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I spent more and more time at CIAO. I was teaching two different classes, finance and government. Each met a few times a week. I was up to about a half dozen students. I loved hanging out and talking to the others. Most had been IAs since their eighteenth birthday, but there were a few like me who lost it later. Walter did find two more teachers. The math teacher was another like me who had gone to college but fell on hard times afterward and lost his designation. The other was a woman, a local author who wasn’t an IA but needed info on immies for a book. She was convinced to stay and teach English. I was always careful not to neglect keeping the house clean, and always having dinner ready for Mary, so she couldn’t complain. In fact, she seemed to find my time at CIAO to be constructive. A couple of months passed, and the woman came to check on me again. This time all she did was dump the Immatron and then ask me to get the diaper off. I groaned at the thought of another catheterization. She told me, “Just be happy that this is probably your last one. You have what should be a final disposition hearing on your probation next week.” I hadn’t even known. I guess it was six months since my sentencing. Mary and I went to court. She was in a smart dress; I in my best immie romper. The judge called Mary and me forward. “Well, I see you’ve been keeping up your AA. You have no violations on your SCRAM, nor positive drug tests. I also have a letter here from a Walter Downs, commending your volunteer work. No other run-ins with the law, violations, or even traffic citations.” Good old Walter, I thought. I hadn’t asked him to write any letters, but he apparently knew I was coming up or the hearing. “This is encouraging. I hope you’ll keep it up. As for your criminal charges. You can consider this case closed. You’re released from probation. Good luck. Don’t let me see you here again.” Mary gave me a hug. “Proud of you,” she said. Of course, I was still an immie. A day later, Mary came home, and she looked beat. “What’s wrong?” I immediately asked. “Oh, just tired. It’s really hectic at work. I’m getting behind. Spending a couple of hours taking you to court yesterday didn’t help.” “I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault. That’s what wives and guardians have to do.” “Let me make you a drink,” I said. “Gin and tonic,” Mary requested. I went out to the kitchen and retrieved the gin bottle from the cabinet. I put in two glasses, added gin to one, and filled both with tonic. I opened the fridge and took out a lime and cut wedges. I put one on the glass with the gin and squeezed one into the other glass before dropping it and the third one in. I walked them both out to the living room. Looking carefully, I gave the one with one lime to Mary. “Mine just has tonic water and lime in it.” “I can take the SCRAM off if you’d like a drink. You’re no longer on probation.” “No, this is fine.” Mary continued to explain what was going on at work, and I got an idea. “My classes are ending for right now at CIAO. I know I can’t go back to the job I used to do at the firm, but I could work part-time. I could do some of the drudge work. Give you more time for the important stuff.” Mary seemed to consider that. “I mean, we’d have to clear the fact that we’re related. Don’t want any nepotism charges. But the firm does have a few other IAs. There are some clerks and even one or two secretaries back in my days there.” “You know, that’s a kind suggestion. I’m really impressed with your progress over the past six months. You’ve changed a lot.” “Thank you.” “I’ve missed you from our bed.” That evening, I put on a clean diaper and joined Mary in our old bed. After a period of caressing, Mary reached down and slid the plastic pants off. One by one, she removed the diaper pins and set them aside. She then unfolded the diaper from my crotch and positioned herself to come down on me. We made love for the first time in months. Afterward, I said we better put the diaper back on me. I wasn’t sure but told her I thought I was beginning to lose control. A few days later, Mary said that management had approved me working there under her supervision. A few days a week, I’d go into the office with her and do basic research and other work to lighten her load. A couple of weeks passed, and I was at CIAO. Mike was there, and we talked a bit. “Where’s Dana?” I asked. “I’ve not seen her in a few days.” “She was here earlier,” Mike said. “Her and Walter went off somewhere a couple of hours ago.” I thought it was strange, but I didn’t think much about it. We were just friends. It wasn’t like we were dating or anything. I was a married man. Happily married. Mike and I played some cards for a bit and then I saw the door open. Walter was holding the door open for an older woman I did not recognize. Then through the door stepped Dana. She was different. She was wearing a proper woman’s dress, not immie length. I put two and two together. “Dana! You had your determination hearing?” “Yes, I passed, obviously. I’m an adult!” We hugged. “I’m so proud of you.” Dana said, “Josh, this is my mother, Mrs. Wells. Mom, this is Josh.” “Call me Charlotte. I so wanted to meet you. Dana says she’d have never gotten through her lessons without your help.” “I’m sure she’s exaggerating, but I appreciate it.” Mike came over to congratulate Dana, as well. I told him, “This can be you in a short while.” Dana turned to me. “It could be you, too.” “I don’t know about that,” I said. Mike fetched a round of soft drinks for everyone. “Don’t be a stranger,” I told Dana. “Maybe you and your mother could come over to have dinner with Mary and me.” “That might be nice. You’re not upset, are you?” “Upset? Why?” “Because I’m an adult, and you’re not.” “Oh, no. I couldn’t be happier for you.” I told Mary about Dana’s determination. “You must be really happy for her. You’re not feeling bad about it.” “About me still being an immie? She asked the same thing. No, I’m not jealous.” “You have come a long way,” Mary said.

Chapter 5: “WHAT THE HELL???” I said as someone touched me in a very private place! It jolted me awake! “Shhh…” Ivy said with a horrified look on her face and looked around like she was afraid of something, “There are going to be a lot of new rules you’ll have to get your head around this dimension as a little here, but one of the first is to watch your language!” I looked up at the giant, looked at myself locked into the car seat, and finally remembered where I was. “Ugh…” I complained, “Sorry, I’m not used to anyone being in my personal space though. Especially down there... What were you doing anyway?” I asked. She blushed, “Just checking your diaper,” she told me. “I don’t need them - you do know that, right?” She shrugged, “A lot of littles say they don’t when they come through, but it ends up not being the truth for many. The trip does something to a lot of you causing at least temporary incontinence.” I noticed then that my bladder was calling for some attention, “I do need to go now though. Could we please stop by the bathroom on the way in?” I looked at her face as it twisted through several emotions that I didn’t know her well enough to read. She began undoing the car seat harness quickly and said, “Of course, let’s get you to the potty,” she said. She freed my arms from the straps of the car seat, and then placed me on her side like a mom would do with her baby, while she slung her bag on the other side like a… ‘Like a diaper bag,’ I realized suddenly. ‘How did I miss that earlier?’ I blushed, it was beyond embarrassing to realize that all anyone would likely see was a mom carrying her cute baby girl. She bypassed the carts and carried me into a door that had the universal skirted figure on it. I blushed even more as I realized another part of what being a girl really meant for me now. She looked around the large bathroom room of ten stalls and pushed the door the rest of the way open to the only available one. Immediately I think we both got a little green at the sight of the toilet sitting there. There was poop inside the toilet, poop on the seat, pee on the seat, and somehow more on the floor around it. I needed to go, but I wasn’t about to even consider using that one even if my body hadn’t been altered… Without a word she retreated from the stall and held me while we patiently waited for an open stall. I could feel my need to go urgently growing by the second. It felt a little different where the sense of urgency came from, but I knew without a doubt what it meant - the urine needed out now! Time ticked on seemingly forever until a mom with a baby connected to her with a baby sling stepped out of a stall. “All yours,” she said to Ivy, as she rushed me into the stall and shut the door. She sat me down for just a second and hung her bag from a hook on the door. Knowing that I couldn’t wait much longer I clawed at the buttons at the bottom of the romper and did my best to untape the diaper. The tapes were so stuck on though that I couldn’t get them to come off! “Let me do it,” Ivy said to me quietly and she opened the diaper without a problem. She pulled the romper up in her arms to leave my bottom exposed and gently held me under the arms, precariously balancing me on the enormous seat. “I could fall in…” I said as I looked down and urine gushed nearly without control from an unfamiliar place in my body. “I’ve got you,” Ivy said with a smile. It was the first time I had seen for my own eyes what had been done to me, and I felt tears stream down my face as I realized my life was completely changed now. ‘Maybe it can still be better though…’ the optimist in me tried to push in. I mentally slapped that voice as I watched the urine pour from my new vagina for a few more moments. Right then I felt a more familiar rumble and pushed my bowels open too. A log joined the urine in the bowl and there was silence for a moment before Ivy asked, “All done?” I nodded, “Could you pass…?” I was going to ask but she already had a wad of toilet paper in her hand. I expected her to hand it to me but instead she took charge of wiping my new vagina and then my butt. It was a very odd and uncomfortable sense while she did both firmly, making me blush more. She picked me back up and said, “What a big girl you are!” and hugged me. She grabbed the diaper and walked over to a trash can where she placed it inside. Then she pulled down one of the infant changing tables and hung her purple bag from an attached hook. She opened it and I confirmed there was no doubt that it was definitely a diaper bag, and not a purse. The matching purple changing pad that she pulled out left my stomach twisting. I watched as she placed the mat down on the table, before placing me down on it. I was pushed down onto my back quickly before I knew what had happened. She whispered in my ear, “I know now that you can use the potty, but we don’t have any panties for you. You’ll need to keep wearing a diaper for the rest of this trip.” I blushed, but nodded, as she easily picked up my ankles in one hand like one would a real baby. She slid a new diaper under my bottom like an experienced mother. She quickly fastened it closed without putting any powder or anything on me. I hoped that meant that she really believed that I didn’t need it. She fastened the snap buttons on the romper, picked me back up, packed the changing pad back in the bag, and then walked to the sink where she washed her hands, and then mine, in the sink. Just as she gathered me back up there was a commotion at the doorway. “You bitch, you can’t do this to me! I’m a free little!” “Correction, you were a free little. With those wet pants I have all the evidence I need to know you’re not ready to be a big boy on your own.” A tall Amazon woman was holding a struggling boy’s arm as she dragged him inside the room. As he kicked her shin and tried to make a break for it she yanked his arm again and pulled him over her knee. I gasped as she proceeded to rip his clothing off and spanked him. ‘That’s… a man… it’s not a boy!’ He was probably a foot or more taller than I’d ended up and looked like he had been a bodybuilder or something with his muscles impressively bulging. There was a heavy beard about his face that became covered in slobbery drool, as he began crying and begging for the woman to stop. “Now then, if you’re done with your temper tantrum let’s get you in your diaper and we’ll go get you all registered and adopted legally.” The lady looked at us as we were passing by, “Look at that baby girl, you’ll think she’s a big girl here in the next few days!” Ivy carried me out to the cart area and whispered, “Sorry you had to see that…” She sat me down in the cart seat and buckled the safety strap across my lap. I found myself staring at the rest of the sights around me as she began pushing the cart. All around me adults were being pushed around in carts, carried on hips, placed in infant carriers, and even pushed around in strollers. Diaper bulges were the first sign that things weren’t right for them. One would think they might have just been amazon babies, but one look at the naked breasts of one girl told me that they were… or at least had been adults. That girl had a set of plastic teething keys in her mouth dripping with slobber, while snot poured from her nose onto her face. Her ‘mom’ didn’t seem to notice or care as she pushed her by us. As Ivy pushed the cart down the aisles, I couldn’t help but notice that there were a lot more of those adults than there were actual babies and kids. Some of them were obviously being forced to behave, while others had an almost vacant drugged out gaze on their faces. Maybe two had something that looked like a genuine smile on their faces. I was now sure that everything I’d heard about the place was true, and that it might not have gone far enough in the descriptions! Ivy pushed the cart to an area that I recognized as the baby section by all of the pictures and signs of smiling babies. She started walking right into the diaper aisle much to my horror. “Let’s see…” she said and kept pushing the cart down until she reached a small section that had cloth training panties. I watched her thumb through a couple racks before she whispered to me, “I don’t see any small enough for you…” “Can you get the smallest size and maybe they run small?” I suggested. She looked at me oddly but shrugged and threw in a pack that I saw was marked ‘24 months’ for the size. I groaned when I realized I probably was too small unless they shrank a lot. She pushed the cart back to the disposable diapers and I noticed that the brands were familiar and different at the same time. The Pull-Ups packages were in obvious boy and girl designs, but the characters were unfamiliar to me on them. She reached down and dug through before pulling out a large box I saw was labeled ‘12-24 Months’ for the size. I grimaced, but it would be better than diapers at least. Maybe we would find some real underwear somewhere else. ‘Surely other stores might have a better selection?’ A mom pushed a cart with an adult little inside, and a larger Amazon toddler walking beside her hanging onto the cart. “Oh, such a beautiful baby girl you have. Looking to potty train her already?” Ivy shrugged, “She’s really smart and keeps telling me when she needs to go potty. She’s made it a couple times when I’ve held her over the big girl potty, so we thought we’d go ahead and see if she’s ready…” “I bet Mommy’s not ready though, huh?” she told Ivy with a laugh. She patted the head of her toddler and said, “I waited a little extra time with Hannah here, I just couldn’t bring myself to have a big girl yet! We finally trained her late a few months back…” “I’m a big girl, I’m five!” the little girl said to us. “Baby!” She pointed at me. “Yes, she is a baby compared to you Hannah, but it looks like she’s going to be a big girl like you before long!” The lady then patted the head of the little in the cart. “I adopted little Meggy here to take care of my mothering needs after I trained Hannah.” I looked at the woman who squirmed in the cart seat. She tried to hide behind her hair, and I could tell she didn’t like the attention. She was only dressed in a t-shirt and a swollen diaper that was yellowed with her urine. Her head ended up closer to her ‘mommies’ body and she said, “No Meggy, it’s not quite time for that yet,” and the girl jolted backwards as far as she could in the seat. I didn’t get it… The mom said, “Well we’ll let you get back to your shopping. We need some more diapees for Meggy, but they’re out of the little ones we like.” The poor girl looked at me some more and for some reason I waved at her. I had kept quiet the whole exchange and as Ivy pushed me away, she whispered, “Good girl!” She went down another aisle and I realized we were at the training potties. She dug around for a few minutes without asking my opinion. I was turning red at the thought of having to use something so babyish, but remembered the insecure feeling on the toilet a short while ago. ‘It’s probably a good idea,’ I admitted. She placed one she decided on in the cart and asked, “You ready to be a big girl?” I noticed several moms walking by and played it safe by saying, “Big girl!” back to her. She smiled and walked to the clothing. She dug through the racks and threw in some shorts and t-shirts that were honestly the least offensive of the options. As she came to some sets, she showed me, “These all have snaps to help change your diapees… I figure you don’t want that.” IVY COULDN’T HELP her glee as she shopped in the clothes section. Holly was the perfect size to wear either infant style clothing, or toddler appropriate clothes. Though she’d prefer to keep her in the infant side of things, she knew Holly wasn’t ready for that yet. Her reactions to the littles she’d encountered so far were better than she’d expected, but clearly, she was scared and still in shock. She held up the first dress and whispered to her, “If you’re wearing a dress you don’t have to worry about all of those snaps to pull down your panties.” She’d blushed, but nodded and she’d taken that as permission to throw in six more dresses before deciding she’d gotten a bit more carried away than she planned to. This store was the perfect place to shop for baby clothes because the babies wouldn’t stay in the size long – the quality of the outfits didn’t matter as much then. Unfortunately, with a little they needed better quality clothes to last longer since they didn’t grow. She definitely needed to take her shopping somewhere else for most of her new wardrobe. Glancing at her watch though she saw it was already almost four and she needed to get Holly home for a nap before taking her to dinner to meet her new grandparents. Ivy pushed the cart and looked down at Holly who was looking everywhere. She looked like a normal toddler needing to get up and do something because she’d been cooped up and bored too long. She knew that there were probably less-shocking stores to have taken her to for her first outing, but she wasn’t going to hide the truth of her eventual fate from her all of the time. Sure, she was going to let her try and use the potty… but after a couple weeks she knew that Holly was going to begin to fail at that. Then she would introduce her to the rest of her new life. ‘I hope that by doing it gradually she’ll accept it quicker…’ ‘Although I wish I wasn’t being so kind,’ she thought to herself as she felt her breasts ache. ‘I’ve been pumping for a week already even before I saw her in person…’ The pile of clothes and baby gear in the cart was larger than she would have liked on this first trip, but unfortunately, she’d planned on having a much bigger girl! She’d expected her to be about the size of a three-year-old when she came through, but she’d shrank a lot! She looked around at several mothers with littles that were small enough to be held in the chest carriers they wore, and smiled knowing that her little was smaller than many of them! Ivy grabbed a hair brush and some hair accessories before she moved to the checkouts. Standing in line for a cashier, a teenage girl bent down and waved at Holly, “Hi!” She gave Holly the type of smile reserved for real babies. Holly looked to Ivy for a second before saying ‘Hi,’ back to her with a shy smile. Her acting skills were impeccable as she leaned her head into Ivy to hide from the scary stranger. ‘I hadn’t told her anything else on how to act because I was going to let her decide how fast or slow, I took her down the road.’ she thought. ‘Maybe faster is going to be the plan!’ “She’s adorable!” The girl cooed, “How old is she?” “Twenty-months,” she found herself saying and winked at Holly hoping that would clue her in. “And already getting a big girl potty and big girl underwear?” she asked. Ivy nodded to her, “She’s been following me to the potty for the last few months and when I’ve held her over it, she’s gone… The second she wets or messes she comes to me for a change… I think she’ll train quickly.” “Aren’t you going to miss having your sweet baby to depend on you?” she asked. ‘Yes… I am…’ she thought to herself but said, “She’ll still depend on me in other ways. I’ve read studies that if you don’t encourage them when they want to train though that you end up having a harder time later. Lord knows I don’t want to have to deal with her pooping her diapers at age six or seven like a little.” The girl nodded, “I think my child care teacher said something like that last semester.” Ivy nodded, “She’s right.” “Say, she’s adorable… if you ever need a sitter I do babysitting on nights and weekends?” Ivy looked at her and the protective mother in her wanted to say ‘no’ curtly, but the teenage girl seemed to be dressed appropriately and held some school supplies in her basket. The shirt she wore was for her school’s cheer squad and she guessed she was probably a pretty good student. A little on the shorter side of only about eight feet tall, but she’d still easily be able to manage a little her new daughter’s size. “What’s your number?” Ivy asked and noted the confused and scared expression on Holly’s face. They traded information just before they reached the front of the conveyor with her stuff piled on it. I BLUSHED AS Ivy talked with a girl less than half my age about possibly babysitting me! ‘I didn’t need a babysitter!’ I thought to myself, annoyed. I was even more embarrassed a few minutes later as the cashier rang up the training potty and training pants. “Oh my, this little thing isn’t ready for potty training already, is she?” Ivy nodded and said, “Believe it or not I think she’s ready to be a big girl.” “Wow… she’s so tiny, I can’t imagine that!” “And that’s why we have the smallest training panties we could find,” Ivy laughed and put her arm around me protectively. The whole trip through the store could have been a horror movie. I saw one poor little getting yelled at about walking instead of crawling, the mom had shoved him down aggressively. It had shocked me that no one stepped in. Not ten seconds later his ‘mother’ had smacked his butt for not crawling fast enough. I hadn’t seen one person my size walking around freely on their own, and I was coming to a fast realization that I had been sold a bill of goods… Truthfully, I was scared of how I would deal with being mistreated like any of those littles that were in there. I was small enough that I didn’t stand a chance of defending myself! The lady finished ringing up Ivy and I noticed across at the next register a bit of a commotion. “Awwww… Are you buying baby her first diapees?” The cashier asked a woman holding a college aged girl with a big unmistakable wet spot going down her legs. A large box of diapers, wipes, and a changing mat sat in front of her on the belt. “Yep, she thought she was a big girl going to college, but she couldn’t keep her pants dry in my class. I had permission already to adopt her if she made another mistake. We’re going to get her into the nice thick diapees she needs, and then we’ll go get her registered with the state today. Tomorrow I might even let her still go to class if I can find a playpen to hold her. Her classmates can coo and play with her,” she said as she squeezed the poor girl and kissed her on the head. “You can’t do this to me!” The girl shouted. “Do you want this pacifier to plug her up with?” The cashier asked her. “Good idea!” the woman said happily. I watched in horror as a pacifier was ripped from packaging and shoved in the girls’ mouth. The odd thing was she did a twist to the shield and then let go. The girl tried to pull it out of her mouth and began crying more as she looked to be in pain and couldn’t get the pacifier to come out. “Thanks, those locking pacifiers are such a godsend with new littles! I figure we’ll give her a week and see if she settles in before we think about taking her teeth. If she’s a good girl and doesn’t bite Mama I might let her keep them!” “Well if you like your teethers you better be a good baby girl for your mama…” The cashier was saying as Ivy pushed me away from the scene. I felt several tears going down my face as we reached her car. She looked down at me and asked, “What’s wrong?” “I’m scared,” I told her honestly. “That was horrifying!” She hugged me before she sat me down in the car seat and began buckling me up, “I promise I’m not ever going to threaten you or treat you like that woman did that girl.” “Why can…?” “Shh…” she said to me, “this isn’t the place to have this conversation. When we get home, then we can talk some more.” I nodded as people walked around like everything in their world was normal. I began to think that it wasn’t normal to allow someone like me to even consider to use the potty. Sure, it was going to be a baby’s potty, but given the size of the adult ones I didn’t think I had a lot of options. She wasted no time in turning on the car with the air conditioner running while she unloaded the bags of items into the trunk of her car. When she was inside and buckled in she asked, “You okay?” I shrugged and said, “I honestly don’t know.” “I promise you I’ll never abuse you like you saw them all doing. Not every Amazon is like that,” she added. The car began moving and I once again found myself bored as I had nothing to do. I knew the information from the article definitely wasn’t just sensationalist garbage… this was real, and I was an idiot for coming! ‘Is she just saying she’s not like them…?’ was the question I was asking myself. The trip back to her house didn’t seem as long then, and I waited patiently while she backed into the garage before coming around to my side. I was curious and tried the buckle on the harness myself, but even though I figured I was doing it right I just didn’t have the strength to undo it. Ivy saw me trying and to my surprise didn’t scold me, “I doubt you’ll be able to get it. They have it designed to where the occupant can’t really get at it from the right angle, and your strength is a lot less than mine.” As if to prove it she reached in and undid the buckle with minimal effort. She grabbed me under my armpits and helped me down to the ground. I followed her around to the trunk and she said, “Here, you want to help me with these two bags?” I grabbed the bags she handed me that had the cloth training panties and another with a half-dozen outfits inside. She had the other bags in one hand and the large box of pull-ups in the other. I watched as she managed to open the door to the house from the garage and I followed her inside. As I walked through the kitchen, I looked around more than I had before and noticed that there was a neutral colored high chair sitting beside the table. “Let’s take this all to your room and I’ll go back for your potty,” she told me as she led me further into the house. So far, I’d only been in the master bedroom where I’d woken up, so it was the first time I was going to see the room that I was to have at her house. When she opened the door, I smiled at the sight of my bed from home in a corner against the wall, my computer desk, and my desk chair were nestled on an adjacent wall too. I could tell they had shrunk down some as the room seemed huge for them, but I still felt like a kid compared to the items. ‘At least it’s not a crib…’ I thought to myself, ‘At this point I expected her to open a door to a nursery…’ “Just set this all down on your bed for now,” she told me. I did as she asked and noticed that I was going to have to work a little harder to get onto the bed now. It wasn’t any worse than a kid climbing onto their parents’ bed, and definitely more doable than her bed had been, but it was much taller to me than it had been before my move. I set my two bags on the bed and pulled myself onto it. I noticed an odd sound and wondered if she had put some different mattress protector on it… ‘I’ll have to check later…’ I thought. “Why don’t you start pulling out everything from the bags, and I’ll go get your potty,” she told me. “Then can we get me out of this diaper?” I asked. She patted me on the head, “Of course!” I quickly helped her and felt like I was going to get an overload of sugar as I pulled out each item. They really were some of the least frilly and most mature options in the store… but that didn’t say much. I found the cloth training panties and struggled to open the plastic package. I hated that this was the most mature article of clothing we could find for me with underwear at the store. ‘I wonder if I could special order smaller panties?’ Just as I managed to open the package Ivy came back in and asked, “shall we see if those fit?” I nodded and started to try and pull myself from the outfit. “Do you mind if I just go ahead and help you get undressed?” she asked me. I shrugged and said, “It might be quicker. I’m not a fan of this for getting in and out of it…” She smiled and pushed me on my back on the bed and started popping snaps from the bottom of the outfit up. “Here, let me get your arms out of this,” she said and pulled the romper out from underneath me and off my arms leaving me naked but the diaper. As she went to untape it she squeezed it and said, “Still keeping dry, you’re doing much better than normal littles,” she told me with a smile. I blushed and felt a bit of foolish pride at the same time. “I’m not exactly from your dimension?” She tugged on one tape, “No, but normally portal littles aren’t that much different,” she pulled the other tape, “either.” She pulled the diaper out from underneath me and balled it up before helping me stand on the bed. “Okay, let’s try these cloth ones first…” she told me. “Here you go,” she said. I looked at the training panty she handed me and felt a nervous feeling. It was such a babyish item, just as much as a diaper, but it felt large to me. I pulled the purple and pink padded underwear up to my waist and let go. I then watched them promptly fall down to my knees. “Awwww…” I cried out. “More than a little too big for you I’m afraid….” she told me. “Do you think they’d shrink if you washed them in really hot water?” She shrugged, “Maybe, they are cotton. I guess we can try it. It’s just one pack so it’s not a lot of money wasted if they don’t.” I grimaced, “I guess I should try on the disposable ones?” She nodded and I watched her use a pair of scissors she’d brought in with her to pierce the tape and open up the box. She pulled one of the plastic packs of diapers… pull-ups… out of the pack and soon handed me one. The pink and purple garment felt anything but mature, but I bit my tongue and pulled it up my legs and was happy that it stayed up. “That looks better,” she said and without warning used a finger to check the waist band, “still almost too big, but I think it’ll work if you don’t have any accidents.” “I’m not intending to…” I reminded her. “Let’s make sure the potty will work for you…” she said. I looked at the box and felt like groaning. It said ‘Princess Potty’ on it and was touted as working as a step stool too. She pulled the pink potty and the pieces out of the box, and removed the plastic wrap. “Let’s put it in the bathroom so you can get to it,” she said. I climbed down from my bed and followed her down the hallway, wearing only the pull-up. I was cold from the air conditioning, and more than a bit self-conscious as I walked. In a hallway bathroom adjacent to my room she sat it down across from the gigantic toilet. “Need to go at all?” I shrugged, “I haven’t really drank much of anything today…” I paused, “I’ll try though.” “Once you do, we’ll get you dressed and something to drink… we can’t have you not drinking anything and getting dehydrated! I didn’t even think about that earlier.” “I wasn’t thirsty,” I told her honestly. “I drank a little after I threw up though.” The potty was clearly meant for toddlers in height, but I had to admit it looked almost too big to me sitting there. A juvenile white crown was inlaid against the pink back seat of the potty, and I imagined many wannabe princesses probably loved the look of it. In my case I just sighed… I put my back to it and pulled the pull-up down to sit down. I pushed for a couple moments before a tinkle came out and I peed for a few seconds. As soon as I started to do so the potty made a musical sound that startled me. The flow stopped as it scared me. “What was that?” Ivy was laughing, “I guess it’s meant to make you feel good about using the potty. You done?” I pushed for another moment and restarted the stream for a second before saying, “Okay I’m done. Can you hand me some…” I tried to say but she already had a wad in her hand that she handed me. “Wipe really good between your lips and front to back.” “I’m a doctor… I do know that…” “Sorry, it’s easy to forget,” she admitted. I stood and pulled the pull-ups up my legs and stepped away. I watched her pull a small bowl of my urine out of the potty, and flushed it and the toilet paper I’d dropped inside. She rinsed it and then picked me up to help me reach the sink to wash my hands. “Let’s get you something else to wear,” she told me once she washed her own hands and set me back down on the ground. I nodded and followed the tall giant back to my room. For every step she took I had to practically run three or four to keep up. “I told you earlier dresses probably make your life easier… That work for you for tonight?” I shrugged, “I guess….?” She held up a short sleeved pink dress with butterflies printed on it, “This one?” “Would you hate me if I said it’s horrible?” She laughed, “I think it’s cute!” I made a face, “Okay, maybe a little horrible, but it’s soft and I think it’ll work for you right now?” I motioned for her to hand it to me and I pulled it over my head. She was right, the material was a knit material that was very soft. As I pulled it down I was grateful to see it nearly reached my knees, and fully covered the babyish Pull-Up. “Perfect size!” she told me. “You look adorable!” I looked down and blushed, “I guess so…” “Let’s go get you a drink,” she told me. I nodded and followed her down the hallway to the kitchen. From my perspective on the floor I couldn’t really see anything she was doing other than when she opened the fridge and asked, “Milk alright?” I shrugged, “Juice or tea maybe?” She nodded, “Okay, we can do that.” A second later she handed me a cup that looked like one I’d seen around some of my patients. It didn’t have a spout, but it was a sippy cup all the same that was designed to drink from any angle of the cup. “A sippy cup?” I asked nervously. “Prefer a bottle?” she asked. “No…? A regular cup?” I suggested. She knelt down and looked at me from my level, “Nick you’re going to have to trust me here… If I don’t have you at least drinking from this - which is the least babyish option by the way - you’re going to get a lot of stares and people are going to know you’re a little. When they know that… well you saw at the store how some can be?” I groaned but nodded, “Okay… I guess this is fine.” “Good, because I can always go buy you some baby bottles instead if you change your mind!” she patted my head and said, “Why don’t you bring that with you to your room, I’ll gather up your stuff, and then as soon as you’ve had some of that to drink take a nap?” “A nap?” “You can’t tell me you’re not tired after everything today?” My body betrayed me with a yawn right then, “I guess… But I’d probably be good for another six or seven hours honestly.” “That might be true, but we’re going to meet my parents for dinner tonight… I think it’d be a good idea for you to be rested for that.” She paused, “Also our days are longer than you’re used to, so it would be a good idea if you want to stay alert tonight?” I looked up at her and decided she was probably right, “I guess I could sleep for a bit… I’ll at least try. At least it’s my own bed. I haven’t got to sleep on it for weeks thanks to that move!” She led me back down the hallway as I took some tentative drinks from the cup. It really wasn’t that bad, and I knew they’d come up with some adult versions of the cups too. My friends with kids claimed the kid’s ones worked better though! I drank about half the cup as she gathered the clothes and left my pull-ups right in the open by my bed. She pulled back my covers and patted the bed. I took one last long draw from the cup and handed it to her before I curled up under the covers. “I’m glad you’re here,” she told me with a smile. “Thanks for having me,” I told her, wondering if I was being honest. I tried to get comfortable with my pillows. I grabbed one and hugged it like a teddy bear like I always did as I turned to face the wall away from her. She was right, I was tired, and I was out pretty quickly. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Well you all were good, so you'll get another post on Saturday this week. If you want to keep having three posts per week please keep giving me some feedback with lots of likes/comments with each post! Thanks for reading!

