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Chapter 14 Don't speak, I know just what you're sayin'So please stop explainin'Don't tell me 'cause it hurtsDon't speak, I know what you're thinkin'I don't need your reasonsDon't tell me 'cause it hurts No Doubt; "Don't Speak" Footsteps were coming. Shit! “Hide!” Lily hissed to the new girl. Lily dropped to her belly and scurried under the crib closest to the door. New girl was smart enough to do the same. In the half-second it took, for her to react, Lily realized something about the girl: She’d been crawling because she’d wanted to, not because she had to. The Reborns who’d been surgically forced into crawling just weren’t that agile. More importantly she was quicker on the uptake than the other Reborns. Lily had seen more than one Reborn groggily claw their way up to sentience only to be boostered back down into babbling oblivion. It was a little like watching someone come to from anesthesia...right before they were put back to sleep forever. There was none of the crying and questioning; none of the confusion or panic. From the moment Lily had spotted her setting up the distraction in the daycare’s playroom, Lily had known that all gears were well oiled and turning at full speed. Hiding under the crib, the worst possible thought screeched into Lily’s mind: What if this was all a trap? This girl was still obviously in her right mind, not surgically altered, and if she was trying to talk to Neoborns, definitely didn’t know the score. There was no fucking way this woman had spent three months of her life isolated inside a synthetic womb with only pseudo-uterine drugs and darkness to pass the time until she broke. She was faking it; possibly as a way to catch others who were faking it. Any minute now, a grown-up would come through that door, and the girl in the sunflower onesie would make herself known, and then Lily would be dragged screaming onto a changing table or just pinned to the floor where her veins would be pumped with an overdose of the pink shit that made people lose their minds. It was over for her. Over. She’d lost. A deal’s a deal. Those words that increasingly haunted her dreams every time she was lucky enough to remember them came back to her. A deal’s a deal. Lily bit down on her panic and snapped herself out of it. This new girl was a faker, but not a plant. The Rebirthers were crazy and sadistic, yes. However, they were also cocky and self-assured despite all evidence to the contrary. They wouldn’t be paranoid enough to send in sleeper agents. They were freaks and cultists with white-savior complex, not the secret police. Had they looked at their Reborns as anything more than mindless pets, Lily would have been caught by now. Whoever she was, this lady was the real deal. Another person who only had mush in her diapers instead of her skull. The door opened wide, and from her spot underneath the crib, Lily saw four wheels of a cart roll in. “Time for changies, little ones,” a sing-song voice called out in a kind of stage whisper. A chorus of adult gurglings started up. The worker was Mary Beth by the sound of it. Lily had learned all the names of the regular daycare workers, just by listening to them talk to each other. Mary Beth wasn’t the most observant of the lot. Good. They might have a chance. Lily closed her eyes and breathed quick, shallow breaths as Mary Beth went to work, going from crib to crib, lowering the rails, and changing diapers. She’d overheard enough new-trainees this past year to have heard the routine explained right in front of her. Every two hours, the Neoborns were checked, changed, and turned to prevent bedsores. The cart was loaded with diapers, wipes, and a garbage pail. No point in carrying all of them over one by one to one of the changing rooms. Every three hours they were bottle fed and burped; but since Lily didn’t hear any suckling or sloshing, she assumed she’d lucked out. It was a kind of torture, the waiting. Every sound of a tape being ripped off plastic, the crinkling of a diaper being balled up and tossed away so a new one could be unfolded and put on was torture. Mary Beth cooed at and tickled every one, eliciting the giant babies echoes and protests. “Oh, someone’s grumpy, today,” she cooed. “It’s okay, you can get right back to sleep as soon as you’re nice and dry.” Another one sounded happier to see her. “I don’t remember leaving you on your tummy. Someone’s learning how to roll over. Yes they are! Yes they are! Almost ready to go join the big kids.” During all of this, Lily strained her neck to look for the girl in the sunflower onesie. She laid there, alert, but unbothered. If Lily hadn’t known any better, hadn’t seen that fierce spark of awareness in her eyes, she would have thought that the girl had gone catatonic. Lady was stone still. Statue still. Sniper still. It was uncanny. Admiration didn’t last long. “Hep me,” a new voice moaned. A man. “Hep me.” Slurred speech. Pleash. Hep. He sounded confused. Scared. “I’ll help you,” Mary Beth cooed. “Right after I finish changing your diaper, okay sweetie?” Her tone hadn’t fluctuated at all. The poor man might as well have been babbling nonsense. “Notta…” he groaned. “Notta baby.” “Uh-huh.” The sound of tapes coming undone made a vicious irony. “Of course you aren’t, honey. Can you tell me your name?” “Bran...Brandon.” The voice was gaining in both strength and panic. “Get me out of here. I don’t want this anymore.” “Oh, Brandon made poopies. Good boy, Brandon. Your mommy will be super proud.” “I didn’t mean to…” “Of course you didn’t mean to. That’s why you’re wearing a diaper. No worries.” “My fiance. My girlfriend. Is she okay?” Lily wanted to cry, she wanted to scream. “Don’t let me hear this, she screamed inside her own head. “Please don’t make me listen!” Covering her ears, she bit down on her tongue until the iron taste of blood started filling her mouth. Then a terrible thought: How long had this guy been conscious? If he kept talking, he might say he heard and saw others crawling around and talking… Please...please for the love of God just make this quick. “Of course your fiance is alright. You don’t have to worry about her. She’s fine. Everything is going to be fine.” In her heightened state of anxiety, Lily heard the dry grinding of a drawer being opened. “Everything is going to be fine.” “What’s that?” “It’s okay,” Lily heard. “It’s okay. This won’t hurt a bit. Hold still.” “OW! THE FUCK?!” “Shhhhh…..” “Let me out of here! Let...the fu…?” “Shhhh…It’s alright. Just let go.” “Fuga ugga ugga uh?” “That’s right. Thaaaaaat’s right. Good baby.” The man who had once been Brandon quieted down as the last of his brain cells died. If Mary Beth had gotten the dosage right, he might be crawling around in another few weeks to two months. If not, he might just be crib bound for the rest of his life. Lily heard the syringe rattle around in a biohazard container. All she could do is cover her mouth and look across the floor to the girl she had caught. From the look in her eyes she was just starting to piece together the atrocity that had happened. More proof that this woman wasn’t a spy...not for their side anyways. Lily wished that Brandon had been the last to get his diaper changed. But he wasn’t. Mary Beth had four more Neoborns to check, change, and roll over in their cribs. Each one she did just as casually and cheerily as she had with Brandon and the babies before him. Pricking him with that needle and finishing off the job that had started at the Center over three months ago had been just as easy and just as casual as wiping his ass and putting him into another cartoon print diaper. His lost adulthood and the weapon that had reaped it were forgotten by the woman like it was just another shitty nappy in the garbage. The entire ordeal; changing the adult babies who were progressing (or regressing) normally, the pit stop to destroy Brandon’s mind, and then back to business as usual, took less than fifteen minutes all told. It was a tiny eternity for Lily. Her Super Dry Kids was neither super, nor dry, and her bladder being atrophied wasn’t the only culprit. When Mary Beth’s footsteps and the squeaking wheels of the diaper cart had faded away, the both waited a full minute before beginning to drag themselves out. Lily had considerably more difficulty than the woman she’d tracked in here. “What the fuck was that?” the stranger whispered. “Is that guy dead? Drugged? Did he just get hot shotted?” Back in college, Lily had learned that Dante Alighieri famously wrote that on the gates of Hell were the words “Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here”. Only now in this moment did Lily realize that it was not a condemnation, but helpful advice. For over a year. Lily had lived without hope of rescue. She’d endured and kept herself sane only because she’d known deep down that help was never coming for her. She was going to be alone; stuck inside her own head and imprisoned here. Forever. And for the first time in over a year, Lily felt hope. She felt hope and it broke her. “What the hell was that?” The woman said. “Lily? What’s going on? ” She looked over to Brandon, now quietly burbling in his crib. “What’d she do to that guy?” Instead of answering, Lily started trembling. “My name is Lily…” She never thought she’d get to say those words ever again; not to another baby, not to an adult; not even to herself. Sometimes, she feared that she might talk in her sleep, and the baby monitor would broadcast her mumblings out to Mrs. Darling. It was the only reason she deigned to sleep with a pacifier; hoping it would gag her. And the only thing Lily could do was break down and quietly bawl into the palms of her hands. “My name is Lily” she said. “My name is Lily. My name is...I’m...my name is Lily. Lily.” The other girl, no...the woman, shuffled over to Lily. Her adrenaline pumping, Lily recoiled at her presence, for some reason afraid she was going to be spanked. Two strong and steady arms guided Lily up by the shoulders so that she was sitting back on her knees. Tears streaking down her face, Lily could only keep saying those same words again and again. “My name is Lily. My name is Lily.” All the while, her brain was screaming, desperate for recognition, starving for attention, begging for something resembling basic humanity. The woman must’ve been a mind reader. Lily quickly found herself in a hug, sobbing into the woman’s shoulder. “It’s okay, honey,” she shushed. She rubbed Lily’s back, shushing her. “It’s okay. It’s alright. It’s gonna be okay.” Lily had heard these words plenty of times in the past year; but they meant nothing coming from the people who spoke them. This was different. She wasn’t talking to Lily about a clean diaper, or a new bottle, or a relaxing nap. “Please,” Lilly quietly begged, “Please say my name, again. I need to hear it. I need to know you understand me.” “Lily,” the woman said. “Your name is Lily. Your name is Lily and I can understand you and you’re going to be alright.” “And I’m an adult…” “And you’re an adult.” Lily was beyond words when she heard that. She reached for her paci clip and shoved the rubber bulb in her mouth just to muffle her sobs. For the longest minute of her life, Lily just cried into this stranger’s shoulder, trying to keep her voice down while the woman. “Lily?” the woman whispered. “Lily. I’m gonna need you to regain your composure, soon. You can still be upset, but I’m gonna need you “Upset?” Lily whispered, her throat tightening up even as she spoke the words. “I’ve never been so happy in my life! Thank you! Thank you so much! I never thought I’d hear my...my...” Lily lost her words and just started sobbing into the other shoulder. The other diapered woman just hugged her tighter. “Oh, honey. What did they do to you?” It was another minute before Lily could speak again. She took deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Out goes the bad air, in comes the good. Out goes the pain, in comes the numbness. Out goes the hope, in goes the survival instinct. “We need to get out of here,” Lily sniffed. “If they haven’t noticed us missing, they will soon.” The lady looked at the Neoborns in their cribs. “What about them? Brandon and Vicky?” The sore spot on Lily’s tongue where she’d bitten rubbed up against the roof of her mouth. Mary Beth hadn’t mentioned Vicky by name. How did this lady know her? “Everybody in here is screwed.” The cramp came. “The ones that didn’t break in the womb get stuck with the needle.” Lily grunted. “If they know you’re normal, you’ll get the needle, too. We need to go.” Her nose wrinkled as her diaper sagged a bit more. She pivoted on all fours and crawled for the door. “Did you just poop yourself?” The lady didn’t sound disgusted as much as she sounded distrubed. Heat flushed on Lily’s cheeks and for the first time in over twelve months, Lily remembered what it was like to feel shame. She’d known she was pooping. It’d just been so long since anybody dressed like her cared that she did, (and even the ones who didn’t look like her only cared that they’d have another ass to wipe) She looked back over her shoulder. “Pee your pants,” she said. The woman blanched. “Excuse me?” “Have you been changed since you got here?” Lily asked. “No…” “Pee your pants. If you were really a Reborn you’d have wet your diaper by now.” “What…?” Lily pivoted back around. This woman was good, but she needed to learn a few things. Her getting caught would get Lily caught. “You’re like...FBI or something? You’re a spy? Undercover cop?” “Something like that.” “They don’t know you’ve got a grown-up brain,” Lily said, her face blank despite the load in her pants. “If you wanna survive, give them as few reasons as possible. You’re going to have shit in a couple hours anyways. That formula you were drinking is a laxative. You have to look like the idea of holding it in didn’t even occur to you. Because it literally doesn’t to everybody else.” The woman looked blown away. Still on her knees she looked down at the bulge beneath her waist beneath her onesie. “How can you even tell?” Stone faced, Lily looked at what might be her savior. “This has been my life for the last thirteen months. The closest people I have to friends all wear these things. I know when they’re wet.” She turned back around. “C’mon.” Lily opened the door up just a smidge crawling through the hallway like she owned the place. The real babies didn’t know they weren’t where they were supposed to be, why should she? She felt a pinch on her leg. She turned around and saw the undercover cop mouth “Hold on.” Lily watched and stared as the woman released her bladder. She’d have to get better at that. When the woman nodded her head, the duo began crawling again, down the halls. The crinkling from her onesie was less pronounced. Diaper wasn’t quite as crisp. Good. Might help for stealth. They couldn’t be found too deep without rousing suspicions. Thankfully most Rebirthers were too self-obsessed to think critically. She felt another pinch on her ankle and looked back over her shoulder. Cop lady jerked her head towards the nearest playroom entrance. Lily just shook her head and kept crawling. They’d already been missed at the playroom, and the caretakers wouldn’t feel good enough about themselves if Lily had successfully snuck back in. They were going to get caught. The pair just had to get caught on their terms. Crawling forward, Lily lead her new ally to the front, right for the receptionist desk. The lady on duty-Michelle if Lily remembered correctly-was busy texting on her cell. Effortlessly, Lily reached up and grabbed the little desk bell and set it on the floor. Plopping down on her butt, Lily smashed the top of the of the bell gracelessly. The lumpy mess spreading around barely registered thanks to the adrenaline. DING! “Heeeeeeeee! Hehehee!” Lily clapped her hands, and threw a look towards the cop. “Now you,” she said with her eyes more than her lips. Lily watched as the confused woman who clearly didn’t know just how deep she was in go glassy eyed and ding the bell. The look of joy and shock as it dinged seeming spontaneous and genuine; as did the resulting giggle. Okay. Faith restored. Lady didn’t know. The receptionist looked over the counter at them. “Hmmm?” A look of recognition crossed her face. She reached over and picked up the desk phone. “Found ‘em,” she said. “Athena and Daphne. I don’t know about Carla. They’re out here.” So Daphne was her name, or at least her alias. Lily would remember that. Of all the people who could come and collect them, it was Mary Beth. “Well hello!” she said. Like a toddler that hadn’t quite figured out English, Lily smiled a big pumpkin tooth grin. Daphne followed suit. “Daphne, your daddy said you were a little explorer! But Athena what’s gotten into you?!” The woman’s voice was sugary, but her eyes were probing. “Were you makin’ friends? Is that it? Is that it?” Time for plan P. Lily got back on all fours and wrapped her arms around the functional adult’s thigh and nuzzled her forehead into the woman’s kneecap; giggling all the while. Instead of copying Lily directly, Daphne rang the bell again. DING! Mary Beth looked down at Lily and sniffed. “Oh ho, someone’s getting cuddly. I know what that means!” Lily felt the woman shift her weight so she could bend over and pull back the waistband on Lily’s diaper. “Thought so!” The five percent of suspicion lingering in her voice dropped down to not even one. “Were you looking for someone to change you? Were you? I bet you were?” In the time that she’d been here, Lily had developed her own habits and voluntary tells to not-so-subtly communicate her needs. One of them was that most everytime she shit herself, she’d become very affectionate and cuddly towards whoever her caregiver was. They couldn’t help but smell the load in her pants and would change her. It was an open secret that this is what ‘Athena’ did when she needed changing; for messy diapers at least, Athena never minded (and Lily never pressed her luck) sitting in a wet one. But such behavior had been written off as just childish enough to not think anything of it. Listening to the so-called mother’s talk, Riley wouldn’t barely eat anything unless it involved chocolate or cheese and Mikey would sometimes try to masturbate during diaper changes. Reborns were kids, and kids still had quirks and personalities. ‘Athena’s’ just happened to serve a practical need, and in doing so Lily had actually managed to condition her captors ever so slightly. Mary Beth sighed, gently pried Lily’s arms off her thigh and stepped over the girl so she could check Daphne’s diaper. “You’re only a little wet, Daphne, but might as well change you too.” Daphne didn’t even flinch. Just like every other Reborn, she seemed largely unconcerned with what was going on between her kneecaps and belly button. Lady was a quick study. If Lily hadn’t seen what she’d already seen, she would have written the girl in the sunflower onesie off, too. Daphne was the real deal. That dangerous emotion called hope started glowing to the forefront of Lily’s mind. “Come on,” Mary Beth gestured, even going so far as to pat her thigh like she was beckoning a pair of dogs. “Follow me, babies! Follow me!” Lily and Daphne did not confer. They both knew not to. They just followed the pretty smiling woman who was slowly leading them to the changing room. Mary Beth didn’t notice Daphne checking the door after she’d closed it, but Lily did. What Daphne should have been checking for was whatever drawer those syringes were stored in. Lily didn’t know where they were kept, either, but this room was always high on the list of contenders. It’s why even now, she had to swallow a lump in her throat as Mary Beth lifted her up onto the changing table. Her cover was unsnapped, and her soiled imitation Pampers was exposed. No chest restraint. Lily tended not to squirm and Mary Beth tended to be lazy as far as safety was concerned. Another small freedom earned by pretending. As her diaper came off, she tilted her head to the side, lazily. Daphne watched intently as Lily had her genitals cleaned and her ass wiped. She’d long gotten used to having her diaper changed to the point where it literally didn’t bother her anymore. The coldness of a toilet seat first thing in the morning had been replaced by baby wipes; the roaring flush replaced with the click of a pail and the soft crinkling of a fresh diaper. To sit the porcelain throne was a decadent fantasy indeed. Lily could barely remember what the act felt like. She hadn’t dared ream...she might start to dream. “You like that?” Mary Beth cooed, slipping a fresh SDK beneath her. “You like being all clean? You’ll really like this.” Lily felt a jolt of panic but did not show it. She sensed, more than felt Mary Beth reach for something beneath the counter. A needle? Maybe… Lily couldn’t see...she dared not react. “This won’t hurt a bit. Hold still.” Fuck. This was it. No point in resisting. One sharp pain and then it’d all be over. She really would be Athena. But a deal was a deal. She jumped a bit as chilled cornstarch baby powder was sprinkled onto her bottom. “Chilly, huh?” The adult said as she pulled the diaper up over Lily’s hips and taped it shut. “This’ll help keep those good smells goin’.” The diaper cover was reapplied and buttoned, and Lily was placed safely down on the floor. What must have been Daphne’s first diaper change since at least kindergarten was equally uneventful. She even sucked on her thumb, appearing bored more than anything. Once they were both cleaned, it was time for them to follow their guard back into the main nursery. “Look who I found!” Mary Beth announced. “These little rascals were just having a good ol’ time. Changed them, too.” “I found Carla, too.” Another caretaker, Kendra, said. “No idea how she made it to the lounge.” “Too many new kids,” yet another lamented. “We gotta get some more room and some more staff.” “Or at least some baby gates.” “Was Daphne poopy?” “No such luck. Formula hasn’t kicked in, yet.” “Darn. Thought I’d dodged a bullet.” Lily crawled away, not even needing to pretend that she didn’t care what the caretakers were talking about. She simply counted the minutes by playing with a nearby bead maze. “Is literally everybody else here completely zonked out?” Daphne whispered a half hour later when the coast was clear. “Mmmhmmm….” “And the ones who aren’t, end up like that Brandon guy; or Vicky?” “Mmmmhmmm…” “And you’re the only one who knows that this isn’t normal?” Images of Trinh flashed across Lily’s mind. “How did you know Vicky?” Lily whispered. “Friend?” “She’s who I was sent to save.” An unexpected surge of anger boiled the front of Lily’s forehead. Because of course someone sent in a rescue operation and it had nothing to do with her. Because of course no one cared enough about Lily to notice she was missing. “Too late.” “So you’re the only one left?” Again, Lily thought of Trinh; a poor girl with a sadistic woman for a Mommy who knew she was playing with a full deck and enjoyed tormenting her with that knowledge. “Yeah,” Lily said. “Yeah. I am.” Lily felt guilty...but just a little guilty. “How have you lasted this long?” Half remembered memories of a devil in snakeskin boots: A deal is a deal. “Just lucky, I guess.”

