean to mention it, hunnybunny, but think about how hard it would be for those men to recognize you if you had shorter hair? You'd be so much safer." ...the last bit. I froze. I looked up at my caretaker with a nervous expression. I was faltering. I didn't care about clothes. I cared about my hair. But what if they found me? But they wouldn't. And if they did, a hair cut wouldn't matter. So I said, albeit less sure, "N-no... I... I'm not cutting it... no way..." "Remember how we talked about Disneyland?" Somewhere that, as a Fujin, Natsuko could basically go whenever she planned and have the most amazing holiday of it. Somewhere she'd never been, and now with her constant diet of children's television and movies, somewhere she was borderline obsessed with. And somewhere that Tyler and Yuko had made sure to remind her would be a prime place for kidnappers to find her again. "With shorter hair, and a new style like the one you have now, we could even look at going. Just you and me, hunnybunny, and a really nice hotel room?" "No! No, I'm not! I'm not, I'm not!" I was angry. Or rather, I was upset. I was upset because I wanted everything to be okay, but it was my hair! It was mine, and I wasn't going to get rid of it! I wasn't! And my frustration was turning to tears on my cheeks, which Tyler was starting to brush away. Maybe it was too much, maybe it wasn't something that could be breached — Yuko could be right, and that was possible. But Tyler really wanted to make a meaningful contribution, so she smiled and kissed the girls forehead. Maybe this visit with Lina would work to her advantage. "Of course, hunnybunny, we don't have to — I only thought you might want to. You know I do only what you want, princess, remember?" I nodded, and she leaned down, just the couple inches between us, and moved in close to me. I looked up at her, blinking, the tears starting to stop on their own. Her nose was almost touching mine, her hand on my cheek, brushing away tears. And my cheeks turned pink. She was so close to me... "I... um..." "What is it, princess?" Bringing Lina over was going to be a mistake, obviously — Tyler knew that it would, because Lina was too much of a wildcard and Yuko was getting too ahead of herself. But at the same time, where some saw a crisis, Tyler saw it as an opportunity. Lina will never accept you, hunnybunny, she expects you to be the way you were and not the way you are. You need a fresh start. Tyler smiled. "N-nothing," I stuttered, looking down at my feet. Her fingers tilted my chin back up at her. So close to her. I smelled her perfume, something like strawberries, but with a bit of citrus. I tried to talk again but words didn't come out right. Gosh, weren't we in a hurry or something? And it felt like time was racing around our stationary moment. "Well if you remember later on, you can tell me, hunnybunny." She really was darling — shy the way a true child was. Shy the way her new self ought to be. There was definitely something to it, something to what Yuko was doing to her sister, but Tyler still thought both of them were pretty woeful people by now. If anything, she felt most highly about Natsuko in her new state than she did for either of them in their natural ones. "Okay..." She worked my long hair into high pigtails and I looked in the mirror. Even with the pigtails and the dress, the long hair made me look so much more grown up than Yuko's short hair ever would. One little facet of myself I'd always hold onto, something that would never get taken away. No matter what. "Pretty as a picture and cute as a button." Tyler smiled proudly at the girl, pleased with her work, and opened the mirror to get her little makeup bag out from behind it. "If I put a little glitter on your cheekbones, you promise not to tell Yuko? You know how she feels about you wearing makeup, but I want you to feel your prettiest." So Tyler finished dressing me up, glitter and all. And she did an amazing job. Even though I looked totally done up, and so much like a kid, I still looked so cool. I never got this dressed up before I lived with Yuko - I didn't have the time or the reason. The most I ever did was wear a dress shirt to the school when I had to teach. And now things were so different. ------------------------- Like, Comment, and check us out on Patreon!

Weird, I bought some today from my local branch. Unless they're phasing it out. You can still buy the Swisse (I think) brand but it's $15 a bottle versus $10 Edit: I've only been able to buy the Healthy care brand at one of the CW's in Gladdy, the one I don't go to often never has it. It may be something my branch gets for whatever reason..... Probably just because some weird dude keeps buying it so his pants don't smell lol XD

The domestic housebot looked as annoyed as a machine could be. It scooped up its adult charge and laid her on the floor, hoping that the "baby" was done "wetting". As the mechanical nanny readied the diapering supplies, Kasey laid there in the afterglow of one of the best organisms she had ever experienced. The fear of being caught and punished like this was just one of the many ingredients which had culminated in her exploding all over the couch. In the back of her mind, she wished she could of done this sooner and without the risk of losing her job. Then again, it was that grim reality that really added that extra bit of spice to the whole thing. Without a real world consequence, it was just another game of hide and seek. Like an unwanted call from a telemarketer in a foreign land, a voice broke through her kinky thoughts, telling her to get up and run! But the young woman was too tired to do anything except lay there. She was so spent physically from being spanked and then cumming all over the couch, she had no energy left to escape. Not that she really wanted to at this point. She was promised a diaper and she was going to get it! Kasey laid back and watched as her mechanical caretaker pulled a thick disposable diaper from her chest compartment. That was ultimately Kasey's idea. When she first learned of the humanoid robot's capabilities, she had programmed the housebot to use it's built in 3D printing unit to produce thick diapers. In hindsight, had she pitched that idea to her corporate bosses, she probably would've gotten a raise, but now the only raise she would be getting was her butt being lifted up off of the floor. "Hold still, baby Kasey." The pale redhead obliged, letting her nanny lift up her shapely legs in it's oddly comforting grip. She felt a warmth emanate from the hands and was grateful that she had been smart enough to program the housebot to use it's built in warming feature on her when tending to her diapers. It made things so much more realistic and soothing. The warmed wet wipe met her glistening womanhood, sending a tingle up her spine. Oh, how Kasey loved this! It was wonderful. It was divine. It was worth any consequence! With each wipe and swipe, Kasey found herself excreting more of her feminine juices. It was a vicious cycle that kept her mechanical caretaker coming nack to "clean up" her wetness. It was humorous, in its own way, that the domestic service unit was servicing Kasey in a way that it's creators had never envisioned. The housebot itself was completely ignorant to the fact that it was basically creating the new "wetness" everytime it went back to clean things up. "You're a very wet little baby today." The robot remarked. This statement only served to excite Kasey even more as the mechanical babysitter exerted even more pressure and attention to her pussy. Kasey laid back, with her elbows stiff for support, and pushed her shimmering slit into the firm robotic hand. "Yes!" Kasey moaned, grinding herself into the wet wipe that was unintentionally rubbing her. "Hold still, Kasey." There was no way that Kasey was doing that! She pushed her hips repeatedly, gyrating herself into the hand, matching it's movements. The young woman knew that she only had so much time before the cleaning loop would cease. It was a fairly small window of time; Roughly two minutes. The programmers had created an "interruption" protocol, if you will, that would cause the machine to break free from any loop it found itself in. So, with that in mind, it became a race to get off before the robot was forced to stop cleaning her. "Oh, nanny!" Kasey shouted as she was nearing a powerful climax. "Make me your baby!" So determined to clean its "baby", the nanny bot ignored her lewd charge and kept wiping the almost never ending "accident". After only a minute, Kasey felt her entire body quiver as her breathing grew even more labored and shallow. Her pussy was positively pulsating with pleasure. This was it! This was going to be the greatest orgasm she ever had! "Yes!" Kasey cred out as she literally sprayed her robotic nanny's chassis and arm. "You dirty girl!" The housebot stated in an upset tone. "Now I have to clean myself up on top of cleaning that mess you made on your mommy's couch. Kasey didn't care. The nanny had given her two incredible orgasms for the price of one. She simply laid there and let the nanny get back to work. Her breathing was returning to normal as she felt her womanhood get cleaned. Next her cooch and bottom become engulfed in a plume of baby powder. The rest of the change was a bit of a blur, but the sensation of her groin and butt being tightly taped into a thick diaper pulled her from her sexual haze. 'Okay. I got what I needed. Now I got to figure out how to get us out of here.' "Nanny is going to have to put you down for a digital playdate while I clean things up." This announcement startled Kasey. There was nothing inherently wrong about going into the Simulation, she personally loved being cared for by a giant digital mommy, but if she was off in the digital world, how could she get herself and the boys out of the house? Kasey didn't have long to ponder this thought as she felt the nanny lift her up and put the VR goggles on to her head. Her vision obscured, she didn't know who she was being laid down next to, definitely one of the boys, but that didn't matter. The Next thing she knew, her vision went from blacked out to pixelated. To Be Continued... https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213 I seriously can't believe that it's two Thousand Twenty... Lots of drama going on in my life thanks to the Corona Virus and the martial law lite going on here in California. If you want to help me and my family eat (since there's no jobs/we aren't "essential" and Patreon is literally my only money) you can do so for just a three dollar pledge. For literally ten cents a day you can read part 11 of this story as well as more stories like this on my Patreon!

