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Scott endures his worst night in memory... and the morning isn't much better! --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to TWENTY-EIGHT EXCLUSIVE stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Scott didn’t remember falling asleep but at some point in the night he woke up in the almost totally dark nursery. He was confused for a second about what had woke him up but then a he felt a pressure deep within his bowels, a dreadfully familiar sensation that let him know he needed the bathroom right away. Scott’s first instinct was to get out of bed and use the toilet or at least get his parents but when he rolled to the side he collided with the rails of the crib. It was a painful reminder of his humiliatingly cramped bed. He climbed up on to his knees and looked out at the room, Huw was dead to the world and softly snoring. Reaching through the bars Scott tried to reach the release lever on the floor. His arms just weren’t long enough and he was left with nothing but a sore shoulder after the attempt. Scott considered trying to climb over the top of the rails but he couldn’t comfortably get a hold of the top bar and he hated to think about his punishment if he broke something getting out, even if he didn’t break anything his parents would likely punish him for leaving the crib without permission. Scott’s crippling lack of control over his bowels was quickly becoming a huge issue and he was finding his intestines wanting to push out the mess within. He hated to think about crapping his pants in the middle of the night because he knew no change was coming till the morning but he wasn’t going to get a choice in the matter. Despite his desperate pleading for his body to calm down Scott found his bowels pushing and he was forced to squat whilst holding on to the metal rails. “Ugh.” Scott grunted as he felt his bowels squeezing and overcoming his tired body. It wasn’t slow. Scott felt a large turd leaving his body almost as soon as he gave up the fight. The sticky lump hit the back of the snug fitting nappy and spread out from the centre. Scott could feel his waste inching across his skin like fresh mud when stepped on by a boot. Scott dipped lower and grunted again as he strained to completely soil himself. This was something he had grown somewhat used to but doing it within the confines of a crib in the middle of a nursery somehow made it even worse. The house was silent except for his occasional grunts and exhales after holding his breath and pushing down. There was a lot to come out and the young man could feel the stinky mess spreading and extending until his body finally felt empty. He took a deep breath and finally relaxed. This was a nightmare scenario for Scott who was now extremely messy but completely unable to do anything about it. He knew he would be in trouble if he left the crib without permission or woke Huw up so he was stuck, he had no idea what time it was but it was still dark so he knew he would have a long time to wait. After a couple of minutes Scott’s legs started to hurt from the position he was in. He gently laid down on the mattress. He tried to avoid spreading the huge lump in the back of his nappy but it was impossible to do so completely. He could feel himself sinking into the stinky mess as it pushed out. He let out a low whine as he pulled his covers back over him and tried to get back to sleep despite his full underpants, the smell was already escaping the plastic confines and assaulting his nostrils as he lightly sobbed in the darkness. The door to the nursery opened the next morning and disturbed Scott from what little sleep he had been able to get. He could smell the horrid stench of a full nappy and it took him a few moments to remember it was coming from himself, the mess that had been so warm before now felt much cooler and somehow even more unpleasant. “Smelly!” The first word that morning was spoken by Hailey who walked into the room along with her mother. “It is a bit ripe in here.” Sandra agreed, “Who’s left us a little present this morning?” Scott was facing away from the door and trying not to move as if remaining as still as possible would save him from his humiliation. He wished it was him mum coming to wake them, it would’ve been marginally less humiliating than his aunt who was about to find out that Scott was little more than a helpless baby. “I’m dwy!” Huw loudly declared from his crib in the middle of the room. “Well done!” Sandra enthusiastically praised the two-year-old, “What a big boy! But that means…” Scott could hear his aunt walking closer to his girly bed and then felt the covers shift as Sandra reached under the blanket. Scott cringed as a hand pushed against the back of his nappy. He felt the cold poop push against his skin and let out an involuntary shiver. “Oh dear…” Sandra sounded more disappointed than surprised, “I know you’re awake, you can roll over.” Scott was reluctant to look at his aunt but he rolled over anyway. His face was red and he felt quite physically unwell from the shame he was experiencing. He could see Sandra lowering the side of the crib and when he caught her eye she simply shook her head in apparent disappointment. “Well, we better change Scott first since he is in desperate need.” Sandra said as the pink rails clattered to the ground, “It’s actually quite funny. You’re the oldest out of all your brothers and cousins and yet you’ll probably be the last one out of nappies.” Scott dropped down to the floor and endured the walk of shame as the two babies with clean and dry underpants watched him head to the changing table. He hopped up and since the mess couldn’t be spread any further he didn’t worry when his butt hit the padded surface. He laid back and expected Sandra to get his mum, when she started pulling the tapes off the nappy he suddenly became much more bashful. “Y-You aren’t going to… change me, are you?” Scott asked haltingly. “Of course I am.” Sandra replied, “Huw doesn’t care when I change him, do you Huw?” “No, Aunty Sandwa.” Huw replied. “Yeah, but-” Scott started. “Don’t be such a baby.” Sandra replied with a shake of the head. Scott felt the front of his nappy get pulled down and he reluctantly moved his hands to the side. He closed his eyes tight as his most intimate area was exposed to his aunt. He was cleaned over several minutes with both Hailey and Huw watching, it was utterly humiliating. When he was finally taped into a clean nappy he felt a great relief. “OK, everyone, let’s go downstairs. It’s such a nice day we are going to head out into the garden.” Sandra smiled as the kids cheered. Scott jumped down from the changing table with his nappy crinkling louder than ever before. Sandra grabbed a shirt from Scott’s bag which had been helpfully placed in the nursery and pulled it over the young man’s head. He waited for a pair of trousers or something but instead Sandra walked over and held the nursery door open for him. “Aren’t you going to finish dressing me?” Scott asked. Only halfway through his sentence did he realise he hadn’t even thought about grabbing some clothes himself. “It’s easier to keep an eye on if you need a change when we can see your nappy.” Sandra responded. Scott bowed his head and slowly shuffled out on to the landing. He felt so exposed dressed as he was. Sandra