Scene 29 Well, there’s a first time for everything, and most of things happen at a fairly young age. I think my brother was 12 when he did it for the first time. Somehow I got all the way to 30 before I ran away to my grandma’s house. Or really Nana’s house. Maybe not run away, exactly, so much as disappear over there for a few hours while avoiding Mary. It felt like going on an adventure after so many months cooped up. I had been on walks and drives but this was the very first time since March I’d gone over to Nana’s. I guess one of the benefits to having a retired friend in a quarantine is you know they’re going to be home and won’t be busy. I knocked on the backdoor and stepped back a few feet. “Hi,” Nana said to me when she slid open her patio door. “Hi. Can I hang out for a while?” “Of course. Would you like to come inside?” “Yes, but I think it’s better to stay outside.” “Okay. Can I bring you anything?” I held up my water bottle and she stepped outside, closing the screen door behind her. We sat down in her chaise lounges under the patio umbrella. “I’m glad you came over. I miss your visits.” “Me too. I miss, well, everything. I wanna go out.” “Things are starting to reopen. I’m sure you can find some safe things to do.” “We’re thinking about it. Mary is ... she’s worried about me. She doesn’t want to take any risks. I’m worried about me, but I’m ready to take some baby steps.” “You can’t stay cooped up until there’s a vaccine. You’ll both go insane.” I grimaced at the very thought of that. “Mary isn’t quite there yet. I think if I weren’t immunocompromised, she’d feel different, but her exact words last night were, ‘You’re my little gold nugget, and I’m not taking you out where there are virus breathing dragons.’ ... She’s such a nerd sometimes.” “That’s sweet of her. I can understand that. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to dip a toe in the water.” “Literally. I wanna go to a pool so bad. Or the beach.” But it could hurt, is the thing. It seems small, but it’s really not. It’s the same risk as back in March. “Maybe we could start small. You could come inside.” “I think I should ask permission first,” I said because I’m apparently I’m nine. Or not nine, just someone who knows there might be consequences to breaking the social distancing rules. “You wouldn’t get in trouble for coming inside,” Nana said like someone who doesn’t get how domestic discipline works. I can get in trouble for anything if Mary decides. “I’m already in trouble today,” I fessed hope. “I came over to hide,” I said as the blood rushed to my face. “What happened, sweetie?” “I deleted something from Mary’s work computer by accident. Or at least I think I did. I would’ve tried to fix it, but she told me to just let it be. I think I got it coming when she’s done with work.” “You shouldn’t be playing on her computer,” my Nana said in an odd way. Like, when did she become an a actual nana telling me what I should and shouldn’t do? “I was just reading the news,” I protested softly. “I just closed something by accident.” “Well, I don’t think you’ll get in too much trouble for that. It was an accident.” “I know. I don’t think it’s going well at work for Mary. She was in her office with the door closed for a couple hours yesterday, and she was really quiet when she came out. I don’t know why.” I tried to talk it out of her, but she didn’t want to. I gave up and tried to just snuggle with her while we watched TV, but she ended up taking a bath with the door closed. She usually leaves it open. “Well, I bet things will work out, whatever it is. They usually do, and I know because I’m old.” “You are not old,” I said to her, even though she kinda is. She’s at that age where she could be old if she wasn’t energetic, but she is, so she’s just advanced in her years, as I like to think about it. I get kinda sad when I think about the people I care about getting old. We sat there quietly for a minute, and then Nana said, “I was going to save this, but you seem like you need some cheering up. Be right back.” I was hoping she’d come back with some wine or other consciousness altering substance, because it sucks being in your right frame of mind all the time. Mary and I both tried to turn a corner with the pandemic diet, and I do think we both feel better, but it also sorta took away one of the few things we had to look forward to every day. Nana came smiling so big. That’s my kinda person, the kind that’s so excited to give a gift, which it apparently was because it was in a gift wrapped box. “You didn’t hafta do that,” I said partly to be polite and partly because I meant it. I love giving gifts, and second to that is getting them. “Well,” she said as she sat down again and passed me the box, “I got time on my hands and didn’t get you anything for your birthday.” “You didn’t have to get me anything for my birthday.” Though technically as I was empress for a day, I should’ve gotten tribute from my admirers and vassals. “It’s just a little something I made. Open it.” Trying to have a little decorum even though fuck yeah presents, I opened it carefully. “I wasn’t really sure if this was something you’d like, but I saw the other one and thought maybe it would be and you look so cute in the one you have so if you don’t like it you don’t hafta wear it,” she rambled nervously. I folded back the tissue paper to find a lavender colored shirt with a rainbow on it. Okay, not something I’d wear out of the house, but okay for around the house. “Thank you. I ...” paused as I lifted it from the box. “It’s ... uh,” I tried and couldn’t even mumble. I think I blushed so hard I had a mini-stroke. “Thank ... thank you.” “You don’t like it,” Nana concluded. She didn’t sound unhappy, more just disappointed with herself. “No, I ... it’s just a surprise, is all,” I said covering, or trying to. “Well, like I said, if you don’t like it that’s fine. I just took a little chance, and it gave me something to do.” “No, I will wear it. Really. I just, um, am surprised to, um, get a onesie from you.” “Is that what you call them? I thought a onesie was footie pajamas.” “O, no. I call them a onesie. What do you call it,” I asked because etymology is good distraction when you want to not talk about your Nana sewing you a onesie. “When I was growing up,” Nana said, “we called them diaper shirts.” Well, fuck my life. And fuck etymology, too. It failed me. And when the heck did she see me wearing a onesie? “Heh. So, um, you sewed this from scratch?” “No, i actually bought two of the shirts and used materials from the second to make the flap. Turn it over.” Yep, second rainbow right on the butt. Well, it is Pride Month. “That’s how I make them for all my grandbabies.” Nana realized what she’d just said and turned almost as red as me. “I don’t mean...” “I know. It’s cute. Ill definitely wear it.” “Good. Like I said, you don’t have to be embarrassed about the things you like around me.” “Okay,” I said, not having the heart to explain where that statement went astray, for my own benefit more than hers though I didn’t really want to explain any more link to Nana. “When did you see me wearing one of these?” “Out on your patio with Mary one evening, from my window.” “O. Guess we’re really not as alone as we think sometimes.” “Just me,” she said, “and I don’t mind. And Mary was right about the pacifier . Too cute.” “Well, thanks for being understanding. I should probably go home and start making dinner. Maybe that’ll get me some brownie points and Mary won’t be so mad at me.” “I doubt very much she’s mad at you,” Nana said. “I’m pretty sure she is. Usually if I’m in trouble, I get my consequence right away. Even in public. She only makes me wait when she’s angry.” “In public?” “Hmm?” Did someone say public, because I sure didn’t. Nothing happens in public. Ever. Stupid mouth saying stuff without consulting with my brain first. Where is that friggin’ pacifier when I actually need it? “Anyhoo,” I said, and Nana took the hint. “Well, take it from me, Daffy, Mary isn’t mad at you. I can sense these things. It’s a special Nana power.” “I just hope it wasn’t important, whatever I deleted.” “You’ll feel better if you find out. Run along home, and maybe tomorrow we’ll talk about you coming inside my house. Or me in yours. Who knows? By the end of the week, you could even go eat out on a patio.” I took my present home and started on dinner. I decided to make a veggie and chicken pasta salad. It was too hot for hot food, and there was enough time for it to chill in the fridge before dinner time. I went upstairs to put my present away, and I was surprised to find Mary on the bed. I thought she was in her office. I tiptoed to my dresser and left the box there, not wanting to open a drawer and make it squeak or something. “Whatcha doing, pumpkin,” Mary asked. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” I whispered. She rolled over and sat up. She looked like she’d been crying. I felt my stomach fall through my feet. “I was just resting my eyes. Come sit with me.” I climbed on the bed and crawled toward her, sitting in the space she made for me beside her. “Is everything okay?” “Fine,” she said in the way people say it that makes it clear it is not fine. Not fine at all. Here’s the disadvantage of domestic discipline: when something bugs me, Mary has a tried and true way of getting me to talk about it, but when something is bugging her, I don’t have that option. “No it’s not,” I said. She turned and kissed me on the head. Well, I was not gonna be put off. I can be quite forceful when called to be. “Tell me.” “It’s just work stuff.” “So? I tell you work stuff ... when I’m employed.” “You got your big girl britches on today or something?” “I’m a big girl everyday,” I said a little petulantly. “I just wanna know what made you cry so I can tell them to be nice to you.” “I had to lay someone off today.,” she said. “I’ve never had to do that before. Adverse effect of being a boss.” She’d been in her new position for not quite a year. “I’m sorry. That’s terrible. I thought your company is doing well.” “It could be doing better. Here, sit up for me.” I did, and she stood up from the bed, turned, grabbed my ankles, and pulled so I was flat on the bed with my knees over the side. Don’t gotta be a rocket scientist to know where this was going. “I’m sorry I deleted that thing,” I said, trying to get out of it. “I rescued it. Just please be more careful.” “Well, I think you should spank me for it. Very hard.” Maybe a distraction would do the trick, and I’d muuuuuch rather get spanked than hafta wear a diaper. “No, that’s okay. No harm done,” Mary said as she got a diaper and stuff from the closet. “But I didn’t tell you the other stuff I did today. I, um, spent more than $100 without telling.” “Uh huh,” Mary said as she peeled my shorts down along with my underwear. “I told lies.” “Butt up,” she said as she lifted my ankles and bent me backward until my butt was off the bed. “I didn’t do my chores.” “I watched you do ‘em, silly.” She plucked a wipe from the thing and ran it where - ooh! it was cold. Talk about a sensation to steal your train of thought. “Well, I, um, hhh! I - Ahh! Maryyyy! Eee!- I - Ah! - I - I committed wire fraud,” I said kinda loud with my eyes pinched shut. “Daphne Ann!” Wait, that’s what gets her attention? She is so weird sometimes. At least her finger wasn’t ... “You naughty girl. Look at this.” I picked my head up. “What do you have to say for yourself?” That I wish I were a tree. Not fair. I let my head fall back to the mattress and crossed my arms over my eyes. “Nuh uh,” Mary said, taking my arms away from my face. “You are too old to be forgetting to clean up after the potty.” “I do,” I whined. So unfair! Put up job! I’m good at the potty! One of the world’s all time greats, and she damn well knows it, so there! Nyeh! “Then what am I holding?” “You stuck our finger halfway up my ...” SMACK! “Ow!” “A girl your age.” SMACK SMACK SMACK SPANK! “You just might not be ready to use the potty on your own.” SMACK SMACK CRACK! “Mary, that is so not fair!” She practically poked me in the brain. No one is clean in there. I mean, have you heard some of the things they call that part of human anatomy? Gross. “I decide what’s fair, little girl.” “I. Am. Notalittlegirl!” WHACK! Okay, that one legit hurt. “Who just got her bottom cleaned?” “My bottom is on the outside,” I shot back. SMACK! “Ow!” “Tsk tsk tsk.” “Stop tsking me!” I whined again. She put my legs down, and my feet were flat on the bed. “Now we’ll clean your front, too.” “Mary, I just - hhh! Ooh - Mar - mmm.” It’s impossible to argue a point when someone is - ooh! Hahuhhahaha. Mary is kinda awesome at - hehehe. “Well, you can have your underoos back tomorrow, but you had better keep them pristine, little girl, or I’ll wash your bottom myself and spank your pink little bum dry.” That is such a mixed incentive. She’s an evil genius. She could totally run a death star. “Now,” she said as she pulled that stupid diaper up between my legs, “you just keep this on for tonight. Maybe a break from your undies will help you remember what a special privilege they are and how important it is to keep them clean.” “They are clean,” I protested as she sealed the tapes shut. I do gotta admit, though never to Mary, that when she gets it taped just right it feels sorta like a hug down there. She held out her hands for me to sit up, and I looked right at her and said, “Go wash.” She laughed all the way to the bathroom. I hopped off the bed, crinkling all the way, and picked up my clothes. “Ahem,” Mary said to me from the door to our bathroom. Dammit! Dammit all to crap! “I was just ...” “I see what you were doing. Well?” “They’re clean,” I said as I handed her my panties. I was just double checking, because, well, because it’s my right as a grown up to not have to explain myself. Except to Mary. Stop looking at me like that! “You know, sweetie pie,” she said with that look where you can see the evil wheels are turning in her head, “if they’re so important to you, you could always wear them under your diapees.” “Diaper! -per. Don’t make it worse than it is,” I decided to argue because I don’t know why, “and no. That’s gross.” “Could be a good punishment.” “I could never wear them again.” “You could, if we wash them well.” “You know what I think,” I said, “I think you should wear a diaper for being so mean.” “Don’t be silly, you silly goose.” “Iamnotasillygoose,” I whine shouted. “Tsk tsk tsk.” Welp, Nana was right. Our prolonged quarantine has driven us both insane. The seeds of it were there before, but we’ve been pushed over the edge. That’s how I explain those fifteen minutes. “Sit back down, honey.” I did. “Wuddya get,” she asked turning to the box. “Nana made it for me.” I swear, you would’ve thought she’d opened a moving box and found pot a of leprechaun gold and spanking porn. “It’s perfect! Did you say thank you?” “Yes.” “Let’s get it on you. Arms up.” I was shortly wearing the thing, and Nana had done a good job. I hadn’t noticed she’d sewn elastic around the leg holes. “It’s a good thing you’re cute,” my wife said to me after she’d stepped back and admired me. She’s always admiring me. She’s a predator is what she is. She’s a siren out to wreck my ship and steal my picnic basket. “You’ll have to make her a card.” I’m thirty. I don’t make cards. I send thank you notes. “Mary?” “Mhmm?” I took her hand and sat back down on the bed and she sat with me. “I think you should spank me.” “Why is that, honey?” “You had a bad day. You’ll feel better.” “I feel better.” “I don’t believe you. I think you’re covering.” “C’mere.” I scooched over. “Today sucked. I hope I never have to do that again, and I feel awful that I had to. It wasn’t my choice, and I feel much, much worse for that person, but I want you to know that we’re going to be okay, and that I don’t want you worrying about that or about my work or about any of that stuff.” “But I do.” “But you shouldn’t.” “But I should. We’re a team. That’s how it works. Lemme do something to make you feel better.” “You did, honey.” “I didn’t do anything.” “Well, let’s see what you did. You obeyed, you held still, you made the most adorable little faces, you turned the prettiest shades of red, you pouted o so cutely, and you’re pretty as a picture in your rainbow onesie ... and the grumpy face you’re making right now is too much to even stand,” she added with a giggle. She patted her lap and I swung my legs over and gave her the hug she needed. “You’re not allowed to be sad alone,” I lectured her. “You’d have given me an earful if I wouldn’t say what was bothering me and spent the evening in the bathtub alone.” “Of course I would’ve. You’re too little to deal with emotions that strong all on your lonesome.” “Mary, I’m trying to be serious here.” “I know, sweetie. I’m sorry. I’m okay now.” THWUMP. “Urghmmm.” “You are just whiney butt today.” THWUMP. Fine. If patting my butt is gonna make her smile, fine. Just friggin’ fine. “Mary? Can we go out soon?” “Yeah. Let’s talk about it after dinner.” ”Mary, if I didn’t delete your thing, why do I hafta a wear a punishment diaper?” ”You’re not, little girl.” “Then what is it?” ”It’s a diaper,” Mary said, tapping out the last two syllables on my nose. I’m pretty sure she’d just wrapped a sympathy card around my butt. Well, that’s new and different.

