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Sorry about the delays with the new MegaMax. Definitely due to covid delays in China. We're long out of the May/June 2019 batch that had all the complaints. The Fall 2019 batch was much improved and we rarely get any complaints about it. Nothing getting filtered out by us from the reviews on the site. That's all run by a 3rd party company. The good news is that we did get a small quantity of the new 2020 batch in stock and some did ship already. Some people did already get the 2020 versions and I'd love to hear any feedback. Since you helped us figure out the issues with the May 2019 batch, please message me your info again and I'll return the favor. Still haven't unpacked all my files yet from our move in the middle of the lockdown chaos. Spending all my time on keeping the warehouse team safe so we can keep shipping without interruption. For those not keeping up with all the versions, the 2020 version now returns us to the original cut/sizing/quality of the original MegaMax from 2018, but with the lighter logos and an added boost of absorbency because...why not! We'll have both white and blue fully available in 2020 versions soon. (weeks, not months). All these version changes do not apply to size XL...they have remained constant, just S, M and L. Again, I'd really like to apologize for all the growing pains we experienced with MegaMax in 2019. It grew so fast so quickly that the factory had to make some changes to keep up and they didn't realize it would affect the performance so they didn't tell us about them@!?@!?@?!@? The good news, is that so many great customers went out of their way to help us figure it all out in such great detail that we were able to convince the factory to return to the original design and worked out a plan to make sure everything will remain the same going forward, including hiring our own quality control team to be stationed at the factory during every production run to ensure our specs are spot on each time. There's still supply shortages in China for raw materials due to covid production of masks and gowns so we will likely need to wait a little longer to add a 3rd color to MegaMax. But we still hope to have it launched in 2020 if at all possible. Be well--Adam P.S. Look at the dates to check your bags. The lot numbers look like dates, but are using a different code system that doesn't correlate with months the way you would think.

I've talked about this subject a few times myself, but I wanted to re-share here. This. "I don't need antidepressants. They'll change who I am, they'll change how I think. Are my triumphs still mine if I don't struggle for them?" When I hit the bottom of my depression, I was contemplating suicide nearly every minute of every day. I vacillated between "quick-and-painless" but knowing that the people important to me might not get the insurance money, and elaborate and potentially survivable but knowing that if I succeeded, my loved ones would be taken care of. I didn't know at the time that the person I was most concerned about was an abuser. Every thought had a dark counterpart. "This is hard" came with "I'm tired of everything being hard. I want it to end." "I'm sad" came with "and I'll never be happy again, I will feel like this forever and always." "I'm disappointed in how I handled that" came with "I'm worthless and no one will ever love me." "I don't know if I want to go out tonight" came with "it won't be worth it, it won't make me happy, I should just stay in." Depression was like this tiny gremlin that lived in my brain and told me lies. My own thoughts were twisted in my head, positive things became negative, seeking positivity became lamentations of futility. But the thing it said most often and most emphatically was. "I should die." Antidepressants made it quiet. All of my other thoughts were still there, but that dark voice was no longer adding things to them. "I'm hurting" could JUST BE "I'm hurting". And it took probably a week before I realized that the gremlin was gone. When I suddenly realized after something bad happened, "Huh... that's weird, I don't want to kill myself." And that shouldn't be weird. Not for anyone. Antidepressants are a correction to a malfunction in chemistry. They are not magic, they are not "thought changers", they don't change who you are. That gremlin is a chemical imbalance that exploits your own pattern recognition abilities, your own self-defense mechanisms, and turns them against you. And I wouldn't be alive without them.

I agree, going 24/7 and using my diaper for everything was the best decision I could've made. I messed last night and after a few hours of enjoyment and a shower, I tried to get some air time so to speak. It was extremely uncomfortable not having a diaper on for that amount of time (about an hour) lol. All I could think about was getting back into one. I tried to use a pull-up style from northshore however that lasted about an hour before I was back into a megamax. Apparently I will.have to stick with the full sized diapers. Anything else feels inadequate. Shortly after getting into the megamax, I was sleeping like a baby! While I'm not necessarily physically dependent as of yet, I would say I am definitely mentally dependent. And I would assume that's a great place to start on my journey to becoming fully incontinent. I cant wait until the days where I will always have at least a small amount of mess in my diaper at all times. Ive never felt more complete. Safe to say I will be in diapers forever!!

Chapter 3: Melanie couldn't get what had just happened in the maternity ward out of her head. She really appreciated having someone like Debbie as her friend and softly spoke her gratitude as the elevator started to go down. "Thank you." Debbie stared down at the stroller, wondering what Melanie had said and walked around to the front to ask. "What was that?" Melanie stared up at her friend, repeating herself. "Thank you." Debbie smiled. "I am not going to let anyone hurt my friend. So, does this mean you're going to finally let me baby you now?" Melanie shook her head and giggled. "I said thank you, Debbie. I didn't say 'will you be my mommy'." Debbie giggled as the elevator door opened. "One of these days I think you're going to come to your senses." Melanie watched as she pushed into the hallway by Debbie. After a short trip from the elevator, she was pushed towards her office where Debbie stopped the story and opened the door. Melanie wanted to help in some way, but thought better of it as Debbie resumed pushing the stroller inside. She waited patiently as Debbie walked towards the front of the large infantile contraption and unbuckled the straps holding Melanie into her seat. With a sigh, Debbie hoisted the diapered woman out of the stroller and place her her on her feet. Debbie stared down at Melanie. "So, do you have any plans this weekend?" Melanie waddled over towards the closet and began stripping out of her baby outfit. "George is on a business trip for the hotel and It seems like it's going to be another lonely weekend at home." Debbie smiled as she watched her friend strip out of the bonnet and baby dress. Once the outfit and accessories were hung up, Melanie was dressed in only a diaper cover and an extremely thick diaper. "See, this is a perfect example of why you should let me babysit you this weekend." Melanie stared at her friend. "That's not funny, Debbie. Can you please stop bringing it up? It wouldn't feel right having you treat me like that." Debbie walked over to Melanie and helped her out of the diaper cover. "Why wouldn't it? We're friends after all." Melanie shook her head. "I would feel just like another baby in this hospital. For the last time, it's not going to happen." Debbie watched Melanie walk over to a hamper outside of the closet door where the diapered woman threw the diaper cover and other articles of clothing into it. The larger woman couldn't help but stare at her friend as her eyes focused only on the large bulging pamper taped around Melanie's waist when. Just then, she started to get an idea. "You want me to stop bringing it up, right?" Melanie turned back to face her friend while standing in the middle of the room in just her diaper. "Yes, if you don't mind." Debbie grinned. "Fine. How about we make a bet?" Melanie stared at Debbie. "What do you mean a bet? What exactly would we be betting on?" Debbie giggled. "I promise to never bring up babysitting you, if you can make it to lunch without wetting your diaper." Melanie looked up at her friend, seeing the seriousness in her eyes and asked, "you're serious?" Debbie nodded her head."I Promise to never bring it up again, but if you can't last the next three and half hours in a dry diaper, you're going to let me babysit you the entire weekend." Melanie felt herself momentarily stare off into space, her mind deep in thought as she wondered if she should honestly even agree to such a thing. It wasn't like she was a real baby. She knew that she could easily make it to lunch time without needing to go use the bathroom. Plus, she would never have to worry about Debbie asking about babying her ever again after she won their little wager. "Deal!" Debbie smiled. "Alrighty then! I will be back at eleven thirty to come and get you for the final clothing round of the day. We will see if your diaper is still dry by then." Melanie gave her thick pamper a soft pat, the crinkling plastic pierced the air. "This will be a piece of cake!" Melanie exclaimed while watching Debbie push the stroller out the room. With her friend out of the room, Melanie waddled over to her desk and couldn't stop thinking about what she had just done. One part of her mind was pushing her to wet her diaper. She would finally get to live out her all time favorite fantasy if she simply pissed her pampers. However, another part of her mind, the more rational part, was holding her back. That part of her mind continued to cling to the bit of maturity she had left inside of her. There was one thing about having this job; she didn't ever have to worry about doing much work which left her plenty of time to do whatever she wanted. This was both a negative and a positive thing. She stared up at the clock, watching as the time slowly ticked away. She knew she needed to do something to pass the time and decided on getting the afternoon outfit picked out for the day. She waddled over towards the large walk in closet and looked through all of the company's outfits. The weekends were supposed to be a simple time for the facility which meant she had to pick out something that would make the nurses job easier. As she looked through the dozens of outfits, her eyes locked on to what she was looking for. She pulled the outfit off the rack and walked outside the closet, closing the door behind her while waddling her way over to the large mirror. The outfit was a simple blue baby onesie which Melanie fed her arms and head through. She made sure not to click the flap over her diaper. The one tricky thing about the changing flap was it could only be removed by another employee so once it was closed she would effectively be trapped inside of it until she could get someone to help her out. She felt her stomach beginning to rumble as she frowned. She shouldn't have skipped breakfast and it was looking more and more like she wasn't going to be eating any lunch today either if she was going to be humoring Debbie with this bet. Still, that didn't mean she couldn't get a little snack to enjoy. With that in mind, she waddled over towards her desk where her fridge was located and opened it up. She was greeted with the sight of several large baby bottles she had left in there for emergencies. They were a last resort for when she had forgotten her lunch. The bottles were filled with baby formula that the hospitals supplied to the patients which were actually very tasty compared to the chalky baby formula fed to actual infants. She grabbed two of the bottles, cradling them in her arms like footballs as she waddled over to her rug and plopped down onto her padded bottom causing a loud clink noise to echo in her office. Melanie stared down at her crotch in shook as she realized the diaper flap had closed shut when she hit the floor. 'Damn. I'm now stuck until Debbie comes around to get me for a clothing round.' She sighed, realizing that she was going to have to close the flap eventually anyway and quickly stuck the first bottle into her mouth. She started suckling the cold formula into her mouth, savoring the sweet flavor of the formula. Her mind suddenly felt like she was rocking back and forth as she finished the first bottle and let it go freely from her lips. Sending it to the carpeted floor where it rolled away from where she sat. Not wanting to chase after it, she grabbed the second one from where it stood and placed it back between her lips as she suckled on the new bottle. After drinking close to two liters of adult baby formula, Melanie felt her eyelids beginning to get heavy as she laid on her back like an overgrown infant. She felt her mind grow tired. 'A nap may well be the best way to kill the time before Debbie shows up.' She continued to drink the remaining liquid into her mouth as she closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep. Melanie opened her eyes some time later. A sharp pain alerting her to the fact that she had a certain need she had to relieve. Her brain started to react and as she realized that the sudden need to go to the bathroom wouldn't be possible untilLunch. She reached for her stomach, clenching her bloated tummy, feeling the pressure building up inside of her as her eyes found the clock. 'It was five minutes to eleven thirty!' Her mind clicked, remembering that Debbie was going to be picking her up in the next couple of minutes. All she had to do to win the bet was hold it in. However, that would be easier said than done with how her stomach felt like it was about to explode. The thoughts of doing such a thing in her diaper, while at work, started playing through her head. Even at home she hated the thought of messing her diaper, but to do it at work was simply unthinkable. She knew Debbie said she couldn't wet her diaper, but what would she do if she did the unthinkable and messed herself? The very thought made her skin tingle as butterflies fought in her aching tummy. Melanie tried to keep herself focused on the issue at hand. She couldn't worry herself about these things if she could simply hold it in. She wasn't even aware of the door being pushed open or the sound of the large stroller being pushed inside behind her. "Hello, Melanie" Melanie's mind connected hearing her name being spoken and looked up from her spot on the floor to see Tabatha walking into the room with the stroller. 'Where's Debbie?' Melanie tried to speak the best she could while trying not to release her bladder. She needed to know where Debbie was! "Ahere is your aunt at, Tabatha?" Tabatha saw the worried look on Melanie's face. "She asked me if I would be able to make the round for lunch since the nurseries wouldn't be crowded and it would be an easy ride with the babies being at lunch." Melanie knew she was right. Maybe, just maybe, she could hold it in a little bit longer while they finished the clothing rounds. "Alrighty, let's get this done." Melanie got up onto her feet while still clenching her bowel and bladder muscles. She slowly began making her way to the stroller as Tabatha picked her up and placed her into the large seat. Melanie watched as the young girl buckled her in and started pushing her out of the office towards the elevator. The first floor went just as smooth as it did the first time. Cherry and Megan didn't even ask for Melanie to move seeing how basic her outfit was which allowed Melanie some peace of mind knowing she only had one more floor left to go before she would be home free. She watched as Tabatha pushed her towards the elevator, feeling her bottom clinching even harder. She sat there in her stroller, wishing that she had never drank those bottles of formula. Tabath noticed Melanie flinching inside the stroller. "Is everything ok?" Melanie's eyes went wide knowing she couldn't tell Tabatha, a girl who was so much younger than her, about what was going on. "I'm fine. Can we please just hurry this up?" Tabatha heard the annoyance in Melanie's voice and didn't want to upset her. She kept quiet, listening for the elevator door to open up. With a ding, the doors slid open, granting both women access to the maternity ward. She pushed the stroller into the hallway and started to realize what her aunt was talking about. The cries coming from inside the newborn ward were so loud, but with it being lunch the hallways were completely dead. 'It must be amplifying the cries.' She thought as she pushed the stroller towards the maternity nursery door where the adult babies were resting. Melanie was hoping what Debbie had said would be true. Matty and Christie wouldn't give her such a hard time if their patients were at lunch. At least, that's what Melanie assumed as she watched the door slide open and was pushed into the room. She noticed that it was just Christie in the room by herself, standing next to the changing table. Christie smiled, seeing Melanie entering the room to make her clothing round. The woman's smile grew to a grin once she noticed that Melanie was without the help of her helper, Debbie and walked towards the stroller. Melanie nervously stared at Christie, watching the nurse walking over towards her. Christie was all smiles as she spoke up. Welcome back, ladies! Or should I say Tabatha and baby Mel." Tabbath waved to the nurse trying not to get on her bad side. "Afternoon, Christie". Christie smiled and stared into the stroller. It was quite obvious that Melanie was struggling inside her seat, fidgeting like any other patient. The nurse wondered to herself what was going through the baby’s head and unbuckled the baby woman from the chair. Melanie felt herself being released from her safety harness. She has no idea how much longer she could honestly hold on before she would let her bowels loose. She prayed it wouldn't be in Christie's presence. Christie stared at the fidgeting Mel with a smile before asking in baby talk. "Is everything ok, little one? Does the baby need something?" Melanie tried to ignore the woman talking down to her in such a condescending tone, hoping she would just look over her outfit and put her back in the stroller. However, she soon found out that that wouldn't be the case. Christie noticed Melanie's hands on her stomach, holding her tiny tummy. Suddenly, she realized what was wrong and giggled. "Oh...I think I understand, little one!" Melanie's eyes grew wide and she tried to shake her head at the nurse, but before she could even get the word "no" out of her mouth she felt the nurse's arms picking her up and her hands snaking around until they were resting over her own. Without warning, Melanie felt Christie starting to press on her stomach which instantly forced everything she was trying to hold back into her diaper. She blushed in disbelief as a loud wet fart echoed throughout the room as her backside erupted. Her pamper started to fill with a wet mush as she began to bawl. Hot tears started to pour from her eyes. Christie couldn't stop laughing as the hotel worker sobbed into her shoulder. She finally forced herself to stop laughing and tried to console her coworker in the only way she knew how. "Oh baby! I think we have finally hit a breakthrough with you! How about we get you out of that dirty diaper. You'll feel so much better once you've had your bottom wiped and changed. Then, when auntie Matty gets back we can tell her all about it." Melanie felt so humiliated as her back was being placed on the padded surface of the large changing table. She watched Christie easily open the diaper flap on her onesie which allowed the mush in her diaper to expand a little farther, causing the diaper to bulge outwards slightly. She continued to cry, letting all of her emotions as the mushy diaper was quickly untapped and pulled open, exposing her dirty bottom. She felt cold wipes cleaning her entire crotch and in a matter of a single minute, she felt her bottom and crotch get powdered before a large white diaper was being placed under her bottom. With expert care, she felt Christie bring up the fresh disposable between her legs, forcing them to bow out more than the last diaper. Christie smiled, seeing the confused look on Mel's face. "I am sure these pampers are new for you. These are made just for patients in the maternity ward and I'm sure that you can tell by their thickness what they are truly made for. A slight creak told Christie and Melanie that someone was entering the room, but Melanie was too absorbed in her emotions to care. Christie giggled, truly enjoying the moment. "Let's get this flap over your new diapee. I think Auntie Matty is back." Melanie felt the onesie stretch over the large, comically sized diaper. She didn't even want to look over to see who had just entered. After several attempts she heard the onesie flap click in place locking her ever so bowed out legs into the enormous disposable. Just then, she realized that the diaper was made to force the babies to crawl. Melanie felt Christie's hands going underneath her arms, lifting her up just in time to see a very pissed off Debbie standing right behind Christie. Debbie stared in disbelief at the woman who was supposed to be a professional nurse. "What the fuck do you think your doing?!" Christie tried to get a word out but was quickly cut off with Debbie screaming in her face. Melanie felt herself being snatched away from Christie and placed onto Debbie's hip as Debbie continued her verbal assault on Christie. "If I ever see you mistreating Melanie again, I will have you fired! Do I make myself clear?!" Christie nodded while Debbie started to regain her composure. It was at this moment she noticed the absurdly huge diaper rubbing up against her hip. "And why did you put her in such a thick diaper? You know these are only supposed to be for the patients in the ward." Christie replied quickly. "She had messed her diaper and It's the only diaper we carry in here." Debbie suddenly realized just what the nurse was saying as her mind clicked; she had won the bet! She stared at the nurse for a brief moment before speaking her mind. "I understand, but you and Matty both need to treat her like any other worker. No more of this condescending treatment. We will see you both on Monday." Melanie couldn't help but feel goosebumps form all over her skin after watching Debbie defend her for the second time in one day. She watched her friend motion for her niece to push the empty stroller out the room. She started to wonderwhy she wasn't being placed inside the stroller and decided to ask while Debbie carried her towards the elevator like a big baby. "Debbie you can put me down now." Debbie giggled, still holding onto Melanie. "Tabatha, can you take the stroller back to the equipment room on five while I drop Melanie off in her office?" Tabatha nodded her head as the door of the elevator opened and waved goodbye to them both as she exited. Melanie watched the door begin to close as she heard soft giggling and looked up at her friend with a bright grin across her face. "What's so funny?" Debbie smiled. "I am just so excited. I can't wait for the next fifteen minutes to go by, baby girl." Melanie felt her whole body blush as embarrassment overcame her. She had just been through so much that she forgot about the bet. With a sigh, she spoke up. "Fine, I guess I will meet you back at my place?" Debbie shook her head with a chucke as the elevator door opened. "Sweety, I think we need to show you what it's really like to be a baby woman." Melanie started to fear even hearing the word "baby woman" and stared at her friend, confused at what she was getting at as they walked over to her office door. Debbie opened the door and walked inside noticing the confused look on her friend's face."Mel, I don't want you to be scared. You know I would never let anything bad happen to you." Melanie slowly nodded, knowing Debbie was right and, if the last 10 minutes wasn't enough to prove that to her then nothing would. Still, she didn't know what would be in store for her as she felt her padded bum touch the ground. She noticed she was now on the sheep skin rug next to her toys and looked up at Debbie. "What do you want me to do?" Debbie smiled, looking back at the clock and saw there was still 10 minutes left in the work. "I want you to sit here and play with your toys until mommy Debbie or auntie Tabbath comes to get you. Do you understand, little one?" Melanie stared up at her friend, seeing that she truly was beginning to get into her role. She nodded her head and watched her friend exit the room. Debbie walked out of her friend's office feeling so much excitement in her body that she didn't know what to do. She felt like she had hit the lottery! It had been years, but she was finally getting the chance to take care of her best friend. She waited patiently as the elevator door opened and clicked on level five, knowing what she needed to get done before she could start the weekend. She could only hope that there was still time to get it done as the elevator doors opened. Debbie walked past down the long stretch of hallway until she saw the word "Adoption" printed against the door she had been looking for. She turned the handle and walked inside with a smile upon seeing her coworker Angela still sitting at the desk. 'Thank goodness she hadn't left for the day.' Angela looked up to see an antsy Debbie standing in front of her desk. "Can I help you Debbie?" Debbie felt her mind circling, wondering to herself if this was honestly the best idea. She knew it would be the best way for Melanie to know what it was like to be just like a baby woman and decided then and there that she needed to do it. "I need a favor."

Since this is one of my favorite stories to write, I decided to post a fairly long part from the newest chapter. I hope you enjoy and I truly appreciate your support, feedback and patience! --- Mrs. Reinhardt sighed. "It's a start." Faye simply frowned. Yeah, she wasn't a great actress. If she was then she would've never been drowning her sorrow in a bar last year and made the mistake of getting involved with this crazy cow of a woman. If she had any acting skills what so ever, she would've been in movies by now instead of hunting down dirtbags for dimes. Even after leaving the deranged executive the first time, the buxom bombshell hadn't managed to keep herself out of trouble. Bouncing from job after job until she ended up pissing off the wrong casino boss and getting that huge bounty on her head. Spike and Jet had managed to rescue her from that debacle, but now she was hunting barfly bounties for bargain basement payouts. No matter what she did, Faye had always managed to find herself in hot water. Ironically enough… "Let's get my beautiful baby into a nice warm bath before that jelly stains your pretty pale skin of yours." Faye forced herself to smile despite feeling like a doll covered in sticky candy. "Uppsie daisy!" The rotund woman cooed as she picked the petite bounty hunter up from underneath her arms and pulled the messy diapered woman in for a close "hug". Once Faye had adequately wrapped herself around Mrs. Reinhardt, the heavy woman carried her back to the bathroom. The lavender haired bounty hunter found herself once more surrounded by the opulent furnishings of the bathroom she had showered in a year ago. If not for the current circumstances that dictated the diaper she wore, she would've looked forward to soaking in a nice bath. Mrs. Reinhardt stood her slim baby in the tub and quickly stripped the woman of her thick disposable diaper, dropping it in a near by trash can by the toilet. "Sit" The simple, single word uttered by Mrs. Reinhardt wasn't a suggestion; it was a command. She waited until Fate sat her butt into the tub before turning the faucet. While the bathtub filled with hot water, the round woman walked over to the sink, pulled open a drawer. and grabbed a bottle. Faye only had to wonder about the contents of the bottle for a brief moment before her kidnapper poured a fragrant, scented bubble bath solution into the water. The warm water and bubbles slowly encircle her body, tiny bubbles tickle her flat stomach and lower lips while she sits still for her "mommy". The bounty hunter turned baby decides to fully immerse herself in the sea of suds and starts to sigh happily as she lays against the slope of the large tub. Mrs. Reinhardt didn't say a word, she didn't want to interrupt her baby's relaxation. So, she simply lathered up her favorite loofah with a bar of lavender soap until it was covered in a thick lather and started to wash her baby's body. Mrs. Reinhardt saw Faye's smile quickly turn into a scowl as she worked the loofah up and down the length of her ample chest, cleaning the grape jelly off. Once clean, she ran her pinky finger around one of Faye's nipples. Faye subconsciously pulled away from the unexpected touch. "What's the matter, baby girl? Mommy is just cleaning up the mess you made." Faye remained silent and returned to her relaxed pose. How she hated this situation. She hated how she always managed to put herself in fucked up situations. Typically, they were never as messed up as this, she admitted. Normally there would be a gun pointed in her general direction after pissing off the wrong guy, but would having a gun pointed in her face really be as bad as this? They never pulled the trigger. Meanwhile, this bitch had the ability to literally destroy her mind with the prick of a needle and she seemed to be deranged enough to do it. Even as Faye lamented her current predicament, she never realized this one truth about herself; No matter how bad things got, she almost always got out of trouble. Whether it was by her own doing or outside intervention, she would land on her feet more often than not. 'I hope the boys are at least looking for me…' Faye could feel the large woman's fat hand rest against her forehead, such a development made her open her eyes just in time to see a waterfall of water cascade past her face. "Close your eyes for mommy, Princess." Mrs. Reinhardt placed her open hand once more above Faye's eyes, shielding them from the warmed water she poured from the full decanter of sink water. "Now let's wash your hair." Faye said nothing as the media mogul brought a small crystal vial above her head and emptied a liberal amount of the rich pearly shampoo onto her hair. Suddenly, Faye could feel Mrs. Reinhardt's big, sausage fingers begin to lather the shampoo into her dark hair. The older woman worked diligently, separating wet ropes of Faye's hair with her fingers before finally moving onto her scalp. Faye realized, as her captor took care to deeply massage every inch of her head, that it had been years since she had last had such a thorough bath. It wasn't that Faye didn't care for herself or spoil herself, far from it, but doing so on a limited budget proved challenging. One simply could not indulge themselves if they didn't have the money. "That's a good girl." Mrs. Reinhardt cooed as she poured another glass of water over Faye's head. She then swirled her hands free of the lather in the bath, inadvertently splashing her blouse with bathwater. "Shoot. Mommy got herself all wet." Faye looked over at the older woman bosom, noticing that she could now see the silhouette of Mrs. Reinhardt's bra; maternity bra to be more precise. Faye shuddered inwardly as she realized who that was meant for. "Sorry Fanny, mommy has to cut this bath short." The festively plump woman stated as she reached over to pull the plug and drain the tub. Faye winced as she heard her new baby name, but remained calm. She knew that she had to bide her time and wait for an opportunity to present itself. Only then could she make her move and escape. The sound of the drain gurgling signalled the true end of bath time. "Uppie!" Mrs. Reinhardt ordered in a soft tone, standing Faye up with a helping hand. Faye tries to look away from Mrs. Reinhardt's soaking wet chest, but things only get more awkward as the older, more fatter woman pulled the sopping wet garment over her and tossed it aside. "Did you have to take off your shirt?" Faye asks dumbly. "Quiet, little girl." The stern tone says more than needs to be spoken aloud. Faye remains still as her new mother slowly begins to pat her dry with an oversized, thick terry towel. The damn thing is huge, truly making Faye feel like a child, but part of her can't help but admit that such a towel feels absolutely exquisite. Mrs. Reinhardt takes another warm towel and drapes it over her baby's glistening wet hair and starts rubbing it dry while Faye squirms underneath it. "On the floor now, missy." Faye complies, slowly going into a seated position on another incredibly thick and fluffy towel. "Lay back for mommy." Once more, Faye silently obeyed, already knowing what was coming. The big unfolded diaper and canister of talcum powder on the countertop had given her a pretty good idea of what was to come. "Bottoms up, baby." Mrs. Reinhardt ordered with a chuckle. Faye silently groaned and lifted her perfectly shaped postier. Oh, how she could absolutely kill for a stiff Vodka served neat right about now. "Good girl!" Mrs. Reinhardt cooed as she slid a thick unfolded diaper under Faye's ass. Next came an overly generous dusting of powder. The damn stuff got all over her skinny stomach and all around the towel. It was almost like she had made a snow angel out of baby powder! With expert skill, Mrs. Reinhardt fastened the tapes to the front of Faye's diaper and scooped the now diapered bounty hunter into her arms. 'Ugh, she better not think about doing what I think she's going to do…' However, the breastfeeding never came. Instead, a perplexed Faye found herself held by Mrs. Reinhardt in front of her playpen. She didn't understand what was happening until her captor spoke up. "Mommy has to take a quick shower." The round woman explained before adding in a more serious tone. "This is your first real test. You stay here and everything will be fine, but if I catch you outside of the playpen by even so much as a foot, you won't know your own name let alone remember how to walk or talk. Understood?" Faye nodded. "That's my baby." The round woman cooed and gave Faye's diapered ass a nice series of pats before lowering her into the playpen. The click clacking of heels slowly became more muted until Mrs. Reinhardt closed the bathroom door. 'I can't pass this up. Now's my chance!' Faye smiled as she slowly stood up, trying not to make her diaper crinkle. To Be Continued... Will Faye finally get free from Mrs. Reinhardt? Will she return to her simple life of hunting down bounties with her crew? Or has Mrs. Reinhardt set a trap for our desperate heroine? Find out on my Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