followed him down a few seconds later whilst holding both Huw and Hailey’s hands. Scott walked through to the kitchen and saw that the door to the back garden was already open. Elliot was sat at the kitchen table just finishing his breakfast. He looked up to see Scott and smirked. “You’re looking more like a baby every day.” Elliot giggled. “Shut it.” Scott replied angrily, “Where’s Mum?” “You mean “Mummy”?” Elliot replied. “I swear to God…” Scott stopped as Sandra walked in with the two babies. “Come on everyone, out into the sun.” Sandra shepherded everyone out and closed the door behind her. Scott felt so open and exposed to be in just a nappy and shirt whilst out in the sunny garden. The fences on either side were high but Scott could see that if any neighbour looked out their upstairs window they would be able to see him in all his embarrassing glory. “Kids, why don’t you go play in the sand.” Sandra suggested. Huw and Hailey didn’t need to be told twice as they quickly hurried on their shaky legs towards the sandpit. Scott stayed where he was hoping he could join the adults but when Sandra waved him away he sighed and followed Huw and Hailey to the play area. The two babies rapidly started playing games where they built little castles whilst Scott sat to the side with his arms folded across his chest and he desperately tried to hide his disposable underwear. He looked over to the table near the house enviously. He could see the two dads and two mums chatting along with Elliot who kept looking over to Scott with a very smug look. The only time one of the adults came over was to hand out juice boxes and although Scott wanted nothing to do with them he couldn’t deny his thirst as he sat in the sun. He drank alongside Huw and Hailey whilst feeling bored out of his mind. Eventually, just to give himself something to do, he moved into the sandpit and started joining in the games as best he could. If he was supposed to be a baby maybe he should join in the baby games, Scott thought. After a while Scott felt his bladder twitch and he barely gave it a second thought. He relaxed his body and soon felt the hot urine pouring into his nappy like a leaky hosepipe. He continued playing once he was finished even as felt the pee tickling his sensitive areas as it searched for dry padding to soak into. Only a couple of minutes after Scott’s “accident” Hailey suddenly stopped playing and stood up. Without a word she hurried over to her mum and after a quick conversation she was taken inside the house. She returned a few minutes later beaming happily and when she reached the table of adults she was praised effusively by everyone. “I needed to do a wee.” Hailey shamelessly informed Scott and Huw when she returned to the sandpit, “I used the potty because I’m a big girl!” Scott tried to smile and praise the baby girl like the other adults had but he saw her glance down whilst he was talking and she could clearly see that his nappy was very wet. He felt humiliated by the two-year-old who didn’t speak to him for the rest of the morning. Hailey clearly considered herself superior to Scott and he couldn’t really argue the point. The day didn’t get any better after lunch either. Time was split between the garden and trying to hide in the nursery away from everyone else. Twice Scott had to ask for a nappy change, once just after lunch and again just before dinner. It never got less embarrassing. Scott was given the same food as Huw and Hailey. Lunch was a cut up sandwich and some fruit whilst dinner was served on a pink plastic plate. He was grateful that both the kids ate the same thing as the adults, it made the humiliation ever so slightly better. After dinner everyone watched a movie in the living room. With Scott having embarrassed himself on the couch the previous day he had been relegated to the playpen along with Hailey and Huw. He looked at his mom pleadingly, he was begging not to have to go into the playpen with the children. “What do you want me to do?” Nick said when Scott begged to at least sit on the floor outside the pen, “It’s Brad and Sandra’s house. I don’t make the rules here.” Scott walked into the fenced in play area and dropped to the floor sadly as the gate was closed behind him. It felt like the closing of a barred door on a prison cell. Huw seemed to know that his older brother was sad and handed him a teddy bear to try and make him feel better. That night Scott was put to bed in the crib again despite having no leaks. He had his wet nappy changed by his mum before being locked inside the bed. He felt so desperately helpless after everything that had happened and was practically begging for this punishment to end. “You know I can’t end the punishment.” Deborah stated categorically, “It was only yesterday you leaked all over Sandra’s couch.” “I know but-” Scott tried to argue his case. “It’s for your own good.” Deborah said with finality.

CHAPTER 30 “I’m not sure how I feel about you having a cell phone,” Megan said as she was adjusting the parental controls on it, “but since Dad signed off on it, I may as well make sure it’s safe for a baby to use without running into big-girl stuff.” I hated when she said things like that. It made me feel so little. But she had been really nice to me while babysitting me this time, so I held my tongue. I just looked downward. Gia was right. I really did need to get the notion of being an adult out of my head. At least until something could be done to change my status. It would serve me well to start thinking of myself as a toddler and the rest of my family as grown-ups. “Although I guess I shouldn’t be too down on the idea of you having a phone that looks this adorable and babyish,” she concluded before reaching over and playfully booping my nose. I couldn’t help but smile and giggle. God, I hated how I sounded when I giggled. That’s why I always put on a fake laugh when I found something to be funny. Somehow, it has become involuntary to giggle in recent months and I didn’t understand it. Megan leaned to the side a bit, peering through the gap between the window curtains. “Looks like they’re back.” My parents came in a minute or two later with Byron in tow. He was wearing a simple pink sundress, white tights and low-heeled Mary Janes. Mom had somehow managed to get a ginormous pink bow in his short hair. It was obvious that he had on thick padding underneath the dress. He looked so sad, but managed to look up long enough to give me a quick, but forced, smile. “Hi, you two,” Mom chirped. “Were you a good baby for Big Sissy, Joella?” “She was a very good baby,” she said and then looked at me. “Isn’t that right?” I nodded. “I’m glad to hear that,” Dad said. “See, sweetheart, if you just act good, life doesn’t have to be so awful, now does it?” I shook my head in the negative. What else was I going to do? Disagree with him and say that life’s going to suck either way? No way! Because while life does still suck, it does suck a bit less when my family is happy with me. I learned that pretty damn quickly. Mom looked down at Byron and said, “Come on, Gracie, let’s go get your new stuff put away.” Byron allowed her to take his hand and toddled off down the hallway. Dad slid the new crib he brought in down the hallways as well. I must have had an upset look on my face because Megan bumped my arm with her elbow