So, I've tried dark and trippy I've tried science fictiony reality warping And I've tried whatever the hell this is I've reached the point where I'm just doing a shameless, totally unrealistic fap fantasy because why not. Let me know what you think! Tick. Tock. By: The Unknown Author Tick I’m fairly certain the clock is mocking me. Tock Its expressionless face watches intently, withholding the sound I want, or need, rather, to hear. Tick With my back to the clock, seated on the tiny stool in the corner, the “Naughty Stool” was its name, and it was a bitch to sit on for more than a minute, let alone the hour I had been sentenced. Tock Punishing as it was, it served its purpose, all I could do was sit here and think about what had put me here. Tick I remembered watching my kids on this very stool as they grew up, feeling pride in my abilities as a parent that they were being taught a lesson, that my punishment would correct their behavior and ensure they’d grow into well adjusted and responsible adults. Tock Four children had sat on this stool before me. My oldest now off at college, the twins blossoming into lovely young women looking forward to the end of their time in high school next month, and my youngest, the one we’d accidentally made after too much wine and celebration at my husband’s birthday party would be a teenager sooner than I cared to believe. Tick Four daughters worth of parenting under my belt and here I sit at the bottom of the totem pole, my role as responsible adult a distant memory. Tock I didn’t have to wonder about where I’d gone wrong, that was obvious, but I did wonder why I’d put up so little resistance to all of this, was being submissive to my husband sexually so deeply ingrained in me that it overrode my very personality? Tick When we’d met in college he was up front and open about his kinks and desires, making me aware of his fondness for submissiveness from his female companions. I’d listened to him and blushingly confessed my own desires to be treated like a little girl, to be loved and cared for in gentle and compassionate ways but also to be stripped of my adulthood and made to be less than what I actually was in the bedroom. Tock The first time he played Daddy in bed I cried as he held me and stroked my hair. Not having a pacifier to quiet me, he gently inserted my thumb into my mouth, when the sight of me sucking my thumb for him brought the blood to his manhood, that replaced my thumb and my first experience giving head became the foundation for our sexual relationship. Tick After college we got married and moved into our house, a whole place just for us that we could let our imaginations run wild in when our lust bloomed, which it did quite often. The first night in our new home, he gave me a bath and carried me to the bedroom wrapped up in a towel, an adorable Barbie towel he’d bought for me the previous Summer. That was the night he’d introduced diapers into our play time, drying me off lovingly and putting my hair into pigtails before laying me down and asking me if I was interested in trying something new. Tock The “diaper” he put on me wasn’t exciting in the least, it was thin and bland, designed for discretion and functionality more than anything else. Having spent my teenage years babysitting, I knew that this ugly thing I’d let him pull up my legs wasn’t a diaper any more than I was a baby for agreeing to wear it, which made the whole thing kind of a letdown for me if I’m being honest. I wanted to feel little, to feel like my Daddy was taking care of me and doing the responsible thing and putting me back in diapers because I was too little to be trusted not to have accidents, but all I felt was silly and awkward. Tick That first time wasn’t great. I’d slipped into my role of baby just as he’d done with his role of Daddy, but when I wet the diaper while he held and rocked me, it had leaked all over both of us and destroyed what little magic was attained that night. Taking the initiative, I set to work ordering real diapers for myself as well as a few cute outfits to add flavor to the fantasy, surprising him a few weeks later when he came home to find me in our bedroom on the floor in my new, very cute and very thick diapers and a little play dress that barely reached the top of said diapers. Tock That was the night we made Lily, our oldest. He was so surprised and pleased with my purchases that his pants nearly split trying to contain his massive erection. When the time came to change my wet diaper he took me and we shared in what can only be described as the single most passionate and satisfying sex either of us had ever had, and we went to sleep that night with me in a fresh diaper cuddled up in his embrace as I contentedly suckled my new pacifier. Tick When I found out I was pregnant I was terrified to tell him, sure that he would be against having a baby that would put an end to our play, or maybe that was my fear and I just didn’t want to admit it, either way, when I told him he was elated and we began the task of preparing for our new bundle of joy. When we started the nursery we made a game of having me play baby to test everything out as we got it set up, diaper changes on the changing table, toys to play with on the floor, he even put me in the crib a few times to look down on me and smile as he reassured me that he could have two babies and not let either one feel more or less loved by their Daddy. As I got bigger, my time as baby came less and less often, and I would sit in the nursery and look at the wall where he’d painted “Alexis’s Nursery” on the wall for me to give me a feeling that all of this was really for me, and I’d cry, but never tell him that I’d done it. Tock When Lily came it was the happiest day of both our lives, our family grew and our bond as husband and wife strengthened as we gained the titles of mother and father. He started out trying to keep things between us the way they had been, changing me the same time he changed Lily, feeding me a bottle as Lily nursed from my breasts, but it didn’t have the same feel as before. Sure, having my diaper changed alongside my infant daughter flipped my switches, but I felt guilty for wanting to be a baby when I was required to be a responsible mother, and my interest in being a baby for him diminished until it faded entirely by the time we were preparing for Lily’s first birthday. Tick As Lily grew up and became more independent, both mine and Daddy’s desires built back up, our former playtime resuming when Lily started preschool. He drove when we dropped Lily off that first day, and when we got back to the car he gently but firmly insisted I sit in the carseat like a good girl or else Daddy would have to punish his baby girl. When he talked to me that way it always made my nipples stiffen and my panties damp, my desire to drop to my knees and suck him off in the parking lot where any soccer mom could see filled my mind as I obeyed and squeezed myself into the carseat, pouting at the fact that I couldn’t properly sit in it, the three point harness locked between my thighs pressing against my sex as I thought of all the things Daddy was going to do to me when we got back home. Tock He surprised me with the reveal that he’d turned his office into a little nursery space for me, cleaning everything up and making it a private space for me to play and enjoy the things that Lily had outgrown as well as a crib and changing table of my very own. I blushed when he saw it for the first time, the knowledge that my little side was more of a baby than our preschool aged daughter drove me wild, a fact I made him aware of four times that afternoon in various positions all over my nursery. Tick Lily caught me when she was six, the nursery door left unlocked one weekend afternoon while she was supposed to be napping, the time when I would slip into my nursery and play with my toys in my diapers and baby clothes to recharge my batteries until Daddy got home and properly satisfied me once Lily was down for the night. I will tell you this, I was thankful for the diaper I had on, because being in my safe and quiet nursery, engrossed in playing quietly on the floor in a diaper and t-shirt with my hair done up in pigtails and pacifier in my mouth only for my ninja silent daughter to suddenly appear behind me and giggle before declaring that I was a baby made me actually piss myself in shock. Tock We sat Lily down and Daddy explained that I was just playing house, like she used to play, but since I had no one to play with because Daddy was at work, I was just playing baby alone. I couldn’t have been more embarrassed at having to sit there listening to him explain to our daughter that I was playing baby, and then sit on the bed later that night and listen to him lecture me about not locking the nursery door when I was playing and also playing without his supervision. She never made mention of it, but I’m sure she must have heard me being spanked that night. Tick When the twins were born I slipped further into the role of baby, the birth of two babies weakening my bladder muscles to the point that some form of protection was required at all times to guard against the leaks I experienced when laughing or sneezing or even just having a sudden accident without warning. Lily was a tremendous help with Hannah and Grace, stepping in to change diapers and feed one of the babies while I or Daddy handled the other. Lily had never brought up my playing baby since she stumbled upon me that one and only time, but she casually suggested I go play while she took care of the babies one afternoon, and we both knew what she meant. Daddy agreed that Lily was right and would be more than capable of watching her sisters for a little bit while I went and played, and the shame of being told by my eight year old daughter to go play baby, reinforced by Daddy’s agreement, as well as my noticing that my daytime protection was in need of changing was too much humiliation for me to handle and I scurried off to my nursery several shades of red darker. Tock As the girls got older, Lily took more of a maternal role around the house, caring for her sisters and surprising us by making dinners and preparing lunches, and my feelings of being a less than effective parent began to rise. Daddy would tease me by saying that I could let Lily step into the role of Mommy and focus on being his baby in a more permanent capacity. I knew he was joking, but it still stung, and my emotions boiled over one day when Lily took the initiative to get the twins down for their nap without involving me in her decision and I sent her to the very stool I found myself on now. When Daddy came home he was very unhappy with me, and made me apologize to Lily as if I were her peer rather than her guardian. When I refused, he arranged for the girls to stay the night with my mother and put me in my proper place with a series of spankings and a night in a messy diaper. Tick By the time the twins were in school, the dynamic of our family unit had already begun to shift into what it is today. Lily was the responsible, maternal young lady of the house, balancing her school and social life while also taking care of things around the house, her sisters looking up to her and obeying her commands more often than they did my own. I’d regularly send them to the naughty stool for disobeying me, only to have Lily undermine my authority the instant she discovered them in the corner. When I reminded her that I was her mother and that she needed to obey me, she smirked at me knowingly and mused that I must need a nap because of how cranky I was acting. The one and only time I ever spanked our children happened that day, though it wasn’t nearly as effective as I’d imagined it would be given my lack of experience as a disciplinarian. Lily didn’t cry or beg me to stop, she merely let me do what I set out to do and asked me if I was finished and if I felt better as she got off my lap and pulled her pants back up. Tock I hid in my nursery until Daddy came home, knowing he would side with Lily and show me what a real spanking looked like, I just prayed he wouldn’t do it in front of the girls and remove whatever sense of authority I still felt I had in the house. When he came home I heard Lily telling him what I’d done, the whole thing sounding like a babysitter explaining to a returning parent that their brat of a child had misbehaved and needed to be dealt with properly. I wished I’d gone to our bedroom instead of the nursery, being surrounded by the trappings of my secret life made me feel safe and secure but also cast a harsh light on what I truly was at heart, a big baby in need of Daddy’s firm hand. Tick He never came into the nursery that night, he talked with Lily for a long while, the smell of her cooking coming in to where I sat in my sodden diaper making my stomach growl with hunger. I texted him to ask him if he was mad at me, and he didn’t respond. I changed myself into a dry diaper and grabbed a bottle of juice and a jar of baby food from the small fridge we’d placed in the nursery and fed myself and got myself ready for bed, sullenly sucking my pacifier as I lay in my crib listening to Daddy and the girls laughing and watching television. When the house was finally quiet, the girls tucked in for the night and him in our bedroom, I texted him again to ask if he was mad at me, and he replied with four simple words that shattered my world, “Go to sleep, baby.”. Tock Lily’s smiling face greeted me as I woke up the next morning in my crib, my overnight diaper swollen and discolored from my shameful bed wetting habit that had only gotten worse over the years. I scrambled to cover myself, demanding to know how she’d gotten in, knowing I’d locked the door when I’d come in there the day before. She held up a small key, a mirror to the one that I had, the one that was still on the small table by the door, and I knew before she even said it that Daddy had given it to her. She told me that Daddy had asked her to check on me because he’d been called away on business for the week and needed to leave first thing in the morning. I felt betrayed and belittled and abandoned in addition to hopelessly humiliated as my daughter lowered the side of my crib and commented on how wet my diaper was after giving the swollen core of it a few teasing prods. Tick Having your teenage daughter, at the behest of your husband, enter your safe space, your fortress of fetish solitude and establish herself as an authority figure akin to a babysitter is emotionally devastating to say the least. Reeling from everything that was happening and struggling to deal with my emotions, I cried as she stood there watching me. I didn’t cry like I’d had a bad day at work or like I’d hurt myself, I bawled like the overgrown infant I was dressed as, the kind of ugly crying that taps into a primal place within that is raw emotion devoid of thought and concern for anyone that may be present’s perception of you. I had an emotional meltdown in front of my teenage daughter, and she did what a good mother would do, she gave me my pacifier and hugged me until I calmed down. Tock Lily agreed to let me change myself and left me to do so, reminding me to get dressed before I came downstairs for breakfast. The insinuation that I would somehow forget to get dressed or worse that I was too much of a baby to do so without a reminder brought fresh tears of shame, but I did as I was told and joined my daughters in the kitchen for breakfast. Hannah and Grace giggled at my pigtails when I entered the kitchen, making me wonder whether they also knew what was going on or if they were just giggling because I had pigtails. Lily shook her head and smirked as if she knew I’d mess up the simple task she’d given me and calmly told her sisters to quiet down, which they immediately did. Sitting there at the breakfast table watching Lily bustle around the kitchen as she expertly prepared breakfast made me feel so small and inadequate as the twins whispered and giggled across from me, making me paranoid that I’d forgotten something else that I wasn’t aware of yet. Tick As Hannah and Grace ate their breakfast, I sat staring at my own plate and then at Lily as she took a bite of her eggs and smiled at me, urging me to eat before it got cold. I blushed as I realized I’d been marveling at how much of a woman she was, even at fifteen, she was far more buxom than I was at her age, and dangerously close to outpacing me even at my current age. I quietly ate my breakfast, mumbling a goodbye to the twins as they dutifully cleared their plates and hurried out the door for school, my rush causing a partial mouthful of eggs to tumble from my mouth onto the table where I blushed hotly as Lily chastised me and cleaned up my mess. Tock Lily left for school a short time later, handing me a list of chores to do while she was gone. Nothing on the list was major or even difficult, but the feeling of being told to do chores by my teenage daughter made me grit my teeth and silently nod, my anger threatening to boil over when she kissed my forehead and told me to “be a good girl” while she was gone. Once the door closed behind her I was on the phone to Daddy, leaving him a very angry voicemail message when he failed to answer my call. Seven more calls were made that day, each one progressively more whiny and bratty until the final one, the one I made after finishing the last of my chores where I begged him to call me back and sobbingly apologized for everything that had happened, promising to be a good girl from then on so long as he just talked to me. Tick When Lily got home from school she made me aware that the twins were staying over at a friend’s house and she and I would have the house to ourselves. I’d calmed down since my last call to Daddy, and was actually a little relieved to have some time alone with her, hopeful that we could talk and straighten things out between us. Those hopes were dashed away when her phone began to ring and she answered it with “Hi, Daddy!”. Tock She listened to him for a moment and then accepted his video call request and set her phone down on the table so he could see both of us and we could see him, and the look on his face sent a cold chill down my spine and right into my diaper, Daddy was very angry with me and nothing he had to say to both Lily and I at once could be good for me. He explained that he’d be back home a week from then, and asked Lily to watch over things while he was gone to which she dutifully agreed. He looked to me and sighed before explaining that Lily was in charge and if he got a bad report from her when he returned I’d be in big trouble. Tick When the call with Daddy ended we sat in silence for a long while before Lily turned on the couch to face me and finally spoke to ask me how she should take care of me. I was still in such shock at the news that I’d been placed under the care of my own daughter that I sat silently, unable to even form a coherent thought. She pressed on with her line of questioning, asking about diapers and how often I needed to be changed, what my schedule was for naps and feedings, she kept on going, question after question until I finally snapped and shouted at her to shut up and leave me alone. Tock Any notion I had about there being a mistake on Daddy’s part for putting Lily in charge evaporated when she pulled me across her lap and yanked down my pants and pullup diaper to administer a spanking that rivaled the one’s Daddy gave for attitude adjusting. Within moments I was sobbing and begging her to stop, when she didn’t I flailed and thrashed futilely on her lap until she’d finished and stood me up beside her, my pants and pullup diaper around my ankles as I blubbered and bawled, the sting of her spanking radiating across my entire ass. Tick She commanded me to suck my thumb to quiet myself, and I did so without hesitation, watching as she rose to her feet and took my other hand to lead me to my nursery, my gait awkward and clumsy, not unlike a toddler, as I tried to walk with my pants and pullup around my ankles. She unlocked the door to my nursery and led me inside, guiding me to the corner where she had me face the wall as she took pictures of my red bottom which she sent on to Daddy to show him that she was well and truly in control. She held her phone up for me to see when it chirped to signal his reply, instructions for her that I was to be sent to bed immediately, and instructions for me to have Lily give me one of the punishment bottles from the fridge before bed. Tock We both obeyed Daddy that night, Lily getting me into one of my overnight diapers and my jammies, the shame of that alone enough to leave me almost catatonic, but then I had to show her where the punishment bottles were, banishing the thought of lying and taking a regular bottle instead, and nursing it sullenly as she pulled up the side of the crib and turned on the mobile and nightlight before locking me in for the night. She probably guessed what the punishment bottle would do, but I knew, and the idea of having my daughter change my messy diaper in the morning was too much for me to handle and I quickly finished the bottle and cried myself to sleep as the cramps in my stomach began to build. Tick After Daddy came back home Lily maintained her alpha status in the house, becoming more active in the raising of her sisters and ensuring that I never forgot that she could reenact the spanking she’d given me whenever she felt like it. Daddy made it clear when he came home that my behavior was completely unacceptable, and made me not only thank Lily for taking care of me, but also apologize to her for being a brat, cementing my role as her lesser for the rest of the time she lived with us. Tock Hannah and Grace picked up on the shift of power in the house pretty quickly, and went to Lily for everything they should’ve come to me for, permission slip signing, help with homework, even talking about boys went through her first and was brought to me almost as an afterthought if the whim struck Lily. My wetting started to get worse, my continence diminishing almost to the point of nonexistence requiring actual diapers during the day rather than the more discreet pullups I’d grown accustomed to. Daddy reassured me that it would be okay, that no one would make fun of me, making me sound like the baby I was gradually becoming rather than the grown woman I was. Tick When Lily got her driver’s license I lost the last vestige of independence I had. She insisted that she drive whenever we needed to go out, and if we were alone together she’d make comments about getting me a carseat as she looked at me in the rearview mirror. If the rest of the family was in the car I’d be between Hannah and Grace in the back, ignored as they chatted about things together and Lily and Daddy talked in the front seat. It was on one of these family drives that my emotions boiled over, Hannah and Grace started a game of tag and I kept asking them to stop and they ignored me and as they began to get more rapid in their attempts to tag each other I got slapped across the face by accident and launched into a tirade that seemed perfectly acceptable to me, but was deemed a tantrum by Lily and Daddy. Tock Lily had pulled the car over and Daddy had turned in his seat to look at me with his stern gaze. Lily put her hand on his shoulder and told him the time, positing that I was cranky because it was past my bedtime. Hannah and Grace giggled wildly as Lily asked one of them to grab a bottle from the diaper bag behind their seat and give it to me, which Hannah did eagerly. As the car pulled back onto the road I closed my eyes and nursed my bottle trying to block out the sounds of my younger daughters giggling and being thankful that Lily told them to stop teasing me. The combination of the drive and the bottle put me to sleep pretty quickly, and when I woke up Lily was unbuckling my seatbelt for me and pushing my pacifier into my mouth as she helped me out of the car, slinging the diaper bag over her shoulder as she closed the door and booped the alarm and took my hand to lead me into the house behind Daddy and the twins. Tick Lily insisted I say goodnight to everyone before she put me to bed, and I sleepily complied, my speech garbled by the pacifier, hugging Hannah and Grace first and then Daddy before Lily took my hand again and led me to the nursery. Slipping in and out of sleep, I vaguely remember her changing me and getting me into my jammies and then there’s a foggy memory of Daddy and the twins looking into the crib at me, but I honestly didn’t know if it was real or just a dream. The confirmation of the realness of it became apparent the following morning when Lily put on a clinic for Hannah and Grace on how to change a diaper, silencing my whines and protests with a pacifier and the threat of a spanking as she carried out the task at hand in excruciating detail, leaving me exposed and humiliated for nearly a half hour until I began to pee without warning onto the waiting diaper beneath me which Lily quickly pulled up in time to avoid a mess as I mewled helplessly and suckled my only source of peace. Tock A family meeting later that day confirmed that I was indeed the baby of the family now, seated on Lily’s lap in a pastel purple babydoll dress that Hannah and Grace had picked out for me, my normal daytime diaper replaced with one of the thicker and more infantile patterned overnight diapers, almost totally on display beneath the short hem of the dress, the sounds of my diaper crinkling as Lily softly bounced me while I suckled my pacifier listening as Daddy asked who the head of the house was, to which everyone answered that he was. He then asked who the second in command was, to which Hannah and Grace immediately answered Lily while I simply pointed at myself causing everyone to have a good chuckle and for Lily to kiss the top of my head. Finally, Daddy asked who the least powerful person in the house was, which brought a unanimous chorus of my name from my daughters. Tick By the time the party that conceived our fourth daughter came around I wasn’t sure that Daddy and I were still married or if I’d just dreamed that life. My routine at that point consisted of little more than feedings, diaper changes, playtime, baths, naps and bedtime, most carried out by Lily or Daddy, but the twins occasionally handled one or more of those things when “the grownups” were busy. My need to wear diapers at that point kept Daddy from having actual sex with me, opting instead to bring me to climax in my diaper with rubbing or allowing me to hump his thigh as I sat on his lap. He’d let me blow him, of course, but it was turned into less of a sex thing and more of a power thing with him instructing me on how I should suck his cock like I was too simple to do something with a dick that I spent most of the day doing with a pacifier or bottle at that point. Tock The party was a demonstration on how far I’d fallen from the role of an adult, the small amount of wine I’d been allowed to have made me so drunk that I ditched my shoes at some point and stumbled into the kitchen where I squatted down and filled my diaper before continuing to stumble around sucking my thumb and calling out “Mommy” as I looked for Lily to change me. Hannah had recorded the event on her phone for posterity, and Lily apologized to our guests as she led me off to the nursery for a much needed diaper change and an early bedtime. I woke up some time later to Daddy thrusting himself into me, finishing just as I started to wake up and clear my head enough to try and be sexy for him only for him fix my diaper and put my pacifier back into my mouth before he left the room. Tick Daddy had gotten a stroller custom made for me the Summer before, as well as a proper carseat which sat directly between Hannah and Grace’s spots in the backseat making family outings much more degrading for me. With the twins growing like weeds, I was now the smallest person in the family by at least a full foot and found that Lily was now able to carry me without much trouble for short distances like to and from the car. The notion that I had ever been the mother of these girls began to fade a little bit every day, slips of calling Lily “Mommy” becoming more and more common, first when I was overly tired, but gradually happening more and more during my waking hours. I started to see the twins as my big sisters, thanking them without prompting from Lily or Daddy when they played with me or gave me a bottle or pacifier. Over time I stopped being ashamed of the fact that the outfits Lily picked out for me often allowed my diapers to peek out beneath hems of dresses or bulge considerably beneath shortalls, the snaps at the crotch straining to contain what regularly became overnight diapers given my total lack of bladder control at that point. I was a baby, and my family loved and cared for me, and so long as I had a clean and dry diaper and a full tummy, I was happy. Tock I was about five months pregnant when Daddy and Lily announced that we’d be taking a trip to Disney World as a last family togetherness thing before the baby came and Lily graduated and went away to college. Still in my pajamas, I sleepily clung to Lily as she carried me out to the car and buckled me into my carseat before swapping my pacifier for a bottle of warm milk to lull me back to sleep, working like a charm as my eyes drooped and sleep overtook me before the car was even finished being loaded. I woke up some time later and giggled as everyone greeted me, Hannah giving me a bottle of juice which she held for me as she softly stroked my hair. I had no idea how long I’d been asleep or how far we’d driven, and I didn’t really need to know, Daddy knew what he was doing and would get us to Disney World before I knew it. Tick At the next rest area we stopped for everyone to stretch their legs and for Lily to get me changed out of my pajamas and soaked diaper and into something appropriate for the day. She talked to me as she undressed me, not expecting me to talk back, and made quick work of changing my diaper on the backseat before pulling a shirt over my head and guiding my arms into the proper holes. She asked me if I knew what my shirt said, and my upside down reading skills being woefully underused, I stared at the words and shook my head before she traced her finger over each word as she read them to me, “Mommy’s Little Princess” she said before kissing the tip of my nose and picking me up. My mind worked to try and untangle the mess of jumbled timelines and perceptions of reality that had been confusing me, the memories of being Lily’s mother being pushed to the dark corners of forgetfulness and replaced with memories of her taking care of me and being every bit the Mommy that my shirt identified her as. I hugged her and gurgled something incoherent through my pacifier, my mind wanting her to be aware that I loved her and was grateful to have such a loving Mommy, all I accomplished was a hug back and a soft pat on my exposed diapered bottom before she put me back into my carseat. Tock The trip to Disney World severed the remaining beliefs I had about my former life, memories of marrying Daddy and giving birth to the girls became a lovely story I could be told as I drifted off to sleep in my crib, my daily reality was inescapable and no one expected me to be anything more than the baby of the family, and the routine of being treated as a baby made any fight I could’ve had at that point evaporate entirely. I unconsciously fell backward to my simplest and most infantile state after that rest stop diaper change, and by the time we got to the park and I was wheeled around in my stroller I was nothing more than another baby to the rest of the family, and a mentally deficient pregnant woman to whomever might’ve cared to give me a second glance. Everyone made a point to get my attention when silly or amazing things came into view, and I was happy and loved and nothing else mattered to me beyond that. Tick We got two rooms at the young child oriented hotel, one for the twins and I, and one for Mommy and Daddy. The twins called their beds as we entered our room, and Mommy bounced me in her arms as she pointed out the crib that had been set up for me as she got me changed and ready for my afternoon nap. She talked to the twins as she got me ready, giving them instructions for where my supplies were and what to do in case of various things, reminding them that she and Daddy were in the next room and wouldn’t tolerate any shenanigans just because they had their own room. Both girls gave her a very polite “yes ma’am” to which she nodded approvingly before putting me down into the crib for a nap. Tock Grace woke me up later that afternoon and helped me out of the crib and into the bathroom where she bathed me while Hannah got my outfit together for our trip back to the park. Between the two of them, they took excellent care of me and surprised Mommy and Daddy by dressing me in my Tinkerbell sundress, my hair in little pigtails and my pacifier clipped to the front of my dress. Mommy and Daddy fawned over how adorable I was and praised the girls for being so helpful and responsible while Daddy hoisted me up into his arms and carried me through the hotel and down to the car. Tick After we got back home, Daddy took me to his room and sat down with me on his lap and asked me if I was happy. I’d just woken up from the car ride home, so I was less inclined to be anything but my most little and simply nodded as I sucked my pacifier. He asked me if I’d decided to stay a baby permanently, and the question confused me because I hadn’t considered the possibility that there was an out for me in this scenario, I just assumed that I’d become the baby of the family and nothing could change that at this point. I started to think about it and became distracted by a rumble in my tummy, pushing it out into my diaper without a second thought, my concentration on the act causing me to forget what he’d asked me, but after a long moment of me staring at him blankly he smiled and hugged me and told me that he’d always take care of me no matter what. I hugged him back and giggled as he gave my lumpy seat a pat and carried me to my nursery for a much needed diaper change. Tock By the time Zoe was born I’d undergone my final transformations into my second infancy, the constant use of bottles and pacifiers had damaged my teeth to the point that it was decided I’d have them all pulled, replacing them with dentures if I needed teeth for whatever reason but leaving me with the mouth of a newborn otherwise. My lack of mobility, crawling or scooting when moving on my own and being carried by Mommy or Daddy otherwise had left my legs weakened to the point that if I did walk on my own it was through holding onto furniture or someone’s hand, otherwise I’d simply crawl or be carried. The birth was terrifying as I had no clue what was happening to me, all I knew was that I was in tremendous pain and Daddy just kept encouraging me to push. My own wails of pain and confusion mirrored Zoe’s almost perfectly as they took her to be cleaned up and Daddy kissed my forehead and left me sucking my thumb as he went to take the baby from the nurses and stood there at the other end of the room with Mommy fawning over the new baby of the family. Tick If time is cyclical, I entered my terrible two’s for the second time in my life after Zoe was born. I wasn’t the baby anymore, and everyone gushed over Zoe every time she did anything. I started acting up to get attention, coloring on the walls, making messes by putting my hands in my diaper, throwing tantrums any and everywhere I could, the usual brat behavior that one sees in a jealous sibling when a new baby arrives. I spent most of my days on the naughty stool for one reason or another, my bottom a nearly constant pink to red from all the spankings I earned, not just from Mommy or Daddy anymore, but from Hannah and Grace as well. Tock When Mommy left for college I was inconsolable for days, feeling abandoned as Hannah and Grace took over the parental role she’d left behind and failed to match her level of maternal love and care in every way possible, much to my dismay. It wasn’t their fault, they were just built differently than Mommy, they were great over an afternoon or evening when Mommy and Daddy weren’t home, but long term they just didn’t have the passion for caring for not one but two babies, and finally Daddy stepped in and got me set up for regular appointments with a therapist to work through my mental regression and build me back up into the woman he’d married. Tick Seven years of weekly visits to the therapist brought me back to a healthy balance once again. I wore my dentures everyday, helped out around the house when and where I could, and portioned my little time out with Daddy for alternating weekends to maintain a routine that was comfortable and manageable for all of us. The incontinence remained, though I could mostly avoid messy accidents if I was able to get to a bathroom within ten or so minutes of the first feelings of a bowel movement arising. The therapy sessions helped our marriage as well, bringing my long dormant sexuality back to the table when I eventually moved out of the nursery and back into the master bedroom with Daddy who had gotten a vasectomy shortly after Zoe was born to ensure no further surprises came our way. Tock You’re probably wondering why I’m on the naughty stool today if I’d bounced back to my normal status in the house, well that’s kind of a funny story. See, the girls were out with Daddy buying supplies for Lily’s visit with her husband and our new grandson, and I decided I’d rather not go to the store with them and instead indulged in my nostalgia a little bit, thinking back fondly to that day at the rest stop when Lily confirmed that she thought of herself as my Mommy just as much as I thought of her that way. I changed into one of my overnight diapers and fixed myself a bottle of juice and plopped down on the living room floor for some cartoons. Not five minutes after I consciously messed my diaper and giggled as I sat back down, the lock turned and the front door opened and Daddy and the girls stood staring at me. If life were a television show that would’ve been the moment where Daddy looked at the camera and said something like “Not again!” and the canned laughter would play as we all froze in place. See, funny story. Tick Lily was due to arrive when the clock chimed, which coincided with my punishment being done, and the stink of my diaper made the time crawl by slow enough for me to relive my entire adult life up to that point as I stared at what remained of the tiny thing I’d written in crayon one day when I was on this very stool for throwing a tantrum at having to wait my turn for bath time because baby Zoe was going first. It was a simple backwards letter C, but I knew it had been part of “Daddy is a poop” and it made me smile as the clock tocked one final time before the sweet sound of freedom rang out. Bong Bong Bong Lily arrived as I was scurrying upstairs to change, and she followed me up, giving my droopy diaper a few playful swats as we climbed. She fell right back into her role as Mommy and set to changing my diaper as we made small talk. When I was in a fresh diaper she sat me up and hugged me and I hugged her back, feeling so warm and happy to have her back home even if it was just for the weekend. She rubbed my back softly and pulled me from her before kissing my forehead. “I know you’re not a baby anymore,” she said softly as she undid the ties that held my hair in pigtails and redid my hair into a more appropriate loose ponytail, “but, I was thinking that it might be nice if you let me get you ready for bed tonight.” she told me. I blushed. “I’d like that.” I told her, smiling up at her lovingly. She picked me up and hugged me again, patting my crinkly bottom softly. “You can nurse from Mommy before bed if you like, baby.”. she whispered into my ear. A pleasant tingle ran through my body and brought me back to that day at the rest stop as I nodded. “I love you, Mommy.” I whispered. Our hug tightened before she set me down on my feet and booped my nose. “Mommy loves you too, baby.” she said before she left me to get dressed, an ear to ear smile on my face at the thought of the special bedtime treat that awaited me. The End