Chapter 5 This is the last chapter which overlaps with the pre-reboot story. From here on in, it's original content all the way! Mary stared into the glass lens of the camera, frowning. “Are you working? The light didn’t come on. Let me click the button again, see if that-” … The camera beeped, its internal microphone picking up footsteps as Mary waddled back into view. She was working from home, and hadn’t applied even basic makeup to hide her freckles, but that was okay, since nobody was going to see the video except her. “Okay, you’re rolling, you’ve got plenty of memory, let’s do this.” Sitting down on the couch, she looked into the lens. “Recording this for posterity, and my own notes. It’s day one of my attempts to break out of the Lab-D diaper cover. I will be starting with some basic brute force attacks, and moving on from there. First off, I will be attempting manual removal without tools.” She felt a bit silly, filming herself with an obvious, puffy diaper right in the center of frame, but there wasn’t a better way to get a record of her experiments. Grabbing the waistband, she tugged at it, trying to get a finger underneath and pull it off her waist. In response to her resistance, the elastic material of the locked band seemed to tighten, digging into her skin and leaving no room for her to pull. “Okay, the cover appears to respond to physical stimuli. When I attempted to pull it free manually, it reacted by contracting around my waist. The next test will be simple cutting implements against the material of the cover.” It was just a pair of kitchen scissors, but ‘cutting implement’ sounded better on the recording. Bending over, she dug in her box of disorganized tools, fishing out the scissors and holding them up for the camera to see. “Alright, attempting the first cut… now.” She pinched some of the plasticy cover, creating a spot that she could get between the blades, and squeezed the handle. Again, she got no productive results. The cover was plasticy, but it didn’t respond like plastic. It flexed around the blades, stretching without showing any signs of being stressed, and when she tried to apply more pressure, the plastic handle of the scissors started to bend. Since the cover had yet to react at all to the cutting, she stopped. “Okay, the second test showed no better results. It seems to resist cutting force with surprising efficacy.” She dug around in her toolbox, looking at the options she had lined up. A knife, a razor blade, pliers, a hammer- The front of the diaper grew warm, and she frowned. “Huh? What’s- oh.” She glanced between the growing dark stain on the front of the diaper and the camera, suddenly wishing she’d gone with only an audio recording. “Screw this, I’m getting out of the cover now. I’m skipping the basics.” Reaching into the toolbox, she produced a cordless power drill with a pilot bit. She didn’t completely disregard safety. Drilling straight towards her crotch was a horrible idea, but she didn’t need to drill straight down. Instead, she produced a metal plate and two A-clamps from the box, creasing the plasticy material and pinning it onto the plate so that it had a hard back. With the safety in place so that she wouldn’t punch the bit into her own body, she raised the drill, pressed it against the waiting cover, and gently squeezed the trigge- FUCK FUCK OW SHIT GODDAMN- Mary didn’t know the exact sequence events, but when she turned on the drill, a signal was sent to her collar that told it to deliver a powerful shock. Electricity coursed into her body, intensely painful, and the shock made her hand jerk back, dropping the drill. As soon as the tool had stopped applying torque and cutting power to the cover, the shock stopped. Mary fell back, panting, fingers twitching in phantom sensation. She caught her breath for thirty seconds or so, then leaned forward, ready to take another crack at things. “Okay, so the cover seems to have some kind of in-built countermeasure to prevent overwhelming force. For the record, it fucking hurts, and… eugh, what-” she wrinkled her nose, sniffing the air. Oh, fuck me. Rocking side to side a bit, she felt her diaper squelch, mucky contents proof that she’d had another accident at some point in the last minute or so. “Uh…” she continued, face turning pink. You can’t tell on camera, right? “Like I was saying, let the record show that this is some bullshit. That’s just flat-out dangerous. I’m going to see if I can wear out the battery.” Planting the tip of the drill bit back in place, Mary clenched her teeth and fingered the trigger a second time. OW SHIT OW COCKSUCKING PISS FUCKING OW- The shock ended as the drill stopped whirring, an ‘overheat’ warning led lighting up on the side. “Goddammit,” she muttered, rubbing at her forehead. She’s started sweating at some point, and the second shock hadn’t been any less painful than the first. “Okay, screw that. I’ll try that again later if nothing else works, but I’m not enough of a masochist to keep shocking myself for the hell of it.” The cover was, for the moment, unbreachable. That was fine, though, because she didn’t just have the cover. There was also the locking mechanism on the outside and, more specifically, the metal box containing the important electrical components. “Okay, next test: I’m going to attempt to break into the electrical components and disable the shocking mechanism. I’ll need a few minutes to set up the electrical welder. Back in a sec.” She leaned forward, reaching for the record button to stop the- … “Electric welder is on and ready,” Mary said, backing away from the camera and sitting down on the couch. She grimaced slightly as her diaper squelched, but it was fine. If this worked, she’d be out and cleaned up in twenty minutes flat. Raising the welder, she also took a screwdriver from her toolbox, getting it ready. All she had to do was cut through the rivets holding the box shut and she could use the screwdriver to pry the plate free, revealing the internal workings. “Alright. Test number four, electrical welder versus mechanical components. Going… Hmmm.” It struck her that, if the collar was going to shock her again, holding a welding torch while that happened might be horribly dangerous. Well, no way to be sure unless I try. “Going now.” She pressed the tip of the welder down to the metal control box, squeezed the trigger, and watched it spark. Strictly speaking, she should have had eye protection, but it ended up not mattering. It sparked for less than a second before she smelt a tiny prick on her neck and heard a small ‘hiss’. Letting go of the trigger, Mary felt at her neck. “Huh? What was that?” It hadn’t been a shock, even a tiny one. It was too localized. If anything, it had felt like... a needle prick. She thought about that for a minute, then giggled. “Hah!” They’d drugged her. Whatever was in that needle, she could already feel it working, making her fingers and toes tingle with sensation. It didn’t feel bad, but she was lightheaded, and her thoughts felt cloudy. Mary couldn’t remember what was going on. She had her tools laid out… was I working on something? Ugh… what stinks? “Heh, I stink!” she said out loud, remembering. She slumped back into the couch. Whatever drugs she’d just been injected with, she felt good. A little out of it, sure, but she had no worries except for the smell. Everything felt a little more intense. The stink coming off her diaper was more pronounced. Her skin was sensitive to the touch, and she ran a hand up her arm, just feeling the sensation of it. She giggled again, falling back so that she was lying on the couch. Her head bumped up against something, and it hurt a little, but she shoved the power drill and let it fall aside. Her body felt tingly and light. She was practically floating, heady and short of breath, inhaling through her mouth to avoid smelling herself. Whatever she’d been doing a minute ago, it couldn’t be that important. Mary just wanted to lie on the couch, feeling the pleasant sensations of touch and… Eyes widening in excited realization, Mary played her index finger on the front of her diaper, running it in circles, pressing the slightly sodden padding into herself. The tingling pleasure that went up her spine was downright hypnotic. Mary gasped, pressing her hand harder down, her rational thoughts completely suppressed by the drug-induced stupor and pleasure. Pressing the heel of her palm into the front of the diaper, she moaned as it squished against her, the heightened sensitivity of her skin extending to the parts of her that the diaper covered. “Oh god,” she slurred. “F-fuck, yes, please-” She heard something jangle, the noise sharp to her ears. She stopped what she was doing, though her hand stayed on her diaper, looking up at the door. Ethan stepped inside, looking around. “Mary?” “Heeeey,” she said, grinning at him, a bit of drool escaping her mouth. “Baaabe, I need your help.” “Mary!” Ethan ran over to the couch, quickly taking in the scene. “What do you need?” She reached up at him with one arm, hand opening and closing in a grabbing gesture while her other hand traced circles on the front of her diaper. “Baaaabe.” “Oh.” Ethan blinked, uncertainly flashing over his face for a long moment. “Uh… right. No. Stop.” Bending over, he took her arm, pulling it away from the diaper. “Hey!” She jerked her arm, but her muscles were weak and limp. “Nuh!” “You’ll thank me later,” Ethan promised, moving things around so that he held both her wrists in one of his hands. “No touching down there until you’ve come down, Mary.” She groaned while her fiance looked around, then pulled out his phone, still holding Mary’s arms in place. The dial tone rang a couple times, then picked up. “Yeah, Kat? Mary’s sky high and can’t take care of herself. I’m going to be staying home the rest of the day- yeah. Yes. No. Look, I’m not going to talk to you about- You’ll get my paperwork covered? Thanks. I have to go.” Slipping the phone back in his pocket, he eyed Mary, then let go of her hands. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret,” he warned, walking over to the tripod and checking the camera. “Is this still on? Oh, uh…” He pressed a few buttons, fiddling with it and turning off the recording. “Mary, I’m guessing you’re pretty out of it. Can you understand what I’m saying?” She smiled at him, nodding and waving her hand. “Hiiii, cutey.” “I’m going to take care of you until the drugs get out of your system. Do you want anything? Your next diaper change isn’t for a couple hours, but I could get, like, water, or-” Mary bit her lip in her best sultry expression. Its effect was somewhat muted by her wrinkled nose and the drool dripping down her cheek, but she was trying her best. “Come over here,” she slurred. “Besides that.” Ethan rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “Trust me. Coherent Mary would strangle me if I let you go through with that. What about lunch? I’ll make lunch.” “Awww,” Mary complained. Sighing, Ethan helped Mary to a sitting position. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ve got you, you don’t have to worry about a thing.” Next update will be in two weeks. If you want to read the next chapter right away, you can find it on Patreon right now! https://www.patreon.com/PeculiarChangeling

Hello folks! I hope you enjoy this short story I whipped up today. Might not be everyone's cup of tea, but Mommy asked me to be sure to post a story today, and I had this one mulling about in my mind for a bit. Hope it's fun! Maggie’s heels clicked on the pavement as she made her way slowly towards the large, grey door. She blinked a few times, and fished a scrap of paper out of her blouse to triple check the address she had been given. After a few moments of back and forth between the scrap of paper and the door, she summoned up her courage and pressed the button on the side panel near where the knob would be. A still silence followed, as Maggie nervously looked around. This was not a great area of town, and her standing here in her light blue blouse, black pencil skirt, and heels not only made her feel a bit ridiculous, but also somewhat unsafe. She had first heard about the job through her friend, Abigail. She had finally mustered up the courage to ask her just where all her money came from, and what she was doing to get it. One discussion had lead to an incredibly seedy interview over the phone, and now she was hear for her on the job training. She still only had the vaguest idea what it was she was here to do, but the twisted feeling in her gut told her that it likely was not legal. The sudden, loud buzz of the intercom over the door made Maggie cry out in shock, and her voice lightly echoed throughout the alleyway as she turned to face the camera now stoically watching her. “Are you the new hire?” said a slightly monotone female voice. Maggie cleared her throat and stood up a bit straighter. “Um Yes ma’am. Margaret Owens. I...uh...I heard about this opportunity from my friend Abigail Wilson,” she said nervously. “I..um..I’m pretty sure she’s here today. If you wanna...you know...check...or...” Another, louder buzz quickly ended Maggie’s rambling. “You can enter. Your On-The-Job Trainer will be with you shortly. Please wait in the waiting area,” the woman said. Maggie pushed the now unlocked door open and was greeted with the sight of a long corridor leading to yet another door. This time, however, the door was a garish, bright pink instead of the mechanical grey she had just opened. She made her way down the hall slowly while trying to convey as much confidence as possible in front of the cameras still watching her every move. When she finally made her way to the pink door she saw the company name for the first time, The Norrisview Corrective Facility. She had googled the name a couple of times, but only ever found vague mentions of it on seedy forums she did not want to spend much time on. Abigail had told her though that no one actually calls it that. The name that the employees all had for it apparently was the Norrisview Nursery. Maggie felt her cheeks flush a bit. From what little she had gathered, she knew that this facility was, in some way, related to some kind of fetish activity. She still was not quite sure on the details, but Maggie knew that Norrisview apparently had a very wealthy clientele, and that their employees were ridiculously well compensated. It was that money that had tempted her most of all. She was three years out of college now, and with few job opportunities the debt she had incurred from student loans was slowly accumulating with no end in sight. When Abigail offered her a position within the company, she jumped at the opportunity. It had nothing to do with what she’d read on those forums… “OH EM GEE,” came a loud cry from her right. Maggie squealed in surprise as a tall woman appeared from no where and wrapped her in a tight embrace that quite literally lifted her off the floor. “It’s been so long since we’ve had a new employee! Welcome!” Maggie struggled for breath in the woman’s crushing embrace, thoughts of being mauled by the friendliest bear in the world came to mind as she struggled and wiggled. “Oh, oops. Sorry bout that,” the tall woman said as she released her grip and returned Maggie to the ground. “My name is Marie, and I’ll be your Job Trainer!” Maggie looked up at Marie, and once more took in the sheer size of her. She was a six-foot-two, blonde haired, blue-eyed Valkyrie with the widest, most mischievous smile she’d ever seen. What stood out most beside her height, however, was her uniform. It mostly consisted of a simple navy-blue, white collared dress that came down to a bit past the knees accompanied by a stark, bright white apron over the front. A name tag reading “Nanny Marie” was pinned onto the apron just below her collarbone. “H-hello, Miss Marie,” Maggie said. “My name is-” “Ah, ah, ah. None of that Miss crap from you. Just Marie, hon,” she said with a warm natured smile and a reassuring pat on the back. Maggie could not help but smile back as she nodded, despite Marie initially seeming rather intimidating, Maggie was happy to have someone who seemed rather easygoing. “Alrighty. Ready to get started?” Marie asked excitedly. “We gotta get you into uniform. That whole Office secretary look you have going on is kinda hot, but it’s not gonna fly here,” Maggie felt herself flush, but nodded and allowed Marie to lead her to a nearby changing room where she quickly adorned herself into her given uniform. It was a near exact copy of Marie’s own uniform, but colored a pale pink instead of the navy-blue that Marie wore. “Pink is for newbies. Let’s the other girls know you’re new and might need some assistance as you settle in,” Marie said in a matter-of-fact tone, “We’ll get you a name tag by the end of the week.” Once she was buttoned up and ready to go, Marie led her deeper into the facility. It was shockingly large, with multiple rooms, hallways, offices, and even a break area for her fellow nannies. Maggie blinked in confusion at the sheer scale of the operation. “Alright so. You’ve probably not been completely brought up to speed yet on what it is we do here at Norrisview, right?” Marie asked. “Ah...Not really. I know it’s um...k-kinda fetish related, right?” Maggie asked bashfully. A manic, excited glee shone in Marie’s eyes as she whirled on Maggie. “Yes and no. Yes our work is...parallel to certain fetishes, but we’re far from just being some kind of weird Dominatrix place or something if that’s what you’re thinking,” Marie said proudly. Maggie nodded without understanding at all. “So then what do you do?” “Now that is a bit harder to explain, and probably best understood once you meet my charge,” Marie said deviously. “That being said, we provide a service to certainly…extremely wealthy clientele within the city. Clientele who expect professional work for their particular proclivities.” “That tells me almost nothing,” Maggie said in a slightly annoyed tone. “I know! I’ve been working on the perfect vague sales-pitch to tell to people not in the know. Pretty good, right?” Marie said good naturedly. “Oh...and here we are,” Maggie looked up and saw that they were both standing before a large pink and white door that simply read “Becki’s Nursery” in light-blue font. Beside the door was a small dossier on a Charles Monroe, and Maggie took several moments to read it over. It was not much, just a brief history, age, and a photograph of the boy. He seemed to be a simple college-frat boy from what Maggie could tell. A thin, scruffy mid-twenties with cropped dark, brown hair. The same kind of guy who would likely be hitting on her at her favorite bar right now. “Now. First things first. Get ready for a shock to the system. I’ll explain everything as we go, but don’t freak out, alright? Gotta remain in control of the situation,” Marie said as she unlocked the door. Maggie was already nervous as she followed Marie into the dark room, and blinked several times as Marie unceremoniously flipped on the lights. To her credit, Maggie did not freak out. She was more confused than anything, because once illuminated she found that the room housed what appeared to be a fully stocked and lovingly detailed nursery. Everything was the peak femininity amplified by a thousand. The fleecy rug under their shoes was pink, the walls were white with pink trim, pink curtains hung over windows with fake, cartoonish depictions of pastures and fields, and the large crib and diaper changing table were adorned with lace and bits of frills. Maggie blinked at the crib and changing table. To put it simply, they were huge! The changing table also came adorned with various restraints and straps all sized to fit an adult. Realization dawned on Maggie as soon as the figure in the crib stirred. She was not able to contain her gasp as the figure sat up and she finally saw a good look at Marie’s charge. The figure was an adult woman who appeared to be tethered to the crib in some kind of harness, underneath the harness was the single most ridiculous dress that Maggie had ever seen in her life. It was, like much of the room, bright pink and adorned with layers upon layers of fluffy white petticoats that jettisoned out the skirt to a preposterous degree. The girl’s hair was long, blonde, and fastened into two braided pigtails that hanged loosely around her shoulders. Her hands were bound into oversized, fingerless mittens, and her mouth was occupied by what looked like an oversized pacifier that was held in place by large pink straps buckled behind her head. Maggie blinked and remembered to take a breath right as Marie walked forward as if everything was the most normal thing in the world. “Good morning, Becki. Did my little princess sleep well. Is she ready for wakies?” Marie asked as she began to lower the railings of the crib. For her part, Becki merely made muffled sounds around her gag and her face flushed like a tomato as she looked at Maggie whose own face was equally red. “Alright, missy. Up and at em. You know the rules,” Maggie said once the railing was down. Becki, still tethered to the crib, gingerly stepped her bootied feet onto the ground. She then promptly turned, bent over the crib, and Maggie gasped audibly for the second time. She had not noticed it at first, but now wondered how she could have missed it even through the jungle of lacey petticoats. Under Becki’s short dress was a positively monstrous diaper. It forcibly spread Becki’s legs wide apart by what seemed to be almost a foot of padding separating her knees from each other. Marie hummed softly as she squeeze the thick padding, and slid a finger into the leg guards. Maggie realized quickly that she was performing a diaper check. “Wet as usual. And quite a bit too! Becki really gets good use out of that extra bulk doesn’t she?” Marie asked jovially while patting Becki’s considerably padded rear. Becki, for her part, said nothing as Marie released her from the tethered and lead her by her hand over to the changing table. Maggie could not keep from smirking as she watched the ridiculously dressed, oversized toddler waddle carefully over to the changing table. Becki was taller than Maggie initially thought, and her shoulders were wider as well that most girls she knew. Despite that, however, she was unmistakably cute, and Maggie could not keep from admiring her as she waddled along. The bounce of her padded behind as she waddled was both oddly hypnotic, adorable, and hilarious as she climbed her way onto the changing table. “First things first are almost always a diaper change in the morning. When you get new charges you can sometimes expect them not to wake up wet in the mornings, but after a few weeks they’ll be regular little faucets,” Marie said cheerfully as she began strapping Becki into the restraints. “Don’t worry. You won’t have to handle any diapers today. Just observe and soak up information. You could learn from Becki here. She’s good at soaking, isn’t she?” “Mmmrpphh...” came Becki’s reply, which Marie promptly ignored. “So I...does she actually NEED diapers?” Maggie asked, feeling more than a bit lost. “Oh not yet. She probably will by the time her training is done, but Becki here has only been with us about four months now. She probably might be a terrible bedwetter, but likely still has some kind of continence if I had to guess,” Marie said plainly. Maggie nodded still not understanding. She had so many questions, but had no idea how to even begin asking them. She merely stood by Marie dumbly as she finished up restraining Becki and moved to open up the sodden diaper. This time, however, Maggie did not gasp. Her mouth hung open in abject shock, but no audible noise came from her throat. It was so preposterous to her senses that it simply did not make sense, and comprehending what she was saying was taking more than a little time to register. For once Marie had opened up Becki’s diaper, Maggie saw what could only unmistakably be a penis covered up with bits of baby powder, and a sealed in a strange pink plastic tube. Becki who, aside from her height, seemed to be, physically, a woman was in fact a man! Marie laughed loudly, and it was only then that Maggie realized she was gaping with her mouth opened and face burning. She struggled to regain her composure as Marie fought to regain hers. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry to laugh, but your reaction was absolutely priceless,” Marie said a bit breathlessly. “It’s been so long since we’ve had a new employee, and that initial reaction is always gold. If I was allowed to I’d film it and upload it to Youtube. Imagine that reaction video,” she said while rolling up the soaked diaper and tossing it into a nearby bin. “I...this...I don’t….w-what?” Maggie said intelligently. Marie smiled warmly as she wiped Becki’s nethers with a few baby wipes. “That’s right. Becki here was once Mister Charles Monroe. I think we can both agree her new name is much, much cuter. She’s one of eleven charges currently housed here in the facility.” “But I don’t understand. Why...why is he dressed like this? Why is he wearing diapers?” Maggie asked. “She...” Marie said with some emphasis. “Is here because our client has paid for her to be here and undergo our training. Little Becki here use to have quite the wild streak you see, and ran afoul of a certain very wealthy guest speaker at her college. After that little incident, she was selected for re-training and housed here at the facility as my charge. In about five more months, she’ll be released to her new owner: that same woman she already ran afoul of, and get to live the rest of her life quite literally pampered in the lap of luxury AKA her new mommy.” “So the rich clients...pay you to do this?” Maggie asked, still not understanding. Marie sighed as she slid a brand new diaper under Becki’s bottom and began liberally powdering. “It’s weird, yeah, but it’s not hard to understand. Rich ladies around town have a certain...shared kink so to speak. One of them started it a few years ago by turning her unruly husband into a what’s called a sissy,” Marie said cheerfully. “Other bored, socialites wanted sissies of their own, and so Norrsivew was founded to meet that demand. So rich clientele select the boy they want trained, we pick them up, train them, and then give them to their new owners. Simple as pie.” “T-that….that is extremely illegal, isn’t it?” Maggie asked incredulously. “Oh hilariously so,” Marie said without pause. “But money talks in this town. And you can get away with a lot when you pool resources. Besides, you may not think it, but most of the guys who come here are often much better off once they leave. I mean think about it...you get to live with the richest people in town. No rent, no responsibilities, and everything provided. Okay granted, they’re not quite free and it may or may not be tantamount to slavery...but I think it’s more like being a pet than being a slave really.” “I...don’t really think you made a good case,” Maggie said. Marie merely shrugged and pulled Becki’s new diaper between her legs and expertly fastened it. Becki, anticipating what to do next, lifted her rear off the table and allowed Marie to examine the fit. Once it was to her specifications she gave Becki a playful smack on the butt, and began to unfasten her. “Alrighty. Once your charge is freshly diapered you’re allowed to select outfits for the day. I think for now we’ll keep Becki dressed as is, but tomorrow I’ll show you how fun it can be to get her all dolled up. So once that’s done it’s feeding time,” Marie said happily as she went to a nearby fridge in the room and retrieved a large, baby bottle filled with a pale, white liquid. She quickly popped it into a nearby microwave on a counter and waited as it warmed up leaving poor Becki restrained on changing table. “So umm...I get that the restraints and stuff are prolly due to the fact that he-er...she isn’t really here by choice. By why the...uh...thing on her...you know?” Maggie asked bashfully. “Oh the chastity device?” Marie asked. “Company policy. All charges undergo mandatory chastity during their stay here at the facility. Oh don’t give that look. We’re not monsters. We administer weekly milkings to keep the sissies compliant and comfortable. Interestingly, you’re here on such a day. Becki here will receive her milking right after her feeding. I bet she’s excited,” Becki, for her part, did not in fact seem excited at all. Her face was flushed bright red once again and she gurgled muffled pleas into her pacifier gag that Maggie could simply not comprehend. Comprehension, in fact. was a thing that was currently bugging Maggie. She felt that she needed to run. That she needed to escape this madhouse and call the National Guard or Seal Team Six to raid this house of madness and set these imprisoned boys free, and yet she stayed and continued to listen. She was not sure what compelled her to stay, but that tightness in her stomach had changed to a fluttering kind of excited feeling that was almost tantamount to some incessant, internal itch, and the only way to scratch it was to keep going and keep learning. The ding of the microwave alerted the room that Becki’s bottle was ready. Marie retrieved it and shook it a few times as she approached the changing table. “Alright, Becki. Same procedure. I’ll unrestrain your arms and let you feed yourself. Absolutely no big girl talk though when the gag comes out. I have no problem getting the paddle and spanking you in front of Nanny Marie here. Do you understand me, Missy?” she asked. Becki for her part could only eagerly nod her head, and with a smile Marie set about removing the restraints on her arms. Next she unbuckled the gag and slowly released it from Becki’s mouth. Maggie felt that same rush in her stomach when she noticed that the pacifier nipple was quite large and very phallic in shape. Marie grinned at her when she saw Maggie’s reaction, but Maggie merely looked away ashamedly. The two conversed while Becki nosily sucked on her bottle, several times making a disgusted face. Apparently it wasn’t milk, but specially made formula that the sissies subsisted on, with actual solid foods being distributed it for dinner or good behavior. Maggie for her part, mostly listened and absorbed what she could. Thoughts of the paycheck had not even entered her mind for the past two hours, and instead some other kind of desire was fueling her need to stay and learn. “So how exactly does this milking thing work?” Maggie surprised herself by asking suddenly. Marie grinned again. “Excellent question, recruit. It looks like Becki is done with her bottle. So I can go ahead and demonstrate!” she said excitedly as she rushed over to the changing table. Becki made to vocalize something, but her mouth was quickly restuffed with the pacifier and refastened. Marie made quick work of unbinding Beck from the changing table, standing her up, but then quickly bending her over the table so that her amply padded butt was facing towards Maggie and the rest of the nursery. Her arms were quickly bound across from the table in new restraints, and Marie carefully forced her legs farther apart and restrained those to the legs of the changing table. Becki was nearly spread eagle, and was eagerly muffling around her pacifier. Marie merely petted her hair and went to the closet nearby to retrieve something. What she brought out almost reminded Maggie of those projectors on wheels that she use to see in high school. The device that rested on the wheeled station for all intents and purposes looked like a machine gun almost. All black, sleek and with a long protruding pole that jutted out where the barrel of a gun might be. When Becki heard the wheels creaking forward, she desperately began tugging and pulling on the restraints and whining pitifully into her gag. “I-is she alright?” Maggie asked. “Don’t worry. She’s just putting on a show cause someone new is here. This is one of Becki’s favorite treats, but she just can’t admit that in front of someone else,” Marie said as she positioned the device directly behind Becki and locked the wheels. “Would you open up that draw for me and retrieve the letter C?” Maggie nodded, unsure what that meant she wondered over to the draw that Marie had indicated, and once again, despite herself, gasped loudly when she saw what the drawer contained. Dildos. An assortment of dildos all arranged by letters according to their size from A to G. With trembling hands she took hold of the one marked C, a flesh-colored one of mostly average size and slowly brought it to Marie and the struggling sissy. “We work them up gradually on the sizes. Becki only started the C recently, but she’s taken to it like a real champ,” Marie said proudly as she affixed the dildo to the protruding rod. Soon enough it was ready, and Maggie needed little hint on how the device or milking procedure worked now. “There we go!” Marie said happily. “I like to call this little baby...The Borg.” A silence followed, only the clanking of Becki’s restraints and the crinkling of her monstrously thick diapers filled the room as Maggie stared at Marie with a confused expression. “Ya get it? Cause Resistance is Futile, You will be Ass-Stimulated,” Marie said with a wide, proud smile. Silence followed once more, save for Becki’s exasperated groan. “Oh nobody asked you,” Marie said as she tugged town Becki’s diaper, and began lubing up the dildo. Once the milking tool was well lubed to her specification, she then finally released Becki from her chastity. Becki, despite her struggling, did indeed become almost instantly erect, and Maggie blushed as Marie teased her. “Somebody is excited for playtime,” she said in a sing song kind of voice. “Alrighty. Let’s give Princess Becki her treat, and then we can go get some lunch ourselves,” Becki wriggled fitfully as she Marie pushed the machine forward, soon the lubed dildo was pressing right up against her back passage, and with some effort Marie began to work it slowly inside of her. “MMMMMPHHH...” came Becki’s groaned reply as the anal invader slowly worked it’s way inside of her. Soon the head of the dildo was all the way inside, and Marie handed a small remote to Maggie that she had retrieved from her apron. “Alrighty. All you gotta do is press that, and we’ll leave Becki to enjoy her weekly treat,” Marie said deviously as she watched Maggie and her expression with an excited, predatory gleam. For her part, Maggie’s hands trembled as she held the remote in her hand and admired the maroon button affixed on it’s front. Her eyes darted to Becki’s partially filled rump to the device in her hand, and that same feeling came rushing back stronger than ever. So strong that her knees quivered and her mouth felt dry. She licked her lips as she looked at the button, and swallowed a quick intake of breath. That feeling...she knew what it was now. She had not recognized it at first, because it was a feeling so alien to her. She was a simple college graduate. A mostly B student who graduated with a degree in economics and little job prospects. Her life was fine, but simple and dull. Before this opportunity, she had worked as a barista at a nearby coffee shop, and dated her on and off again nice, but boring boyfriend. She had never felt a rush like this, and now she knew what it was: Power. She smiled at Marie, and pressed the button forcefully which quickly activated the pistons in the machine as the dildo began slowly pumping in and out of Becki’s bottom all the way to the hilt, and then out with the head still inside her. Becki groaned loudly and gripped the changing table tightly as the machine did it’s slow but methodical work of pumping away inside of her. Each thrust brought a new grunt or groan from Becki’s gagged lips, and Maggie’s heart beat faster and faster each one. Marie, for her part, was smiling widely at Maggie and quickly laid down a pad of some kind under Becki as she began to drip slightly onto the floor from the stimulation. “We’ll let her enjoy that for about an hour or so. While you and me get lunch,” Marie said gently patting Becki’s tightened behind as the dildo continuously worked inside of her. “Maggie I think you’re going to fit in here just fine.” “Happy for the opportunity, Marie,” Maggie said before turning back to Becki. “Now you be a good girl, Becki and enjoy that til we get back. Okay, hon?” she said, shocked at her own words. Becki merely groaned in response as both Marie and Maggie giggled and left the sissy to enjoy her milking while they grabbed some lunch. Maggie’s mind was reeling with the possibilities of what this opportunity held for her, in more ways than one. But more than anything, she could only think of one thing: getting a charge of her own to look after, and what that might be like once she finally had a sissy of her own to train. Oh well, she had plenty of time to learn.