I'm sorry about the lack of updates, once again this Covid 19 chaos is effecting my everyday life a great deal and it hard finding time for everything. But I truly love reading you guys feedback and guesses on where the story may go. Please continue posting your ideas, some of them may actually make it into the story Chapter 10: I spent most of the night tossing and turning, waking up several times during the night. The crinkle of the plastic sheets, plastic pants and the plastic on the diaper, made a terrible ruckus with my every move. Combine that with the feeling of having a large pillow or cloud between your legs, which also started turning cold and soggy the further the night progress, despite me even letting loose another flood of warm urine at one point during one of my many awoken disturbances, a flood which the diaper appeared to handle and contain perfectly, despite it swelling to almost double size. At some pint during the long night, I must finally have found a comfortable sleeping position and drifted on into a deep slumber, because the next thing I knew, the sun was shining through my bedroom window and morning had arrived. I rolled out of bed and placed my feet on the cold hardwood floor, before standing up but almost falling back over, as the sheer size of the diaper between my legs, almost caused me to lose my balance. I remembered wetting it at one point during the night and gently slid my hand down past the elastic waistband of my plastic pants and placed a palm on the front of the diaper, trying to inspect the damage. I was swollen, rather cold and a little soggy, but the outside was dry as a dessert. In other words, no leaks. The new diaper had done its job and contained everything that I had thrown at it since last night. I threw on some sweat pants and with a rather heavy waddle, made my way out the room and towards the kitchen. I was the middle of pouring myself a cop of coffee and plating some breakfast, when I heard my Mom step up behind me. She must have been sitting in the living room, but the next thing I knew she was right behind me with both her hands gently placed on my shoulder and spinning me around to face her. “How’s my boy doing this morning, you sleep well honey?” Before I had a time to think over an answer, she already had my sweatpants partially pulled own exposing my plastic pants underneath, which within seconds was also partially around my knees leaving my soggy diaper fully exposed. “Oh, you must have had a good night sleep, this diaper certainly wasn’t this soggy when you went to bed.” She chuckled while padding the front of my plastic underwear. “But its holding up nice, no leaky spots from what I can see.” She pulled my plastic pants back up over the diaper. “Its full, but should be able to take a little more. We’ll get you changed after breakfast, that way if you have to do your morning Pee Pee’s then you can do it in that one, instead of wasting a fresh new diaper.” As that sentence left her lips, she already had my sweatpants pulled back in place and was halfway out the kitchen. “Change me after breakfast? Morning PEE PEE’S!?” Had she gone completely mad? I kind of expected Mom to demand on changing me again this morning, that was a battle I knew was coming and that I was ready to take, to gain back my independence. But the way she just exposed me completely, checking my diaper without asking and the way she was addressing me. That was a new level of humiliation and something I was certainly prepared for. I finished plating my breakfast and sat down at the kitchen table, while slowly digging my way through and taking small zips of my coffee. Shockingly enough my Mom’s prediction turned out to be right, as it didn’t take long for the coffee to do its trick making my bladder ache and forcing me to let loose another stream of urine into the already maxed out diaper, which I was sure were bound to leak, but to my shock and awe, did exactly was it was designed to due and soaked up every little drop of urine, disbursing it around not only my groin area, but also the back and sides of the diaper. I finished my breakfast, in a warm and snuggly wet diaper, a situation that I had to take a few minutes to just sit and take in, before leaving my cup and plate in the sink to head into the living room to announce that I was finished and that I “WOULD LIKE TO HAVE MY DIAPER CHANGED!?” Another challenge that I had not predicted and that I was dreading to face. Since Mom insisted on doing the “changing”, at least for the moment. I had to muster up the courage and swallow my pride to actually make her aware that I needed one, unless I would have to face an even bigger embarrassment and wait for her to do another diaper check and discover on her own and there was no way I was ready to let that happen. I waddled my way into the living room, finding her sitting on the couch, in the middle of watching the morning news, as I approached the couch, positioning myself next to it, trying to get her attention, without making it too obvious. “Oh, there you are honey. You all finished?” She was half paying attention to me and half paying attention to the TV. “Ye,yeah Mom, I’m all done. Could you maybe. Like, I’m kinda ready. Could you please?” I tried mustering up the courage to ask the dreaded question, but she cut me off before I had the time. “You already to get changed? Lovely, I think it would be best if you went and took a shower first, that way you can also take care of what you need to take care of, before we put you in a new fresh diaper. Since I haven’t seen you do “THAT” in one of them before. Are you doing that yet? She was clearly referring the too act of messing myself, which I was yet to do. Up until that point, I had simply made sure to use the toilet for going number 2, in-between changes, to avoid having to do it in my diaper. I knew the challenge and nightmare of messing my diaper was something I had to face at some point, but it wasn’t something that I was ready for just yet. “No, Mom. I’m not doing that just yet.” I turned around. “I’m going to jump in the shower, then.” I started making my way out the room. “I’ll be right up, when you’re done, honey.” She sent me on my way, before returning to watching the news. The fact that she did not insist of helping me shower or anything like that, actually made me let out a sigh of relief, as I entered the bathroom and started to strip, sliding off my sweatpants, followed by the plastic pants and finally by ripping the tapes off the diaper, which resulted in it dropping to the floor with a huge soggy THUD. I curled it into a ball and threw it in the diaper pail, before reliving myself on the toilet, feeling blessed that I was yet to do that into a diaper, but also dreading the day that I had to face that obstacle, but also feeling rather excited by the thought. After a quick shower, where I made sure to scrub my diaper area and crotch thoroughly, I dried myself off and headed across the hallway to my bedroom, where to my surprise Mom was already standing by, diaper and plastic pants in hand. “I thought we should try the blue once today; they are just so darn cute. Come on, lay down for me.” She was referring to the pair of baby blue infantile decorated plastic pants, that she was holding in her hand, as she instructed me to lay down on my bed, just like the night before. Compared to the night before, this diapering seemed to just fly by, as Mom did a quick and swift job, of scooting the diaper under my butt and sprinkling powder all over my crotch area, before pulling the thick diaper up between my legs and with no trouble at all snugly secured it in place with a piece of tape on each side. Before I knew it I was all snug and tightly secured into a new fresh diaper. I allowed my eyes to wonder down my body, gazing down upon the little teddy bears that was smiling back at me from my infantile underwear, before I was instructed to stand up and step into the body blue plastic pants, that Mom was holding open for me, before she gently slid them up my legs and on top of the diaper, making sure to cover every square inch, before giving my crotch a gentle pat. “There you go honey, all nice and secure. No nasty accidents around here.” She smiled at me and with nothing else to do, I gently smiled back to her, once again feeling rather defeated and humiliated, but happy that the whole ordeal had gone by so quickly this time. Mom excited the room, allowing me to put on some sweats and a t-shirt for the day, before throwing myself in front of my computer, partially to do some writing for my article and partially to just brows some forums and pass the time. Once again I have to note, how easy it is to get used to something new. I didn’t take long for me to start ignoring the fact, that I was basically sitting on what felt like a pillow, while browsing and doing my writing and the safety and security of knowing that these new diapers, combined the with the plastic pants on top, allowed for absolutely no leakage, made it easy for me to simply let loose and flood the absorbent padding as soon as the feeling hit me, which it did twice in the time that I was focused on the action going on, on my computer screen. Around none I allowed myself a break, I had gotten a lot of writing done and even had some time to find some new hypnotic files online, that I wanted to give a listen while sleeping. On top of that I had read through some earlier article published for “Mommy Mag” just to get a feeling of how the flow and writing style were supposed to be. I deserved a treat and I got up to go fetch something from the fridge, noting how heavy and swollen the diaper once again felt hanging around my waist, but at the same time it felt warm and pleasant and more importantly my chair was dry with no leakage in sight. “Hi Honey, how’s the writing going?” I was greeted by my Mom upon entering the kitchen. “Oh its fine, got a lot done today.” I headed straight for the fridge and found myself a tasty treat in the form of a chocolate bar. As I turned around to head back to my room, I damn near bumped into her and before I knew it, she had her hand in my sweats with a palm firmly placed on the front of my diaper. “Only a little wet.” She announced, before removing her hand. “Mom, I’m fine with keeping track of my wetness on my own, you don’t have to check me all the time.” There was a slight irritation in my voice, which she seemed to pick up on. “I know honey, I just wanted to be sure. But I’ll let you keep track on it from now on. Just PROMISE to tell me, when you need a changing, can’t have my boy running around with a diaper rash can’t I?” A light chuckle escaped her lips, as she passed me and headed for the living room. I headed back to my room, chocolate bar in hand and feeling rather proud of myself, having been allowed to keep track of the wetness of my diaper, all by myself……Not even considering that may not be something, you should be proud of in your early 20’s. The day past and as it did, my diaper continued to swell and in the end, I had to ask Mom for another change and used the opportunity to relieve myself on the toilet, before I was once again put into a fresh a new diaper, this time she seemed to do an even quicker job than before. Seemed like it didn’t take her long to remember how to change her son into a fresh white diaper. That diaper turned out to be the one that I was wearing when I went to sleep that night, after another evening on the couch and after having decided that it could last me through the night. I slept soundly that night, my new hypnotic files playing in my headphone, my diaper, plastic pants and sheets crinkling with my every move.

I did kinda had a day like that the other day. i was taking off my overnight diaper and I don’t wear during the day but for some reason I decided to diaper again and I got into little space. Regressed and just had some time but it was soon over and it was like why did I go there. I never understand those times

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6 6am Saturday Morning “If we set off now we can just about avoid the rush out of the city. I’ve set the SatNav for any accidents or roadworks... so hopefully...” “Kids, c’mon dad’s ready... we need to get going to get there in reasonable time.” “It’s a long way to go just for a few hours...” “Stop complaining Geoffrey and get in the car. Kevin, hurry up... and have you both been to the toilet? You know your dad won’t want to be stopping every few miles.” “Yes, yes, we know.” “OK then, everyone ready? Let’s go.” Three hours later “Damn... we’re going to have to come off the motorway because it says there’s been an accident and the tailback is already over five miles.” “Dad, can we stop I’m dying for a piss.” “Language Kevin... I don’t want you speaking like that when we get to your grandparent’s house... they’ll think I’ve brought up a couple of yobs.” “Yer, alright, sorry mum but can we stop at the next service station... please?” “I could do with a pi... wee myself.” “Yes, well okay but, with this diversion I’m not sure where we can find one. Is it urgent?” “Sort of.” “I knew I should have had you travel in nappies, it would have made sense and the journey less of a trial.” “Mum, I’m not arriving and grandma and grandpa’s house wearing a nappy that’s for sure.” “Well, you also wouldn’t be sitting there fidgeting in your seats desperate for a toilet now would you?” Shrugs “From the looks of both of you... Barry, I think you’d better find a place soon. Doesn’t this SatNav tell you where services are?” “Press that button. There, yes a petrol station in five miles.... can you boys hold on for then... about ten or so minutes?” “Yes dad.” “How about you Geoffrey, can you?” “I’ll just have to.” “Oh Christ look at that sign.” “Village Carnival” “Maggie, see if there’s an alternative way... I’m worried that we’ll meet another tailback as soon as we reach the next ... see... the traffic is already slowing down.” “Take the next right.” “Are you sure Maggie, that doesn’t seem a main road.” “It’s not but it should take us around the village and bring us on to a minor road that leads to...” “Good thinking.” “Dad, can we just stop at the side of the road I’m bursting.” “Yes, but this road is too narrow just to stop anywhere I’ll have to find a place to pull in.” “Please hurry dad.” “Kevin, I’m looking...” “There’s a gate up ahead pull in there.” Two minutes later “What a relief.” “Muuumm.” “What is it Kevin?” “I was too late.” “Oh Jesus, look at your pants... they’re drenched.” “Sorry mum I, I...” “I think a nappy would have been a better proposition than that... don’t you think?” Shrugs unhappily “Geoffrey, did you manage everything...” “No problem. Oh Kev, back to being the baby of the family eh?” “Shurrup.” “Or should that be - back to being the grumpy baby of the family.” “Yes shut up and stop picking on your brother. Okay sweetie, we’ve only brought one change for tonight’s party and I’d rather not let you wear them for the moment. So here, slip into these dry boxer shorts and they’ll have to do for the time being.” “Mum.” “Look love there’s no alternative... and I want you to sit on this towel... just in case.” “You can just pull it up between your legs, a couple of pins and hey presto...” “Muuuummm.” “Stop whining Kevin and do as your mother says I don’t want you dripping all over the back seat and you Geoffrey, stop tormenting him. Now, are we all settled? Can we get moving? We’ve still got quite a way to go and we’re running late.” “Yes dad.” unhappy mumbles “Look, there’s a Tesco’s let me get a few bits and bobs before we get to your mum and dad’s place.” “It’s only a couple more miles can’t we do it later.” “Look, just drop me off and you and the boys can sit and wait, I’ll only be a couple of minutes... I don’t want to arrive empty handed.” “We’ve got them a present already.” “Yes I know but I’ve thought of something else so...” “OK, do either of you two want to go shopping with your mum?” “NO.” “That sounds like you’re on your own.” Fifteen minutes later “A bit busier than I thought it would be but I think I’ve got what’s needed.” “That looks an awfully big bag.” “Just open the boot and let me shove it in there for the time being.” “Right, last few miles and we should be there... I hope we’re not the last to arrive.” Ten minutes later “Hi grandma, Hi grandpa...” “Hello boys... my how you’ve grown.” “OK boys you’re in the back bedroom sharing with Denis and Greg. They’ve already claimed the beds so you’ll have to put your sleeping bags on the inflatable mattresses.... that alright?” “Sure grandma... (whispered) bloody Denis and Greg... wish we’d got here earlier. They’re younger than us we should have the beds.” “Let it go Geoff... first come etc...” “Yes but they’re only kids we should have the beds.” “It’s not the first time we’ve had to sleep in our sleeping bags... we can pretends we’re camping.” “Trust you Kev to see a plus side... I’m just saying...” Meanwhile downstairs mum and dad are in conversation “What’s in the big Tesco bag?” “Well, I bought a couple of bottles of champagne and some drinks for the kids... but mainly I bought a bag of disposables...” “Oh Maggie why?” “What, after today you don’t think they need them?” “No, it’s been very fraught and a long drive... accidents happen.” “I don’t want to see them wetting the bed...” “Sleeping bags.” “OK, sleeping bags in front of the other kids... it’ll be just too damned embarrassing for them.” “And don’t you think wearing disposables also sends out the wrong message to their cousins? I mean, for one I don’t think we’d get them to wear one and two, I don’t think it would come to that... they both seem determined to stay dry.” “Well ok, but, if they wet again...” “Geoffrey didn’t wet and Kevin just soaked his pants at the last moment... I’m sure they’ll be fine.” “In the meantime, I’ll just pop Kevin’s wet pants in the washer so he has something to wear tomorrow other than just a pair of boxer shorts.” “Yes, you saw how embarrassed he looked meeting his granny and grandpa dressed like that but think how much worse it would have been if you’d made him wear a nappy.” “Other guests have started arriving and the garden’s filled up, I suppose we’d better join in. 6am the following morning Whisper “Geoff, Geoff....” “What?” “I think I’ve had an accident.” “You think?” “Erm, no... I... erm... err... it can wait.” “Go back to sleep and don’t wake the others up.” 8am “Hey Greg did you hear Kevin telling Geoff that he’d had an accident in his sleeping bag? “It doesn’t surprise me... I heard one of them pissed themselves coming here... so they’re just a couple of big babies.” “But they’re older than us.” “Makes no difference... I always thought Kev was a bit of a dweeb... and Geoff... he’s a bit of a bully...” “Has he been nasty to you?” “Not this time but in the past he’s been a jerk.” “A jerk and a dweeb - a couple of pant-wetters.” (Ha-ha) “WHAT DID YOU CALL US YOU COUPLE OF LITTLE FREAKS?” “Erm, er, umm, nothing.” “Yes you did you little scummy rats...” “Well you’re a bed-wetter so there.” “Don’t talk stupid...” “Here, feel this... your sleeping bag... soaked... so who’s not a bed-wetter now?” “Fuck off.” “Hey, that’s swearing... I’m gonna tell mummy.” “Yes run to mummy... who’s the little baby now?” “MUMMY.” Several hours later “Look lads it’s a long trip home don’t you think you should wear a disposable under your jeans?” “Not on your life. I wouldn’t be found dead in one.” “Kevin, how about you?” “No way, I’ve already been embarrassed once today so... no.” “Don’t bother the boys Maggie, let’s just get off. Everything’s packed and...” “OK boy’s time to go... say bye to everyone.” “Bye grandma, bye grandpa... bye... bye...” Two hours later “Mum, is there anything to drink?” “Yes, your gran gave us a few bottles and sandwiches to take.... now I’ve got Ribena, Apple Juice and... water. And it looks like Coronation Chicken sandwiches... no there’s also ham... and cheese?” “Apple juice for me please.” “That means Ribena for you Kevin... is that OK or would you rather have water... and do you want it now?” “Yer.” “Yer what?” “Yes, Ribena pleeeaassse.” “That’s better young man. Does our illustrious driver fancy a water?” “Yes, water pleeeaassse.” “Ahhh very funny.” Two hours later looking in the rear-view mirror “Look at the two of them sparked right out in the back there.” “I’m not sure anyone got much sleep last night... your mum and dad know how to throw a party.” “It was a great night I’m glad we made the effort. The boys weren’t too bored were they? “No, err, you just keep your eyes on the road... but did you know that Kevin wet his sleeping bag last night?” “Good God no.” “Yes and their cousins found out and called them both babies so you can imagine...” “But surely Denis is only just out of nappies himself and Greg’s what, eight?” “Denis is eight, Greg’s ten...” “Oh bloody hell no wonder they’ve been in a mood all day.” An hour later “What’s that smell, wind your window up.” It is up... bloody hell somebody has been spreading muck on the fields.” “But there aren’t any fields around here...” “Oh no... look at the back seat. Kevin’s wet and so is... wake up you two...” “What, wwwhhatt is...” “You’re soaked. You both are. What the hell... and Geoffrey... have you shi.... messed your pants?” “Oh for Christ’s sake... “ “No, no, no... I’ll never get the piss and shit out of the fabric...” “Pull over Barry?” “We’ve only got about fifteen minutes till we’re home... it will have to wait.” “Push this towel under yourself Geoffrey... and here’s one for you Kev... oh that’s a mess.” “What the HELL guys.” Home “Right you two... I suggested you might need a disposable for the long journey back but you both said ‘NO’... correct?” “Mum I need to get out of these pants they stink.” “Yes I know... this isn’t the time for recriminations so you go to the bathroom first. Dump you stuff, after you’ve rinsed as much of the crap out, take a shower and then wait for me.” “Mmmuummm.” “Don’t you dare start - your father’s out scrubbing away at the seat fabric desperately trying to... I don’t know what but if he can’t get the stain out...?” “Mum.” “Yes Kevin I know but you’ll have to wait for your brother to finish... you’re not as bad... but don’t sit anywhere. In fact, go to your room and take all your clothes off and I’ll be up in a minute.” “Mum it was an accident.” “I sincerely hope so... get yourself cleaned up but wait.” “Wait for what?” “Go on. You in the bathroom Geoffrey and you... on second thoughts... to the kitchen... I think I’ll put your stuff straight in the washer. Go.” Ten minutes later “Those stains are going to take ages to get rid of... I’ll phone around tomorrow and see if I there’s anyone who can get it clean.” “Hopefully, it’ll just be a clean and sanitize job. If not, I’m sure there’ll be some industrial fluid or something that will work. ” “You warned me about them. You said they should wear nappies and I foolishly ignored what...” “Well only because they’ve both been having problems for the past few days. Look, I know you’re pretty annoyed right now but I don’t think that they’re ready to spend a night without wearing some protection - especially as Kevin wet his sleeping bag last night.” “Mmmm, I forgot about that.” “I know you’re not keen on the boys wearing...” “Look love, I’ve been wrong about this on more than one occasion. If you think they need to have a layer of protection I’m certainly not going to argue with you. “Well I want them in disposables tonight as a safeguard but they’re both refusing to wear them.” “Are they indeed?” “So, if you could have a word that would be great.” Upstairs “So, you two think that wetting and messing yourselves and leaving a trail of destruction in the car means you’re grown up enough to make decisions of your own... well I’m not.” “But mum wants us to wear a nappy again and it was accidental.” “Look, I’m in no mood to argue so let me put it this way... either get that nappy and plastic pants on now or I’ll spank both your hides... and you’ll need a thick cushion to help take away the sting... your choice.” “But dad...” “I’ll be back in five minutes to check. If either of you aren’t wearing them you’ll both be in for it. Don’t mess with me tonight.” “But dad please... don’t...” “Kevin, come here. Do you want me to put it on for you?” “Erm, not really... I can....” “Pass me the oil and the powder. It’s like you’re two years old again and I’m having to change a couple of tots. Geoff, if you aren’t wearing the disposable mum gave you by the time I‘ve finished your brother than you’ll be over my knee...” “But daaaddd.” “You know I’m not joking and I’m angry so... are you sure you want to argue Geoffrey? Both of you... I don’t want to hear any more complaints.” Four minutes later “That’s better... and the plastic pants Geoffrey...” “Aaaarrggghhhh this is stupid. I’m too old for this... I’m not a fucking baby mum...this is embarrassing” “Language young man... have you or have you not just crapped your pants like a baby does?” (mumbles and blushes) “Yes, well, think on. Perhaps an early night for everyone isn’t a bad idea.” “Mum, this isn’t fair.” “Do you think that right now is a good time to annoy your father when he spent twenty minutes scrubbing down the back seat?” “No, but...” “Look love, tomorrow’s another day and after we’ve all slept on it I’m sure our judgement will become much clearer. Just for tonight sleep on it... I know it’s not very satisfactory but right now, this is something we think you both need... insurance if you like... so don’t fight us on it.” “This isn’t fair mum (mumble)” “Good night Kevin... oh I think he’s already asleep. Geoffrey, get some sleep but remember... you’ve both just messed your pants and jeans whilst sleeping... I think a nappy is the least you could expect.” “But it was an accident.” “Was it now?” Mum turns off the light and exits leaving the accusation unanswered #### ~~~~ #### ~~~~ ####

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A few days later, I was back at CIAO, working with Dana. I explained to her my Immatron trip. She just said, “Wow, I’m glad I don’t have one of those. Just this.” She lifted her skirt to show a small belt around her waist. “Nothing automatic, but my Mom has a remote she can push if she thinks I need it. It’s sort of like a dog’s shock collar. She doesn’t use it much.” We continued to work on interest rates, and a boy immie came up to us. “Hi, I’m Bill. I see you guys working on the studies. Is it possible to join you?” “What subjects do you need?” I asked. “Everything. I’m starting from scratch. It’s probably just a pipe dream that I’ll get a new determination, but I can hope." Mike relayed his story. He was a big-time jock in high school. He was a star football player and had his eyes on playing for the state university. Everything came easy to him because of his athletic status. He just didn’t expect they’d not make him an adult and let him play in college. The immature designation was devastating. College was out of the question, he didn’t even finish high school. Dana and I welcomed him. I told him we’d only done one previous unit, and he could easily catch up. We worked a bit and then adjourned to the lounge. I retrieved a couple of cokes for me and Bill and a diet for Dana. “So, do you mind being an immie?” I asked Bill. “Not so much. I regret the missed opportunity to play college ball, but there are some immie sports groups out there. I’m on a soccer team. How about you. I understand you only became an immie recently.” “Yeah, I had ten years of adulthood before I screwed it up. I think my wife conspired with my lawyer to push the decision, but she was probably right. I was not acting well. I found out from my parents that I may have only gotten my first determination because of them throwing a lot of money around.” Dana said her mother was always pushing her to become an adult. She did think it would be nice. She could move out of the house and get a job. Mostly, she said. She hated the condescension most gave to immies. One day you’re seventeen and normal, and then the next they treat you like you were two years old. “I think that’s the point,” I said. “The diapers, the clothes, much of the restrictions. It’s to put us in our place. It also is supposed to serve as a clear warning to growing children that they need to behave, or they’ll become like us.” I related several incidents of parents telling children that they don't want to end up like me. “I remember my mother telling me that’s why I had to learn to use the toilet,” Bill said. “Look where it got me. I’m back to diapers. Whatever control I gained at three, I’ve lost now.” “You’ve lost control?” I said. “It’s pretty common in immies,” Dana said. “Ten years of using diapers exclusively, you just lose the ability. At least my mom lets me poop in the toilet at home. Everything else goes in the diaper.” I explained that I had no access to the toilet. I sighed to myself. Was it inevitable that I’d be using the diaper uncontrollably? I remember the involuntary voiding when the Immatron fired. I shuddered. It was time to go home. I was heading out the door when a man called my name. “Hi, Josh. I’m Walter Downs, director of the center. Can I have a word with you?” I looked at my watch. I had time. “Sure.” “I see you working with Dana and now Mike.” “I was always good at social studies. I’m glad to help.” “I would really like to work on helping IAs get new determinations. It’s one of the reasons I came to work at the center. You may not know, but I was an immie, too. Went into the military. It took nearly eight years before I could get a determination. I stuck it out for twelve before I left the service.” “I’d like to get some people to teach some classes. Many IAs didn’t finish high school. Lots are deficient in the areas that are yardsticks for determinations. I’m trying to line up a math and English tutor as well. But if you can handle civics and finance, it would be a big help.” “I’d be glad to. I guess I should work up a syllabus. I’ve just been following along where Data is in her study guide.” “Great. Of course, you’ll have to run it by your guardian.” There it was. I was still an immie and needed Mary’s permission to do anything. “It shouldn’t be a problem. I told her I was helping Dana. I’ll have her give you a call.” We shook hands, and I went home to start on dinner. When Mary came home, I explained what I wanted to do. She liked it and said she’d call Mr. Downs. “I’m glad you’re meeting new friends at CIAO and AA.” A few days later, there was a knock at the door. A woman showed me an ID card. “I’m from the court. This is an official inspection for your probation. Is your guardian home.” “She’s at work. Would you like her number?” She called Mary, and I assume Mary consented to the inspection. I led the woman inside. She took a look around the living room. I showed her the kitchen and then my nursery. I showed her our old bedroom, now Mary’s room. I finally pointed out the bath. “I can’t go in there, it’s location restricted on my Immatron. The woman stuck her head in the bath for a second. Speaking of the Immatron. I’ll need to make a dump of that. I led her back to the nursery and unsnapped the crotch of my romper. I lifted it up so she could see the control box. She produced a laptop and plugged in as I had seen the doctor do. “You’ve got one disabling alarm,” she said. “I was riding the bus, and I missed my stop. I got the warning, but the bus couldn’t get stopped before it fired.” She seemed to accept that explanation. “One more thing before I go. I’ll need a urine sample.” “Can you take it from the diaper. I’m wet.” “I’m afraid not. Could you take the diaper off for me.” I got up on the changing table and pulled down the plastic pants, and took the wet diaper off. I set it aside, I’d put it in the pail in a second. The woman was now putting on gloves. She pulled several items from her briefcase. The first was a swab that she applied to the tip of my penis. She then opened a package and pulled out a red tube. “No!” I said, realizing what she was doing. “Please. I have the right under the terms of your probation to do this. Unless you’re ready to pee in this cup on demand, I have to. Don’t worry, this happens all the time with immies.” I cringed. Not saying anything more, she started the tube down my penis. It was uncomfortable enough, and when she pushed through the sphincter, it got worse. She collected her sample and then pulled it out. “There, that wasn’t so bad. I’m going to borrow your bathroom to wash my hands and then I’ll be on my way.” She left, I and I put on a fresh diaper and got dressed.

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”Honey” Jen my fiancee called from outside the bedroom. I was lying on the bed trying to maintain control of my bladder so that I would not wet my diaper for the third time that evening. ”Mia tells me you were a good boy tonight,” Jen said as she entered the bedroom. ”Oh, you look so cute in your sleeper” Mia had dressed me in a blue, white and red striped, zip-up, drop seat sleeper, earlier that night when she double diapered me for the evening. ” I halfta use the potty mommy” I whined to Jen as she walked over to me and sat down on the bed. ”Now baby, Mia told me you already had a few accidents earlier tonight when you were playing, and you know the potty is off-limits for the next few weeks as we sort out whether or not you are ready to go back to using it.” ”but mommmmyyyy, I really have to go!” I whined again as Jen unbuttoned her blouse and removed the clasp on her nursing bra. Jen pulled me into her breast and coaxed me to nurse before she continued. ”Baby just relax, after your feeding, if you still have to use the toilet we can discuss it further.” Jen and I both knew that by the time I was done nursing I would have wet as well as probably messed my diaper as this was becoming my regular feeding routine. I clenched down harder as I nursed and began to whimper softly as I sucked. I could feel the pressure begin to build in my stomach and begin to slowly lose control as the warm liquid gently flowed out of me and into my already drenched diaper. Jen stroked my hair and began to praise me. ”Such a good baby wetting his diaper for mommy.” Pulling me closer into her breast. It seemed Jen now instinctively knew when I was using my diapers. ”You see baby, mommy knows what is best for her little boy” At that moment I lost all control and resigned myself to wetting the diaper completely. As the disposable reached its limit I could feel the warm liquid trickle past the leg guards and begin to soak into the snap-on cloth cover which had been placed overtop by Mia earlier. Jen reaches down and slipped a finger into the leg opening of my diaper through the drop-seat in the sleeper. ”My, my baby you are sooo wet... You’re sopping.” Jen pulled her hand out and moved it to the front of the diaper and began to stroke me through the sodded padding. ”Does this feel good baby?” Jen asked as she continued to kneed the padding into my hard dick. I could feel the pressure continue to build towards in my bum as Jen continued to stroke and massage the swollen padding. I squirmed in Jen's arms and she recognized immediately what the problem was. ”Does my baby have a sore tummy?” Jen inquired moving her hand upwards towards my lower abdomen. I whimpered again with Jen's breast still in my mouth. ”Baby go ahead and use your diaper, that is what they are for.” Jen said continuing to rub my tummy. The pressure continued to build in my bottom as she rubbed and pushed gently. I tried to control myself but after a moment the pressure became too much and I felt the diaper begin to expand at the back as the warm mess made its way into the seat of my diaper. ”Such a good boy following mommies instructions. See there is no need for you to worry about the potty right now.” Jen moved her hand back down to the front of my diaper and began to rub again. ”Are you going to make another mess for mommy?” Jen asked as she resumed rubbing me through the soddened padding. I could feel the mess in the seat of my pants begin to cool and while Jen's hand felt so good I was utterly humiliated at the moment. I continued to whimper and cry softly as Jen stroked me over and over. It felt so good that I thrust my hips up to meet her hand. The mass is my seat being pulled away as I did. ” I want to cum so badly mommy,” I said to Jen before she pulled me back towards her breast. ”Keep nursing baby. We need to make sure we replace everything you have been putting out today” she chuckled. I could feel the warm breast milk slipping down my throat with a sweet taste that only Jens breasts could bring me. My load continued building inside me and the pleasure we so intense that I winced as Jen continued to rub the wet material into my swollen member. All at once I pulled away from Jen's breast and cried out in pleasure as warm loads pulsed from my raging dick. ”Mommies baby certainly enjoyed himself didn't he.” My bottom came smashing down into my mess causing it to spread towards the leg gatherers as I collapsed into Jen’s arms. ”Come on Baby.” Jen coaxed as she moved me back onto her breasts. ” Let us finish up and then we can change your bottom before bed.” As I relatched onto Jen’s breast she looked down at me and said:” I think you will be staying in diapers for quite a while.”

Hi - new to this site and a fairly new diaper lover. I recently discovered real adult diapers - the ones that are super absorbent and much bigger than the pull on types such as Depends. I LOVE the the feeling of my diaper getting warm and wet, while expanding on my private parts as the diaper swells. To enhance that feeling and to keep the large diaper from sagging, I have found that wearing a panty girdle over the diaper works great. Has anyone else tried this ?