Ok earlier today me in and my girlfriend decided we might like to try messing away from home so we talked about it and then decided we should both take 2 dulcolax suppositorys tonight just before we walk up the road about 1km away to pick up some packages from the Amazon locker we figure on going at like 2 am at night so when its about a 99% chance we wont run into anybody on the street or at the Amazon locker so we're not unwillingly making anyone else participate in our activities but I'm beginning to chicken out so you decide for me should I do it or not just drop a yes or no in the comments section below thanks I'm making the decision at 11 tonight my girlfriend really wants me to do it but itd be like the first time I've semi purposely messed away from home Thanks and have a nice day UPDATE WE DID IT details will be added in stinky squishy and proud under when was the last time you messed admin please feel free to move this topic to messing section I don't know how

Good ending! I would love to have seen more of their in person meeting, but this ended it nicely!

Alright, everyone. I did my best not to keep everyone waiting for long on the finale of Just One Time. So, here is Chapter 10. It's a little short, but I think it ends quite nicely. Enjoy! Chapter 10 As Jacob and Megan reappeared on the beach, they were still hugging one another, neither crying any longer. Megan moved her hands onto Jacob's shoulders, looking into his eyes. “Jacob, that was,” Megan paused for a moment, “that was beautiful. It was real, it was captivating, and it was pure, just like you.” Jacob couldn't help but smile, with a blush, of course. “I've dealt with plenty of humans in my life. Plenty of guys who promised me the world, or who tried to use me under the guise of friendship, or who were just plain dishonest with their intentions when it came to asking for my help. Not you. I thought the connection I initially felt with you would diminish over time, and yet, with each story, leading all the way up to this last one, you have shown me more and more about you, and that's only made our connection stronger.” “I don't know, Megan,” Jacob replied, “I honestly thought I'd be a lot more reclusive and closed off around you. And I'll admit that during the first story, I was extremely embarrassed, even ashamed, as I felt like maybe you'd think I was just some dude with a freaky fetish.” “You mean you're not?” Megan asked with a smirk, causing the two to giggle. “I mean, I have my days when that's all I wanna do,” Jacob confessed with a chuckled before continuing, “but how you cared for me there, how you stopped to ask if I was okay, and how you just...jumped into my fear with me and showed me the compassion I desperately needed to feel. Even this! Just the two of us here, talking about this together. It's so genuine, even if we're not physically in the same place as one another.” “I can, with one hundred percent honesty, tell you that I don't do that for just anybody. Sure, there were times in the distant past when I tried, but those were the jerks trying to take advantage of me. Your timid nature and checking on me isn't something I've experienced before, Jacob. People either get what they need from me and vanish into thin air, or they freak out when they find out about my being a witch, or my inability to leave the beach,or my missing leg.” “Then if it's okay with you,” Jacob said, “I want to keep letting you experience that, Megan. I want you to feel like you can be you.” “E-even if I can't really go anywhere?” Megan asked. That was the first time Jacob heard Megan stammer, indicating she really was a homebody. “Hey, I already told you. I'm a bit of an introvert. And if we can't go too far from the beach, then we'll figure out a way to bring those places to us.” “Oh, Jacob, you're so sweet. I can't handle it!” This made Jacob blush. Despite it not being said in a maternal or embarrassing way, his cheeks still burned. “Look, I know it'll be new, and fun, and maybe even scary for the both of us, but I just want us to continue our story together, if you'll let me. You don't have to go anywhere, Megan. I'm about an 8 hour drive from Myrtle Beach, and we can spend some time together to see what develops. Oh, God...now I'm nervously rambling again...” As Jacob trailed off, Megan gently put her finger up to Jacob's mouth, shushing him gently, before the two closed their eyes, leaned in towards one another, and kissed. Jacob's heart fluttered as he felt Megan's plump lips press against his own. Both sighed happily upon ending the kiss, with Jacob asking, “I'll take that as a yes?” “You really have to ask?” Megan playfully scoffed, “I should spank you right now for being so silly.” “Whoa, save that for another day!” Jacob shyly replied. “Oh, I will, along with many other things. But, that is a yes.” Megan kissed Jacob on the cheek before hugging him tightly, making Jacob blush and practically melt. For the first time in a long time, he felt genuinely happy, without any real hesitation about what life had in store for him and Megan. “Now, shall we head back to the real world?” “If we must,” Jacob said, “I'll definitely be taking some time off in the next two or three weeks to come see you.” “I'd like that very much.” The bright light appeared once more, enveloping the two in its radiance, their beach surroundings disappearing into the white nothingness. When the light faded, Jacob found himself back at his apartment, still in awe and wonder about what had just happened, praying it wasn't a dream. After all, it wasn't every day that an ABDL writer crossed paths with a witch, let alone developed feelings for her! “Wow. Just, wow.” Jacob stood up from his chair, smiling as he gently paced the apartment. “I need to pack, and I need to request some time off of work, and,” Jacob stopped, “wait! Is she expecting me to bring my diapers and stuff?” Not long after processing all that had happened, the all-familiar sound of an inbox notification came from Jacob's computer. It was a new message from Megan, in the ABDreamLand community! The subject line read, “The Itinerary XoXo”. Jacob instantly clicked on the message, reading it carefully: Hello from your favorite Sand Witch! I know I just told you this not long ago, but you're a super sweet guy, and I'm very much looking forward to us (physically) meeting sooner or later (or I guess, sooner than later). So, I'm attaching a map photo of my place, so you have my address. Sure enough, there was indeed a small map with Megan's full address on it. Her house truly was so close to the beach! Now, for the itinerary. Obviously, I'm being completely ridiculous and am all giddy as I write this, so this is nothing that's set in stone for when you get here....but here's what to expect (Terms and Conditions, if you will): Random cuddle sessions Plenty of food and alcoholic beverages that are probably not good for either of us Kissing Naps while facing the ocean (the view of the beach you saw in your last story? It isn't to that extent, but it's still a good view) Occasional mischief, which includes but is not limited to: Making you blush Light teasing about our fetish Use of magic A combination of the first three sub-bullets Seeing as we have nothing to hide from one another, if you want to bring some of your ABDL stuff, by all means. If we end up doing that, awesome. If not, that's also awesome. I just want us to keep being comfortable around one another. IF, however, we DO end up doing that, then please know that I may or may not use some of my magic to make things a little bit more interesting. I won't spoil the surprise, though. Please respond to this message with, “I have read and agree to these Terms and Conditions” at your earliest convenience. Many, many hugs and kisses, Megan, Your MysticSandWitch Jacob chuckled, and quickly replied to the message, of course indicating that he agreed. This wasn't a dream, or a work of fiction for Jacob. No, this was real, and it was happening! He fell head over heels for Megan, and she did the same for Jacob. With a satisfied sigh and smile, Jacob did what he knew best to help pass the time: he got to work on his unfinished stories. It wouldn't be long before he and Megan got together for real, to work on their own story together. THE END

Weird I thought I had replied to this... but yes that was an issue I had with Tested too. Given the nature of the story, where she is supposed to be seen as moving back while others moved forward, I had her constnatly go through different characters without staying long enough to build good relationships, except perhaps with Mary. Its also arguably one of her 'failures', and due to her pride in not wanting to be friendly either with people who look down on her and treat her as a ward, or the people she was placed with who she saw as beneath her. However, with such a long story it felt like a missing element. Still, I like how it worked out overall, and I do like that we have this cute relationship out of the entire story. Glad you liked the title ? Bill's heart was racing. He felt he was being to cruel, and knew he needed to be kinder to Michael. Sometimes, the thrill of it just took him away. Saying he needed to check him out loud was too far. He hated acting so authoritative toward him, like he was in charge. Michael didn't deserve that. He remembered a few days ago reviewing Michael's internet search history. Michael didn't know it, but being his caretaker had given him the right, and duty, to monitor his activity online. What he found scared him. All those stories of abusive, controlling caretakers... It was obvious Michael was worried he'd take it too far. He'd even begun to look up examples of abuse, presumably to know if anything they did qualified. Worse part was... he enjoyed some of the stories, and some of the pictures. So much of it seemed fun and adorable, but he couldn't do it to his "baby"- something he could never actually use out loud. It would make him feel awful of Michael saw him that way, and he did his best to avoid acting like them. He had seen his ward blushing earlier, then seemingly trying to force a smile, and realized how difficult this situation must be. "Come on, this way," Bill pulled his hand, with his other, he reached down and patted Micheal's butt hard, making a loud, plastic "thuck." It was loud enough to get the attention of a passing man and a woman, who looked down Michael's waist. He got angry with himself, that was too far. "Umm, sorry that was... the first check. Did it too hard." Michael made a sound like laughing. "Oh, its ok...." "Ok? You aren't upset? That's better emotional control then usual." "Oh, it does make me upset. But still ok." Bill dragged Michael into an old janitorial closet and shut the door behind them. It was dark inside, but Bill pulled the string of a light and illuminated a room full of mops and cleaning supplies. Nothing would have been more of a thrill to just check him in the hallway and see him blush, like the 'daddies' in those stories, and techincally he was allowed to. However, that also would have been cruel. ...

This x 100 ! I'm 63 and my mother still isn't old! So much to love in this episode “When I was growing up,” Nana said, “we called them diaper shirts.” I swear, you would’ve thought she’d opened a moving box and found pot a of leprechaun gold and spanking porn. "It's a diaper", Mary said Thank you!