My therapist and I came to the same conclusion: I should become a therapist myself. I had always wanted to be one, truthfully, but I never had the passion or the drive to make it happen. Since I started taking anti-depressants, I felt like I had both of those things in abundance. I wrote an admission letter to the best school in the area, asking for entrance into their masters program. I didn’t take it that seriously; I made jokes and told silly anecdotes. I didn’t lie and I didn’t try, two things you should absolutely do on admission letters. Nonetheless, I was accepted. The program was especially difficult, maybe because I was out of practice at academia, or maybe because I took the advanced track. Maybe I just wasn’t cut out for it. I spent my days reading articles and writing papers. My insomnia came back with a vengeance, but I didn’t have time for pacifiers and diapers. To make matters worse, I was dating a girl at the time. She was a really nice girl with a really big heart and a basket of problems that always needed solving. Somewhere along the way, I signed up as the person to solve them. I wanted to make her happy. I wanted to make her proud. If I could fix her issues, shouldn’t I? I never was good at saying no. There was always another issue to solve and there was always another article to read and there was always another paper to write. I went days without sleeping. I kept forgetting to eat breakfast. I would drive two hours to school and still be late to class. I would nod off in traffic on the way home. I would send texts to my girlfriend’s boss because she was afraid of saying the wrong thing. Eventually, something had to give. It just wasn’t sustainable. Annotations by: Sophie

In relation to Moores Law, Gordon E. Moore, co founder of Intel had the tennant, in 1965, based on the density of integrated circuits. This comes from the observations stated by Douglas C. Engelbart in 1959 where it was based on the way electronic circuits were being advanced and that the MOSFET and transistor had replaced the valve. Englebert stated this premise in the 1960 Semiconductor Conference, a conference which Moore attended. Later, Moore changed his law to a time period of 18 months instead of 12 months to more correctly reflect his mathematical estimates. Moores law is stolen from Englebert. More information in relation to this can be found at Wiki Page, and its sources If one observes modern, surface mount and integrated component based electronic circuits, and try to replicate the same with discrete through hole components, it is easy to see what Engelbart was referring to. However, when one compares any device produced today, and compare it to any device of yesteryear, Engelbart's assertions are easy to apply. "Moore's law is an observation and projection of a historical trend. It is an empirical relationship and not a physical or natural law" - Direct from WIKI This is Moore attempting to hide his own mathematical error, and Moore's misunderstanding of Engelbart's intention. In 2015, Moore tries to step back from his own misunderstanding by stating that he for saw a natural saturation. Moore's law, or more correctly, Engelbart's Law states that every 18 months, X will double in speed and half in price, and has been applied to every discovery since the turn of the century. There are certain items that fail to keep up with this due to business monopoly and/or controlled stagnation of said market. This stagnation can be easily seen in the car industry. In 1794, 1807, 1904 (depending the version of history one reads) the carbon based fuel internal combustion engine was marketed. 2020, the ICE has been made more powerful, but due to OPEC etc, most of the world is still dependent on ICE in some form. That is 100+ years later. The alternative, that was originally created in 1880, the electric car, has only started to be used in the last 20+ years. Why - due to the monopoly of OIL. Whether electric or ICE is better doesn't come to question due to some Gov. pumping trillions in state aid to OIL producers. In my mind, the electric concept has to be better- it is better from a business sense. It has survived in a hostile marketplace while its competition survive on the Gov. bailouts. I predict that the day Gov. stop bailing out OIL is the day OIL dies. Some countries are already removing their dependency on OIL in all forms - complete / limited ban on single use plastics :- looking for glass / paper etc as alternative, forcing suppliers to collect and recycle reusable plastic, increasing electric production using renewable energy sources such as hydro, wind etc, removing OIL and gas burning electric generators, electrifying bus and rail lines, re-introduction of electric trams that the OIL companies tore up in the 1960/70s. This lock-down has woken up a lot of gov. and countries to the pollution created by carbon based fuels. In relation to the driven failure of a business due to gov. capital investment, one needs to compare Ryanair against FlyBe or someone similar. Flybe was propped up numerous times by the UK gov. We all are aware that the customer service side of Ryanair is junk, but as a business model as a cheap flight cost airline, Flybe matching both prices and scheduling still could not compete. It was due to the large capital waste encountered by Flybe in supporting a fat management structure. Second to this, to fund the gov. capital investment, the tax rate on flying was increased by the UK gov. This ensured that the customer base contracted which further put stress on Flybe and Ryanair. Due to the fact that Ryanair could still produce profit and Flybe could not, Flybe was eventually closed in 2019. Gov. support is similar to feeding a heroine addict, heroine. It has no advantage other than to provide short-term relief to the addict, who will be looking for another 'fix' tomorrow. History has taught us that. Give a hungry man a fish today, and one will need to do that tomorrow. Teach a hungry man to fish, and you will feed the world. It all comes back to Darwin theory - survival of the fittest NOT survival of the FATTEST! .

I know I've said this before, but it bears repeating. I appreciate how communicative and transparent Northshore is, and how they respond to customer feedback. As a customer, that builds my trust.

Ginger, the journey isn’t that long if it’s something you really want. Like you, it’s something you more than desire. Basically if you’ve only done our duty in your diaper you are at the very least mentally incontinent. It’s more than desire. It’s a need that I cannot begin to explain. The physical incontinence comes later & over time. You’ll find you do it wherever & whenever. There won’t be any embarrassment. There won’t be any running to change quick. However when that time comes, and it will, you’ll need to invest in some enema fear because there will be times where you just can’t poop. Weddings etc. So doing a enema will allow you not to poop for at least 24 hours or more. Usually it’s a minimum of 48 hours for me. It’ll be those times you’ll only have to manage urinary in continence which, as you know is pretty easy. Best wishes to you!

Just diapers, plastic pants and a T shirt for me

Good review. I'll have to put these on my list. I've never tried any North Shore products. Thanks for posting.

I posted a video review of the Megamax!

I apologize for the delay, I've absolutely swamped with commissions I had to take to make ends meet. I truly appreciate all the nice comments and your support! -- A loud, blaring digital announcement startled both women, causing them to look up at the ceiling to see a dozen long metallic cords with hands coming towards them at top speed! In what little light the room had, Kazumi could see the four fingered white gloves coming at her! They seized her by her wrists and pulled her up into the air where they began to subdue and strip the struggling woman. With mechanical precision the gloved hands stripped her of her black jacket and started to unbutton her blouse which exposed her bare shoulders. It took only seconds for the woman suspended in midair to have her white lace bra removed, leaving her topless. Kasumi tried to cover her small breasts, but the machine held her hands, forcing her tiny tits to remain on display. "Let me go! My husband will get this place shutdown in a heartbeat once I get out of here!" Sakura sat there on the belt while the hands went about their work. She was feeling absolutely mortified and helpless as they stripped her of her green sweater and dress. There was nothing she could do to stop these crazy machines, they were way too strong. At this rate, she was going to be completely undressed by these mechanical hands within the next minute! "Please!" Sakura screamed. "If anyone is out there, shut the machine off! It's making a mistake!" --- "Oh no!" Yuk pointed at the door which led to the infant processing room. "Somebody is in the machine!" "Yeah, because you weren't in the lobby to stop them from going near the slot!" Aoi shouted at her coworker. "We have to do something fast or they'll end up like you or Takara!" "You better go in there and shut down the machine then." Aoi said nonchalantly, crossing her arms. "But you're the boss. You should do it!" "Look at me!" Aoi gestured to her bowl haircut and then made a sweeping gesture across her non extant chest. "I already tried to do it, remember?!" "I know, but I don't want to go in there. I could end up like you two or…worse." Yuki shuddered. "You are to blame for all of this! You should've turned on the cleaning bot last night! You should've been in the lobby this morning!" Aoi replied with a scowl. "I know. I know, but-" Yuki found herself cut off by a renewed outpouring of screams emanating from within the diapering machine. --- Sakura and Kasumi were screaming their lungs out as they were both held onto the conveyor belt together, spread eagle and butt naked as the machine proceeded to scan their bodies. *Babies Not In The Database!* "That's because we're not babies you stupid machine!" Kazumi shouted from her spot on the conveyor belt as the scanner finished going down her body. "Yeah, I'm not even a client here. I was going to enroll my baby!" Sakura added. *Processing* "Look, I'm twenty nine years old!" The naked business woman hollered before adding. "The scan should have shown you that!" "You're twenty nine?! I'm twenty nine too!" Sakura smiled, and couldn't help but ask, "when is your birthday? Mine is December fifteenth." "You're joking!" Kazumi actually found herself momentarily distracted from this bizarre situation by the fact that a woman, whom she had barely known for more than ten minutes, shared the same birthday as her. "My birthday is on the fifteenth of December too!" *Twin Baby Girls Detected* This unexpected response from the machine made Sakura give the ceiling a sideways glance while Kasumi felt a vein bulge on her forehead. "Just because we have the same birthday doesn't mean that we're twins!" Kazumi screamed, her face beat red. *Such A Fussy Baby, But Don't Worry. You'll Both Be Diaper And Dressed. Then You Two Can Play In The Daycare* "But I'm not even supposed to be here! The blushing housewife responded. "Check your database! My name is Sakura Sakurai!" "And I'm Kazumi H-". *Starting File For Sakura And Kazumi Sakurai* The business woman found herself cut off by the computerized voice, leaving the naked woman visibly shaking with rage. She tried to kick her shapely legs, but they were easily seized and held immobile by the gloved hands. "My last name is not Sakurai!" Kazumi yelled, but the machine ignored her. Instead of getting a response, she was carried down the conveyor belt until it dropped her onto a cold surface which gently lowered down. *Weight Is 102 Pounds. Height Is 5'5* "This can't be happening to me! I'm a mother!" To Be Continued... I apologize for the delay and hope you enjoyed this latest addition. For a small, $3 pledge, you can read the entire 5.7k word update! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

I’m a sexy widdle baby ??

Poor kazoo but nice conversation about Becky being lonely. I know Amanda likes him there but maybe he should be with Becky full time and Amanda less during the week given the way grad school can be, looking forward to more

Thanks for the comment! Glad you've enjoyed it! Sorry you'll have to take it in smaller doses for a while.

Call it fate or destiny or happenstance, but somehow my story brings me once again to therapy. I had nothing intrinsically wrong with me at this point; I was happily living as a girl and I spent my days with two amazing friends who also liked to dress up in diapers and baby clothes. I was living the dream; not a universal dream, but the dream I had wished for since I was nine years old. But it didn’t feel like enough. What more was there? I had graduated from college with honors. I wrote touching touch-yourself stories on the internet that people seemed to love. I had diapers with little stars that disappeared when I wet them. I was beginning to feel like nothing would satisfy me. And so I went to therapy for the third time. My third and current therapist was my age, almost down to the day. I was immediately jealous. She was doing something meaningful with her life, and I was working as a secretary at an insurance place. But she had a way of challenging me that seemed to work. After a few months I felt like I could tell her anything, so that’s what I did. The first thing we discovered together was that I had depression. Apparently it isn’t normal to stay in bed for an entire day because you don’t have the energy to get up. Apparently it isn’t normal to fight off thoughts of suicide every time you have a moment to yourself. This might sound obvious to you, but I had felt that way my entire life. I thought everyone felt that way. Despite this, I didn’t want to take anti-depressants. Maybe in some strange, backwards way I appreciated my depression. It made me who I was. It made me good at writing and good at empathizing with people. It made me care more. I would later realize that this is total bullshit. The other reason I avoided anti-depressants was because I didn’t think I deserved them. I wasn’t trying to kill myself every week. I wasn’t hurting myself anymore. I could handle the bad days, if I gave myself enough time and distractions. If I fixed my simple, stupid problems with medicine, wasn’t that invalidating of all the people who actually had to struggle? After a series of discussions and debates - of which I do not envy my therapist’s position - I started taking an anti-depressant. I felt guilty and stupid over the whole thing until three days later. Here’s the thing. Anti-depressants don’t change anything. I’m not a different person, I’m not worse at writing or empathizing. I don’t care any more or any less. Absolutely nothing is different, but literally everything is easier. For the first time in my life, I had control over my thoughts. I could tell them no. I could push them away. I had the energy to argue with them. I could think more clearly and act more decisively. I had passion for the things I loved and the people I admired. I was the exact same girl, undiluted. Why did my ‘not suffering enough’ mean I had to suffer at all? Back then, I remember it making so much sense. But now that I can see the world in full spectrum, it seems silly. If there’s one small thing I can do that would make everything so much easier, why would I fight that? Because someone a long time ago said you have to have hardship to find true happiness? Because nothing is free, and you have to work for it? But if you win the lottery, don’t you take the money? If you are given a gift, don’t you appreciate it even more than if you bought it yourself? Why do we create these impossible standards to be happy when we don’t have to? If I listened to everyone else on ‘the right way to be happy’, I wouldn’t be a girl. I wouldn’t wear diapers and dresses. I wouldn’t have two of the best friends in the world. I would be dead in my mom’s basement and you wouldn’t have good stories to read. Annotations by: Sophie

Yes. Nothing makes me feel more little.

Chapter 102 “He just got excited,” Becky assured Jamie as she put a bandaid on his finger. “He didn’t mean anything by it.” “I know,” Jamie said as he winced. The wipe she used once more to clean the scratch burned. “I think he feels very guilty,” Jamie said, looking at Kazoo who was looking back at him. “You’re so brave,” Becky said as she kissed his finger and straightened up to throw away the bandaid wrapper. It was unlike Kazoo to nip, but he and Jamie had been wrestling so hard. “You’re so brave,” she said again as she picked Jamie up, putting her hands under his butt so he was looking at her with his legs wrapped around her waist. “I’m okay,” he said. Becky kept reassuring him, and he didn’t think he was giving any sign he needed to be. She was so attentive after he spent the weekend at the apartment. He wondered if she wanted him to need her because she needed him. She liked being needed, as do most who adopt a little. “Did you have fun this weekend?” “Yeah. Ella’s almost halfway done with the painting, and I let Yasmine practice littlesitting with me.” “You did? Was she good at it?” “Mhmm. I fell asleep while she was feeding me. What did you do?” “I saw your Aunt Laurie and your cousin. It’s almost his birthday.” “What will you get him?” “I don’t know yet. What do you think?” “He likes trains.” “We could go on a train ride,” Becky suggested. “We could make a day of it. We can go to Bientovalle.” “What’s there?” “Lunch and cool stores and parks and stuff.” “That would be fun for him.” “And you.” “And you,” Jamie countered. There was a pause in the conversation, and Becky rubbed his back. He wasn’t sure where the question came from, but without thinking about it, he asked, “Are you happy?” The question jolted Becky. “What? Where did that question come from?” She patted his back with a solid couple of thumps. “Of course I am. Why would you ask that?” “I don’t know,” Jamie said, regretting even the thought. “You don’t need to worry about that.” “I don’t. I just wondered. You...” He stopped and grimaced mildly. “You’re not lonely?” “No, honey, I’m not lonely.” She looked down at him and kissed his hair. “You’re very sweet.” “It’s just, when I’m here, we’re always together now, almost, and now you have the house to yourself a lot.” “I miss you when you’re not here, but I do stuff. I see Jane and Lauren and Danny. I have friends over.” “And it’s enough?” “Yes, I promise.” “I used to be lonely.” She adjusted him so he was leaning against her chest, his cheek resting on her. “And then we found each other. And that made me very happy.” “That’s what I mean. Do you wish you had someone on the days I’m not here? Isn’t it hard sometimes being an empty nester?” “For a few days? I manage. Kazoo keeps me company.” The dog picked up his head and began wagging us tail at the mere mention of his name. “Would it make you feel better if I said I’m lost without my Baby Bear?” “It would make me sad.” “You don’t sound like you believe me.” “It’s just ... I was lonely for a really long time. I just don’t want you to not have someone to share with. Like Stacy. She has Ella, but she doesn’t really have any friends.” That wasn’t a fair comparison, because Becky had many friends. She had a robust social life for someone her age. “Stacy is lonely?” “I don’t think so. I mean, she doesn’t have any family or close friends, but I don’t think so ... I just mean ... I don’t know what I mean. I’m glad you’re happy and not lonely.” “Where did this come from,” she asked. “I don’t know. It wasn’t a good question. Can we forget about it?” “If you’re sure.” “I’m sure.” She patted his back some more. “I could call Stacy, see if maybe she wanted to get together just the two of us,” she said off handedly. “Do you think she’d like that?” “Probably. You guys always seem to have a good time when we’re together.” “Maybe I’ll do that.” She looked down at Jamie. Sometimes he seemed to invent things to worry about, as though he needed to find something to justify his anxiety. It was sweet of him to worry about her. “What about you,” she asked. “Are you happy?” “Mhmm.” “You seem a little ...” She searched for the right word. “Subdued lately.” Clingy is the word she wanted to use. She liked that he was affectionate, but since the move, he seemed to be spending a lot more time at her side, or on her, than he had before. He didn’t play as much. It made some sense after the move, but it had been several months. She moved his bedtime, wondering if he were perhaps just not getting enough sleep, and asked him several times whether he felt okay, but he said he did. “When you talked to Dr. Mary during the summer, did that help,” she asked. “Yeah. She’s always helpful. She helped a lot with Ella, too.” “How would you feel about seeing her again for a little while? Would that be helpful?” “Why,” he asked, sitting up. “Do you think I need to?” “I think it can always be helpful to have someone neutral to talk to. Don’t you?” “Yeah,” he said, putting his head back down. “It is.” “Maybe we can go see her again.” “Okay,” Jamie said, unsure why she thought he needed that. He was open to it; he really did believe having a therapist to talk to helped regardless of how he was feeling. His question had obviously led her to questions of her own, not what he’d intended, and he wasn’t sure what he intended. “But what should we do with our afternoon? Anything you want. Just pick something,” she said. “We can go out for a second lunch, or we can go shopping, or the park, anything.” “Will you build with me?” “Sure I will.” She stood up and set him on the floor. “Play nice with Kazoozey, and I’ll go get your blocks.”

Just saw a Charmin commercial where they promised they're doing all they can. Reminded me of this:

Welcome. There's lots to discover. Because you filled 'em to capacity? ?

A couple of weeks passed. I got an email from Vicki to the entire group with a link to meet in a “Zoom” meeting. This was some new teleconferencing software. Linda and I had been using Skype. On the day of the meeting, Sis and I sat in front of my computer. Soon the screen was filled with tiles with various people. I recognized Brad and Vicki. There was also Linda, of course. There was a couple of kids I knew from school. A few of the windows had two kids, siblings, both in diapers. A round of introductions went around. This was good. We talked about being out of school. Some kids weren’t studying much. I guess my father was more serious about us keeping up than others. Then it came down to what we should do next. One girl said we should have a party as soon as they’d let small groups get together again. There was much discussion of the theme of the party. Vicki then spoke up. “Well, it would have to be in part a panty burning, since we have new members.” “Panty burning?” I said out loud. “If your parents haven’t already had you do it,” Vicki said. “Do what?” “Burn your old panties.” Now it occurred to me what she was talking about. Vicki continued. “It’s sort of a 2D tradition. Some parents will do it right off the bat. Others will wait a bit until they are sure they’re going to stick with it. They always do.” “We haven’t burned anything yet,” my sister said. “I just assumed Mom threw them out,” I said. “I’ll have to ask.” After the meeting was over, I went up to Mom. “Did you save sis and my underwear?” “You’re not getting them back if that’s what you’re after.” “I know. The kids were thinking about having a panty burning party after they let us out of lockdown. I wanted to know if mine was available to burn.” “Yes, I still have them, and burning them would be a great idea.” I skyped Linda. She said her mother was already planning a panty burning exercise, but she’d hold off for a more formal event. I wrote Vicki and told her that all three of us had panties to burn. Sis came into the room following that exchange. “I can’t believe you’re getting excited over this. It makes me sick. It’s so unfair I have to give up panties for some stupid idea mom heard about on the internet.” “Well, we’re not getting them back anyhow. We might as well have some fun with them.” Sis just rolled her eyes at me. During the next Zoom meeting, it was suggested that we all show off our diapers. Linda had her shorts off in a second, displaying her cute diapered butt. I pulled mine off and spun around, for mostly Linda’s benefit. The various other images on the screen appeared diapered. Only Sis seemed disinterested in participating. “C’mon Sis, everybody else is doing it,” I said. “Yeah, I bet you look really cute,” Brad said. “Here, I’ll even take off my shirt.” Brad pulled off his shirt and stood back, wearing just the diaper. He made a couple of poses showing off his body. Sis sat there, fixated on the monitor. “Well?” Brad said. “Oh, OK,” Sis said. She stood and, with a little hesitation, pulled off her jeans. “You are cute,” Brad said. Sis blushed deeply. “How about when this thing is over, we go to the movies or something.” Sis’s mouth dropped open. Brad was asking her out. She couldn’t believe it. The silence was awkward. I poked her. “Sure, I’d like that a lot,” she said. She smiled at me. For the first time since all of this started she had something to look forward to.

Just had my morning mess in my megamax! I know there's more to come. Im glad I have my gary wear briefs because I'm going to enjoy this one for awhile. Why do I love this so much?! Lol

Well sorry it took so long i finally know what one of the 4 ideas i'm going to use and i hope you all enjoy it. ❤️ Also before you read little warning there will be Abuse at the start. Chapter 6. “Well it seems like the baby wet his bed again what should we do to punish him mom?” Johns brother yelled at their mom who was downstairs. Their mom pissed at having to deal with Johns problems again stomps upstairs before barging in his room almost making the door fall off its hinges. “The little pissant wet his bed again? Jesus Christ how many times do we have to do this John.” “But but… I didn’t mean to I was asl..” John’s mom slapped him sending him flying into the wall almost knocking him out cold but leaving him aware enough to hear his mom and brother. “Dammit take John back to the doghouse he can sleep there a few nights; he should be happy its summer if the little shit died from freezing that would be a problem.” John’s mom watched as her oldest son drug John down the stairs by his foot watching him hit his head on each stair on the way down. “Jesus what did I just say? Try not to kill the useless pissant I told you It would be a problem if you kill him, we need his dumbass alive or else someone might notice him missing.” She yelled from the top of the stairs. “Sorry mom I’ll make sure he doesn’t hit his head on anymore for now. By the way what do you want me to do with him when I put him in the doghouse?” John’s brother asked. “Take Suzi’s old dog collar and put it on him and chain his useless ass outside. Two or Three days like that should remind him to listen.” John’s mom said hearing her oldest closed the back door behind him. John’s older brother drug him through the grass and mud before tossing him against the doghouse causing him to become more aware of everything. “Please…. Don’t I’m sor..” John never got to finish before his older brother punched him in the face causing him to burst out crying. John’s brother quickly put the collar on him and tired him to the pole so he couldn’t move or go anywhere. “If I find out that you are not out here when I bring you some food tonight you will be dead understand?” John’s brother yelled. His brother waited for a minute before he kicked John in the side. “I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” He yelled. Sobbing quietly John let out a small noise. “Yes, I understand.” He said quietly watching as his brother left him outside in the hot summer sun. “NO DON’T LEAVE ME!” Amelia screamed loudly starting to wake up and realize it was only a dream, she curled up into a ball and started crying her eyes out at her old memory’s when she was young. Amelia soon realized that the bed was dry, and she was ecstatic before remembering she put on a diaper last night before she went to sleep. She slowly moved her hand down to her waist feeling the soaked padding between her legs. Amelia let out a loud long sigh. “Son of a bitch. Well at least the bed is dry this time I’m really going to need to see a doctor today…” Amelia slowly gets up out of bed and heads to the bathroom tossing her clothes and putting her soaked diaper in the trash before jumping in the shower hoping to enjoy a hot shower this morning. After being in the shower for almost 30 minutes Amelia got out and wrapped herself in a towel heading out of the bathroom before sitting down in the chair and looking at the clock on the wall. She was shocked when she saw it was only 7 AM. She decided she might as well call Amy and see if she’s awake so she can tell her she might be late coming in. Amelia grabbed her phone from the nightstand and called Amy’s phone. “Hey Amelia, what’s up why you are calling so early?” Amy wondered if something was wrong for Amelia to be calling her this early in the morning. “Is it ok if I come in a little late, I’m going to head to the doctor and see if I can find out what’s wrong with my bladder if that’s fine.” Amelia knew her voice sounded depressed, but she hoped Amy wouldn’t say anything about it. “I don’t see a problem with you coming in late if your going to the doctor’s office, but didn’t you call your doctor yesterday?” Amy was a bit confused on why she was going to go to a doctor after her call yesterday. “Yeah I did but I want another doctor to look at me just in case cause I’m a bit worried.” Amy could tell how worried Amelia was just by her voice, but she knew as Amelia’s boss she shouldn’t overstep her bounds yet. “Sure, hun it’s fine just text me or call me and tell me what the doctor said please?” “Ok Amy I’ll call you or text once I know anything about what’s wrong. Well I’ll see you at work later take care.” Amelia said ending the call. She let out a long sigh and started to look for where the nearest doctor’s office was. A crossed town Amy was panicking a bit. “This is not good this is really not good… Amelia sounds so depressed…. I really should stay out of her personal life but screw it I’m going to call the doctor’s office and ask for a favor.” Amy quickly dialed the doctor’s person phone number hoping he would pick up. “Heyyy Amy how’s it going, what can I do for you?” “Hey Mason, I need a favor from you.” Amy asks. “Sure, what do you need?” “Here soon your going to have a girl whose name is Amelia come in to talk about her bladder problem please make sure you deal with her and tell me what you find out about her problem.” “Um Amy that’s kind of unethical and violates a few laws…” Manson thinks Amy might have lost it asking for a favor like this. “She works for me and I’m her boss. I’m really worried about her she sounded depressed over it so please do me this favor.” Amy was hoping he would say yes knowing this. Amy could tell Amelia had been abused as a child and felt bad for the girl and wanted to be there for her. Mason sighed loud enough Amy could her it on her head. “Fine this one time and only because she works for you and you are worried about her.” “Thanks Mason I owe you.” “No problem.” Mason ended the call wondering what he just got himself into. Amelia found the only doctor’s office in town and decided she should get going in a few minutes. Amelia heads over to her clothes and starts to get dressed making sure to put a pair of the training panties on just in case she had to go and couldn’t find a bathroom. After grabbing her shoes and tying them, she makes sure she has everything before heading out the door to the doctor’s office a few blocks away. Amelia walked down the street walking by the park like she did everyday enjoying how nice it look. She thought she heard someone yell when she felt herself get hit in the head by something knocking her down. “Son of a bitch what the hell was that?” Amelia said holding her head where she got hit.” Amelia notices a few mothers running to her. She hoped they would believe she was an adult or else this might take a while. The first one of the three mothers got to her first kneeling down and looking at her head. “Sweetie can you see ok? Tell me how bad does it hurt.” “Yeah I’m fine just a minor headache now.” Amelia was doing her best right now not to be scared she didn’t want to wet herself in front of 3 moms “Where are your parents baby girl?” “I’m not a baby or a toddler lady I’m 22 and I’m on my way to the doctor’s office can you please put me down?” All 3 of the moms are looking at her like she just slapped them. “Sweetie do you have any proof?” The mother that is still kneeling next to her asks. Amelia reaches in her purse with her other hand and pulls out her I.D getting really sick of having to do this all the time. “See? It says 22 now leave me alone dammit.” Amelia screams as she walks away heading for the doctor’s office leaving the 3 mothers looking at her in shock. When Amelia thinks she’s enough away she loses it. “That freaking hurt like hell I don’t even know what hit me.” Amelia reached up and slightly pushed on her flinching. “Well that’s going to bruise now just great.” Amelia finally reached the doctor’s office still using one hand to cover the bump on her head she now has. She struggles to open the door with one hand before someone opens it for her to let her inside. “There you go sweetie.” A nice man holding the door open for her. Amelia nods at him before heading into the office hoping she will get some good news. Amelia walked up to the desk and waits a few minutes before she has to knock something over to be noticed. A nurse comes around the side to see what happened when she spots a small girl standing there. “Can I see a doctor about a problem I’m having please miss?” Amelia asks trying to be polite. The nurse is a little shocked realizing this girl might be older than she thought. “Sure, hun what’s your name?” “Amelia Smit.” Amelia cringed wondering why J had made her last name Smit she thought it sounded weird and dumb. “Sure, thing hun fill out this paperwork and give it to the nurse when you are called back.” Amelia sat in a chair and sent the good part of 15 minutes trying to fill everything out. “What the hell? What am I illegal too? Hell, I don’t know, I guess I’ll put unknown.” Amelia was able to finish the paperwork before the nurse even came out to call her. “Amelia Smit?” A nurse finally called. “Right here miss.” “Ok Amelia let me get your height and weight and then follow me to the room.” The nurse looked at her height and weight and was a bit worried because even a toddler was bigger and heavier than her. Amelia followed the nurse into one of the rooms and hoped up on the table with a little bit of help from the nurse. The nurse took her pulse blood pressure and then gave her a once over before taking the paperwork and leaving her alone. Amelia pulled out her phone and texted Amy that she was sitting the doctor’s office waiting for the doctor to see her. When Amy saw the text, she was really happy that Amelia really did go to the doctors hoping Amelia would get some good news from Mason. Just as Amelia had put her phone down the doctor walked into the room and looked at her for a minute surprised at how short she was. “Hello Amelia, my name is Doctor Jaycox but everyone calls me Mason. So, what can I do for you today?” Amelia was a little nervous she was not expecting a guy at all. “Well umm I’ve been having problems controlling my bladder lately it seems.” Amelia said barely loud enough for Mason to hear. “Well from what I see we don’t have much of a medical history on you care to tell me a bit before now?” Mason thought it was a bit odd but if she didn’t want to tell him he wasn’t going to push her. “Well…. The truth is I’m trans and really have no real medical history cause of how I grew up.” Mason was not really shocked by this because his he had a feeling about it when he read her chart and the paperwork she filled out. “How long ago was your surgery?” Mason asked. “Maybe 3 weeks ago at most I was asleep for 2 weeks to recover though.” Hearing this Mason was a little shocked normally you don’t put someone to sleep after that. Mason had a horrific thought. “Amelia… Did they give you any instructions to follow after the surgery?” Mason watched as Amelia got confused by his question. “What do you mean? They woke me up gave me some meds I wet to sleep woke up later and then I left.” Mason had a bad feeling in his gut now. “Amelia I’m going to run some tests and collect some blood and urine samples ok? This might take a few hours so bear with me.” Once Amelia nodded yes at Mason we quickly left and started ordering his nurses to get the tests started while he made a call. Mason got to his office before pulling out his cell and calling Amy right away. “Amy there may be a problem a really big problem.” “Mason what’s wrong your scaring me now.” “First Amy do you know that Amelia is trans and the surgery was for that?” Mason was expecting silence after he said that, but Amy answered right away. “Yes, I had a feeling about it when we talked, I saw a small scar on her throat and took a guess.” “Well good guess Amy wish you would have told me but that’s in the past. The bigger problem we have here is after the surgery she was asleep for what she guesses is two weeks on top of that they didn’t give her any instructions on what to do once she left.” Mason thought the phone had died before Amy started to talk again. “They didn’t give her any instruction for healthcare or any aftercare? And why was she asleep for two weeks I thought when u did that kind of surgery years ago it was like a day then a few to recover and they leave? Amy was growing more and more worried by the minute. “That’s just it I don’t know she should have had aftercare a small booklet or something and been awake right after the surgery. I have my nurses running tests to try and see what all is wrong.” Amy let out a few tears feeling bad for the poor girl. “Thanks Mason keep me updated please.” “No problem Amy this girl needs it.” Mason ended the call before sighing at looking up at the ceiling while leaning back in his chair. “Hey! Be gentle that needle is huge, and shouldn’t I be in the bathroom to pee in the dumb cup?” Amelia said now a little upset. “Hun, we need to get some blood and because of your size it’s a lot easier for us just to get the urine sample.” The nurse says finishing up getting the urine sample while the other nurse gets the blood. “Ok just please be gentle it hurts.” Amelia said letting out a single tear from the big needle in her arm. “Don’t worry hun after this the rest of the tests will be easy.” The nurse tells her. The nurses left Amelia alone only for 5 minutes before coming back and taking her to get test after test after test. Before Amelia knew it, she ended up having 7 different tests and it had taken over 2 hours. Amelia was exhausted from all the tests and was happy when they lead her back to her room to lay down and rest tell Mason could tell her the news. Mason looked over the tests shocked and worried about what he was reading. He called Amy once he was done reading everything. “Amy, we have a big problem….” Mason said before filling her in on all the tests causing Amy to feel really bad for Amelia not knowing anything yet. “Please Mason be gentle about it.” “Don’t worry Amy I will.” Mason says as he ends the call and grabs the test results and heads to Amelia’s room. Mason stands outside the room Amelia is and takes a huge breath before going in knowing this will not go well. Mason enters and sits down on the stool in the room and looks at Amelia who is stilling on the bed waiting for Mason to tell her what’s wrong. “Well what do I start.” “How bad is it?” Amelia asks a little scared. “Well X-rays show you have over 60 cracks and broken bones that have healed over the years. The fact that they healed as well as they did a miracle. Next you ended up having a UTI and seem to have had it for the last week from what it looks like.” Mason says stopping to catch his breath. “Is that all?” Amelia sees him nod no and it worries her more. “You said you were Tran’s and had the surgery, well there are some problems with that. First off, they did not give you any info about aftercare and homecare so that made its own list of problems. Your bladder also is roughly the size of a 2-year old’s. The fact that you were able to be potty trained is amazing. I’m sorry to also say it looks like some medication you took started to destroy your bladder muscles, right now it will be any day before your fully bladder incontinent. The good news is your bowels look fine right now at least I’m not sure if the medication you took will effect that too but only time will tell.” Mason was happy he finished the large part of it able to breath and answer any of Amelia’s questions. Once Amelia heard it all she broke down and started crying in her hands. “Amelia sweetie talk to me.” Mason said as he rubbed her back. Sniffling Amelia tries to talk. “Not only do I look like I’m a toddler I’m about to have the control of one too. I don’t know any of what was given to me after the surgery they never told me anything about that I don’t even know what they all did they made me a girl and changed my voice, what else did they do to me.” Amelia screamed grabbing Masons doctors coat crying into that. “Amelia even if you can’t control when you go to the bathroom your alive your healed bones say that much, so your life is not over hun.” Mason did his best to calm her down not sure if he should call Amy. Amelia let go before speaking to Mason. “My family is what caused my broken and cracked bones… They were monsters.” Mason quickly pulls out his phone while Amelia is not looking and still in his coat and texts Amy to get here quickly. “Amelia wearing protection will not be that bad I promise you just need to take it slow for now and maybe take a few days off from your job and collect yourself. You really need to take a few days to relax.” Amelia lifts her head up and looks at Masons face “I have friends here and no one to do anything with… what do you want me to do to relax play at the park?” Mason sighed knowing this was not going to be easy. “Talk to Amy your boss and see if she wants to do anything with you please?” Amelia gets immediately scared. “How do you know Amy is my boss……” “Amelia I’m good friends with Amy she asked me to deal with you personally, she was worried about you.” “She did?” Amelia is confused why would Amy do that. “Yes, she said you sounded depressed and was worried about you.” “…Oh…... I’m sorry” Amelia looked down at the ground not use to someone being worried about her. “It’s ok Amelia. Amy is coming to pick you up and take you home or to her place it will be up to you.” Mason says before he hears a knock on the door and Amy coming in. “Hey Mason, hey Amelia.” Amy says trying to smile and not show her worry. “Hey Amy, you can take Amelia home now.” Mason hands Amy the file for Amelia to look over later before heading out of the room. “Hey Amelia, what do you want to do?” Amy could tell Amelia still wanted to cry and was thinking just about ignoring Amelia’s wishes and taking her home and letting her crash in her guest room. “…Can I please go to your house I really don’t want to be alone right now…. And please get me some diapers so I don’t get anything wet.” Amelia says sobbing. “Shhh it’s alright hun I’ll help anywhere I can.” Amelia grabs a diaper from one of the drawers in the office. She pulls down Amelia’s pants and trainers and notices that they are slightly damp. She grabs the changing supplies from the drawers and gently powders Amelia as she looks away embarrassed to look at Amy. Amy slides the diaper under Amelia and tapes it up, making sure it fits ok before pulling her pants back up and then picking her up and carrying her out of the office. “I can walk Amy…” “Shh hun let me help, you really need it today.” Amy gets to her car and opens the back door being gentle as she puts Amelia in the back seat and buckles her in. Amy gets in the driver’s seat and starts the car before quickly looking back at Amelia and seeing the girl almost asleep. “Well guess I’ll take you to my house for now…...” Amy pulls out of the doctor’s office and heads home to her house. She plans to let Amelia sleep for a few hours before getting the girl some lunch. Amy looks back at Amelia again and can’t help but think how hurt Amelia must be and Amy hopes she can help her feel better.