Sorry this took so long yesterday was long and a bit of a blur hope to get a lot done the next few days and get a build up before posting a lot Part 3 A spanking more severe than the last ones was my punishment for being out of my crib. Mom removed my diaper, took me to the chair, and started vigorously laying the paddle to my painful red butt. All I could think about was my butt and the pain. When she finally stopped, I resigned myself to just do just what I was told, to go along with this expecting that it would never last long. She would make her point with me, get tired of her "project" and then let me be my grownup self again. Following her instructions, I laid on the changing table on my tummy. After she pulled my diaper off, she shoved something in my butt with a finger. She applied ointment all over the raw skin of my bottom and then turned me over. She laid two cloth diapers together and accordion folded them. I raised my hips again, she slid them under me, pulled them up between my legs and pinned them on with pink baby diaper safety pins. The diapers were a thicker bulk between my legs. She followed that with a pair of pink plastic pants, pulling them over both feet and wiggling them up and over the diaper. She let them snap in place around my waist and I felt both trapped and resentful at the same time. I felt as if the plastic pants represented my whole confinement and the reduction of status in my life. The cloth did feel warm and soft against my sore body, but I didn't like the sound the plastic pants made. It was pure humiliation to let her put me in these. She sat me up and I swung my legs over the side of the table. As I did so the plastic pants billowed out in front like a balloon as all of the air was pushed up and out by my movements. She gave me two pills and made me take them with water from a baby's tippy cup. As I tried put my legs together, I could feel the bulk of the diaper between my legs. I couldn't quite touch my knees together. She got a hairbrush and spent a long time untangling my mass of hair and getting it off of my face. She finished by putting it into a ponytail. When she got me down from the changing table, I could feel the inside of my thighs squeezing the diaper bulk together. The elastic on the legs of the plastic pants were very tight around my inner thighs. "We're going to step back a little further in your training at first, since you still don't understand who you are yet. Get down on your hands and knees, Crissie." I got down gingerly as it hurt to move around, the diapers pressing against my raw bottom. She opened the gate to the playpen and told me to crawl in. She shut the gate and clipped some type of lock on it. There was carpeting on the floor, so it felt warm, but when I tried to sit it hurt too much, so I rolled on my side. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Be good." She then left but this time didn't close the door. I stood up for a while, the tops of my shoulders just even with the top edge of the playpen. I could rest my head on the edge without having to lean forward very much. She returned after a while, unlatched the gate, then went, and sat on the chair. She said, "Crawl over here to mommy." I almost screamed thinking I might be getting another round of spanking, but I crawled over somewhat obediently. She had me sit in her lap, rather than lay across. That gave me a sigh of relief. I lay back in her arm and she pulled me close to her body. She then gave me a pink baby bottle with some weird dandelion tea in it. It took me a little while to get the rhythm of sucking and swallowing. I felt really silly in her arms sucking on a bottle with her slowly rocking me. It felt good to be against her warm body since I still had only a diaper on. My nipples had been hard for some time, and even though I don't have any breasts to speak of, the nipples are still extremely sensitive. When I was finished, she put me back in the crib, took my glasses off, left the room, and locked the door behind her. I laid there awhile trying to make out my room, but it was just a complete blur. Not even an hour later I had to poop really bad, I wanted to use the toilet but knew I was locked in the room. I also didn't want to chance being caught out of the crib again. I held it in as long as I could but soon, I had strong cramps followed by several squirts that filled my diaper. The feeling of pooping myself was disgusting to me, and I started to cry. I hated the sticky glob in my crotch. My mother must have heard my crying because she came in the room. She reached through the bars of the crib and put her hand on the back of my diapers to check them. I told her I needed to be changed, but she refused. She pushed her hand against the back area to smoosh it in. It really felt awful. "No, I want you to get used to the feeling of a full and wet diaper. And you will, remember those pills I gave you?" "Yes, mommy." I said scared of what she might do. "Well, one of those was a strong laxative, and the other a diuretic which makes you pee, and the dandelion tea is also a diuretic. I want my baby wetting and pooping herself as much as possible until I'm sure you're thinking and acting like a baby. You'll stay in only a diaper for right now, maybe later we'll get you dressed." I realized I was in for a bad experience and started to cry again. She had me sit up (I could feel the poop oozing around my cheeks and in my crack) and take some more pills, this time three. Mom hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. "This time you got a laxative, a diuretic, and the last one was a sleeping pill. It will help you sleep this afternoon just like a baby. You'll have a little something to eat when you wake up." She then closed the crib, turned away and left the room, locking the door once again. It took awhile before I feel asleep, but once I did, I was out cold. I didn't wake up on my own. Mom came in as the afternoon sunshine was fading and woke me. She got me to the chair again and started to give me a bottle of milk (or so I thought at first). My first taste told me it was most likely formula. It tasted warm, thick, and blah. I started to push it away. "Now, now. Babies must have lots of good formula filled with vitamins. You need to have good things to eat and drink to make you strong and healthy." She pushed in firmly between my lips. "Drink up, sweetie." After a few swallows I begin to get a little used to it. I could feel my diaper oozing between my legs and over my bottom; it was cool and sticky. As I got near the middle of the bottle, I begin to fall asleep again. The sleeping pill was way too much for my small frame. Mom had to keep shaking me gently and coaxing me to finish the bottle. When I got through, I thought she'd let me sleep again; I was so tired still. However, she pushed another warm wet nipple between my lips. She fed me a second bottle of formula all the while shaking me and patting my bottom to keep me awake until I finished. Finally, with her support, she had me walk over and get on the changing table. She pulled off the plastic pants and the smell from my diapers overwhelmed the room. I felt like it was finally over, and she would clean me up and put my real clothes back on. She unpinned the diapers, washed me thoroughly in front, all between my legs, and my entire bottom. She had me pull my legs up and apart so she could clean everything on my backside. The baby wipes smelt good and masked some of the poop smell, although they were a little cold and clammy feeling on my skin. Once mom was satisfied, she brought out 2 new diapers and stacked them together. I noticeably groaned at the sight of them. "Ohhh, is baby Crissie still having tummy cramps, hmmm, sweetie?" she said. "No, mommy. I just thought I could wear my underwear again." She smiled at me like any adult smiles at a two-year-old. "Oh, sweetie. You aren't old enough for girl panties. The diapers are just right for you, so you don't make messes. I told you, you will get used to these, because you will not use the potty until you're old enough for it." Being so tired and worn out for the day's ordeal, I begin to whimper again. She began to coo at me while continuing to pull the diaper under me. The more she cooed the more I cried. I couldn't help it, I felt like I was falling into a deep hole and wasn't going to be able to ever climb out. She poked another suppository in my butt, pinned the diapers tightly and pulled on the plastic pants (imprisoned again), and leaned over and hugged me tightly. "There, there. You'll be all right, Mommy's here. I'll take good care of you. You look so pretty in your nice clean diapers and pretty pink pants." She was so soothing and calm I begin to slowly settle down. I felt the plastic pants with my hands, rubbing the diapers underneath and feeling the bulk around my body, down between my legs. It was like wearing a super gigantic pad, only I didn't have my period. She fed me two more bottles of formula while I lay in her lap on the chair again. I got a few more pills, then back in the crib. I vaguely remember her coming in later and going through the whole routine again. She had wanted me pooping and I was now a pooping machine. I did not see my mother again that night. I was left alone in my crib, to wet and mess myself throughout the night. I slept very deeply until my tummy would cramp and wake me up. I would poop or pee some more and go right back to sleep. By morning I had filled my diaper beyond the limit, and the pee was leaking on my crib, the room smelled of my poop. When my mother finally came in, she had to open all of the windows. I was very groggy. I didn't say a word, after what had happened the day before, I decided to be a good baby and get this over with as soon as possible. I wanted to be a teenager again, not a baby. I wished I had never gotten that damned video and had never played with myself. At that moment I couldn't even imagine playing with myself, reaching inside the messy diaper. Yecchh! "How's my little one today, huh? My gosh, you're very red," my mother said a little surprised as she unpinned my diaper and cleaned me up. It took her a long time get me all wiped down; my poop was all over my back and front. "I guess my baby has a diaper rash as well as a very raw bottom. Mommy will take care of that for you." She got a tube of Desitin from one of the drawers of the dresser, and spread it over my backside, between my legs, and front. Then I was powdered for the first time. The powder smelled so good after the stink. She powdered my chest and underarms, smoothing it in with her warm hands. It felt wonderful having my chest rubbed; not sexually, but just physically. I was diapered and covered in plastic pants, confined yet again. She got me down from the table, had me face her and put one leg up at a time around her waist as she hooked her arms under them. I put my arms around her neck, lay my head on her shoulder, and she carried me out of the nursery while patting my plastic covered bottom. "You were very good and cooperative today, so you may watch TV this morning, but only the tapes I got you, and if you're bad it's back to the nursery, understood?" "Yes, mommy." She put my glasses on me and I was soon sitting on the living room carpet in front of the TV watching a Barney tape. I was so worn out from yesterday and I was still drowsy from the sleeping pills; my mind was numb, and Barney just melted into my subconscious. Mommy finally came for me and had me crawl into the kitchen. Sitting next to the dining table was a highchair. I winced at the sight of it; she had thought of everything. This was going to be more difficult to get out of than I had thought. She helped me up into the chair. "Put your hands on your legs, sweetie," she requested. As I did, she put the tray over my arms and locked in place, snug against my body. "Just keep your arms under there for right now." Not that I had much choice, I would have to squirm quite a bit to get them free. She then tied a pink bib around my neck. It had baby bears in diapers on the front; at least it covered my bare chest. She went to the counter and brought back 2 bowls and set them on the table. She sat in a chair in front of me and took a spoonful from one with oatmeal. "Open up wide," she smiled. She had used a larger serving-type spoon. It wouldn't go completely into my mouth and as I tried to close around it to get the oatmeal, I could feel some dripping off. I quickly realized that she had done this on purpose as after a few spoonful’s I knew I was covered with oatmeal all around my mouth. It didn't matter to me at that moment, it tasted so good since I hadn't had any solid food the day before. She then alternated the oatmeal with warm applesauce. She would scoop the dribbles down my chin with the spoon and push it back in my mouth. I really felt stupid with food all over my face. When she had finally given me the last of the food ("All gone!" she said, like to a baby), she got a warm wet washcloth and wiped my face down. She then warmed up a bottle of formula in the microwave, came back, sat down and held it to my mouth for me to suck. "I like taking care of you, Crissie. I like having a baby again," she told me. I tried to reply and turned my head to get the nipple out of my mouth, but she wouldn't let me. "No, finish your bottle. Be good now, ok?" So, there I was, I had to pee and began to let it flow, sitting in a babies high chair with a bib around my neck, being fed a bottle by my crazy mother. And yet, as much as I hated it and how she was treating me, I couldn't help but feel different inside. I couldn't put my finger on that feeling. I could feel the warm pee soaking my diaper. I could feel the warmth through the plastic pants with my hands under the tray. She got me down and had me crawl back to the bedroom and into the playpen. I spent the rest of the morning there while mom went back and forth past my door and down the hall doing odd chores. She would check on me every few minutes making sure I was still in the playpen and ok. She had left a small teddy bear and some teething rings in the playpen. I held them a bit and even chewed on one just for something to do. I drifted in and out of sleep as the sleeping pills continued work on me. The rest of that day went pretty much the same: napping, peeing, pooping, suppositories, several pills after a gooey baby lunch, afternoon naps, a gooey dinner, bottles, more pills, sleeping all night.

Diapers!!!! - You just have to say it once and a while

Hi. My name is Greg. I have had to go back into nappies/pads 24/7 as the tablets I have for my heart condition are working extremely well, but have left me with an overactive bladder, and also having to open my bowels as soon as I get out of bed in the morning. The nappies/pads are very helpful, soft and comfortable on the skin. More importantly, they give me reassurance. As I am disabled and retired early from work, I have care twice a day (morning and evening) and the care staff in Sheffield tell me I have done the right and brave thing. This means I can go away on holiday (with a carer) without fear. I also feel more confident and comfortable in myself- it is going to be lifelong. So what? I have been lucky enough to get a regular supply from the NHS, and have to contact the Continence Service in Sheffield about 12 days before I run out. Once I came to terms with the fact that I needed this 24/7. and that I wasn't a baby (I am 58), I got used to them, and accepted them. It is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of!! Hope this helps!

Week 6 of my house-arrest and I pause to consider the “Lord of the Flies” - like devolution of my life despite tidying my study. I’ve stopped getting up early. My wife is still working in the city and so starts most days at 6am. Until recently, I would similarly do so out of some curious sense of solidarity. Since my commute is now only 8 meters down a hall, I would find myself starting work out of sheer boredom at 7am. That’s gone out the window. There isn’t THAT much to do and sitting in my study for 11 hours is far from attractive. I realise that I might be similarly unattractive in other parts of the house but it's my study chair: more on that later. Instead, I remain in bed, sloth like until something like 8am most week days. As a consequence, more often than not my diaper is messy as well as wet upon arising because there just doesn’t seem to be any point in getting up to use a toilet or denying myself the relief. I have no interest in faecal incontinence but nor am I sufficiently precious that I’ll make any special effort to keep an already-wet disposable clean so long as I am rash-free and inoffensively on my own. The "me" clean-up (the nappy is usually a write-off) is surprisingly easy as it takes place in my morning shower. Depending upon how close to leaking I think my night nappy may be, I may not even immediately change upon arising but rather log-on to work at around 8:30am and maybe take care of a meeting or two: in a full nappy, like a kind of private joke. I do NOT store messy used adult nappies in my study nappy bin: they go bagged directly to outdoor trash receptacles. It occurred to me this as I was changing myself this morning (at a break around 10am) that since the closure of gyms, I am now experiencing ZERO nappy-free time. All I do now is change nappies and even this is now more often than not, only happening twice per day. This is part economy and part sloth. A high capacity nappy can easily last 12 hours. There is effectively no dry time for my nappy zone but things seem ok down there. I’ve taken to wearing ABU Simples under capacious plastic pants during the day to deal with their inevitable leakage or, if I am not planning some exercise, maybe cloth. For weeknights, I will put on a BetterDry after my late afternoon 5km constitutional. Just before bed, I will pull a Babykins terry-lined waterproof on over the already-somewhat-WetterDry and that combination is bullet proof until morning. A couple of nights per week I will wear cloth. I’ve switched back to limiting cloth nappy use somewhat as I know my wife can smell my wet cloth nappies at least a bit and the laundry is a pain to deal with without a teenager spotting it. EVERY night now seems to be a “have no distinct recollection of where all that pee in my nappy came from” night. This slide seems to have accelerated rapidly over the last six or so weeks. I still don’t think I’m 100% bedwetting but more that it’s become so normal for me to pee on stirring that I’m no longer noticing when I’m doing it. I’m still loving my newfound ability to sleep in as my bladder is no longer disturbing me. Instead I awake every morning to find that this problem has mysteriously already been dealt with. Strangely, irrespective of the extra sleep, I’m often tired during the day and my motivation levels are seriously low. There are things I *could* be doing for work and yet I’m not. I think there is a mental as well as an economic cost to all of this. I’m VERY, VERY bored (reflected in WAY too much DD time) and my lower back is killing me. I’ve long since discovered that my home office chair whilst comfy for short periods, is not doing my lumbar region any good at all in the face of 10 hour stretches. It’s also disintegrating. The horrible fake-leather-stuck-to-fabric stuff is peeling away on the armrests. Pieces of it are scattered around my study floor carpet like some kind of black snow, adding to the general sense of decay. When seat coating gives way, it will have to go. My bum is not 100% reliably dry these days and once that chair is no longer a “wipe it clean” proposition, we’re through… Pee-soaked chair fabric in a warm study will NOT be tolerated, not even by me. Teenager has a gaming chair that seems to have half-decent lumbar support and real leather. I may investigate this chair further. It occurred to me that with the possible exception of nappies, my current life style must be something like that which Julian Assange’s resembled holed up in Ecuador’s London embassy. Still, he probably dreams about being back in that embassy right now which is an important parable: things could be worse.

Sooooo due to unforeseen things happening today i got wayyyyyyyy late on writing so ill post stuff once i can

I actually bought my first ever bras this past month after years of wearing panties. I even think I got the sizing right! 46B. It feels wonderful to wear them! It just gives me an even more secure feeling!

@Winnie Cooper I did the same thing: I did that for 2 reasons: 1 was because I wanted to be sure that people knew that I was 18+. The second reason is because of the perks - One of them is the additional Message Capacity, another is a Name Change - I feel that this site is worth the investment, and since I am on the internet a lot, it makes sense to bolster the capacity a little bit. Additionally DD is an awesome guy who has a site that I have been lurking on for years, and I finally made the decision last year to create my account, and sign on - The rest is history. I will definitely reup my "Baby Banker" for 2021 - It is worth it, and I am glad that I can be with and talk to people of similar beliefs Take Care, Brian

Chapter Ten It didn’t take long before Patrick was fully erect once more, sliding his thick member into my wife who was sitting on top of him. She moaned as it went inside her and she started to rock back and forth. I sat right next to them. I could touch her if I just moved my hand a little bit. I shifted my weight, feeling my stomach turning upside down. I knew I needed to mess, but the thought was embarrassing. It reminded me of the time that Patrick was the one who changed my messy diaper. My own dick was rock hard watching my mommy get fucked by her lover. I twisted about, unable to sit comfortably. I finally slid off the couch and crotched a little bit, unable to hold back, letting the mess slide into the back of the diaper, filling it all the way up. My cheeks burned as I sat back down, feeling as the mess spread across my bottom. I thought maybe I got away with it, as I sat there on the couch in my messy diaper, but it wasn’t long before I heard my wife laugh. “It seems,” she said through her grunts and moans, “that my little boy had an accident.” She turned her head and looked at me and I quickly looked away. “Hold on,” she told Patrick as she stopped, “I have to check my little boy.” She slid off her lover as she made her way over to me, forcing her hand to push me over, causing my bottom to stick out. She stuck her finger at the back of my diaper and pulled, peaking in to see the mess that I just created. “Tsk tsk,” she said with a shake of her head, “I didn’t give you permission for this.” With that she left the room for a moment, soon returning with a small vibrator, turned it on full blast and stuck it inside of my diaper. It vibrated against my hard dick, and I bit my lip, letting a small moan escape my lips. “You better not cum,” she warned me, “or you’ll be in big trouble.” I squirmed when she said those words, how was I not supposed to cum with a messy bottom, watching my wife fuck my best friend AND have this vibrating against my dick? It seemed like the ultimate disaster waiting to happen. My wife made her way back to Patrick and bent down and kissed him, before she went on all four on the couch, without saying a word, her ass and vagina up in the air, dripping. Patrick laughed as he turned to me, gave me a wink, before he got on his knees and started to pound my wife doggy-style. It sent a shiver down my spine. I shifted my weight, feeling the mess spread even more with every little movement. I watched as my mommy got pounded, her moans were getting louder. It rang in my ears as I tried my best not to cum inside my diaper, but between the vibration of the vibrator on my crotch, the wet messy diaper spread across my bottom and watching my wife having sex, it was almost too much to bear. Most of the time I was able to control myself and obey, but this was just one of the times I was driven to the edge and there was no coming back down. It was too late by the time they finished; I had already came in my diaper. I was panting slightly. I knew I was going to be in trouble. “Lay down on the ground.” My wife said, panting, sweat pouring from her body as Patrick got off of her. I did as I was told and slide onto the ground. She leaned over me, pressing her hands against my crotch, when she frowned. “Did you cum?” She asked me. I shook my head no, even though I knew she already knew the answer. She could feel the limpness of my dick in my diaper, proof that I had did the forbidden act. I shook my head no, once more. She took a deep breath and sighed. “I’m going to ask you one more time and you better tell me the truth. You’re already going to be in a lot of trouble.” “Yes…” I said sheepishly. “I’m…sorry. I couldn’t help it.” “Get up,” she said, her voice was cold and I knew I better listen. I stood up, “turn around and bend.” I did as she was told. “Patrick, hand me your belt.” She instructed. I couldn’t see what was going on, but I knew what was going to happen. My cheeks were red. Even with a diapered bottom, I knew it was going to sting a little bit. The belt came across my diaper bottom, which took most of the hit, but it still stung a little bit. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the belt hit me a few more times. “Tomorrow night is the party,” my wife said, “I don’t know what yet…but you will be punished in some way tomorrow night.” My cheeks grew red. What was she going to do? But, I knew I couldn’t talk back anymore or I would be in serious trouble. “Yes, m-mommy.” I replied. “Now lay back down so I can change your diaper.” She said. “Such a little man can’t even contain himself. Messing and Cumming in a diaper. Can’t imagine when your secretary thinks of this.” Her bringing up Tina just caused me to blush more as I laid back down, not able to look at my wife as she began to pull back the tapes on the diaper. She pulled it down to reveal the large mess (and cum) that was in my diaper. Her nose crinkled and she made a face. “Such a disgusting little boy,” she said as she took the front of the diaper and tried to wipe off as much as she could, before grabbing a hold of the wipes. “What kind of man messes his diaper? What kind of man allows his wife to fuck another man and ENJOY it?” Her words were music to my ears and I could feel my dick start to throb once more. My wife laughed as she poked my dick and shook her head. “You’re too easy,” she said as she began to wipe off the mess that I had left in my diaper. She had to use quite a few wipes before she set them aside and rolled up the used diaper. She grabbed a clean one and slide it beneath me, taping it up firmly against my hips. “There we go,” she said as she patted my bottom, “all protected from leaks now.” “I need to get going,” Patrick said as he leaned down and kissed her, “but I’ll see you tomorrow at the party.” “Sounds good,” she said with a grin. “It was fun,” he said as he turned to me and gave me a wink and a short laugh before he got dressed and left. “Come, it’s time for bed,” Jennifer said as she gathered the diaper to dispose of. I nodded my head as I got up from the floor. The two of us made our way into the bedroom and got ready for bed. Soon we were beneath the covers, her arms wrapped around mine. “You excited for tomorrow?” She asked with a giggle and I felt myself blush and sink into her arms. “I don’t know.” I said honestly. “I’m sure it will be exciting at work tomorrow too,” Jennifer said with a laugh as she kissed my cheek, “it will be all right, my love. You enjoy the kind of attention.” “Yeah, maybe,” I said, feeling myself shrink with every word she spoke. “Good night baby.” She replied as she nuzzled herself into me. “I love you.” “I love you too,” I replied, “goodnight, mommy.”

Having returned from the park with nobody any the wiser Sam has been put down for a nap. What happens next gives her some hope as the whole family go out on an unexpected trip to a place Sam knew well. --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to TWENTY-SIX EXCLUSIVE stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- It was a strange night for Sam who found it really tough to sleep with Abigail right behind her. It was a very strange situation for her and she was still trying to come to terms with how she felt about it all. She must’ve eventually fallen asleep though because she quite suddenly realised it was morning when she opened her eyes. Sam could feel an arm on her side and as she twisted her head around she saw it belonged to Abigail. Sam sighed, she couldn’t help but smile despite this little girl being the reason she was here. Little Abigail looked adorable and Sam did everything she could not to move and wake up the young child. Sam felt like she needed to pee and despite the awkward situation she found herself in she held her breath and relaxed as many of her muscles as she could. She was getting quite practiced at this skill and before long she could feel urine trickling out of her and into the diaper’s padding. Sam breathed out slowly as the trickle become slightly bigger and she wet herself like the baby she was supposed to be. Sam sighed as she felt her diaper area warming up and even after she finished wetting she could feel the heat continuing to spread around the padding. She had to admit that the feeling of warmth was exceptionally calming and comfortable, it was a feeling she had grown very accustomed to since she arrived in this home. Sam laid there listening to the world waking up for about half an hour before the door to the nursery opened up and Karen walked in dressed only in her dressing gown. When she walked over to the crib and saw the scene inside she couldn’t help but smile widely, it was such an adorable sight to see her two baby girls in such a peaceful situation. The previous day, or at least the part after they had got home, provided the template for the little family. Sam’s days were spent playing with Abigail, eating with Abigail and napping with Abigail. In fact, Sam was now with Abigail nearly every moment of the day. It was sometimes difficult for Sam to get used to having a “sister” and at times she couldn’t help but feel jealous when Abigail got all the attention from the adults. The more time that passed the more Sam accepted being just a baby girl. After a few weeks Sam began to accept that Karen and Mark had managed to kidnap Abigail successfully. There had been tension to begin with and every knock on the door was potentially the police coming by to arrest them, Sam hoped and hoped but it was always just a family friend or something. Sam would stay quiet because she completely believed that Karen wasn’t lying, if she tried to tell one of the visitors who she was it would be ignored and then punished. Karen had driven this point home over many weeks. Sam found it hard to believe that two kidnappings had taken place from near the same place and yet no one had any information. She knew people must be missing her but, rather morbidly, after all this time they might assume the worst had happened. They almost certainly wouldn’t think she was having to play the role of a two-year-old permanently. Sam simply learnt to stop thinking about leaving in any way. It was obvious neither of the adults were going to let her go and there were simply no opportunities for escape. On the occasions they went out as a family Sam was usually strapped into the stroller or watched like a hawk. Her tongue would always be numbed by the foul tasting drugs and she presented to the world like any other toddler. Abigail became Sam’s best friend. If the real child believed anything was wrong with the situation she hid it well. She seemed delighted to have someone to play with all day and over time quickly started bossing Sam around, they always had to play the games she wanted to. Sam let her get her way since it kept her happy and she rarely cared about what silly game she played. Mark and Karen clearly loved that Abigail had someone to keep her company as well. They started making some changes to the nursery and put a second crib in there. Sam soon had her cot to herself again which was nice, they really were too small for two people. There were more toys, more clothes and more everything else. Mark and Karen really spared no expense in turning the nursery into a room any baby girl would be proud of. Sam soon grew used to her routines and she stopped resisting quite as much. Eventually she learned to stop arguing and that it was better to do as she was told, that meant keeping her mouth quiet. There were times when Sam was quiet for so long she couldn’t even remember when the last time she had said something was. Sam watched the seasons change and as the outside world grew colder and darker she was glad to be kept inside in the cosy and warm house. Christmas came around and Sam watched from the playpen as the tree and decorations were set up. When the day itself rolled around Sam unwrapped a brand new baby doll whose unique selling point appeared to be that it used diapers, this fact wasn’t lost on the long-diapered girl. Karen and Mark had completely stopped talking to Sam as if she were an adult and treated her just like a baby. Sam got so used to life like this that she increasingly forgot that she had ever been anything but a baby. It would be impossible to forget forever but Sam found herself looking back at her past life less and less. Slowly but surely she came to accept her position as a baby. There was something different happening as the snows of winter gave way to the warmer days of spring. Karen and Mark seemed a lot busier and as Sam watched the world go by she soon realised exactly why so many things were being packed into boxes. They were moving house. Sam was never told where they were supposed to be going or when the date of the actual move would be but she could see it was getting closer. Whilst she played house with her dolls with Abigail she would watch preparations being made by the anxious adults. When Sam woke up one morning to find the diaper supplies being packed she knew it must be the day of the move. “We’re moving.” Karen said unnecessarily as she lowered the side of Sam’s crib, “To Canada.” Sam was rather surprised that they weren’t just moving but also leaving the country. She thought about what this would mean as her diaper was changed. After so many months here she had lost hope of ever being rescued and going back to her old life, she wasn’t even sure if she could do that these days since she seemed increasingly dependant on her diapers, but moving to Canada would make it even harder for anyone to ever find her. Sam was loaded into her car seat alongside Abigail who seemed almost oblivious to everything. She clutched a stuff toy against her chest as the last of the bags was placed in the trunk of the car and watched the final preparations. She felt scared and as she looked out of the window and saw teenagers walking to school and adults heading for work, she thought about how she should be one of them and felt a fresh stab of melancholic loss. It had been a while since she felt like that. Mark and Karen climbed into the car a minute later and without any further ado they pulled out into the road to drive away. Sam watched her home of the last several months disappear with the “Sold” sign the last feature to fade away into the distance. Sam wondered how Mark and Karen planned to get her and Abigail into Canada when neither of them had a passport or any identification. The answer to that question came later that day when they pulled up at a motel less than ten miles from the Canadian border. Sam and Abigail were taken to a room where the family stayed for most of the rest of the day. The family spent a lot of their time trying to keep Abigail entertained when nearly all of her toys were still in the car or the trailer they were pulling. Both girls had messy diapers to change whilst in the room that evening and Sam could only lay back and allow herself to be changed like usual. She could tell that the parents were concerned and anxious and there was a brief moment after her change where both Karen and Mark were distracted by Abigail and she could see the door just feet away. It could’ve been the last chance she had to escape before they left the country and yet Sam didn’t climb off the bed. Her heart told her to run but her brain wouldn’t move, she pawed her dress with the mittens that she wore more often than not still after all these months. Why didn’t Sam make a run for it? There were several reasons. First and foremost she didn’t think she would be able to get away, with her short legs even a head start wouldn’t give her much time. Maybe she could get outside and yell for help but there was a good chance that anyone listening may think she was just a toddler having a tantrum. She knew a failed attempt would be devastating to her chances in the future, the punishments may never end. The other major reason for Sam staying put was something that she had been thinking about for quite a long time. It was something she had found hard to accept but maybe Mark and Karen were right and she would actually be much happier with them. Her time at school felt more like a daily battle against bullies and people who acted with condescension towards her, she never had many friends and she could never shake the feeling that she was a constant disappointment to her family. It was hard to tell if this was all Stockholm syndrome or if she truly would be better off with Karen and Mark who seemed to truly care about her. Sam wasn’t even sure she would be able to return to a normal life now. She had been treated as a baby nonstop for months and had grown to embrace that way of thinking, could she just turn her adult brain back on?

After about a 2 month break I'm back in the swing of things. Chapter 12 is a little shorter but I expect Chapter 13 to be out fairly soon as I am really on a roll at the moment. Hope you enjoy this chapter! Updated ODT, PDF and TXT versions of the story can be found at the bottom of the first post as always! Alright Here's Chapter 12! ---- Speaking of feelings, My body was getting a desperate feeling to use the bathroom. "Emmy!" "Emily!" "Evelyn!" I called out, usually they'd be in to help me with anything at this point. This time my call was not answered, not even a voice saying "be right there" or "hold on a second". 'God why does it have to be now?' I thought to myself, the urge to relieve myself getting stronger and stronger. Not wanting to give up that easily, I looked to see if there was any way I could pull down the bars of the crib, that way I might be able to make it to the bathroom. I look on the right side of the crib; nothing, looked on the left side; still nothing. looked at the front, nope. Finally looked at the back and noticed a lever that I could just barely reach, I grabbed hold of it and pulled as hard as I could, it took far more effort than I thought it would, but I finally heard the loud *THUD* sound of the crib bars falling to the floor. It was a pretty long drop, but I really didn't want to wet myself so I took the plunge and started climbing out of the crib until my hands we holding onto the side and my body was hanging down, at which point I let go. The fall wasn't actually as bad as I was expecting probably because I was bracing myself on the way down. I ended up landing on my rear, so that probably helped a little to cushion the fall. "What are you doing out of your bed?" I heard a voice coming from the room entrance. I was surprised to see Kaylee here, especially since she was the first person I saw this morning "Kaylee? What are you doing here?" "Emmy, Emily and Evelyn went out today and wanted me to stay in case you needed anything. Now it's your turn to answer my question, why are you out of bed? If you wanted out you should've called for someone to let you out, you could've hurt yourself." "I did call for someone to let me out, but no one came up and I really need to use the bathroom." "Wait, you aren't wearing a diaper?" "Ofcourse I'm not wearing a diaper, I'm an adult." "Your an adult huh? Than why do you sleep in a crib in a nursery?" "Because I rolled off of the guest bed while I was sleeping and I didn't want that to keep happening, this is the only other bed they had available." "Uhuh, than why were you in a stroller yesterday?" "Evelyn insisted because I wouldn't be able to keep up with Emmy. Now can I please go to the bathroom." "I'm not stopping you." Pushing myself up in a standing position and almost immediately I fell back down to the floor. 'that was weird' I thought picking myself back up into a standing position again, this time I was able to stay up for a good five or so seconds before falling back down. My legs felt weaker than usual, like they couldn't hold my body weight anymore. Thinking back I haven't used my legs more than a few times the entire time I've been staying here, everyone just carried me or had me sit in some sort of chair or stroller. My legs must've just stopped working due to lack of use. I looked back over at Kaylee who was laughing her ass off at my predicament. My cheeks turned bright red from embarrassment, after all that talk about how I'm an adult and I can't even walk on my own much less stand up. "Uhm, Kaylee could you help me to the bathroom?" "I thought you were an adult, last I checked adults could go to the bathroom on their own." "Listen you don't understand. I haven't used my legs since I got here, everyone has insisted on carrying me or pushing me in a stroller saying I couldn't keep up with them otherwise." "Uhuh, I'll tell you what, I'll help you use the potty if you admit that you're just a baby who can't take care of himself. I might not even tell Emmy, Emily and Evelyn about it, if you're good that is." "Kaylee please quit joking around, I really need to use the bathroom" "I wonder what Evelyn would do if she found out her guest shit and piss all over her floor while she was away. I can only imagine the pain and suffering she'd put that guest through, not to mention the massive cleaning bill he'd probably get in the mail." "Alright, Alright, I'm uh...helpless baby who can't take care of himself....happy?" crying "Aw I know sweetheart. Don't worry though Momma Kaylee will make it all better." Kaylee scooped me up into her arms cradling me like a baby. "Oh, I almost forgot." She reached into her bra pulling out a large baby's pacifier forcing it past my lips and into my mouth making sure to tie the two straps connected to it around my head so I couldn't spit it out. The pacifier was huge, it completely filled my whole mouth essentially gagging me and muffling my speech beyond recognition. "There, now let's deal with that little potty problem of yours." Once we were downstairs Kaylee walked right past the bathroom and opened a door to a room I had never been in before. The door opened up to another set of stairs going down into what I can only assume is the basement. The basement was pretty dark, not pitch black or anything but significantly darker than the rest of the house. Kaylee placed me face down on one of those wall mounted baby changing stations you see in public bathrooms and strapped down my arms, wrists and back to it preventing me from going anywhere. I noticed I could still move my legs and feet, I started to kick and scream but Kaylee quickly held my legs in place than proceeded to strip me of my pants and underwear. "Shh it's okay baby Momma Kaylee is just trying to help you." Kaylee said before strapping my legs to the changing station to where they were spread apart from eachother. "There that should do it. Just hold it in a little longer baby Momma will make it all better." I could hear Kaylee fiddling with something in the background right before I started to feel a tube of some sort enter my butthole. "MMMMMPH MMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHH" I tried to scream for help but the noise was muffled from the pacifier gag in my mouth. "It's okay baby this machine will suck all that yucky stuff right out of you." I could hear the click of a switch and suddenly felt that tube suctioning my insides. The feeling was sharp and painful I began whaling both from embarrassment and from the pain that I was being subjected to. It felt like the pain was never going to stop. ====End Of Chapter 12==== I hope you guys like what I did with this Chapter. If you have an comments/ideas/suggestions or simply want to say "" I'd love for you to comment what you have to say! Comments keep me motivated to continue writing these stories.