Chapter 6: Debbie sat the box of pizza down onto the kitchen table and pulled it open to grab a slice of the pepperoni covered pie as she looked up to see Hannah entering the room. She noticed her chuckling and wondered what was going on. "Is everything ok?" "Oh, it's probably nothing, but I could've of sworn that baby Mel laughed as if she was a regular adult." Hannah explained as she reached for a slice of pizza. Debbie realized that the numbing agent that she had given Mel was most likely wearing off by now. "Sometimes the babies don't completely regress and some traits are left over from their former personalities. It's probably nothing to worry about." Hannah nodded her head. "Yeah, you're probably right." While the two women sat at the table enjoying their pizza, Hannah wondered if Debbie would be interested in hanging out tomorrow. She finished her slice and broke the relative silence of the kitchen. "I'm curious; do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Debbie hadn't really thought about what she was going to do tomorrow, but knew she really wanted to give Melanie the full baby girl experience. "I thought about taking the baby to the park down the street, maybe even making a day of it by having a picnic." Hannah smiled. "That sounds like a wonderful idea!" Debbie started to think of all the things she wanted to do. She had so many ideas for tomorrow. Even if Hannah was there or not, she still planned on showing Melanie what it was truly like to be a baby woman. She knew that Melanie and herself could figure out a way to fix the problem that she had inadvertently created, come Monday. Hopefully, things would go back to normal, but until then, she was going to enjoy her time with Melanie. The two women spent roughly an hour exploring their different ideas for tomorrow, going over what they wanted to dress Melanie in and how they wanted their afternoon outing to be like. Debbie ended up eating her share of the pizza while she spoke to Hannah. "Well, I think I'm going to call it a night, Do you need anything?" Hannah finished her last bite of pizza and shook her head saying, "No mam, I think I am going to crash on the couch." Debbie smiled, "have a good night, I'll see you in the morning." Melanie slowly opened her eyes, seeing the sunlight pouring through the window of her nursery. She turned her head and saw that she was inside her crib, still wearing the warm and fuzzy sleeper her step daughter had put her in the night before. She pulled the covers off of her and placed her hand on top of the large bulge of her diaper that stuck out between her legs. Blinking away the sleep from her eyes, Melanie realized that she had the ability to move on her own again when she noticed that her hand was on her crotch. She tried to stand inside her crib and, after getting herself stood up, she sent herself right back down landing on her diapered bottom. She tried reaching for the zipper on the back of her sleeper and, after several failed attempts, she sat herself back down on the pillow-like garment that cradled her bottom. She sat there going over the events of the previous day and blushed, thinking about how her stepdaughter had changed her and put her to bed. It didn't help that Hannah was thinking that she was a baby and the fact that her best friend was pretending to be her babysitter, only made matters worse. She returned her hand to her crotch, pressing down on the swollen bulk, feeling the warmness of her wet diaper against her hand, wondering if whatever Deb had given her made her slightly incontinent; she had never wet the bed before. She pressed again on the diaper between her crotch and felt something she hadn't felt before; a sudden rush of sexual euphoria! The combination of the large crinkling diaper and the wetness rubbing against her crotch really turned her on. She closed her legs, rubbing the diaper back and forth as she let out soft moans between her lips. She continued the same motion repeatedly, closing her legs and randomly squeezing the thick, wet diaper between her thighs, feeling the diaper press further against her sex as she contined to get off inside her pampers. Hannah started to open her eyes as she stirred from her sleep. She laid still on the couch, listening to whatever it was that had woken her up. She wasn't sure of what she was hearing or where it was coming from. All she knew was that it was the weirdest noise she had ever heard. She got off the couch and walked into the kitchen, following the noise until she spotted a large baby monitor sitting on the counter. She moved closer to it, picking it up from the countertop and pressing her ear against the plastic device. She could hear what she thought was the sound of soft moans; It sounded like a woman was being plowed. She sat the monitor on the table and walked out of the kitchen wanting to get to the bottom of this bizarre situation. She made her way up the stairs and stared at the door with a confused look on her face, wondering why the baby would be making such a noise as she opened the door. She definitely didn't expect to see Debbie letting the side rail down on the crib. "Is everything alright in here?" Debbie turned around, seeing a worried Hannah standing there behind her while she had scooped the baby out of the crib. "Morning, Hannah. Everything is fine. Why do you ask?" Hannah stared at the baby woman on Debbie's and walked closer, studying the big baby who was busy suckling on a pacifier between her lips. "I woke up hearing the weirdest noise coming from the baby monitor." Debbie stared at the woman, confused. "What kind of noise?" Hannah chuckled. "You're probably going to think this is silly, but it almost sounded like the baby was masterbating." Debbie giggled. "I think what you heard was this little one crying from behind her binky and the monitor giving off a weird noise instead of her crying. When I walked in I found her diaper soaked and tears running down her eyes." Hannah nodded her head. "You're probably right. She is just a baby." Melanie tried not to blush as she nuzzled against Debbie's breast, not wanting to look at her stepdaughter who had accurately guessed what she had been doing before Debbie walked in on her. Suddenly, she felt her back touch her changing table as Debbie laid her down and pulled the sleeper off of her, leaving her in just a swollen diaper on top of the changing table. Debbie turned her head seeing Hannah waiting there. "If you want to help with something, could you get me a bottle of her formula?" Hannah lost her train of thought and was pulled from her daydream. She blinked for a second and then gave a quick nod. "Absolutely, I'll be back in a jiffy." Debbie watched Hannah leave the room, making sure that the woman had left the room before she turned her attention to Melanie. She pulled the diaper away from her friend's bottom and spoke softly to her in an annoyed tone: "I could've sworn that I told you to act like a baby, right?" Melanie stared at her friend, watching her pull the pacifier out of her mouth with a pop. "I'm sorry, but how was I supposed to know that George's daughter, a woman I had no idea existed, was going to pop in, unannounced, the same exact weekend that I was supposed to be taken care of by you?" Debbie shook her head as she started wiping the woman's crotch. "That's not the point Melanie. You are supposed to be playing my baby girl this weekend. Now act right before you get us both in trouble." Melanie wanted to say something but closed her mouth when she saw her step daughter enter the room, holding a massive baby bottle of formula. "Here's her formula." Debbie turned around, seeing the woman already back in the room and was grateful that Melaniehad kept her mouth shut. "Let me finish cleaning her up and we can get her fed." Melanie laid there, trying to act like she did yesterday, realizing that whatever Debbie had given her really helped in this situation. She felt saliva build up in her mouth and opened wide to start blowing bubbles with her spit as Debbie finished powdering her. Hannah looked over at her baby sister. "Awwww! She is just too precious. I really can't wait for dad to meet her. By the way, did you get a hold of Melanie?" Debbie finished pulling the diaper up between her legs and started taping it sealed as she looked down at Melanie. "Melanie never texted me back. I know you want to meet her, but the hotel tends to get quite busy on the weekends." Hannah watched Debbie start taping the sides of the diaper to the front of the diaper as her baby sister gently kicked her legs. "You never told me what Melanie does at the hotel." Debbie finished pushing the tape tabs of the diaper into place, securing them to the landing zone of the large adult baby diaper. She gave it a good before answering. "Your mom is in charge of the patient's wardrobe at the hotel." "Like what the patient's wear?" Debbie pushed the pacifier back into her friend's mouth and picked up the nervous adult baby from the changing table. "Exactly. I work pretty closely with her and we take the outfits around to each floor and she shows the nurses what to dress the patients in." Hannah giggled. "That must be nice for her. She probably gets free outfits and diapers to bring home for this little one." Debbie stared at the baby on her hip before looking up at Hannah. "Exactly. She won't ever have to worry about running out of diapers or clothing for the baby." Hannah lifted the bottle in her hand towards Debbie. "Here's her bottle." Debbie reached for the bottle and then got an idea. "Would you like to feed her?" Melanie stared up at her friend for a brief moment, wondering what she was doing. "I would love to." Debbie handed her friend over to her step daughter. She could tell that she was scared by the way she was fidgeting, knowing she didn't understand why she was letting this happen, but Debbie knew if she couldn't be comfortable as a baby around other people, she was never really going to learn what it was like to be a regressed baby woman. Hannah smiled and walked over to a rocking chair in the corner of the room with her step mom on her hip. Luckily for her, Melanie was rather petite and it was no trouble to carry her around like that and it was fairly easy to adjust her on her lap once Hannah sat down in the large wooden chair. Melanie laid her head into her step daughter's arm, feeling her pacifier being exchanged for the large tit of the bottle. Melanie suckled on the bottle, tasting the yummy formula, enjoying every suckle she took. Unlike some of the baby women in the Hotel, she loved the taste of the formula and tried her best to act like a baby while she softly sucked on her bottle, trying not to drink it too fast. Debbie couldn't believe that she was watching the step daughter of her friend feed her the large bottle of formula as if she was the mother of the baby woman. She had to admit that Hannah was a natural and couldn't help but wonder how embarrassed Melanie must be feeling at that moment. Debbie decided to excuse herself and give the two women some privacy. "I'm going to get the food packed for our trip." Melanie felt like her mind stopped when she heard the word "trip" spoken out loud. 'What did Debbie mean by that?" The diapered woman couldn't help but wonder as she finished suckling on the bottle. She found herself staring up at Hannah. Hannah saw that the bottle was just about empty and decided to check the baby's diaper by placing her hand on the inner part of the baby's thigh. She pushed a finger into her diaper and found it dry. Hannah brought her hand up from Melanie's thigh and gave the front of the disposable a good rub. "I'm sure you'll have another wet diaper for me to change sooner or later, Melly." Melanie couldn't believe that she had just called her Melly. It was a name she hadn't been called since the last time she had seen her real mother years ago. She absolutely hated that name. Melanie returned her attention to her bottle, giving it another suck until she realized that all she was sucking was air. 'Darn it, the bottle is empty.' "All gone."Hannah cooed before she started giggling. She pulled her baby sister away from her elbow until the woman was straddling her legs and her head was on her shoulders. Melanie realized what she was doing; her step daughter was trying to burp her! The diapered woman knew that Debbie hadn't prepared her for this and wondered if anything would come out. *Beeeellcchhh* Hannah giggled at the loud sound coming from her baby sister as she stopped patting the woman's back and started gently rubbing her baby sister back. "You're such a good baby! I am so happy mommy brought you home." Melanie had just realized that, for the first time ever, Hannah had actually referred to her as "mommy." She suddenly felt a pang of guilt followed by a burning hatred that boiled inside of her. She hated herself even more for lying to her step daughter like this. For potentially ruining their relationship. But most of all, for lying about being her baby sister without ever saying a word. She simply stewed there in her step daughter's lap, stuck sitting there in only a diaper. Hannah placed her hands under Melanie's arms and got out of the chair while placing the small adult woman onto her hip. She walked over to the closet and pulled it open, seeing for the second time the stunning array of baby clothing. "We're so lucky to have such a wonderful mommy aren't we?" Melanie just stared off into space, trying to play dumb, like she wasn't listening to her step daughter. She watched her shuffling around the closet, knowing that whatever trip Debbie had mentioned was what Hannah was dressing her for. Hannah pulled outfit after outfit out, trying to find just the right one until her eyes lit up as she found what she was looking for. "Oh sweetie, you're going to look absolutely adorable in this!" Melanie watched her daughter's hand pull the dress out from the dozens of other dresses. She realized that it was the one that George had bought for her and she had never worn It. It was a custom made blue sailor girl dress with a ton of ribbons. She always despised dressing up super girly and noted that she was more of a tomboy when it came to even adult clothing. She preferred Jeans and casual wear. She wasn't the type that wore dresses and tons of makeup. Hannah pulled the dress off the rack and walked over to the changing table where she lowered the baby's bottom on the padded surface. She then placed the dress over the baby's head and pulled her arms through the sleeves. Once she was done, she couldn't help but smile at how cute Melanie looked, seeing how precious and adorable she was in that navy blue satin dress. Melanie felt herself being lifted off the changing table and walked over to her mirror in the corner of the room. She stared in shock when she was placed in front of the mirror and saw her reflection. She was beginning to see how much the dress really made her look like the baby woman she felt like she was becoming. Pulling her attention away from her infantile reflection, she noticed Hannah walking away. Hannah opened the closet again and looked on the floor, searching for something to cover the baby's feet. She pulled the clothing racks back, finding bags upon bags of diapers when her eyes suddenly caught sight of a box that had the words "to baby girl" from "daddy" written on it. She opened the box to find a black pair of mary jane shoes inside and flipped the box cover back over, wondering to herself if her father had somehow already known about the baby. She shrugged and pulled the shoes out of the box before walking back over to the baby who was sitting on her back with her diaper on full display. Hannah smiled as she held the patent black mary jane's. "Look what I found, baby!" Melanie looked at her daughter's hands and saw the pair of black mary janes that she recalled George giving her for her birthday a couple of months back. She watched Hannah walk over to her large chest of drawers and pulled each drawer open until she found her sock drawer. With a grimace, she saw that her step daughter had opened the bottom one and started pulling out pair after pair of her long white tights until she found a pair that sported ruffles that went across her diapered bottom. Hannah smiled, holding up the baby's tights. She made her way back to the baby woman and began pulling the silky tights up her baby sister's legs until they stretched over the large comical diaper. She gave the baby's woman's bottom a soft pat, feeling with her fingers the numerous ruffles that were covering her baby sister's diapered bottom. She grabbed the black mary janes and couldn't get the thought of what she had read on the box out of her head. She unbuckled the shoes and placed them on the baby's foot seeing it was a perfect fit. She grabbed the other one and once again, it fit perfectly. She stared at the baby girl sitting on her back in front of her. The woman sitting before her was happily suckling on the pacifier between her lips, but deep down, Hannah was beginning to wonder if something was up. Debbie was finishing packing the lunches when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She grabbed the picnic basket off the table and walked into the living room to see Hannah bringing down the most adorable little baby she had ever seen. Debbie smiled, truly surprised and felt overjoyed. "Oh my! Who is this precious, little angel?" Melanie stared at her friend, her friend who was treating her like she really wasn't even a woman anymore. She was treating her just like a babysitter would treat its charge. Still, she started to giggle, doing her best to keep up the charade. "Her mommy did such a great job decorating that room. Were you able to get everything ready for the trip?" Debbie nodded her head with a smile. "I sure did. Do you have her diaper bag packed and ready by chance?" Hannah shook her head. "I certainly didn't. How about you get her strapped into her stroller and I'll go and pack it." Melanie felt herself being given over to Debbie as she watched Hannah walking back up the stairs. She turned her attention to her friend who was beginning to sit her down and strap her into her new deluxe umbrella stroller. Despite wanting to ask where they were going, she kept sucking on her pacifier, not wanting to blow her cover in case Hannah could hear them from upstairs. She simply sat in the enormous contraption, wondering where they were going. Debbie noticed the confused look on her baby's face. "Sissy and I are going to take you to the park for a picnic! How does that sound, baby?" Melanie rolled her eyes, already tired of the way her friend was treating her, but she knew that as long as Hannah was there she had to continue to act as babyish as possible. So, with that in mind, she started to clap her hands. Debbie looked up the stairs noticing that Hannah was still in the nursery and placed her hand in between her friends crotch, giving it a squeeze as she whispered, "I thought I knew a little girl who wanted to know what it was like to be pushed down the street in a stroller like a baby?" Melanie sucked harder on the pacifier, feeling the disposable diaper being pushed against her crotch, knowing that her friend was right. She always dreamed of being pushed like an actual infant down the street and, even though she wasn't exactly excited about her step daughter being there to do it, she was about to get her chance to enjoy one of her innermost fantasies. Debbie lifted her head to see Hannah walking down from the nursery with a large diaper bag slung underneath her shoulder. "I gotta grab her something to drink and we'll be all set to go." Debbie nodded and waited with Melanie for Hannah to walk out of the kitchen with two bottles in her hands a moment later. She placed them in the diaper bag and handed the diaper bag over to Debbie. "So, are we ready?" Debbied smiled, nodding her head. "Absolutely. You couldn't ask for a nicer day to go to the park." Melanie saw her step daughter opening the front door and realized that this was it. She started to feel extremely nervous as she found herself staring down at her puffy diaper that was sticking out from her dress for anyone to see as she was pushed out the door and towards the park.

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Nice way to start your day. Nothing better than a full poo poo diaper.

I needed to make poopoos when I woke up this morning as well. There was not much time so I didn’t want to waste a high capacity diaper, so I put on an off brand size 6 baby diaper with tab extenders and completely filled it with peepee and poopoo. At 1st the poopoo was medium to firm, but I felt that I needed to push more. With the middle and rear already full and no room to push out, I untapped the diaper, the positioned myself to poopoo all over the front area of the baby diaper. This poo was very soft and squishy and it felt good to tape the diaper back on me and sit down in it. There were some leaks, but it was on a plastic toilet lid, so it was easily cleaned up.