I’m not really into pee play so much. But, the idea of a fantasy, where I’d be mistakenly be put into training panties, only to have a big flood, then be chastised, and put back into even thicker diapers and plastic panties then before, sounds good to me. Maybe with some corner time, dress pinned up in back, to show off my sissy plastic panties to everyone.

I agree with Rosalie.Bent. There needs to be a demonstrable reason for divulging this information to anyone. For most of us this is, after all, a very private and intimate part of ourselves. Imagine someone saying: "Mom and dad, I need to tell you something. I am sexually aroused by the idea of dominant women wearing high heels and black leather whipping me and verbally humiliating me. Just wanted you to know." What the hell is the point of divulging that information? Your parents do not NEED to know anything about your private sexual desires/inclinations. On the other hand, if a person is gay, divulging that to parents/family/friends is vitally important. Otherwise, a gay person would be forced to hide the fact that they were in a relationship. They would have to conceal the very existence of the person that they loved, lived with, and spent most of their time with. Such a charade would be extremely elaborate and very stressful to maintain. Thus, it makes sense to "come out of the closet". On a side note, this was also a reason why the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy in the U.S. military needed to be repealed. But that still doesn't mean you have to reveal the details of your sex life to your parents. Ferix makes the point that crafting diapers is a business and he left his former job to focus on crafting the diapers. So this is a circumstance where it makes more sense to divulge the information. My ABDL side is also a source of income for me. I write ABDL ebooks on Amazon Kindle. Its very helpful to be able to work from home and make some meager amount of money, especially now with the Coronavirus! However, this doesn't mean I felt compelled to "come out" to my parents. I am still very discreet. I have told them I write ebooks and naturally they asked about what genre my fictional works are set within. I told them I write "romance" novels. In some ways, this is true. In other ways, it is disingenuous. But my ABDL side is a very private, intimate part of who I am as a person. There is no reason the whole world needs to know about it. We live in a day and age where "coming out" of any closet is praised as courageous and brave. And indeed, there are lots of people that needed to muster some measure of bravery to tell their family about who they were. Its not reasonable to ask someone to conceal marriages/intimate relationships for fear that their family will not accept them. That being said, I don't think we spend enough time trying to empathize with the family in these situations. It is a fact that human beings lose brain plasticity as we grow older. This makes it much more difficult to learn new skills and integrate new ideas into our worldview. Even when learning new skills or ideas are vitally important to older people's well being, it can be incredibly difficult for them! Sure, prejudices like homophobia for instance are wrong - but imagine being raised in a world where homophobia was taught and affirmed constantly in every facet of your life. Then, suddenly, a lifetime of conditioning needs to be cast aside in a single day - and your failure to do so means that you'll be branded an evil, bigoted monster! Homophobia is immoral and hateful. But I must say that I have some sympathy for homophobic people. They are struggling to accept new ideas in the face of a rapidly changing world and culture. The state of LGBT rights has changed drastically within the past two decades. Within the course of just 10 years, we went from Democratic candidates like Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton saying that marriage should only be between a man and a woman... to the U.S. Supreme Court declaring gay marriage would be the law nationwide! This is a breathtaking pace. Is it really so shocking that there are people in this country struggling to keep up with it? Is it really so terrible that there are older people in the twilight of their lives feeling conflicted, confused, or uncomfortable with drastic cultural changes taking place all around them? If we want other people to love and accept us, flawed as we might be, then perhaps we should make an effort to love and accept other people too. (Even if they are wrong in their beliefs.) So if diapers and ABDL lifestyles play a major role in your life outside the bedroom, yes, maybe you need to consider the possibility of telling some of your family members about it. But I would suggest a cautious approach. Think long and hard about whether your mother and father really need to know all the details about your preference of underwear... and realize that revealing it to them might make them uncomfortable.

When I was about 6 or 7, maybe 8, I used to wet the bed, which i recall only lasting a few nights, then after years of being dry, i actually WANTED to be a bedwetter again.

It is one of the ironic aspects of ABDL community in that people everyone knows and trusts suddenly disappears and no one knows why. The reality is that much of our connection is tenuous.

I remember her blog also and then she went premium and it became disappointing. I wonder if everything went there.

Posted a new story.

I did create something very similar to this and really enjoyed the experience

25.) "You totally beat my high score, look at that." We'd just gotten back in the elevator, and Tyler let the girl continue to play with her iPad, which seemed to keep her well distracted. While there was so much about Natsuko that was still Natsuko, there was also so much that was different about her, so much childishness that seemed natural and organic and not at all created. She was... bubbly. I was always competitive. To use such a simple implementation to distract me, though? That was new. When we got up to Yuko's floor, I looked up at the door. It was closed now. No movers. Oh right, the movers... what was that about. And the diaper... I shuffled again. I'd gotten so used to the smell... "I'm gonna change when I get in, okay...?" Fuck did I need to... "I think it's best that I change you, hunny — that way I can make sure you get completely clean without needing to shower after." Again, it was logic that Tyler worked in, and she let herself into the apartment door without leaving too much room for discussion on that front. "Hey sis, how was the cafe?" I was on the sofa reading a business journal, and I set it down beside me. "Come over here, give me a cuddle — I wanna talk to you about some stuff." "I have to change first," I said flatly. I walked past my sister, looking at my shoes. Honestly, I was a little mad at her. That she wouldn't let me inside. But when I got to the hallway, I looked back at Tyler. For her to help. Because she was right, and I wanted to feel clean... "We'll be right out, Yuko." Tyler made it clear that she'd be changing the 23 year old, and she took her into Yuko's bedroom to do so. Although most all of the supplies were in what would become Natsuko’s and Tyler's new bedroom, there were still a few diapers by the bed. "Lay up on your back, hunnybunny. I think you shouldn't be quite so rude to your sister, you know? She's looked out for you so much today." She spoke while going about the changing. "Lift your tush, cutie." "I know..." She cleaned me off and I looked up at the ceiling. I held the iPad to my chest like a stuffed animal and closed my eyes. "I don't like her seeing me like this... I don't like anybody seeing me like this... I'm a good girl, and I just want to be back to normal..." "Well, you remember when you were ten, right? And you'd only eat burgers from McDonalds, with nothing else on them? Just meat and bun? That was normal to you then. Normal changes every day, hunnybunny, and maybe for the time this is going to be normal for you. I think trying to force things otherwise is only going to make it harder to move forward, don't you?" In only a few changes, Tyler had gotten very proficient at what she was doing, and this would be the first time she changed a messy diaper of Nat's without the girl demanding to be washed afterward. "...I don't want this to be normal..." Tyler didn't say anything to that. Because she knew what was coming next. She finished wiping me clean. I hated it. I hated all of it. But she was so good... then I was taped into a new ducky diaper. I didn't even complain. My skirt was lowered and Tyler helped me to my feet. "Thanks," I muttered... "Your sister is going to show you something when we go back out there, hunny, something she's had done because she wants you to be comfortable and safe. And I think you're going to be upset with her, but I want you to think long and hard about what's best for you right now before you get cross, okay?" Tyler went to the bedroom door and held it open, smiling. "Come on, now." "...what are you talking about...?" But Tyler said nothing more. I walked past her, past the closed den door, and into the living room. My sister helped me to the couch and sat down beside me, watching me with a smile. I shuffled nervously in the diaper. This was it. The moment... "...what...?" "Well, sis, I think that it's clear by now that you're going to need a little more time after everything that happened, some time away from stress and from your life to focus on recovering." I smiled and kissed her forehead softly, deciding to just take the bandaid approach. "From now on, you're going to be living here. Just until you're feeling more comfortable with who you are. And Tyler has agreed to stay here, too, and she's going to take care of you when I'm at work and such. Is that okay with you? Has she been treating you well?" “Yeah, I guess..." Honestly, it might even be best right now. Tyler was going to help me learn to use the bathroom better. To undo what those fuckers did. And she was a pretty nice person. Maybe even a friend. And living here meant not having to leave the house until I was ready. It meant overcoming all this stuff, so I could move home. Obviously I'd be staying here a couple more weeks. "I had the renovators in, because I wanted to have my study in my bedroom for a while anyway — the view is nicer on that side of the building," Which was definitely something pertinent in our family. "So I had the den renovated at the same time, and it's going to be your bedroom and Tyler's. It's not that big, so I had to have some creative changes made, but it'll be your own space, and a space Tyler can take the best care of you. How does that sound?" I had to share a room with Tyler? I looked at my sister with a bit of frustration, then looked sideways at Tyler. I didn't need a babysitter. I was fine. "I can have my own room, Yuko. Tyler doesn't need to watch over me. I swear, I'm doing a lot better." Relatively. I just wanted to put her mind at ease... "I know, sis, I know — but Tyler's lease is up anyway and I offered her to stay here because it seems like she's been really helpful, right? And I read that in trauma as bad as yours, night anxiety can be a real problem, so this solves two issues, doesn't it?" "I'm sorry, hunnybunny, would you rather I find a new place to stay? It's no big deal." Of course, to the Fujin sisters it was well known that Tyler was from rather more modest and lower-class upbringing. This wasn't even fair. I looked away from Yuko. From Tyler. I looked at my feet. I could just go home! I could live at home just fine. But I'd already agreed to staying here a couple weeks. So what was a couple weeks of Tyler sleeping in the same room as me? She didn't snore, did she? So what? I'd be fine. I could handle this... "Fine..." So I hugged my sister, but not the way sisters hug — the way a mother would hug her daughter; tenderly and peppered with pride. "Let me show you what I had done, okay?" So the den wasn't large, no, but the work was exquisite and professional. A bed on one wall with four posts and slightly raised edges, that could be converted into a crib when needed but showed no signs of that now. A wardrobe dominated the opposite wall, with a staircase set into one end and another bed atop it for Tyler. Inset into the wall were cubicle cubbies, stocked with diapers and wipes and powder and above those was a long strip of steel around an inch thick, which would be revealed later to be a slide out changing table. ...it was a child's room. Actually, with the diapers, it was probably worse. It was probably a baby's room. A toddler's room. My chest hurt. This was what this was about? They were putting me in here, in this kid's room? I swallowed hard and shook my head. I turned to my sister and let what little bit of pride I had left kick in. All this, at once, it was enough to trigger it. "No." "You're upset about the color scheme, right?" I sighed and approached the window, shaking my head before turning round. "This room is only 10' by 10', sis, and I didn't have the funds available for a designer to plan something out. I needed two single beds, ample closet space and some storage space. And this firm on West had a premade available for a steep discount on account of the fact they had a cancelled order, so they had all these materials. But it was take it as is, or not at all." Tyler put her arms around Natsuko and pulled her close, kissing her hair. "Do you understand, hunny? What your sister is trying to say is that she did her best, and she's so worried about you, and has been worried you'd hate it all day..." It was too childish. And I was already in diapers. And Tyler changed me. And this whole thing was stupid! Because I wasn't a child. So I pushed Tyler off me and crossed my arms again. And once more. Hard. "No." It was probably the most grown up I'd sounded in weeks. "I told you it was a bad idea, Tyler. She's ungrateful, and prideful, and has always been. Always been the naughty girl of the family." I made sure to sound as disheartened as I looked, and I also made sure to use that particular wording. Naughty girl. Not a good girl, not in the slightest. "She's just in shock, Yuko, that's all — her life has been turned upside down and she's just having trouble adjusting to the changes. Right, Natsuko? You're just frustrated, and you don't mean to act out." I shook my head. I shook my head and put my hands on my ears. This was so stupid! This room was for a child, no matter how she wanted to spin it. The diaper. Tyler. Changing me. This? I didn't understand Tyler's motivations, her actions - they didn't fit. But I was sure. Yuko was doing this on purpose. Too many coincidences. "NO! No, no, no! Stop treating me like this! Stop acting like you don't know what you're doing, you stupid brat!" I slapped her cheek, and my sister fell onto the bed, and I seethed through clenched teeth. "You are so selfish, Natsuko! I went through so much worse than you did, and half of what happened to me happened because of your choices! But you're making this about you, making it about you like you always do, and all I'm trying to do is help you, and I spent so much money getting you a nice room, and finding someone who cares about you as much as I do to help take care of you and then you have the audacity to blame me?" "Yuko..." "You're a naughty girl, Natsuko, you are. And a horrible sister." What a performance. ...I felt sick. I felt sick and small and pathetic. But the sister-instinct in me kicked in. The part that always drives me to argue. So with my red cheek, I pulled myself to my feet, crinkling all the way. I had tears in my eyes, and my voice was weak, but I said it anyway. "I didn't ask for it..! I didn't, and... and I just wanna go home! Because... because you're just making it worse, Yuko. You're just making it worse." "Sit down, and shut up, both of you." Tyler scolded, right as planned, and shoved Yuko and Natsuko both down on the bed, crossing her arms. "You two are both being stupid. No more arguing. No more disagreeing, now you both listen here." She was almost magnificent in her posture. "You both went through hell, and I get that you're both still hurting. Natsuko, Yuko is burying herself in work to try and shut out the pain of what happened, and she's torn because she's trying her utter best to take care of you. Yuko, Natsuko is frightened, okay? She's frightened and scared and having trouble with the basics, and you need to be more supportive and understanding of that. And more sensitive. You need to have this room re-painted for her: you ask her the color, and you get it done. Because if you want her to feel at home here, you have to include her. And don't hit her, don't yell at her — she's fragile." Tyler stood up for me? She actually stood up for me? Like, didn't immediately take my sister's side? I didn't get it. If Yuko was really trying to turn me into a little girl, then what was Tyler doing...? Trying to... save me...? "...I... I wanna move out..." "You don't trust me...?" I sounded hurt. I made sure it was genuine, too, and I looked away, forlornly, out the window. "Of course she doesn't, Yuko... you got her a teenager’s bedroom when she's already feeling unlike herself. Natsuko, how about you and I pick out some colors for your new room tonight?" "Painting the room won't make her trust me, Tyler..." "No, it won't, but letting her do that is a good start. She thinks you're taking away her control." "I'm just trying to keep her safe..." "So prove it, and let her have input from now on, okay? Is that okay, Natsuko? Will you give staying here a try?” I nodded softly, looking down at my feet. This whole thing was silly, honestly. I didn't need to be here. But Yuko was trying to help, maybe. Ugh, I didn't even know anymore. Thank God Tyler was here to protect me... "If I'm staying here, I gotta go home and get more clothes..." Not tonight, though. It was getting late... ------------------------- Like, Comment, and check us out on Patreon!