This is a great,comforting and informative listen..thanx for making it" Kimberly"..and "carsfan" for posting it

Having a good mess in my diaper and just going for a long drive is one of my favorite pass times. just enjoy it while its nice and solid squishing into all the nooks and crannies. Then stop at a gas station and gas up and let someone do the double take and smell you. I remember at one gas station there was a man about 30 yrs old and i could see he had a very visible erection when he seen the diaper under my skirt as I bent over to make like i was cleaning my seat.. I felt his eyes burning my butt as I bent over.. The thrill is still there 40 yrs later.

I feel the same way iluvmydiapers feels,, I wish sometimes i could poop out a ten pound loaf. I have held it in for a few days to achieve a huge and very heavy load and it just made me orgasm as it pushed its way out of my butt. Hey but who doesn't enjoy a good orgasm in a diaper. So I say there is really no limit to pooping. I have pooped in good diapers where the poop made its way up my back and front and out the legs into my tight jeans, and what a feeling it is to be out shopping and there is poop running down the back of my legs, and its solid not runny. What can I say this old lady likes making a mess.. hugs and enjoy pooping.

Chapter 8 “You’re sure you don’t want me to take you? I know it’s going to be a rough day.” Daniel said, eyeing me with his laptop satchel over his shoulder. He stood at the door for a moment, contemplating quietly as his brown eyes studied me. “Positive. Really, I’ll be fine.” I gave him a weak, plastic smile with my teeth. Little did Daniel know, I wasn't going to work today. He blinked, shaking his head, “Okay, but if you need anyone to talk to don’t hesitate to call me, got it?” I nodded, “Loud and clear, thanks.” I said, nodding as I ate my eggs and toast he had cooked for me before leaving. Daniel nodded, seeing I was eating voluntarily for once, “Have a good day at work, Blake.” As the door closed and I heard his truck pull away, I tossed my breakfast in the trash. There were a three things I had come to the realization of in a few days and over the course of my sleepless night before: 1. Daniel was a good person, one of the best people I’ve ever met. 2. I am an awful human being that does not deserve him. 3. I need to remove myself from him and distance myself to save his life, the same way he saved mine. I ran upstairs, grabbing my backpack and satchel, throwing in all my necessities. I went under my bed and grabbed my pills, god knows I needed it. Before I left, I grabbed a piece of paper and notebook, writing a note to Daniel. I felt like a child writing a runaway note, but I guess it was the equivalence. Daniel, I’m sorry but you deserve better. A life without me in it. Thank you for all that you’ve done for me. My eyes were watery as I wrote, shaking my head at how horrible of a person I was. I dropped the pen on the counter, wiping my eyes as I slung my backpack over my shoulder and took Daniel’s key off of my keyring, placing it on the note. I left the house, getting in my piece-of-crap car and pulling out of the beautiful home. I drove out of the gaited neighborhood, wishing it a final good-bye. I wiped a tear away, driving and looking to my backpack, “Fuck it.” I said, digging my hand into the pill bag and picking unidentifiable pills up, placing three in my mouth and swallowing them back with water. “I’m disgusting.” I said, looking in the rearview mirror to myself staring back. I wiped a tear away, shaking my head at what I just did. I began merging onto the expressway, wondering where I was going, what was I even doing? Did I want to die? Was I trying to kill myself? I might as well for how low I’ve gone to go back to pill popping, but there was something inside me that made it feel wrong. I felt guilty about it, about who I would hurt in the process. What about Daniel? I didnn’t know him extensively, but I knew he would be affected if I died. Not like my family would give a flying fuck… but Daniel. It’d hurt him. “Fuck, what am I doing?” I said, deciding to pull to the side as I switched lanes to the left, hearing a squealing noise to my tire. “What in the fuck-“ I heard a ‘pop’ my foot abruptly hitting the break to slow down whatever was happening. Everything slowed, and, no, it was not the pills I took as much as I wish it had been in that moment. My car took a 90 degree spin as a truck veered out of my way, but the SUV behind it did not in time, sidelining my Honda Civic in the driver’s seat. The air bags inflated as I closed my eyes, fear and adrenaline shooting through my body as glass ricocheted through my skin, through the air bags. As it all hit, hard, something had switched inside me: I did not want to die. I did not want to leave life behind like this. I had so much in life I wanted. So many things I hadn’t done. I wanted to fix my broken relationships with my family, find love in myself, find love in someone else and, most importantly, fix hurting Daniel. I simply couldn’t do that dead. I couldn’t. I heard loud screeching, felt sharp pains in my left arm and side. Then, nothing. I blacked out, floating in the abyss between life and death.