and said, “It’s going to be okay, squirt. She’ll adjust and before too long, it’ll be time for her surgeries.” I dropped my baby voice, not on purpose, but just not thinking. “I’ve… never seen him like this. Nothing EVER got him down. She just railed against whatever that was upsetting him and he’d be fine.” She got off the sofa, crouched down on the floor beside me and said, “Sweetpea, she was raped. Numerous times… by her own uncle. That shit will change you… shake you to the core. Remember my friend Charity?” I nodded. “The preacher’s kid, right?” “Well, not exactly. He’s actually her uncle, but he and his wife took her in when it came out that both of her parents had been molesting her for the past several years. She was always sweet, but super guarded and skittish. You remember that, right?” “Yeah,” I said. “She about came out of her skin when I argued with Mom that one time. Really freaked her out. I felt bad about that. Still do.” “I recall that vividly. Well, anyway, according to her uncle, she used to be the most outgoing, unshakable girl he had ever known. But all the sexual abuse changed her; made her into the nervous wreck she was when I first met her. She’s been in therapy and it has helped. Yeah, she’s still jittery and has a tendency to withdraw, but she’s a lot better than she was. The point is that once you experience something like that, you can never just go back to the way you were. Not entirely. It leaves scars.” I nodded thoughtfully. “Now, all that said, you’d better go back to using your cutie pie voice, okay? I know you didn’t drop it because you were being bad, but you still need to use it at all times. Okay?” “Yes, Big Sissy,” I said, since she was being so reasonable. I never thought about what something like that could do to someone. Byron just always seemed so untouchable. But what Megan said made sense. Maybe Megan really was more mature and wise than I was, despite me having been alive almost three years longer. Maybe I really was effectively the younger sister. Megan then did a diaper check and since I hadn’t dumped another mess into it, she deemed me not applicable for a diaper change. “Sorry, kiddo, but those diapers can hold a lot more than one measly load.” Mom came into the room a short while later and announced that she had put Byron down for a nap and felt I could benefit from one as well, even though I had only been awake for about four hours. It wasn’t even quite noon yet. “Babies need lots of rest,” she stated when I whined about it. Byron’s new crib had been placed near mine, not more than three feet from each other. Mom gently laid me down and, with a wink, removed the baby monitor she normally kept by my crib. I think she knew Byron and I needed to talk without them listening in. I was the first to speak, though I was nervous and wasn’t sure what to say, given the gravity of the situation. “So… how are you?” Really? Jesus, Jo! “About as well as you’d think, I guess. In other words, shitty.” I tried to shift things over to my situation so he wouldn’t have to talk about his. “You must think I’m a real wimp, caving in like I did.” He chuckled. “Nah, I could never think badly of you. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. Besides, you probably held out longer than I did.” Damn. Maybe he needed to talk about his problems. I was never a good judge of that. “Our situations were different,” I said. “Yeah.” There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Finally, he spoke up. “I thought I was tough. I thought I could handle myself. Beat up the fucking world. Yeah, right. I couldn’t even beat up my beer-bellied, lazy-ass uncle.” I was silent. I wasn’t sure how to respond. So, I just waited for him to continue. “Seriously, Jo. I punched him in the face the first time he tried to force me into a dress. Didn’t faze him. And I slugged him with all my might, too. He then proceeded to beat the hell out of me… and I mean he beat me for a solid twenty minutes. I was defenseless. Not tough at all. My entire self image just went poof! All I could do was curl up into a ball, bawl and beg him to stop hurting me.” I heard him sniffle. Telling me this had to be difficult for him. “I’m… I’m so sorry, Byron. I… just can’t even fathom what you went through.” “Thanks. I just don’t even know who or what I am anymore. I was a sham, a joke before all this. Some bad-ass I turned out to be. Within an hour of getting to Preston, I was begging him to make me dress like a baby girl. BEGGING. He said if I didn’t beg to his satisfaction, he’d kick my ass some more. I couldn’t have taken any more, Jo. I was crushed... and I hurt all over. I would have done anything to make the pain stop. So I did what he said. I clutched at his ankles and begged him to put me in a diaper and dress me like a baby. He said it wasn’t good enough, so I begged harder. And harder. And harder.” More silence, aside from soft crying from both of us.. “After any self confidence and pride I had was thoroughly expunged from me, he agreed to do it. I thanked him, over and over. Fucking THANKED HIM. Thanked him for agreeing to diaper me and turn me into a baby girl! The girl part was and still is far worse than the baby part. I’m not a girl. I’m a trans man and to be forced to live otherwise is as painful as physically removing the skin from my body.” “What a sick, twisted piece of shit!” I said. “No kidding. He stripped me of every ounce of my identity. He would always ask me random questions like ‘who’s a baby girl?’ or ‘are you a boy or a girl?’ The first time he did that was about two days after I got to Preston. And I managed to find the courage to answer truthfully. He took off his leather belt and beat me with it until I was unconscious. I had cuts on my back where the buckle ripped the skin off. Needless to say, after that, I always answered the way he wanted me to answer, which made me feel even worse. And he would never let me get away with just saying ‘yes’ or ‘no’. I was expected to reiterate what he had asked me. If he asked if I was a trans man, I would have to say, ‘no, I’m a baby girl.’ It was dehumanizing.” “I’m sure it was. But, hey, things will be better from now on. My family are jackasses and fucked up, but nothing like your uncle. You won’t be beaten or raped. Things will be okay. Like you said at the party, we’ll get out of this mess.” He sighed. “Yeah, but the shitty thing is that I have a path to freedom now. Once I have the surgeries, I’ll be a legal male and can leave Preston far behind. But what about you? I can’t just take off and leave you here to live as a baby for the rest of your days. I can’t and I won’t. So what do we do?” I thought for a while and offered, “Maybe you could stay here and take ownership of me. You’re cool and wouldn’t treat me like crap and make me live as a baby.” “Yeah,” he said, “but I would still have to enforce all the city’s rules on you or else you’d be removed from my custody. And you’d still have to dress feminine. So what would really be gained?” I had to mull that over. “Well, at least I wouldn’t have to dress like a baby.” “Do you think, even for a minute that your parents would shift ownership of you to me unless I signed papers promising to keep you in diapers and baby dresses?” “Good point,” I said dejectedly. “Besides, we’re talking a long time from now. I promised your parents