10.) The sun was coming up. The sun was coming up, and I didn't know the time, and I couldn't find my sister. I was starving and sick and my stomach cramps were unbearable. I kept pushing my fingers into the seat of my "underwear" to get swipes of the melted chocolate on my backside, licking it clean. I was shaking. I was trembling... why couldn't I have more food..? Where was Yuko...? "Can I go in there yet?" I was eating cereal for breakfast, refreshed and chipper and clean. And thankfully, still bruised. I'd even gotten used to the cast! Green Eyes was shaking his head, though, and he picked through some items on the counter. "She has to be violated, and hurt some more." "Violated?" He held up the toy, the bell shaped thing that went in peoples butts, and I nodded in understanding. The man stepped through the door. The door opened and I looked up eagerly, but the man who greeted me wasn't the man I was used to. It was the other one. The one who'd whipped me. Who'd pierced me. I shook my head and stumbled backward into the wall, covering my chest with my hands. I hadn't had anything to drink in twenty four hours, and I still needed to pee... and what was worse, the cramps were overwhelming.... "Lean over the bed. Kneel on the floor." Simple directions punctuated by the crop being smacked on one of the pieces of wooden furniture. The girl looked up fearfully, her fingers smeared with chocolate that had been her only source of happiness. 24 hours without any new chocolate would be torture for her, with the addiction oh-so strong by now. "If you're good, you won't get whipped. If you please me, you'll get chocolate." Even the mention of the chocolate perked me up. I wanted to say it was the rest of it that made me do it - the notion of not getting whipped - but I don't think it was. I crawled to the bed, leaning over the edge. Was he going to spank me? No, he'd whip my thighs. I was sick and dizzy, wearing urine that was three days old. I hadn't slept well at all... "I'm a good girl... very good girl..." He unlocked the padlock on the chain, and loosened it enough to pull back the back of the girl’s diaper. The smell of stale urine was horrendous, and her ass was angry and red, smeared with melted chocolate that she'd reached for so desperately. The man moistened his finger with baby oil, and began to push it into Nat’s behind. He wouldn't give her too much preparation, because this needed to hurt and because she had days of chocolate in her needing to be expelled after digestion. But a small courtesy. I yelped. Yeah, like a puppy. Seriously. And he took his finger out of me. I fell dizzily onto the bed. I'd never had anything inside me before. Never. Ever. And to have this man's finger... and in that place... especially with how badly my stomach hurt... but I needed to ask. I needed to... "Please let me use the bathroom... please... I'm such a good girl... please..." "Chocolate or bathroom." She wanted chocolate more, and everybody knew it, but even should she choose bathroom, he wouldn't let her. Everybody knew that, too. He smeared oil on the plug, and pressed its very cold and firm tip to her behind, twisting it left and right as be began to push it inside of her. I screamed. Really screamed. And I thought about what he was doing. About what he was pushing inside me. What was he pushing inside me? And what did I need to push out? And in this... wearing this... I shook my head. I still wouldn't think it. I was the daughter of a millionaire! I was the heir to a company!! "B-bathroom, bathroom!" ....I regretted my decision. But... but I had to stick to it... I had to.... right? "You disappointed me, you chose the answer against my wishes. You get no chocolate now." He pushed firmly enough to cause the girl to lurch forward, her newly pierced nipples and tummy rubbing on the bedsheets, and the plug stretched the girl more and more, getting closer to its widest point. "You're not a smart girl, Little One. You're stupid. So stupid. You can't make your own decisions properly." The whole thing slid into me. So much bigger than I thought. And it hurt so bad, but only for a second. And after that, it was so heavy. It weighed more than the chains on my nipples. And the man tugged my panties up, everything up, and threw me to the floor. I landed on my back, completely out of breath, tears in my eyes... maybe... maybe I could shimmy the underwear down since he loosened the chain so much.... "I'm... I'm s-smart.... p-please...." "Now you're arguing?" The crop struck her flesh, her thigh, still red and angry and tender from the last volley of punishment. The next struck her nipple, her breast, where she'd been pierced. "Lock yourself back in place, pull the chain tight, you simple idiot." He struck her other breast the moment she hesitated. I was a sobbing mess all over again. My skin rose where the whip licked me. I was in so much pain, and I felt so..... so.... heavy. All this stuff attached to me. So heavy....... "...b-but you said... you said I could use-" Another crack against the side of my thigh and I fell into a bout of screaming. I couldn't do it. I wouldn't! I wouldn't lock myself into this... I wouldn't.... He pushed his foot onto the girl’s bare stomach as he whipped her breasts, his shoe pressing into the tag that read slut, pressing her to the floor, as more and more swishing fire rose lines on her small breasts. He moved his foot up, and hooked the chain, tugging on it and pulling pressure to her increasingly sensitive nipples, just so he could whip them more. "You're a stupid girl, you can't make your own decisions. You need to be directed, Little One. Fasten the chain, close the lock. Now." It was worse, so much worse, than the day before. It was burning me through and through. The tugging on the chain, the tugging on my nipples. And the whacks of the crop against my breasts, leaving them red and swollen. My fingers fidgeted with the lock, trembling, aching, and tightened it across the chain, clicking it closed. And the second it did. That small click, he let go of the chains on my nipples. I rolled onto my side and began to sob into the carpet. I was pathetic... I was so pathetic.... No comfort. No company. No solace. Isolation with her pain, with her damaged body, with her piercings fresh and raw, with the plug in her ass and the increasingly burning need to go, and the sick and unsatisfied craving for the chocolate. Alone. "That was brutal. Will she recover from that?" There was concern in my tone. "Physically... yes. But she is all but broken now, she only has not yet realized it." I leaned against the bed, like I was praying. I didn't care if I was in a diaper. There, I said it. Diaper. Fuck. I was wearing a diaper. I didn't care. I didn't care that I was wearing it. I didn't care anymore. I didn't care if I shit it. I didn't. I was in so much pain. And I couldn't stop crying. And my stomach hurt so badly. I'd already gone. Peed. But the plug.... I couldn't push it out. The pain was getting worse and worse. Maybe I was a bad sister for sleeping so well that night, when my sister suffered and ached. But how bad a sister could I be, when all this was for her? She needed this, she needed to be helped and I was helping, genuinely and honestly. When I woke up, I watched as Blue Eyes went through the door. Blue Eyes? Not Green Eyes? Maybe she was ready. "Good morning, Little One." He had a chocolate bar in his hand, colorful wrapper glistening. "I've missed you these past few days, but you decided you didn't like seeing me." Days... days? It was... five? No, six? Seven? I had lost count. I should have scratched it on the wall. I should have made a mark somewhere. Remembered. I couldn't get out of bed. I hadn't slept in 24 hours. I'd been whipped more and more. The man didn't even say anything anymore. And at night, the static... the horrible static, and all my thoughts washed away. So when I saw him, the man, I trembled and reached out for him. "P-please... t-take it off... please... hurts... so bad... please..." I hadn't eaten or drank anything in days.... "You wanted this, you denied it when I took care of you, Little One. You denied that you needed protecting altogether, and we gave you what you wanted." He sat next to the girl on the bed, she was on her tummy because it probably hurt less to lay on the welts and piercings than to rest on her behind. She reached out one hand, and he did the same, running fingers across her plastic panties and the far-too-old-by-now diaper. I was always crying. A little, a lot. It ranged. Right now it was dry sobbing. Gasping for air, but no tears. I closed my eyes tight while the cramps washed over me. Any longer, and I'd vomit. But I'd been saying that since the sun came up... "...please... please... I'm a good girl... good girl, please...." "I'm afraid I don't believe you, I think you're just telling me what you think I want to hear. You'll have to do better to convince me if you want me to think that you need to be protected, Little One. You need to want it more than anything, and to know that it's truth. Know that you're helpless." His hand rubbed the diaper through the plastic as he spoke, occasionally touching the plug as he did. "I.. I am, I promise I am..." At least, right now, I knew I was. I knew it without a doubt. I just needed to go. I would do anything, if he'd get me out of this diaper. I'd do anything not to feel this pain anymore, not to be whipped anymore. The static was still all around me. It hadn't gone away for two whole days. I had the weirdest dreams..... He reached down the back of the girl’s diaper simply, and pulled the plug from her behind in a swift motion, then pulled her onto his lap just as swiftly. From the side of the bed, he picked up the chocolate bar, and as he held her in his lap, he began to unwrap it. "You have thirty seconds to tell me that you want this life, Little One. To be protected and helpless and taken care of, and to know that other people make better choices than you. If you can convince me, you won't be whipped again. You'll be rewarded. But if you fail, even a small bit, I'll take it to mean you prefer the pain..." I was so unencumbered. The plug out of my ass... I just felt so... relieved. So free. Until I realized how badly I needed to use the bathroom. Waves of cramps washed over me like an ocean, crushing me, and I whimpered into the man's arms. I couldn't help but breathe heavily. But I didn't care. I didn't care. I just wanted to not be in pain anymore.... "I want it... this... helpless, protected, please... no more pain, no more...." "You're going to give in, and take a step you can't go back from. Nobody will ever take you seriously as an adult after this, nobody will ever believe you're not small, you'll always need protection." This step was obvious to them both ~ messing her diaper. With the chocolate unwrapped, and brought close to her lips, Natsuko had a choice to accept it, and do what was going to happen, or to fight it and take the pain. "Pain is the way back to being independent. Turn away from it, and embrace this, and you'll never be that again. Is that what you want?" He put the chocolate between my lips. A lick. And with two days without food, it was... a miracle. A fucking miracle. And so what? So I... so I mess myself? What did it matter? At least everything would stop hurting. And as soon as I thought that, as soon as the next cramp hit, I felt myself push the mess into the seat of my diaper. My diaper. That thought came naturally to me now. It danced around in my head in my dreams, and now it felt... almost normal. Almost... It was intense. Not a broken little amount, not with tears and struggle and shame. It had been six days since the girl had been allowed the bathroom proper. Six days. The diaper was soaked, and barely able to manage what was happening, but the plastic pants held up well enough. But six days of chocolate and formula and repressed angst, and Natsuko was just so calm. So serene. Eating her chocolate, pushing out more and more into her diaper as she sat on the man's lap, and he played with her hair, and told her the one simple truth of her life now. "You're a good girl, Little One." I think he was going to keep me in the diaper, but time was at a premium. He laid me back on the bed while I sucked on the third bar of chocolate. And he changed me without a single ounce of hesitation. He cleaned me off with baby wipes and put cream all over my ass. With a fresh helping of baby powder, I was taped into a new diaper. Without plastic pants. I looked at him with red cheeks, sucking softly on the chocolate bar... "Your sister would like to see you, Little One. She's been longing to take care of you these past few days, but you wanted to be alone. Would you like her to come care for you now?" The Blue Eyed man actually had a warm voice, for six feet two of muscle and shaved head intimidation. The room smelled quite badly, even from the few moments the girl was in the horrendous mess, but it wasn't unbearable. Just... plainly obvious what she'd done. "I..." I hesitated, looking down at my chest. Bare. No top. But the piercings had been taken out. The only one that stayed was the little tag on my belly button. But it was blank now. No words. Just a reminder of what it used to say. I shuddered. "Y-yes please..." The man disappeared through the door, the ominous door, and a moment later I was allowed back into the room. I was no worse for wear, but still had my arm in the cast, still covered in bruises, but now I was dressed in a skirt and blouse. I ran to the bed and crawled onto the covers, pulling my sister into my arms as best I could. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, they made me watch, they tied me up and made me watch and said you wanted it, that you wanted to be hurt..." I shook my head, burying my face into her shoulder. Curling up into Yuko. I missed Yuko so much. But she... she looked okay. I mean, not great, with the arm, but... kind of nice. I ran my fingers over her sling, the soft plaster keeping her arm in place. I wondered when she'd be able to take it off. I wondered what Dad would say... if... if we ever got out... "Don't go again, please don't go... I wanna go home, Yuko... please...." "I won't let them take you from me again, sis, I promise. I'll keep you safe." She was so different... soft, and demure, and needy in the way that insecure children were. She clung to me, and I kissed her forehead. "We'll get out of here, I promise, I'll figure out a way and we'll get out of here, and we'll be safe." And tomorrow, I would keep that promise, too. I'd orchestrate an escape plan, and I'd be her hero. Tonight, she was going to have some work done by a doctor — the one who'd put me in the cast. Keyhole surgery, a few precise shots. Just steps going forward, she wouldn't even know. I curled into my sister's arms that night. I didn't ask for a shirt. I didn't want to disobey. I didn't want to cause trouble. I just wanted to cuddle and feel important and not in pain anymore. We were given food. Both of us! And I had chocolate, but it was white chocolate. I didn't think I'd like it as much, but it was still really good! And that night, when we were lying in bed together, I fell asleep like a baby. I guess that's the consequence of not sleeping for two nights.... I didn't know what was precisely going to happen, just that my sister was given the anesthesia by the doctor and transferred onto a pair of room-service tables to bring her body up to height. Okay, so this wasn't exactly an operating theater, but it was okay. The doctor was going over the list of outcomes with the brown eyed man, the one who always brought me food. "There'll be a series of shots into particular muscles through her body to paralyze segments of muscle and make extended movement exhausting. She'll be able to walk, but will get sore and tired like a toddler over time. In addition, there'll be micro surgery done above the hip to numb a portion of the nerve pathways tied to bladder and bowel fullness — she may still get some level of warning, but very fleeting." "Do you think she'll need all that?" "She won't be consciously aware of any changes, and they'll seem natural given her new outlook on life." "Reinforcement of concepts." I nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed. 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I posted this on Reddit, but I thought i'd share it here as well... I fully support MindlesslyDiapered in this. I do have some thoughts in addition to that support. Dailymail and other british rags have been asking me since My Strange Addiction and I never went ahead with any interviews etc, mainly due to their penchant to bash transpeople. I know that they'd focus on that and weaponize it against the community, not just mention it in passing or not at all like other outlets. These offers included a free trip to London and what would have inevitably ended in an ambush interview with notorious troll Piers Morgan. I know how these outlet skew stories about any diverse behaviour, especially in regards to sex work, kink, LGBT, alternative lifestyles etc. They play off of the "normal" person seeing someone like myself and laughing, getting disgusted, getting angry, and through this we remain divided, they sell papers, maintain the status quo. I like the term SQWs, Status Quo Warriors. With that said, the thing I see people miss most in these conversations, is that when producers are contacting people to make these shows or write these articles they start with the most visible people, like Kitten, Binkie, myself, Mindless etc, but they're not going to stop there. MSA would have been made regardless of my participation, and I felt I was the best person to fit into that role, because I knew how not to embarass myself. MD knows how to not embarass herself either, which is why i've always been happy to see her rise to prominence. So to confront OP's title (the title on Reddit was "Can We All Make A Pact To Not Go On Media?") no matter how much you may huff and cross your arms, these shows are going to get made, be happy it's one of us and not some terrible person or worse, an actor they hire to be one of us. Now should we take on every article? No. Would I ever fuck with anything as conservative as DailyMail or the dozens of podcasts/YT/Radio programs that have tried to have me on and make me look like an asshole? No. Was that recent video Gummi, Koneko and I did with Anthony Padilla super chill and positive? Yeah! DailyMail gave MD a fairer shake then they'd ever give me, and now that this article is out, maybe they'll cool it for a while on the AB stuff and no harm will be done, except the often forgotten slings and arrows MD will have to face from the complete cretins in the comments of the article. I think it's fine to talk about this stuff as a community, just maybe don't come at her or anyone too hard. It's all harder than you may think, and there's always some complicated stuff going on that you may haven't thought of yet. Maybe as a community we shouldn't drag our own people like this, it's easy to sit back and criticize, but some empathy goes a long way here. I must say though, this thread is a lot more positive than when MSA came out. Some people in the community hated that and were very aggressive and cruel, especially about me being trans, but here 10 years on it's looked back on as a relatively positive representation. Basically, media is gonna put a spotlight on us like they do the furries and every other unique "lifestyle" group out there, just hope the right people are out there. And always, i've made a point to do interviews NOT as a representative of a community, but merely an individual in that community, and I think that distinction goes a long way. And as always, if you're contacted by the media and are looking for guidance, you can contact me on StayDiapered.com ~

Wait..... SallyKAT... Are you saying we have to use our imagination on this?!?!? Dang it, I HATE it when that happens!! (LOL) Ok, here's how I would have ended it..... ********************** After Pete woke up from his nap, Mrs Smith changed his wet diaper and put some juvenile styled clothes on him. "It's a nice day, Pete.. Let's take a nice walk to the park!" Mrs Smith and Pete left the house, and started the short walk to the park, with Pete waddling due to his bulky diapers. About a block down the street, Mrs Smith told Pete to wait there, while she ran back home to get the diaper bag. Mean while, some 30,000 feet above them, a Jet Blue airliner shook violently, and the left engine fell off the plane. Fortunately for the passengers, the remaining two engines allowed the plane to make a safe, emergency landing. Luck was not on Pete's side however, as the falling engines' trajectory was lined up dead-center with where Pete was standing. As Mrs Smith returned to Pete, she was only 200 feet away when the aircraft engine squished Pete into the ground, leaving only a puddle of blood, guts, and diaper fluff. Mrs Smith looked at the carnage scene before her, then glanced down at the diaper bag hanging from her shoulder, and said: "Well crap... That was a wasted trip!!" The End. ************************ There, whatcha think?? Better?

Super sorry for how long this took. A new job alongside a vicious bout of writer's block kept me from finishing this newest chapter, but I kept plodding away and thankfully I managed to finish it today. I hope you guys enjoy it! Still figuring out some ideas for this as we go as this was originally meant to just be a short story. Got a couple of balls in the air as I flesh it out. Lemme know whatcha think! Chapter 5: Maggie stood before the door to Becki’s nursery contemplating her day. To say that it had been eventful would be an understatement, and Maggie’s thoughts were occupied by the enormity of all that she had experienced today. Yet, she did not feel overwhelmed. Her heart was racing, and she felt a bit warm in the face, but it was coupled alongside this strange, new kind of confidence that she had never felt before. Or maybe it was not confidence at all, and maybe instead it was just a strange kind of satisfaction that she was receiving at all these new experiences. Her internal musings, however, were abruptly interrupted when she heard a loud noise coming from the nursery. She quickly fumbled with the door and threw it open to find Becki, diapers tugged down, splayed out over Marie’s lap. In Marie’s hand was a large, pink wooden paddle that she was easily wielding with one hand. She brought the paddle crashing down on Becki’s exposed rump that left the poor sissy squealing loudly into her gag and kicking her feet as she tried to resist the thorough spanking that the experienced nanny was delivering to her. Maggie gulped, impressed with Marie’s strength as always. She wondered if she would be as effective at administering such a punishment. The loud cracks of the paddle on Becki’s butt told her that there was some serious power behind the swings, and already Becki’s adorable behind was a lovely shade of pink as blow after blow rained down on her. “Do you...uh...need any help there, Marie?” Maggie asked. Marie looked up in surprise, not having noticed Maggie’s return as she was so focused on seeing to Becki’s punishment for all the naughtiness she had committed during the day. She smiled warmly and shook her head. “Oh no. Spanking is the easiest thing in the world honestly. Becki here is going no where until I’m done with her,” Marie said, emphasizing her point with another loud blow on Becki’s girlish butt. “We do need to get her bathed and ready for bed though. So if you wanna start up her bath then that would be great,” “Bed time so soon? It just turned 5:00 though,” Maggie said. “Naughty behavior earned her an earlier bedtime. Next time she’ll know not to act out in front of the Junior-Nannies, won’t she?” Marie asked with another smack. “MMM! MMMMPH!” came Becki’s sagelike reply as the paddle kissed against her backside over and over again. Maggie, for her part, merely set out to get her work done. She opened the door adjacent to Becki’s wardrobe and found small but serviceable bathroom. It was mostly just a sink and a large tub with no shower. Instead of a toilet, there was a larger version of a pink princess potty tucked away in the corner. Maggie chuckled to herself and wondered how often poor Becki was allowed to use it. She hummed to herself, ignoring the muffled squeals, whines, and paddle cracks as she sat out to create a bubble bath for Becki. She took some time testing the temperature of the water. She wanted it warm, but not too hot as to scald Becki’s almost surely searing bottom once she was in the tub. By the time Becki’s spanking had concluded, she had managed to get the temperature just about perfect and smiled as her fingers lightly skipped across the surface of bubbles. The crinkling behind her alerted her to Becki’s presence as the red-faced, teary-eyed sissy waddled into the bathroom holding onto Marie’s hand. “Arms up,” Marie said a bit tersely and Becki quickly shot her hands into the air, obviously not eager for anymore punishments tonight. Marie took her time removing Becki’s layered dress and pulling the various frillies and petticoats off of her, leaving her only in her ultra-thick diapers in the bathroom buffeted by the two nannies. Marie said and got down on one knee in front of Becki. Maggie was impressed once more at her height, Becki was certainly not a great comparison as she had not been a very tall boy prior to her transformation, but even still it was obvious to Maggie that Marie had to be taller than most men she knew. Marie’s harsh look softened a bit as Becki sniffled slightly past her gag, her eyes still a bit teary. Marie reached up a gently finger and wiped away a somewhat dried tear off the sissy’s cheek. “I’m not mad anymore, Becki,” she said calmly. “I know you know better now. You’ve just got to work on knowing better before a bit more often, alright? You’ve been so good lately, and nanny doesn’t want to see you ruin your track record from this point on. I think we can waive the second blue bottle tonight, okay? Now give me a hug and let’s get those diapers off for your bath,” Marie wrapped her arms around Becki and gently tugged her close, softly patting the sissy’s thickly, padded rump as she did so. Becki hugged back, blushing softly, but Maggie felt like she saw no small bit of relief in her eyes as she did. Whether it was due to a reprieve from the second blue bottle, or a genuine sense of happiness at Marie’s forgiveness Maggie did not know. Either way, soon Becki was freed from her damp diapers, Maggie could not help but again admire her lithe and smooth body, her frame was still somewhat masculine, but it was impressive how Norrisview had cultivated an aura of femininity in the former boy. Maggie shook herself from her own thoughts and assisted Becki into the warm bath. The sissy winced when her reddened behind connected with the warm water, but Maggie was grateful that it was a small reaction, and that she had managed to get the water temperature mostly correct. “Do I need to remove the gag?” Maggie asked. “We’ll leave it in for now. I let Becki brush her teeth before bed so she’ll get a few moments without it soon enough,” Marie said matter of factly. Maggie nodded and reached for a nearby sponge. She dipped it into the warm water and followed up with a lavender scented bodywash. She hummed softly as she began scrubbing Becki down. Becki, now on her best behavior, raised her arms and legs when necessary, and Maggie had little trouble properly cleaning the sissy. She noticed, however, as she scrubbed that Becki’s skin was noticeably pinker as she scrubbed. She blinked in confusion as she felt that she was not really applying too much pressure to see such pinkness. Marie noticed her confused look quickly as she surveyed the bath-time with a critical eye. “The soap we use here is special,” she offered. “It serves to clean, exfoliate, and keeps the sissies hairless. It takes a while for them to adjust to it. It stings a bit, but it leaves their skin so wonderfully smooth and supple. I’ve honestly considered grabbing some for myself at times,” Marie chuckled and Maggie smiled in acknowledgment, she looked at Becki trying to determine if her charge was uncomfortable from the stinging chemical soap, but Becki, for her part, seemed mostly ambivalent to the bath-time. Maggie supposed that she had had enough by now to be mostly use to it. “Alright, Miss Priss,” Maggie said cheerfully. “Up on all fours. Let’s go.” Becki blushed as she shifted position in the back, getting on her hands and knees to offer up her round, girlish bottom to be cleaned. “Oh...I could do this part if you want, Maggie,” said Marie suddenly. Maggie merely smiled and shook her head. “No it’s okay. Really. I’m adjusting quickly.” Marie nodded and stood back once more as Maggie began to thoroughly scrub down Becki’s more private areas. She could not help but smile as Becki quivered and squirmed as she gently scrubbed around Becki’s caged penis or when she, using a nearby rag, thoroughly cleaned Becki’s behind. She felt her own cheeks flush slightly as the quivering sissy gasped behind her gag as Maggie gently allowed her middle finger to slip inside of Becki’s surprisingly still tight anus. She had to be thorough after all… Soon enough bath-time was finished, and Maggie assisted Becki out of the tub and into a fluffy warm towel that she enveloped the sissy inside of as she began to dry her off. Marie smiled and nodded happily at the scene before her. “I gotta say. You handled that perfectly,” she said with no small amount of pride. “Most new hires have a hard time adjusting to the sheer amount of…well nudity and physical contact that comes with the job. You’re a natural though, Maggie.” Maggie laughed softly and shrugged. “What can I say? I just follow your example, Marie,” Marie laughed alongside the new nanny, but Maggie could see some bit of discomfort in her eyes as she did so, and Maggie immediately felt like she had something wrong. Regardless, once Becki was dry Marie freed her mouth from the cock-gag pacifier and allowed her to brush her teeth. The two nannies stood behind her, waiting for an opportunity to punish if Becki abused the privilege of her mouth being unstuffed for once. “We’ll get her dressed then into bed. Then I think we can both clock out for the night,” Marie said, looking a bit worn out. Maggie nodded, she did not feel tired, however, and guessed that a crash was coming soon once all the adrenaline of her first day finally wore off. It felt strange. To be so comfortable with all that happened to day, and again Maggie pondered if perhaps something was wrong with her. What kind of person goes with the flow on something so strange and depraved? Was it just the money she was going to be making? Or was it something else? “Hey Marie...” Maggie began. “Yeah, hon?” the taller woman asked. “How did your first day here go?” Maggie asked cautiously. “Did you feel...overwhelmed?” Marie looked at Maggie for a few moments before smiling softly. “Overwhelmed? Not really,” she said. “Remember I had a background as a dominatrix prior to this gig. So this wasn’t so far out of my wheelhouse. It was just...real this time. I didn’t feel overwhelmed. I felt...relieved. Like I could finally be my real self and play these games the way I wanted to play them. There wasn’t that separation anymore where I was doing this for someone else’s pleasure.” Her smile faded softly before she continued. “No I wasn’t overwhelmed. What came later was more...guilt,” she said. “Once I was alone and away from my charge...a worry that maybe something was wrong with me to enjoy it so much. To...participate in something like this.” Maggie listened to Marie’s Becki’s electric toothbrush buzzing in the background. “Did you...come to a conclusion?” she asked softly. “Yes, but it’s hard to explain,” Marie said. “It was just...there’s a feeling I had when I came back to my shift and worked with my charge. That rush that kept me going like a drug. I held onto that feeling and just went with it, and soon enough I stopped feeling guilty. All the guys brought here deserve to be here on some level, right? And it’s not like me passing up the opportunity to going to keep them from being trained. Maybe the nanny they got instead of me would be overly sadistic and cruel. It does happen after all. It’s an unsatisfying answer, but I guess I just calloused over the guilt until I didn’t really think about it anymore. We’re just providing a service to a market that already exists. The least we could do is strive to do it right,” Maggie looked at Marie, trying to understand her point of view. What she said made sense, but Maggie felt unsatisfied with her answer. Her own tumultuous emotions were warring against themselves inside of her, and she had hoped to learn the best way to settle the storm in her mind, but she supposed that what worked for Marie might not work for her. “Thanks, Marie,” Maggie said with a smile. “I appreciate it,” Marie looked troubled for a moment, but as she went to speak Becki finished with her brushing and turned to face her nannies. Marie, now distracted by whatever it was that she was about to say, immediately got to work re-gagging her charge before taking her hand and leading her back into the nursery to the changing table. Soon enough, Becki was diapered in her puffier nighttime diapers, and Maggie did her part by slipping a short, light pink camisole nightie over her head. It was surprisingly simple garment for bedtime, but the shortness of the nightie put Becki’s giant padded butt on clear display. The nannies worked together in securing their charge into the crib, working her into the proper restraints before finally tucking her in for the night. Marie bent down to deliver a quick peck on the cheek to Becki before she left, and Maggie could not help but reciprocate by delivering a swift, gentle kiss to her other cheek before the two finally exited the nursery and flipped off the light. Maggie and Marie chatted in the dressing room as they both removed their uniforms and donned their clothes, Maggie back in her formal, business attire while Marie opted for a much more casual yellow t-shirt adorned with the phrase ‘Riot Grrrl’ in bright red lettering and a pair of jeans. Maggie felt silly as she stood next to her. “I feel a bit overdressed,” Maggie said with a laugh. Marie just chuckled to herself as the two turned in their keys to the front desk and exited out the nondescript doors into the cool night air. Maggie sighed in relief, enjoying the breeze against her face. All day without any windows was a bit stressful, and she wondered how long it would take to get use to being somewhat underground all day. Maggie and Marie shared a quick hug as they both departed for their respective vehicles. Maggie sat in her car, stretching slightly as her mind drifted through the thoughts of the day. Each experience bringing color to her cheeks and a soft smile to her lips. When she caught a glimpse of her flushed, smiling face in the rearview mirror, however, she was instantly struck with pangs of guilt that stabbed at her from the inside. She knew she was crazy to keep going along with this insane facility and yet… “Boo!” came the sudden cry next to her open window as Abigail appeared suddenly. Maggie squealed loudly and smacked at her friend’s arm as she managed to get her composure. “Not funny, Abby! Jeez!” she said, flustered. Abigail merely chuckled. “Sorry, sorry. You just looked so serious. I couldn’t resist.” Maggie grumbled to herself and looked surprised as Abigail suddenly hopped into the passenger seat. Abigail saw the look of confusion and merely smiled. “Gloria is having her birthday party tonight, remember? At the Italian place? We’re perfectly fashionably late at this point. We can’t miss it,” she said playfully. Maggie blinked, shocked at herself at forgetting their friend’s party. The two quickly sped away in Maggie’s simple Honda towards the overly fancy Italian restaurant that her friend had selected as the spot for her twenty-fourth birthday. As they drove Maggie’s mind wandered a bit. The questions she had wanted to ask Abigail earlier returned, and as they approached the parking lot she found that she could not contain them any longer. “Abby. Hey, wait up a second. I wanted to ask...was there some kind of problem with the nanny before me? I’ve been getting a weird feeling,” she asked. Abigail thought for a moment. “Oh. You mean Allison? Yeah there was some kind of problem. She broke company policy and actually got fired I heard. Nannies and other employees pretty much never get fired, so I have no idea what it was that she did. Must have been something pretty serious,” she said as they walked together. “Well. I had heard that ole Norris made up her mind then to put a hiring freeze on the incoming nannies, and a lot of us thought that they weren’t going to be hiring anyone from outside the company and it’s associates. I was pretty bummed since I was scouting you for the spot, but we had to wait. Then bout a month back, Norris puts out the call that we’re accepting nannies again and asks for potential candidates. No idea what it was about your resume that impressed her, but you were the only one who was brought in among that batch.” Maggie nodded, not truly following as she followed her friend into the restaurant. She was even more confused now as the two made their way to the huge table where all their friends were. She smiled as she saw Gloria and waved ecstatically. Gloria was one of her oldest friends, and also happened to be fabulously wealthy thanks to her family. Many of Gloria’s friends rubbed Maggie the wrong way, she had always been protective of the overly naive, overly sheltered girl and potential suitors and fake friends were things she had to chase away before. “Maggie! Abby!” the petite brunette cried as she ran to meet them at the water fountain, jumping up to wrap both of them in a large embrace. “I’m so glad you are bot here! We ordered without you, but I can call the waiter back without any trouble I’m sure,” Maggie smiled at Gloria’s bubbly nature, when they first met she had assumed that Gloria would just be another spoiled rich girl, but it did not take long for her to realize just how wonderfully kind, and lonely, that she really was. “Happy birthday, Gloria,” she said, squeezing her back in a tight hug as she let the smaller girl drop back down. The three of them were soon seated back at the main table as Abby and Maggie both began digging into the leftover breadsticks while they waited to place their order. Gloria sat in the center of the table in front of the two of them and smiled warmly as they stuffed their faces. “So what have you two been doing today anyway?” Gloria asked suddenly. “Whatcha mean?” Maggie asked, munching on a breadstick. “Well...you both smell like baby powder,” she said with a confused look. Maggie felt her cheeks flush slightly while Abigail merely snorted to herself. Maggie laughed lightly and reached over for her wine. “Oh. Well Abby here got me a babysitting job,” she said before taking a long sip of her red wine.