Chapter 94 There is all the difference in the world between a hotdog that’s been boiled and one that’s been grilled. It was Jamie’s great pleasure when he worked as a camp counselor during college to sneak a few hotdogs from the kitchen to the grill on parents’ day, spotting the foreign cook a hotdog so he could understand the difference, too, and take that great piece of cultural knowledge home with him when camp was over. The hotdog didn’t exist in Itali, but plenty of other sausages did, all better on a grill, which Amanda manned while Becky, Jamie, and Ella enjoyed the sun at the patio table on the last day before Becky had to return to work. The food was playing the dual role of nourishment and topic of conversation to avoid the prickly question of what kind of summer it had been. ‘All’s well that ends well’ has more resignation than resonance, almost a fatalism. Things had worked out for now: that seemed the highest praise they could give in good faith. Even Jamie, who loved summer more than any of them, was looking forward to daycare and the return to a more predictable routine in two week’ time. Having two homes would make it different than just a few months prior, but the sense that they’d been making up so much of their days as they went along would fade as it all blended back into the structure of school. Both Jamie and Ella were glad they would be spending more time together. With all the upheaval, they didn’t get as many days with one another as they otherwise would have, and the prospect of every weekday together was a welcome change. Even daycare itself was a welcome change for Jamie, though he knew that wouldn’t last beyond the first week, as he’d grown tired of their summer standby, the pool. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, just that he needed more variety. The school year rather than the calendar year drove their lives, so they each made their own quiet resolutions. Becky, to assign less homework. Amanda, to be a more diligent student. Jamie, to participate more in activities at daycare. Except Ella, for whom the school year didn’t mean as much and the calendar year less. She had no resolutions. She just looked forward to her partner being with her every day. They enjoyed their lunch together, and Stacy collected Ella at the usual time. Amanda hung around for another hour and left, promising to be back early enough to start Jamie’s day and let Becky get her early start. After a light dinner, Becky gave Jamie a second bath just because they both wanted to and then carried him upstairs where his bear was waiting patiently to start his night shift as pillow and protector. “You’re handsome all the time, baby, but maybe a little more handsome with your hair combed,” Becky said as she teased his damp hair on her bed. “We could get my hair cut as short as my bear’s, and then we wouldn’t have to comb it,” he countered. “And lose these blonde locks? No way, buster.” He always smelled so sweet after a bath. Something about littles, Becky knew, because the same soap and shampoo didn’t make her smell that way. Amanda had tried to, and her hair never came out as silky as his did. “I’m sorry you have to go back to work.” Like all teachers from time immemorial, Becky loved the start of summer unconditionally, but she both loved and hated the end of summer. She was ready to go back even as she was ready to sleep late and head to the pool rather than work, or anywhere other than work. “It’s okay. It’s time. Summer wouldn’t be special if it didn’t end.” “Sorry it wasn’t a better summer,” he said. “You don’t think so,” she asked. “I had my appendix out, Ella’s world, and mine, I guess, got totally turned upside down, and Manda moved out. Not exactly what I had in mind in the spring. O, and Mel’s not around as much.” She kissed his hair. “I know, but things worked out okay, didn’t they? Ella’s still here and happy she got to see her family. The three of us are adjusting pretty well to you having two homes. Mel is doing well, and you still get to see her. And you weren’t using that appendix thing anyway.” “I know. Still, I could’ve done without all that. You, too, I’m sure ... I’m still ...” He shook his head and trailed off. Becky put her arms around him and tipped herself backwards, taking him with her and grabbing his ankles. “Im’a start tickling these feet if you don’t tell me,” she warned. She found she enjoyed roughhousing with him more than she thought she would, and she was glad to do it more often now that Amanda wasn’t around all the time to do it. Even more, she liked that he was sharing with her more. She felt guilty about that pleasure sometimes as often what he shared were feelings about the complications that had come into his life with all the changes of the summer. “Everyone’s always threatening to tickle me,” he whined. He didn’t mind, much. He could understand how irresistible his peals of laughter and squirming could be, and he liked their hands as much as they liked his body. It was the counterpart to their sometimes stated desire to gobble him up. Becky landed three heavy thumps on his thick nighttime diaper and cover, letting his ankles down. It was one of the first things he noticed in Itali, how often someone patted his diapered butt, and he connected it immediately to the way humans do the same thing with their children, and he didn’t know what made it so viscerally satisfying for both of them. “Wanna just tell me anyway,” she asked. “I’m just still getting used to the two homes thing,” he confessed. “I know it’s only been a few weeks. It’s just ... It doesn’t feel like going home yet, when I go over there.” Becky held her breath and closed her eyes for a moment. “Do you think it will be, eventually?” “I hope so.” “It is your home, too. We don’t just say that.” “I know. I guess we just need more time.” Becky hesitated. She’d made herself a promise that she wouldn’t do this, but perhaps it would make him feel better. “I’m not used to it yet, either. It’s a big house when no one else is home, but it’s only been a few weeks, and it’s summer still. We’ll all be back in school soon, and then I don’t think it will stand out as much.” “I don’t think so, either.” “And mom’s aren’t supposed to ever say this, Jamie, but I will if you promise not to tell Manda: this was a mediocre summer overall.” “Glad I’m not the only one who feels that way.” “Weren’t you and Manda going to take a trip together?” “Yeah, but it kinda fell off the radar for both of us.” “Maybe you can go in the autumn. That’s an even better time to be outside.” “I do like autumn.” “What’s your favorite part?” “Sleeping with the window open ... And sweaters.” “Really? I can’t keep a shirt on you during the summer.” “It’s a comfort thing. I’m pretty ambivalent about pants this time of year, too.” “I noticed,” she laughed. “What time will you be home tomorrow?” “The usual time. You wanna go do something when I get home?” “If you’re not too tired,” he said, “yeah. Anything.” “Speaking of, it’s close to bedtime.” He rolled over so she could cradle him while he nursed himself to sleep.

One year, 1,600 pages, 2,020 likes, and a very happy family. ——————————— Chapter 93 “Who’s a good bear? Is it you? Is you a good bear? Yes, you is. Such a good bear. The very best bear ever.” Becky paused, and quietly waved to Amanda, putting a finger to her lips and pointing into Jamie’s nursery. “Such a soft bear, too ... You give good hugs.” Amanda bit her lip and shook her head, wishing she could take a video. It made sense. She just didn’t know Jamie talked to his bear that way. The same way they sometimes talked to him. That’s the first pretend play children do, imitating their parents. She could understand how Jamie would take on the same mantle, thinking of his bear the way she and Becky thought of theirs, anthropomorphizing his little buddy. Amanda was willing to admit she talked to her stuffies growing up and occasionally talked to the bear Jamie had given her when she was alone. Becky, smiling ear to ear, waited until Jamie was done playing and laid his head back down in the crook of the bear’s arm. He’d been down for a nap for a while without sleeping, so he tired to just rest. He was rubbing the bear’s belly, enjoying its soft fur. “Baby bear,” Becky sang quietly to get his attention. “Hi, Mom.” “How’d my bear sleep?” “I didn’t, really.” “O, no? How’d your bear sleep?” “He always sleeps soundly,” Jamie giggled, not knowing she’d seen him talking to his bear. “Well, somebody needs their diaper changed.” Becky walked to the edge of the crib and reached in, dodging Jamie’s arms and picking up his bear instead. He was confused and didn’t know what to say. Becky laid the bear on Jamie’s changing table and reached under it for the newborn diapers stuffed into the bottom shelf, acting as though nothing were out of the ordinary. Humming to herself, she opened the diaper the bear was wearing and stopped, furrowing her brow. “Something is different ... O no! I got the wrong bear!” “Hehehehe,” Jamie giggled. “Sorry, Jamie. The two of you look so much alike these days.” “It’s okay.” “You mind if I finishing changing his diaper first?” “Nope. He’s been in that one for too long.” Becky made a production out of it, tickling the bear’s tummy and dusting its diaper area with powder before she replaced the old diaper with the new one. “All clean,” Becky said. “You’re being awfully silly today,” Jamie said. No more than Jamie, though, a thought Becky kept to herself. “Now for the other bear,” Becky said as she put the teddy in the crib and lifted Jamie out. “You is a very wet boy,” she said when she saw how saggy his diaper was. “May I please be naked for a while,” Jamie asked. Becky had no qualms about that. The only thing nearly as cute as his butt in a diaper was his butt in nothing. She wiped him down, powdered him, and took a diaper from the table to carry back to the living room. “Ready to tackle the afternoon,” she asked him. “Meh.” She put him on her hip and got only one step before Jamie asked, “Can you please get my paci?” Becky smiled, ruffled his hair, and reached into the crib, fishing around the blankets until she found it. She took the bear and handed it to Jamie. “Maybe your bear would like a pacifier, too.” “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” “Why not,” she asked as she headed to the living room. “He’s still growing. It would be bad for his teeth.” Really, he just didn’t want his bear to have a pacifier somehow attached. It would be less snuggly. He yawned a great big yawn. “O, of course,” Becky said with a chuckle. “Mom,” Manda said, pretending to be surprised. “You diapered the wrong bear! You were supposed to diaper the hairless one with the pink butt.” Becky gave Jamie’s butt three smart pats. “I like this butt.” “I’ve always been partial to it myself,” Jamie added and yawned again. “What are we supposed with a naked Jamie,” Manda asked. “We could tickle it.” “No!” “You don’t wanna be tickled,” Becky asked. “No. Maybe later.” “Well,” Becky said as she sat down on the couch and shifted him to her chest, “maybe just some gentle tickles.” She offered Jamie his paci and guided his head down. With one arm around his waist, she used her right hand to run her fingernails up and down his bare skin. Jamie cooed and shifted his body back and forth, trying to snuggle deeper. “I bet I can get you to go to sleep,” Becky said softly into his ear. He nodded and closed his eyes. “You are such a good bear,” she said. “Such a soft bear ... Mama’s good bear.” From his neck to his feet, from his right hand to his left, Becky caressed every inch of him. Manda took out her phone and silenced it before taking a picture of Jamie in their mom’s arms. She’d print that one. She texted it to Mel. “Feel good, baby,” Becky whispered after several minutes. “He’s out, I think,” Manda told her. She reached over and caressed his thigh. He did have a cute butt, and let’s face it, not all littles do. She sighed and sat back. “You want him for a while,” Becky asked. “Nah. Enjoy him.” “I always enjoy my baby bear,” Becky whispered to Jamie, “because he is the bestest bear there ever was.” She put her other arm around him, her hand wrapped around his side, and enjoyed the heavy, warm softness of her bear.