that I would do my best to behave and do what I’m told on the condition that I would eventually get the gender reassignment surgery done. Your dad is paying for it out of his own pocket, though that dark haired guy is going to help with it too.” “Vince?” I asked. “Yeah. But like I said, we’re in for a long, miserable wait. It’s not like I can just pop into the surgeon’s office, get the surgery done and walk out a bio man that day. I have to go through counseling first and jump through other hoops as well. And there are several different surgeries involved, not just one. It’s a long process. So, we’re going to have to play ball, if you get my meaning. It sucks and NOBODY hates it more than I do. The prospect of having to live as the wrong gender for, like, a year is devastating. It kills my soul each minute I have to do it. And the baby stuff doesn’t help matters.” “Well, at least you got a start, right?” “What do you mean?” Byron asked. “Megan said you had an injection today. I figured it was hormones or something.” “No,” he stated, “that was to clear up some infections I had in my private area due to… tearing.” “Shit,” I said, “I’m sorry, Byron. I didn’t mean to…” “It’s cool. Don’t worry about it.” “How are you going to cope with having to live this way for so long?” I asked. “Frankly,” he said, “I don’t have any fucking idea. I won’t betray your father's trust though. He never cared much for me anyway and I’m still in shock that he offered to do this for me. So I have to follow through with the condition of his offer… somehow. And while we wait, we can come up with a plan for how we can get you out of Preston as well.” I heard a wet, burbling fart noise coming from Byron’s crib. “Did you just…?” “Yeah,” he said, audibly embarrassed. “I got used to using my diapers pretty quickly. My aunt would come over and feel my stomach. If it was too tight, usually from trying to hold off shitting, she’d tell my uncle and he would use the belt on me until I released my bowels. Then, I’d have to stay in it longer. I had a really nasty UTI from being in it so long one time. Needless to say, I got in the habit of using my diapers for their intended purposes in no time. Now, I just do it without much thought. Sorry if that’s disgusting to you.” “No,” I admitted. “I actually kind of envy you in that regard. I pee in it without much thought, but it’s still pretty tough for me to make myself use it for Number Two. I wish I could make myself do it without thinking. It would be so much less stressful.” “Look at us,” Byron chuckled, trying to find at least some humor in our situation, “lying here, discussing how easy or hard it is to poop in a diaper, all the while dressed like baby girls. Who would’ve ever thought that’s what our futures held?” I laughed too. “Right? At least we’re together. That’s SOME consolation. I’ve missed you so much.” “Don’t get TOO mushy, Puke,” he said jokingly. “But, hey, I missed you too.” “We’d better get some sleep,” I said, still chuckling. “I get in trouble if I don’t at least get a little sleep during naptime. Babies need plenty of sleep, as Mom always says.” We both laughed, snuggled into our fluffy blankets and found ourselves drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

15.) When I got home, I used the bathroom in the hall. Sugar was home, but she didn't say anything about it. I checked the makeup on my thighs, and though it was still the wrong color, I was definitely holding up. I hiked up the dress some and explored my body, but it looked like the outfit I'd picked was long enough. Bless you Lolita clothes! When I finally came back out into the kitchen, Julienne was putting her shoes on and talking to Sugar. "Ten bucks, pleaseee?" "You already got your allowance." "It's importaaaant." "No." "What about Maisie? Give her her allowance." Julienne had won over her Mom with the argument about her sister getting an allowance, but no sooner had the two sisters been left alone together than she turned and put her hand out. "Give me the $10 now, okay? It's important.” The older of the pair winced for a moment and then started to dance from foot to foot, her hand still out. "Well? Come on." "No way... I could buy like, underwear or something..." I didn't know how much things were here. And this money looked like a joke. What was it made of, plastic? "Or pajama pants. I bet they have adult clothing stores and stuff." As fucking backwards as this place was, it was never inherently against me using the bathroom or wearing clothes. There were the grey-clothes at school rule for girls, but even that was to make me stand out against those who needed diaper checks. Toilets were all-access, even if the school didn't have girl ones. Stores sold all clothes in one place. I could buy guy's clothes if I wanted, but I'd get exiled again. But I was more interested in getting some adult underwear. “You need an ID card that you only get when you're of-age to get stuff like that." Julienne screwed up her nose and pouted, reaffirming her thrusting out of her hand. "It's more important than you realize, but it might not be able to happen. But if it can happen, I need you to give me the money, okay?" Clearly enough, the girl was shifting from one foot to the other, and there was something giving her a sense of urgency that she wasn't much a fan of. "You don't need ID to buy underwear.” I didn't even have an ID card... "No, but you need it to buy other things." "What about boys’ underwear?" "No, but..." "Or pajama pants?" She groaned and reached for the money, which I pulled away. "No way. I'm buying proper underwear!" "Give it to me, or I'm telling Mom about your scars." ...that shut me up quick. The swaying from one side to the other had slowed, and Julienne crossed her arms over her chest with a slightly triumphant smile on her lips. "Now, I think you have something for me?" Honestly speaking, she couldn't believe that Maisie was being as difficult as she was, and as ungrateful! This was something she was doing for her, after all, and this kind of behavior was no show of gratitude! I threw the bill at her and stormed off to my room. She left a couple minutes later and I examined my dress. I didn't mind it so much. I mean, I still thought it looked silly, but as long as I could keep scars covered, it wasn't really a problem. It was the diapers I had issue with, and that was personal. The knock on the door had been quite unexpected — Sugar was in the back garden, and Julienne had left without a word. With Mace at work, that meant it had to be a visitor, and with nobody else inside to answer the door, that just left Maisie. "Hey Maisie." Lyon smiled once she opened the door; a visit that might have been odd to a girl like Maisie from the mainland, but boys showing up like this was a sign of interest in Lillikol. Not that she'd know that. "Hi... Lyon..." I blinked and bit my lip, and opened the door. Oh jeeze, we were alone, weren't we? I mean, Sugar was home, but I didn't see her anywhere... "Come in, come in..." He followed me inside and I stood nervously. What do I say? What do I do...? "Um... would you like a drink, or..." "Actually, I was hoping I could take you out for a drink? I know your first experience with a Lillikol Tea-house didn't go so well, so I thought maybe we could go into town and I could treat you to something nice?" Just behind