Chapter 4: A few minutes later, Maggie retrieved the blue bottle from the warmer, and gingerly held it in her hands as Marie helped Becki get situated in an oversized highchair in the corner of the nursery. “Normally I’d test the temperature on my arm, but ummm...” Maggie said hesistantly. Marie snorted a bit as she bound Becki’s mittened hands to the side restraints of the highchair before affixing the tray. She playfully smacked Maggie on her shoulder as she approached, and then reached behind Becki’s head to undo the clasps of her pacifier gag. “Alright, Lil Miss. Time for your lunch,” she said in a sing-song manner as she pulled the pacifier gag free, only then to softly push the phallic part of the gag back into her mouth. Becki gagged softly as Marie gently pushed and pulled the pacifier gag in and out of her mouth repeatedly. “Is our little sissy ready to drink up her cummies? I certainly hope so. Maybe think next time before you act up, Lil girl.” Finally Marie pulled the gag completely free, but quickly replaced it with the teat of the blue bottle. Marie held it steady for Becki so that she could nurse hands-free. Maggie watched as Becki slowly suckled on the bottle, her face twisting and scrunching up at the obviously foul taste. “Some first day, huh?” Marie asked, willfully ignoring Becki’s plight as she suckled on the bottle. “I’d say so yeah,” Maggie said with a slight laugh. “It’s been fun though, right?” Marie asked slightly hesitantly. “You’re enjoying it?” Maggie looked up at Marie, and pondered over the scene she saw. She saw Marie, with her powerful build, strict countenance, and intimidating uniform exercising the power she had over Becki a diapered, trained, sissified captive who was currently being forced to literally drink her own milkings. Maggie felt that warm rush flow through her once more at witnessing the scene. That same addictive feeling that she prayed she would never grow use to. “Oh yeah,” Maggie said with a bashful smile. “It’s been very fun.” The two nannies spent some time just chatting then while Becki finished up her bottle. Maggie’s eyes would occasionally drift over to the bound sissy and contemplate her fate. She felt a bit bad having been involved in Becki’s punishment, a twinge of guilt that if she had just known where she was going beforehand then Becki might not have to endure her various punishments tonight. She could not deny, however, that the sight of Becki being punished did give her that all to familiar rush. Had Abigail noticed it before? Maybe Abigail had seen the dominant side of herself that she had been repressing, and that was what had given her the idea to extend the job offer. “Oh hey. Can you check Becki’s diaper real quick?” Marie asked suddenly. “She’s almost done with the bottle, and I wanna know if we should go ahead and change her,” Maggie blinked away her own internal thoughts as she nodded happily and reached underneath Becki’s frilly skirts to squeeze her thick padding. She enjoyed the way the diaper crinkled in her hands, and could not keep from squeezing and rubbing a few times to watch Becki squirm slightly. “A lil damp, but honestly I think she’s good for a few more wettings with a diaper that thick,” Maggie said confidently. Marie never questioned her. She simply nodded and carried on with the feeding. It made Maggie smile to herself that Marie trusted her judgment so much even though she was so inexperienced. She felt herself wanting to become every bit the confident, strict nanny that Marie already was. She’d redouble her efforts tomorrow with Becki’s training and learn as much as she possibly could. Minutes later, the blue bottle was finally tugged from Becki’s lips now that it was empty. Marie reached up with a damp cloth to wipe off Becki’s lips and face before handing the pacifier gag over to Maggie. “Go ahead,” she said. Maggie smiled and pressed the tip of the gag against Becki’s lips. “Open up, cutie,” she said playfully and then slowly pushed the gag deep into Becki’s mouth before refastening the clasps and restraints at the back of her head. “You know. It’s gotta be frustrating being gagged all the time like that,” Maggie said aloud once Becki’s had been perfectly put in place. “Oh yeah,” Marie agreed. “Though I hear that most sissies aren’t gagged twenty-four seven once they are in their homes. I imagine that their Mommies or Daddies like to keep them extra pent up and restricted during training so that they appreciate the freedoms they have at home,” “I guess that makes sense,” Maggie said. “So how many sissies have you trained anyway?” Marie was busy unshackling Becki from her restraints as she heard the question. She helped Becki back onto the plush carpet of the nursery and guided her waddling steps over to her playpen. Once Becki was seated and the playpen sealed she turned to Maggie. “Becki here is my fourth charge,” she said proudly. Maggie nodded, amazed at Marie’s expertise. A thought occurred to her, however, that embedded itself into her mind and refused to be dislodged. “Do you...ever get attached?” she asked. “Like...do you miss them when you have to send them away to their new homes?” Marie stopped in her tracks and turned to Maggie with a strange look on her face. It was silent for a few moments and only the crinkles of Becki’s diapers could be heard in the nursery. Then Marie smiled to Maggie, a soft, sad smile. “You...always run the risk of getting attached,” she said somewhat softly. “Some more than others,” Maggie nodded, not knowing what to say. She was worried she had touched upon something that should have remained untouched, and felt ashamed. The next few minutes were awkward as the two nannies spent some time sprucing up the nursery. Marie was smiling and humming as usual, but Maggie still felt strangely guilty and wondered how best to clear the air. “So I uh-” she began. A loud voice, tinged with interference rang out over the nursery. All three occupants jumped at the sudden jarring sound. “Junior-Nanny Margaret Owens. Please report to the office of the Headmistress,” the voice said plainly. Maggie blinked a few times, not use to hearing her own name on an intercom system since she was last in highschool. She looked to Marie who only looked pale and slightly nervous. “I...I guess I’ll be back shortly,” Maggie said without confidence. Marie nodded and gave her some quick pointers to Sophia’s office. With her guidance, it did not take long before she found herself standing outside of the office of the Headmistress. Her heart was pounding, and the back of her throat felt dry. She was not entirely sure why she was so worried. Maybe it had been the strange look on Marie’s face that had done it. That worrisome look and the strangeness of her eyes that had sent a signal to Maggie’s brain that she should be worried. She gulped twice, trying to clear her throat before gently knocking on the large, oak door. “Come in,” she heard Sophia say. Maggie hesitantly opened the door and stepped inside. The office itself was large, somewhat dimly lit, and reminded Marie of the Dean’s office of a college. In contrast to both the clinical look of the corridors and the whimsical look of the nurseries, Sophia’s office was a grandiose mix of mahogany tables, leather furniture, bookcases, and tasteful, expensive looking rug that dominated much of the floor. Everything in the room screamed expensive, luxury, and high stature that left Maggie off balance and feeling out of place. “Ahem,” Sophia’s voice called out rather dramatically. “Please have a seat, dear,” Maggie turned and saw the older woman now, behind a large desk adorned simply with lamp and a considerable amount of paperwork. Maggie wasted little time in sitting down in the chair opposite of Sophia. It was a comfortable, plush leather chair, and Maggie felt herself sink slightly into it. It felt strangely restrictive. Sophia stared at her for a few moments before a soft smile adorned her face. Sophia snapped her fingers and immediately Maggie heard an all too familiar crinkling sound behind her. She turned to see a well-diapered sissy dressed up as a stereotypical french maid waddling and sashaying her way to Maggie. The sissy’s arms were bound in an armbinder behind her, but a tray of various treats and pastries was affixed to harness attached to a large leather collar. The sissy carefully positioned herself next to Maggie so that the treats were in reach. “Please take one,” Sophia said warmly. Maggie, not knowing what else to do, simply reached over and grabbed a small plate with a frosted slice of cake. She grabbed a fork from the tray, amazed at the sissy’s poise to remain so still and keep all the contents from sliding or spilling off. Sophia waved her hand dismissively once Maggie had made her choice and the sissy merely took waddling, simpering steps back to her station in the corner of the office. Maggie nibbled on the cake, her stomach churning nervously as Sophia sipped from a cup of steaming tea. “Forgive the abruptness of all this, Maggie,” Sophia said. “I simply wanted to touch base with you sooner than I thought.” Maggie nodded, hoping that frosting was not currently on her lips as she began to speak. “Oh it’s okay! I was just helping Marie in the nursery was all,” Sophia nodded. “And how do you feel about your first day?” “Oh...umm..I’ve really enjoyed it so far,” Maggie said. “It was a big shock to the system, but I’ve felt...strangely alright.” “Strangely?” Sophia asked, her interest piqued. “Why do you think it’s strange?” Maggie looked surprised. She felt that it was obvious why everything here would be strange to the uninitiated. She licked her lips nervously before she continued. “Oh just...I dunno. I never had any experience with stuff like this before,” she said. “Seeing all the sissies and their treatment...it was just a big shock, but I feel like I’ve acclimated pretty quickly,” “Quickly indeed.” Sophia said. “It’s interesting how easily you’ve adjusted to things despite having no background in domination or any known fetish community,” Maggie gulped, not sure where the questioning was going. “I...I don’t really know what to say, ma’am. I just...seeing the way Marie was handling Becki...it felt good,” Maggie said bashfully. “It was like there was this warmth in my stomach or my chest every time I saw Becki’s big diapered butt...or watched her milking...my legs felt shaky, but everything else felt tight and strong. I don’t know what it was...it was just..just...” “Ah...I see now,” Sophia said, a smile on her face. “A repressed dominant. Abigail had mentioned to me that she felt you had the makings of a Nanny in you. I was skeptical...and I admit I still am somewhat. That being said, I believe in giving everyone a chance,” “Thank you, ma’am,” Maggie said. “I appreciate the opportunity...” Sophia smiled, her eyes locked on Maggie the entire time. She blinked rarely, and the dim lighting of the room gave her an overall ominous look. Maggie’s heart was a flutter with nerves as she sat there under the older woman’s stern gaze. Suddenly there was a loud thump to Maggie right that made her jump and nearly squeal with surprise. To the right was a simple door near the library-like bookcase that Maggie had not noticed. Sophia turned, as if expecting the noise and sighed. “Ah...she simply can’t keep herself from acting up it seems,” Sophia said. “Maggie would you please go retrieve my pet for me?” Maggie, confused, merely nodded and stood up. She cast a glance to the sissy maid in the corner, wondering why Sophia had the maid and apparently a second sissy behind the door. Maggie opened the door cautiously and found not a nursery, but a dungeon. The room was adorned with various implements of bondage and BDSM play. Restraints, gags, paddles, sawhorses, stockades, and others that Maggie did not even know were all over the dark room. In the center of the room was what Maggie assumed was a playpen, but was more like a large cage with both a top and bottom to it, completely sealing in the occupant. The sissy was not dressed at all like the others that Maggie had seen. Instead she was adorned mostly in leather restraints. Her face was obscured by a tight mask that completely covered most of her face, leaving only her nostrils and mouth visible. The sissy’s mouth was occupied by a gag like all the others, but hers was different. It did not seem to be a pacifier, but more a large O-Ring gag that kept the sissy’s mouth permanently open, only now though it was plugged by some kind of vaguely pacifier shaped plunger. Her arms were bound in a tight armbinder behind her back. There were no frills or lace on the outfit, just a tight BDSM gear made up of tight latex and leather that squeaked and creaked as the poor creature moved about. A very large diaper was the only part of the outfit that Maggie felt was familiar, and the scene unsettled her strangely as she looked at the writhing prisoner. As Maggie approached the cage and began unshackling the locks, the prisoner immediately began to thrash and sputter around her gag. She was impressively feminine, even moreso than the others that Maggie had seen. She was small of frame, with slender shoulders, and a smaller waist that stood out more against the tightness of her outfit. Maggie could even swore she saw a bust underneath all the restraints and locks. “MMM! MMMMPHHH!!!!” the prisoner wailed, thrashing as Maggie tried her best to affix the leash to her collar. This one was not trained like Becki, she resisted as much as possible as Maggie finally managed to clasp the leash onto her. “A-alright, missy,” Maggie said without confidence. “Stand up. Time to march,” The sissy yanked and pulled against the leash as Maggie did her best to tug against the leash and thrashed against Maggie with as much as force as her bound form would allow. “She’s being fussy, I take it?” came Sophia’s calm voice. “Yes, ma’am! I’m s-sorry. I’m having some trouble,” Maggie said desperately. “I’ll fix that. Don’t you worry,” Sophia said ominously. Maggie had no idea what Sophia meant until suddenly the sissy froze, shivering hard and gasping into her gag as if there were an electrical current running through her body. For a moment, Maggie panicked and worried that just might be the case until she heard a loud buzzing sound coming from the prisoner’s diaper. She blushed, now knowing what Sophia had just switched on and continued to tug the sissy into the office. She was relieved when she finally gave up the reins to Sophia. Sophia, for her part, merely smiled and pulled the struggling prisoner onto her lap as easily as she might a kitten. “Someone’s cranky today, isn’t she?” Sophia asked, planting her mouth close to the prisoner’s ear. “I think we’ll have to punish her even more now, won’t we?” “MMM! MMRRRRPH!!” the prisoner replied helplessly. Sophia merely began to bounce the bound sissy on her knee, making sure it was placed squarely between her legs so that the bouncing stimulated her diapered crotch. The bound sissy sputtered and groaned into her gag, writhing as Sophia turned to speak to Maggie. “Now then,” she said, speaking just above the muffled moans of the occupant of her lap. “I think we’re done here for now, Maggie,” Maggie could not hide her confusion. She felt as if nothing had actually been accomplished or explained, and she worried that she might have made a poor impression for her inability to control the untrained sissy. Was that it? Had it all been a test that she had failed? Worry surged up from her chest, and her face sank as she faced Sophia. Maggie stood up slowly, unsure what to say or do. Sophia had slipped her hand into the diaper of the prisoner, who was now thrashing even more as Sophia’s hand crept about doing who knows what, and Maggie sighed despondently as she finally turned to leave. “You’ve done well today, Maggie,” Sophia said, never stopping her torment of the restrained slave. “I’m glad we’ve had this chat,” Maggie blinked, unsure what to make the words. They were...praise? But what had she done? Marie had handled most of the care of Becki, and Maggie did a terrible job handling the untrained charge. Was there something else going on? Something she had not noticed? Maybe it had been a test, one that she had...passed? “T-thank you, ma’am,” she said cautiously. “I really appreciate it coming from you,” Sophia merely nodded and returned to tormenting the slave on her lap as Maggie finally left the office. She was confused but pleased. Whatever that had been, it seemed to have gone well? She still was not sure, and she wondered why the heavily bound sissy had given her such a strange feeling. One that she never felt around Becki or the other sissies at Norrisview. She returned the nursery, cautiously optimistic about her future, but with a mind full of new worries and small doubts.

Hi all! New post. I hope you like it. I'm not loving this one, as I got stuck in several spots. I might do some editing later. We'll see. Chapter 3: Maggie pulled the diapered sissy along as she walked down the hallway. The Norrisview facility, however, ended up proving to be far larger than she originally anticipated, and she found herself quickly looking for some kind of guidance. “What I wouldn’t give for one of those ‘You Are Here’ signs like the mall,” she said to no one in particular as she gripped Becki’s mittened hand tightly. “I doubt you have any advice do you?” “Mmmmph….” came Becki’s annoyed reply. “Right, right. Gagged. Well...make noises or something to help guide me where I need to be,” she said as she moved down a hallway. The hallway itself was adorned with doors upon doors, which Maggie assumed were nurseries made for housing more sissies, if they weren’t already. Her heels clicked on the tile floor as she moved forward, mingling with the loud crinkling of Becki’s diapers as she toddled behind to the best of her ability. “That sound must get old quickly, huh?” she asked playfully while patting Becki’s thickly padded crotch. Becki only nodded in response and sighed into her pacifier. Maggie paid her little mind and focused more trying to interpret the signs she occasionally saw. The problem, however, was that the signs were more focused on where she was rather than directing her to where she needed to go. “Hope you don’t get in trouble if I make you late for your lessons. I’ll explain the situation if you do so don’t worry,” Maggie said with a smile as she gave Becki’s hand a slight squeeze. Becki nodded gratefully and blushed softly, she did, in fact, know where the classroom was, but had chosen not to say anything when Maggie pulled her down the wrong hallway. Currently, however, she was as lost as Maggie and the additional time spent trying to find the classroom meant that maybe she could avoid some of the more annoying parts or even miss altogether. So Becki remained quiet and unhelpful, occasionally taking discreet sucks on her pacifier when she felt that Maggie was not looking. Eventually the duo passed by a room that neither of them were familiar with. The door was different in that it was more reminiscent of a hospital door, with no handle or doorknob to speak of. Past the fiberglass frame, Maggie could hear a low buzzing noise and occasional squeals. She pressed her hand against the door and pushed it open slowly. Inside, she found what appeared to be a clinic. Nurses, both male and female, wandered the large room tending to bound sissies in various states of undress. In the corner, one of the poor things was strapped down to a bench that forced her into a bent position. Her exposed, diaperless rump was being worked on carefully by a casually dressed woman with purple hair who was carefully applying some kind of tattoo with a large tattoo gun. “Are you checking your sissy in with us, Miss?” one of the nurses suddenly asked. Maggie jumped in surprise as she turned to look at the professionally dressed woman. She was dressed surprisingly plainly, like the rest of the nurses. Only light blue scrubs and a personalized nametag that read “Gloria” under laminated plastic. “Oh no...I um...well I just got a little bit turned around. I’m trying to get Becki here to her classroom for lessons today, and I think I’m lost,” Maggie said bashfully. “I see,” the nurse said with a calming smile. “It’s easy to get turned around in the facility when you’re not use to it. Just have a seat, and I’ll call one of the nurses to help to guide you,” Maggie thanked the woman profusely as she tugged Becki over to a seating area. Unable to help herself, she tugged Becki into her lap and squeezed her close while wrapping her arms around the sissy’s waist. Becki was so shockingly submissive and compliant that Maggie simply could not resist, and she smiled to herself as she squeezed the sissy close. “You smell like baby powder, Princess,” she whispered teasingly. Becki blushed and squirmed softly, trying to find a comfortable place on Maggie’s lap for her gargantuan padded behind. The squeals of the bound sissy enduring her tattoo caught Becki’s attention and she could not help but watch as the poor thing was slowly worked on. From this angle, Becki could even make out what the tattoo was. It was a simple affair, right on the lower back in a position that Becki, when she was still Charles, might have referred to as a tramp stamp. The sissy’s soon-to-be owner definitely might have called it that as the poor thing now had “Daddy’s Anal Slut” permanently stamped onto her lower back. “W-wow...” Maggie said nervously as she looked at the scene. “Best hope you don’t get sent here, huh?” Maggie meant it to be, the scene was disturbing to her. She squeezed Becki close in a strangely protective way and rested her head on Becki’s shoulder. She hoped that Becki’s Mommy would not be as cruel as that sissy’s owner. Or at least would get something much more tasteful than a tramp stamp. Several minutes went by until finally a fair-haired young man in scrubs arrived and greeted Becki with a warm smile. “Hello, miss,” he said politely. “I was told to help guide you to the classroom area. Please follow me,” Becki smiled at the polite young man and rose off her chair. She tugged Becki along gently and the two followed after him as he lead the way. Maggie was surprised to see men working at Norrisview, there was always this air of female dominance that pervaded the facility so much, that the idea of seeing a non-submissive man was a bit of a shock. “I didn’t expect to see many men working here,” Maggie said out loud as she followed behind. The young man, to her surprise, blushed and stammered slightly. “W-well...you know. It’s rare, but it does happen from time to time...” Maggie smiled at the boy’s bashfulness, but her eyes were immediately drawn down to the trousers of the scrubs. There was no mistaking it, the young man was walking with a noticeable waddle, and Maggie could hear the tell-tale crinkle of thick diapers underneath. The young man followed her gaze downward and his face quickly flushed like a tomato. “I...I can explain...” Maggie said nothing. She merely looked up, confused, at the boy as he began to try and compose himself. “I...I...my Mommy allowed me the opportunity to work on the weekends as a nurse,” he said, eyes cast downward. “You’re a sissy? Just like Becki?” Maggie asked surprised. “Y-yes ma’am,” he said bashfully. “I spend the week in my nursery and weekends in the clinic...” “I...I’m surprised they allow one of their sissies such freedoms,” Maggie said. “I can’t imagine Becki here waddling around in boy clothes,” “Mmmrrph...” Becki replied angrily. “It...it happens sometimes. Good behavior earns rewards in Norrisview,” he said with a small, blushing smile. “And my Mommy is a hospital director here in town. She knew I was attending college to be a nurse. So as a reward for good behavior, I get to be trained as a nurse on the weekends. I think it helps that scrubs are technically gender-neutral clothing,” he said with a warm laugh. Maggie nodded, surprised but strangely delighted. “Well then. I’d say you’re one lucky sissy then to have such an accommodating Mommy,” she said. “What’s your name, sweetie?” “It’s Susie now ma’am...” he said with a bright blush. “I-I’m not allowed to use my original name anymore,” Maggie smile and placed a hand on Susie’s shoulder. “Well Susie. You’ve been extremely helpful to me and Becki today. I’ll be sure to pass along what a good girl you’ve been to your nanny if I happen to see her in the future, Susie beamed, his white teeth contrasting against his reddened cheeks. “I...I would appreciate it, ma’am,” he said. “And this I believe is your stop. Thank you for your kind words...” Maggie smiled as Susie waddled away, looking adorable even when not in one of his precious outfits. Her eyes turned back to Becki and she reached down to plant a gentle kiss on the sissy’s cheek. “Don’t worry, cutie,” she said smiling. “You’re still my favorite,” With that said, she gave Becki a firm pat on her diapered rump and sent her waddling into the classroom. She followed behind and offered up an excuse as to why Becki was almost twenty minutes late for class. The teacher was understanding, and only playfully scolded Maggie instead of Becki which earned a few muffled giggles from the sissies sitting down on the carpet waiting for their lessons to continue. Maggie waved goodbye to Becki as she exited the classroom. She peaked an eye into the window and watched as Becki took her seat at the back of the crowd and began listening to whatever it was the teacher was explaining. She wondered what it was… “That would be General Obedience, I think,” a firm voice said behind her, and Maggie whirled in surprise to see a tall, prim woman smiling at her. The woman was older, around mid-forties if Maggie had to guess, and had a strong air of authority around her. She was not dressed as a nanny, instead she wore a simple dark grey blouse accompanied by a longer skirt and heels. Her hair was done up in a tight bun, and minimal makeup adorned her face with calm, green eyes under her glasses. She was strangely plain, and yet bore this air of power that immediately arrested Maggie. “I...I’m sorry?” she asked nervously. The woman smiled. “I could tell you were wondering what they were doing. That’s one of our obedience courses. It’s specially designed to help encourage good behavior and incentivize it in our sissies. Not all of them take to it, of course, but even making the disobedient ones sit through it helps reinforce behavior,” she said with a confident smile. “I see...that does make sense,” Maggie said, not truly understanding. “Your uniform tells me you’re new here. No name tag either. Could I get your name, please?” the woman asked calmly. “Margaret Owens. I just started today,” she said, trying to sound like she belonged here. “Oh yes. I remember now. Abigail recommended you to me. She seemed quite confident you’d fit right in,” the woman said. “Oh...a-are you the uh...” Maggie said, searching for the right words. “I’m the Headmistress, yes,” she said warmly and extended a hand. “Sophia Norris. I am the owner and founder of Norrisview Nursery. At your service, Maggie,” Maggie blinked and nodded her head nervously. This woman was effective her boss! She smiled as she extended her hand and shook it eagerly. “I-It’s very nice to meet you, ma’am! I’m honored to be given the opportunity to work here,” “As you should be,” Sophia said confidently. “Norrisview is a prestigious place both for our clients, nannies, and our charges. Everyone who walks through these halls is assured the highest quality service. I make sure of it,” The woman eyed Maggie carefully, and Maggie felt herself shrinking under her powerful gaze. Of course this would be the woman to start something like Norrisview, and Maggie wondered what her history with this place was exactly. She imagined it would be quite the story. “We need to get you a name tag,” Sophia said suddenly. “I’m heading back to my office now. I’ll call ahead once I am there and have you a name tag prepped for when you leave,” “That would be very kind of you, ma’am,” Maggie said happily. “I’d greatly appreciate it,” Sophia nodded and turned to head back down the hallway, her heels clicking loudly on the tile floor as she did so. Maggie breathed a sigh of relief as she departed, happy that she had not made some kind of fool of herself in front of her employer. “Oh my gosh you actually made it!” came a squealing voice as Maggie was suddenly engulfed in a huge, tight hug. Marie was squeezing her tight and lifting her off the ground with her prodigious strength. Maggie felt the air leaving her lungs, and she kicked her legs helplessly as Marie squeezed her. “M-Marie please...” she said helplessly. “Oh! Sorry!” Marie said chuckling as she deposited Maggie back on the ground and gave her a friendly pat on the back. “Got carried away, but I was nervous you’d gotten lost! I’ve been running up the hallways trying to find you,” “Well...” Maggie started bashfully. “I honestly did get kinda lost. Took me a while to get Becki to her class, but the clinic offered some guidance,” Marie nodded. “Well being a little late won’t hurt her,” she said warmly. “Sorry. I should have taken her myself or at least told you where it was. We haven’t had any new hands on in a while since...” Marie stopped suddenly, as if realizing she was about to say something that she should not. “W-Well it all worked out! No harm, no foul,” Maggie nodded smiling, wondering what Marie had stopped herself from saying. “Do you need some help back in Becki’s nursery?” she asked, hoping to change the subject and dispel the awkwardness from the air. “Oh yeah I do. I finished stocking Becki’s diapers for the week, but you could help me clean and check the other supplies,” she said happily. “I’d be happy to,” Maggie said as the two set out back towards the nursery together. “Oh...I ran into Miss Norris earlier,” “Oh wow. Rare to see her in the hallways when she’s here,” Marie said, impressed. “She usually sticks to her main office. Hope you didn’t get chewed out or anything. She can be quite the taskmaster,” Maggie shook her head. “Oh no. She was actually very nice. Intimidating though like you said,” she said with a small laugh as the two entered the nursery together. “Oh...” Marie said, looking confused. “Well...that’s good! I’m glad she was nice to you,” Maggie was busy checking the supplies in the cabinets. “Were you expecting that she wouldn’t be?” she asked, confused. “Oh and we need to get some more lube,” “Lube is important for sure! Can’t properly stuff Becki’s butt without lots of lube,” she said, quickly. “I’m gonna go grab some from storage. Wait right here, Maggie!” “Marie wait I-” Maggie said, but Marie had already scurried from the room as she was speaking, and Maggie sighed in frustration. Maggie stood alone in the nursery, wondering now what to do. She walked around, idly checking on a few things here and there, but not really working on anything specific. She could tell that Marie was hiding something, but she wondered what it might be. She looked up at the clock. Becki would still be in class for another hour, and Marie was out of the room for who knows how long. “Heeeey you!”came a loud, sing-song cry at the door. Maggie turned in surprise to see Abigail waiting for her, all smiles. “Abby!” Maggie said happily at seeing her best friend. “What are you doing here? I thought you had to milk the twins?” “Nah,” she said deviously. “Like I said, those two handle each other. When I left those two were blowing each other pretty vigorously. They both knew that if I come back and don’t see two cum filled mouths then there will be hell to pay,” Maggie blushed brightly at the ease in which Abigail described her milking method with her two sissies. She coughed slightly, and looked away. Abigail only laughed in response. “You’ll lose that shyness after a few weeks. Trust me,” she said with a wink. “Soon you’ll be shocked at the things you make Becki do. And your future charge,” “I-I guess so...” she said. “Hey Abigail can I ask you a question?” “Oh sure,” she said happily. “Anything, hon,” “Marie’s been acting a bit weird,” Maggie began. “She seemed weirded out that I met with Miss Norris and kinda-sorta indicated something happened before I was hired. Do you know anything?” Abigail’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh yeah. I can see why she might be acting a bit strangely,” she said. “Well...there was a bit of an incident with the last nanny who worked here before you. You see-” “And I’m back!” Marie said loudly as she barged back into the room. “Armed with plenty of lube for our anal loving-Oh! Abigail..” “Hey Marie!” Abigail said, not missing a beat. “I was just saying hey to Maggie while I had a few moments. Sorry to barge in,” Marie smiled as she marched over to the cabinet to restock. “Nothing to apologize for, silly! It’s always good seeing one of my co-workers, and especially a friend of Maggie’s,” Abigail and Marie made light smalltalk for a few minutes before Abigail dismissed herself back to her own nursery and charges. Maggie decided not to press Marie too much on what she was acting strange about, and merely pressed on with her nanny duties in the nursery. “Oh, Maggie. Would you please prep one of the blue bottles for Becki’s lunch, please?” Marie said suddenly. “Oh yeah, sure...wait. Aren’t those the...” she said, confused. “Oh yes they are,” Marie said. “Becki should have known where she should have been going and I can only assume that she intentionally allowed you to get lost. That means a blue bottle for lunch and dinner tonight plus a spanking before bed,” Maggie nodded. It had crossed her mind that Becki might have been keeping directions from her, but had not thought actually press her on it. “T-that’s some punishment for a single infraction,” Maggie said as she opened the fridge to retrieve one of the blue bottles. “Swift punishment for wrongdoings helps reinforce good behavior,” Marie said in a matter of fact tone of voice. “And besides, she’s been here long enough to know not to pull those kinds of tricks,” Maggie just nodded again as she placed the bottle in the warmer and turned it on. She felt a bit bad prepping her punishment, but she wondered why. She was delighted in helping during Becki’s milking, but that was different than a punishment. It was humiliating, yes, but also necessary. She was also pretty sure that Becki did not hate her milkings as much as she let on. Maybe she was too easily swayed by Becki’s cuteness to be harsh with her. She still had to much to learn when it came to looking after a sissy, and even more about Norrisview itself. She’d text Abigail tonight when they were both off work, and maybe then she’d get to the bottom of what had happened before she started.