Chapter 92 Perhaps what Jamie missed most when he was staying at the apartment was the big, and private, backyard. A raised planter bed separated the patios, but beyond the edge outside their apartment, there was a long, wide strip of grass running past other apartment buildings, broken only by the sidewalk. The playground was of course open to the entire complex. There was no private place outside the edge of the patio, and that was more secluded than private. Becky and Amanda had talked first among themselves and then laid out the rules for Jamie. He could play in the grass behind their building and the two buildings on either side, but he couldn’t go anywhere else in the complex and especially not the pool. They were worried about Jamie. They were worried about a little seemingly alone and how bigs might react to that. The good intentions of strangers worried them, and the bad intentions did, too. They didn’t want Jamie being brought back by the manager, or worse, and what that might cause. They didn’t want to see Jamie hurt whether by accident or on purpose. Until they got to know the neighbors and the neighbors got to know Jamie, they decided to be cautious. He was, after all, still a little in a world made for bigs. There wasn’t much to do behind the building. There was no sandbox or swing set or anything beyond a picnic table. After reminding him once again the limits of where he could play, and after he assured her he understood, Manda stayed inside with a book while Jamie took his football and went to just walk and kick it around for the distraction on a slow day. Dribbling the ball, he made his way down to the end of the building over and back past their apartment to the end of the grass on the other side. He turned and started his way back wishing there was someone to kick the ball around with. He didn’t want to ask Manda because she seemed content with her book, and he always tried to be cognizant of the fact that it wasn’t her job to keep him entertained. Growing bored, Jamie approached the fence that marked the boundary of the complex on the back side. From their patio, he couldn’t see over it, and curious, he found a knothole and looked through. On the other side was a small wood choked with undergrowth and more than few discarded cans and bottles. Jamie figured teens likely used it as a place to get away from the prying eyes of parents, and perhaps older kids used it as a secluded place to play games and explore in the dirt. He assumed it was off limits to him, though he planned to ask Manda if the two of them could check it out, and he turned to continue his dribbling to see three and then four older kids crawling through the fence where the boards were loose at the bottom. Jamie never had much interest in older kids, or younger ones either. The younger ones could be dangerous once they grew to be bigger than him, and the older ones seemed mostly disinterested. He only encountered them at the pool, and he looked on them there the same many of them seemed to look on him: as being in the way. One of them spotted him, and she saw her wave her arm at her companions, three boys. Assuming they’d chase after him if he walked away, and Not wanting to be chased, he stood still until the reached him. “Are you lost,” the girl asked. “No. I was just playing with my ball.” “All alone?” “I’m allowed. My big said I could,” Jamie replied. Curious, he asked, “What’s back there?” “Just woods. I’m Yasmine. My friends call me Yazzy.” “Jamie.” “This is Brett, Steven, and Hao.” The boys all said hello, looking eager to find a new adventure, and they well knew that littles don’t go on adventures. “What do you guys do back there?” “We have a fort,” the one called Steven answered, “but we don’t allow littles.” Yasmine turned and gave him a dirty look. “I’m not allowed to play back there anyway.” He hadn’t specifically been told that. He just assumed the fence was a boundary. “Don’t you have any friends to play with,” Yasmine asked. “We just moved in. That’s my building,” he told her as he turned to point. “We’ll play with you.” “How old are you guys?” “Eleven,” she answered as the same boy said, “Too old to play with littles.” Jamie wasn’t sure he would have had a different reaction at that age to the prospect of playing with the toddler they saw him as, but the boy’s reaction struck him as typical of the attitude he seemed to find among a lot of older and teen boys. They just weren’t interested in littles. Girls were more likely to take an interest, though he rarely interacted with them. “Don’t be a buttface,” the boy called Hao said. “We’ll kick your ball with you,” he offered. Jamie was a little suspicious. Hao seemed sincere enough, and Yasmine seemed genuinely nice. They were still big kids, though, and Jamie was torn between his reservations about kids and wanting to make friends at his second home. “Will you play nice,” he asked. “Yeah, we’ll play nice,” Yazzy told him. Still not entirely confident but willing to take a risk, he dropped his ball and kicked it toward her gently. She passed it back. The fivesome started dribbling and passing the ball between them, starting to walk, for them, and jog, for Jamie, down the strip of grass. They were careful with the ball and didn’t play rough. The boys especially seemed amused by the small size of Jamie’s football. They dribbled it more easily than one of their own balls, and Steven and Brett seemed mostly to play with each other. Yazzy and Hao included him whenever they got the ball. They stopped in a larger grassy area and spread out to pass the ball back and forth. Jamie was enjoying himself. Brett and Steven may have been mostly ignoring him, but they weren’t being mean and he had people to play with. They were no longer behind his building, but Jamie decided Becky and Manda’s real concern was him being alone outside the boundaries, and he wasn’t alone. If they kept playing for much longer, he’d go back to the apartment and tell Manda. “Remember to share,” Yasmine reminded Steven as he passed again to Brett, and the boy shrugged and kicked the ball toward Jamie. Without meaning to, it sailed over his head, and Jamie ran to get it. Wanting to show he could play well, if not kick as hard as they could, Jamie drop kicked the ball back into the circle and chased after it. “Good kick,” Hao congratulated him. Jamie tried not to smile as he took his place in the circle again. He wanted them to think it was business as usual. Steven and Brett started to include him more, and Steven paused the ball with his foot on top and nodded at Jamie. As Jamie said, “Not too hard,” Steven hammered the ball at Jamie. It went wide of him, and he had no intention of trying to stop it. It follows a straight line into the parking lot and bounced off a car door. Jamie followed it with his eyes and turned back around to find himself alone. He rolled his eyes, not exactly blaming them for getting scared and running away. He would’ve at their age. He walked toward the parking lot and very carefully poked his head out from between two cars parked at the edge to make sure it was safe and trotted across the row to get his ball, which had come to rest against a tire. Being a responsible adult, Jamie went over to the car Steven had hit and checked to see if the door panel was dented. It wasn’t, but there was a scuff. Jamie spit on it and used the hem of his shirt to wipe it off, hoping it would rub out easily. It did, but he couldn’t reach the whole thing. About to stand on his ball, Jamie found himself in a shadow. Feeling caught, he turned ready to explain and apologize but didn’t get the chance. “Did you do that,” a woman standing over him asked. She had a hand on her hip. “A big kid I was playing with did. I’m sorry, but it’s rubbing right out.” The woman leaned over to take a closer look and straightened up. “I don’t see any kids,” she said. “It’s better to always tell the truth.” “I am telling the truth,” Jamie defended himself, a little emphatically