PART 2. My mother awakened me early the next morning. She pulled the heavy curtains back to allow tons of sunlight into my dark room; the first time they'd been opened in months. I thought she was going to blind me. I thought, "Okay, so getting up early and blinding me is her form of punishment. I can deal with it." However, immediately she instructed me to get up and take off my panties and T-shirt and to wait for her to return. I wasn't about to go naked in front of my mom after all these years, at least not since I was probably 7 or 8. From past punishments I was expecting a spanking, and, assuming that she was going to get a belt rather than use her hand, panties weren't going to make much difference on or off. I noticed that it was only 9:00! Since it was just the beginning of summer, I thought I would sleep in everyday until 11:00 or 12:00. This wasn't right. She returned moments later with a paddle; I had never seen it before, but the tag on the handle told me it must be new. She sat on my bed and told me to come to her. I walked slowly to her, and when I got close enough, she grabbed me by my arms pulling me down and over her knee. She wasted no time in pulling my panties down off my rump and started to paddle me. She struck fast and hard; I screamed in pain. This was the worst spanking I had ever gotten, and never before with a paddle. I think she whacked me 20 or 30 times. When she was done, I was crying, blubbering really, and my butt felt like it was on fire. She had covered every inch of my bottom and some of my legs as well. She released me, and I stood in front of her. I had tears streaming down my cheeks, nose running, my hair was all tangled from sleep and stuck to my wet face. She looked me straight in the eyes and said, "I thought I told you to take off your clothes? Do you want me to start over?" Within a second, I was naked and shaking, T-shirt and panties on the floor, trying to stop my tears and sniffling. I held my hands in front of me trying to cover my little bush. She told me that I had been very bad for a very long time, and the only thing she could do is start over. She told me that this person in black with the black mood to match was not her daughter. "Over the years, you have gotten worse and worse. I don't know what I did wrong, but somewhere I messed up. But I am going to try again. Understand?" "No, I don't," I said meekly, and I meant it. I was clueless as to what she had in store for me. "Well let me explain, as of today you are no longer eighteen, you are two-years-old. You are to be a two-year-old. You can walk and talk, but still have to rely on your mommy to take care of you. I will be taking care of your every need.” "I figure during your TERRIBLE TWO's must be where I went wrong, that's where the foundation of knowing right and wrong begins. Knowing how to act and behave and communicate with others. I think that's where life's development begins so we're going to do it all over again, and I will make sure you, know that we do it right this time. This paddle will also make sure you do it right. Now come with me to your room. And don't be concerned with covering yourself up with your hands, babies don't know any better." Well, at that moment I didn't care and didn't want anyone else seeing me naked, even if it was my own mother. I was already becoming belligerent and regaining my composure from the swatting, and all too quickly responded, "But mom, I'm old enough to take care of myself, I'm not going to be a little girl again, and besides, we ARE in my room." Mom moved so quickly that I didn't even have time to react before she grabbed my arm and pulled me back to the bed and over her knees again. She renewed the paddling and it didn't take many swats for me to want it to stop. I couldn't fight her and surrendered. "Now, you speak to me nicely, you always call me 'Mommy', and you never doubt my words or commands. Understood? Do you understand, Crissie?" I caught my breath between sobs, "Please don't call me that, I hate that." "That is, you name and it's perfect for your age. Crissie, you are to always call me mommy, understand?" talking to my back across her lap and then she whacked me again. "What do you say?" I nodded and said "Yes, Mommy." "Good, I am your mommy and you will obey me. Kneel on the floor in front of me." I got off her knees and kneeled in front of her while she continued to sit on the bed. Looking up at her made me feel smaller. I knew this is why she had me get on the floor in the first place and I tried not to let it bother me. "No, this is not your room anymore. This is the room of a eighteen year old, or a punk, or a I-don't-know-what. This is not a two-year-old’s room. I'm going to take you to your bedroom. This one here I think I'll remodel to go more with the rest of the house. This will be our new guest room." She took my hand and led me to what was once the guestroom, next to the master bedroom. She showed me a room outfitted for a baby girl. The walls were a pale pink, the curtains had frilly ruffled edges, the furniture was all gloss white. "This is your room, Crissie, and that's your crib, I had a good carpenter friend of mine put bars around the bed, so my little girl won't fall out and hurt herself." The bars were four feet high, and I knew they were designed to keep me in my crib at night. Next, she showed me a large stuffed chair in the corner. "This is mommy's chair; I need a place to sit with together you or place for when I put you over my knee." The next item on my tour was another creation by her friend, a playpen five feet by five feet wide and four feet high. It had a small gate in the middle of one side. Finally, she led me over to the dresser on the wall at the other end of the room. "This is your new changing table." "MY CHANGING TABLE!!!! I am not wearing diapers, mother!" using the formal term to show my resolve. Again, my mouth reacted before my brain. Before I knew it, I was over her knees again on the chair receiving additional whacks. It hurt so much but I couldn't cry anymore. She put me down on the floor in front of her again. "You're not listening to me, Crissie." Again, with that name. "You are only two. You are a baby. Two-year-old’s do and will wear diapers. You are a two-year-old baby and you will wear diapers. That is your changing table, yours. This is your room. You need a changing table because all babies need to have a place where mommy can change their wet and messy diapers. The crib is for you to sleep in because babies like you can accidentally fall out of big girl's beds. The play pen is for you to play in so mommy can do her housework without you getting into trouble." Ever so slowly, I bowed my head in humiliation, "Mom, please, I'm am not two years old. I'm too old for all of this; for being a baby again." Although, at that moment I didn't feel all that old, being led naked around this baby room with mom holding my hand and having been paddled. Mom reached down and swatted the side of my butt hard. I tried to block it with my hand, but she got it in anyway. "I will not tell you again. You are two years old, you are my baby, and you will act like a two-year-old until you learn to behave properly. You will wear diapers and call me mommy." I knew I was beaten both literally (butt-wise) and emotionally, I knew there was no fighting her anymore. "Yes, mommy," I agreed reluctantly. This brought a smile to her face, and she ordered me to lie on the changing table. I did as told and hopped up on the table and laid down. Oh boy did it hurt when I got up there. I could feel a plastic pad under the soft terry cover. Mom clipped a strap across my waist and then went into the top drawer of the dresser/changing table. She pulled out a large disposable diaper, I raised my hips, and she pulled it under me, up through my legs, and tightly taped it on me. It felt a lot like the pads I wear, especially on heavy days. I could hear the plastic covering the disposable but didn't think too much about it as my butt was hurting and I was still resentful to mom. "These are only temporary. Mommy doesn't believe in disposable diapers for all the time, so I will get some cloth diapers from the medical supply store when you take your nap." And, thinking out loud, she added, "We'll need some plastic panties and other stuff too." She ordered me to get off the table, and into my crib; I did as I was told. She closed the side, and, as she left the room, she gave me instructions "Oh Yeah, just to be safe I have to lock you in here until I'm sure you are going to do as you're told, if you have to go potty, use your diapers. You won't be potty trained again for a long while. In fact, when I get back, I am going to undo your potty training so it will be natural for you to use diapers again. I want you pooping and peeing yourself, just like a baby. Since we're starting over, we'll do it from the beginning and do it right. We'll un-learn everything." As she left the room, I could hear her lock the door behind her. I lay in the crib sobbing gently for about an hour. It was only mid-morning and there was too much light for me to be tired. After a while, once I stopped crying and hurting, I got bored. I decided to climb out of the crib and considered sneaking out of the window. I soon decided that was not a good idea. I was wearing only a diaper and no top, and a quick search of the room found that the closet was locked and there were no clothes anywhere for me to wear. I sat in the chair for a while and considered my predicament. I am eighteen; I have had my period for years already. I can be good for mom just by being nice. I could compromise and lose some of the earrings. I decided I wasn't going to become the baby she wanted me to be. Although I'm not very tall, I am old enough to make most of my own decisions about how I live and dress. Mom was gone a long time. I never heard the car return. I was lost in thought when I heard mom turning the lock on the door, and tried to get back in my crib, but I didn't make it before she was in. Now I was in big trouble and I knew it.

This chapter and the next few will have BIG TRIGGER WARNINGS so read at your own risk. I hope you enjoy Chapter 4. While following Elizabeth, Emily kept feeling between her legs trying to find out what she was wear now. Elizabeth soon stopped and it gave Emily a chance to look at what she had between her legs now that was making it harder to walk. What she found shocked her she was in a pull-up that looked like it should be on a little kid. “Enough of this Elizabeth I want to know why am I in a pull-up now.” Emily stood her ground refusing to follow Elizabeth tell she got some more answers for all of her questions. “Really now you want to do this? You still have at least two more rooms to do child.” Elizabeth turned around and looked at Emily trying to stare her down. “Yes! I want to do this now after the last room with Amy, you lied to her about what happened and didn’t want her to know the truth! What kind of person or angel or god damn thing you are?” Emily’s rage was starting to get the best of her, and it was impressing Elizabeth by how upset Emily was. “You what to know the truth? Why everyone is really here and why we don’t tell them?” Elizabeth watched as Emily’s face change a bit before answering. “Yes, this is all wrong with all of this why diapers? Why refuse to tell them anything and watch them suffer here?” “Emily it’s not that simple there is a lot more to what I said before you need to understand that.” Elizabeth watched as Emily’s rage started to get the best of her and moved toward Elizabeth. Emily reached out and grabbed Elizabeth’s dress. “THEN EXPLAIN IT IN AN EASY WAY, WHY DID AMY HAVE TO SUFFER NOT KNOWING HER MOM WAS ALIVE WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU!!!” Elizabeth slowly grabbed Emily and started hugging her shocking the girl, causing her to try and fight her way out of Elizabeth’s grip. “Emily I will not tell you everything, but I will give you a pass on the next room and talk explain a few things to you. First, I am not allowed to tell you the truth even if I wanted too, I can’t say it, it will not come out of my mouth even if I try. Second when Amy came here, she was not suffering she was lost and confused not even sure what happened. You helped her to understand what really did happen and why she was here. Third my dear Emily I can’t tell you where you are but I can tell you that after this everything will be ok for you so let me do my job and make sure you finish this trail ok?” Emily broke down crying into Elizabeth’s arms as she had her back rubbed to calm her down. “Elizabeth…. Am I really dead?” “Emily, I can’t tell you anything else other then what I told you before I’m sorry I just can’t.” Elizabeth slowly let go of Emily before taking her hand and holding it tight. “I’ll make you a deal Emily finish this next room and I will get you the person in charge to talk to about maybe not doing anymore rooms. How does that sound?” “Please… I’m not sure I can do more then one more room if they are all like Amy’s it hurt too much to know what happened to her.” Emily let a few tears flow down her face before Elizabeth wiped them away. “You are one of the most caring and emotional girls I have ever been in charge of hun, and to be honest I like it for a change you really shouldn’t be here.” Elizabeth made sure Emily’s face was dry before taking her down another set of stairs to a new room. Elizabeth brought Emily to a new bright blue and pink door before opening it and leading her inside having her sit down. Emily looked down again feeling the thickness between her legs getting even bigger when she notices she’s now in a huge diaper. “Elizabeth what is with the diaper?” “You will learn in time trust me, just help the people here for now and it will become clear.” Emily looks as Elizabeth walks out of the room leaving her alone. Not seeing anyone she thinks it might be best just to call out “Hello?” “Hey James, a new kid!” “Yay were not alone Sarah.” “Who are you two?” Emily asks slightly scared at seeing teens pop out of nowhere. Both of the teens answer in unison. “We are Sarah and James, who are you?” “Um Emily… Why are you here?” Emily asks shaking a bit. “Well we are not really sure to tell you.” Sarah says letting James finish. “We were hoping you could tell us why.” James looks at Emily “Well what was the last thing you remember?” Emily asked a little bit curious. “To tell you the truth both our memories are a bit split but from what we can gather we got home from school and went to our room. That is the last thing we remember.” Sarah answered hugging her twin brother. “That’s not much to go on sadly… I’ll look around the room and see if I can find any clues, you guys do the same ok?” Emily started looking around trying to find anything that might help her. “Sure, we will see if we can find anything.” The twin set off looking around the room trying to find anything to help Emily so they can find out why they are there. Emily was hoping this would be fast, she wanted to know the truth about everything and soon. Emily and the twin’s spent over 2 hours looking in the room finding no clue about anything that happened to the twins. “God where the hell is it. Everything in here looks like it should be here.” Emily screams. “We told you we have no idea what it could be.” The twins answer. “And you two are sure you don’t remember anything else?” Emily asked hoping for something. “Nope like we said we got home and that’s where our memory stops, we don’t even remember that day at school.” That had to be it Emily thought something happened at school and then at home, but what could it be. Emily looking for anything school related when she found the ABC chart on the wall and hoped that might work. “Come over here and touch this chart.” Emily said hoping the twins would listen. “That’s the dumbest idea but whatever.” The twins walk over and touch the chart on the wall. They started remembering school and the things that happened that day but not home. “…. Sarah was bullied that day and hurt by some other girls when I found her crying….” James sad grabbing Sarah and hugging her tightly. Watching her start to cry into his shoulder. Emily suddenly had a thought the moment she did she noticed a door on one of the walls that wasn’t there before. She slowly made her way to it while the twins cried into each other’s arms Emily stood before the door and opened it slowly not knowing what to expect. What was inside shocked her. It was a bathroom a normal bathroom. Emily thought why was this here if everyone in this place is in diapers, she noticed that with the exception of the doors both rooms had looked the same. But this bathroom was new. Emily went inside and opened below the sink finding nothing. She got up and looked in the mirror and saw herself as she was, a lost soul looking for anything to help her. She stared at the mirror before it hit her. It was a medicine cabinet! Emily opened the cabinet and looked inside before finding what they had been looking for. Inside was a bottle of pills that was empty. Emily grabbed the bottle and ran out to the twins. “I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.” Emily screamed scaring both twins into looking at her. Suddenly without Emily noticing what was behind her she felt a hand on her shoulder and screamed bloody murder. “WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!” Emily screamed loudly. “Calm down hun it’s me.” Elizabeth said in her calm voice. “Jesus don’t scare me like that!” Emily yelled watching Elizabeth laugh at her freak out. “Don’t worry hun this will be the first and only time that happens. So, would you like to tell me what happened?” Elizabeth looks at the bottle in Emily’s hands having faith the girl knows what truly happened to the twins. “Tell me if I’m wrong ok Elizabeth?” Emily asks. “Sure kiddo. Now do a good job.” Elizabeth smiled not having a person like Emily in a really long time. “I’m guessing Sarah had been bullied for years when James was not around her and that day was the last straw for both of them.” The twins looked at Emily in shock before hugging each other and crying into each other’s shoulders. “When they go home, they went into the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of pills splitting it with each other before hugging each other and OD’ing together. Elizabeth please tell me it was painless, and they were at least found soon after.” Emily no could longer control herself and started crying hugging Elizabeth. “Yes, sweetie they did OD hugging each other but I can’t tell you more then that right now please understand.” Elizabeth started to make the twins pass wanting to talk to Emily alone. “Sweetie there is a lot I’m going to have to tell you and I hope you don’t hate me for it. I was told I could tell you everything so please follow me I’m going to show you one last thing before I tell you.” Elizabeth grabbed Emily’s hand before leading her out of the room and down the stairs to the first floor. “Please be ready once I show you this there is no going back. You will have to make a choice.” Elizabeth pulled Emily to a new door that Emily was confused at. The door was plain brown and had no special colors or anything Emily wondered what it was. Emily noticed she could no longer stand up wondering what was going on. Seeing this Elizabeth picked her up and held her like a baby, pulling Emily closer to her chest. “You ready? There is no going back you will be given two options after we talk, and we will talk about things you don’t want anyone to know.” “Yes, please no matter what I want to know what is going on and why I am being treated like this along with everyone else.” Emily says calmly knowing Elizabeth is trying to help her now. “I will tell you about Amy the Twins everything including something you may not want to know so be ready.” Elizabeth saw Emily tense up a bit and knew it was time. Elizabeth slowly opens the door blinding Emily with light for a minute before she looks around and is shocked at what she sees. She’s not sure if she could cry or not. It was her bedroom just the way she left it when she ran away.

First of all my apologies to Cya, I searched titles but didn't think I had duplicated anyone else's title until I saw his today. I've changed mine slightly for the site there! Anyway, on with the story! Chapter 4: I WASN’T QUITE sure where I was when I regained consciousness. I’d had surgery a few years earlier while I was doing my residency, and remembered thinking ‘this must be what my patients feel like as they come out from under anesthesia.’ ‘Anesthesia!’ I opened my eyes and my jaw dropped as I looked at a woman with the biggest head I had ever seen! I attempted to scramble away but strong hands held me tight and said, “Nick, it’s okay, you’re safe. You’re at your new home,” she said, “Remember me? I’m Ivy?” I looked at her and put things into context. The subterfuge of the portal though made me realize things were probably not as they should be. There was no legitimate reason to knock us all out in those pods before coming through the portal. We’d definitely been fed a line of bullshit! Suddenly a strand of long red hair moved in front of my eyes. I figured it must have been hers and reached to bat it away from my eyes. As I reached for it though I discovered some weird feeling at the top of my head. I felt something knotted in the back of my hair and pulled the strand closer and winced as my head seemed to be attached to it. ‘My hair isn’t red…?’ ‘This looks like a pigtail…?’ I thought as I realized a bundle of hair was really attached to my head, and was braided at the back. I tried to jump down to look at myself but Ivy grasped me tighter and brought me close into her hold. “Nick, you’re okay, you’re safe, and you don’t have to worry about anything more. I’m here and I’ve got you. Some things… just didn’t go according to plan,” she said grimly. I looked back up at her as she squeezed me tightly in her arms. “I guess this is the part where I learn that everything that’s ever been said bad about this dimension is true?” Something about my voice seemed odd as it was higher in pitch than I was used to. ‘Because I shrank?’ I wondered “Well, they probably are, but it wasn’t my intention to expose you to that truth so soon…” “What happened to me? I always had brown hair before… Why do I have long red hair now?” I asked. I had a bad feeling I was going to learn that some of the more extreme stories I’d come across were true. She grimaced in a manner that I couldn’t read if she was acting or not, “Something went wrong in the paperwork that the portal had. The system showed that there were supposed to be no modifications to you when you came through, but your file got corrupted somehow.” “Modifications?” I asked nervously, groaning that I had fallen hook, line, and sinker here for the company's crap. “Look… Nick, I'll level with you… when you agreed to come through I was given a questionnaire of what I would like to have changed about you when you arrived.” “Changed?” “Pretty much any trait that a human can have I could change about you. You could be given large breasts, have no sex characteristics like a doll, have no eyebrows, be unable to walk, talk, have no teeth… probably made purple skinned with yellow eyes and pink fur for all I know…” I felt my eyes widen and I gasped. As she said each of those I unconsciously reached up and touched my chest, my eyebrows, my teeth with my tongue… “Why?” “Because it’s kind of normal here Nick.” She hesitated, “We have a reproduction problem and it’s become the new norm for us to get people from your dimension to come and fill our needs.” I mulled that over for a second, “What kind of reproduction problem?” I asked curiously. She looked sad then and said, “At least sixty percent of our adult women cannot have babies.” My mind did the math in my head, “Sixty percent?” I gasped, “That means your population is shrinking?” She nodded, “Sort of… With you all coming in from the portal we’re able to push that off some.” I nodded and thought back to my hair. “You said you had a questionnaire... What did you ask to have modified?” “Honestly Nick I only asked for one thing… and that was for your body hair to be removed for care purposes. I’m not a big hairy body person…” she told me. I looked at my arms and saw they were bare now with very short sleeves in an odd pattern I’d never worn before. Before I could look lower, she grabbed me a bit tighter. “So… if that’s all you asked for why do I have a feeling something more happened? I never had hair that was this long before?” She squirmed a bit in her seat and said, “Well like I said your file got corrupted... and you got modified quite a bit…” “What did you do to me?” “It wasn’t me, remember that please!” She pleaded. I felt like she must have been being truthful with the tears streaming down her face. “Okay, so you didn’t do it, what did THEY do to me,” I asked again. “Well the body hair is a pretty standard setting so that happened. But they also ended up taking my hair color from my profile and giving that to you, along with making it long to go with the… the other changes.” Her arms had been holding me tightly enough I couldn’t see my lower body. Right then she loosened them a bit though and I noticed the material I was wearing wasn’t the hospital gown from earlier like I’d initially assumed… it was a…. “Why am I wearing a dress…” I asked as the pieces of my hair fell into place including the clothing. It was tough to see myself fully, but I figured out I was wearing a blue gingham dress that looked to have flowers embroidered along the bottom of the skirt. “Wait… did you…?” I gasped. “They accidentally turned you into a girl,” she confirmed. “But how…?” I asked. “Can they fix me back…?” She looked at me sadly, “They might be able to as you return through the portal – but… I really don’t know. Definitely doing so anytime soon would be dangerous as your body just got done with changing the DNA in every cell.” “How?” I asked again. Both horrified and curious. “Those nanite clusters I showed you? We can use them system wide in addition to being targeted,” she told me. “Why is that even an option?” I asked. “Some women like sweet little girls better than stinky boys,” she said with a shrug. “I’ll be honest if I didn’t respect your abilities as a surgeon, I would have requested that modification.” I glared at her and mulled over her reactions and everything. She might have been lying about all of it, but it wouldn’t matter… I could see I was stuck. “So…” I breathed deeply trying not to hyperventilate as I thought about this next question, “how much of a girl am I?” “You have a vagina just like any other woman,” she told me with the face I would give a patient I was getting ready to operate on. “Someday you might even be a mommy, depending on if we gave you the hormone stimulants you need to enter puberty.” Right then I couldn’t help myself, I felt my stomach twist and before I could warn her, I threw up all over her. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” I said as I looked at her covered in my vomit. At the same time the remnants were so foul-tasting in my mouth that I bit back another urge to repeat. “You’re a doctor, you should know this isn’t a big deal… stuff happens…” she said without concern. “We do need to clean ourselves up though…” she said. She picked me up gingerly and stood up to walk deeper into her house. As she stood, I realized we were in an enormous living room. The TV in her living room looked to be almost four times the size of an average TV back home. She kept moving down the hallway and walked into a huge bedroom that I presumed was hers based on the vanity full of cosmetics and jewelry. She walked into an attached bathroom off to the side of the bedroom, and then stood me up down on the floor. It was only then that I really got the true perspective on our size differences! As I stood next to her, the phrase ‘knee high to a grasshopper’ came to mind. My head was just barely above her knee! My head didn’t even reach her waist! I noticed a mirror up high above the cabinet and sink, but I couldn’t see my reflection from the ground. Now that I was free of her arms I looked down at the dress I had been put in. There was a clear stain of vomit on the top of the dress that hadn’t landed on Ivy. It made my stomach nauseous again and made me feel dirty. I looked down at the skirt where a continuous embroidered pattern of pink and yellow flowers with green stems circled the bottom of it. I nervously pulled up the dress and found a pair of bloomers covering… “Why am I wearing a diaper?” I asked nervously. I looked up to see Ivy had taken her shirt off and was only in a bra. Years of studying the human body basically numbed me to the sight of breasts, but I couldn’t help but note just how big hers were in her bra. She was well proportioned, certainly not a Barbie Doll figure, but to me the breasts were gigantic! I felt my mouth open but forced myself to stare at her face. “Because the portal put you into it. It’s normal for the first day to be a bit rough on your urinary and bowel tracts. I personally think it beats using catheters and colostomy bags on someone your size?” She leaned over and picked me up to set me on the counter. She ran water over a washcloth and handed it to me, “Here you can clean your face off,” she told me. I started moving the washcloth up and down over my face to get rid of the remnants of vomit. I looked up then into the mirror and did my best not to vomit again, but failed. It all fell into the sink at least, before I looked back at the reflection. Not only had they made my hair red, long, and apparently altered my gender... I looked at the face of a baby in the mirror. A real baby from the proportion of the fat on the cheeks, the lips, and everything else… it would have made a textbook picture in a medical book for a healthy toddler girl around twenty-four months old. “Oh hun,” Ivy said, “I guess I should have avoided you seeing yourself a little longer.” I kept staring at myself in disbelief and said, “What else did they do to me?” She sighed, “you’re seeing the last of the parts I hadn’t told you. Your face and body proportions were altered to match your height.” I took an offered cup and rinsed my mouth out with water before spitting the remaining chunks of vomit out. I decided to bite the bullet and asked, “How tall am I now?” “The nurse that measured you at the portal said you’re fifty-one inches tall now.” I turned and looked up at her, “I lost a foot and a half of height!” “Yes…” she sighed, “you are a lot smaller than I expected, you lost a lot of weight too… You’re only a bit over forty-seven pounds now.” I felt my jaw drop then at that as she continued, “It’s part of why I had to get that dress from the center. None of the clothes I had bought would fit you.” I looked back at her from my perch on the counter, “How tall are you?” She smirked, “A bit over ten feet, my family tends to be tall. My baby brother is almost eleven and a half feet tall.” I gasped at her imagining someone taller than her! “This is going to take some getting used to…” “Yes, it will,” she said. “As tall as you all are… how tall are your children?” She smiled, “Pretty tall,” she paused, “honestly we call you all ‘littles’ for very good reason,” she told me. “Look let’s talk some more after we get you changed into something clean?” she suggested. I nodded and tried to remove the dress like a t-shirt but found I couldn’t. “Why won’t it come off?” I asked. “Silly, it’s got a zipper in the back,” she told me. I started to reach for it, “I’ll get it, you’ve obviously not grown up needing to do the contortions to get out of clothing that girls do.” I nodded at that and let her move a zipper I couldn’t see down, and then she said, “Arms up,” before she pulled it off of my body. I blushed now that I was naked and could see the frilly white top of the disposable diaper sticking out above the bloomers. “Do I have to wear this diaper?” I asked as she put the dress into a hamper against the bathroom wall. “Until we go to the store you will. Is it still dry?” she asked. But apparently it was a rhetorical question because she quickly pulled the bloomers down and put her hand on the padding and squeezed. “Still dry, you might be able to get out of those already. But we’re going to have to go get something in your size for underwear. All I have are the six diapers they gave me at the portal and one other outfit in your size.” She paused, “Unfortunately the clothes you brought in your suitcase and sent beforehand didn’t shrink as much as you did, so they’re way too big too.” “What size am I?” I asked. “In littles or bigs?” “Huh?” She sighed, “I forgot you’re not from here. Most of the time we do sizing based on bigs - our - sizing. Not much market to just make clothes for independent adult littles since they’re a small part of our population.” “Oh…” I swallowed some more vomit that threatened to come out, “I guess that makes sense. How does that work?” “Well we usually just figure out the little’s height and compare it to the age that the bigs are at that size.” In my head I mentally tried to figure out how tall I would be compared to them if being ten-feet wasn’t an abnormal height. “What age does that put me by your scale?” She looked down at me with a look of debate but shrugged and said, “Between nineteen and twenty-one?” “So, I only lost about seventeen years…” I said aloud, relieved. Happy for a moment that I was at least still a young adult! She laughed, “Months.” “Months?!?!” I gasped. I was so in shock as I stood there and examined the diaper closer. “This is a regular baby diaper?” I said hesitantly. “What else would it be at your size?” She asked me. I shook my head, “I guess I just assumed it would be a medical one like we use with adult patients.” “We have those here, but they’re big enough for me… they would be comical on you!” she giggled. “Now I hope you don’t hate me too much for it, but I only have this one other outfit in your size… it’s definitely not going to make you feel like an adult. We’ll go directly to the store and get you some other underwear and at least a little bit more mature clothing if we can find something in your size.” I nodded and wondered how bad the new outfit would be. She picked me up and carried me to the bedroom we had walked through. I became self-conscious more then as I realized I was basically naked and she was topless. Her skin was warm and I felt myself turn red at the proximity, along with the fact that I was being carried like a baby. She carefully sat me down on the gigantic bed and said, “Stay there for a moment please?” I nodded, “Nowhere else to go,” I commented as I looked around in shock. I looked over the edge of the bed and noted that even it was taller than I was. All around the room everyday items like mirrors, door knobs, and hair brushes looked to have grown out of some sort of monstrous proportion. She giggled at my response and wondrous gaze, as she walked to a closed door. She opened a huge walk-in closet door. She didn’t take long to find another top that she pulled on over her bra. Just before she pulled it over her head, I had an odd thought, ‘Is that a nursing bra she’s wearing?’ I shook my head, ‘She doesn’t have any kids, she said. Must just be some weird style,’ I told myself. She walked to another corner of the room and picked up what looked to be a large purple messenger bag, or a really large purse. Being so proportionally small to the world, to me it looked like a large backpacking pack sized bag from back home. I watched her open it on the other end of the bed where I couldn’t see inside and dug out the other outfit that she’d warned me about. All I could see at first was a bundle of pink fabric. She came closer and opened it up to let me see it was some sort of romper type outfit. “I’ll probably need to help you with this,” she told me. “It’s really designed for an infant…” I groaned and watched her pop open the entire front which snapped closed all the way down to snaps at the crotch. “I could probably get it…” I told her. “Here, if you want to try,” she told me handing it to me. I blushed as I held the pink outfit and looked at it closer to see there were prints of unicorns and rainbows all over it. Two little decorative bows were attached below the first and second buttons for some reason. I asked, “Nothing else to wear?” “Not unless you want to just go in that diaper? No one would think anything weird about that…?” I blushed deeply at that, “That’s okay… I’ll wear this.” I put my arms through the two sleeve holes that barely covered the tops of my arms just past the shoulders. I found the first button and put it together from the top to the bottom. For the very bottom of it I was trying to bend over to get the three crotch snaps when Ivy said, “Here, let me help you with those…” and she had them done in two seconds. I blushed as her hands were on my crotch again. “It’s not that bad I guess,” she told me looking at me. I could just see myself in the vanity mirror and shook my head, “It is that bad… Can we go get something else already?” She nodded and picked me up gently before she sat me down on the ground to let me stand next to the bed. I couldn’t see the top from the ground and knew I would struggle to climb it on my own. She began walking with a huge stride that I struggled to keep up with down the hallway. The bag she’d pulled the awful outfit out of was slung over her shoulder. I guessed it must have been her purse because she dug out her car keys and said, “Okay, this way to the garage,” she motioned for me to follow her. Inside the garage I noticed that it was quite warm. I realized I’d never asked what the climate was like here. If it was like it was when I left home I was not nearly dressed enough. “What temperature is it outside today?” I asked. “High is eighty?” she told me. “Ahhh…. Sooo much better than back home!” “What was it there?” “The high was supposed to be twenty-eight yesterday,” I told her. “Coldest winter on record I think… It was negative digits for about three weeks straight.” I walked to the passenger side of the car and stared at the behemoth in front of me. It could have served as a tank or something in my home dimension! I knew without a doubt I couldn’t reach the door handle to open it. I waited patiently for her to open the front door, but was a little surprised when she opened the back door of the four-door sedan. My eyes bugged out a bit when I saw the rear-facing car seat sitting well above my head. I felt myself picked up as I said, “What…?” “Sorry Nick, but as long as someone is your size they have to ride in car seats. The law says that anyone under eighty pounds has to sit in a rear-facing car seat.” “Eighty pounds?” I asked… “Even with as big as you all get, that’s kind of big, isn’t it?” She nodded as she lay me down in the car seat. “Lots of people are complaining about the new law, but your average kid would never know the difference if they grew up with it. It’s about preschool or kindergarten now that they’ll be able to face forward.” I allowed her to maneuver my arms through the straps and I was quickly strapped in just like I had been in the pod earlier. “Listen, I know you may not want to hear this, but you do look adorable like this.” She closed the door before I could respond and went to her side of the car. I looked at my feet and realized that I didn’t have any shoes on. Just a lacy pair of socks that hadn’t even been noticed with everything else being thrown at me. As she sat down, I asked, “Do you have a pair of shoes I can wear in the store?” I realized then that a mirror was available for me to look at her forward and see her sort of out of the reflection of the rearview mirror. “Sorry Nick, I wasn’t given any at the portal….” She paused, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but if you want to shop quickly, you’re going to probably just need to ride in the cart where we’re going so you won’t need to walk anyway.” She paused and I could see a sympathetic look, “Besides, because you’re so little it’d look really out of place for you to be walking beside me.” I could see myself in the reflection and guessed that was probably true. “How far is the store?” “About ten minutes if there’s no traffic… Right now, it’ll probably be about twenty.” I nodded and lay back in the seat and looked around me. The straps that held me down seemed bigger to me than the seat belts back home. There was a middle piece that connected the straps and I guessed it would be difficult to get out of the seat with it buckled. The buckle itself was visible to me with a red release button, but I didn’t think it was a good idea to play with it while we were driving. I really couldn’t see much from the seat and I must have dozed off as she drove. IVY WAS BESIDE herself with how adorable Holly was! She intended to take things slowly with her, hoping that the girl would actually grow to like her. ‘I don’t want her to fear me like Katie’s littles do…’ So far, Holly seemed to be in shock though. She had expected her to fight her a lot more, try to run away, or at least cuss or bite her like she had seen in the hospital before with other dimensional littles. She feared the outfits and the diapers would have pushed her over the edge, but didn’t see a choice at the time. It was normal for a traveler to have a wet diaper or two after coming through the portal as their body adjusted. She had intentionally not told her about the one she’d changed when she first got her home. It was probably best for both of them if she kept that one a secret indefinitely. She’d also not asked her if she needed to potty before they left in the hopes that she’d have another wet diaper to change while they were out at the store. She had plenty of diapers in the diaper bag, but no spare outfits. She hadn’t been lying when she said she came smaller than she expected! Her mom was going to come pick up all of the clothes that had been bought before her arrival. She was going to get them from the nursery while they were out and go get the smaller sizes. With Holly being in eighteen-month size clothes she was going to have so many more cute options to pick out than she’d hoped for! Based on her height back home she had really planned on her being a 3T. An infant sized little was an amazing surprise, since she’d refused to intentionally intercede on that part of her new little. For now, she was going to behave herself in the store. Maybe she could buy a few dresses if Holly seemed agreeable on this trip, but extremely babyish onesies, rompers, and extra frilly dresses seemed like salt in the deep wound of the new girl. But of course some cute pajamas would be necessary, as well as some short sets and shortalls. She’d try and push the dresses as being easier to reach the pull-up for the potty… She was going to buy one of those little potties too while they were out. ‘So many things to buy, and so little time.’ She smiled, ‘The potty’s going to almost be a waste though, since I don’t plan on using it with her for a long time. I’ll just try and pick out a cheap one…’ She already knew that reusable training panties were also on her shopping list, but she suspected that there was no way Holly’s small waist was going to hold up the ones at this store. She was skinny as a rail and might even need some clothing in 12-month sizes depending on the brand. Her intention was to also buy some disposable training panties that would just barely be small enough for her. When they started getting used too often with accidents, she’d go back for more cute diapers like she had her in now. For now, she planned to let her little girl at least mostly pretend to be a big girl… She grabbed the diaper bag from the front seat and walked over to Holly’s side. She was so cute sleeping there that she took a quick picture and sent it to her mom. Once she put her phone away, she couldn’t help but check her diaper in the hopes that it was already wet! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ So I feel like there's a few out there who want three per week postings... <sigh> I'm willing to consider it as long as there's 20 likes and or comments, otherwise you have to wait for your next part until Friday! If you're good I'll post one Thursday and another Saturday. <mutters under breath> Big cry babies... Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Joep I live in plato! South of Lebanon. Wanna chat? I live close to Lebanon! Anyone close by?