him, at street level, was a cart not too different from the one the girl had came here from the airport in, although Lyon's was dark blue in color. "Oh...." He was... asking me out? Like on a date? Was that what this was? I bit my lip and slowly nodded my head. Okay. Yeah, okay... "Um... l-lemme tell Sugar where I'm going..." "You call your mom by her first name?" "...new mom. Adjustment period..." "Right." "Hold on." "Well aren't you Miss Popular?" Sugar laughed cheerfully at her daughter, gently rubbing the dirt off the knees of her gardening pants with her gloves with a smile. "You shouldn't let him change you on the first date, otherwise he'll think you're easy. And no daughter of mine is easy; letting a boy change you is a special thing you should only share with boys you really care about and trust. But Lyon is a nice boy." "I don't need changing," I reminded her, and she rolled her eyes. "...h-hey, wait..." She was on her way back inside, and I stopped her by grabbing her hand. I felt foolish having done so. "...I... d-do you think I could borrow some underwear? Just for the date...? I'm a little nervous..." "I don't think it's a good idea, Maisie." Her concern was palpable in her tone, too, and she frowned a little bit, giving it some thought. "Part of the reason girls aren't force-trained early in our society is to provide some level of protection in situations like this. For you, but also to safeguard against impure thoughts that teenage boys are prone to. Going on a date without a diaper, at your age... I don't know, sweetie... it seems a little risky." "I'm not wearing one either way," I said flatly. "Either I'm going in underwear or I'm going naked. And I've been on dates before in underwear. I know how to take care of myself." She looked at me nervously and I crossed my arms. "I can." "What about one of the thinner Tapeless ones? They pull on and off just like adult knickers do, and you're allowed to change them yourself." Despite her daughter’s current refusal to cooperate with this element of society, Mace had ordered a package of the Tapeless diapers just so they'd be ready when she did start to come around. They wouldn't be a longterm solution, but they were adequate, and maybe a little more appealing to the girl. "I'm not wearing diapers at all," I said again, though I felt a bit of my resolve waver. This boy was into that kind of thing anyway, right? But I wasn't about to change who I was for him! Even if he was cute... "F-forget it... I'm fine how I am..." And I walked into the house past her. "Lyon is going to find you a lot cuter if you're in a diaper." The words trailed off, but they made the girl stop just before the sliding door leading inside. "You won't let him see it, I don't think... but he'll notice the way you walk, the way you sit... learning how to tease using your diapers is important for a girl your age, and you're already behind the eight-ball, right?" "Then I'll get a head start on being an adult," I said harshly, and slammed the door. But even as I walked out the front door, my cheeks were pink. I couldn't get her words out of my head. Why couldn't I just... wear underwear like a normal person? I climbed into the front bench with Lyon and looked at my shoes. This was such a fucked up place… ----------------------- Thanks for reading! Please Like, Comment, and check us out on Patreon!

So we have questions of when and where you last made doodoo in your diaper. However there are a few other questions I am curious about. 1. How much of your doodoo is done exclusively in diapers? 2. Do you sit on your doodoo after pushing it out? 3. Does the cleanup bother you? Thanks in advance for replies, I am interested in hearing them. As for my answers: 1. Unless I really have to poo at work and forced to use the toilet I will try to hold it until I can do it in a diaper at home. The only other time I don’t use a diaper for doodoo is if I am in bed nude, in that case I will use the small travel potty beside my bed. I would estimate about 90% of my doodoo is done in diapers. 2. Yes, every time.. even if I am in a hurry to get changed. I regress a bit when I do this and think of myself as a little girl who has to sit in her doodoo while waiting on a changing table. 3. Not at all. It came from my cute bottom, so I don’t find it gross.

It's time for a new story!! ❤️ I will be posting updates every Monday & Wednesday now! Chapter 2 & 3 are already on my Patreon page! (Along with early access to my podcast, artwork, and soon to be audio stories!) https://www.patreon.com/mamabug. My youtube for my podcast - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39Usfnhmlj4&t=15s Twitter - https://twitter.com/RedQueenBDSM I would like to thank my Patreons! ( David, dpballer92, James S., Jerry J., Kyle H., Luap1123, Matthew, Mike D, Mike S., Paul B., Ryan, Scott S., Steve, Taylor E.) I hope you all enjoy the story! xxx Chapter One “This is the last box; I’m finally on my own!” She said proudly as she took a step back and placed her hands upon her hips. She looked around her small one-bedroom apartment. It wasn’t much to look at the moment, but she didn’t care. For the past four years, she had been living with roommates while attending college, but she graduated a few months ago, and she was now on her own. It was perhaps the best feeling ever. She was also thankful that the apartment came furnished, so she only had a handful of boxes to unpack herself. She stretched out her hands into the air. “Perhaps I should say hi to the neighbors?” She thought out loud as she turned on her heels. There were three other apartments on the third floor, along with hers. It was a small apartment complex outside of the central city, but it was the only one she could afford. The first one she knocked on was the one directly next to her—apartment 303. A few moments later, a young man, about her age, with dark, messy hair and large glasses, opened the door. “Y-yes?” “Hello,” she said brightly, her hair bouncing as she spoke, “my name is Laura; I just moved here. I’m your next-door neighbor.” “Oh, hi,” he said, looking a bit nervous, “my name is Jonathan.” “Nice to meet you, Jonathan,” Laura smiled at him, “I don’t know much about this ear, so perhaps you can show me around sometime? Or at least let me know where all the good spots are.” “Sure, I suppose so…” “Thanks!” She smiled at him, giving him a small wave before heading to the last two apartments to greet them. One was an older lady who was on her own after her husband died, and the last one was a married couple that didn’t look to happy. She chatted with them for a few moments before heading back to her apartment, knowing she needed to start to unpack. As she passed Apartment 303, she paused, staring at the door for a moment, before heading back to 304, which was her apartment. “He was cute,” she mumbled to herself but shook her head. “Stop it, Laura, the last thing you need to do is prying on your next-door neighbor.” She ran her finger across the yellow sundress she currently was wearing before she went to work and started to unpack everything. By the time she was finished, the sun was already beginning to set. She was exhausted. She should have told Dan to come anyway, as he had asked her as she was about to leave if she would need any help. She figured she would be fine since she only hands a