but still calmly. “They ran away.” “So there was more than one of them?” “Yeah. There were four.” “Well, come on. Let’s go.” She held out her hand, and Jamie didn’t take it. “Where,” he asked. She didn’t seem angry, but she was three times his size. “Your apartment. Which building do you live in?” She hoped he knew. “I can go home on my own,” Jamie told her. The woman wouldn’t leave a little in a parking lot anyway, and she wanted to take him to his mom and let her deal with his naughtiness: the scuff on her car, and being in the parking lot. She was tempted to give his mom a piece of her mind for letting him wander away. “I’m gonna take you,” the woman said. “Which one is yours? And no fibbing,” she warned him. “That one,” he pointed. She took his hand. He reacted and tried to pull it away. He didn’t mean to; it was just instinct. “I’m holding your hand,” the woman said, still calm but growing impatient. She gripped his hand more tightly but not painfully. She took the ball from him and carried it in her palm. Knowing he was in trouble now, Jamie didn’t look forward to facing Amanda. He hadn’t gotten in trouble in months, and he wasn’t sure just how much trouble he was in. The woman let go of his hand, knocked on the door, and put her palm firmly on top of Jamie’s shoulder. Amanda opened the door and frowned, expecting this well-intentioned big brought him home thinking he was where he shouldn’t be. “Is this your little,” the woman asked. “Are you okay,” she asked him first. He nodded and walked through the door, turning and standing next to Amanda’s left leg. She put her hand around his shoulder. “I found him in the parking lot trying to rub a scuff out of my car door.” Jamie looked at the floor and didn’t see the look of surprise and disappointment Amanda turned on him. She hadn’t considered she needed to do anything beyond the reminder she’d given him to make sure he stayed where he was supposed to. Jamie was unregressed, after all, and didn’t need that kind of supervision. At least, he didn’t at home. “I’m Amanda,” she said. “Dorothy.” She handed the ball over. “He said the kids he was playing with did it, but I didn’t see any kids.” “Is you car okay?” “Yes.” The woman wanted to lecture Amanda about not knowing where her little was but held it in. “I’ll leave you to it.” “I’m sorry about this. Jamie, anything to say?” He’d apologized once already in a general way, as in he was sorry for the inconvenience. He wasn’t going to apologize for hitting her car because he didn’t do it, and it was an accident anyway with no harm done. “A big kid did it, and it was an accident,” he said a little plaintively. “I’m sorry it happened,” he added for the woman’s benefit. “Thanks for being him back,” Amanda said. The woman nodded and left, and Amanda shut the door behind her. Jamie had music to face. “C’mon,” Amanda said and guided him in front of her to the couch. She sat down and he stood in front of her. “What happened?” She wasn’t angry, at least not audibly, but she was more than disappointed. “I didn’t lie,” he said. “No one said you did,” she said evenly. “She did when I said I didn’t do it.” “So where did you meet this kid?” “In the yard behind our building. They were playing in the woods behind the fence.” “Did you got back there?” “No. I didn’t think I was allowed. They came through a hole in the fence.” Jamie was telling the story to the couch cushions on either side of Amanda, having a hard time looking at her. He was embarrassed to be in trouble and embarrassed to have been brought home and embarrassed to have been treated like a little kid by that woman. “And,” Amanda asked with a patient nod. “We started playing with my football,” he said and recounted the story. “I was bored and I wanted to make friends and I’m sorry. I won’t do it again,” he said when he was done. “Well, I’m not upset about the car, Jamie, but I am upset you went outside the boundaries and that you walked into the parking lot and that you wandered off with strangers. I’d didn’t even know you weren’t in the back.” “I didn’t go far,” he weakly defended himself. “That’s not the point and you know it. If you had come ask permission, I might have said yes, but you know where you’re not supposed to go and went there anyway.” “I didn’t mean to at first ... And I was gonna come back if we stayed much longer.” He knew that didn’t excuse it. It only showed that he knew what he did was wrong. His voice was getting shaky. She reached out and picked him up into a hug, giving him a kiss and a good squeeze. “Let’s take a moment to calm down, and then we can finish talking about it.” Knowing what was coming, he stayed silent as she carried him to the corner behind his playpen and set him on his feet. “Think about what you did, and we’ll finish talking when I come get you.” Jamie nodded and Amanda gave him a gentle pat on his butt to check his diaper. As much as he hated corner time, Jamie counted himself lucky. He knew enough to know that every other big of his acquaintance save Becky would’ve had his diaper down and his butt over their lap. He didn’t recall every timeout he’d ever gotten, but he was sure this was the only time he’d done something most bigs would view as an automatic spanking. The thought of it made him unconsciously reach behind himself to rub away an imaginary itch on his left butt cheek. At least he knew that would never happen. Amanda went out through the patio door, leaving it open, and sat on the chair she’d borrowed from her mom. She felt the weight of guardianship in a new way, with a serious issue to deal with and without Becky to take the lead. She considered calling her but wanted to use this opportunity to demonstrate that she was in charge at their apartment and that he had to follow the rules there just at his other home. She needed also to make him understand that the stakes were different here. Everyone here was a stranger so far; no one knew them; and it wasn’t at all like wandering over to Amy’s house without telling anyone. That he wandered off with some random kids and had walked through the parking lot alone just added to it, and both of those were big deals on their own. Giving his butt a few hard swats would’ve been satisfying were it not for want she believed about hitting littles and everything she knew about Jamie’s past. “Hi,” a girl said, interrupting Amanda’s thoughts. She looked up. “Do you have a little?” “Yes. Are you one of the kids who was playing with him?” She nodded guiltily. “Jamie didn’t hit that car. Steven did it. Can I tell Jamie I’m sorry I ran away?” Amanda took a deep breath and let it out. “Jamie is in time out right now.” “But he didn’t hit the car.” “What’s your name?” “Yasmine.” “I’m Amanda. Jamie isn’t supposed to go out of past those buildings, and he isn’t supposed to go anywhere with strangers.” “I didn’t know that. I wouldn’t have asked him to play.” “Well, Jamie knows that. It’s okay for you to ask him to play, but he should’ve come and asked me if he could.” “I’m sorry.” “I’m glad you came and found me. It’s okay for you to play with him, but you need to remember he is a little. You can’t wander away with littles.” “I ...” She didn’t know he had boundaries, but she did understand now that boundaries or not, she did wander away with him. “It’s my fault he got in trouble.” It was a little bit, but it was really Jamie’s own bad decisions. This girl’s bad choices were easier to excuse than Jamie’s. Amanda expected him to show better judgment than this girl. “Jamie knows the rules. He didn’t have to go with you.” The girl nodded solemnly. “Can I tell him I’m sorry when he’s out of timeout?” “How about me and him come to your house later and meet your mom?” Yasmine was certain she’d get in trouble if her mom found out what she’d done. “Mom’ll get mad if you tell her.” That wasn’t something she’d say to someone her mother’s age, but Amanda seemed so young by comparison. “I don’t think we need to tell her so long as you understand he’s a little and you