I try to keep no less than 300 diapers on hand , as one never knows when their supplier will be out of stock, and with this pandemic, shipping can be delayed.

It's been a long time coming... Jack finds himself essentially a prisoner of Kirsty and her unique brand of discipline. Nick and Sarah have been isolated from their friends for a week but it is finally time to visit Kirsty's place again. --- This story update, like every update, has been available on Patreon for the last week. I write a 2000+ word update every four days for Patreon and for just $5 you can get early access to all my stories. For $10 you get early access plus exclusive access to TWENTY-SIX exclusive stories! There are more tiers and rewards available on Patreon including free and discounted commissions, access to a discord server, story illustrations and more. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- “What’s the big rush?” Nick asked as he sat on the sofa and watched his wife hurrying around the room. “I told you. We’re going to see Kirsty and George.” Sarah said breathlessly. She was looking through her purse and checking her phone at the same time. Nick couldn’t help but laugh when she placed the phone in her bag and tried to swipe on the purse, she was clearly very distracted. “Is there a time limit?” Nick asked in bewilderment at the rushing around. Sarah was rarely ever this obviously nervous. “Look, baby, will you just get ready and do as you’re told!” Sarah snapped. Nick put his hands up to pacify his wife. He stood up with the now expected crinkles. He walked out of the room and towards the stairs, from behind him he could Sarah bustling around again. In truth Nick wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do to get ready. He had been freshly changed only half an hour ago and he was already dressed. His nappy bag was fully packed and waiting by the door, there was simply nothing left to do. He was grateful for a reason to get away from Sarah though, she was like a tornado and he just wanted to be out of the way. These days getting ready to go meant Sarah doing what she had to do whilst Nick waited. He trooped up the stairs and expected to be called back down before he even reached the top. He looked over at the bathroom and saw the toilet sitting there almost mocking him. It had been so long since Nick had used the porcelain throne, he actually couldn’t remember how long it had been. Nick’s hand almost subconsciously went down to his nappy and he felt the padding that was thankfully still dry. Nick looked around his nursery and saw the same sight that had greeted him for months now. There were toys strewn over the floor from where he had been playing. He had created a racing championship with his toy cars and they were currently mid-race. He stepped carefully over the track and looked out the window, winter was coming and although it was still warm it was clear the temperature was starting to drop. For the last two weeks Nick had been almost bored. He was never completely free of anxiety due to his nappies and the fear that he would be found out but he had been kept at home for the whole time. Sarah was talking about school starting up again soon and she would be off to teach, Nick didn’t know what that meant for him but he didn’t like change and worried about what she might have in mind for his care. Nick had suggested being able to “grow up” and look after himself but Sarah had laughed that off. Sarah had hardly left the house either which was very unusual for her. Nick wondered if something was up but whenever he asked he was quickly brushed off. It was strange because Sarah hadn’t even gone to seen Kirsty which was normally something that happened at least once every few days. Combined with Sarah’s agitation today Nick wondered what was up. “Nick!” Sarah’s voice called up a few minutes later, “Come on!” Nick had been looking out the window wistfully and reminiscing on all the craziness he had been through recently. He wrenched himself away and headed for the stairs, as he walked he could feel the padding between his legs, it had swollen slightly and he realised he must’ve wet himself at some point. It didn’t seem like a big accident so he didn’t worry about it. He did wish he had retained his potty training a little more than he had done. The front door was already open as Nick waddled down the stairs and put his shoes on. He walked outside and closed the door behind him. He went around to his car seat and Sarah stood by the door looking agitated and nervous, Sarah’s nerves were affecting Nick and he desperately wanted to know what awaited him at the other end of the journey. Recent experience told him that the unexpected meant bad news. Nick was strapped into the seat until he was unable to wriggle out. His body was pushed back forcefully into the chair and his legs hung limply over the edge of the seat. He could only move his arms and legs a little bit and was grateful that both a bottle of juice and his dummy were nearby. He thought about sticking the dummy into his mouth to calm himself down a bit but thought better of it when he realised he was going to be seen in public. It was wild how much Nick’s thinking had changed, to even consider sucking a dummy would’ve been unthinkable not that long ago and now it seemed like a natural thing. Sarah started the car and pulled out of the driveway quickly. The car lurched a little and Nick’s head banged against the padded side of his booster seat. “Careful…” Nick muttered. He was afraid of being heard, he didn’t want to antagonise his wife who was clearly already on edge. If Sarah heard Nick she made no attempt to reply. The car went down the road and towards Kirsty’s house as Nick dared to take a swig from his bottle, he made sure to look around and know that no one was looking in at him as he picked the drinking vessel up. The closer they got Kirsty’s house the more nervous Nick felt. He hadn’t been told anything about why he had been kept away from George and Kirsty or why Sarah was so wound up. He was torn between wanting to ask what the plan was and keeping quiet. The urge to question what was happening grew and grew until they were only a few minutes away from Kirsty’s house. Nick couldn’t hold his tongue anymore. “Can you just tell me what’s going on?” Nick asked. The car had been silent since they had left home and Nick got the impression that his voice surprised Sarah. “We’re just going to see Kirsty and George.” Sarah answered unconvincingly. “Come on…” Nick decided if he was in for a penny he might as well be in for a pound, “You’re really going to pretend like this is a normal visit? I know something is up.” “You will trust Mummy.” Sarah replied coolly, “You’re getting a little too big for your nappies. Don’t make me pull over and spank you…” Nick sighed and turned away. As he looked out of the window he felt his nappy warm around him. His bladder had decided it was time to empty and he was simply a spectator as the urine poured out, the heat enveloped his genitals reassuringly and soaked into the padding between his legs. He shuddered slightly and saw Sarah look at him again out the corner of her eye. The car continued through the streets until they finally pulled up outside of Kirsty’s house. Nick looked forward to seeing George who he had been missing and assumed Sarah was excited to see Kirsty. Nick’s wife was acting very nervously and as she released Nick from his seat she was very visibly twitchy. Nick contented himself with silence knowing he wouldn’t get an answer no matter what. He was just a baby after all, there was no reason for any adults to tell him anything. Sarah shouldered Nick’s nappy bag and then took the padded man’s hand to lead him up the path to Kirsty’s front door. Nick could feel Sarah squeezing his hand very tightly, it was starting to feel painful. When the doorbell was rang there was a pregnant pause that was filled with tension. Finally footsteps approached the door. There was just something in the air that told Nick this was going to be a strange day. “Sarah!” Kirsty had opened the door and practically thrown herself forwards to hug Sarah. It was an uncharacteristic show of emotion, “I’ve missed you!” Nick stood awkwardly to the side as Kirsty hugged his wife. When the two women finished embracing Kirsty looked to Nick and wrapped him in a hug as well. Nick could only think back in amazement how much things had changed. Kirsty and Nick had strongly disliked each other for a long time, then Nick had become fearful of the intimidating mistress but now their relationship seemed warmer. Nick got the impression that Kirsty now looked after him as if he were her nephew or something. He knew Kirsty could be fierce but now he knew she would also protect him. “How are you, Nick?” Kirsty asked as she separated herself from him. “I’m OK…” Nick replied. “Come on in, the babies are playing in the playpen.” Kirsty said as she held the front door open. Nick frowned as he stepped inside behind the two women. Did he hear Kirsty right? Did she say “babies” as in plural, more than one? Nick followed Sarah and Kirsty into the bedroom and saw his wife freeze right in front of the doorway. Nick couldn’t see what was happening and impatiently waited for whatever had stopped Sarah in her tracks to clear so he could see. When Sarah finally moved to the side and Nick was able to walk through the door he froze just like Sarah had done. On the floor in front of him was Kirsty’s pink playpen filled with all the usual sissy toys. What grabbed Nick’s attention though was the two people sitting inside the gated play area. George was sucking his dummy and had been colouring when the door opened, he was still laying down and his thick padding peaked out from under his dress. Next to George was another male dressed like a little girl and didn’t look nearly as happy. Jack was wearing a white dress with pink frills, his nappy caused the thin clothing to bulge out and a dummy similar to George’s hung from a clip on his chest. He looked horrified to be seen like this by both Nick and Sarah. “Nick!” George excitedly climbed to his feet with all the crinkles that brought with it. He ran forward in a very feminine way until he was stood at the edge of the pen with his arms stretched out. Nick walked forwards with shock hiding the smile he wanted to give George. He was pulled into a tight hug by the sissy, he could feel the false breasts under George’s dress poking against him and it gave him some very confused feelings. He looked over the familiar sissy’s shoulders to see Jack glaring at him. His cheeks were the same colour as his frills. “Why don’t you come out to the kitchen for a chat and we can let the three babies play together for a bit.” Kirsty suggested as she rubbed her hand on Sarah’s arm. Sarah had been staring at Jack and for the first time pulled her eyes away. “Is that wise?” Sarah asked hesitantly. Jack had been violent and had humiliated Nick so recently, she didn’t want it to happen again. “Don’t worry about Jack.” Kirsty smiled, “I have a nanny cam set up over in the corner. He wouldn’t dare be naughty. Would you, Jack?” “N-No, Mistress…” Jack choked out in shame. “We have a lot to catch up on.” Kirsty smiled. Nick watched as Sarah and Kirsty left the room. He turned to face the feminine figures of George and Jack, he felt nervous but George was already opening the gate for him. Nick hoped Kirsty was right and the aggressive man wouldn’t try anything, even if he did he was sure George would back him up. He stepped inside the playpen and sat down. George excitedly clapped his hands like a little girl whilst Jack stared daggers at him. If looks could kill Nick was sure he would fall over there and then.

Have you tried fiber loading? I've just decided to commit to training as well. I think I am going to try the fiber idea. I've already began to lose a small bit of bladder control, but I really want to be fully incontinent and diaper dependent.

I know this post is a lil old but I really wanted to bring it back and see if there's anyone else who've experienced this. My wife has placed a changing pad on our tile floor and had me lie on top of my diaper(s). Once situated, she's squatted down soaking my diaper(s) and crotch before taping me in nice and tight! My goodness, what an amazing experience that we both enjoyed alot more than we thought we would! I want her to get one of those female funnels so she can have me bend/kneel down and use me as her personal sissy urinal!

Chapter 3: THE DRIVE LASTED for about another half-hour or so. I kept waiting for an opening to fight my way free the entire time. The two seemed to be absolute pros, though, because they maintained solid physical control of my body even when we stopped. I looked at the building that said, ‘Tippy Toes Private Learning Academy for Littles’ in a happy pastel script. Instead of a chain-link fence along the side of this one, it featured barb wire! ‘This is not good,’ I thought to myself. One of them managed to lock their arms completely around me and carried me to the door. The driver unlocked the door, and I struggled again to get free. My ass was smacked then, “Stop that, or I’ll make you really pay!” “Let me go!” They just laughed at me and carried me further into the facility. At a desk, a lady looked at them, “This the one you called about?”’ “Yes, we need him taken care of fully - he’s tall enough to be a preschooler, but take him down mentally to no older than an infant. No toddling involved.” “Sounds good!” The lady said and pressed a button to call on her phone. Then, I made one last attempt to use my teeth to bite at the Amazon’s neck but was shocked when all that earned me was a shout. “It told you to behave!” The woman said. Somehow even though I scrambled as much as I could with my body, she knelt down and placed me on top of her knee. ‘She’s not going to…?’ Smack! Smack! Smack! The lady smacked my ass like the ones we had trained against did. I had long since lost the need to cry about pain, but damn, did this hurt! She kept going on, and on, and on. “Come on damnit, why aren’t you crying?!?!” She said as she continued. “Sometimes we get littles like that. Just go ahead and leave him to me?” A lady asked. I was sat upright and passed to a new lady. She was blonde and had a body like a gorgeous model on the cover of some parenting magazine under the label ‘ultimate mom.’ My clothing had been essentially ripped to shreds through the struggle of the spanking… beating… I was basically naked next to a dream woman. My body reacted accordingly, and she laughed, “Aren’t you ambitious!” “You have him, Irma?” “Yes, I do.” “Why didn’t he cry?” The lady asked, “I think my hand hurts more than he does.” “First of all, he’s a Betweener, so you have to remember it takes more to break them. But also, look at his body - there’s a tattoo here. It’s one of their military markings. So he may very well have been through worse than you can give.” “How are you going to handle him then?” “I don’t need beatings,” the lady said enigmatically. I wanted to make one last break for it, but something in my brain told me I might get more out of this now if I stopped struggling for a bit. “I can already tell this little guy knows who his new nanny is. So he’ll wait a bit before he acts up.” She laughed at me and had the nerve to tickle me. Right then, something really embarrassing happened all over her blouse. “Well, that’s a first. Guess we better get a diaper on you, huh!” She said to me. I was carried in a tight grasp from that room and told, “I will break you. How much pain you endure and other punishments are up to you.” ‘Fuck you!’ was in my head, but I decided to more diplomatically state as I suddenly remembered the camera and began recording, “Give me your best shot.” She laughed, “I was expecting curse words, not a challenge. First thing for you will be getting you into the system.” To my surprise, she placed me down on what I thought was a countertop along the side of the hall. I thought this might have been my chance to run until something zapped me on my bottom and held me down like I’d been electrocuted. “See you on the other side, baby boy,” the woman sadistically said to me while I suddenly felt my surface begin to move. ‘I’m on a damn conveyor belt,’ I thought. It pulled me into the wall and down some chute and then stopped. The charge that was holding me turned off, and I had just about managed to move again when some crazy fake hands attached to those robotic extendo-arms grabbed my body and forced me down on my back. Light from some scanner rolled over my body and said, “Unauthorized follicle growth detected, skin pigmentation detected, correcting.” I tried to move, but to no avail, as I suddenly felt like I was in a rock concert! Lasers started popping up from every side of me, moving around. I felt my skin grow insanely hot as they turned on and off all over my body. ‘What the fuck? Are they removing all of my hair?!?’ I groaned. Right then, the skin over my trident tattoo also began burning, ‘bastards are taking my tat?!?!’ I was forced to sit there for what felt like an eternity! Pain coursed through my skin as all of my body hair was systematically burned away except my head and eyebrows. Finally, after about five minutes of pain, my body was flipped over, and my back, butt, and back of legs were done. I hoped they were done with torture, but I could see another arm approaching me with a long rod. ‘What’s that…?’ “Checking new arrival’s vitals,” the computerized voice said. I barely had time to even consider rectal thermometers even still existed when it was shoved up my ass! The discomfort stayed for far too long before removing itself. “Arrival’s temperature nominal.” Suddenly the conveyor began moving again while the electric hold on my body continued to fray my nerves. The electricity was suddenly released not too far down the tunnel. I tried to push myself up and run when I realized there was nothing to push! I landed face down in a large tub of water with glass aquarium sides that went to the ceiling. More of those weird hands came down and began scrubbing my skin. ‘A bath now?!?’ I didn’t scream solely to not give the bitch the satisfaction! I was dismayed as I saw my tattoos and body hair were gone. They even removed all of my moles too! As I sat there, the toll on my skin from my beating, the burning of my skin with frickin lasers, shoving things up my ass, and the course scrubbing made my body feel like it was on fire! Just as I was about to lose it and give in to screaming, those hands grabbed onto me. I had a moment of mild clarity as I looked at them. I noted that the flesh was the same shape as a human hand… and Amazon in size. They had a superior ability to grip too, and I soon realized that I had no chance of prying myself free as I was pulled into the air. A second later, I found myself placed on my back with the field activated again, the belt pulling me down the chute further. Soon I came to another section with even more of those freaky hands. I counted eight briefly as four held my hands and shoulders down. Two more grabbed onto my ankles, and two got to work with some sort of lotion rubbed all over the front of my body. That went on for a minute or so before I was flipped over, and my back was rubbed down. ‘If this wasn’t so terrifying, this part would actually feel good,’ I admitted. Suddenly I felt a needle enter my right arm not far from where we’d inserted the receiver for the pictures. I wondered if I’d just been injected with a tracking device or something when I was then flipped back onto my back. The smell that reached my nose made me realize it was baby lotion, and the bottom really left the pit of my stomach, as I certainly knew what was coming now. Sure enough, like a baby, my legs were pushed up to my chest as a white rectangle was opened up underneath my ass. Next, the arms pushed my legs down again as baby powder was sprayed with a nozzle all over my groin. Finally, my legs were unceremonially raised again, and my butt was sprayed. Placing them down one more time, I watched helplessly as the diaper was taped shut with a very foreboding sound. ‘I will make it out of here one way or another!’ I told myself, though, as it prepared to move me forward to the next stage. I assumed this stop would probably be clothing… I was right as my body was grabbed and manipulated into a shirt pulled down past my butt. It didn’t take me long to realize I’d been secured into a baby’s creeper shirt. Printed on the front were simple baby footprints walking across it in a rainbow assortment of colors. The mechanical hands then forced my hands into some weird pink mittens that I puffed out like a set of boxing gloves. I wondered if I would get pants or something, but apparently, that wasn’t to be because the lighting grew brighter, and I was at the end of the road. “Now, don’t you just look like the perfect little baby boy?” The woman cooed at me as she grabbed me. I was about to let loose the swear word she expected earlier when something was shoved in my mouth. A pacifier? I thought as I saw a mirror reflecting an image of me. I tried to spit it out, but suddenly she twisted the button on the end, causing it to inflate - filling my mouth completely! I could feel it push on my teeth, and the distance between my jaws hurt like a son-of-a-bitch!!! I tried struggling again, and she laughed, “Oh, I hope you don’t think you can do anything to me?” Irma crowed. “You’re not the first I’ve broken like you, and you won’t be the last. Now I think you probably need a good nap right now, so we’re going to go set you down in your crib. You can keep struggling all you want, but you won’t be leaving here until you’re ready to meet your new mommy!” I gave up struggling and chewing on the pacifier for the moment again. My captor carried me down a hallway and into a room with sixteen cribs lined up next to each. I was brought to an empty crib covered in teddy bear bedding. Next to mine was another that held a woman who looked as despondent as I felt. The pacifier in her mouth seemed locked in place for her too. Before I could pay too much more attention to her, I was placed down to stand on my legs. The crib was tall enough that I could only just graze my fingertips across the top. I chose not to make a blatant attempt right then as she placed me down. Suddenly, the pillow between my legs became more noticeable, and I was knocked off balance when she barely pushed me. “Fuck,” I tried to say. “I’m going to assume that wasn’t a naughty word?” The woman asked me. “If it was, we would have to punish you some more?” I shook my head. “Well, good, now you should take a nap right now, but I’m not going to give you anything to force it. IF you’re still awake by lunchtime, I’m sure your lunch will take care of putting you to sleep.” I blinked at her, and she looked over at the other girl. “Has little Becky gone poopy in her diapee?” She pulled the girl’s dress practically off and looked in the back of her diaper. “No poopies yet?” She said, cooing at her, “Well then, let’s help you out, so you don’t get sick!” I watched the woman take the girl out of her crib and wondered what she would do to her. The girl squirmed in vain to getaway. A changing table stood in the open not far from my crib, and I wasn’t left with any questions about where she was taking her. Instead, I watched with morbid fascination as her diaper was yanked off, and she was turned over with her stomach on the changing table. A strap was used across her midsection, and she began struggling with her feet and arms. “Well, let’s just tie these handsees and feetsees down, huh?” I watched as the woman was tied down, and she grabbed something from underneath the table. “Let’s just get you some good medicine! This may not feel good right away, but you’re going to feel so much better when those poopies are all out! Not going poopies for two days is a no-no around here, sweetie!” I watched in horror as the lady pulled out something that I guessed was a huge enema that she pushed up her rear. I felt my own rear sympathetically remembered that damn thermometer a short while ago. The girl struggled more, and I began to hear cries from her even through the pacifier. The lady continued pushing whatever it was up inside the poor woman for several minutes before flipping her over and putting a diaper back on her. “We’ll put these plastic panties around you too, just in case of any leakies. I’ll come to check on you and our new baby boy at lunchtime!” Following a gut feeling, I laid down and closed my eyes to act like I’d been compliant. The girl moaned and cried even through the pacifier that I presumed was the same as mine. “Hmm… might be a smart baby boy after all… We’ll see,” she said, and I could hear her steps fade away. I debated trying to communicate with the girl when I began to listen to sounds… very inhuman sounds caused by the effects of that enema. ‘Shit…’ I thought to myself. ‘These people are all really accomplished at handholds, and I don’t think she’s dumb enough to give me room to dodge and strike her…?’ I thought about the crazy machine and wondered why that had been used when I came in, but she didn’t use it on the girl just then. ‘I need to get out of here!’ I thought to myself. As I lay there, the need to use the bathroom grew since I hadn’t gone before the raid… I thought I had time and planned on going when we got to the portal. ‘I was so damn close to getting home!!!’ I thought to myself. ‘I know better… never relax until you’re back on home soil!’ I lay there and listened to the girl sob and tried to develop a plan. But unfortunately, I was way too immobilized by the mittens to do much right then. I experimented a bit with them, but they were like soft pillows, and it wouldn’t matter how hard I hit someone; they would just laugh the blows off. ‘My balance with this damn diaper will be messed up too,’ I thought. ‘I can either go rank and serial number… or try and lull this lady into complacency.’ ‘There’s always a weapon somewhere,’ I thought to myself. It was clear that she was used to dealing with a battle of wills. The only time I’d thrown her was when instead of cursing at her, I’d instead challenged her to ‘give me her best shot!’ I tried to remember back to the information from the one girl I talked to in the mall, along with a few others in the embassy. ‘My best shot may be to play along with this farce…?’ I heard the girl moaning some more, and it brought to light my own situation. I knew it would be ridiculous to hold my shit forever. Truthfully a constipated stomach ache might slow me down when it mattered most. Getting out of there wasn’t going to be measured in hours against such an experienced captor. I sighed the best I could around the pacifier and began trying to first push out the urine in my bladder. I tried for several minutes and couldn’t get anything going. My gut really needed to empty, so I decided maybe it would help if I stood up. Using the mittened hands, I pushed myself to a push-up position. I was able then to hug onto the metal bars of the crib and pull myself upright. Sighing, I crouched down like I was hovering outdoors in the field. I pushed my body hard again and began to feel success as a large warm log exited my butt into the waiting diaper. My bladder finally let loose, too, causing the front of the diaper to expand even more. I made eye contact with the girl then, and she looked at me with a shocked expression. I pushed more and more until there was nothing left. I felt light-headed, and… it was really weird. I looked at the girl again and shrugged. If I didn’t go by myself, I’d be in her position. ‘I’d rather not have stuff shoved up my ass!’ I debated about trying to figure a way to call for the lady to change me, but with the pacifier stuck in my mouth, there was no way I could do so since I couldn’t pull it out. So I decided to lay down on my stomach and do my best not to smush the sticky mess. ‘It’s no worse than when I ended up with mud going down my pants in the field,’ I told myself. I lay there and thought back to the night before when one of the embassy marines had told me about the different restraints he’d seen them use. “They have these damn locking pacifiers…” he’d shuddered. “One of the guys bought one for a prank one time and stuck it in my mouth… and the asshole pumped it up before I knew what was going on. They claim the damn thing is impossible to get to release with your hand position by yourself. I sure as hell tried and ran into the stupid failsafe… the more you screw with it, the more the damn thing inflates. I damn near broke my jaw by the time someone decided they’d had enough laughs!’ I sighed, thinking that it was probably best to play along for the moment. I closed my eyes and tried to figure out anything I could make from inside a baby’s room that could be a weapon. ‘This is going to be a challenge.’ Eventually, Irma made her appearance back in the room and sniffed her nose, “Well, I bet Baby Becky is all ready to get out of that poopy diaper! Huh?” The girl just moaned in response. “Well, I think you’re going to have to wear that one just for a few more hours - at least until afternoon nap time in that case. Let’s check on our new baby boy here…” she said and picked me up. “I’m guessing since he’s such a big strong man, he’s all...?” She pinched at the diaper as she picked me up and then grossly smelled me. “Wow! Lookie, he’s all wet and poopy like a good baby boy!” She said with a smile. “Maybe Becky’s lesson worked on someone?” she said, “Or… maybe you’re just a good baby boy who knows he’s nothing but a baby who can’t use the potty?” I tried to smile at her, but I doubted she saw it on the other side of the pacifier. “Hmm… maybe you’re one of those people who came over here to get the care you’ve always needed? When they dropped you off, I know they wanted you to be taken below infant level… But maybe it would be better if you were made into a nice preschool-age baby boy for your new family. Never ready to be potty-trained, mind you, but maybe you get to go and learn your ABCs!” She smiled at me, “We’ll just see, won’t we. You definitely entered with a bad impression; maybe it was just that mean woman you didn’t like!” I tried to nod at her and smile the whole time as she seemed to begin genuinely smiling at me, “Well, since you’ve accepted your place and used your diapee without complaint… you know I think you’re only the second to do that ever…?” She mused, “I think that means you can have a diapee change earlier than I’d normally do for a newborn.” She carried me to the wall, and I realized it was the chute to the mechanical thing. I decided to fuss and generated some tears while trying to hug her. “Oh, is baby scared by the big bad robots?” She smiled, “Well… If you can promise to be good and let me change you, I can do it. Does my baby boy want that instead?” I nodded quickly. “Well, okay then,” she told me. I was placed on the same changing table the poor girl had been violated. She put a strap down over my chest and said, “Arms up here, baby boy,” and strapped my arms down above my head. I watched her pull on a pair of gloves then as I lay completely still. She pulled the snaps of the babyish creeper loose and pushed it up to the chest strap. I was shocked when she bent over, blew a raspberry on my belly, and tickled me. I had done my best over the years to not be ticklish… but that was willpower that I let go right then so I could be seen giggling for her. The problem, though, was with my arms above my head, the pacifier in my mouth, I had a hard time breathing. I began audibly gasping, and the lady looked at me with concern. She twisted the pacifier and pulled it out, and I could gasp for air better. “If you’re smart, you’ll stay quiet while I change your diapee. If you do, I’ll consider giving you a regular paci.” ‘Is she that gullible?’ I had to wonder. I didn’t want to push it, though, so I held my body completely still and tried catching my breath while she pulled at the tabs of the diaper. “Pee-eww,” she said in a babying voice, “some wittle boy is all stinky!” She pulled the tapes off the diaper and lifted it off my groin. As she pushed my legs back off the muck, she used the back part of the diaper to wipe off some poop that was now caked onto my skin. Next, she balled up the diaper and threw it in a pail as she kept my legs in the air and began wiping me with baby wipes. ‘I bet this is the one time of the day I have the best chance of pulling something off…?’ I thought to myself as she used some more powder on me and taped me into another diaper. This one didn’t feel quite as thick, though, for some reason. “Since you’ve been such a good baby boy, I think I’ll try you in a toddler diaper instead of that crawler diaper for the rest of the afternoon. If you act up, though, know that you’ll be in a newborn diaper for the rest of your life.” I had just wild guesses on what that meant but nodded and said, “Yes, Ma’am,” to her. “Yes, Nanny,” she corrected me. “Babies don’t say, Ma’am.” She snapped up the flap of fabric around my diaper as she did so. “Yes, Nanny,” I said. I flashed back to my first week at boot camp right then. She smiled at me, “Maybe there’s hope for you. Let’s go get you some nummie num-nums in your tummy!” She effortlessly hoisted me onto her hip and then leaned down to pick up the girl. I wrinkled my nose at the stench. Even across from her on the opposite side of the nanny’s body, I could smell her disgusting shit. I nervously awaited what new horror would come as she walked with us. I needed to get her to trust me enough to lose the stupid mittens; until I got a break there, it seemed pointless to waste energy resisting. She carried us down a hallway and into a larger common area with the many residents I’d yet to see. Apparently, it was a smaller facility, as there weren’t many ‘children’ being held. I only counted fifteen, including the two of us. All around the room, they were tied into a combination of high chairs, booster seats, or… ‘I hope I don’t…’ I thought as I looked at four of them nursing from the bare breasts of the four workers holding them. I might have been curious about trying it once while watching one on this trip, but some of the conversations I’d had since I arrived made me think that their milk would likely mess with my continence… ‘I’m going to have to do that compliantly though if they push it right now.’ I intended to stick to the teacher’s pet idea of things here until they messed up. “Oh, is that our new baby boy?” One of the caretakers that had a little attached to her breast asked. “Yep, and I have to say he might actually be one of the few good ones. We’ll see if it’s all an act or not, but he’s earning gold stars on his behavior chart for today.” “Lord knows he arrived in a bang…?” “Well, you have to remember that Mandy is a bit much sometimes… I’d probably want to bite her myself too!” “I’ll tell her you said that… she likes to play rough,” I watched her wiggle her eyebrows and wanted to roll my eyes. “Not the first time that I’ve heard that. Well, let me put these two down in their highchairs. I’ll get a little bit of some yummy baby food in their mouths and then see about giving them some milkies.” “Who’s up first for the baby?” One girl asked. “You know what? I’ll take one for the team and figure out if he’s a biter like little Becky was when she got here last week.” “In other words, you figure he can’t be any worse than she is?” “Maybe?” she laughed as she placed me down on a high chair and Becky on one next to me. I looked at Becky’s smelly rear end as she was placed down and wanted to vomit as I watched runny poop squish out and run down her leg and butt outside of the plastic pants they’d given her. I noticed a well-worn cushion on my highchair, but she just had hard white plastic beneath her. “Oh, did our stinky little baby girl have a blowout?” she taunted as she buckled her into the seat. “I guess she’s not able to use the big girl potty after all like she claimed before, huh? Only a baby would make a big messy like that in her pants!” I watched her bind her arms and legs to the chair and hoped that wouldn’t happen to me. “Silly Baby Becky wouldn’t have to be all tied into her chair if she’d learn to be a good baby, huh?” I watched her finish and turn her attention to me, “Little baby… Sammy here is being much better behaved.” “Pardon me, Nanny, but my name is...” “I don’t care what your old name was, Sammy. Now don’t go giving me sass and being bad like Baby Becky here…?” “No, Nanny, I’m sorry,” I told her. “I believe you,” she said, “So I’m not going to punish you this time. But I won’t be able to be so nice in the future.” “Thank you, Nanny,” I told her, acting contrite. She gave me a suspicious glance but moved back to putting the chair’s 5-Point harness straps around my body. It clicked with a sound louder than I expected, making me jump slightly. She looked at the other straps and asked me, “Are you willing to be good and eat up your nummy food? Or do I need to strap you down like the bad girl over here?” “I be good, Nanny,” I told her. I decided to try out some simpler babyish sentences to win her over. “Hmm…” she clucked her tongue, “We’ll see.” She placed a tray on the high chair in front of my body and then velcroed a faded bib with some cartoon characters around my neck. I remained passive and waited, wondering just what torturous ‘food’ I was about to be given. Everyone around me seemed to be getting fed from jars of pureed baby food, and I didn’t think I would be treated any differently. She finished putting a bib on the poor woman next to me and left for a second to grab two huge canning jar-sized jars of baby food. It appeared she wasn’t even going to warm the gunk inside up before feeding us. “Let’s see what I have here…” she said as she opened one up. “Vegetable Beef…” She looked at both of us, and “Haggis, Tripe, and Turnips…?” She smiled, “I actually feel bad for having grabbed that one, but one of you will have to eat that one.” I sat passively while my stomach turned in knots… hoping like Hell I wouldn’t have to eat that atrocity. “Well, I don’t see that you’re ready to behave any better, Becky, so I think this one will go to you.” I avoided breathing the sigh of relief I felt as she began feeding her from the haggis jar. She spat out some of it several times, even still making it through most of it before becoming sick and vomiting all over the tray and herself. “We’ll come back and finish feeding you in a moment, Becky,” she said. I watched her look at the jar, “Hate to waste this, so Sammy, let’s see if you really are a good baby boy or just acting!” I steeled myself, ‘You’ve eaten worse things on dares with the team!’ I told myself and forced myself to open my mouth for the spoon. I placed my lips around the spoon and sucked off the awful paste. Nothing would help me keep from making a face, though at just how horrible it was. I forced myself to swallow, though, and opened my mouth up for the next spoonful that she put in. “Hmm…” she said, “Do you actually like this? I can get you more?” I kept my face stoic and refused to give her a yes or no, “Well… I already grabbed this vegetable beef meal, might as well feed you that since you were such a good little boy!” Then, I forced a smile on my face, and she began shoveling in the new gunk. Sadly, it wasn’t much better than the other stuff, but if I kept my eyes closed, I could almost pretend it was a stew. “Need me to take care of this baby girl?” one of the workers asked as she spooned another mouthful into my mouth. “If you don’t mind, wipe her up and give her a nurse. If she doesn’t bite you, change her. If she does bit you, go ahead and put her in the time-out playpen so we can clean her up by just spraying her down inside it with a hose later.” The woman nodded and told Becky, “Come here, you little vomit comet!” Irma began more rapidly spooning the gunk into my mouth without the distractions. By the time she finished spooning the disgusting mush into my mouth, I felt like my mouth was coated in some weird substance… I was really thirsty, but there wasn’t anything to drink. I thought back to all that I had seen and knew if my plan was to work, it would have to be continual. “Nanny, may I please have a bottle?” I asked She looked at me in shock that I was being cooperative. “I’ll take care of getting you something to wash down your food in a moment, baby,” she said. I watched her take the spoons she’d used and the empty jars over to a countertop area before she came back over and brought a baby wipe with her. I tried not to squirm as I felt like a little kid being attacked by his mother. She wiped up a couple of dropped bits of goo on my face, wiped my hands, and then pulled me free of the high chair. She carried me by a trash can and laundry bin, where she put the wipe and the bib, respectively. We walked right past a refrigerator and to a rocking chair. ‘Well… I guess I know what’s coming...?’ I thought to myself. The woman sat me across her lap and looked sternly down at me. “Now, Baby Sammy, Nanny will spank you and punish you severely just like Becky if you bite.” Then, without saying anything else, she pulled her blouse down past an enormous breast and worked at the nursing bra’s flap. At that moment, I felt a rush of blood to my head and to another spot on my body, as I couldn’t but feel slightly aroused at the large breast and exposed nipple. I saw just a little bit of white fluid hanging off it and wondered, ‘What exactly am I getting myself into here?’ I sighed, though, as I knew there was no way I would get out of this. ‘Behave, be a good boy, let them believe you are, and then make your move!’ I reminded myself. I decided the intent was fully implied, so I leaned over and took the engorged nipple into my mouth. It was a surprise that it filled my mouth as much as it did. The nipple was warm like the skin of her breast that my mouth touched. I took a tentative suckle and was rewarded with a squirt of breast milk. ‘That’s pretty good!’ I admitted as I swished it over my taste buds. ‘This is disgusting in so many ways… I hope she’s free of diseases, but it’s way better than that shit I just ate!’ I began sucking more and more milk into my mouth and swallowing. I made sure that my teeth never came near her and began to get tired of suckling before I was tired of the taste. Finally, the milk slowed down, and she pushed her finger between my lips. “Aren’t you a greedy-guts?” she said with a laugh. I was pulled from her breast and placed with my head looking down on a towel over her shoulder. She gently patted my back until I burped like an infant before moving me to the other breast. My muscles in my mouth were growing sore, but I found the milk so tasty it was worth going a while longer. When it slowed again, the nanny released my latch and burped me. I felt a need to go pee and decided I might as well get it over with and let loose into the diaper as she held me gently. “You might be just the cuddly baby boy that a friend of mine has wanted.” She told me, “You’re well behaved, and she can have her preschooler that just can’t get the concept of using the potty down… I think we’ll definitely change our plans with you!” I tried to keep my thoughts passive, but I couldn’t help a little bit of a grimace showing. “Oh, don’t be like that baby boy; you know you loved nanny’s titty! Your new mommy will happily give you all you ever want of hers too!” I just leaned my head down and thought most babies would probably go to sleep now, so I pretended to do so. I intentionally slowed my breathing down and relaxed my body, hoping that she would believe I was asleep, but I remained alert. “So, how’d the new baby boy do?” “I’ve never seen one go from fighting to accepting so quickly,” I heard her tell her. “Sure he’s accepting?” “It sure seems that way. Didn’t throw any of the normal massive fits once he got done with that incredible entrance.” “You going to ease up on him already?” “Maybe after naptime, I’ll think about at least taking the mittens off. He’ll get a regular paci right now unless he starts talking back. He’s already more polite than any Little who’s ever been here.” ‘I’m definitely throwing them off… and unfortunately making them suspicious,’ I thought as I felt her stand with me and begin walking. She squeezed the front of the diaper and made a soft comment, “You can make it until after naptime, I think.” I stayed relaxed as she placed me down into the crib and let the pacifier in that she was teasing between my lips. I didn’t suckle on it, though, initially thinking that was a reflex that might take time to grow on a little. A half-hour later, I opened my eyes and looked around. Every little was asleep, and I could see the room was empty of adults from where I stayed lying down. I pulled the pacifier out of my mouth and looked at it… The material didn’t look like the plastic from back home. It almost seemed more industrial… An idea began forming in my head.