handful of boxes, but she hadn’t realized how long it would take to sort through the mess and put everything in their rightful spot. She felt her stomach; it was growling loudly. She needed to eat soon; she hadn’t had lunch. She also needed to get groceries but figured she would save that for the morning. As she was leaving her apartment, she noticed Jonathan going his at the same time. “Hey, new neighbor, where are you going?” She asked as she rushed to meet up with him. “Um, just heading to the game store…there is a new game out…” He said, looking down at his feet. “Oh sweet,” she said, “I was thinking of grabbing some dinner. Do you have any suggestions?” “There is a small diner right down the street,” he said, pointing down the road, “it’s family-owned, and it’s been there forever. The prices are great, and the food is delicious.” “Awesome!” She said with a clap of her hands. “Thank you!” “You’re welcome...” He said. She gave him a quick wave before she headed down the stairs and towards her car. It didn’t take her long to find the small diner nestled by a strip mall. It was adorable. It had several things from the 50s and 60s that they have collected over the years. There was about a handful of people in the restaurant at the time that she had walked in. A cute girl showed her a place to sit and handed her a menu. “Are you new?” She asked, and Laura smiled. “Yes, I just moved in from Huntington, where I was going to college.” “Oh, my sister is attending there right now. I’ll probably go once I graduate from high school.” She said with a smile. “Wonderful, it’s a great school.” “Well, I’ll let you look over the menu. I’ll answer any questions that you might have.” She said as she skipped away. Laura started to look over the menu; there were so many options to choose from. When out of nowhere, she could sense someone was sliding in the booth ahead of her. She looked up and noticed a young man, probably even younger than she was, sitting across from her. He was buff; she figured he probably went to the gym for several hours each morning, thick blonde hair and a square jaw. “Hey, beautiful, you new?” “Yes.” She said shortly, still looking over the menu. “Well, my name is Bradly, and I’ll be more than happy to show you around. There are a few good private places…” “No, thank you,” she didn’t look up at him. “Least, give me your number, sweetheart.” He said. “No, thank you.” She replied, once again. “Bradly, she’s not interested, now go!” The waitress soon came over, crossing her arms. Bradly looked at Laura once more, before grunting and leaving. “Sorry about him, he’s not a creep, but he hits on every beautiful girl that walks in here.” “That’s okay, thank you,” Laura said. “I know what I want to have.” The rest of her time at the diner was rather peaceful. She chatted with the young waitress, even met the restaurant owner, and chatted with them for a few minutes. Her food was delicious, as Jonathan had stated. By the time she got back home, she was exhausted and ready for bed. But, before she could slip into the shower, her phone went off. “Hello?” “Hey, beautiful! How did the move go?” It was from Dan. Part of her was slightly annoyed by him calling her, but it also comforted her a bit. “Without a hitch, pretty much everything is put away, but I’m about to go to sleep now.” “Oh, haven’t changed yet?” She took a deep breath, knowing exactly what he was talking about. Her hands slide against the side of her dress, and she shook her head. “No, I was just about to when you called me.” “Do you need me to come over there and help you?” “I think I can manage it just fine, thank you very much,” Laura said. “Listen, it’s late, and I’m tired. Goodnight, Dan.” She hung up the phone before he could say another word. The two of them dated on/off during the four years she attended college. But, for the most part, they just remained friends. Even though he could come across a little intense at times, he was a good guy and would do anything for her. She hated to admit that she missed him and felt a little anxious being in a new place with people she didn’t know. But, she needed a drastic change. All her life, she lived on the safe side of things, and for once, she wanted to walk across the bridge, without a safety rope, so she could finally discover herself. Laura walked into the bedroom and looked at the full-length mirror that she had set right beside her bed against the wall. She slowly took off her dress and placed it in the hamper in the closet, before turning herself into the mirror. She snapped off her bra, freeing her double D breast from their hold, before sliding her hands down to her waist. “Do you need me to help you?” She repeated Dan’s words in a mocking tone. “I know how to change myself.” Between her thighs instead of an ordinary pair of panties that most woman wear, was a thick diaper. She pressed her fingers against it, though she already knew that it was slightly wet. She pulled at the tabs of the diaper, letting it fall to the ground. She cleaned herself up, before sliding under the covers, naked and falling asleep.

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Not to sure if this has been posted before, Its not a real wrap, its from a video game. But suitable for a BMW M4 to have an M4 wrap. One day when i'm rich maybe...It doesn't look half bad to be honest. Abena sponsorship anyone?

Read the reviews.... https://www.amazon.com/Haribo-SUGAR-Classic-Gummi-Bears/product-reviews/B006J1FBLM

1. Maybe once or twice a month at best. 2 Yes, I sit in it in my diaper for a couple hours after I push my load out, mostly while reading the forum and chat here on Daily Diapers 3. Yes, I hate the smell and the clean up! It does help some to cover my bottom with baby oil but I hate the smell and even with a hand held shower attachment I don't like the clean up. Sometimes after messing my diaper I think, "Man, this is going to suck when it comes time to clean up!" On the other hand, the enjoyment I get out of messing my diaper once or twice a month does outweight slightly the smell and cleanup later. All you guys who have a wife who always changes your messy diapers for you are super lucky!

I wonder if the stripe down the hood disappears when you wash the car.

1. Very little. If I have the place to myself, happen to be diapered, and can expect a relatively firm poop I'll go for it. Every now and then I'll say "aw, f*** it," and fill my diaper even if I know it's gonna be soft, but I always regret it. 2. If it's a firm poop and my diaper is still fairly dry I'll stay in it a while but try to avoid sitting on it. If it's soft or runny it gets changed immediately and definitely no sitting on it. 3. Cleanup sucks and I hate it, hence my answers to 1 and 2.

Mine are: 1. If I'm at work and I need to poop I can pull my diaper down and use the toliet. 2. Yes, my wife/mommy makes the decision when I need to be changed. 3. My wife/mommy never makes a big deal when she has to change my messy diapers.

I made doodoo in a baby diaper about 30 minutes ago. There was not much time before I had to leave for work, so no need for an adult diaper. I put it on using tab extenders, then squatted down and pushed a bulge of medium to soft doodoo in the baby diaper. Then I sat in my squishy poop for a little while before getting cleaned up. Great way to start the day.