can’t take littles anywhere without their gig’s permission, and that he needs to ask before he goes somewhere with anyone.” “I understand.” “It’s our job to watch out for littles. Sometimes we gotta help them stay out of trouble.” The girl nodded and told Amanda her apartment number. Amanda watched her walk away and felt a little calmer. She looked at her phone and decided to let Jamie think for ten more minutes. That was longer than his standard timeout, but his actions were also worse than his standard misbehavior. Explaining what she shouldn’t have done to the girl made Amanda feel a little like a teacher; it struck her that part of having a little or being a parent is thinking of it as a job, and addressing naughtiness is just a part of the job. She knew she shouldn’t take misbehavior personally. Jamie’s actions were upsetting, and thinking about what might have happened scared her, and she needed to make sure he understood all that and what to do instead in the future. It wasn’t about punishment. It was about teaching. It was as simple and as complicated as that. She went back inside to get him. If Jamie had forgotten his good sense and walked out of the yard with strangers, he remembered how timeout worked. He stood still with his hands at his sides until Amanda picked him up from behind and carried him back to the sofa on her hip. She sat down with him on her lap, one arm around his waist, so they could look one another in the eye. Amanda renewed her resolve when she saw what looked like almost watery eyes, reminding herself she could hug him until he couldn’t stand it after she was done with her lecture. “I love you,” she decided to begin with and regretted it, “and I’m disappointed in you. You know better.” “I know...” “Please let me finish.” He nodded silently. “You know the areas where you’re allowed to play. You’re smart enough to know the fence is one of them. You know not to walk away with strangers. And you know not to walk through parking lots alone. So, tell me what you were thinking.” Jamie sighed. This was still an odd part of being a little to him. So rarely did he ever want to do something he wasn’t allowed to, he’d never gotten used to what it felt like to be chastised like a child, and for exercising his own judgment to boot, even if he did see it was glaringly bad judgment. “I saw these kids and they offered to play, and then we were running and we were around the corner. It took me a second to realize I was out of the boundaries, and then I thought I’d come back and tell you if we stayed there much longer.” “Come and tell me what, exactly?” “That me and my friends were just around the corner. I wasn’t alone, I mean, and I know that’s what you and Mom are most worried about.” “You’d thought I’d give you permission to go back there?” “Yeah.” “I’d have put you in timeout.” She let that sink in. “When you realized you were around the corner, you should’ve come right back. That rule is for your safety, not just because we don’t want the someone bringing you back. But what really scares me is you ran off with strangers. Why would you do that?” She tried to soften her voice and make sure he understood this talking to came from a place of love. “I ... they’re just kids. This girl and one of her friends were nice, and I wanted someone to play with. I didn’t think ... they’re kids. I didn’t think of them as strangers.” In fact, Jamie had gotten used to not thinking of anyone as a stranger anymore, not as an adult. They may be people he didn’t know, but they weren’t strangers in the sense people mean when they warn kids. In his years as a little, he didn’t hold quite that same view, but he hadn’t reverted to thinking of strangers as being strangers in the way he did as a child. “Anyone you don’t know is a stranger.” That had never been an issue until now, living in an apartment complex with people they didn’t know in such close proximity. “They may be kids, but that doesn’t mean they’re safe. They might not have bad intentions, but they also might. What if they just didn’t let you come back when you said you were ready? They might think that’s just playing or teasing, but that wouldn’t make a difference to you if they did that. And what if one of them carried you to their apartment or into those woods? What if one of them thought it would be funny to be mean to you?” “They seemed nice enough ...” “And they probably are, but we can’t just hope. If you meet a new person here and want to go play with them, you need to bring them to me first, and I need to go talk to their parents, and then we’ll decide where you can play and how long.” Jamie nodded. “What if the big is an adult? Like Amy?” “Then I need to get to know them. Does all that make sense?” Jamie nodded. “It’s not just about keeping bigs from thinking you need help when you’re safe. It’s about making sure you really are safe. And you don’t set a toe onto the parking lot without me or a big I approve.” “I’m sorry.” “I know, honey. I don’t want the manager coming or your social worker getting called, but more than anything - anything - I don’t want you getting hurt. It scares me just to think about it.” Jamie expelled air from his chest, his eyes getting watery. “For the rest of this week if I’m not outside with you, your play area outside is the grass right behind our patio, like there’s an imaginary line from the edge that goes all the way to the fence. Next week, we can try again with the bigger area. Understood?” “Yes,” Jamie said with a pitiful voice. “I’m sorry. I was stupid.” Amanda pulled him closer and let him put his face against her, buried in the fold of her tee shirt. She put both arms around him and held him for a moment. He calmed himself down in just a minute and sat back, wiping his eyes and looking embarrassed again to have done such a dumb thing. “You’re weren’t stupid, Jamie Bear. Your behavior was stupid. You are a very smart and very good bear.” Jamie’s lips formed the tightest frown Manda had ever seen him make as she drew in a deep breath through his nose and pushed it out, resting his head on her again but not nuzzling into her shirt. She patted his back. She knew he wasn’t trying to be cute or get out of trouble. Sensitive thing that he was, he was in the process of making himself feel guiltier than Amanda ever could. She had to pivot and put a stop to that before he got any further into his own head. “Do you have any questions?” “No. I’m sorry.” “I know, and we’re all done talking about it. You’re forgiven, and I know you’ll use better judgement in the future.” “Are you gonna tell Mom?” “I don’t see any reason to. This is our house. We just dealt with it. Now we can get on with our day.” “What are we gonna do?” “We are going to change your pants,” she said as she kissed his head, “and I met your friend, Yasmine, and later on we’re going to over to her apartment so I can meet her mom. Sound good?” “Yeah.” “You don’t cheer up, and I’m gonna make you sleep in the woods.” “No, you won’t. That’s outside the boundaries.” “I was just testing you,” she gave him another kiss and pinched the back of his bare thigh. He jumped and gave her a dirty look, smiling at her. “I love you muchly, Jamie Bear.” “I love you, too.” “Let go change those pants.” “Would you please read to me for a while?” “Read our bedtime book in the middle of the day,” she asked, letting the register of her voice climb a little higher, helping him to hear that she wasn’t angry or disappointed anymore and she was ready to have fun with him again. She knew what he was really asking: could he sit in her lap while she held him tight around the waist and he leaned into her, one of his favorite ways to be in the world. “I know. I’m just all out of sorts today.” “Such a silly bear. We’ll have to go to the library soon to get a new book.” Five minutes later she had a Jamie Bear in just a dry diaper, his paci between his lips, and as she glanced from the page to him, she knew he needed a nap before lunch. Perhaps she did, too.