Chapter 2: THE NEXT FEW days were unbelievable to me! I was truly impressed by the Amazon’s technology as they showed us the sights. Computers, robots, medical advances, and even simple things like phones were at least twenty years ahead of us. We’d been given a tour of Emerson University the day before, and I was genuinely impressed by everything we’d seen there! What I wasn’t impressed about, though, was the adults forcibly made to be babies. We’d witnessed several atrocities over the days that I continually documented. I’d seen more of the breastfeeding, public diaper changes, spankings, and… what seemed to be many instances of physical modifications to those adults. Twenty-year-olds did not usually have all of their teeth missing, so I was pretty sure that their ‘parents’ were ripping their teeth out! Most members of our group, other than Lily’s mother, were now all below six feet in height. I’d learned that was the standard for being a ‘little’ in this dimension. From my height until about the eight-foot mark, you would be considered a ‘Betweener’ or ‘Tweener’ by this dimension. I saw plenty of them being pushed about in diapers too, but for the most part, we seemed safer. On the fourth day, I managed to have a side conversation with another person just above my height. “You’re one of those tourists, huh?” She asked as I watched the group looking through a clothing store in the mall we’d been brought to. I looked at the woman, about a foot taller than me, and nodded, “That’s me.” “Melanie,” she said, holding her hand out to me. “Travis,” I said back to her while activating the video camera function. “So… I’ve been curious… what’s up with all of the short adults being babied? My tour guide is pretty evasive about it, or says they asked for that treatment?” The girl snorted, “Asked for it, huh?” She shook her head, “Maybe one in a million might actually ask for it; the others are basically forcibly kidnapped and turned into baby slaves.” “Why?” She shrugged, “Amazon women get crazy… So many of them can’t have kids due to some sort of genetic disorder that seems to be spreading. So to deal with their maternal urges, they find a ‘Little’ to become their baby.” “How long do they keep them?” “Most of the time, until one of them dies…” she said sadly. “Really?” I couldn’t help but ask in shock. “A lifetime of being babied?” “Yes… some have it worse than others, of course. The lucky ones are only diapered and paraded around like toddlers who can still pick up their own fork. Occasionally they might even be able to be toilet trained and kept in their ‘big kid’ pull-ups.” “The best they hope for is Pull-Ups?” I asked incredulously. “Yep. Of course, the smart ones that are free will wear at least a Pull-Up just in case.” She added, “There aren’t that many anymore, though...” “Why? How?” “Ever not wiped your ass well enough and found a brown streak in your underwear that night?” She paused, “Actually, don’t answer that… Let’s just say that if they want to, they can check your underwear. If there’s even the slightest skid mark or dribble of pee in your underwear? It’s grounds for adoption. If you’re at least mature enough to wear protection, you might get a chance to run away.” My mouth dropped, “Really?” “Then there are the ones who will say ‘someone’s not mature enough’ because they argue with the ‘adult.’” She proceeded to give me a quick lowdown until my group came to the edge of the store. “Stay with your group; you’re tall enough to be a Betweener here… a little short, but still mostly safe. The laws specifically address under six feet with adoptions. Stay smart and safe, though, or you could be getting your pampers changed too!” “Thanks for the info,” I told her and joined Lily’s parents. The group had been split up between Dara and Grace today, ‘randomly,’ for some reason. It had seemed odd to split the girl off from her parents, but the tour company had been running things really smoothly for the most part. When we got back on the bus, the other group was already on, so we quickly pulled away to go to the next destination. Then, a half-block from the mall, I heard, “Where’s Lily?” THE TOUR COMPANY had refused to turn the bus around to look for their daughter, stating that ‘the rules were clear.’ The whole thing stunk to me, but I couldn’t prove anything. They tried calling the police but were told they’d need to wait twenty-four hours to file a missing person report because she was an adult. ‘Sure… that’s what she is right now!’ I couldn’t help but think as I watched her mom cry hysterically. The next day while they waited at the hotel, hoping she might return there, I traveled with the group to a huge zoo with many animals that had either gone extinct in our dimension or hadn’t existed. It was pretty cool, but I documented more cases of ‘littles’ being forced into their roles as surrogate babies throughout the visit. I was sitting down for lunch with the group and noticed a family of littles nearby. There was a father and mother in their late forties and a teenage boy and daughter who looked towards the end of high school in age. An Amazon woman walked by and spilled her drink all over the fronts of the two teenagers and proceeded to claim they had wet themselves. Their parents tried fighting the woman, but security was called, and soon all four of them were in diapers and some spare clothing one ‘helpful’ mother had provided. You could tell that everyone around our table was nervous as they watched the incident. I couldn’t help but wonder if someone could be stopped from pulling the same stunt with the tourist group? “Could that happen to us?” one woman, now just under five feet, asked of Dara. “Not as long as you stay with us, sweetie! Tourists are protected from being adopted so long as they are with their licensed tour guide.” I suddenly twinged to what might be involved in this circle of disappearances. ‘So the tourists get distracted, separated, and then…?’ I thought, looking over at a ‘mom’ spoon-feeding some disgusting pureed mush to a man only wearing a diaper to go along with a beer gut. ‘Then your life is over!’ I thought. I followed the tour guide I was with for the afternoon, taking care to stay a bit closer than I had yesterday on the off chance someone decided that a taller ‘baby’ was more their style. Spending the day in a ‘family’ park setting made me realize that while I might be taller than a baby, I could easily fit in with the height of a kindergartner or first grader… The first few of those I saw that were still diapered showed me that it wouldn’t be a significant stumbling block for some crazy wannabe mom to do the same to me! That being said, I noticed apparent deference towards me in my dealings with ordering food versus the shorter tourists. I was still treated like an adult while they all got ‘honey,’ ‘sweetie,’ ‘pumpkin,’ and ‘munchkin’ nicknames. It was clear that I was older in their minds! In the end, we did a lot of walking that day before we boarded the bus to return to the hotel. A headcount was done, and we were three people short. “Does anyone know where Riley, Paul, and Libni are?” Dara asked. No one seemed to know, and I noted that once again, the three missing were with the opposite group that I was in. “Well, hopefully, they find their way back to the hotel!” she smiled. “Just a reminder that you need to stay with the group and on time with our itinerary! We’re all adults here, and that shouldn’t be a problem, right?” she asked rhetorically. “Now, we’ll give you a couple of hours to take a nap and change before we go to dinner and then a late theater show,” Grace told us as we pulled away. I walked into the hotel and noticed that Lily’s parents were sitting in the lobby chairs with apparent worry. The tour guides gave them a wide berth… but it wasn’t in my nature to just let someone be kidnapped from their parents like that. “Hi, I’m Travis,” I told them. “John and this is my wife Carrie,” he told me. “Any sign of Lily?” The woman looked at me and shook her head, “None… we almost have enough time gone to report her missing to the police… but… but… what if…?” She choked back some more sobs. “Look,” I glanced around and ensured no one was around, “I have some experience in these situations. How about I go with you to the police station?” “You’d do that?” Then, the man asked, “What’s in it for you?” I shrugged, “I don’t believe in leaving people behind.” I happened to rub the sleeve of my shirt just then, and I noticed recognition as I realized I had flashed my tat at him. “You were a SEAL?” He asked quietly. “Fifteen years,” I told him. “What grade?” “I mustered out as an E-8,” I told him. “Well… let’s go then, honey,” he told her. “How are we getting there?” “Let’s get a cab,” I told him and left them to organize one at the desk. John was placed into a booster seat by the cab driver, but his wife and I were tall enough to ride in the regular seats. I was actually a bit surprised by that as we drove. I knew back home, the age of eight, or fifty-six inches, had become the legal requirement for most states. ‘That’s about eight-and-a-half feet,’ I thought to myself. ‘Not about to bring attention to that, though!’ I thought as we drove on. The police station was actually a really close building to where we were staying. Just about seven city blocks down the road from the hotel in a straight line. I noted the route in case I needed to find our way back later. “Okay, that’ll be…” he told us, and I handed over my credit card for the bill. It was one they issued us on this side, and his tiny computer had no problems processing the charge. “If you need a ride back, call this number,” he told me, giving me a card. “Thank you, sir,” I told him with a smile. Then, finally, we made it into the lobby, and it was apparent that no Little was thought of in consideration of the size of the furniture. At the front desk, we approached, and I said, “We need to report their missing daughter.” “How long has she been missing?” “A bit over a full day,” I said, looking at the special watch I had bought in a gift shop. “At least thirty-three hours?” “Age?” “Eighteen,” Carrie told him. “Are you sure she didn’t just go out for a night of partying?” “Yes, we’re sure, we’re tourists from the other dimension - trust me, she didn’t go off on her own willingly,” John told him angrily. “Okay… you’ll need to fill out these forms,” he said, handing over an electronic tablet. “If you have a picture, you can scan it with the camera.” “Thanks,” Carrie said, taking the tablet and walking over to the large benches in the corner. She hopped up with a little bit of effort. John had to practically climb his way up it. I chose to stand by and watch the lobby and its people. Something about the officer’s glance right then and a quiet conversation he was having with another one to the side made me think something was up. Carrie had tear streaks down her eyes as she filled out the tablet’s questionnaire. “May I see what they asked?” I asked when she was done. I looked through the paperwork and saw it was pretty standard stuff from back home. I noticed that with the height, it automatically populated a mark in ‘Little,’ ‘Mid,’ or ‘Big.’ It looked like because she was a Little, it also asked what age she was potty-trained. ‘Twenty-eight months,’ she’d typed in. Where things went off the beaten path back home was their request for detailed medical history information. It seemed more like a complete medical history request, like when you went to a doctor. ‘They don’t need that much information to find a missing person…?’ I thought skeptically. I walked back up with them to the counter, and the man said, “Okay, we’ll share the information with everyone in our system and be on the lookout for her.” “You’re not going to have someone go check out where she was last seen?” I asked. “Doesn’t usually do any good. We’ll be in touch if we hear something,” the bored officer said. Warning bells went off in my head as we were essentially dismissed without meeting with a detective or anything. Sensing I needed to get them back to the hotel for our safety, I directed them gently outside. There was a convenient cab driver there, but somehow, I didn’t trust that convenience. I kept them walking on the street instead of taking a cab. “Why not take that cab back there?” John asked me quietly. “Gut feeling…” was all I said. It was a long walk back to the hotel, and by the time we returned, the group had left. I picked a random place out of a phone book and got us delivery of pizza… Huuuuuge pizza! It reminded me of the pizza places I saw on TV back home that were like four feet in diameter! I sat with them and talked to them for a while before heading back to my room and planning what I could do. ‘Something wasn’t right at that police station,’ I thought. Over the years, I had been, of course, ingrained to follow orders. However, as I’d risen through the enlisted ranks, I’d also been given the advice to follow my gut. My gut was screaming at me that something wasn’t right about the whole situation. ‘I already have more than enough information and evidence for the client?’ I thought to myself. The problem was that since I’d come to work for the firm, I just couldn’t let go of a good mystery. Making a decision, I found the most nondescript clothes I’d brought and waited for the dimensions two am to come around. Then, hoping it was late enough, I slid out the back of the building through a stairwell unnoticed. Before I closed the door, I jammed a piece of cardboard from the pizza box in the door to keep it from latching fully. I had no idea what the door sensor would think with it, but I hoped to be able to pull it back open without using the card and documenting my re-entry. The eight blocks to the station were as nerve-wracking as any mission I’d been on. Several times I saw vagrant amazons passed out on the street. One or two of them had poorly dressed Littles with them. I noticed one had a dog collar around its neck and a leash tied to the amazon’s arm! At the police station, I knew I couldn’t just go in the front door, so I made my way around back. The building featured some pretty large brick walls but no obvious entrance in the back that wasn’t guarded. ‘I bet I could grab onto the brick, though…?’ I thought to myself. Before I approached, I placed a face mask on to help avoid identification later. ‘I assume they have cameras,’ I thought to myself. ‘Hopefully, no one is watching it in real-time!’ Fifteen minutes later, I was on the roof of the eight-story building and looking at the hatch there for any sign of an alarm system. Unfortunately, there was one! I sighed and decided they had some low-tech security for such a high-tech culture. They left the sensors on the outside, apparently more worried about keeping people in than out, and I could simply unscrew one side of the sensor and tape it to the other without breaking the connection. Fortunately, the door itself was unlocked, and I found myself inside the building. Remembering the signs from earlier, I found my way to the sixth floor, where most of the lights were off. Clearly, most detectives didn’t work nightshift hours around here. I checked a few offices, finding some unlocked but no unlocked computers. Just as I came to another door, a janitor came in. He turned the lights of the large bullpen area on! I pulled on the handle and dived into what was thankfully an empty office. Making my way to the other side of the desk, I discovered I had gotten lucky twice - as this system was still logged in! I found a program to search cases and typed ‘Lily Hendrickson’ into the search field. A quick look found the case entered that afternoon, but instead of being marked ‘Open,’ it sat there with the marking of ‘Closed.’ My gut wrenched, and I felt nervous that I was probably right. Sure enough, there was a marking of ‘Little Feet Orphanage’ as a location for her. Another note said they had transmitted the required medical records to the orphanage. It added that fees would be paid accordingly to the department. I saw a printer and printed the document off. ‘Fees?’ I couldn’t help but wonder. I wasn’t the best computer user on the team back home, but we were all given some training in the last couple of years on hacking if we needed intel in the field. Of course, shooting and enhanced interrogation were not off the table depending on the tango, but the hope was that we wouldn’t need that to get more reliable intel. In this case, that training paid off. I discovered hundreds of files with the same setup and case codes. All of the names seemed to also have references to a DT with them. ‘Diamond Tours?’ I thought. Each of them listed a fee of ten thousand dollars paid to the department! I took pictures and videos as quickly as I could to try and locate names and take more information back home. My agency could probably backtrack families and figure out what they might have had in common. I was just getting ready to dive in deeper when the door suddenly jiggled. ‘Shit!’ I thought in my head and exited out of stuff and quickly found a hiding spot behind a couch. It wasn’t a good hiding spot, but maybe the janitor or whoever came in wouldn’t figure that out. Unfortunately, two things went wrong… it wasn’t a janitor… and the detective noticed straight away something was wrong and turned around the room to find me. “What are you doing in here?” She asked. She reached for me, and I dug into all of my training to put her down. First, I dived underneath her and delivered hard blows to her knees and ankles. Then, I used the chair to help make a massive leap up and grabbed her in a chokehold around her neck. It wasn’t as easy as putting a regular human to sleep, but in our exercises, I discovered that I could still put these giants down if I could manage to get to their necks. She tried hollering, but with her airway closed, she didn’t have a lot of hope for that. Eventually, she went still and fell flat on her face. I checked for a pulse and was relieved she wasn’t dead. ‘Time to get out of here!’ I thought to myself, grabbing the record from the printer and making my exfiltration the same way I came in. Getting back down the wall was not as much fun, and I really wished I had a rope to just rappel, but twenty minutes later, I was heading back down the street to the hotel. When I arrived at the back door, I was happy to see the cardboard still in place I had left. To my relief, the door even opened without me using my card. I made it back to my room, where I used the same trick to get in without ever using the electronic locks to give myself away. I knew cameras could be reviewed, but hopefully, I’d be home in our dimension before someone got around to that! Making sure the tells I left in the room to mark no one had been in there were undisturbed, I quickly showered, hid the clothes I was wearing in the bottom of my laundry bag, and hit the bed for an hour of sleep before I needed to get up. THE NEXT MORNING, I drew the two of them over to a pool area where I hoped the noise of a hot tub gurgling away would distort anyone, or anything, that might have been listening. “We need to keep this quiet as I don’t think we can trust the tour company,” I told them quietly. They nodded, “I wondered,” John said. “I have a good lead at this point.” “Where is she?!?!” Carrie said far louder than I wanted her to, but I was pretty sure no one would have heard. “I’m not specifically sure, but I think an orphanage or something. I want us to go to the embassy together and see if they can help us out.” “We should have gone there yesterday,” Carrie said despondently. “Wouldn’t have been as good without the intel I got. Now, I want us to slip out the back, and we’re going to go straight there. I’m not planning on letting the company know where we are.” They nodded and followed me out the back way I had used the night before. We found a cab, dealt with another booster seat for John, and managed to get to their Embassy Row and the American Embassy there. We approached the gate and were questioned heavily by a Marine stationed there. It took me stating I was a retired SEAL before we made traction in getting inside. “Sorry, sir, but we don’t just let random people in the gates… we’ve had some issues with people from this dimension coming here trying to claim asylum protection.” “I bet you have,” I told him. “Go on in, sir. There’s a receptionist that can get you to the right person.” It took the better part of two hours before we were seated in a conference room with the ambassador, someone from a group called themselves ‘the bureau,’ and a person supposed to be a clerk. I instantly read them as a spook, though, making sure not to let them know I knew or let John and Carrie figure it out. “So you say this Diamond Tours group is operating as an illicit human trafficking ring?” The ambassador asked. I nodded, “Here, this was… acquired... from their police station a few hours after they reported their missing daughter. You note that it says that the case is closed there, and the information about transmitting her medical information.” “You realize this looks to be just a normal legal adoption?” The Bureau officer stated to me. I brought out the small computer that I had brought with me and opened the files of photos I had taken. I laid out the evidence in precise detail and stated, “The law here says we’re safe with a tour guide, right?” “You’re supposed to be…” the ambassador hedged. “I, for one, don’t trust them any further than I can throw the giants!” “Now, sir…” the bureau agent implied a warning. “I know…” he said, “So how are we going to recover this girl? This is clearly the act of a duplicitous tour agency from what I see here.” “Let me get my team in here,” the agent said. “It’s going to probably take at least a night to get things in order to go to that orphanage.” “May I recommend that we stay here at the embassy for tonight? Maybe I can go with a bureau agent to recover all of our things?” “I think we can make that happen,” the ambassador said. THAT AFTERNOON I went back to the hotel with a team of five human agents and two Amazons that belonged to this ‘Bureau’ group. From what little I could tell, they had something to do with the legal immigration options? ‘Or maybe they were just as involved in trafficking...’ I wondered darkly. By late morning we had recovered all of their luggage and mine from the hotel. We also firmed up plans to stay the night at the embassy in their housing to ensure our safety. I participated in helping the Bureau people plan the raid to rescue Lily, and a few of the others believed to be at the same center. The final planning session involved her parents too. “I think that’s it,” the lead agent said. “Mr. and Mrs. Hendrickson, can you stay back for a moment so I can talk to you about some things…?” I had thought about staying behind and waiting for them, but an invite from the marine that had helped me get set up with a bunk had left me deciding to go hang out with them. That evening as I hung out with the off-duty marines serving as security, I learned a lot of details from them to add to my report… None of it favorable for this dimension or our own government’s complicity. Our government was aware of the kidnappings and forced babyhood but chose not to do anything due to large gifts of precious metals and technology coming in. The whole setup smelled to high heaven… and I wasn’t surprised in the slightest by that! The following day, I was dressed in regular plainclothes attire with Lily’s parents, while the twelve Littles and eight Amazons were all suited up in protective combat gear. We had been set up to observe from the outside of the building, and I felt my stomach sink. ‘Little Feet Orphanage’ was painted above the entrance in primary-colored fonts appropriate for a daycare. A chain-link fence surrounding a play yard was built alongside the building, with plenty of playground equipment fit for toddlers. Nothing too tall or scary, and all looked to have soft spots to land on. It looked like no ‘kids’ were outside just then. The teams were armed with serious automatic firepower and approached the facility with speed and precision, which impressed me. ‘Not my units’ level, but better than an average SWAT team,’ I thought. The whole place looked like an innocent daycare back home until the raid began. We heard a ‘go’ over a radio from an agent that stayed behind with us and watched them breach the building from multiple sides. Two Littles had gone in through the playground with an Amazon, and I watched in disbelief as some weird mechanical arms flew at the littles. They reminded me of Bender’s ‘extendo-arm’ from Futurama as they followed and kept grabbing at the littles. Finally, one of the sets of arms managed to grab one of the Little officers and began trying to spank them while the other little quickly used some sharp knife to slice the arm off. I heard a few sounds and noises from inside, and then all was quiet. I listened to a ‘Clear’ from each of the three teams before the agent said, “We can go in now.” “Is Lily in there?” Carrie asked nervously. “Is the Primary Objective present?” They asked. “We believe so. Confirmation of ID by parents is needed.” “Let’s go get her,” I told her parents and led them inside. I felt my stomach drop as I looked around at adults in various states of distress. Dirty diapers, missing teeth, vacant stares, and many were still happily playing - clueless of the situation around them. The worst were the cries from adults that sounded like they were newborns… As I walked past several of them, I could smell the poop in their diapers, and it took my strong stomach to not vomit. All of the workers appeared to have been taken into custody alive and were lined up sitting down along a wall with two Littles and an Amazon covering them. “Over here,” one of the Littles said and led us to an overgrown playpen that I came up to my chest in height. “Mom!!!!!!!!!! Dad!!!!!!!” Lily cried out when she saw her parents. The poor girl was sitting in a short dress and a diaper. A baby bottle was still clutched in her hand, but she didn’t seem to feel the need to drop it now that she was saved. In fact, I watched as she took a nurse on it right then. Her diaper, fully on display, was yellowed and swollen. As I grew closer, I could smell something, and there was clearly a brown stain on the back of the diaper. “This is positively her?” the lead agent asked Carrie. “Definitely! What did they do to her? And why is she in a poopy diaper? Don’t they change them at least?!?” Her mom seemed outraged. “We’ll get her changed real quick and then escort you all to the portal,” one of the Amazons from the team said. I watched as the enormous woman easily picked up Lily like a small toddler and carried her to a diaper changing table. I watched morbidly as the shitty diaper was pulled off, and the lady cleaned her up. To my surprise, her being exposed in a full room of people, including her parents and a stranger, didn’t seem to embarrass her at all. ‘Just a few days ago, she turned as a bright a tomato when I looked at her sitting in a car seat!’ The Amazon agent pulled another diaper out and used it on her before pulling the bottle away that the girl had started nursing again. “It may take a while before she recovers.” She handed Carrie a large diaper bag with some more diapers, the bottle she had just been using, and it looked like other standard baby care stuff in it. I watched Carrie grimace, and John looked green, but she happily took her daughter back from her and hugged her tightly. The poor girl had shrunk so much that she looked like a toddler held against her mom’s side. “Lily, I’m so glad we found you!” Carrie told her daughter, and I smiled as I watched the family hug together and cry happy tears of joy. “As much as I would like to let you have time to have a reunion here, I think we should get you moving…” the team leader told them. “Yes, sir,” Carrie told him and set Lily on the ground and pulled her by the hand to the vehicles that waited. In the time we had been inside, the news crews and many bystanders had begun watching the scene. Then, finally, I watched the family get into a large van with Lily buckled in a car seat. I was going to join them, but one of the Amazon Bureau members said, “We don’t have room for you in here, come to this vehicle, please, sir.” I shrugged and followed them as they walked to an SUV that looked like a standard black government-issued vehicle from back home. I climbed in the back seat and was joined on either side by an Amazon while a third drove. They began driving and following the family, but suddenly at one intersection changed directions away from the portal. “Umm… The portal’s that way, guys?” I said. “Awww… He’s such a smart wittle boy,” the woman next to me on my right cooed. “You’re right, pumpkin, but we’re not taking you there. You’ve made too much of a mess here, and we don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go back to your home. So… we’re taking you to a new one!” I started to try and bolt over to the front to get out, but both had the element of surprise on their sides and managed to pin my arms completely down. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll make sure you get a comfy new home soon!”