Chapter 3 of My Next-Door Neighbor is now up! You can read Chapter 4 & 5 on my Patreon page as well as hear my 2nd podcast early! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug

Chapter 4 & 5 of the story is available on my Patreon page as well as the next episode of my Podcast https://www.patreon.com/mamabug (and a ton of other content as well) Enjoy! Chapter Three Laura woke up the following morning with her alarm going off. She let out a yawn as she reached over and turned it off, before rolling to the other side. She stayed like that for a few moments, before she pushed herself to get out of bed and get dressed. She knew if she lingered about in bed for any longer she would end up falling back to sleep. She couldn’t be late to her second day of work. She got in the shower, got dressed, and walked into the kitchen to start breakfast. While she was eating she got a phone call from Dan. “Hey sweetie, how was your first big day?” “It went pretty well,” she said as she stuffed a piece of toast in her mouth, “I really like it.” “That’s good,” he said, “I was going to call yesterday, but figured you still wanted to get settled in.” “Yeah, I’m starting to get there.” She said as she looked around the bare apartment. “Still a little empty though.” “I was thinking of coming to visit you this weekend. If that is okay.” “Yeah, that would be great.” She said. “Okay, I’ll let you know exactly when. Have a good day.” He said as he hung up. She smiled down at the phone. Even though they didn’t work as a couple and although times he could be a little over bearing, she knew that he cared about her. She had to admit that she missed him and was happy to hear he would be down for a visit. It was another great day at work. She began to feel the many details that she must learn begin to pile on. But, everyone was being so kind and patient with her, that it made it a bit easier to get through the day. She even had lunch with a few of her coworkers. She felt like things were starting to go her way, she was finding her place in the world. When she got home, she quickly changed her clothes and placed a thick diaper underneath some booty shorts and a tank top. The shorts covered the diaper, but it did make her ass look slightly larger. She doubted if anyone would be able to tell. She instantly slipped into little space as she nuzzled up on the couch with a paci in her mouth, as she began to watch TV. It was then there was a knock on the door. She spat the paci out of her mouth as she walked over to the door, opening it, surprised to see Jonathan at the door. “Hey neighbor!” She said cheerfully. “What’s up?” “Sorry, I was just wondering if you happened to have any milk? I was making some Macaroni and cheese and realized I didn’t have any…” “Hmm, sounds delicious! And yes, I have some. Give me a moment.” She turned around and headed to the fridge, opening it up and grabbing her milk before handing it over to Jonathan. “Thanks, I’ll bring it right back,” he said as he started to walk away. Laura was just about to close the door when he quickly turned around, “um…if you haven’t eaten yet….did you want to come over?” She smiled. “I would love too!” She than found her inside Jonathan’s house. It was quite simple, but he did have a lot of nerdy things hanging on the wall. Lots of pictures from Nintendo and Star Wars, as well as little figurines of Pokémon. “How long have you lived here?” Laura asked as she continued to look around his living room. “About a year now,” he said as he was watching her from the kitchen. “Nice,” she said as she gave him a smile, “do you need any help?” “No, it’s pretty much done,” he said as he grabbed a couple of bowls and began to give each of them some of the macaroni and cheese, before handing one of them to Laura who was lingering behind him. “Looks so good!” She said as she smelled the aroma coming from the bowl. “Do you want a beer?” He asked as he started to open up the fridge. “Sounds perfect!” The two of them were soon sitting on his couch (he didn’t have a dining room table), with a bowl of macaroni and cheese and a beer. They sat in silence for a few minutes as they enjoyed their food, the TV was on, but the sound was low and they weren’t paying much attention to it. “How do you like it here so far?” He soon asked her. “I like it,” she said, “it’s a big adjustment from college and being on my own, but so far everyone has been really kind to me.” “That’s good,” he said with a nod of his head, “it is a big change. I was living in a dorm until I moved here. I like having my own space though.” “So you don’t have a girlfriend?” Laura asked him, knowing she had asked him these questions earlier. But, it was hard to believe. He seemed like such a put together guy, plus he was cute as well. “N-no…” he said. “are you mocking me?” “What? No, of course not.” She was taken back by that statement. “Don’t you have a boyfriend?” She shook her head. “Not for a while. Most guys I dated weren’t always exactly my type.” He gave her an odd look, but didn’t question her further as he took another bite of his food. Laura placed her empty bowl down and took a sip of the beer. She wished she hadn’t worn a diaper now, as she felt like it might be a bit obvious what she was wearing underneath her shorts. Especially since she had the need to go to the bathroom, but almost felt it disrespectful to wet herself in front of her neighbor. “May I use the restroom?” She asked. “Down the hall and to the left.” “Thanks! I’ll be right back!” She got up and headed towards the bathroom. She hated to waste a perfectly good diaper, but decided she could always give it some use later on. She snickered to herself as she thought that Jonathan would look really cute in a diaper. But, she pushed the thought away. “Thank you for dinner,” Laura said late on that night. She wasn’t planning on staying as late as she did, but after dinner they ended up watching TV and drinking another beer, chatting about different topics. It made her feel a bit less anxious than she had been earlier, “I had a good time. We should do it again.” “No problem,” he said, “thanks for the milk.” “Anytime, neighbor!” She said with a laugh as she held up the container of milk. She started to turn around to leave and head to her own apartment. But, she paused, and turned her head back to look at Jonathan who was still standing by the doorway. “Not sure if this is too forward or not,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders, “but would you like to perhaps to go out sometime?” “Go out?” He asked with a tilt of his head. “You know, like to a movies or going out to eat?” She said with a raised brow. His cheeked reddened a bit, but he nodded his head. “That sounds great.” “Awesome!” She said. “Have a good night.” “You too!” As soon as Laura got home, she emptied what she had left in her bladder into her diaper, feeling it swell around her. She looked down at her shorts and was thankful she decided to opt out of wetting at Jonathan's because now that it was wet, it was quite apparent that she was wearing something other than cute underwear. The thought of going out with Jonathan excited her. He was incredibly cute. She ended up curling up in her bed, with a pacifier and a stuff animal, sleeping all night in her wet diaper, thinking of Jonathan.

Zoom freaks me out and I don't trust it. There are plenty other alternatives that have had a long time to grow and advanced by companies who are far more trustworthy. I don't understand why when Covid-19 hit we all just decided to use this company that no one had ever heard of prior to the pandemic instead of using something like Skype, Jitsi or the tons of other free chat alternatives out there Personally I'm not big on Google services but Even Google Hangouts or whatever would've been better because at least Google has some HIPPA compliant apps/services and has pretty decent security. I just don't get why everyone just decided to use the new kid on the block instead of using one of the time-tested methods. I agree that Telemedicine and Remote Learning applications need to be introduced for those who are especially vulnerable, but I don't think Zoom is the answer.

Poor thing wanted a spanking, but she got something else on her butt instead...

Try telling them incontinence is one of the unexpected , recently discovered consequence of Covid and diaper up ?

That's what i was thinking we've both used dulcolax suppositorys before and neither one of us could possibly hold it for the 45 minutes to an hour it would take us to walk there get our packages and walk back so I'm probably going to do it

Thanks for your vote I'll update this thread as needed

I'm a big girl, NOT a baby - pull ups for me! Mostly at bedtime (haven't quite figured out how to keep my big girl undies dry all night yet) but sometimes during the day if I might not be able to get to a potty quickly - I'm not THAT big, so I can't hold it too long. Sadly real Pull Ups, Goodnites, etc don't fit me well so I stick with Always Discreet. I will wear a cute ABU diaper when I want something more childish but I wish there were more options for ABDL pull ups. I know it isn't really feasible to make them styled like actual Pull Ups but I would settle for a quality adult pull up with cute designs. (I know Bambino makes one, but they're expensive and always sold out in my size when I remember to check. Plus the design isn't my fave.)

Chapter 25 I arrived at school half an hour before classes. It was standard. It beat the idea of pushing through crowds of people on my way to class, but like every other morning that week, I went to the art room first. It was my own little sanctuary and I'd even started leaving some of my belongings in the room. Never anything important, but just little things. Wipes. A scrub brush. I actually cleaned the entire floor one day during lunch. But today was different. Today I didn't clean anything. I opened the door to the room and the pile of books dropped from my hands and clattered against the floor. Kris sat at the teacher's desk, smiling up at me. It wasn't the world’s most romantic display - all I had to offer was me, the little pile of letters (each envelope in a vacuum sealed bag), a little punnet of raspberries from a vendor on the highway and a smile. "Hey peach." In the history of the world and romantic gestures, those words would surely go down and some of the most underwhelming ever spoken. But I figured my presence spoke well enough. I couldn't talk. I had so much to say. So much to tell him. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, but I didn’t. He couldn't be here. We both knew it. I felt my chest rise and fall, faster and faster. I was dizzy. I shook my head again and again. He couldn't be here! He couldn't! And what was I supposed to do? Say? I couldn't even speak?! Quickly as I could, I got up off the chair and raised my hands - pink, raw, clean - and then wrapped my arms around the boy in a tight cuddle. He struggled a moment, then sunk into my embrace and squeezed me even tighter than I'd squeezed him. "Let’s go somewhere safe. My car is outside, we can go anywhere. What about your bedroom?" Skipping school was probably the last concern on his mind, anyway. "I know it's been a while, and you probably can't talk to me straight away. I understand." I motioned to the pile of sealed envelopes. "Those are replies to all your letters. You can read them while we drive, if you want. Or you can read them latter." It took a minute, but I finally pulled away and shook my head. I was used to not talking again, but having him here... it felt strange in the silence. I didn't like it. I pointed to the door, trying to look as sternly as I could. He had to go. He had to know this. But he shook his head. I looked at the envelopes in his hand and took them, my sleeve over my hand, then pointed to the door again. I'd read them. I'd get back to him. "I don't want to be apart any more, peach. I don't. I'm going to be at the Hilton across the street from your school. Room 811." Boldly, I kissed his cheek and it felt as though it were the last day we'd seen one another. And then I left. I wouldn't be far, though; I didn't know how long I could afford the hotel; but he didn't need to know that. I wiped my cheek with a wipe and sat down at the desk. He couldn't be here. I couldn't let him stay. Why was he here? How did he find me?! None of this made any sense. So I decided to read the letters. I didn't go to class that day - I just sat and read the letters again and again and again. And it was just after lunch that I gave up, stuffing the letters back in their envelopes and into my bag. I left. No one stopped me. I was practically invisible. And I walked across the highway, over the overpass, to the hotel. Room 811. The knock on the door was muffled and small; it could only be Sidney. I got up off the sofa - the entire suite having been scoured with a vacuum a dozen times, and each wall scrubbed, and each piece of furniture having been brushed down. Each surface practical sparkled. And I was clean, too, having only stepped out of the shower twenty minutes ago. I opened the door and smiled. "You get more beautiful every time I see you. How do you manage that?" I grinned and stepped back to let him in - chances were, he couldn't talk in here. Not yet. But it was a start. I looked at my feet as I walked in and handed him the letter. I knew I couldn't talk here. I knew I couldn't talk to him at all. But I had written down everything that needed to be said. "Dear Kris, I'm sorry you came all this way. I'm sorry if I gave you false hope or something. I don't know how you found me, but I don't want you here. I haven't made any improvements. I have so much more work to do. I thought the pills would help, but they only made things worse. But I'm trying. I practice every day. And one day, maybe all this will go away. A click the same as the first time. And I'll find you then. But until I can get over something I hate, something so inherently stupid, something that causes so many problems not just for me but for us, then I can't have you around. My email is written at the bottom. I'll read your replies and write you back. But that's all I can offer until I get over this habit. I'm sorry. Sincerely, Sidney" The change of name had been intentional. "They're not the enemy, you know. They're not bad things. They're just a part of who you are, and if you got rid of them... you wouldn't be you any more. You'd be someone else." He didn't make any indication that he'd cared, but he also didn't move to walk away. So I continued. "Your quirks. They're so much a part of who you are. Just like my Aunt Freya. She likes to dip pickles in ice-cream. And my Mom? She won't use a toothbrush more than fifteen times. I don't let people talk during movies - not at all - and I even get upset when they go to the bathroom. People don't get it - they get frustrated at me over it, and whatever. But I think that's because this world is a world where people criticize the quirks of others, shame for them, and don't consider just how many quirks they have of their own." He still didn't move, though his hands were trembling. "Your quirks are no better or worse than anyone else’s. They're different. They're special. They're you. I love that they are... I love that you think it's sweet if I wipe down a chair for you before you sit. I love that you like to be so clean. I love that things have to be just the right way. And I love..." I let that trail off, not sure if I was ready for it... or maybe not sure that he was. I shook my head, turning around to face him with a frightening glare. I wanted to yell. I wanted to scream at him. Tell him how different this was. Explain the differences. How he was confusing quirks with whatever the hell I had. I liked that he made light of it, I did, but it wasn't the case. I couldn't stop. I wanted to. I hated this part of me. And I couldn't move forward. It ruined my life sometimes. It made me miserable. And I dealt with it, sure, the way a dying person deals with dying. But it doesn't mean I wanted it. It wasn't a quirk. But there was no yelling. Because I'm fucking broken. I just sat there, frustrated and furious like Tinkerbell at Peter. "You can't cure who you are... and trying to do so is like trying to count the stars... I wish you loved you as much as I do, peach." And there it was. The word. I didn't regret the feeling, but I regretted saying it. I knew it would push him away, and just like the night I'd put my leg between his. It was something I wished I could take back. I slammed the door on my way out. I wasn't sure what was wrong with me, in that moment. I was just so angry. More angry than I could ever remember being. Couldn't change who I was? Really? Well fuck you, Kris. I could do whatever the hell I wanted! So I threw my wipes down the hallway before taking the elevator to the lobby. I walked home, and what was worse, I touched everything. The elevator button. The door knob. The awning. The brick walls as I passed. The railing of the overpass. I could feel the anxiety building. I could feel it crushing me. I didn't care. I could change. This wasn't part of me. It was an add on. Extra content. Something I could uninstall. Something I could knock down. I'd still be me. The me I was when I was nine. But it all played like a movie in fast forward in my head, everything since throwing those wipes. I made it halfway down the overpass. Granted, it was a hundred times longer than any other attempt, but it was... bad. The panic struck me like a knife, stabbing into my chest again and again, as I ran back toward the hotel. Into the lobby. Into the elevator. Eight. Eight. Eight. Eight. Eight. Eight. But I didn't make it to Eight. Everything spun around like my anxiety made the world dizzy. And I couldn't breathe. My exhales came as quickly as my inhales, and each of those was as quick as the rapidly accelerating heartbeat. Needed those wipes. Needed to get clean. Infected. Dying. This was their fault. Stupid germs. And before the elevator could ding, before the doors opened, everything went black. ------------- Thank you for reading. Like & Comment! Consider supporting us on Patreon!

The roller coaster is almost at the end of its run. I cannot say what is going to happen, but there's going to be a lot more babying before anything happens.

I'll try to get back to posting semi regular updates. Thank you for commenting, it means a lot to me! --- Olivia walked behind the older woman while stealing a glance at the playpen. She spotted her mother playing with dolls with the two redheads. It was all so surreal. So strange. It was like she was dreaming or something. For a second she had almost thought that she was having a trip. 'What if I forgot I took acid or something and I'm hallucinating all this?' Shaking those thoughts from her head, Olivia walked past the kitchen and into the breakfast nook where she took a seat at the table opposite from the woman calling herself "Mommy." "So, what's the deal here? Why is my mother like this? Why is she prancing around in pampers like a drooling dumbass?" "Your aunt used to play House with your mother when they were both little kids. They played every day after school. According to your mother, they played those games, until she was seven." "I-" Olivia stuttered, already caught off guard. "I guess I'll never look at Aunt Paula the same way again." "I imagine not. Anyway, let's cut to the chase here. I'm offering you something that I've never offered anyone else; a once in a lifetime opportunity." "Yeah, about that. I'm not exactly feeling that idea anymore." "Why not?" Mommy asked. "I'm literally offering to train you for free and give you the tools to build your own business. I even offered you a few of my clients. What's not to like about that?" "For starters, what even is- This?" Olivia asked, pointing towards the playpen that stood almost fifteen feet away. "It's ABDL." "What?" "Adult. Baby. Diaper. Lover." The older woman stated each word slowly. "Some people want to behave and dress like babies. They are called adult babies. Others like how a diaper feels and use them in various sexual activities and scenarios. They are known as Diaper Lovers." "So, my mom is an adult baby." Olivia couldn't even believe that phrase came out of her mouth. It sounded like such an oxymoron and yet fit her mother to a tee. She had always acted like a giant brat ever since ivia started going to high school. "Yes and for lack of a better phrase, what I and your mother have is a business relationship." "But that shit where you held her and calmed her down. That was like, like you were acting like her mother." "I'm not always a babysitter. I am many things to many different people. To your mother, I am mommy." The older woman declared in a modest tone. Olivia could see that the woman did indeed have a certain level of power over her mother. Power that Olvia wouldn't mind possessing. "Then, what am I supposed to be if I decide to take over for you? I don't exactly want to be my mom's mom or anything weird like that." "I'm just telling you how things are in our relationship. You can be her babysitter or whatever you two decide. It's best to work these things out between a customer and their provider." "Okay, but my mom hates me. Why would she listen to me?" Olivia asked. "The whole arrangement is a bond of trust, but also a subtle dance of wills. I can tell you have a strong will and the switching of roles may be just what your mother needs. I think that your mother may grow to like this arrangement in time, but remember not to use your knowledge of your mother's fetish as leverage. Both parties understand that this is not allowed in this type of business relationship. Simply put; they don't threaten each other." "Yeah, you say that but you're threatening my mom and kicking her out of this weird little setup you both have." "I'm not the one who violated the contract. Your mother broke all of my rules in one day. She called me during breakfast, ignoring my no call policy at that hour and begged me to be babysat today. The only reason I even accepted her was because she offered me three times my rate just to get a spot today. Then, after I went out of my way to accommodate her, she physically assaulted one of my long time clients!" The older woman's voice rose only slightly as she ended her statement. "That's your fault, though. Like, you should've separated their times or something. Why did you think my mom would share? She never shares anything." "I made the mistake of thinking that two adults could tolerate each other and play nice. That's my fault, I admit that, but your mother still struck Allison and that's what ultimately has forced my hand here. She broke all my rules." "Okay, I get that. Ignoring what my mom did to that other chick, you said she would pay me for babysitting her?" "She'll pay me and you'll be paid by me at the end of every session in cash." "Why would I want that? I could cut you out entirely and blackmail my mom to pay me without all this baby shit." Olivia smiled triumphantly, feeling like she had outsmarted the weird woman sitting across from her. "You can blackmail your mother all you want, but it's not going to get you very far in life. You'll milk her for as much as sge can give you and, eventually, she'll tell your father. He'll either accept her or he'll divorce her and take off. Where does that leave you? If he stays, you lose your leverage. If he leaves, you could end up on the street." "My daddy would never kick me out!" Olivia exclaimed a bit too loudly. "Oh, a daddy's girl, huh?" Mommy chuckled slightly, covering her mouth. "Anyway, he'll probably take care of you until he finds a new woman. Most parents, especially stepmothers, don't carry the burden of their adult children for very long." "Shit. You have a point." Olivia groaned. "So, what am I supposed to do exactly?" "You see that girl out there, the one playing with the redhead and your mom?" Mommy asked, pointing to the teen in the playpen. "Yeah. What about her?" Olivia replied with a sideways glance. "She one of your trainees or something?" "That's Allison's daughter, Mackenzie." "Are you serious?" Olivia blurted out. "Yes. She found out about her mother's little secret roughly half an hour ago." Mommy explained. "You're shitting me." Olivia exclaimed before covering her mouth. With this second, louder outburst, the sound of play grew silent for a moment as the women in the playpen stopped playing with their dolls. Mommy patiently waited for the sound of the girls playing to resume before responding to Olivia. "I'm not lying. She noticed me pushing my pram around and-" "What's a pram?" The blond interrupted. "It's an old fashioned stroller. So, like I said, I was pushing her mother around the block and she got curious about me. If her mother didn't sneeze, Mackenzie would've never known who was laying in the pram." "Okay, soo… she just found out about her mom and now she's playing with her like this is all normal and shit?" "Olivia, you're not quite understanding what I want you to see. Look at what she's doing." Olivia returned her gaze to the girl who was around her own age. She was holding a doll, making it walk around on the surface of the playpen's floor while saying silly things in a goofy voice. If not for the two women who were twice her age, it would've been cute. Olivia shrugged. "She's just playing dolls with them." "Simple things like playing games with your clients, reading them stories, preparing them meals and changing the occasional diaper is all you have to do in this line of work. It really is no different than babysitting, except with bigger babies and a bigger payout of course." The older woman smiled. "Yeah, but I hate kids and I've never babysat anyone." Olivia paused for a brief moment until her eyes lit up. "What's stopping me from just blackmailing you?" Olivia grinned, going off on a tangent. "You take my mom off my hands, give her free babysitting and pay me to keep your freaky business secret. Sounds like a win win to me." "Take a look in the corner by the ceiling." The woman called Mommy smiled as the eighteen year old girl finally noticed the camera. "I have this entire house under twenty four hour surveillance. I have footage of your mother feeding from my breasts. I've got multiple different videos of me changing her dirty diapers. I was literally wiping her ass before you arrived. If you want to play games with me, I'll have your mother's image plastered all over Facebook, Twitter and the less explicit videos put up on YouTube before the day is through. I can destroy her career, and your family by extension, if you want to fuck with me." Olivia's face visibly went pale. "Geez, calm down. It was just a joke." "Sorry for scaring you, but I don't take kindly to threats. Hypothetical or otherwise." Mommy's face remained neutral. "Wait a minute. You're the one telling me that blackmail is bad, but you're going to use it on my mom?!" "A woman has to be able to defend themselves from all threats. Just because I said blackmail is bad for business doesn't mean that I won't utilize it to protect myself from someone like you." Mommy explained with that same neutral expression akin to a professional poker player's face during a high stakes match. Of course, she would never put out private information on her client like that, but Olivia doesn't know that entirely. "Yeah, but won't your other clients hear about how you narced on my mom? That would kill your business." Olivia shot back. "Yes and no. I can always say that a hacker hacked my security system and came across the footage." The older woman said thoughtfully. "That might work on geezers, but not everyone will fall for that line of bullshit." Olivia folded her arms. The woman called Mommy focused her sharp blue eyes onto Olivia's green eyes. "You know something Olivia? You're right. All I really have to do is call the cops on your mother. Have her taken from her in a diaper and a towel wrapped around her upper body. Word will spread when the neighbors see that spectacle unfold in front of my house. Then, It's only a matter of time before everyone knows about how she spends her free time wearing a diaper and hitting strangers. A hot-headed attorney, who strikes random people while indulging in her fetish...that isn't going to look good in the court of public opinion." Mommy paused, letting that fact sink in before continuing. "Take her off my hands, Olivia, learn a lifelong trade that will always bring in money and empower you to be your own woman." "Fine!" Olivia sighed. "But I'm not changing dirty diapers." To be Continued... I just posted a huge update on my Patreon! Check it out! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

Probably more so than his peers, because he wouldn't tell us he had to go till the last second, so now we usually tell him to try going every once in awhile, especially when we are out and it has been awhile since he has last gone.