So if you're laying on your back and you mess then sit up, it will push all the way up the front. If you sit and lean forward the mess goes up your back. If it's big then it will shoot out the top and you will get mess everywhere. I like to sit and mess, leaning back and forth so it goes evenly

Chapter 3: 5 Months Later Emily sighed around her pacifier as yet another episode of Barney started on the TV. She had been watching the show in her playpen all morning while her mom worked around the house and she was starting to get bored. What was worse was that she had wet her diaper a few episodes ago and it was starting to get cold, irritating her skin. She didn't normally have to wait that long between diaper checks and she was frustrated that her mom had yet to notice her predicament. Needing a distraction, Emily turned away from the TV and looked around the playpen for something to do. She had seen enough Barney to last her a lifetime and set her eyes on some building blocks in the corner of the pen. Emily hated to play with the babyish toys, but out of all the toys the blocks seemed to be the least babyish. Crawling over to the blocks, Emily sat down and started to play. There wasn't much she could build, but that's where her imagination set in. Emily busied herself making a small tower and then grabbed her teddybear and set it on top. The teddybear could be the evil ruler over a kingdom. The Bear King. Now all she needed was a hero. Scouting out the toys, Emily grabbed another one of her stuffed animals, this time a bunny named Sir Hopalot and started to play. Sir Hopalot went on many daring quests throughout the entire kingdom, the playpen, to recruit an army to face the mighty Bear King. The battle between Sir Hopalot and the Bear King was fierce and devasting, but with the entire kingdom behind Sir Hopalot, the Bear King was overthrown and peace was returned to the kingdom. Emily couldn't help but giggle at her silliness as she played, but she didn't care. She was actually having fun for once and she didn't want to stop. That was until she felt something in the back of her diaper. She was pooping, just like a baby. She still hated to mess her diaper and the feeling of the diaper expanding as the soft mush spread out around her bottom made her grimace. Nursing her pacifier for comfort, Emily turned back to her toys and tried to take her mind off the mess squishing against the inside of her diaper. She had two options: she could either wait for her mom or cry like a baby. She chose the latter of the two. Spitting out her pacifier, Emily started a pained whine. Tears were flowing down her face and one would have thought she was being murdered from the sound. A few seconds later, July was in the room trying to figure out what was wrong. A quick sniff of the air told her. "Uh oh, does Emily have a poopy butt?" July asked with a smile on her face. Emily blushed at this and whimpered, slowing her tears to a dry sniffle while making grabby hands towards her mom. "I guess you do have a poopy butt," July continued, pushing the pacifier back into Emily's mouth before lifting her out of the playpen and setting her down on the changing pad beside the pen. Emily usually tried to relax and ignore the diaper change taking place, but her mom made it hard by always talking her through every detail of the change. It was humiliating, but being a baby Emily didn't really have any say in the matter. Mommy made the rules not her. Emily was brought back to focus by her mom handing her the teddybear. That was one of the rules during diaper changes, she had to have something in her hands so she didn't decide to go exploring. Like that would happen. Watching her mom, Emily nursed her paci as her onesie was unbuttoned and pushed up and out of the way. Right after this, the sound of velcro ripping filled the air and a blast of chilly air made its way over her exposed diaper area, making her squirm. "Looks like mommy has a squirmy baby today." Emily blushed at this and hugged her teddy bear to her chest as a cold wet wipe worked its way over her privates. With her front side cleaned, her legs were pushed to her chest and front of the diaper was used to wipe off her poopy bottom. Another couple of wet wipes were used to clean off the rest of the poop. "Babies bottom is a little red today. Mommy's going to have to add a little extra cream." Emily giggled at this comment. She was feeling much better to finally be clean and she found it funny that her butt was in the air in her mom's face. "Well, there's my happy baby. Nobody likes grumpy pants." July said, lying Emily back down onto a fresh diaper. As promised she smoothed a liberal coating of diaper cream onto Emily's bottom before powdering her. The fresh diaper was pulled up against Emily's belly and taped on snug. "Now then, how about we get some food in that little belly of yours." With the mention of food, Emily's stomach growled and she nodded in agreement as her mom buttoned up her onesie at the crotch. A few moments later, Emily was strapped into her high chair with a bib tied around her neck, playing with her teddy bear while her mom prepared her lunch. She watched her mom grab a couple of jars of baby food and a rubber spoon before pulling a chair over to the highchair. "Alright, baby girl, here comes the airplane." Emily wasn't sure what exactly was on the menu, but she knew it didn't look good. She would rather not eat, but that wasn't an option. She watched her mom dip a spoon inside one of the jars and scoop up some of the baby food. The consistency of the green mush was not at all appetizing and she turned her head away from the spoon. "Come on, baby needs her veggies and you already had fruit for breakfast." That was true. Breakfast had been much better than lunch. Emily had been fed a mix of strawberry and banana, her favorite. Her mom even let her have a small piece of pancake for being good. A treat that she didn't get very often now that her diet solely consisted of pureed baby foods and milk. Turning back to her mom, Emily pleaded with doe eyes, but it was no use. Her mom simply held the spoon back up to her mouth and Emily turned away again. "Emily," July said, with a stern look. "if you don't eat your veggies like a good girl then you're going to nap an extra hour today." Emily hated being threatened and crossed her arms with a huff. She didn't want to be a baby and she didn't want to eat the stupid baby food. What she wanted to do was push the dish off of the highchair tray, but she knew the consequences of that. Back when she had first been brought back to babyhood she had done that very thing and not only did she receive the spanking of her life but she only ate vegetables for the next week. Finally giving in, Emily turned back to her mom and once again had the spoon pushed towards her mouth. She didn't turn away this time, but she still didn't want to open her mouth. The spoon was touching her lips and she could already taste the baby mush. With no choice, she opened her mouth and let her mom slide the spoon inside. Peas. Almost immediately she spit out the nasty puree, getting a good portion of it all over her face and bib. The rest of the spoon was caught by the spoon her mom was holding and promptly pushed back into her mouth. This time she managed to keep it down and she promptly received another spoonful of green mush. By the time the jar was finished her face, bib, and onesie were covered in baby food. She felt like a baby. She was a baby. The second jar went much better than the first. The orange mush turned out to be carrots and while they looked disgusting they were one of the better things she got to eat. With lunch finished, Emily was cleaned off with a warm washcloth before being stripped down to just her diaper and carried upstairs to her nursery. She was exhausted from lunch and yawned as her mom dressed her in a footed sleeper. She always had a nap after lunch and she was well accustomed to sleeping throughout the day. With a blanket wrapped around her, Emily was cradled in her mom's lap and gently rocked back and forth. She could feel herself nodding off and she relaxed in her mom's arms as her back was rubbed. Closing her eyes for just a moment she could feel her mom adjusting herself and when Emily opened her eyes she was staring up at her mom's naked breast. July pulled Emily close to her nipple and gently teased her little one's mouth as she urged her to latch on. Emily was well used to the process and like an obedient baby, she wrapped her mouth around the erect nipple. She may have hated eating green baby mush but she enjoyed the comforting feeling of nursing from her mother. Suckling rhythmically, Emily felt her mom's milk let down as a small jet of milk hit her tastebuds. The sweet, thick milk was a welcomed taste after lunch and she tucked in, nursing harder until a steady stream of milk was entering her mouth. "Good girl," July whispered, patting Emily's bottom. She enjoyed the feeling of her baby girl nursing at her teat and started to sing a lullaby as she rocked back and forth. As Emily nursed, she could feel herself growing tired. It was getting hard to keep her eyes open and her suckling slowed. She had just closed her eyes when she was pulled off her mom's nipple. A small whimper of protest escaped her throat, but she was hushed and laid over her mom's shoulder onto a cloth. A gentle patting started on her lower back, but she didn't care. She was too tired to care. All she wanted to do was a nurse some more and take a nap. A few seconds later, Emily felt her stomach heave and she burped, a bit of spit-up went onto the cloth. She was praised for being a good baby and gently cleaned off. With that ordeal down, Emily was laid back across her mom's lap and offered her other breast. Like before, Emily took the nipple into her mouth and settled in to nurse. This time she wasn't disturbed. She was nursed to sleep. A gentle hand caressing her bottom, the gentle rocking, soft soothing voice, and warm milk all brought her to dreamland. Being a baby wasn't so bad. She had no responsibilities, no worries, no nothing. All she had to do was accept her return to the nursery and embrace her newfound babyhood. Just a quick question: am I posting these right? I'm new here and have no idea if this is the proper way to write a story. Thanks again for reading and I'm sorry if I haven't been answering comments. Thanks all!