Episode 10: Imitation Fate “Most Miko are done before seven years,” Pandora established to Midori. All the girls had assembled in the music room before classes to discuss what happened the day before. “Though Kachiko and Daisuke have been Miko much longer,” Kuu said. “They’re the exceptions that prove the rule!” “That makes no sense,” Kuu sighed. “They’re discounted outliers.” “Seven years?” Midori asked, just to make sure. Suddenly, she didn’t feel so well. Maybe it was the omelette her mother made her for breakfast. Maybe it was the principle of being bound to serve a mythical postal service for almost a decade. “The average is four years, Miss Kaneda.” Daisuke’s power over emotions began to calm the nerves of the newest Miko. “I’ve seen some only last six months. Kachiko and I are unusual.” “How long have you two been Miko?” Midori asked, turning from Daisuke to Kachiko. “Um. Twenty-nine years?” Kachiko tilted her head. “Maybe thirty…” “Seventy-eight,” Daisuke said plainly. “Seventy-eight years?” Midori quietly played with her fingers beneath the table. She felt like she was going to throw up. “Are you alright, Midori?” Pandora asked nervously. “Yeah, just… I don’t know. I thought it would be less time. A couple years. Or something.” Would Midori go eighty years without aging? Even seven years was risky. She would be a twenty-three year old in the body of a sixteen year old. There was no way it would go unnoticed. But by the looks of things, Kachiko was still in middle school when she stopped aging. “You are released when the Missive decides,” Daisuke said. “You have a mission, whether you know it or not. Something you do is important, and the Missive can’t let you go until you fulfill your purpose.” “But you don’t even know what the Missive is,” Midori snapped back. “We know it keeps people safe, Miss Kaneda. And we all made our choice to be here.” “You wanted to keep yourself safe, didn’t you?” Kuu asked. “Now you have a form that can ignore your Richi’s manipulations. You have the power to drive it away if it goes after your mom. You got what you wanted.” “And you get to look young and adorable, as a perk,” Pandora added with levity. The mood was dour. “Right…” Midori sighed and drew lines on the table. Pandora and Kuu were already two years in and they didn’t have missives for release. Naomi was on her fourth year. Then there were the… outliers. Midori pulled her hands over her head. “You shouldn’t think about it as a trip to get to a destination,” Kuu said, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s like being at school; you don’t count every day until the end. You go, knowing one day it will be over, and you enjoy it while it lasts.” Kuu was right. Midori had gotten into this gig for this very perk. No aging for seven years meant no dying for seven years. She could get glasses after she graduated high school and let her hair grow out. She could dress in more adult clothing. Her mom wouldn’t notice. Not for seven years. Midori’s concern was over Daisuke, who had been alive for almost a century. “Do you think you’ll ever get your release Missive?” Midori asked Daisuke. “Heck if I know.” “Maybe it got lost?” Midori suggested. But she knew that couldn’t happen. Missives didn’t get lost. “Most people figure I stashed my Missive away and chose not to be released,” Daisuke said. “After all, being a teenager in this day and age is much better than the 1940s. But if I did have my Missive, I’d accept it in a heartbeat.” There was a point where the novelty wore off. “You can do that?” Midori asked. “Just hold onto it?” “I’ve met a couple of girls who wait, usually the ones that get their Missives early on. They feel there’s no reason to use it until they are ready.” “A release Missive is just an offer,” Kuu explained. “You don’t ever have to take it.” “I could be a Miko forever,” Pandora said brightly. “In a thousand years, I could recount the history of mankind to new Miko. Wouldn’t that be awesome?” “What about your parents?” Midori asked. Pandora - like Kuu, Naomi, and herself - had at least one parent alive. In Pandora’s case, she had both. Naomi had two older siblings and Kuu lived with her dad. “I haven’t thought about it, really.” Pandora shrugged. “In a few years I’ll move overseas and tell them I need to find myself. I’ll join a Miko group elsewhere. Perpetually in high-school, like Daisuke.” “I had to transfer to a different school,” Naomi spoke up for the first time that day. “I graduated from high school once already, moved across town on my own, and started here as a First Year.” “I hope I’m released by the end of high school,” Midori sighed. She might not take it, not right away, but the option would be nice to have. Of course, the end of high school was almost two years away. She had time. Naomi went home early and Pandora went to scout the school grounds for any lingering signs of Nari. Kachiko and Daisuke headed home for dinner, leaving Kuu and Midori alone in the club room. “How have you been feeling?” Kuu asked. She had chosen to stay behind for a few reasons, but talking to Midori was the most important. The night before had been unexpected. “Are you concerned?” Midori asked flatly, but she already knew the answer. Kuu was a calculating girl, but she wasn’t subtle. She had her priorities and she stuck to them. “Bluntly speaking, you are more powerful than the rest of us. And you have a soft spot for your Richi. The Missive said you were supposed to lead us. But how are we supposed to rally behind you if you wouldn’t rally for us?” “I don’t want you to rally for me,” Midori said sharply, sitting upright in her chair. “You’re my friends. That doesn’t mean I’m responsible for you, but it means something. That’s why I’m here.” “I believe we’re friends with your human form,” Kuu said coldly. Midori stared at her for a long minute, then got up from her chair and left the music room. * * * The next day, Midori met Pandora for lunch. She had been up all night thinking about Kuu’s words, so much so that she hadn’t slept. Oddly enough, she wasn’t tired. Maybe Kachiko was right about not needing to sleep. “Some people look for a bigger meaning to things,” Pandora told Midori, sipping her juice box. “Ever since Kuu became a Miko, she’s been something of a leader. She organizes the hunts. She assembles the teams. She plans everything in advance. That’s her weakness - she needs to be in control of everything. Then you come along and the Missive says you’re our leader. She’s trying to fit you into the equation.” “I hate it. There’s so much pressure with this leadership thing. And my Miko form is so…” Midori shook her head. “Why can’t we just be school friends, like normal people?” “Even when you’re not in Miko form, you’re still a Miko nonetheless. You don’t age. You can’t die. You see someone who is depressed or antisocial and you wonder. There’s a reason we gather in groups. Sometimes you need people that understand.” “I never got the chance to be normal, Pandora. I had Nari since I was six years old. And now I have to fulfill some magical destiny ordained by tiny envelopes. When do I get to live my life? When do I get to be the person I want to be?” Pandora sighed and sunk into the table. Maybe Midori had a point. Was Pandora pushing Midori into something that might not make her happy, just because it would make Pandora happy to have Midori close to her? Was she being selfish? It was so hard to tell sometimes. “Try to make some other friends, then?” Pandora offered, hiding her anxiety with a smile. “Some normal friends. Then you can have the best of both worlds.” Midori nodded her head. That wasn’t such a bad idea. And in less than an hour, she would have the opportunity to do so. “I don’t suppose you have