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

I have achieved daytime facial incontinence through years of diaper training, night time facial incontinence has never happened.

Chapter 11 is ready to go I hope you enjoy it! Remember TXT, ODT and PDF formats are available for download and constantly kept up to date! As always I'd love to read what you have to say, your words keep me motivated and directly helps new chapters come out faster. Here's Chapter 11. This form must have been fairly long because Emmy ended up sitting down by the enterance and looking over it carefully, she also seemed to take significantly longer to answer some questions than others. Once she was finally done filling everything out she left me in my stroller with the lady who greeted us before. "You be good for the nice caretaker now, I'll be back as soon as I finish getting some odds and ends." "Alright little guy let's get you out of that stroller and get you ready for a nap." the caretaker unbuckled the safety belt and picked me up out of the stroller cradling me in her arms. Her giant nipple was pressed up against my mouth. She moved me over to a changing table mounted to the wall gently placing me down and strapping me in. "What's the meaning of this?" "Every child in our care needs to be wearing protection, this is a law to protect the children and to give legal protection to care giving facilities. So unless you want me to find Emmy and tell her that you refused to comply with our rules this is necessary." I didn't want to have to comply, but at the same time I know it'd just be a huge inconvenience to Emmy if I didn't. So I gave a reluctant sigh and said "fine." "Good now I don't want any more out of you unless directly spoken to, you understand?" "yes...." "Glad we understand eachother." She pulled out a diaper from a nearby shelf, placed it under me and started diapering me. After the first diaper was on she went and did the same thing with a second diaper. "There we go, that should do it. All that's left now is to give you a feeding and than put you down for a nap." The women unstrapped me from the changing table and picked me up, once again cradling me in her arms, her nipple pressing against my mouth again through her top. She went over to a rocking chair and sat down. "Alright, your mommy didn't say whether you were breast or bottle fed so I'm just going to have to default to both, since we have to feed children in our care before we put them down for a nap.." "That's really not necessar-" I was interrupted by the nipple of a giant baby bottle being shoved into my mouth. "I thought I told you not to make a peep. This is your last warning." She held the bottle to my lips so I couldn't spit it out, her breasts were still rubbing against me, the nipple of her left breast lightly pressing against my cheek. "Do you like that baby? Do you like my soft squishy boobies pressing up against you?" I just laid there, refusing to move or draw liquid from the bottle nipple. This women might be bigger than me, but she can't force me to eat/drink anything that I don't want to. "Come on baby, drink your babas, no need to be stubborn. The quicker we're done with your feeding the quicker you can take a nap." She placed her hand on my padded crotch and began gently rubbing back and forth applying varying pressure to my genitals. The stimulation made me to let out a moan, which in turn caused the nipple of the baby bottle to squirt filling my mouth with milk. Not wanting to choke I had to swallow the milk which just made it so I drew more milk from the bottle. I had unintentionally given this lady exactly what she wanted. "There we go, good boy!" She continued rubbing my front of my diaper as an erection began to form. "Looks like someone is enjoying their feeding!" I was being forced to drink down the milky substance, every time I swallowed more milk would fill my mouth. What's worse is the bottle wasn't even half way done and I felt very full. "Is the baby full? Okay baby I'll let you take a little break, looks like I need to take care of something anyway." She took the bottle out of my mouth and picked up some strange contraption from an end table, she than proceeded to fiddle with the front of my diaper. Undoing a few bits of velcro revealed a crotch hole like you would find in most men's underwear. Instantly my erect penis sprang out through the crotch hole. She took the contraption and placed it over my penis, attaching two small square patches to my balls "Perfect fit!" I opened my mouth to protest but was quickly silenced by her shoving her giant nipple in my mouth. "You be a good boy and drink up, otherwise I'll have to punish you." Not like I had much choice, the instant her nipple entered my mouth I was instantly greeted with a steady flow of breast milk, which again I had to swallow otherwise I'd choke. "That's a good boy, you just keep drinking while I take care of that naughty pee pee of yours." I could feel her fiddling with the contraption on my penis, but my entire field of view was covered by her massive breast. I could hear soft moans coming from the care taker as I continued to empty her breast of it's actually rather delicious milk. I could feel the contraption start to apply pressure to my penis, the patches attached to my balls vibrating gently. I couldn't stop myself from letting out a loud moan. "I think baby is enjoying his milking, don't worry baby, I promise to milk you whenever you come visit me." The points on my penis which the machine applied gentle pressure to changed seemingly randomly, the patches on my balls seemed to have multiple vibration points on them as well which also randomly moved from one to another. This women was raping me, no doubt about it, but I couldn't help but enjoy it. "I think it's time for Auntie Kaylee to give the baby his nap." I could feel her fiddling with the machine some more. The machine went into overdrive causing my body to feel more pleasure than I had ever felt before in my life. "Wait KAYLEE!?!??" I yelled out just as I reached climax subsequently passing out. My face covered in breast milk my penis drained of every last drop of cum and I enjoyed it. **** After about an hour Emmy came back from shopping. "Hey Kaylee! How did our little man hold up." "He was wonderful, he really seemed to enjoy himself." "I'll be sure to bring him back than, he looks so content sleeping. It's nice that he got to go out today. He really enjoyed stopping by your stand today. Speaking of which, who runs your stand while you work here?" "I have my cousin run the stand when I have shifts here, keeps it in the family." "That makes sense." Emmy took the sleeping Daniel out of the crib he was in and placed him back in the stroller. All fluids had been cleaned off of him, he had also been changed back into his old cloths, just how Emmy had left him. **** I woke up, I was back in my crib at The Everland Farm. I noticed something scratchy on my body, I reached down my shirt and pulled out a sticky note that was stuck to my chest. "Hey baby, you better not tell anyone about what happened today...or else. ~Kaylee <3" I had a feeling I just got myself into a whole new world of trouble. ====End Of Chapter 11==== As always I'd love to read what you have to say, your words keep me motivated and directly helps new chapters come out faster.

Being a total space nerd this has always fascinated me. Aside from the occasional comment or interview excerpt, I don't see too many astronauts commenting too openly about actually using their diapers. I've seen a few comments mentioning that it's much easier to wear to sleep on the ISS then to have to get up and float over to the module containing the bathroom facilities. They say each module varies in temperature quite a bit and some modules are pretty cold on the way through so going in a diaper is way easier. I'll have to see if I can find that article (may have even been a forum comment somewhere, who knows the validity of it). Good find on this one anyways. I love my JRE podcasts! Thanks! Oh by the way, here's an image from the space shuttle mid deck while in orbit. Notice the size of that diaper stash in the upper right! lol

Somehow this makes sense to me. I love to wear girdles, and I love to wear diapers too! Why not do both? Right now, I have on a white open bottom girdle with white stockings over two pull-ups and a diaper. I plan to challenge my pull-up/diaper combo to see how much they will hold as a team. I grew up when my mom and older sister wore stockings with a girdle or garter belt to hold them up. I found that seeing them in their undies highly sparked my interest enough that I just had to see what it was like for myself.

Thanks for the advices you really help me. I've been thinking of telling my parents about my fetish but it really scares me because I cant imagine how they could react Thank for answer me

Chapter LII The rest of my night was spent crying. Hating myself for being so stupid. Being angry at myself for not noticing. And sad that all the power to make me happy rested in the hands of another person. But eight hours of crying had a strong silver lining: I slept like a baby. In the morning, my bed was wet. Cora's fault, I reminded myself. Those tapes, or whatever Etta was talking about. But at the same time, I knew this wet bed wasn't all Cora's fault. It was mine too. I knew this would happen, and I could have put a diaper on last night. But I'd made my own decision. The wrong decision. And to make matters worse... I sort of missed my diapers. I crawled out of bed and started to strip my sheets. Sam was only my maid because we lived in this house, because she was employed by the Gladstones. If I was going to leave this all behind, I needed to take care of my own wet sheets. This seemed like a good trial run. I threw all my sheets and my wet pajamas in the laundry hamper and went downstairs. Three flights of stairs, to the washing machine. Then up to the kitchen to find some cleaning products. And back upstairs to clean the bed. Back downstairs to make breakfast. I hadn't cooked for myself in weeks. The process was far more tedious than I remembered. Waiting for toast. Waiting for burners to heat up. Waiting for food to cool. Using three different utensils that would need to be washed. A pan, a plate. I ate in the quiet kitchen, wondering where everyone was. Even the head maid wasn't around... I switched my laundry to the dryer and decided not to go to work. After all, it wasn't really my job, was it? Prin probably knew all about this. I'd have to be mad at her too. I didn't have the energy to be mad today. So I sat on the sofa in the living room and put on a TV show. The Netflix app had been unlocked and I could access all the adult shows. I put on something I used to watch. A formulamatic crime drama. But the thing is... TV is just TV. A kids show and an adult show is basically the same thing. You can anticipate what's going to happen nine times of ten, and the plots are only interesting twice a season. So what's the point, anyway? I went downstairs and got my sheets out of the laundry, then went upstairs and made my bed. As good a time as any to take a shower, I supposed. Showers. I hadn't had showers in a while. It was all baths, recently. Baths in a big tub. Almost like swimming, or spending time in a hot tub. Recreation, so to speak. But showers felt like work. Wash my hair. Wash my body. Shave, if I need to. Efficient and boring. After drying off and putting my pink hair up in a towel, I sat my naked ass down on the toilet for the first time in a week. In less than a second, I started to pee. The stream splashed loudly into the bowl and the heat I had come to expect against my skin never came. And when I was done, I was done. It was... the least eventful thing I'd ever done in my entire life. Yeah, maybe wetting a diaper was gross and weird. But it was an experience. A gross, weird experience. So which was better? For lunch, I made a peanut butter sandwich and ate some carrot sticks. For dinner, I ordered pizza from a Dominos down the street. I shared my meals with the cast of Law and Order. I never saw Cora. I never saw Mr. Gladstone. Even Sam and I only ran into each other a few times throughout the day. She said she would look up some apartments online. I snagged a bottle of rum from the liquor cabinet - which I should really pay for - and took it to my room. Two hours later, I drunkenly pissed my bedsheets just to feel something. To be reminded of a time I wasn't so fucking lonely... Tuesday morning, I woke up at seven with a hangover and at ten without one. By eleven, my disgust for wet sheets overruled my depression and I finally got out of bed. This mattress was probably ruined... I was in the middle of pouring myself a bowl of cereal when I caught Cora's eye. She stood in the doorway to the kitchen, wearing her pajamas. "Can we talk?" she asked. "Okay..." "I'd like to know..." Cora asked, quietly, not making direct eye contact. What was the point of trying to talk her out of it? She had moved on. If Cora was lucky, maybe she wouldn't call the police. Cora had sent the help home, and her and her husband had fought catastrophically. The house was starting to gather dust, things out of place stayed out of place. One sink dripped for days. It was like time had stopped in the Gladstone household. But not stopped as in paused; stopped as in failed. Like a house at the end of the universe, destined to sit and fall apart. A scene of a crime, really. “I’d like to know your intentions, I suppose." "...I'm not sure yet," I muttered. Suddenly, I didn't feel so hungry. So I left the bowl of cereal on the counter and walked past Cora into the living room. She followed behind me, until were were both sitting on opposite sides of the room. Me on the couch, her in the chair. This conversation felt too heavy for either of us. Why were we even having it...? "I miss you." Those three words broke a silence of some seconds that had stretched into feeling like years. And that's what this was all about, really; longing, wistful, aching... missing. Cora had pinned her life on a plan built on rotting foundations, and now her house had fallen into the mud below and she felt like drowning was the only way forward. "...I miss you too," I admitted. "I... I don't think I ever realized before how unhappy I was... and now..." I crossed my arms and looked away. None of this solved anything. None of it made it any better... "I hurt you. I broke my promise. You put your trust in me to make your decisions and to keep you safe. And I didn't - I kept you safe from everything outside these walls but let myself be the thing that hurt you instead. I can't imagine how... betrayed... you must be feeling. How disappointed in me." I nodded. She hit the nail right on the head. "I feel... lost," I muttered. "I feel like I never really knew anything. And I faked it, you know? And then you came along, and you didn't even care. You told me I didn't have to fake it. And I would be okay. And now... now I don't know how to fake it anymore. And I'm not okay..." Helping her now felt like something that Cora had no right to do, but with what might be their final conversation, what did she have to lose? She owed Natalie so much for what she'd put her through. "I wanted to help you the moment I first saw you,” Cora admitted, looking down at her hands. The room kept distance between them. "You never have to fake anything anymore, Natalie. There's so much.... so much love and passion inside of you, that I don't think you ever let anybody see before me. You'd be happy just to make me happy, you'd draw little doodles at work for me when I'd have to cancel lunch because things came up and you knew I was stressed." Minutia. "You've got this fire inside of you, that anybody would be lucky to even know about, let alone get to see. And you showed me that flame, that... purity. And all you asked for in return... was that I never let the wind in. I could keep you safe from decisions, Nattie, I would for the rest of your life if I was given the chance. But all those decisions were doing was clouding what you always had inside of you - this perfect, burning, innocent, sweet... spark of love." I couldn't cry. I knew if I started to cry, I'd run to her. I would need her. And I couldn't need her. So I closed my eyes and willed my tears away. "I know why you did what you did... I know you were scared and you just wanted to show me how great things could be, and if you didn't, maybe I'd never know. And I appreciate it. I do. I just... I was so scared all the time. And you did that to me. I don't... I don't know how to... to make sense of that. Tell me how to make sense of it..." Maybe she could. Maybe she could just do that thing she did, where she always had the right answers, even if I didn't understand it. "Your life was an impossible paradox, Nattie my darling. You were always so scared, that the only way to truly feel anything else was to surrender everything to someone else. But you were too scared to do that. Too scared to not be scared. Enter me. The woman who would show you by force what it could be like to not be scared, to be happy and free. But the price to pay for breaking your paradox... is to lose you." "Poetic," I laughed, wiping my eyes. Fuck, please don't cry... "I don't know what I'm going to do without you... I don't want to live my life like yesterday. I miss it, and I miss you, and..." I shook my head and wiped my eyes again. No, no, no... "I'm scared of being scared again..." "Then come to me, darling. Come to me of your own free will, of your own decision.” Cora's time to cry. "And I'll make sure it's the last decision you ever need to make. I'll be honest with you, and I'll have no fear about it. Please... please if you ache as badly as I do, if you long as deeply as I do... if..." She stopped short of it: saying anything else would be manipulative. "I love you." I shook my head and tears slid down my cheeks. Damnit, damnit, damnit... "Nuh uh... you make my decisions, remember? You do..." So the answer was obvious, wasn't it? I nodded my head and took a deep breath. "You decide what's best for me... and I'll believe you..." It was an answer a long time coming, but one that she gave instantly; an answer she should have given all that time ago when they'd first met. "I don't think you should be with me. That's what I'm deciding for you, darling." Her chest ached. There was no game here, no longer goal, no ending strategy. "You know how to be happy now, and there's no way I deserve to see that flower blossom, not after everything I did." I shook my head and wiped new tears from my eyes. "No..." "I'm so sorry," Cora cried. But I said it again, with more certainty. "No." "Nattie--" "No, no, no. You said. You said I can say no to any decision you make. But that the consequences fall on me. Remember? Remember, you said that! Well, I'm saying no, and I'm taking the consequences!" I fumbled to my feet and looked at Cora with all the conviction I could muster. "Now you gotta make me stop crying, that's what Mommies do..." Cora dithered on this - mentally, at least - but her body acted far beyond the simple quibbles of emotional conflict. She stood up with almost inhuman speed and crossed the room in a half dozen steps, swapping Natalie up in her arms firmly and safely. She couldn't stand to see her cry, she couldn't, she could do it. Natalie was her baby girl, and... and that's what Mommies do.... they never let go. Ever. I wrapped my arms around Mommy and laughed brightly, tears in my eyes. Sure, she did some awful things. And I've done awful things too. And we're both still learning. But as long as we're honest with each other, we can learn together. And Mr. Glad-- er... and Daddy too. And Sam. We can all be happy, if we care enough, if we try hard enough. If we want this badly enough. And truly, I did. I wanted this more than anything in the world. When Cora finally set me back down, I looked up at her with wet eyes and a shy smile. "My sheets are wet..." Epilogue "Nooo Cookie is training for the Olympics! She can't have cake for breakfast!" Immy puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. "But I made a whole cake!" "Well, we gotta have breakfast, then cake for breakfast dessert." "Ohh... what about pancakes, then cake? So they are both cake?" "Yes, uh huh, that's better." Frannie shook her head with a sigh and went back to stacking her blocks. The tower she had been working on for the better part of an hour was almost as tall as she was. I kinda wanted to knock it down, but last time I did that Daddy gave me twenty spankings. The memory sent a shiver up my spine and I blushed. "Issit ready yet?" the boy asked, toddling to his feet with a monkey stuffie in his hand. Frannie rolled her eyes. "Not yet, Sannie, I wanna make it taller!" "But monkeys gotta climb buildings, it's in the rules!” "Girls don't have to follow rules, Sannie. Rules is just for boys." Immy contributed, and Frannie crossed her arms. "Hush up! You're gonna scare it..." Yes. Scare the block building. That was baby logic at its finest. "Um... Nattie?" Immy asked curiously. "Whass'a diff'rence between pancakes and hotcakes if pancakes are also hot..." "...umm..." But even big-girl brain couldn't figure that one out. I thought they were the same thing? So I answered it in a little-girl way. "Pancakes are made in a pan but hot cakes are made on hot sidewalks in the summer." I nodded. Yes, that made sense... "Nattie," a voice called from the doorway. Mommy's voice. I sprang to my feet and ran over to her, waddling from the wetness of my diaper. "How is everyone doing? Do you need juice boxes? Remember - part of being a good hostess is asking if people need anything." "Umm, I'll ask!" I wasn't used to being a hostess. This was the first time I had a playdate at my house, in my new playroom. It wasn't as big as Frannie's but I had at least as many toys for sure. And everyone seemed to be enjoying it. "Does anybody wan' juice boxes!" I shouted into the room. And my question was met with a resounding "YES PLEASE" from all three Littles. I turned back to Mommy. "Four juice boxes, please." "Oh that's very good counting, honey!" Cora beamed and a voice in the distance asked if four was the number, to which the answer was shouted again by Natalie as 'four please!' like an overexcited child. Which she was. Cora admired her work on the playroom, on her little girl, on everything: the way the paint looked, the choice of toys, and other things, too, like Sam - who arrived with four juice boxes on a fancy platter because she loved to ham up being a maid sometimes. It wasn't all good, though - Eddie still struggled to become Little Etta ever since that day, despite Cora trying to talk things through, despite how well things turned out. I passed out the juice boxes one by one to my friends and went back to playing Breakfasts with Immy. I watched Frannie add a block to her tower taller than her head, which meant she had to lift her arms and show off her diaper. I giggled to myself; it was always so funny to me how Frannie was even more self-conscious about her diapers than I was. And Hana would put her in short dresses some days just to tease her. I wondered idly if Frannie had a job. Or Immy, for that matter. I had never asked, and they never asked me. I didn't work as an office manager anymore, but I spent two afternoons at the office as Daddy's assistant. Mostly, he liked to boss me around his office and give me impossible chores. And he had a way of saying stuff in ways that would make me blush, even the most innocuous things! I wasn't sure I even got paid for the position, to be honest... I hadn't thought about money in forever. I sipped my juice box and my tummy gurgled uncomfortably. I'd been dealing with cramps all morning, and I was finally through fighting it. I bent forward, on my hands and knees, and took a deep breath. With a push, the seat of my diaper bulged outward and filled the space between my legs. Frannie and Sannie watched dumbfounded, but Immy didn't have a care in the world. And when I was done, my bangs were damp with sweat and the diaper was heavy on my hips. I smiled at Frannie and she shook her head in disbelief. That was the first time I'd done something like that in front of them... I wondered if I should go find Mommy, but... well, she'd check on me sooner or later. She'd call me over, turn me around, and pull back the waist band of my diaper like she did every few hours. And when she did, she would take me away for a proper changing. Until then, I didn't mind so much. After all, each use of a diaper was another event, another experience. And even if it was gross and weird, it was a million times more interesting than using the toilet! So I sat down on my messy butt, prompting Immy to hold her nose, and went back to playing. "You don't deserve her, you know,” Sam reminded Cora. Cora smiled from her seat in the living room, still in eye-line of the playroom but out of earshot. "I know, Sammie, and I'll always know that - she's a gift that I don't deserve. But... she deserves to be happy, and I make her happy, so she deserves me. I'll just count my lucky stars and be grateful every single night I get to put her to bed. What happened is in the past, and I'll make sure it stays a distant memory; just kept as a secret." Sam thought for a second, and then nodded. "You really do love her." She didn't sound venomous, not anymore, she seemed content enough to know that nobody had ever worked harder to make up for a mistake than Cora, and that had to count for something. Cora nodded in agreement and smiled, before asking: "What about you, Sammie? Are you ready to tell Nattie your new secret?" [End] ---------------- Thank you for reading! Be sure to Like and Comment! Full PDFs and ePubs of Settling In (as well as all our other stories) are available on Patreon! Please consider supporting us.

Part 2 I woke up feeling snug and warm only to see the concerned and angry face of mum looking down at me. “Get up, get up, get to the....” she yelled. I wasn’t too sure what was happening as she pulled me to my feet and pushed me towards the doorway. “What... erm... um... what’s up?” “Toilet, toilet, toilet...” mum indicated with a sense of panic. The warming glow at my crotch had registered but it was only as more warm piss trickled down the inside of my thigh I realised the problem. I dashed from the living room up to the bathroom but it was too late, I’d emptied my bladder into my shorts and all over the sofa. I was both shocked and horrified and after a few moments of reflection... terrified as to what would happen next. I closed the bathroom door (we don’t have locks on internal doors) and sat on the loo with my yellowing shorts and briefs around my ankles wondering what was to come. There was nothing left in me so I shrugged off my pants and t-shirt to take a shower. Mum came in, gathered up the wet stuff and told me not to be long. The panic had gone so there was no anger in her voice and this worried me. I tried to make the shower last as long as I dare but when I returned to my bedroom mum was waiting. To say I was apprehensive would have been an understatement. I knew mum could and did get angry but she appeared very calm and in control. “Sit,” was her only command and I sat on my bed waiting for the punishment I knew would follow. This latest calamitous event was new. I’d never wet during the day, and especially at home on the sofa. I expected a smacked arse (even though I’d only ever received a couple of those during my lifetime) or something physical that I’d remember for years to come... perhaps that was what I was hoping, something instant and then forgotten, but in reality I already knew the direction this would be going. She went to the dresser and pulled out two nappies and folded them then, without telling me to, I lay out, lifted my bum and let her powder and pin me in. She appeared relieved that I wasn’t putting up an argument or fighting the situation. How could I after what I’d just done? She flapped out a pair of colourful but thinner vinyl pants than I wore for bed and slipped them over the thick bulk. I lay there, not so much terrified, but whimpering with tears rolling down my cheeks. I’d never felt like I did – useless, stupid, childish, ridiculous and guilty. She retrieved another pair of P.E. shorts and told me to put them on. “Not a word... no arguments... you have no say in anything until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?” She was being firm and sympathetic but adamant that I knew why this was happening. I was too ashamed to say anything. I was blubbing so could only nod my agreement. “I’m glad you realise these are the steps that need to be taken but, at the moment, I am angry with you for letting this happen even though I know this...” She didn’t finish her speech. At that moment I desperately wanted a hug. I wanted to know that even though I’d possibly ruined the furniture she knew I hadn’t done it on purpose and it was just an awful accident. She just squeezed my padding and softly told me I could return to watch TV. I hesitated for a while, hoping she would say something positive but she just waited for me to leave. I left her in my room as I ambled down stairs crying and wondering what lay in store for me for the rest of my life. There was something else; these new plastic pants under my loose and very short shorts were much noisier than the other type I’d been wearing. The crinkle that followed each movement was a reminder of what I’d just done to the sofa... what a baby might have done on the sofa. As I entered the living room, and as if to hammer home my situation, there was an advert for Pampers on the TV. A baby was happily being put into nappy pants that promised ‘twelve hours of protection’. The thick padding I now sat in promised more than that and I realised from that point on, I wouldn’t be trusted to manage my own toilet arrangements. I burst into tearful sobs which only that small but joyful baby on screen would have heard. # Mum had turned up the heating and set the fan pointing towards the sofa. I sat on the floor and wondered if this would be where I’d be directed anytime I watched the TV in future. Although my padding made it reasonably comfortable to be down there this was a place for babies and toddlers not a boy my age. However, a boy my age wouldn’t normally be wearing a nappy now would he? Later I heard mum on the phone to some company asking if they had an emergency cleaning service... before the afternoon was out a large van with ‘All your cleaning needs’ scripted down its side arrived and took the sofa away. Although I was used to wearing a nappy to sleep in, this thick bundle of fabric between my legs during the day felt cumbersome and annoying. It wasn’t too bad when I was sitting but if I moved or was asked to do something, it really felt like a heavy, noisy weight I had to manoeuvre around. Meanwhile, the two men from the cleaning service came in, took one look at my obviously padded stance and smiled in acknowledgement, whilst nodding to mum as they lifted and removed the sofa. It seemed quite surreal and I didn’t realise why until they’d gone. Throughout their short but intensive visit I’d been holding mum’s hand as if a toddler. My plastic pants peaked out from the top of my shorts... uuurrggg... I’m so relieved they never said anything. # Mum made me help bring in the garden furniture to act as temporary replacements for the sofa and struggled with the nappy as I bent and twisted to keep my end of the furniture steady. It wasn’t that it was actually falling down but because of my inexperience dealing with such a bulky thing when doing more than simply laying down or sleeping, it just felt like it would fall to the ground if I didn’t keep a hold. Actually, both the plastic pants and the shorts made sure that wouldn’t happen but I couldn’t stop grabbing the material and yanking it up a bit more. I spent the rest of the day rearranging the thick padding but dare not complain to mum. She was very civil but I knew that from that day on, a nappy was going to be my constant companion. When he got home dad saw my predicament, and the lack of a sofa, and patted my thick padding as if to indicate I should be safe from now on. I asked him if I’d have to wear a nappy the following day as I was sure it was simply an accident and never happen again. He smiled a reassuring smile but simply hugged me and told me not to worry, everything would sort itself out but in the meantime precautions had to be taken. He asked me if I understood. I wanted to argue or cry or do something but he looked at me as if I should understand by now what needed to be done so I nodded in agreement. “Good boy.” # As dad spoke and hugged me I had a problem... I unintentionally filled my nappy. My sudden stillness and feeling of surprised horror must have communicated directly to him as he pulled away and looked intently at my crotch as I felt the warmness spread. “Oh dear... not a good sign son... your mum was right all along.” He patted my warm and wet bulge. I wasn’t sure what he meant that mum had been right all along... but he deftly guided me back upstairs, stripped me down and cleaned me up and, without thinking about it, folded a couple more nappies and pinned me tightly in. Now I was nothing but a big baby whose daddy had to keep him clean and dry. It was six o’clock in the evening and he put me to bed and told me to rest. I must have needed it because I slept right through until six the next morning and of course woke up soaked. I remember dreaming that same annoying dream over and over again. It was the one where I was in church and receiving the blessing of a very physical Lord. I heard his hallowed words and felt the inner warming miracle of his love flood throughout my body... no wonder I was so wet. Even though I was awake, for some reason, I didn’t dare get out of bed. I suppose because dad put me to bed I thought I’d better wait for one of my parents to get me up. The bulky, sodden nappy was irritating me but I squirmed and tried to get back to sleep, which I must have done because when I woke again mum was already in my room tidying things up and putting washing away or stacked on the dresser. “Morning sweetheart... let’s get you changed and into something nice and dry.” She hadn’t even checked but assumed I’d be wet but I didn’t care to put up a fight as she, like dad had done the previous night, stripped me down, cleaned me up and pinned me into an even thicker double nappy. She slipped a pair of extremely thick clear plastic pants over the cushion I was now wearing and indicated that breakfast was ready. She never passed me any jeans or shorts and I knew not to ask because from that moment on, whilst in the house, I wasn’t allowed to wear any pants. However, I plucked up the courage. “Mum, this is embarrassing... can’t I wear shorts at least... I mean...” “Look, I said no arguments and I mean it. We’ll be able to keep an eye on you better if we know what’s going on in your nappy.” Mum explained. “We don’t want our sweet boy to suffer from wearing a wet nappy for too long.... a nappy rash would be an awful thing to have to deal with as well as having to wear...” She stopped herself from stating the obvious. The thing was both my parents were being incredibly sympathetic; there were no outburst or accusations, no punishment or raised voices. They’d decided what needed doing. I was their fourteen year old son so they would do just that. I may not have liked it but they weren’t doing it to embarrass me. They simply wanted to minimise the disruption, however, at the time I didn’t appreciate this. I didn’t know where I stood or what I could or should do... I just went along with what was organised. I know once there was a rebellious fourteen year-old somewhere but now there was just a nappy-wearing toddler who needed his mummy and daddy to watch over him. Uncle Tom’s earlier predicament came to mind and I sighed heavily when I remembered he wore protection for over a year. # My parents took it all in their stride and I was encouraged to not let wearing a nappy hold me back at all but it did. I became solitary and insular, I refused to meet my friends or engage in sport, even the games I loved. Wearing a nappy became who I was and I hated it but found that it would be wet when I had no idea I’d done so. Because of this the padding was quite thick and was impossible to hide what I was wearing. My self-confidence disappeared and I was nervous and anxious about everything and everyone... even my best friends. I couldn’t take the ribbing at school and cried almost nonstop at what I thought was class and teacher cruelty. In fact it was nothing worse than what I’d dealt out at one time or other in the playground. I’d hide in the toilets for long, long periods. Mum and dad were very supportive but as soon as they saw that I was about to get swallowed up by depression they made sure I attacked it with venom. They insisted that I got out and played with friends, joined in games and stopped feeling sorry for myself. “You’re only wearing a nappy for heaven’s sake - it’s not the end of the world.” I was at my lowest ebb. I tried to stay in my bedroom, or sit quietly and watch TV but they wouldn’t have it. “If you stopped making it such a big deal no one would even know...” I just wanted to curl up and hide, let the world pass me by but my parents would not let me wallow for too long. In the house they may well have been keen to track my ‘toilet’ habits but wanted me to get out and play so not be governed by what they saw as a necessary, but in no way a debilitating, nappy. Mum eventually (and reluctantly) tracked down a hypnotherapist to give it a go. I was brought into a very relaxed state but unfortunately, I peed my pants whilst under her influence. At her suggestion, and to give me confidence, I hadn’t been wearing a nappy on that occasion so the result was obvious and disastrous. She was horrified but not quite as horrified as I was when I came out of the trance and found what had happened. Thank god it was only urine and nothing more substantial. I didn’t go back, mainly because I was embarrassed but also because of what happened next. The thing was, from that moment, I seemed to actually be wetting myself more, even during the day and knew nothing about it until I felt the radiating flush around my genitals. Mum insisted it would pass and should not let it control me but I was finding that advice hard, although I did now appreciate the need I had for a nappy. I would have hated wetting my pants in public... that would have been more humiliating for sure. There were occasions I couldn’t make out what my parents expected from me; the clear plastic pants and obvious nappy at home, yet they wanted me to live a ‘normal’ life outside and at school. Sometimes the two things didn’t feel compatible. However, mum and dad presented a united front, calm and reasonable, so it was difficult to fight. Besides, I couldn’t be sure what I’d be fighting against - they were encouraging, non-judgemental and insistent that life should go on as normal. # One of the things that became a constant reminder of my situation was my padded bottom. There was also my smooth crotch but it was my padded bum that caused me to be aware of my situation. It felt like I’d filled the seat of my pants and when it got soaked, it seemed to hang there accusingly. Sitting down was either a padded experience or a soggy one, neither of which I really liked, as it always felt like I was carrying a weight in the back of my pants. One morning, dressed as always in my nappy and see thru plastic pants, I was sat on the (now well cleaned) sofa and was scratching at my slippery crotch. Mum, who’d been observing me for a couple of minutes, asked if I had an itch. However, before I could answer “No” she was pulling down my nightly armour to reveal my hairless genitals. “Ohh sweetie, looks like you’ve got a bit of a rash.” She said easing everything back up and pulling me to my feet. “Best not let that get any worse,” and guided me back to my bedroom. Lying naked on my bed and with mum giving me a total inspection, every crease and crevice was examined with her opinion that I’d been less than scrupulous drying those places. She went on how this or that area was particularly susceptible to infection and applied loads of cream and lotion. She then went on to add that from that moment on, she would be in charge of my nappy changes and that I had to ask for a change when I was wet. There was no hostility, like always it was just something that needed to be done. She smiled and said that it was like having her little boy back, which didn’t go down well with me but seemed to brighten up her day. Actually, the rash had been quite itchy but I just didn’t want to admit to it. Now mum had discovered my festering little secret, and that I was to blame for it, she’d taken on the responsibility of curing the problem. It was another thing that proved in my mind at least that I was regressing; another task that I was regarded as too young or incompetent to complete. Of course she couldn’t do all that whilst I was at school but I noticed (and could feel) the extra soaker pads she shoved in my nappy first thing in the morning. This meant that my padding became even more obvious but, as mum insisted, it was imperative that we get any rash under control before we sought other avenues. I just looked like a huge-assed boy when we did any games or gym as my well-pillowed area blossomed out from the waist and leg holes of my shorts. The teachers had been told by my parents that they expected them to treat me in no way dissimilar to any other boy so I was on display throughout the session. To be honest, the gym teacher didn’t make a big thing about it... well that is... after he’d explained to the rest of the class that any comments would be severely dealt with. It was a threat but no one, least of all me, took seriously. The kids would do and say what they liked and I’d just have to put up with it. My billowing plastic pants held things in place as I ran, climbed, kicked, vaulted, cartwheeled or the hundreds of other activities I had to do during gym or games. There were times when I’d wet my nappy whilst taking part in these actions and my clear plastic pants became a sort of window for the noisy appreciative boys who gawped in amusement as I’d tried to hide myself in the changing room. There was obviously some degree of interest because my padding was constantly being squeezed or patted. The plastic pants (or ‘baby’ pants as they were called by some) were another object of both discussion and frenzy as they pulled at the elastic waistband and letting it snap back against my naked skin. It got annoying. # Just about every day I’d go online to try to find an explanation for those original dreams and why I still woke up wet? I couldn’t find anything that helped and things were getting worse. It was frustrating and soul-destroying; although my pants were dry the nappies were not. Uncle Tom’s predicament meant that I might have a year or more of this but, my parents insisted, I would get over it. They weren’t worried, in fact, they seemed resigned and at ease with my predicament and expected that I should be as well. So abusive comments, cute comments, funny comments and not just from my fellow ‘supportive’ pupils followed me around. The bulge in my pants was a cause for laughter (for them) and tears (for me), although I wasn’t going to cry in front of anyone else if I could help it. At school I just had to put up with the taunts. In the street, when anyone who didn’t know suddenly discovered a fourteen year-old still sporting that tell-tale padded groin, their ridicule hurt. Dad offered this advice on several occasions. “If you don’t see it as a problem... no one else will.” He lied. I tried to adopt a different approach. I thought if I made a feature of it... you know... pretend I was sporting the latest fashionable accessory, somehow I could convince others to think the same. No one was fooled. Frustrated by my lack of progress I asked mum again if they ever got to the bottom of Uncle Tom’s wetting problem. “Well, there were several theories.” I waited for her to continue but she seemed a little cagey. “Mmmm, okay, well, your granny thought it was either psychosomatic...” I had no idea what that meant or entailed. “...although she finally thought, perhaps, maybe, he, ermm, ummm, just wanted to wear a nappy.” I looked at mum in astonishment. “Mummmm.” I couldn’t believe she’d said that... or the way she was looking as if that was the same for ME. “Mum, honestly,” I fought to get my breath back as the wind had been sucked right out. “I don’t want to wear these bloody things...” “Language.” I pressed on the bulky material hidden under my pants. There was a slight but noticeable crinkle. “I can’t stand...” “Look sweetheart, it doesn’t matter to...” “Mum, honestly I don’t want to wear...” It was then I burst into tears at the very idea mum even imagined it was something I wanted. “Don’t worry love... whether you do or don’t... we know you need them.” She was trying to comfort me but I thought she was telling me to accept the situation like they had. She was patting my well-padded bottom and I just cried all the more. Then, when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, I flooded my nappy, which mum knew I’d done so cried and cried in humiliation until she said she’d change me. I waddled upstairs, mum understood I’d had a bit of an emotional breakdown of sorts, so gently removed all my wet clothes and replaced them with a super soft terry nappy and thick white rubber pants. “It’s okay sweetheart, we understand. You’ll grow out of it like your Uncle did...” A little voice asked “When?” I couldn’t believe the voice was mine it was so soft and childlike. “Well, it was a month after his eighteenth birthday and he’d gone an entire four weeks without wetting... so... your grandmother let him out of them and he never went back.” “But, but, but... I’m only fourteen...” “Yes we know love... don’t worry.” ~~~~~~~~~~~