Chapter 2: The Accident Part 2 The first thing that hit her was the soft beige walls accented by the hint of baby powder in the air. Everything was gone. What she was standing in was a complete baby's nursery. Her bed had been replaced with a white baby's crib complete with pink bedding. By the window where her desk used to be, there was now a large rocking chair complete with an ottoman and side table. A blanket was draped over the top of the chair and a burp cloth lay off to the side on the table. This wasn't the worst of it though. Across from the rocking chair, Emily used to have a TV, but it to was gone. In its place was a changing table complete with a pink changing pad and more diapers and diapering supplies than she cared to count. This is what drew her attention and she couldn't help but reach out and feel one of the countless diapers arranged in the bins. It was a Huggies Little Movers, size 4. The diaper felt so soft underneath her fingers as she ran her hand over the delicate, cloth-like material. "Mom, What happened to my room?" "I told you, sweetheart, there's going to be some changes around the house and that starts with you up on that changing table." "But, I don't wear diapers." "Well, you do now, sweetheart. Now arms up." Emily didn't know what to do. She stood there like a helpless baby as her mom pulled her shirt off and tossed it into the diaper pail. "Good girl. Now let's get your shoes and socks off." July said, sitting Emily down on top of the changing table. She made quick work of pulling Emily's shoes and socks off, tossing them into the diaper pail as well. While this was going on, Emily couldn't help but stare at the supplies set out beside her on the changing pad. On top of a baby's footed sleeper was one of the Huggies diapers along with some cream, powder, and wipes. She was about to be changed into a diaper just like a baby, and she didn't like that one bit. "Lay down, sweetheart, so mommy can get your diaper on." "No," Emily said, swatting away her mom's hands. "I'm not wearing a diaper." "Emily. Please lay down so Mommy can get you dressed." "No!" Emily growled, swatting her mom's hands away again. "I'm not a baby and I'm not wearing a diaper." "Believe me, little lady. You are going to wear a diaper whether you like it or not. Now you can either lay down like a good girl or you can keep fighting and go over my lap. The choice is yours." "I'm not wearing a di..." Emily was cut off by her mom who quickly unbuttoned her jeans and in one swift motion slid them off her legs before carrying her over to the rocking chair. Emily was laid face down on her mom's lap. An arm on her back kept her pinned in place as she squirmed, desperate to free herself. "Please, mommy don't," Emily pleaded as her panties were pulled down and tossed to the side. She tried to cover her naked bottom with her hands, but these to were pinned by her side. "Mommy, please don't," Emily begged, again, a stray tear fell down her cheek as she struggled one last time before her mom's hand came down on her backside. "SMACK" "SMACK" "SMACK" By the end of the spanking, Emily was a sobbing mess. "I'm sorry Mommy. Please, stop. I'm sorry." July stood Emily in front of her and locked eyes with her. "Now, I really didn't want to do that, but mommy makes the rules, not you. Understand." Emily nodded in response, trying to choke back her tears as she rubbed her sore bottom. "Good girl. Now, are you going to let mommy get you diapered and dressed?" Emily nodded once again and took her mom's hand as she was led back across the nursery, naked, to the changing table. She was promptly lifted up and laid down on the changing pad. Her feet just barely dangled off the end like a real baby. She wanted to fight back, but her tender backside told her otherwise. Sighing in defeat, Emily stared up at the ceiling. Wishing this whole thing could just be over. "Here you go, sweetpea," July said, coaxing a pacifier into Emily's mouth. Emily had little choice but to suckle the infantile object in her mouth as she heard the pop of a plastic tub. Her mom spread her legs slightly and she soon felt the shock of a cold baby wipe, making her to squirm on the pad. Her cheeks burned a bright red as all her folds were thoroughly cleaned. Then just as her mom had cleaned her frontside, Emily's legs were held above her head and her backside was wiped clean with close attention to every crack and fold. With her legs still held up above her head, Emily heard the rustling of a diaper as it was slid under her bottom. She whimpered in protest as her legs were lowered back down onto the thick diaper. "Shh, don't worry sweetheart. Just relax." July said, spreading Emily's legs apart once again as she squeezed a bit of diaper cream onto her finger before rubbing it into her little one's bottom. The cream soothed Emily's red bottom, and left her with a pleasant cool feeling on her behind. "Good girl. We're almost done." July said, wiping her hands off. After throwing the wipes away she lifted Emily's bottom off the pad once again and gave her cute little behind a generous dusting of powder before laying her back down. A bit more powder on Emily's front side and July expertly taped the diaper up nice and snug. She ran her fingers around the cuffs of the diaper to ensure it wouldn't leak. "All done." Emily felt weird. The diaper taped around her was much thicker than her Pull-ups and the bulkiness added an awkward warmth to her diaper area. She was still thinking about the diaper when her mom pulled her to a sitting position and swung her legs over the edge of the table. It was time for the sleeper. As Emily was helped into the babyish garment, she realized that the zipper was on the back and would have no way of taking the pajama off let alone the diaper underneath. Once Emily was all dressed and zipped into her sleeper, her mom lifted her onto her hip and carried her back over to the rocking chair. Emily whimpered at this but was quickly soothed by her mom who gave her diapered bottom a reassuring pat. "It's ok ,sweetheart. Mommy will explain everything in just a second." July cooed, sitting down with Emily cradled in her lap. One arm supporting her head and backside while she used the other to start the bottle warmer. Emily lay cradled in her mom's lap, suckling her pacifier for comfort as she was gently rocked back and forth. In her position, she couldn't help but stare into her mom's eyes. They weren't angry or upset like Emily expected. They showed compassion, love, and kindness. Once the bottle finished warming, July tested the temperature before turning her attention back to Emily, pulling her paci out. Emily saw the bottle her mom was holding and started squirming again which earned her a gentle slap on the thigh. "Come on, little one. Open up," July said, teasing Emily's lips with the teat of the baby bottle. Emily really didn't want to nurse like a baby from the bottle, but with little choice, she accepted the nipple into her mouth and took a tentative suckle before pulling away. The milk was thick and sweet and the taste caused her to grimace. "Babys need plenty of formula to grow big and strong," July cooed, coaxing Emily to take the bottle again. Emily tried to fuss and turn away from the bottle. She couldn't escape the teat that seemed to follow her lips, and soon enough, she gave in and allowed her mom to slip the nipple past her lips. The teat filled most of her mouth and as she suckled rhythmically a steady stream of warm formula flowed down her throat, soothing her as she relaxed in her mom's arms. "Good girl," July said. "Now I know you want to know why all this is happening. I'm not mad at you, sweetheart, and this isn't because you lied to me. Yes, that settled my decision, but I did this because I know you're stressed out. I think it would be a good thing to just take a step back and let mommy take care of you again like when you were a baby. No more school, chores, responsibilities, nothing. All you have to do is enjoy being my little baby. That does mean there are going to be a few rules, however. For starters, you are now a nine-month-old baby girl. That means I expect you to use your diapers for their intended purpose. That means both peeing and pooping. Secondly, baby's your age can't walk or talk and I don't expect you to either. You will only crawl from now on and if you need something I expect you to cry or babble just like a baby would. Third, from now on you will take two naps a day and sleep for about fourteen hours. Baby's need plenty of sleep. I know this might seem hard at first but pretty soon you'll find yourself needing naps just like any other baby. Fourth, you're not old enough to feed yourself. Instead, you will be spoonfed baby food since your not old enough for solids and bottlefed baby formula. Last but not least, I don't expect any arguments from you. You will be a nine-month-old baby and I expect you to act your age." Emily tried to take in everything her mom said. It was pretty simple, if a baby can't do then she can't do it. Her new life would be that of a baby's whether she liked it or not. It's not like she had a choice. "I did this because I love you, Emily. I missed my little baby girl. Now its time for a nap. You've had a long day and some sleep will do you good." July said, patting Emily's bottom as she rocked back and forth. Emily tried not to show how tired she was. But the warm formula, gentle rocking, and soft touch of her mother urged her to sleep. She tried to spit the bottle out in one last act of defiance, but it was no use. She was to tired and the more her mom rocked the more tired she felt. Soon enough her eyes gently shut as she was nursed to sleep. Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment to let me know what you think. Stay tuned for more updates soon.