I'd love to join, unfortunately I don't trust zoom due to many privacy/security issues they've had.

Chapter 24 It wasn't as though I were the compulsive 'collect and keep everything' type of person; but the day I received the letter was the day I went down to the store and bought a little lock-box in blue - I knew he liked blue - and found it a place on my writing desk. I re-read the letter a hundred times, smiling when I did. His parents were driving him crazy. His Mom knew about us - well, probably only that we were friends. He wanted to be better so he could be with me. And he'd write me. I smiled, and started to pen a letter in return. One that I couldn't send; but that I resolved to if he ever provided a way. I resolved, also, to do this each and every time. The letter read; "Dear Peach, I'm really sorry things aren't great on your end - they're not really fantastic here, either; but I'm making them work. Mom and Dad are fighting, and I think that might be it for them soon. I could really use a cuddle - I woke up the other night, cuddled up to my body-pillow and I could have sworn it was you. School is okay - I started telling people I liked boys. Not in a big, open, swishy gay kind of way. Just a “oh, yeah, I like boys too" sort of casual comment when the topic came up. My friends are taking it as I expected they would - little smiles and nods, like it's no big deal. It makes me confident that it's not. I wish you could meet them; they're such great people. I don't talk about you overly much, though Piette said that when I do? My face lights up in a big smile. Maybe she knows. I'm not sure. I miss you a lot, peach. And I hope you write me again, soon. ~Kris." More days passed and more letters were sent. I didn't write on a schedule, but I found I was sending one at least every two weeks. Until January, when they stopped, and March, when they picked up again. "Dear Kris, I'm sorry I haven't written in so long. I started taking pills. Antidepressants. And for a few weeks, I just couldn't write. It was stupid, in retrospect, but I just thought... maybe they'd help. Maybe something in my body changed from when I was young. Maybe they'd work now. I tried to kill myself, which was both stupid and uncharacteristic. The pills made things difficult, and one day I just thought it was a good idea. I'm a lot better now that I'm off them and I feel like I can write again. Through it all, though, I've gotten no better at controlling my quirks. I know I don't talk about them much, but I think it's important you know. I'm not sure I'll ever get better, and if I don't, I'm really sorry. I miss you more than anything, even more than being comfortable outside. I don't know what to do. I wish I could ask you, but I can't open that door. I hope you like these letters. I hope you're getting them. Sincerely, Peach" I wrote letters in reply to those that came, I never missed one. I knew he couldn't read them, not yet. But one day he would. And I enjoyed the ritual. One day the letters stopped coming, though, and I fretted and worried endlessly for two whole months until the next one arrived. And this time, when I wrote my reply, I wrote it while wishing as hard as I could that he'd be able to know my words. "Dear Peach, I had a dream every night for two weeks most recently, and in the dream we didn't go our separate ways after the camp. We disappeared together, and we found our way and we found a life. It wasn't the typical fantasy dream - there were hardships and difficulties and all the realities of life. And each morning I'd wake up, disappointed to know it was only a dream. Sometimes this life feels every bit the dream; it's weird knowing how much I should be with you - be there to protect you and take care of you. But I'm not. I'm so far away, and you're so far from safe. Last night, I thought about driving out to Boston and knocking on every door until I found you. 625,087 people in Boston. That means about 252,051 doors to knock on. I don't know the statistics, but I'm confident I'd find you before I died. But I'm worried that by the time I do, you won't be around anymore. Please be safe. Your Knight, Kris" Signing off as 'your knight' had become a habit in my last few letters; I was sure he'd find it stupid, and not at all charming. But even thinking about how he'd act made me feel a little closer. God it was hard, though. I missed him so much. I slipped the letter into an envelope and sealed it, writing Peach on the front, and then slipped it into his section of the lockbox. "Dear Kris, Things are back to normal. It's been a month since those pills and I'm back at school. I took a bit of leave, which seemed okay since I went to the hospital for my suicide attempt. They kept me for observation - I don't know if I mentioned that in my last letter. Anyway. I'm back at school and things are looking up. I spend a lot of my lunch periods and before class in my old art classroom. It's not used anymore since they built the new wing over the summer. It's nice to get away from everything. A little sanctuary away from home. I can't talk there, yet, but maybe soon? Sincerely, Peach" The day I got that letter, I wrote my reply like always and set it aside; my day brightened for having known that he was doing better. I still worried about the suicide thing. About all that stuff. But it wasn't until I woke up at four in the morning a few nights later that I had an epiphany. I got on my computer, and I started searching. Schools in Boston with new wings. Schools in Boston with art buildings. Schools in Boston with new art wings. Public High Schools in Boston. And then I came across the page for the department of public education. Twenty minutes later... I had a list of public work notices for the schools. And an hour and ten minutes after that, I was showered and cleaned up and in my car on the way to Boston. I should've told my Mom in a better way than a note - she deserved that - but my phone told me it would be about a five hour drive. I could stay at a hotel, and be at his school by morning. He'd be furious. He'd argue that he had this all under control. That I shouldn't have come. But I looked at the pile of my return letters on the passenger seat and smiled. ------------- Thank you for reading. Like & Comment! Consider supporting us on Patreon!

I would poopoo in my panties on purpose many times, starting at about 8 years old. That is when I became interested in diapers again but didn’t often have access to them. I would put toilet paper inside my panties and poop on it before sitting down. If the panties were old and starting to get holes, I wouldn’t bother with toilet paper and just poop in them and dispose. I would do the same thing with maxi pads until I could start driving to purchase my own diapers. Still today, before any of my panties get thrown away, they get the poop poop in them.

i'm enjoying this start.

CHAPTER 9 The world looked so different from the backseat of the car. It’s not that I haven’t sat back there before, but somehow it was different when I was dressed the way I was and treated like a child by my parents. My father didn’t say much. I held out hope that he was starting to reconsider this whole thing now that it was actually starting to happen. Did he see how ridiculous I looked and start to get cold feet? Who knows? Maybe. In the end, we know that if those thoughts danced around in his brain, nothing ever came of them. Otherwise, I would be at the end of the story I’m telling you rather than at the beginning. But what about Mom? I felt no sign of remorse emanating from her. Quite the opposite, really. You see, she really wanted another baby after Megan was born, but Dad put his foot down. Two kids were plenty. She would sometimes try to tempt him by saying stuff like “but don’t you want a son?” He was never that easy to goad, though, so they never had more children. My suspicion was that Mom saw this machination of theirs as a way of finally getting to have another baby… even if the baby wasn’t a real one. One thing was for sure: she sure got into the swing of things right out of the gate. The first hour of the trip consisted primarily of my mother talking about how nice it was going to be to have a baby in the house and how she couldn’t wait to start our new lives and so and and so on and so on. I think the way she went on and on about it started to get on my dad’s nerves though. Just an observation. I finally managed to muster up the courage to look down at myself. I looked ridiculous. I was never seen without blue jeans, tee shirt and tennis shoes, yet here I was in a pink, flowery sundress, tights and weird heels. Speaking of the shoes, where on earth did my mother find these? It’s not like she could have found something like that at a shoe store. I mean, I could just see it now. ‘Pardon me, miss, do you happen to have any Mary Jane shoes with skyscraper heels and padlocks on the straps?’ And I certainly can’t imagine my mother going into a fetish shop. That’s just not something she would be capable of doing. She’d die of embarrassment. All I knew is that I hated what I saw when I looked at the clothes I was wearing. I was, however, grateful for one thing: my urge to defecate had completely subsided. I didn’t even hear my stomach rumbling anymore. I just hoped that things would stay that way. We drove down I-70 for almost eight hours with minimal stops for food, gas and bathroom breaks for my parents. I wasn’t so lucky. I purposely ate and drank very little while on the road, so as to avoid using the diaper. It was close to seven o’clock when we pulled into the parking lot of a motel for the night. According to Dad, we were just outside of Effingham, Illinois. I unbuckled myself and opened the car door, sparing myself the indignity of having my parents do it for me. I couldn’t go anywhere, of course, due to the stupid shoes, but I basked in that little morsel of autonomy. This time it was my father who carried me and as we crossed the parking lot, we drew the attention of a family who were unloading bags from the back of their SUV. They gawked without even trying to hide it. I’m not sure exactly what drew their attention, as I probably passed for an 8-year-old in that outfit and with the sun’s fading rays. Maybe it was the shoes. Seriously, they really stood out. I looked like a child wearing shoes designed for adults. No kid I’ve ever seen wore high heels of this nature, regardless of the fact that they were styled to look like Mary Janes. Plus, I guess it would seem odd for a parent to carry an eight-year-old. My mother didn’t appear to notice the family and if my father did, he didn’t show it. We entered the lobby and he sat me on one of the chairs so he could get his wallet out. “Stay right there, Joella,” he said softly, but with a hint of sternness. My mother sat down in the adjacent chair and smiled at me. No other customers were inside the lobby, which I was elated about. I didn’t want anyone to see me looking like this. Dad talked to the middle-aged lady with obnoxiously red hair at the front desk and paid for the room with his card before prompting us to follow him. Mom picked me up and followed on his heels. Our room was on the second floor and was significantly nicer than the previous motel room. Bigger too, though not by much. Once Dad retrieved the luggage from the car, he mentioned that he needed to call my aunt and uncle to see how things were going in Preston. “Maybe we can go to a restaurant and have a nice family supper after you make the phone call,” my mother offered. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Lillian. People may take exception to all this,” he said as he gestured toward me, the bags with my new clothes and the diaper bag that I had only now noticed. “I think she passes as a little girl. She’s small and is certainly dressed appropriately.” I would have spoken up and refused to go, but I had to pick my battles and there was no way in hell my mom was going to get her way on this. So I let it ride, knowing the end result would be in my favor anyway. “I’d rather not risk any complications.” He saw the disappointed look on her face and softened his voice. “Look, sweetheart, I’d like to have a family supper in a nice restaurant too, but there will be plenty of chances to do that once we’re in Preston. It’s not worth the risk. Lucas can’t really protect us out here if things get hairy.” My mother was slightly more contrary than usual. “Well, he made sure the police officers that accompanied us to that old house were okay with everything we’re doing.” That explained a lot. I was curious to hear Dad’s reaction. “That’s because he made some calls and greased some palms. He can’t keep doing that for us just so we can go out for dinner.” “Mr. Budd wants you in Preston. I heard him tell you that. That’s why he offered you such a good deal on the building. He would help us out again if it came to it.” “That’s not the point,” my father said with a tinge of irritation in his voice, “I don’t want to fall out of his good graces by pestering him to help us get out of situations that are avoidable. Let’s order in tonight, okay? We’ll go to a restaurant in Preston once we’re settled in. fair enough?” My mother was still disappointed, but nodded her consent. I just wanted to know what building she was talking about. I figured I’d ask later. The pizza they ordered was fine, but I only nibbled at it, a fact that didn’t escape my mother. She was always keenly observant of these things. It was like some kind of useless superpower or some shit. “Joella,” she said in that motherly tone she achieves, “you haven’t been eating much at all since we left Pittsburgh. Now that I think about it, you haven’t used Number One or Number Two yet either. I’m starting to worry.” “I’m not hungry,” I said in an obstinate tone. “Sweetie, you’re going to have to get some food in your tummy or you’re going to get sick.” My father put two and two together and came up with four. He addressed my mother, “She’s not eating because she doesn’t want to use her diaper. Simple as that.” He then turned to me. “I’ll let you have this victory. You can go use the potty until we reach Preston. But there’s a condition. If I do this for you, I expect you to behave, okay? Traveling is stressful, especially since I’m the one driving. I don’t need sass from you when my concentration needs to be on the road so we arrive safely. Deal?” I nodded. At this point, I would have agreed to do just about anything to avoid using this diaper. “Go on then. Go to the bathroom.” I didn’t need to be told twice and darted in there as quickly as I could, in case he somehow changed his mind. Even though the need to pee and poop had largely gone away, I still knew it had to be done. It was a pain to get the tights and diaper down, but I wasn’t complaining. Getting them back up was an even bigger pain in the butt. When I exited the bathroom, I walked in on a conversation about how things were going back in Preston. They thought I was still in the bathroom. My father did most of the talking since he was the one who made the phone call earlier. “No, Jimmy said everything was okay on that front.” “Nothing was broken?” she asked. “He said one of the lamps had taken a bit of a tumble so it had a crack, but it’s still usable.” She replied, “I can turn that part toward the wall or something. It’ll be okay. How is Megan?” “They both said she has been a huge help through all this. She was worried about Joella to the point of being sick but started feeling better after I called from the hospital. According to Jimmy, she was hesitant about her new role as the official big sister, but after seeing what Joella did and all she put everyone through, she’s completely on board for it. In fact, she even spent her allowance to buy Joella some cute stuff, including a dress.” “Isn’t that sweet of her? Maybe this will help Megan feel better about the move.” I was furious! Sure, Megan had been put in charge of me for quite a while, but this felt different, like I was absolutely going to be treated like a baby by her. And to think that she’d be so into it that she’d buy me baby shit! I was inclined to burst their bubble by verbally ripping them a new asshole, but I knew that wouldn’t be the smart play. A plan was forming in the back of my brain. I wouldn’t just allow this to happen. I was not going to reach Preston, come hell or high water. I would escape this mess that night, because I knew deep down that it would be all over once we get to that damnable town. No, this plan was going to work. It HAD to work. My whole life depended upon it.