As promised! Here is chapter 2. I had originally not planned to do much more than a short story so as to set up Norrisview as a setting while I waited for a longform kind of idea to come to me, but Mommy has insisted I keep going, and I always aim to please. I hope things aren't too rough. I'm kinda slowly expanding the setting a bit as I write, and I hope it isn't too dull. Please let me know what you think! I hope folks enjoy it. Chapter 2: Maggie and Marie both sat in the cafeteria, and Maggie took the time to admire everything around her. It reminded her more of her college campus dining hall than some bleak high-school eating area. The tables were neat with gingham tablecloths adorning each one, and the chairs were comfortable. All sorts of different stations littered the cafeteria and behind each one was a different assortment of food, all of which looked appetizing. For her part, Maggie had gone with a fresh chicken and goat cheese salad, while Marie hungrily bit into some an impressively sized burger with few fixings or condiments. Marie had commented that she always enjoyed the purity of her food, and never liked to overly mask things with unnecessary additions. Maggie looked around the hall and saw other nannies who gleefully waved to her or smiled. Everyone seemed so excited to have another new nanny on the team, and Maggie felt proud to be a part of the team, despite the weirdness she had seen and what she now knew would be expected of her. Her cheeks still flushed imagining Becki stuck in her nursery, enduring the relentless pounding of the dildo over and over again. She licked her lips a bit in anticipation of returning to see it again when she noticed Marie was looking at her and smiling. “It’s fun, right?” Marie asked, wiping her mouth on a napkin. “Once you get past the weirdness of it and just...accept it, it’s a total rush, isn’t it?” Maggie grinned despite herself. “It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Felt like a drug or something was lighting me on fire in the inside. Thought I’d fall over cause my knees were shaking so much,” she said with a bashful laugh. “And that’s why you’ll do well here. Not everyone selected can be a Norrisview Nanny. Applicants need that...special something that people like you and me have, Maggie. I could tell immediately when you started asking questions instead of just freaking out that you were gonna do great,” she said proudly. Maggie felt her cheeks flush slightly with pride at Marie’s words. She still was not sure if she would make as effective a nanny as someone like Marie, but she was eager to learn and get herself ready for her own charge one day. The rest of the meal was mostly spent on idle smalltalk, Maggie learned a bit more about Marie and how she ended up here. Apparently, she had started off initially as a dominatrix at some seedy club on East Turner Street to help pay for college. She became ludicrously knowledgeable in the arts of bondage, domination, and other forms of play, but she had always felt disappointed when the game ended, and had wished for something more permanent...more real. Her opportunity came knocking when the madam of the Club passed her along to the officials at Norrisview to be scouted, and she had been one of their most successful nannies ever since. Maggie could not keep herself from barraging Marie with constant questions of her start at Norrisview, and general ideas and tips for nannies to learn. She wanted to absorb everything that she could, and she found herself more and more hungry for the knowledge needed to become an expert in sissycare. “Oh! Do we have some time before checking back on Becki?” Maggie asked suddenly. Marie looked at her in surprise. “Um...well it’s been over an hour, but I imagine Becki is having lots of fun right now, so we could take a bit longer. Why?” With Marie’s help, Maggie found the nursery where her friend Abigail was working. She straightened her uniform and gently opened the door hoping to surprise her friend. Inside, she found a similarly designed nursery to Becki’s own. She imagined that most of them likely did not vary much in the overall look. What surprised her, however, was the addition of an extra crib. She soon understood why when she saw that there were two sissies currently sitting on the floor together. Both of them were dressed identically in short, poofy yellow dresses adorned with pale-blue lace on the short sleeves, a large pale-blue ribbon tied around their slim waists, and blue bows atop their long, curly blonde hair. The two were practically twins, and Maggie felt herself blush when she saw the two eagerly wrapped in each other’s arms and kissing passionately. Her friend Abigail was standing over the two, arms crossed and nodding her head. “More tongue, girls. This isn’t some kind of awkward first date kind of kiss. Get into it!” she barked in an authoritarian voice. The red-faced sissies jumped and re-doubled their efforts as the passion of their kiss took away Maggie’s breath just seeing it. “Not like you’d know much about kissing past the first date, right Abby?” Maggie asked suddenly. Abigail looked up and gasped, her face beaming into a wide, white smile as she ran across the room and threw her arms around Maggie. “Oh my god! You actually applied! You’re actually here!” she squealed as the two sissies stopped their make-out session to look at the two nannies in confusion. Maggie smiled as she hugged her best friend. “Yup! You could have warned me a bit better about all this, you know,” she said, playfully smacking Abigail’s arm. “Well then you might not have come. I knew you’d be perfect here! You look amazing in the uniform by the way!” she said with a playful grin. “Yeah, but I’m not too big on the pink. Rather have blue like you and Marie,” Maggie replied. “Give it time. You’ll earn the blue in no time! Oh my gosh. I’m so excited to get to work with you here, Mags,” she said again. “Likewise,” Maggie said happily.” So what’s the deal. Why do you get two sissies and everyone else gets one?” “Oh the twins?” Abigail asked plainly. “They both belong to the same client. She decided she wanted twins so lil Krissy and Missy here are trained and do everything together. And I do mean everything...” Abigail said with a wink that made the two adorable creatures look away in shame. Maggie nodded, grinning at the two playfully. “They must be lucky to go without their pacifiers for so long,” she said. Abigail giggled as she stepped forward to admire the two once more. “Oh yes. These two probably get more pacifier-free time than any other sissy in the facility. I’ve always wondered if they’re jealous, but I imagine most wouldn’t enjoy the alternatives that Krissy and Missy often find in their mouths on a pretty regular basis. You know….like each other’s tongues” she said, shooting a fierce stare at the two sissies who both gasped and threw themselves back into their make-out session with gusto. “Krissy. Hands on Missy’s butt. Squeeze her padding, I want to hear her moan,” Abigail said as she circled the two, admiring their performance and offering helpful pointers and hints to further increase the pleasure of their unwitting partner. Soon the two were kissing passionately, heavy petting, groping, and everything else under the sun. “What a couple of lovebirds,” Maggie said with a soft laugh. “Oh you’ve seen nothing yet. The two are due for their milking later. You should come by and help me with it if you want. It’s tough to milk two sissies at once, even if they’re the ones doing most of the work,” Abigail said with a chuckle that made the sissies shiver. “Ohh yes please! I would absolutely love to. I’m trying to get as much on the job training as I possibly can. So if you need help then I’m your gal,” Maggie said excitedly. “For now though. I gotta get back to Marie and help her with Becki. I just couldn’t not come bug you a bit,” “Well come bug me more! We should to the bar tonight to celebrate!” Abigail said as she and Maggie hugged tightly and said their temporary goodbyes. It did not take her too long to make it back to Becki’s nursery and enter to find the poor sissy still strapped to the table, accepting the dildo inch for inch into her tight butt. Maggie was surprised to find that Marie was not yet here, and for now it was just her and Becki in the nursery together. Maggie stood by the door for some time, waiting patiently for Marie as she listened to Becki’s desperate moans and groans. It almost seemed like the dildo was going faster than she remembered, but she did not pay it much thought. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed Becki’s released member constantly dripping into the bowl that Marie had left underneath her atop the padding to protect the carpet. The bowl was surprisingly full, and Maggie wondered just how much semen the poor sissy is expected to produce during her milking. “Does that feel good, Becki? It sounds like it does. You keep making those cute noises,” she heard herself say as she walked over to the restrained sissy. “Mmmrrrpphhh….” Becki replied, jerking a bit as she spurted once more into the waiting bowl. “You’ve been here some time. Gotten use to how things operate...I bet it’s not so bad now, huh?” she asked, tracing a finger gently down Becki’s hairless thigh and making the sissy wriggle in response. “Think about it...no responsibilities...no worries...you just have to be adorable and obedient. You get to enjoy regular treats like this. You must feel so lucky to be here,” “MMM!” Becki retorted. Maggie giggled and continued to gently and slowly trace her fingers against Becki’s bare thighs. It was hypnotic, teasing this adorable creature. More than anything now she wanted a charge of her own. Someone to look after, to train, and to own. She licked her lips and allowed her hand to drift towards Becki’s exposed penis, letting her finger gently trace down along the underside. Becki jerked and gasped into her gag, pulling at her restraints, but Maggie never relented. She never went quickly or changed the pressure. Just very soft, gentle caresses along the length of her sissy member as the milking tool worked her from behind. She breathed heavily. Her face flushed with excitement as she saw the sissy jerk repeatedly and drip more and more into the waiting bowl. “Don’t tease the poor thing, too much now, Maggie” Marie said suddenly, causing Maggie to whirl around in surprise. “Becki has to be extra good to deserve that kind of attention. Don’t spoil her now,” Maggie felt slightly ashamed at being caught, but she was not sure why. The sissies lives seemed based now very heavily on degradation and sexual teasing. So why did she feel like she had messed up? She merely nodded her head as Marie stepped forward to turn off the dildo-machine. “Understand, Marie. Sorry,” “Nothing to be sorry bout, silly! I appreciate the initiative. I think you had the right idea too with the caressing instead of the stroking to try and extend the duration. But for stuff like that, I save them for rewards. Keep the desperation, for sure, even when rewarding, but Becki here hasn’t earned a personal touch today,” Marie said cheerfully as she slowly and carefully removed the dildo from Becki’s bottom. “So do you need me to put away the machine or clean up at all?” Maggie asked, eager to get back on the right track. “Oh I’ll put away the milking machine. Could you throw away the floor pad and collect the bowl for me, please?” Marie said as she pulled Becki’s diapers back into place and gave her several reassuring pats. “Oh sure. Do I just dump the contents in the sink or something?” Maggie asked as she grabbed a pair of latex gloves from the changing table. “Oh no, no. There are some bottles in the fridge. Grab one of the blue ones that isn’t full and use the rest of that bowl to fill it up,” Marie said as she pushed the machine back into the closet. Maggie blinked but went to the nearby fridge and opened it up. She saw the normal bottles, dozens of them, in the fridge that contained Becki’s formula. On the bottom shelf, however, she found several blue-tinged bottles that contained an equally milky substance. She looked at Marie in surprise and confusion. “Nothing goes to waste here if we can help it. Those are useful to have on hand in case Becki decides she wants to be naughty, and I’m not feeling up to administering a spanking at the moment,” Marie said slyly. Maggie laughed to herself and poured the contents of the bowl into a half-full blue bottle, filling it nearly the brim before affixing the teat back into place and closing the fridge. Everything here was so thought out and diabolical. The excited butterflies in her stomach threatened to lift her off the ground at the rate they were going now. “So what’s next? She’s been fed, changed, and now milked. What else needs be done?” Maggie asked, returning to the center of the nursery with Marie. “Becki has class with the other sissies later today. So we’ll need to get her dressed in something pretty. For now we can probably just plop her into her playpen and let her enjoy some free time while we decide on an outfit,” Marie said as she unbuckled Becki finally from the changing table and stood her up. Maggie nodded and together with Marie the two lead the waddling sissy over into a large, adult sized playpen and helped her climb inside. Maggie could not resist squeezing Becki’s padded rear as she worked her way into the pen and sat down amongst her dolls and toys. Becki, for her part, merely sighed and grabbed some nearby blocks and began to spell out different words with the limited combination of letters she had access to. “It varies on what amenities and pleasures that their new owners will allow them once they are in their new homes. Some might allow television, others might not. So playpen time is important for sissies to learn new ways to keep themselves entertained in their new lives. Becki actually loves her dolls, but she’s playing coy right now cause you’re here,” Marie said with a laugh as Becki blushed and continued to absentmindedly fool around with the blocks. “Would it be alright...if I chose her outfit for today,” Maggie asked once she was done admiring Becki’s playtime. “Oh sure! The closet is right over there. You can pick out whatever you like for the day,” Marie said as she stood over the playpen and lovingly laced her fingers gently through Becki’s golden locks. “So many of the owners like their sissies blonde. I almost get bored of it. It’s cute...sure. It’s classic in a stereotypical kind of way. But I wouldn’t mind seeing a cute brunette or even red-headed babygirl. Maybe my next charge will have a more adventurous mommy,” Marie knelt down so that she was eye level with Becki now and admired her adorable, feminine face. She could still see traces of masculinity in her face and chin, but Becki might be feminine enough at this point to genuinely pass out in public with the right makeup and outfit. She smiled to her charge and placed a finger to her lip, she then held up the finger and showed it to Becki. “Look out babygirl. This finger has kisses on it,” she said playfully as she quickly shot out her finger towards Becki’s cheek and then pulled it away, only to yank it in some other direction. Becki blushed and raised her mittened hands to defend herself, but her movements were slow, and clumsy. Marie was able to relentlessly pelt Becki’s cheeks with dozens of finger-kisses, giggling as she did so before finally leaning in and planting a large, wet smooch on Becki’s cheek. “Such a good girl. So cute too. Nanny could just eat you up. Yes she could...yes she could...” Marie’s hands drifted down to gently tickle Becki’s sides, moving around and getting her under her arms whenever Becki lifted her hands to defend herself. Becki’s muffled, helpless giggles filled the room alongside Marie’s laughter as Maggie continued her search for the perfect outfit. “I’m surprised to see you so...playful with her,” Maggie asked as she pulled down an outfit from the rack. “Don’t be. We nannies love our sissies in our special way,” she said with a genuine look of affection. “I’m so proud of Becki. You wouldn’t believe how bad she was when she first arrived. We still have our problems, but my little girl here is one of the best behaved in the whole nursery. Her teacher gave her a gold star last week even. Becki makes her nanny so proud,” she said showering Becki’s face in more kisses. Maggie smiled to herself as she watched the scene. Despite the perverse nature of much of the training, and the questionable morality of keeping them prisoners, this wholesome scene touched her heart, and made everything feel more and more valid and right in her mind. Pride swelled in her as she watched Marie tease Becki with bits of affection as the poor, red-faced sissy squealed in embarrassment. Was it simple justification? That nothing here was done out of some kind of hatred or malice that allowed her to feel that pride? Even when she was admiring the intense training regimen of the sissies, there had been a taboo kind of pleasure to it all, an alluring sense of wrongness that made it so exciting to her. Seeing this scene, however, put things in a different light. She was not sure what it was that had been illuminated but she felt a lightness in her step, as if some weight had been lifted from her that she had not even realized she was carrying. “Alright. How about something like this?” Maggie asked finally, lifting up the outfit to show Marie. Marie looked over and her grin widened. “Yes. Oh emm gee. Very yes,” she said rising up to take the outfit from Maggie. Becki merely groaned her displeasure in response. “Mmmphhh…..” the eloquence of her argument somehow lost on the two nannies who gleefully approached her like she was a new toy ready for it’s newest addition. In no time, Becki was dressed and Maggie admired her work. She had found a light pink and white onesie in the closet that instantly stole her heart as soon as she had seen it. Marie giggled as she button the crotch of the onesie around the monster diaper, and Maggie giggled as well at the sight of Becki’s balloon bottom in the tight onesie. The onesie was frilled along the openings of the legs and arms, and a large, poofy white bunny tail affixed itself to Becki’s considerably huge butt. Marie pulled the thigh high socks into place over Becki’s slender, hairless legs and smoothed them down gently with her hands while Marie finished the outfit with large, pink hairband that came adorned with floppy white bunny ears. The two nannies stood back to admire their work, and Marie felt her heart melt at the sight despite her giggling. Becki truly was adorable. “Mmrrrph...” Becki mumbled in grumpy displeasure. “Alright. Yeah. That outfit is perfect. So freaking cute. Our little pet bunny for the day,” Marie said cheerfully. “Absolutely. I’m so glad I spotted it,” Maggie said proudly. “Well alright. Becki is all set for her day of class. Would you like to lead her there while I stock the nursery?” Marie asked. Maggie positively beamed at the idea. “Absolutely. I would love to!” she said as she scurried over and took Becki’s mittened hand in her own. She gave it a soft squeeze and then tugged the waddling sissy towards the door. Marie smiled to herself, unable to keep her eyes off of Becki’s plump bottom as she waddled out of the room with the new nanny. That lustful pride, however, soon turned into worry some minutes later when she was restocking Becki’s diapers at the changing table. “I...probably should have told her how to get there...uh oh..” she said to herself with concern.

Becki's Perspective: Charles exited the auditorium with several of his friends. The cool air of the nighttime campus mingled with the stifling heat of the overcrowded building as the students slowly spilled out. Some were laughing, and a couple even clasped Charles on the shoulder or offered him high fives. Most, however, were shooting him dirty looks from various side glances. The naysayers did not say anything though, and Charles merely grinned at them, proud of the attention he was receiving even if it was negative. “Thanks for ruining the event, asshole,” one of the student coordinators said as she brushed past Charles rudely and made her way to the guest speaker, Rebecca Stuart. Stuart was exiting on the Eastern side of the building, surrounding by some local members of the student press and several apologetic professors. Despite Charles’s prank, she remained cool, calm, and collected even as she unsuccessfully wiped off bits of glitter from her blazer. Her eyes were locked onto Charles as he stood there with his friends, but instead of rage or embarrassment, it was just a confident, hungry glare and accompanied smirk that sent a chill up Charles’s spine. Charles and his rambunctious friends merely pressed on into the night, and he shook his head to get the image of the woman’s piercing eyes from his mind. It had all started mostly as a dare from his fraternity brothers, he did not really have anything against Miss Stuart, other than his own personal dislike of anyone he considered to be ‘stuck-up.’ He knew he would likely be suspended, but he was already questioning if he even wanted to graduate. His father owned a successful business in town, and he had already been thinking of simply asking his father for a job this summer to break into the family business. “You really think that’s smart, Charlie?” Stacy asked as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder and squeeze herself close to him. “Rebecca Stuart is a pretty big fish in town. Pissing her off like you just did...” Charles merely laughed, he was not concerned with anyone’s opinion of himself. He was in college, and college was the time to make mistakes, have fun, and be a bit of a menace. After all, he never went too far. It was harmless fun… “Mmmph...” Charles winced as the nursery lights suddenly came on and brightly shone in his face. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, and tried to turn his head into his pillow to escape their shine until his heard Marie’s bubbly, commanding voice at the side of his crib. “Good morning, Becki. Did my little princess sleep well? Is she ready for wakies?” Marie asked as she began to undo the latches of his crib. Charles moaned softly around his pacifier gag as he finally opened his eyes and saw Marie, his own personal jailer and tormentor, beaming down at him. He’d known Marie for over four months now during his stay at Norrisview, and it had only taken one day to become completely sick of her. He could tell just how much she enjoyed being his nanny. For all her bubbliness, smiles, and kisses she had a distinctly predatory gleam in her eye that never failed to send a shiver down his spine every time he saw it. He sat up in his crib as Marie set about undoing the latches, and stretched a bit. He looked down at his current outfit and his cheeks flushed softly. All of his outfits these days matched the general theme of this one. Most were ridiculously frilly, short dresses meant to be further augmented through the use of layers of petticoats. Sometimes he got the opportunity wear onesies, but they were all pink and had frills and lace around the legs or shoulders. The only consistent part of his wardrobe was his diapers. Diapers. Even thinking about them made him chew softly on the penis-shaped pacifier occupying the majority of his mouth. For the past four months, he’d been diapered twenty-four seven since his forced admittance into Norrisview. The diapers were unbelievably thick, bulky, and impossible to hide. Marie had once told him that the facility worked alongside a special distributor and had their diapers made specifically for the sissies of Norrisview, and how lucky he should feel to get to wear them. Lucky was never a feeling he had associated with them though. The thick bulk of the padding between his legs always made him walk with an exaggerated waddle at all times. On a few occasions, mostly as punishment, Marie had seen fit to actually double-diaper him for the day, and two of the bulky monsters wrapped around his loins forced him into an awkward, bow-legged crawl. When the latch of the crib was lowered, it was then that Charles finally caught sight of the new girl standing a few feet behind Marie. His life had become so routine over these past four months that he had not even bothered to look up at first, and now that he did he felt his face burn hot as the girl looked at him in surprise. He pushed his dress down slightly, hoping his sitting position and petticoats might hide his thick diapers from this new girl as he shot a pleading look to Marie and mumbled around his pacifier. Marie smiled sweetly at him, a private look that only he and her shared, but he saw that same predatory gleam in her eye before she even started speaking. “Alright, missy. Up and at em. You know the rules,” Charles knew what Marie expected. Every morning started with a humiliating, bent over diaper check. It was mostly a formality at this point, Marie took every chance she could to pat, squeeze, and generally remind Charles of his diapers as much as she could throughout the day. It been quite some time since he had managed to actually wake up dry, and he knew that she knew this. There was no way, however, that she was going to pass up an opportunity to show off in front of this new girl. With a muffled protest, Charles gingerly stepped out of the crib, he felt the soft, pink carpet through his booties as he looked pitifully at Marie and finally turned to expose his diapered rump to the new girl. He heard the soft gasp and chewed harder on his pacifier as Marie set about squeezing, poking, and prodding him. Several times he felt her hand linger around his chastity-locked penis and he shivered slightly while hoping that the new girl had not noticed. Marie tutted playfully and announced to the room that he was indeed soaking wet. He rolled his eyes while neither Marie nor the new girl could see him before standing up and beginning his waddling gait towards the changing table. He tried his best to avoid looking at the new girl, her pink uniform told him she was one of the new nannies. They had not hired any during his stay, but during playtime in the communal nursery he had heard from Chrissy, he still wished he knew his real name, a bit about how the nannies work, and he at least knew enough to know that this girl was new. He did not even see a name-tag. Charles sighed as he waddled up to the oversized changing table and scrambled to climb into position for his first diaper change of the day. He felt Marie’s hand press into his soaked padding to offer support as he climbed into position, but he knew her hand lingered there for her own enjoyment before she began securing him with the straps. She hummed the same tune she always did as his arms and torso were secured with the tight leather straps. The first week or so he had tried fruitlessly again and again to break free of the restraints, but his lack of success combined with several blistering trips over Marie’s lap had quickly dissuaded him from trying as often lately. “So I...does she actually NEED diapers?” the new girl suddenly asked. Marie took some pleasure in explaining Charles’s new diapered state to her. It was true, he was not fully incontinent yet like some of the other sissies in the program, but even he had to admit he was at least diaper-dependent during the night now. He still tried regularly to wake up dry, if only to see the disappointed look on Marie’s face, but he had yet to see any success with that plan. Charles groaned into his gag when the new girl finally saw his chastity device, and realized he was in fact a he. In truth, he had no idea how Norrisview had managed to change his look so drastically. His hair had grown out so quickly and been dyed blonde, his body was now completely and supposedly permanently hairless, and even his face had a softer tinge to it. One of the other sissies thought that the formula and food might contain chemicals or hormones, but none of them had done anything drastic like grown breasts. For now it remained a mystery, and a source of intense shame as Marie gleefully explained the whole shebang to the new nanny. Charles hated to admit how nice it was to be in a fresh, dry diaper. He subtly rubbed his legs together, greatly for the feeling of crinkly, dry padding instead of the saturated, soggy mess his diaper had become during the night. Marie’s grin told him immediately that she had noticed his little movement, and he could only look away, ashamed. “So umm...I get that the restraints and stuff are prolly due to the fact that he-er...she isn’t really here by choice. By why the...uh...thing on her...you know?” the nanny asked suddenly. “Oh the chastity device?” Marie asked. “Company policy. All charges undergo mandatory chastity during their stay here at the facility. Oh don’t give that look. We’re not monsters. We administer weekly milkings to keep the sissies compliant and comfortable. Interestingly, you’re here on such a day. Becki here will receive her milking right after her feeding. I bet she’s excited,” Charles’s eyes shot open. It was not time for him to be milked, he still had three more days. Marie had moved up the date intentionally so that the new nanny would get to see it. He panicked and began to gurgle and plead into his pacifier, hoping to sway Marie with his frantic, muffled pleading and desperate eyes. Milking was something that he felt he’d never get use to, but Marie had assured him was to become a permanent fixture in his new life. The memory of the feeling of the dildo thrusting in and out of his anus sent a shiver of dread down his spine, and the idea of someone getting to watch it happen only made him more desperate. Despite his pleas, the pacifier gag successfully stifled any successful attempts at communication. He thought to himself of trying to beg once it came out for his morning bottle, but Marie quickly laid down the law on there being no ‘big girl talk’ as she called it, and he chickened out. Instead, he merely greedily sucked on the slightly sweet, mostly bland formula. His stomach was growling because he had missed supper last night due to a tantrum, and even the foul tasting formula was a godsend at the moment despite making him gag a couple of times. “So how exactly does this milking thing work?” the new nanny asked suddenly right when Charles was finishing up his bottle. He saw the excited gleam in Marie’s eye as she approached him, and he figured it was now or never to try and escape this humiliating ordeal. “Bu-MMMPH!” came his muffled reply as Marie made short work of stifling his protest by quickly shoving the cock-shaped pacifier back into place and fastening it tightly around his head. He resisted as she stood him up and pushed him into the proper position, but as always Marie was too strong. She herself was well over six feet tall, while poor Charles tapped out at around five foot nine. It did not take her long to get Charles into the proper position, restrained with his legs spread ready to accept the milking tool that Marie preferred to use. He wiggled and squirmed as she tugged his thick diaper down to about his knees, and he nervously clinched when he heard the soft squelching sound of Marie lubing the dildo in preparation. He felt her hand gently patting his bare buns, whispering soft words of encouragement as she slowly pressed the tip against his back passage and began to gently work it inside of him. For his part, Charles groaned softly into his gag as he felt the head of the dildo slowly work it’s way inside of him. Once it was in it’s proper position he allowed himself to take a breath. The feeling of being stretched around the head of the dildo was something that he was slowly becoming accustom to, but it was still an intensely alien and invasive feeling that Charles still resisted as he wiggled his butt in protest. He looked up to the new girl who Marie had given the remote to, and he made a desperate, pleading look. A shiver went down his spine, however, when he noticed that same predatory gleam in her eye that Marie and all the other nannies in Norrisview had. He gasped loudly when she pressed the button and the dildo suddenly thrust inside of him only to suddenly pull out whilst the head remained inside and then thrust once more. Every second or so the dildo would fire off from the machine and fill him totally and completely. He gripped the edges of the changing tightly and pulled at his restraints as the dildo methodically and mechanically thrust again and again into his tight bum. The nannies admired the scene for a few moments and then left to get lunch for themselves. Charles was left at the mercy of the dildo-machine, groaning and drooling into his gag as the machine relentlessly pounded him from behind. His penis was finally free and despite the shame of the situation he could not help but be erect. His ability to orgasm was so tightly monitored these days, and he had heard that many of the sissies in the facility have grown to outright crave anal stimulation over more typical kinds of pleasure. Charles refused to accept that, he chewed once more the pacifier and tried to endure the unceasing feeling of fullness that worked it’s way in and out him. Several times, however, the thrusting dildo would hit him and stimulate his prostate deep inside him, and a low pleasurable groan would escape his pacified lips. Time lost all meaning for Charles during his milking, his mind swam with feelings of shame, pleasure, and desperation that all mingled in his mind together in a maelstrom of confused feelings. He could feel an intense pressure building inside of him as the dildo rubbed against his prostate, and he gasped into his pacifier as waves of intense pleasure started to radiate throughout his body. His revelry was interrupted suddenly, however, by a gentle, feminine chuckle. His eyes shot open and he craned his head behind him to see who was admiring the show. He had assumed it was Marie returned from lunch, but who he saw made his eyes widen in shock and his cheeks redden in shame. Rebecca Stuart stood behind him, perched against the crib with a wide smile on her ruby lips. She was dressed modestly of a woman with her means, in a simple grey blouse and khaki pants. Her heels were silent on the pink carpeted floor as she approached Charles and rested a gentle hand on his exposed rump. “Good morning, Becki. Mommy missed you so much. Sorry I haven’t been able to visit in the past few weeks. It’s been so busy getting your new nursery ready,” she said with a smile, talking to him as if the dildo thrusting in and out of his ass did not even phase her. “But I simply couldn’t wait any longer and had to see you. Sorry if I’m interrupting your playtime here,” Charles groaned pitifully into his gag, unable to even vocalize pleading groans due to the incessant ministrations of the dildo. “You know. Seeing you like this, reminds me of how we first met. The glitterbomb was funny. I was thinking of it on the way up here. You looked so proud when you humiliated me that night, and that look on your face just...it made me want you then and there,” she said with a wide grim as her fingers softly rubbed his bare cheeks. “Mommy is gonna take such good care of you when you graduate from here. My nursery is so much nicer than this one, and all the other Mommies are looking forward to setting up playdates between you and their sissies. You must be so excited,” Charles only groaned in response and Rebecca laughed at the look on his face. “Someone really likes their bottom being stimulated, huh? Mommy will be sure to get a strap-on for when you visit, and then she can handle Becki’s milkies herself instead of a cold, impersonal machine. I imagine Becki enjoys a personal touch...” she said as her hand slowly crept downwards and her fingers lightly caressed Charles’s exposed penis. He gasped loudly and his eyes screwed shut. It was overwhelming. Rebecca took hold of Charles’s member gently in her hand and began softly stroking him, timing her slow strokes in tandem with the thrusts of the dildo. “Raise your butt, baby girl. Really let it get in there...that’s it...that’s my good girl,” she said as her strokes slowly increased in speed and those crashing waves of pleasure increased in frequency. Charles was moaning hard around his gag, pulling against his restraints desperately as he was stimulated from both sides. He felt a warmth spreading in his lower stomach, and his free penis twitched hard in Rebecca’s hand. And then suddenly she pulled away. “Mmmmph! Mmmmnnn!” Charles moaned desperately as Rebecca stood up and wiped her hand on a baby wipe. “Just some incentive, baby. Mommy wants you to enjoy your milking time for the full hour. Besides, your nanny told me that prostate stimulation can give sissies multiple orgasms instead of just the one. You must be so excited. Let Mommy help a bit with that,” she said as she turned a knob on the dildo-machine and the thrusts became even more frequent and fast. “Mommy forgives you for that night by the way, sweetie. It’s water under the bridge. You’ve grown into such an adorable Sissy, and Mommy is very proud of you. Keep up the good work, and I’ll try to come see you next week, alright? Enjoy yourself, Becki,” she said as she slowly exited the room, and gave Charles that same hungry look he had seen on that fateful college night.