Now! Jessica instantly gagged on the smell as she landed on the mountain of soft, squishy material. She turned around and tried to get up, but hit the top of the lid that shut behind her, then heard a click. She pounded on the lid. "Let me out!" she shouted. She was crying. The wet, acidic smell surrounded her, and she could almost taste it. Though it was pitch black she knew what every surface she lay on was, and the thought made her feel sick. She felt herself sink down, and struggled to stay on top."Please," she begged. "I'll do anything." She hit the top again."Ah ah ah," Becky said. "No hitting the walls, or I'll leave you in there even longer. We are going to leave now, and I promise no one else can hear you or has the key to free you. When we get back, we'll discuss what happens next, ok?""Please no! I'll do anything! Hey!" Jessica shouted as she heard footsteps leave the room and the door shut behind them.She sobbed helplessly in the stinking plastic container. She kept calling out and pounding on the walls, but she knew it was pointless. No one could hear her, and there was no way she was breaking the seal. The bit of fresh air that came out of the joints in the lid gave her some relief, and she tried to press her nose against it, but in the end the smell was everywhere. She gave up and fell back down into the pile.She lost track of time. It was almost pitch black, and she couldn't hear anything outside of the box. Time dragged on.Eventually she heard footsteps again. She heard a banging on the outside."Hello Jessica! Its Becky again. You ready to talk?""Yes," Jessica whimpered.Jessica heard a click, and the hinged door opened up to show Becky's smiling face, flanked by the two boys she had been with earlier. Jessica tried to climb out, but the boys pushed her back down."Whew! Its stinky in there! I hope you had fun in our little game!" She waved a hand in front of her nose, and Jessica glared."Aww trying to look tough? Your diapers and pigtails aren't helping. By the way, do you know what happened after we first met?"Jessica shook her head."The first thing they did was spank me. Do you know how often someone that age, besides you, gets spanked? Not only did I lose my care taking and punishment rights, My freedom from corporal punishment was removed, and I promise you, there were a lot of people I had baby sat that now got their sweet revenge.""I... I'm sorry," Jessica said."The next thing they did was demote my potty training. You see that one messy diaper was the first in a while, and your friend there argued that I did it unintentionally, and since I had said I didn't think it was messy, they decided I wasn't doing that right either. It was the last tick of a few other 'mistakes' they had against me. Suddenly all my cheer leading friends came out and testified against me, that I argued about it. Some friends eh? Figures some of them ended up in charge of me and giving me spankings and changes to. I was back in printed diapers that evening, and it was two years before I got back to where I was."Jessica stared dumbly, unsure of what to say."ANd obviously, since I was still apparently wetting and messing myself with no control like you, I couldn't be a cheerleader anymore. I still needed my sports credit, so they made me the water girl. WATER GIRL. From head cheerleader to water girl, and getting spanked by the cheerleaders when I'm late, or changed by them when I'm messy. You know how that feels?""No, I'm sorry, please..." Jessica tried to apologize but was cut off. The truth was she had been in the same scenario many times, but she didin't think saying that would get her out of whatever was coming."You know whats even WORSE? They made me a mascot. A freaking mascot. Our actual mascot didn't show up one game, so I was made to fill in, then some times after. And why not? I was the little girl in printed diapers, they were the athletes. The first time, I had to go out with that stupid outfit and my diaper showing so everyone could awww at me. Do you even know what they do with a mascot like me? I bet youre too much of a dumb baby. Do you?"Jessica shook her head. She never went to the games, her 'Daddy" didn't like them."I was a 'baby mascot.' Normally a mascot just wears the costume and it covers them head to toe.They dance around, throw things into the crowed, and get cheers. That might have been better, though it would have been humiliating enough, but no. A baby mascot is someone whose the same age and knows the players, but is multiple levels below them. Normally it be someone who also needs full caretaking and lower academics, but since they decided I would do, and the threat of spankings got me playing along. I wore the top part, but with my legs uncovered and my diaper showing, so everyone knew I was beneath them. I had to crawl around like a baby, even though I was way past the level I could walk. The players and cheerleaders would take turns showing me off to the crowed, bottle feeding me, bouncing me on their knees, spanking me if they got angry..." she began to tear. "It was horrible. Sometimes I wouldn't even get the top part of the outfit, just a diaper, baby t shirt and pacifier I ddin't need."She got angry and pointed at Jessica. "That should have been YOURE role. You were the one actually at that level. But nooo, I was the one available at the moment, and they said the crowed liked me. It was a full year of that, then more years until I was allowed to complete potty training, and more before I finally got out.""BUt now Jessica, I'm a qualified caretaker. You know what is going to happen now?"Jessica shook her head."What is supposed to happen is that I'm going to train you to full potty independence. And from that outside, that is what it will look like.""Ok..." Jessica said."But you, little diaper girl, will screw it up. I'm going to use every trick and method, and you will sit there filling your pants and complaining you don't know why or even that its happening.""What!? No I'm not!""Yes you are. You're going to keep doing that until you're back in full baby diapers, the lowest ones I can put you in." She held up the example, full printed, and even thicker then the ones Jessica was wearing. "Meanwhile, I know you're dumb enough to fail all the academic classes, and you'll be back in a nursery.""No! I'll tell them!" Jessica shouted."No you won't. You know why?" she said, taunting."Why?" Jessica said."Because it will be your word against mine and both my friends here, and you are already the little girl who lies about filling your pants. No one will believe you."Jessica gulped."Meanwhile, each time you slip up, it will be back in this room, back over me knee, and back in the bucket. You want to avoid sleeping there every night I babysit you? Play along. Got it?"Jessica stared. She couldn't do that, could she? There had to be a way out."Oh, it looks like she isn't certain. Jacob, want to close it so she has more time to think?""No!" Jessica shouted. She gave up for now, and hoped she'd find a way out later. "I'll do it."Becky patted her head. "Good soon-to-be-baby. Now, first thing first, fill that diaper of yours. I know you don't have full control, but you aren't going out of this room until its nice and messy."Jessica looked down at her diaper. "I don't have to go right now."Becky rolled her eyes. "As if someone like you could ever tell. Just push until something comes out. We have all day."Jessica sighed. She pushed her bottom up slightly and pressed on her bowels.It was an odd feeling. After so many times struggling not to mess her diaper and failing, here she was in the opposite position. After several minutes of pushing and grunting, she gave and pouted at Becky."Lets see." Becky said, and Jessica turned to show her the diaper. She felt Becky pat it and open it up. Becky sighed. "Well, you tried. I suppose doing something like that on command is beyond you. Good diaper girl for trying. Jacob, since she's being a good baby, want to help her out?""I'm not a baby!" Jessica said. She felt hands grab her and lift her."You will be soon, and since we know its happening, when were in private you are going to act like one and we will call you it." Becky replied with a sharp smack on her bottom.Jessica groaned as she was put back on the ground. This was turning out even worse then she hoped. She felt a hand open the back of her diaper."Hmmm this really won't do. What do you think Jacob? Jillian?""Definitly not," one of them said."I think we've all seen her in worse," the other replied."Agreed. Not her fault though, she tried, she's just a dumb baby. Want to help her out? And, you, diaper butt, be a good girl and play along. No struggling!"Jessica watched in horror as one of the two men, the one who had lifted her, reached into the box and took out a messy diaper. "No, no please!" She shouted, but was silenced by a sharp smack on her bottom. He opened it, then opened the back of Jessica's diaper and dumped the contents in. The horrified girl screamed, and felt hands massage the mess into her. A moment later another was added, then another, and Jessica felt her diaper sag heavily behind her."That seems full enough," her tormentor said. "Now, lets get you cleaned up a bit. We don't want you smelling worse then you normally do."The trio produced wet sponges. The stripped a now messy and whining blond to her diapers then wiped her down. One held up a second romper outfit, this one more decorated then her last, with pink bunnies and hearts on the sleeves and 'pampered toddler,' written in cursive across the chest. Jessica sighed and let herself get dressed. While they were both rompers, designed for the toddler level, the one Marianne had picked out for her had at least been plain enough she could pretend it wasn't utterly humiliating. The written declaration of her status was on some of the outfits, and whether she got them or not depended on her caretaker.Her current caretaker put a pacifier in her mouth, then a finger in her face. "Now, we are going to your home room. That is where we will take you to report your progress, otherwise you'll be in my special care. Once we are there, you are going to play along with everything I say, and you will deny that you messed your diaper. Understood?"Jessica looked sadly at her, then at the door, but found no way out. She nodded."Good girl." The leash was hooked, and Jessica was lead through the hallways. Becky walked in front of her, holding a leash with one hand and a bag of blocks in the other.The massive, sagging diaper swayed behind her. It was far more then she remembered ever feeling in one, and far more then the diaper was meant to take. Jessica could barely walk and squished we each step. The reactions she was used to getting in the hallways, the laughter and occasionally teasing about the smell, were far more exaggerated as the plastic padding barely contained her mess. People audibly gasped and reached for their noses She felt fluid dripping out, and realized it was leaking. Even after all this time, she hadn't felt this disgusted.Finally she reached the home room. Becky opened the door and multiple sets of eyes, of toddlers and those deemed to be such, turned toward her. The room was completely carpeted, brightly colored, and filled with toys. Some were general toys- dolls, stuffed animals, action figures. Others were a kind Jessica had seen before- piles of blocks, puzzles, books, they were meant to be played with but also test the user. Unlike the desks of the previous classes, this room had three large, round tables with small chairs at them, along with high chairs, cribs, and a playpen- for people not considered ready for kindergarten. A man, tall and with salt and pepper hair, approached.

Jessica sat grumpily in her high chair."Well you have to eat something!" Mrs. Jeffreyson said.Jessica turned away. The food she was getting now was always mush, and always spoon fed. She couldn't stand the taste or the humiliation at the moment."Come on! I have to eat to you know!" she said, forcing a spoon toward Jessica. Jessica turned and it spilled over her cheek. Mrs. Jeffreyson sighed and wiped it off.The doctor watched carefully. He looked at the girl in the high chair, and at the younger girl who now sat independently, feeding herself. The later was finishing, and carefully lay her knife and fork beside the plate, then wiped herself with the napkin and put it down. She sat patiently for the other's to finish. The former was pushing herself back in the high chair as more food dripped down her shirt and onto her thick, exposed diaper."Sweetie," he said."Yes dear?" she replied."Why don't you sit down a moment."She looked at him. "But, who will feed the baby?" she asked. Jessica banged her fist on the table. She still wasn't used to being 'the baby.""I have an idea," the doctor replied. His wife, who Jessica had heard called "Elizabeth" and "Elise" but was only ever allowed to refer to as "Mrs. Jeffreyson" or "Mommy," sat down."Marianne honey?""Yes Dad," she replied promptly, using the name she was allowed to use at her station, and he smiled."You've passed all your basic behaviors classes, right?""Yes Dad.""And basic manners?""Yes Dad.""Very good. And tell me, how are your caretaking classes going?""Very well Dad.""Good. Why don't you show us," he said, and pointed at Jessica."Wha..." Jessica said, glancing back and forth between the two."Sure! Thank you Dad!" Marianne exclaimed, bolting out of her chair."She can't feed me! She's a kid!" Jessica complained."Now now, don't whine. She has passed all her basic skills and is more then qualified to take care of someone in your station. And she is far from a kid now."Jessica tried to complain, but didn't know what to say. He was right. Marianne wasn't a kid any more, she had grown, and the difference only drove home how long Jessica had been in the strange world without any progress. Marianne had flown through the grades and was almost in pull ups. Jessica was still in kindergarten and getting her diapers changed in class. However, the thought of someone she once knew as a kid, saw as so much below her, and had looked down on now feeding her was horrfying to Jessica, and she pushed the offered spoon away."Bad girl!" Marianne said."Yes, and what do we do with bad girls, Marianne?" the doctor asked."No! You can't let her! Not her please, you do it!""Jessica if you complain you'll only make it worse. Marianne, proceed."Marianne undid the latch on her high chair, dragged her out, and foced her over her lap. SMACK! The blow came down. Of all the spanks she had received, it was by far the most humiliating.SMACK! She didn't bother to struggle. The situation was clear, and she knew there was no way around it.SMACK! Even if it didn't hurt, it was still the most effective punishment she had been given. Each blow reminded her of how far she had sank. She sobbed.SMACK SMACK SMACK! The spanking continued, and Jessica lay still."Good girl. Now, back in the high chair," the younger girl, herself still wearing a diaper, if a much thinner one, ordered.Jessica climbed back in, and let herself be fed....Jessica kept her head down. There was laughter again, but she ignored it. Marianne, now in a school girl's uniform, the kind Jessica had first been in, led Jessica, now in a preschooler's outfit with a thick diaper bulging through, by the leash through the town and toward the school. Her defeat seemed final. She passed by the nursery and was glad there was at least one other level behind her.She was lead into the smaller, brightly colored halls and past rooms filled with carpets and toys. Even among children a third her size, she was one of few who sucked a pacifier on command, with no right to speak, and one of few in the thick, printed diapers that marked her as nearly completely incompetent, and only one level above the lowest.She was led to a group of older students standing in a circle. They wore a mixture of school girl dresses, nurses uniforms, and maid's outifts."These are the more advanced caretaking students," Melanie said, looking closely at Jessica. "You remember your last caretaker, Sarah?" Jessica thought. She had had a few now, and they all blurred. "She moved around, so you are being assigned a new one. They are working on their work classifications. One of them will help you with your potty training. I need to go to my class. Will you be ok with them?"Jessica nodded, and she left. She looked at the students. Two of them, both together, stood out. One wore a maid's dress, the other a school girl's, and both were slight. However, they looked different then the others.One noticed her staring and blushed. "They, uh... decided we were better off as girls," he said.Jessica turned away and tried not to stare.A teacher came by and began assigning roles. Jessica remained still, knowing better then to move when no one held her leash. Finally someone took it, and Jessica followed her. It was a muscular, brown haired woman."Hello Jessica!" she said, stopping to face her.Jessica waved. The woman leaned in close to her and smiled. "Aww you don't remember me, do you?"Jessica shook her head.She ruffled her hair. "Didn't think so. Poor, dumb baby. Here, this will help."She opened a door and lead Jessica in. Instantly Jessica gagged and plugged her nose.It was the diaper disposal room. Stark white ceramic walls went around large plastic barrows, all filled with used diapers. Stacks of clean ones in different thicknesses and colors went along side one wall."Remember this?" the woman said, pointing to one of the barrows. "I had to push that for five years because of what you did to me. You know how far you set me back? Head cheerleader to having to be changed by a teacher?""No!" Jessica shouted, realizing. The pacifier dropped to the ground."That is right, its Becky, the girl whose cheerleading career you ruined. I'm only now close to starting it again. Now, its my turn.""Please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean too..." she was silenced as Becky pushed the pacifier back in her mouth. They locked them, and held up the keys, showing Jessica."I don't care what you meant to do. Its payback time." Becky walked over to the stack of diapers. She held up one that was identical to the one Jessica wore. "You know they keep these here just for you? You are the only one in the school who needs them in this size." She chuckled, and Jessica blushed, ashamed. "And now, my goal is to get you into this one."She held up another diaper in her other hand. It was far thicker and completely covered in an all over print. "BABY" was written in block lettering across the front."No please!" Jessica said. It was the final, lowest level of diapers, where she wouldn't be trusted on her own word if she messed, and even punished for trying, when anyone at all was treated as more mature then the wearer. From what she had heard, no one her age went into them and got out. She turned around, but the door was blocked by two more girls, one of whom held up a key. They grabbed Jessica by either arm."But first, you are going to see a bit of what its like to have to push a diaper barrel for five years. I took it as an extra job in my final year, you know. Its your fault it went on so long.""I'm sorry!" Jessica said."Ah ah ah, you are already going to be spanked, don't make me punish you for speaking out of turn too. Now, Jacob, Jillian, would you mind?"The two lifted her up, carried her to an open barrel, and dropped the screaming, squirming girl inside.

"Well?"Jessica squirmed."Can you answer any of these questions?"She didn't answer."Can you?"The questions were all simple. Or, at least, they should have been, if Jessica understood any of the writing. She recognized some of the symbols, and could even make out a few words. However, the rest remained a mystery.The principle sighed. "You know, you said you had finished your academic education."She flung herself forward on the massive wooden desk, arms pleading. "I did! But the numbers were different! There were ten of them! And 26 letters, and they looked different too! It was all different."He rolled his eyes. 'I've told you, no one believes this. There is no such thing as a ten digit number system. You don't need to make excuses, and if you keep lying you'll be punished again."She jumped back from the desk."That is what I thought."She bit down on her pacifier. Leaning over the desk was a position she was all too accustomed too, though under much different circumstances. She was sure she had felt each of the belts and straps pinned to the wall behind him."I'm not lying!" she tried again."Even if it were true, you've been in more then long enough to learn. How long have you been here for?"Jessica's mouth hung open as she struggled for an answer. How long had it been? Time seemed to blur when there were no clear holidays she recognized, and school went all year long. People she had known had gotten bigger, and some had graduated. She really had no idea how long, or even if the years were the same length here."Whatever. I'm not getting into that by now," he said. "I think we over estimated you by putting you into final grade. You still have a way to go before you reach that."Jessica's eyes went wide. "No, please..."He shook his head. "No more arguing. Anyway, Melanie will be graduating soon, and we need a place where you can be supervised more. We are going to give you one more shot before its back to kindergarten.""WHAT!?""Don't worry, we have someone who can help you. Melanie?"The door opened, and Melanie came in, along with someone shorter. Jessica's mouth went wide when she saw who was standing beside her.""Hello big sister," Marianne said, holding up a romper that matched her own. "I'm going to help you pass middle academics!""No! PLease, not her," Jessica pleaded."Now now," the principle said. "There is no shame here. Melanie will help take care of you outside of class, and Marianne will instruct you inside. Now lets get you dressed into your new uniform."Jessica wanted to protest, but knew better. She whined as Melanie and the principle undressed her down into her diapers, then put her into the yellow romper. They tied her hair in pigtails, as most of the younger female students had."Now, isn't that better? More fitting, anyway. It will do much better to hold your diapers in when you mess," the principle said encouragingly, and Jessica pouted. "Now, off to class."Jessica hid her face in her hands as she was led by her leash through the halls in her elementary school uniform. "Elementary school," here was different, of course, and seemed to last much longer, but she still stood out like a sore thumb. She heard the chuckles, though, and realized there was no point. There was only one student who might end up in this situation, and they all knew who it was. THey had all seen, heard, and smelled, the evidence.She was lead into another wing of the school. The walls, normally bare, became covered with school made art and displays. Some of it was what she would have expected, and some was far more advanced then even she could do. Another thing she'd fail at, she counted.She was lead into a brightly painted class room. Half the ground was carpet, and the chalk board was filled with basic math questions. The teacher, a tall woman in a grey suit, tapped her desk."Attention class," she said. The students all stopped and ran to stand in a line. "We have a new student here, a very special student. Everyone please welcome Jessica.""High Jessica!" they said, and Jesicca blushed.She felt a nudge. It was Marianne. "Do your curtsy, silly. The no skirt version." Jessica blushed at being corrected by someone younger then her, and did her best imitation, then announced herself. SHe felt a hand on her head, ruffling her hair."Hey!" she shouted.It was Marianne. "Sorry, couldn't resist. I LOVE your hair in pigtails. Anyway, I have to go. Call me if you need anything. Bye bye!"Soon they were seated, and Jessica was beside Marianne. The teacher started asking the class questions, going down the rows student by student. The questions being asked seemed the kind Jessica had in junior high or high school, but she couldn't answer them at all. She didn't even know what type of question they were.The teacher came to her. "What is the square of zinon?" the teacher asked.Jessica's mind was a blank. Was it a history question? Something from a book? Politics?"Well?" she asked. A few students giggled.Perhaps zinon was a number. "Square" could mean it squared, or square root here..."Well? its an easy question.""Five?" Jessica said, and the class erupted in laughter."Yes, a VERY special student," the teacher said, and the class laughed again."Hey!" Jesicca said. "That was mean!" She felt herself beginning to tear."Oh, don't complain. Marianne, want to help her out? I think she needs her pacifier too.""The answer is zelda," Marianne said. "Here," she whispered to Jessica, handing her the pacifier. "Its ok. You'll learn.""NO! I don't want to! This isn't fair!" Jessica shouted, slamming her hands on her desk."Jessica," the teacher said. "You know this is your last shot. Don't mess it up on your first day.""Why are you making fun of me!? I'm trying my best!" she said."Oh are you? What is eight times eran?""Uh...""Who lead the failed assault on the Athenians?""Xerxes?"The class laughed. "Don't make stuff up. Who is the president of Eumeles?""I don't...""Who wrote "The Islands of the Sun?""I..." the class was laughing. Jessica's vision blurred as her eyes watered over."How many days in a fornite?""I don't... please, no more...""Can you demonstrate a proper bull dance? Draw a picture for me? Write a melody?""No...""Anyone else here can.""PLease! I'm sorry! Just don't do this! I'll try."The teacher shook her head. "YOu've been saying that a while now. One more question.""What?""Can you keep your diaper dry for five minutes?"The class laughed again."I...""Someone please check her. I'm sure she wet and can't tell. Perhaps that is what you need to focus on.""I... NO!" someone reached for the buckle of her romper. She didn't even know who it was, but the thought of being treated as an infant by someone clearly younger then her was too much. She looked around at the laughing faces of the class, back at the teacher, and ran out the door."JESSICA!" the teacher shouted.She ran down the hall. She heard footsteps behind herself, and looked back to see the teacher chasing. She turned another hall, then went into a door.She collapsed on the inside, trying to keep her voice down. She heard the foot steps pass by.She sighed, then put her head between her legs. The entire situation was horrible. She had thought her treatment before was humiliating, but this was so much worse. Struggling and failing and each humiliating task, then being laughed at as the teacher made fun of her... Worse still, the teacher was right. After so long being denied toilet use, she wasn't sure if she was wet or not. She reached down to press her hand against the padding, but stopped herself, not wanting to know. Her eyes watered."Awww, who is this?" a friendly female voice said.Jessica looked up, startled. Of course there were people in the room she had turned into. Why would she assume it was empty?"Its that poor girl who needs the baby diapers," someone said. "And she's crying!" The woman speaking, a short, stocky, and short haired woman in a long white apron said.Lunch ladies, Jessica thought. They were lunch ladies. This must be their break room. The room was filled with couches and tables covered with cards.The woman walked to Jessica and leaned over her. She wiped a tear away. "What's your name little one?""Jessica," she sniffed."Aww what a pretty name. And what is wrong?""I'm just... I don't know.""I bet your just hungry. You want something to eat?"Jessica sniffed. She'd have taken any comfort at that point. "Mhmm," she nodded."Come here," the woman said, and led Jessica by the hand. She took her to the couch, then sat down."What are...WHOAH!" Jessica began to ask, but was cut off as she was picked up off her feet. The woman lifted her easily, then deposited her in her lap."What are you doing?" Jessica asked."Shhh little one, just quiet down and drink," the woman said. She unbuttoned her apron."No, NO NO!" Jessica shouted.The woman ignored her. She pulled out a breast and shoved Jessica's face into it."MMPH!" Jessica said, trying to push away."Now now," she said. "Be a good girl. I don't want to have to spank a poor sobbing girl."Jessica moaned, and began to suck. Warm liquid filled her mouth. The taste wasn't bad, but the thought of what she was doing made Jessica nauseas."There is a good girl," the woman cooed, patting her bottom. "Clean diaper too it seems! Might be a little wet though, we'll check later." There was THAT question answered.Jessica kept sucking. She was glad when the liquid finally slowed, and her head was pulled away. She hoped to be set down. Instead, she was picked up, and put in another woman's lap. Jessica tried to push away. Once was bad enough, but she couldn't let them think she was used to this. The woman held on tight as Jessica struggled. She smacked her hard on the rear, making her yelp, then pushed her head into her breast hard.Jessica squirmed. Her face was full of the woman's chest, and she couldn't breath. "MMM MMMPH!" she said."There there, we know your still almost a baby, but you are a big one. You'll need more then that. Keep drinking and I'll let you out a bit," she said.Jessica stopped struggling and began drinking. The woman cooed and stroked her hair as she drank. Jessica was passed around from lap to lap, feeling her stomach fill with the heavy fluid. It rumbled ominously, a feeling Jessica had learned would soon mean an embarrassingly long diaper change."Yes, she's right in here. We kept her occupied while we called you," the first lunch lady said. Jessica turned her head. The principle and Melanie were standing side by side. Both had their hands on there hips, and both were glaring. Melanie held a leash, and the principle a long paddle."That was your one shot, Jessica," the principle said. "Its back to kindergarten."Melanie approached, hooked her leash on, and took her to a table where she was bent over. She began crying before the first blow landed on her diaper, which Jessica finally knew for certain was very, very full.

I did on quite a few occasions. And ended up wetting a few times but that was because I couldn’t hold it or change. And I never got caught by the other students

I love to mess my nappy and stay in it for as long as I can. I've slept messy loads of times now it's the best thing ever. I am double incontinent so wear 24/7 and obviously mess and wet all the time. I love it so much

I am located near Springfield, MO. I would be interested in meeting some folks and make some friends.