I've never written something like this, so if it's not good let me know what I can do to improve, please. Thank you in advance for reading. Change The Station By: The Unknown Author Ding dong. The electronic chime of the train arrival notification system came over the PA system outside, the message that followed drown out by the sound of the running sink I was hunched over after splashing my face with water. Looking up into the mirror with a sigh, my eyes half open to keep the headache at bay, I shut off the water and turned to grab some paper towels to dry my face, lurching forward on shaky legs and bracing myself on the wall near the hand dryer. “You can do this.” I told myself, not that I actually believed it. The truth was, I wasn’t sure I’d make it out of the bathroom, let alone down to the platform and onto a train before I dropped dead from whatever was causing the headaches I’d been having. Grabbing a wad of paper towels, I pressed them to my face and threw them in the trash before grabbing the handle of the bathroom door and entering the bustling station. People looked at me nervously as I passed them, not a great sign. My headache flared up angrily, stabbing the soft mass behind my eyes and stopping me in my tracks, looking around as the world spun in my vision. I focused on a bench, hoping the attention to a specific point would stabilize my equilibrium. The bench had five people seated on it, two men, two women, and a small child no older than five, the worn lightly colored wood seemed too old looking for the relatively modern station it resided in, a throwback to a bygone era of steam engines and horse drawn carriages by the looks of it. I blinked hard and gasped as the bench warped and shifted as I opened my eyes, the old wood replaced with metal and leather, the kind of seating you’d see at an airport. The people still sat there, unfazed by the change in their seating. I blinked again and the bench was still changed and I moved to it to touch it, feeling the cold steel and stiff material of the seats, the stares of the occupants causing me to withdraw my hand quickly. I took a seat on the bench opposite the newer one, the wood beneath me creaking in protest as I sat back and took a deep breath. My eyes met the man on the far left of the new bench, he was looking up from his book, a dry and boring spy novel by the look of the cover, and I forced a weak smile his way to keep him from worrying about what a freak I must look like. I thought that if he had a more engaging book he might not be so nosy, like the little boy with his popup book further down the bench. Laughter brought my attention back to the book man, now grinning from ear to ear as he looked at the popup book on his lap, the cutout of an animal character in the book moving back and forth as he pulled the flap at the bottom of the page and giggled as the character shifted to and fro in a sort of dance for him. Again, no one seemed the slightest bit concerned by this change of scenery. Was I doing this or was I just hallucinating? I needed to test it, to prove that it was real, so I got up and made my way over to the man with the popup book. “Whatchya readin’?” I asked him as casually as I could manage. He looked up at me and then back to his book, the dancing bear he’d been so entertained by now motionless. “It’s a book about fairy tales.” he told me, his tone annoyed with being distracted from his fun. “Can I see it?” I asked as I reached out to touch the book, to feel whether it was real or not. He snatched it away from me before I could. “No!” he shouted. “It’s mine!” he added snottily. I sighed, his yelling causing my headache to flare up again. “I just want to see it for a second.” I told him. “Get your own, lady!” he snapped. I felt my anger build and snatched the book from him, bringing an immediate response of childish shrieking from the man that was twenty years my senior. My headache grew with each second of the sound assaulting my ears and I glared at him as I gritted my teeth and looked at the book in my hands, the feel of it exactly what one would expect from a popup book. I realized as I turned the book over in my hands that his noise had ceased abruptly, and I looked up from the book to see him sitting there sucking on a pacifier, crocodile tears rolling down his cheeks as he made grabby hands toward his book and whimpered softly. I dropped the book and stared at him in amazement and terror, watching as he slipped off the bench to retrieve his book and sat with it on the floor as he clumsily opened it back up and played with it. “What the fuck is going on?” I wondered as I wandered away, looking back at him several times as I did. “I can change reality.” I thought, a pleasant tingle of empowerment running up my spine, bringing me to a stop and turning me back around to look at him once again, my mind focusing on him. His long sleeved collared shirt and khakis shifted on his body, the legs of the pants receding up his legs as the sleeves of his shirt shortened and the collar snaked away from the shirt and up to the pacifier ring to make a tether clipped to his new shirt, a baby blue onesie that had merged with the former khakis to stretch over the bulk of the diaper he now wore. His shoes softened into baby blue booties and the popup book dissolved in his hands and became a plush baby block. I giggled mischievously, and looked to the man and the woman that had been sitting next to him on the bench. Her purse changed into a diaper bag at my urging, her breasts swelling beneath her tanktop as I filled them with milk for her new baby. The man had no outward change, but I made him aware that his baby needed his mother, and watched as he stood up and went to the grown baby man and effortlessly picked him up from the ground despite the size difference of the two, the baby in question outweighing his new daddy by a hundred or more pounds. The new mommy took the man just as easily and positioned him on her lap as she she lifted her shirt and opened the front flap of her nursing bra and removed his pacifier before placing her engorged nipple to his lips which he greedily latched onto. I burst out laughing as the scene played out in front of me, the woman that was probably just out of college if she wasn’t still enrolled in it cradling a man that could’ve been her father as he nursed from her and she patted his thickly diapered bottom through his onesie, all while no one payed any attention to the events. My headache faded and I was able to stand upright again, feeling an immense wave of power wash over me. I looked up at the clock and smiled, only a few more minutes until my train arrived, enough time to have some more fun with whatever this thing I had was. Hurrying back to the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror and focused on myself, the sickly, sweaty look I’d been sporting given my awful health needed to change immediately. I focused on my hair, shortening the shoulder length, curly mass into something more manageable and cute, the curls straightening and changing color until I had a silver bob cut that looked fantastic against my mahogany skin. My hoodie and jeans shifted and melded together, their colors brightening into a sunflower printed dress in a lime green, strapless to show off my shoulders. My worn tennis shoes became sandals with a daisy on the top strap of each shoe. “I am goddamned stunning!” I thought to myself as I gave a giddy twirl in front of the mirror before making my way back out into the main station. The barista at the nearby coffee shop gave me a coffee and bagel free of charge because she thought I was so pretty and made her way around the counter at my insistence to give me a kiss and put her number into my phone. “You can call me any time, day or night!” she eagerly offered, desperate to please me and prove devotion to me. I put my phone into my handbag and smiled at her. “Sophie, was it?” I asked, ignoring her name tag. The blonde nodded vigorously, a huge smile plastered on her face. “Yes, ma’am, but you can call me anything you like!” she offered. It wasn’t her fault she was being so pathetically needy, I was exerting that trait on her, pushing her as I explored my newfound abilities. “What about bitch?” I asked coyly. “Would you appreciate me calling you bitch?” I added. Without hesitation she nodded once more. “Yes, ma’am, thank you, ma’am!” she said with a little curtsy that I thought I’d like to see her perform. “Take off your clothes, bitch.” I whispered softly into her ear. In a flash she was stripping for me, slowing down to make it sexier for me as each piece of clothing left her body and gathered in a small pile on the floor at my feet, an offering to her new goddess. I looked her up and down slowly, marveling at how underdeveloped she truly was once her padded bra was removed. “How old are you, bitch?” I asked her. “Twenty five, ma’am.” she responded obediently. I smiled at her. “You’re sure it’s not two or five?” I asked as I traced a fingernail over her puffy pink nipple, delighting in her soft shudder of pleasure. She shook her head. “No, ma’am!” she answered quickly before my will brought a look of uncertainty to her face. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” I asked softly, my tone dripping with feigned concern. She shook her head to try and sort her thoughts, memories of her adulthood tumbling out of her head with the jostling. “Five is a big girl number!” she chirped proudly. I chuckled and nodded. “It is, isn’t it?” I said. “Much too big for you, right?” I asked. Her eyes lost the luster of decades of knowledge, reverting to a more wide and innocent state as she stuck her thumb into her mouth and giggled as she nodded and looked at me adoringly. With a push of my will, her clothes slithered up from the floor, climbing her legs like snakes up a tree, morphing into something more appropriate for her new mindset. The cluster of adult clothing became a thick cloth diaper and lavender plastic pants and a belly shirt the same color with white lace on the hem and sleeves. Her hair worked itself into a pair of pigtails and her name plate formed into a pacifier and leapt into her mouth as she removed her thumb. She wobbled unsteadily and reached out for me, giggling again as I held out my arms and steadied her, helping her down to the floor where she sat on her bottom with legs splayed out in front of her suckling intently on her pacifier. “Can you say, ‘thank you, Mommy’?” I asked her as I looked down with a pleased grin. She burbled a bit of drool coated nonsense at me and wiggled where she sat as I patted the top of her head. I strolled down the walkway of the train station making little changes here and there for my amusement, a Karen complaining about her ticket to a young man at the customer service counter devolved into a little yipping dog inside of a carrier bound for somewhere she couldn’t bother anyone. A particularly crabby looking man at the bar joined his kids at the claw machine, finding that his new older brother and sister had nothing but teases and taunts for the little boy that cried for his mother as he wet his pants. Taking a seat on a newly appeared luxuriously comfortable chair amid the benches in the waiting area, I twisted my panties beneath my dress into a diaper similar to the one the book man had been wearing, just to see what it felt like, giggling softly as I rose slightly on the bench as the bulk swelled beneath me. Lifting my dress to look at my new undergarment brought a smile to my face as the colorful cartoon characters of my youth adorned the plastic shell. I relaxed my bladder and gasped as the sensation of my warm liquid swirling around inside my diaper before being absorbed brought a whole new level of arousal to my consciousness. The woman across from me smiled at me when she saw me looking at my diaper and I smiled back and urged her to come to me, which she did, leaving her husband to crawl to me and kneel in front of me obediently. “Are you a good girl?” I asked her. She nodded eagerly. “Yes, ma’am.” she said without hesitation. I spread my legs and lifted my dress, my diaper dissolving away to show her my hairless sex. “Show me.” I told her. As the stranger began to lick me lovingly, I turned my attention to her husband, bringing him crawling over to me as well, his burly, masculine form melting away as he got closer until he was a buxom young woman, the years falling off of him until he was barely legal. As he climbed onto the bench and sidled up beside me his clothes changed from the stuffy business attire to a babydoll tee and a skirt so short I could see his puffy pink lips glistening beneath. I filled my breasts with milk as I’d done with the woman earlier and pulled the lusty little thing to them and gasped as she latched on and began to nurse, the combination of ministrations above and below bringing me over the edge and grabbed his wife by the back of her head and forced her against me as I came harder than I ever had before. I lazily looked down at his wife, face slick with my love and softly stroked her hair. “Good girl, that made Mommy very happy.” I praised, smiling as she giggled and climbed up onto the bench to latch onto my other breast, feeding beside her new sister. When my girls had filled their bellies I returned my breasts to normal and had them stand up in front of me and gave them matching dresses, the kind of frilly thing a toddler would wear to Easter service at church and made sure their new diapers shown beneath the bottom of the dresses before I sent them off to play with their dolls. “Jasmine Perkins?” a man’s voice came from behind me. Turning at the sound of my name I saw a tall man in a suit holding up his badge, a shimmering black disk with a pentagram on the face of it. “Who are you? How do you know my name?” I asked as I took a cautious step backward. “You already know the answers to those questions, Jasmine.” He said as he walked around the bench and put his badge away as he made his way to me. “You really shouldn’t have come here, you aren’t well.” he said. I scoffed. “I’m fine, man.” I told him, willing him to stop advancing toward me. “You can’t do anything to me, Jasmine, we’re immune to your power.” he told me. The headache came roaring back, making me double over in pain as I held my head with both hands. I saw two other people in suits advancing from the crowd to my right and left and backed up slowly as he got closer. “Just surrender and we can get you the help you need.” he told me calmly. The people all around me rose to their feet and swarmed him, fighting to defend me as if I were their queen, the crowds on either side of me doing the same with the others allowing me to turn and make a break for it, the world spinning in my vision as I staggered to the train platform. I heard screaming and felt a whoosh of energy behind me that almost sent me to the ground, but I managed to keep myself moving as I pushed through the doors to the platform. “Nowhere to run, Jasmine!” the man called out from somewhere behind me. “No train’s coming for you.” he said smugly. The throbbing in my head was unbearable now and I felt blood leaving my nose and rolling over my lips, the smell of burning hair filling my nostrils as I fell to my knees. “That’s it, surrender and we’ll get you the help you need.” he repeated as he walked up behind me. I was panting now, my brain on fire and my vision reduced to merely pinholes as the pain swallowed up everything but my most basic of thoughts and functions. “Not. Surrendering.” I growled as I let go and allowed the pain to swallow me up. A violent tearing sound, deafening and total was all that could be heard aside from my own screaming and it seemed to drag on for an eternity as the brightest light imaginable swallowed everything around me and then I was tumbling through a tunnel of nothingness and the rushing sound of my own velocity replaced the chaos noises, and then it was all gone. Silence reigned supreme for what could’ve been a nanosecond or the entire span of human history until it was challenged by the soft melody of a lullaby generated from somewhere and nowhere at the same time. The tinny music filled my ears and the white began to fade allowing me to see the bright colors surrounding me, a ring of soft cartoon characters gently spun above me, the barred sides on either side of me rising high above where I lay. I felt myself smile and heard a gurgle as a happy feeling welled up within me and escaped my lips, sneaking out beneath the rubbery thing in my mouth. Words formed in my mind, names for the things I was seeing, all classified as being owned by me. There was my mobile, and my crib, and my pacifier, and then the feeling of my diaper growing warmer and wetter as my tinkle entered it. “Good morning, Jasmine!” a woman cooed from the other side of the room. I looked and felt that happiness again as I recognized the woman as my Mommy, though she was my own age, she was still the changer of diapers and giver of cuddles and bringer of milky boobies, the last one bringing an empty grumble from my tummy just thinking about it. “As you can see, the subject returns to her “safe space” when faced with adversity or fear.” Mommy said to a group of men and women behind her, all in the same white coats as Mommy. The people wrote on their clipboards and nodded. “So, you let her leave and do whatever she wants and trust that she’ll return?” one girl asked. Mommy shook her head. “Not exactly, Jasmine is far and away the most powerful being on Earth, we couldn’t stop her if we tried to.” she said as she walked over to the crib and reached inside to stroke my still silvery short hair. “We let her play with her toys for a little bit and then ensure she returns by sending our agents out to corral her into returning here, in the between times we ensure that her awareness of her power is diminished as much as possible through a combination of hypnosis, embedded in the music she hears all day and inhibitors in the food and drink she has outside of her normal breastfeeding.” she explained. “How do the agents keep from being affected by her?” one of the men asked. Mommy smiled at me. “Jasmine’s powers are only effective against beings with conscious thought or objects in the world, we created the agents with that in mind and found that she has no control over them and they became her babysitters of sorts.” she explained. “Is it safe for us to be in here with her?” another woman asked. Mommy nodded. “Jasmine can do things to you in here, I won’t lie, but she’s far less likely to do so here in her safe space where she’s calm and happy.” she said. The group wrote more on their clipboards. “Hungry, Mommy!” I burbled around my pacifier. Mommy smiled and let down the side of the crib before she picked me up as though I weighed nothing and carried me over to the rocking chair where she efficiently got me set up at her breast for my feeding. “As you can see, Jasmine has ensured that she can be taken care of as easily as a real infant, reducing her perceived weight to that of a mere newborn.” she explained as she rocked me and gently rubbed my back. I closed my eyes and savored the warm milk as it flowed down my throat and envisioned the cute blonde in the group. Her white coat and professional attire warping into a simple shirt and diaper similar to my own as her hair fell from its ponytail and bunched up into pigtails on either side of her head. “Jasmine!” Mommy scolded. I giggled, milk dribbling down my cheek as I heard the crinkling of the blonde’s diaper as she crawled over to us. “Clearly Jasmine took a shine to you, little one.” Mommy cooed to the blonde as she stopped at Mommy’s feet. Baby babble escaped the blonde’s lips behind me and Mommy scooted off the rocking chair and down to the floor to let my new sister join me for lunch on her other breast. “Why don’t you all head out to the hall while I finish with these two, and we’ll head to the storage facility to see the objects of power we’ve collected over the years.” Mommy told the group. Once they were all gone I looked up at Mommy and our eyes met and she smiled down at me. “She was a very bright young girl, Jasmine.” she told me. The blonde suckled noisily beside me and I unlatched from Mommy’s breast. “Do I hafta turn her back?” I asked. Mommy nodded softly. “She can spend the night with you here, but tomorrow she goes back to normal, okay?” she asked. I nodded. “Okay, Mommy!” I chirped happily before latching on to finish my meal. “Good girl.” Mommy whispered as she stroked my hair. “You’ll always be Mommy’s good girl, won’t you, Jasmine?” she asked. I nodded softly and closed my eyes, thinking about all the things Mommy had said to the people that were with her, wondering absently about what hypnosis and inhibitors were, but the sound of my new sister making a poopy in her diaper distracted me. “Looks like someone is racing you to poopy town.” Mommy cooed as she rubbed the blonde’s back softly. My thoughts focused on beating my new sister as I eagerly began to fill my own diaper. “I guess those things aren’t really important.” I thought to myself as Mommy praised me for winning the dirty diaper race. “Maybe I’ll try and figure it out tomorrow.” I decided.

I’ve been inspired by those abdl roleplay online quizzes recently and always inspired by the diaper dimension world by Princesspottypants. Wanted to share the idea for others to enjoy as well~ - - - - Part One You Belong in Diapers Quiz Shouldn’t it it say ‘Do I belong in diapers’? This could be the chance to show them you were telling the truth, but this ‘quiz’ has no question mark. Was it a typo? Or did it just fit the theme of this ‘dimension’ you’ve found yourself stuck in; like the silencing pacifier stuck suckling in your mouth. That was the price of too many questions you learned, and you were learning fast. These ‘Amazons’ quickly grew annoyed when their ‘Littles’ pretended to know what was best for them. It was true the farther you moved into the compound the quieter it became. At the front was a cacophony of harried explanations, firm commands, disciplinary threats, and the inevitable follow-through. That was all muted now replaced by soft suckling, condescending cooing and the crinkle of diapers. Your bottom still bemoans your naughtiness as the redness stands in sharp relief beyond the white frilly leak guard of your own diaper. You shift buckled to the hard seat and the cool lotion trapped inside at least continues to provide some relief despite the constant reminder of the circumstances surrounding how it was lathered on then dusted with powder. A warning swat jumps you in your seat. The sting lingers between your diaper and thigh from your caretakers wickedly pink gloves. You refocus on the quiz, unknowingly working the pacifier in your mouth more noticeably as you begin. The first questions were harmless enough; matching the quiz better to your information on file, and you interacted with the tablet with no real concern until the next question gave you pause When was the last time you wet in your pants? You glance nervously at the expectant Amazon nurse, an air of smugness by now constantly around her and her clipboard poised in hand. This one has been your ‘caretaker’ during this entire lengthy process and has given you enough ‘personal attention’ to have gotten to know you in a multitude of embarrassing ways yet never seems to tire. Her haughty brow raises knowingly and in warning; any ‘lies’ were to be punished. You consider the choices... A. Not since I have been wearing diapers B. Not since I was ‘potty trained’ What choices. Amazons, ever prepared, had you already put in ‘protection’ as soon as you arrived, so it was simply a prompt trip to the appropriate changing station and an upgrade (or downgrade) to tab-style diapers when it happened. With the ‘witness’ with a penchant for spanking in the room, you placed your finger on the ‘correct’ response and kept your eyes on the test to save yourself from the nurse’s triumphant look. All those protests at the beginning claiming the validity of your potty training level and now look at you moving on to question two. How often do you wet yourself? A. Often B. Sometimes Yet again, two choices and neither were ‘no’ but the lesser of the two ‘confessions’ seemed almost like a gift considering your day. Question three. When you wet, how large is the accident? A. Only a little B. A full accident that requires changing You flushed and the nurse made another delighted tally upon the clipboard against you proving the choice was obvious to all involved. The ordeal of your losses of control had consisted of a quick transition from sudden plastic pitter and warming between your legs to being grabbed by the wrist for a change by your caretaker who didn’t waste time marveling at how such a wet diaper could possibly belong to someone as well potty trained as you before plopping it in the pail and proceeding to further wipe, massage, sprinkle, and diaper you yet again. Shaking the memory, you continue somewhat defeatedly down the list. Your hope of an objective test being wiped away like your changed bottom. When was the last time you messed your pants? This perked you up a little. Messed? Did that mean...soil? No, you hadn’t done that. You look at the choices. A. Today B. Within the last week. Another hard suck made the plastic pacifier tinkle. Again with these two choices. The implication that you had ‘messed your pants’ ‘within the last week’ burned your cheeks as you pressed the screen, but not enough to warrant another burning to the ones on your bottom. The nurse made an ‘ah ha’ noise, and scribbled on her board most likely noting your movements and to soon expect dirty diapers. The quiz followed the predictable pattern giving you the questionable gift of being able to claim you mess your pants ‘Sometimes’ and ‘Only a little.’ The quiz continued. Forcing you to admit to many more things, such as, yes, you currently were wearing ‘A diaper’ and when changed you were changed by ‘Yourself?’ No of course not ‘A caregiver.’ In the end, the results were in, and echoed everything the Amazons had been saying. ‘Littles belong in diapers for both daytime and nighttime wetting accidents, and in your case, with the occasional inability to make it to the potty for messes as well. An Amazon must monitor when it is time for your changes and provide minimal potty training only if your behavior improves.’ The clack of the nurse’s clipboard signaled this stage of the processing was complete and it was on to the next. - - - - Part Two Is Your Little Ready for Potty Training Quiz The Amazon sighed at the tablet screen one eye always on you as you sat with your coloring. No change noted in the state of your diaper since your morning routine. A tingle of happiness floated through her looking at how cute the newest printed diapers she’d bought for your looked on you and how snuggly they fit beneath your cropped tee. In all honesty she really didn’t want to take this quiz but the report was due and it was mandatory so she sipped her tea and began. Does your little tell you right away when their diaper is messy or wet? She nearly spit. Goodness no! What a scandalous question. It was completely against her house rules and her little knows Mommy is the only one who can say when a diaper has been properly wet or dirtied. Still shocked, she scanned the choices for more targets of her ire but instead she relaxed into a bit of a laugh as she read the actual options, especially the second. B. My little one does not notice or hides when they need to go. Oh this was true, she had caught her silly little one on multiple occasions looking for a place to go ‘in private’. What a silly thing when even most efficient changes can still be done on a park bench or the back of an open car. This was the obvious answer. Can your little one follow simple instructions? Certainly not to her caliber. Far too much hesitation in certain simple requests like ‘smile and show them your cute diapers honey’ or ‘I haven’t seen a messy diaper in a while drink your boom boom bottle little one.’ She selected the appropriate response. Does your little one have periods of a few hours during the day that they stay dry? She chewed her lip. How easy it would be to lie. She didn’t track it that closely after all, and Littles needed wet diapers to remind them of their needs. Although it was true her diaper changing times were certainly greater than a few hours. Reluctantly she with conceded with ‘A. I can typically go a few hours during certain times without any changes.’ A huffy sigh left her as she moved on from picking the option that would place her little closer to potty training. Does your little have the language skills to communicate needs? A. My little is able to express wants and needs to myself and other adults. She laughs out loud. Choice A was simply comical! Words as simple as ‘diapie’ ‘pee pee’ and ‘poo poo’ were extremely difficult words to be said by her little. Her little one simply made a pouty face most times when asked to do so by herself ‘and other adults.’ Ha! A few more questions proceeded quite similarly and the results where in Your little one is not quite ready for potty training. Sometimes the best advice is to wait and continue diaper use until they are more behaviorally developed. The Amazon grinned and began browsing social media to chuckle at the other comments at the absurdity of the mandated quiz. She looked to see her little one moving towards the corner and she chuckled under her breath it seemed a new diaper change was going to be needed sooner than she thought.