Chapter 26: “YOUR BOARDING PASSES are all in this envelope,” the lady at the ticket counter said as I sat in the sling, hat on my head, and a ‘sister’ clinging to Fred who was collecting them. “Can you hold these for Daddy?” He asked her a moment later. “They’re both adorable,” the lady told him with a smile. “Have a safe flight!” With everything other than the backpack and diaper bag now checked in at the counter Amanda and Fred were pretty unhindered. As promised the security team members from the park followed us to the line at security and didn’t leave until they saw us get to the front. “I need to scan your little for her chip,” the man at the gate said to Fred. “Scan my other daughter discreetly too please?” Amanda asked quietly. He looked at me with some surprise, but waved the wand over Bella and then over me like it was on its way down. “IDs please?” He said to them Amanda handed him the driver’s license she had kept out for this, as well as Freds. Convinced they were our rightful guardians we were motioned through without everyone figuring out I was a little this time. Amanda and Fred had just made it to our gate when I looked across the room and saw the business lady from the last flight that had talked to our stewardess and ‘Collin’ at the airport after the failed kidnapping of Bella. “Mommy,” I hissed at her. “What baby?” she asked me bouncing a little like she was comforting a fussy baby. “That lady over there is the one that was with Collin and the stewardess!” I said with a nod of my head. “I know sweetie, I fully expect them to follow us home… or at least try to.” “Why wouldn’t they be able to?” I asked her. “Not just yet,” she told me with a kiss on my nose. She felt my diaper that was a bit damper than it should have been before getting on a flight. “Wet already?” She said with a smile. “Sowwy,” I told her and stuck my tongue out at her. “Fred, would you bring Bella? Let’s take them to the family room and change them before we get on board.” “Sure sweetie,” he said feeling her diaper and announcing, “she is wet again already… it could take some more though?” “Let’s at least start off the flight with clean diapers,” she told both of them with a smile. I noticed that the businesswoman followed us at a distance as we stepped into the large room designated for changing diapers. She was clearly staring at us as my diaper was changed. Unfortunately it was from the discreet Pamper to a bulky princess diaper. ‘I don’t know how I’ll move quickly with this diaper if something goes on…’ I grumbled internally while simultaneously feeling creeped out by her staring at me naked. Amanda ignored her and hummed a bit as she handed me to Fred while she changed Bella’s diaper. “Not too wet, huh?” She said to Bella as she tickled her side a bit. Her frown moved a little, but it was what she was looking for as she opened up the diaper. I surreptitiously looked over at the woman and saw she was texting on her phone right then. “There! All clean!” Amanda said in her Mommy voice. She packed everything back into the diaper bag and then helped place Bella into the carrier Fred had on. “Here, let’s get Baby Bella in here. If you can keep holding Stacy while I wash my hands?” “Sure honey,” he told her and kissed Bella’s forehead and then mine, before he followed her to the sink. Just then the business lady and the four of us were suddenly now alone in the changing room. She came over and looked at Amanda, “You know you shouldn’t have interfered with this one.” “Interfered?” Amanda said, doing a pretty good job of sounding clueless. “What do you mean?” “It’s getting harder and harder to find free native littles that aren’t broken in yet… This one was going to demand top dollar.” Amanda patted Bella’s head in Fred’s carrier as he squeezed us both reassuringly, “I’m sure she was, but I got there first huh?” The voice she used was that of a mother talking to her baby. Her patronizing tone was sending my own personal anger meter up; I could only imagine it being used against another adult like her! “You bitch, you listen here!” The lady said and moved to slap Amanda. I watched Amanda do the seemingly impossible move of dodging, using the lady’s momentum against her, and bending her over her knee all in one fluid move. Amanda pulled the struggling woman’s skirt up, ripped her panties down, and proceeded to slap the living crap out of her bare ass. “You do not hit others little girl!” Amanda told her while annunciating each word with a strike on the woman’s bottom. After several dozen spankings had been administered a crowd was now present. The lady was blubbering and bawling like a baby by that point! Her bottom was a vivid red with some palm prints visible, and I couldn’t help but tremble at the thought that she would ever spank me if she was capable of reducing a full-grown amazon to that with her bare hands! Granted the lady was shorter than her by a couple feet… but still! “What’s the problem here?” A security guard came up to see the commotion. “This ‘lady’ came into this room to stare at my little girls getting their diapers changed. She came up to us after I finished and threatened me over the fact that I had adopted this one before she had. She’s so immature that she decided to slap me over it. I caught her hand and proceeded to give her the spanking that she deserved sir.” “Is this true?” He asked the lady. She tried to shake her head but one look at Amanda’s angry face made her nod as tears and snot ran down her face. “Yes I tried to slap her… But she spanked me… That’s assault!” “Maybe if you were a mature adult, but it sounds like this was just a good punishment you needed little girl,” a large female officer said. She was a few inches taller than Amanda, so she was considerably taller than the rather short Amazonian lady. “But…” “I think she had the right of it here. Why don’t you come with me ma’am? We’ll go sort this out in the security office and figure out what we need to do with you.” “But what about my flight?” “I’m not sure you’re mature enough anymore for that flight little lady, we’ll see what we can do about getting you on another flight… possibly a more supervised one?” I almost laughed as the lady was led away by two of the officers. ‘Can she be put back into a nursery herself?’ I wondered and noticed the lady in charge had hung around. “Mr. Warner asked for us to keep an eye on you all in case you had any other problems. I see his concerns were well founded… do you have resources back home to protect you?” She paused, “From what I can tell this is a pretty dangerous group.” “We will be fine back home,” Amanda told her. “My father’s all we could possibly need.” “He the one that taught you that move?” she said pointing towards a video camera I hadn’t noticed. “That would be him…” Amanda said nervously with a nervous giggle. “Are we free to get on our flight?” “Yes ma’am, take good care of those two little girls and watch your six.” “Thank you!” Amanda said. As we walked out of the room she asked Fred, “I need to go to the restroom really quick, can you watch the girls out here and then you can go?” “Sure honey,” he told her and gave her a kiss as she walked into the restroom. I was a little worried at how long it was taking, but Amanda came back out and positioned me into my sling and held Bella on her side while Fred went into the mens’ room. He was much quicker than her at coming back out, and soon we were boarding our flight. As Amanda began to sit down in the front first class area I could see back down the plane that the same stewardess that had been involved on our last flight started to come towards us. I worried things were going to go down here too, but one of the uniformed officers from the airport came onboard and motioned for her to come up to him before she could speak with us. Without explanation they led her off of the plane. Fifteen minutes later the cabin door closed and she hadn’t returned. I looked up at Amanda and said, “Did we just get really lucky?” She just pushed my pacifier in my mouth in response and gave me a squeeze. Just before we were to take off she looked at Fred and said, “Switch girls?” He looked at her for a moment before nodding and the awkward trade was made. Unlike Amanda who had been using my sling, he had to take off the carrier that Bella sat in so she was easier to hand over. I wondered why we were being traded for a few moments. Just before we took off though I knew why, as I watched Amanda pull her shirt and bra down and push Bella in close to nurse her. I sighed around my pacifier and turned to look out the window. Fred gave me a close squeeze and quietly asked, “You really are dealing with severe withdrawal symptoms, aren’t you?” I turned and nodded at him but stayed quiet. As we came up to altitude Amanda switched Bella to her other breast and a flight attendant started making her rounds, “Already weaned your real baby girl?” Amanda shook her head, “No, but she didn’t want any right now since I nursed her not long before we got on. Waste not want not as they say!” she said quietly rubbing Bella’s back as she still nursed away. “Hopefully you get another year with your little one?” She suggested. “We’ll see, I’ll nurse her for certain until she’s one, and then I’ll let her make the call. This one will drink one way or another though, so it’s not like I have to worry about my milk going away,” she told her with a smile. She waved at me before taking drink orders of everyone. Amanda had a last bottle of juice in the diaper bag for me that Fred gave me and I contentedly nursed and relaxed in Fred’s arms. AT SOME POINT I must have dozed off because the plane jolted me awake as it landed. Bella looked wide-awake next to me, and I wondered if I had missed anything. I looked over at her though and she smiled at me with a genuine smile that seemed relaxed. No pacifier was in the way, but that changed a moment later as Fred and Amanda played musical babies again. Even before we reached the terminal I was securely fastened in the sling and she was in Fred’s carrier. Between the two of them they had the backpack and diaper bag we’d come onboard with claimed and we were quickly out the door. I felt a hand squeeze my diaper and then a more intrusive finger around underneath. Amanda pulled it out and whispered, “You’re still dry?” I realized then I’d done the impossible at waking up dry, but also now that I was reminded realized I needed to go to the bathroom badly. I sighed and let the stream of urine out into the padding and she patted my bottom then to indicate she was happy I had gone. “We’ll change you both at the car,” she told me. “Kay,” I told her somewhat sleepily. Not moving meant I was getting a little restless, but it also meant there wasn’t anything stimulating me to stay awake. At the baggage claim they began looking for their luggage as we heard, “There’s my girl!” I turned my head and saw Amanda’s parents coming towards us to hug their daughter. As her dad was hugging the two of us he whispered, “There were two guys watching your car, we took care of them and a couple trackers they put on. I’ve got some people watching until you leave. Make sure you set your alarm anytime you’re in the house, they were scoping it out.” “Mom, this is your new grandbaby Bella,” she told her acting like she hadn’t heard anything, pointing towards Bella nervously sitting in the carrier at Fred’s chest. “Oh my gosh! How did you end up with another perfect little girl?” she asked Amanda before reaching for her out of the carrier. Fred sighed but got Bella loose and handed her to Granny. “Hi Bella, I’m your Granny,” she told her with a smile. “Nice to meet you…” Bella said nervously around the pacifier. ‘At least she didn’t hear the horror stories about her before meeting her…’ I thought to myself. ‘Maybe she’ll be able to deal with meeting her a little bit easier than I did. She certainly seems sweeter than I was worried about.’ “She’s a total doll Mandy!” She brought her over to her husband, “Meet your Grandpa,” she told her. “Nice to meet you sir,” Bella squeaked – clearly afraid of the gigantic man who was imposing even by Amazon standards! I wasn’t sure, but it looked as if her diaper grew a little thicker as she was gently bounced in Granny’s arms. Fred used the free hands that he had now to gather all of our suitcases and the ones Bella had brought with her on the trip, along with the stroller, car seats, etc. “Is that everything?” Grandpa asked. Fred counted the suitcases on the borrowed cart and nodded, “Yes, that’s everything Joe.” “Well then, we’ll walk you to your car,” he told him while pushing the cart for us. “Megan’s going to meet you at your place,” he added. “Yay,” I said with a smile around my pacifier. Fred walked next to Amanda and Bella looked at me like, ‘what?’ Amanda answered for me, “Megan is my baby sister… She’s the nice one,” she added the last part. Bella looked at me with a raised eyebrow but I just tried to tell her to wait… but didn’t know how. Amanda took care of that with a pacifier in her mouth and she took the hint. At the large SUV Amanda asked Granny, “Can you take over with Stacy here so I can get car seats in?” “Sure sweetie,” she said as she reached for me and hugged me gently as she placed me on her right hip. “Mandy, she needs changed…” “I know Mom, I plan on changing both of them as soon as we get these seats in. There’s no better place to change them right now with the luggage in the back.” Fred was limited in his motions by Bella still hanging from the carrier, “Fred, you want to hand me Baby Bella too? That’ll let these two cuties get into dry diapees sooner?” He nodded while Bella’s face simultaneously turned red in embarrassment from the adjective again being added to her name. I sighed and grimaced for her too, but there was no changing the fact that to the entire world here she was no longer a capable adult. To everyone she was now just another baby who couldn’t take care of herself. Even the few free littles would most likely accept that it was her fate at this point. Bella joined me in her arms on her left hip and I wondered how she could heft us both without any sign of fatigue – she certainly wasn’t a young woman anymore! She bounced us both gently and said, “I have the most beautiful new granddaughters ever!” To emphasize it she kissed both of us on the head beginning with me. “Thank you Granny,” I said politely. “Thanks,” Bella wisely added herself. The diaper I had on was definitely cooling by this point and I was looking forward to a change soon! Not to mention that the thicker diaper had expanded a lot with the urine, to the point where I knew I would be relegated to crawling at home. I could also feel some rumblings in my rear and was hoping we could make it home before I needed to do that! “There!” Amanda said finally as she had our car seats latched. “Which girl is wetter Mom?” “It’s about a tie honey, but why don’t you change Bella first, she’s not as used to her wet diapees yet.” Amanda took her and placed her on the changing mat she had laid on the floorboard. She wasted no time pulling the snaps of her outfit open, diaper open, and bared her bottom for the world to see if there hadn’t been a car parked on that side. She wiped her quickly, put her into a dry Pamper, and placed her into her rear-facing car seat and buckled her in. “Next!” she said looking at her mother and holding her arms out for me. She changed me just as quickly and found a spare Pamper in a seat pocket, leaving me happily dressed in the thinner dry diaper! “Thanks,” I told her around the pacifier as she balled up the used diaper with Bellas and put them into some bags. “You’re welcome sweetie,” she told me as she then buckled me into my own rear-facing seat. With the mirror there I could see Bella looking embarrassed and awkward while she nervously nursed on the pacifier. “Fred, is that everything in the back?” “That’s all of it Mandy. Girls ready?” “Yep,” she said. “Mom, Daddy, you’re going to the house you said?” “Yes, we’ll follow you home and give you a couple new presents I picked up for your new baby. Seems like we just did this?” She giggled a bit. Amanda sighed, “No mechanical items, right?” I turned bright red and fidgeted a little and I think Bella noticed. “Definitely not!” “Good, we’ll see you there,” Amanda said as she and Fred closed the passenger doors, and climbed into the front passenger seat while Fred climbed in to drive. “Well that was fun…” Amanda said as we pulled away. I pulled my pacifier out of my mouth, “You told them about Bella?” I asked a little surprised. “We need your grandpas help with everything going on. I was afraid they would meet us here and try something right out of the airport…” I nodded. “What did you mean no mechanical items?” Bella asked curiously having removed her own pacifier. I winced, “Umm… We haven’t had time to tell you anything about Ama… Mommy’s family, have we?” She looked like she was about to choke when I almost called Amanda by name… ‘I can’t help it, I think of her by her real name when I think about her…’ I sighed. “Umm… I don’t think so?” “Well Mommy has three sisters, the oldest is Chloe, then it’s Mommy, then Cassie, then the oops child Megan – who’s awesome!” “What does that have to do with mechanical…?” “I’m getting to that… let’s just say I like Megan a lot, but feel the complete opposite about Chloe. She would fit right in with that group that almost got you… Cassie is just as bad if not worse in some ways. Anyway, when Granny found out Mommy had adopted a little and not told her she was pretty hurt. We ended up going shopping with Chloe and Granny the next morning. I didn’t exactly get off to the right foot with Chloe though…” “Nothing you did…” Amanda muttered angrily, obviously listening. “Granny wanted to buy me one of those battery powered swings that can go on their own. Chloe found a more high end mechanical one that she claimed was amazing. Not knowing much about what it did Granny put me into it and started it. It wasn’t too bad at first as it gently swung me, but then Chloe activated it’s punishment feature and I got the spanking of my life…” “Needless to say I just about killed my sister…” Amanda said with a sad voice. “We had to cut Stacy out of that horrible device to keep it from beating her even worse…” Bella’s eyes opened wide in the mirror, “That sounds scary…” “Not pleasant,” I said while mentally rubbing my butt still. “Anyway, no mechanical nursery items are allowed at home!” I said. “No mechanical items,” Amanda agreed. “So what else should I know?” Bella asked hesitantly. “It’ll take a while to catch you up on everything…” I said, “Since we’re meeting Megan I’ll tell you she’s the nice one. She goes to Emerson too, so I’m guessing I’ll probably end up seeing her quite a bit. She’s the short one of the family – not even quite eight feet tall.” “So she’s just a betweener?” Bella asked. “She’s still considered an Amazon,” Amanda said, “but with the rest of my sisters and I being at least nine-feet tall she looks short compared to us.” Bella nodded. “She’s nice though… and not exactly a fan of making littles be babies…” I added. “Yeah… I’m guessing she’s going to think I’m even more nuts and on the way to being like Chloe and Cassie…” Amanda grumbled. “It wasn’t your choice,” I reminded her. “Maybe it seems that way…” Bella said, “but it was. You made the choice to save me,” she said, “thank you for that.” A lone tear went down her face before she wiped it and pretended it hadn’t happened. The drive home wasn’t that far and soon we were being unbuckled in the garage and I was sat on my feet while Amanda carried Bella inside. The urgent urge to go poop hit my bowels again as we crossed the entry into the kitchen and I could see my potty. “Mommy may I use my potty?” I asked looking up at her holding Bella. She sighed but nodded, “Do you need help with your diapee?” I shook my head and bolted for the other side of the room already popping the snaps in my outfit off. I didn’t care that I had those two as an audience, as I ripped the tapes off of my dry Pamper, and sat down on the plastic potty. I grunted for just a second and was rewarded with a large piece of poop and the tinkling of urine into the potty. “Wow, aren’t you the big girl!” Megan said as I finished. I blushed, “I didn’t realize you were there,” I said embarrassed. “Do you need help wiping?” She asked me. “Even if she doesn’t would you mind doing it and then getting her back into a diaper?” Amanda asked. I looked over where Bella sat looking completely shocked in her arms. Megan leaned down towards me with a smile and used a baby wipe to clean me up. “Come on Stacy, let’s go upstairs and get you in a new diapee, you ripped this one a bit when you pulled it off. I noticed then that she had already balled it up and held it in her left hand while she picked me up with her right arm. She wasn’t as big as Amanda, but she still had no problems picking me up and began walking upstairs with my naked rear hanging out of the unsnapped outfit. “Mandy you’re actually potty training Stacy?” I heard her mom ask her as Megan hit the stairs and had me halfway to my nursery… ‘our nursery…’ I thought to myself. She took no time to put the diaper in the can next to the changing table, lifted me up on the table, and asked, “I’m guessing you want a regular Pamper?” “Please,” I answered. “So Mandy gave in and let you use a potty?” she asked me. “We agreed just for poopy,” I told her. Feeling a little bit odd as I used a juvenile name for it with one of the few people I ever felt like recognized my real age. “Guess that probably is the worst, huh?” she asked as she redid the snaps on my outfit. “You have no idea…” I told her while frowning. She giggled and picked me up, “Did you have a good trip?” She asked as we went down the stairs. “Umm… parts of it…” I told her honestly. “The crazy little snatching criminals not so much…” “What?” She asked as she made it to the first floor and I saw Amanda coming back from the bathroom with my potty. “I didn’t have time to fill her in completely,” Amanda told me as I took in the sight at the bottom of the stairs. Grandpa and Fred were bringing in the last of the luggage, while Granny held Bella gently in her arms. Bella for her part was doing a pretty good job of mostly not shaking from fear, while at the same time giving me a very jealous stare. “Shall we all sit down in the living room and get everyone on the same page?” Fred asked while setting down the final suitcase. “Sounds like a plan,” Grandpa said. A few moments later Megan was holding me on her lap on the couch on one end, with Amanda in the middle holding Bella, and Fred on the other end. Grandpa and Granny had taken the recliner and rocking chair that were in the living room as their seats. A quick glance at the clock let me know it was after six and I was getting hungry. ‘Hope this doesn’t take too long…’ I thought to myself. While everyone was sitting down Bella looked over at me and quietly asked, “You don’t have to wear diapers?” “Because of school… if I poop my pants in class I get kicked out of Emerson. As long as I can feel my poop… I made the potty with a machine a few days ago,” I told her. “You made that potty for yourself?” Grandpa overheard and asked. “Yes… nearly earned her a load of trouble for it too!” Amanda said still a little disgruntled. She sighed, “I told her though that I care more for her and want her to get the education she came for… so even though I was willing to let her use it all the time when she was home, she decided she just wants it for poopies.” “So…?” Bella asked me tentatively while fidgeting a little in her seat. “So I’m in diapers the rest of the time,” I shrugged. At her odd look I was honest, “Wet diapers don’t really bother me…” She stared at me for a moment before turning to look up at Amanda, “Can I do the same?” Amanda looked thoughtfully for a second, but it was Fred that answered. “I don’t think you’ll be able to get away with that…” “Why?” She asked a little bit annoyed but still polite. “Your nursing from Amanda more…” Fred said softly before sniffing, “do you know that you just went in your diaper?” She looked shocked, but I could smell it right then too as well as see her diaper pushing out on her outfit a bit. She instinctively put her hand down that direction and with a bit of a broken up voice said, “No…” Amanda hugged her protectively, “It’s okay, but especially with this group after you I think we need to take a little more traditional approach with your potty habits. You also need to be seen nursing regularly from me so that no one can get LPS involved here with a neglect allegation.” She patted her on the back as I grimaced a bit at the smell from her diaper. As her body tensed I knew she was going some more, but to my surprised Amanda just sat the teary eyed girl back down in her lap. “Mommy aren’t you going to change her?” I asked. “In a few moments when we get done here,” she told me. “I told you last week there might be times we can’t change you right away, Bella is going to have to get used to that too.” My mind blanched as I thought back to the day in the walker with my poop smeared all over my but from the seat. “It’s okay,” Bella said as she reached over to me and took my hand. I grimaced but kept quiet. “So, what happened on this trip? All you said on the phone was that you adopted another little girl… for some reason,” Megan said with a bit of a glare to Amanda, “and Stacy mentioned little kidnappers?” “The short version of the story is that we met Bella here on the plane to Selegansol. She was on her way for what she thought was a business opportunity to sell her clothing line. There was a network that had actually really lured her there with the intent of getting her to have an accident on the plane and forcibly adopt her.” Megan gave her a sympathetic look but stayed quiet, “Stacy figured out the plot and gave her one of her emergency charms to keep her from pooping her pants. At that point I decided the stewardess wasn’t worth trusting…” Bella sat quietly until then and told Megan, “I asked them to adopt me after they got me away safely from the airport. We had seen my proposed business partner, the stewardess, and another lady talking angrily and they tried to get the cops to take me away… Even if I have to…” she grimaced, “sit here in a dirty diaper it’s better than what they would have done.” I looked up at Megan who was a little skeptical then, but I told her, “we ran into one of the guy in the park and he tried to get Amanda and Fred to give us up… I was able to pour some of my juice from my bottle onto him and distracted him into running to save him from someone diapering him.” “What?!?” Grandpa laughed then. “No one would think an adult amazon would wet their pants,” Granny added. “They would if they had a record on file…” Amanda said with a smirk. I saw Grandpa look over at her with a smile and asked, “What did you do?” “Blame both of them Joe,” he said pointing towards me too as he shook his head, “They’re both trouble makers cut from the same cloth!” I giggled at that but couldn’t help but nod. “The police believe some little sympathizer group got into the system and just happened to list him as an escaped baby…” she told him, “though he didn’t know that as he ran and pushed that girl into the water…” “Wait a minute…” Megan said and picked me up under my armpits and turned me towards her, “you mean to say that little that jumped into the pool at Looney World…” I waved at her, “hi?” She just laughed and hugged me, “So you’re a hero, and this guy got caught, escaped, and I’m guessing you know it’s likely he’ll come after you now, right?” “The group already tried again,” Fred told everyone. “We figured we’d have trouble here, but the group tried to get us to go with them at the airport earlier. Fortunately your daughter learned well from you Joe.” “You put her down, or spank her?” Joe asked with a smile. “Spanked her till her bottom was glowing,” Amanda said. “Speaking of which, this conversation is going on a little longer than I thought it would. Fred, where did you put their diaper bag?” “On the counter over there…” he told her. “I’m going to take Bella upstairs and change her,” she said as she stood up. I put my arms out to her, “You just went, you can’t need changed yet?” She asked me. “I want to be there for Bella when you show her my… er… our nursery…” I don’t know why, but I was nervous about it and turned red. Amanda laughed at me and picked me up too. “Megan can you bring the diaper bag, I have my hands full now…” “Sure,” she told her and followed us up the stairs once she had the bag in hand. Amanda paused for just a second as she looked at the letters on the door that said my name, “We’ll have to add another name, huh?” She said to no one in particular. She opened the baby gate into the room and Bella shuddered. A moment later she started crying uncontrollably across from me. Amanda sat me down on the floor by my desk, before she squeezed Bella with a hug, and then decided to change her before worrying about the crying. I couldn’t see much from my perch on the ground with Amanda in the way, so I just walked over to my computer to make sure everything was okay there. Megan followed me, “Your computer is so cute!” she told me while having a seat on the ground next to me. The cries from Bella continued as I heard diaper tapes opened and Amanda said, “Shh… It’s okay Bella.” I guessed I knew what was the problem and felt bad. I knew littles dealt with diapers sometimes in school, sometimes when they were out and about just to be safe, and at other times if forced by rules. The playpen she had slept in probably was embarrassing at the hotel, the nursing, the bottles, the pacifiers… everything was probably more than slightly overwhelming. But to enter a nursery… well littles in this dimension don’t get to leave those. I turned my head towards Megan to respond to her, “It’s perfectly sized for me at least,” I told her. I could just see Bella’s legs in the air then and Amanda was clearly wiping her smelly bottom. “How fast is it?” I turned it on then and logged in for her to see it running. I had just opened my e-mail app when Amanda picked Bella up from the table, still sobbing and shuddering with tears. I watched her sit down in the rocking chair and try and console her. “It’s okay Bella,” she told her. She sobbed out, “My life is really o… o… over.” “Shhh… not it’s not, I promise you that you’ll be well taken care of.” “But I’m not…” “Free?” Megan suggested having turned and walked over by the rocking chair. “No…” Bella shuddered. “Were you really before?” Megan asked, surprising me. Bella seemed shocked by that thought and looked up at her, “Of course I was.” “What was your job?” She asked, “You mentioned clothing design downstairs?” Bella nodded. “Where can you sell your designs?” “Online…” she said. “Not in a store, not in person?” Megan prompted while she sat down on the floor in front of the rocking chair with her legs crisscrossed. “No… an amazon might have…” “Kidnapped you, right?” Megan said. Bella had more tears down her face as I walked up to Megan and sat down in her lap. She nodded. “Did you go out with friends at all on the evenings?” Megan prompted softly. “Not very often,” she sniffled. “The last time I did… my best friend got drunk and wet her pants in front of an amazon… She tried for me too but I ran.” I could see where Megan was going, and knowing her it wasn’t easy. “Bella, I’m not saying there is anything right about this whole thing. I personally don’t think that any little needs to be in diapers. I hate our older sisters for everything they do to the littles they forcibly adopted… but you really didn’t have much going for you.” Bella shuddered, but some of the tears were leaving at least. “I know… They were raising my rent next month as a ‘little fee,’ and I wasn’t going to be able to both eat and pay rent if the deal in Selegnasol fell through.” “Look Bella, the cards that have been dealt to littles are terrible. Maybe someday that can change, or who knows… Maybe Amanda and Fred can send you back to the other dimension with Stacy or something…” “Would you?” Bella asked. “I don’t know if we could,” Amanda answered her honestly. “It’s going to be tough just getting Stacy back, but we’ll be willing to consider it.” “Maybe we could get her to the underground…” I said aloud and then regretted it. “You already have a contact?” Amanda laughed. “Forget I said that?” I told her, thinking I had been keeping that as a backup option if things went south with them. “I wouldn’t recommend it just yet anyway,” Amanda said. “We’d be better off taking a vacation to another country… maybe the little islands would be smarter to be honest. You don’t really know who you’re dealing with on the underground.” I looked at her in shock that she knew so much, “Hacked it?” “You’re not the only one who can…” she reminded me. Bella’s tears had dried up quite a bit by then, “But you don’t think we should do any of those yet, do you?” “Bella, you’re probably in as much danger right now as you could be… but you’re also in the safest place you could be too,” Grandpa Joe said from the doorway. “Amanda, I added a couple other layers of sensors to your security system earlier. Make sure anytime you two are home alone that you have it enabled for the perimeter. There’s also an extra layer we added to the back yard to make it safe for you to be out there with the girls swimming or playing.” “Thanks Dad,” she told him. “Stacy, would you come with me for a couple minutes?” he asked. I was a little bit surprised, but nodded and he picked me up to place me on his hip. My legs practically had to do the splits with as large of a body as he had! He walked down to Fred’s office and sat down in his chair facing me towards him. “Stacy, this is the second time that you have really impressed me! That was quick thinking with the juice, and even quicker action to save that little girl.” I blushed, “thanks…” “Mandy has dragged you into a pretty risky situation here with some very sketchy people. I know Fred has heard of that company through his professional dealings, but I’ve also heard of them going after people too from my professional contact in the military...” I nodded, “From what I dug up they’re definitely not on the nice people list…” “No they’re not. That’s why I want you to please come study with me at my studio whenever we can get you in.” “How will that help? I’m so small I can’t possibly hit hard enough to do anything other than make them add more spankings?” He laughed, “You’d better keep this a secret, as I’m violating several of my non-disclosure agreements – and a few federal laws, but there is a whole Special Forces unit of littles in our military.” I felt my jaw drop… “They let littles…?” “Yes they do. Their code name is ‘Hellcats,’ and without saying too much more I both worked with them and trained them at one point in my career.” “Whoa, and they can actually fight full sized Amazons?” I asked curiously. “You can search them online if you want later to verify my story. There are some declassified missions that have been released and the military likes to use them as a PR tool every now and then… but the truth is I consider them to be every bit as deadly as our best Amazonian units.” I thought for a moment, “So you’re willing to try and teach me... what exactly?” “The techniques they use against their bigger enemies for one.” I nodded, “I would appreciate it if you would teach me… what about Bella?” He shook his head, “she’s a sweet girl… but she’s not got the talent or instincts that you have. Between what you did to those idiot daughters of mine, this guy, and saving that girl… you’re not normal.” I stared at him for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, I can agree with that. So when?” “This week on Thursday Fred said you should have some downtime, and then it’ll be Tuesdays and Thursdays after your last class before I begin evening classes for now.” I nodded, “Thank you,” and leaned forward to give him a hug. He hugged me back and put me back down on the floor, “Now we need to get back home and your mommy needs to get you something to eat I think.” I followed him down the hallway and saw that Bella was now on the ground exploring in the nursery behind the closed gate. “Would you please open that?” I asked him pointing towards the gate. He laughed and instead picked me up and sat me down on the other side, “Way easier than figuring out those stupid things…” I sighed and nodded, “Thanks, see you Thursday!” He walked away and I was left alone in the nursery with Bella. “So… umm… what do you think of our room?” “To be honest it’s a little too happy for my tastes. Your dresses are cute though…” I looked up at her and laughed, “At least I don’t have to worry about you raiding my closet…” “Well you’re definitely shorter than me…” she said and it was really the first chance we’d had a chance to be alone together and compare our sizes. While she was short compared to Amanda and all of the other full-grown Amazons, my head still only reached just a little bit above her belly button. As if to emphasize the size difference she reached out to me and picked me up to put me on her hip like a kid would do with a little sibling. “Eeep…” I said. She laughed, “So I get stuck with a baby sister who uses the potty more than me... but I can at least pick her up!” “Don’t I seem at least a little heavy…?” I asked embarrassed as she carried me over towards the toy box. “I’m kind of used to it with fabric bolts… and I used to lift a set of weights at home to try and help if I ever had to fight…” She gave me a hug as she put me down beside the toy box, “So what cool toys do you have?” I pointed towards my computer, “That one and a tablet?” I asked. She shook her head, “Look, if we have to be babies do we at least have some cool toys?” I laughed at that, “You certainly seem happier now?” She stared at me and said, “Well, I can’t change it… so I guess we might as well make the best of it. Mo… Mommy said I should try and find some toys I like and try to play with them at least…” I walked over and hugged her, “I honestly have only opened this once so far. So I guess shall we see what’s in it?” She hugged me and said, “Gagagoogoo.” “That’s not that funny you know…” I told her. She sighed, “Believe me, I know…” as she opened the box up. I remembered from my quick glance most of what was in there. Bella made a face of disgust as she combed through a few things, but it quickly turned into a genuine smile as she picked up a baby doll, “I had one of these when I was a baby…” I couldn’t help but giggle as she held the large baby doll in her hands. “The first time Stacy…” she stuck her tongue out at me. I was glad there was a least a bit of a smile though as she pulled her out and said, “ooh… you have the baby bag… bottles and diapers are in here… but you also have the stroller, the highchair… and… yes even have the playpen!” She was actually sounding almost happy then. “Well I’m glad someone likes it,” Amanda said while stepping over the gate. I looked up guiltily… “Sorry…” “It’s almost my fault for letting you have your other toys, but maybe that doll was just destined for Bella…?” “She’s all yours if you want it…” I said with smirk. “We’ll just have to get another one for you though too,” Amanda said with a smirk, “You can’t have tea parties and practice taking care of your babies otherwise, without one, now can you?” “Umm…” I said awkwardly, “…is dinner ready?” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ This chapter brings the third act of the book to a close. I have another chapter ready to go and hope to get a jump on the next couple this weekend. Thanks everyone that has commented, I really appreciate them! Please keep them coming so I have some motivation to keep going! Thanks to Widowmaker for the idea of the Hellcats, it's a great twist to the universe!