another pencil?” Reina - the girl from last week - leaned over with smile on her face. “I swear, I’m not ordinarily this forgetful.” “It’s no trouble,” Midori said with a smile, reaching into her backpack and passing the girl a pencil. “You can keep it.” “You’re a life-saver.” Halfway through class, Midori was distracted by a tapping sound. She pulled her attention away from the front of the class and found Reina tapping the eraser of her pencil against her desk. Reina glanced at Midori and held up a little slip of paper. Midori wasn’t used to getting notes. Was she supposed to reach across the aisle and take it? But when the teacher turned her back, Reina tossed it onto Midori’s desk with expert precision. She unfolded it. Busy later? Midori scribbled back: I usually go to the music club. When Midori was sure the teacher wasn’t looking, she reached across the aisle and Reina took the note from her. Another moment of writing. Another note passed. Midori was getting good at this. I need to pick a club for the semester. I play guitar and my brother plays drums. Do you think I’d be a good fit? Midori pondered that. Would Reina be a good fit for the music club, which seemed to act as a front for a secret magical girl organization? Probably not. Midori wrote back: There are better clubs. Actually, I don’t think I’m going today. Truth be told, Midori needed a break from the Miko girls. All her time in that music room felt like an obligation. How was she supposed to feel normal if her friendships felt like a job? And it wasn’t like Kuu wanted her around anyway. Then you aren’t busy? Midori thought about it for a moment. Maybe Pandora was right; maybe she just needed a new friend. No, I’m not busy. Midori and Reina exchanged a few more notes and left the classroom together. As they made their way off school grounds, Midori looked back at the building. She couldn’t help but wonder what the Miko girls were up to. * * * “So she’s not coming?” Kachiko pouted, putting her head on the table. “I feel like this is my fault,” Kuu sighed. “She needs some time to figure things out,” Pandora said. “We’ve been putting a lot of pressure on her.” Naomi spoke up. “That’s the life of a Miko.” “But she never had an ordinary life,” Pandora argued. “She went from being this depressed, anxious kid to the leader of a magical girl battalion. It’s a lot for her to handle.” “But she has to,” Kuu said. “No she doesn’t,” Daisuke stepped in. “There’s no rule. She doesn’t have to fight at all, if she doesn’t want to. But I wish she would talk to us.” “I was too hard on her,” Kuu mumbled. “I’m just worried. She’s not herself in her Miko form.” “She’s different, that’s true…” Kachiko nodded. “We all are,” Daisuke said. “Our Miko forms turn our weaknesses into strengths. Kachiko is taller, older, and smarter. Pandora loses her physical form and relies on others. Kuu has freedom.” “I’m a boy,” Naomi said dryly. “You’re confident,” Daisuke told her. “And didn’t you hate it at first? Didn’t everyone? Didn’t you all despise being someone else?” The room went quiet. Even Kuu - who had the freedom of flight - was emotional and arrogant in her Miko form. Her first few weeks, she hated it. Nothing was calculated; everything was on a whim. She was reckless and put everyone in danger. But over time, she learned to trust her instincts. She realized freedom from the rules meant freedom from choice paralysis. She could act in a split second and change everything. Slowly, the girls nodded in agreement with Daisuke. Naomi most of all. Four years in, and she still hated transforming unless it was an emergency. She didn’t hate Midori; she envied her. “None of us spent time under a Richi’s effects,” Naomi said. “This is her first chance at having a normal life. We shouldn’t get in the way of that.” * * * “So, where are you from?” Midori asked on the walk home. “Your Japanese is a little, uh…” “Bad?” Reina laughed. “I was going to say fractured,” Midori laughed. “I’m from Greece. We moved here two years ago, when my dad got a job. I like it here, but things are different. Like, in Japan you don’t kiss when you say goodbye. And my mom thinks Japanese food is too bland.” Midori nodded along as Reina described the differences of Greek food and Japanese food, of which there were many. Everything she said had a bit of excitement to it, like it was new. Midori hung on her every word. Before they knew it, they had arrived at Midori’s home. “It looks really nice,” Reina encouraged. “Japanese houses are smaller than what I’m used to.” “You’re welcome to come in, if you want?” “I guess I could come in for a bit, but I can’t stay long. My mom is already upset that school days go on forever here. And we go to school on the weekends too!” “Only Saturdays,” Midori said as she led Reina into the house. “It’s not that bad. Most of the afternoon is for clubs. Maybe we could join one together?” Midori then began to wonder if the music club even counted. Mom was waiting in the kitchen when the girls got inside. “Mom, this is Miss… uh… Kalo…” Midori felt a heat rise in her cheeks. Reina’s last name was a mouthful and Midori had never taken the time to properly learn it. “Kalohristianakis,” Reina laughed. “But you can call me Reina, if that’s easier. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Kaneda.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Reina,” Midori’s mom said with a smile. She didn’t even take a stab at the last name. “Will you be staying for dinner? I’ll be cooking soon.” “She has to go home soon,” Midori said. “Missing dinner in my family is like not getting into college,” Reina explained sheepishly. “Maybe another time, if I give my mom enough warning?” “Well be in my room,” Midori said to her mom, then led Reina down the hall and up the stairs. “Do you usually have guests?” Reina asked, glancing over the pictures on the walls. Younger versions of Midori. “Sometimes,” Midori answered, though that was a relatively new concept. “Pandora was over last night.” “Pandora?” “Oh, uh. She’s a friend from the music club.” Midori did a cursory glance around the room to make sure it was clean. No underwear lying out. No empty plates on her homework desk. After a moment of certainty, she let Reina into her room. “It sounds like you have some good friends in the music club. Why didn’t you go today?” Reina played with the corners of Midori’s notebooks, looking over the writing. Three written languages could be exhausting; most of her kanji still had furigana. “I don’t know,” Midori sighed, sitting on the edge of her bed. “Sometimes it feels like I’m only there because I’m supposed to be, not because they want me there.” “Well, we could join a club together?” Reina offered. “There are a lot of different ones out there.” Midori nodded along with Reina’s words, but she wasn’t sure quitting the music club was the way to go about it. Even though the Miko put a lot of pressure on her, they were also the first to fight for her. Reina checked her watch - she actually had a wristwatch! - and frowned. “Looks like I’ve got to go.” She leaned down to Midori and, perhaps a bit out of cultural habit, kissed her once on each cheek, then once on the lips. “See you tomorrow, Midori!” “Uh huh… bye…” By the time Midori realized what had happened, Reina had left. Midori touched her lips and stared at the doorway. That was her first kiss. [Ending Song & Credits] ------------- Cast & Years of Service: Midori Kaneda > 0 Pandora Novak > 2 Kachiko Kazumi > 29 Daisuke Hidoki > 78 Kuu Shima > 2 Naomi Sato > 4

Part 12 “Up you go Mikey, you get the highchair” Mommy said as she pointed at the big white highchair standing at the head of the table. I couldn’t remember if it was there before I fell asleep “Mommy? Where do I sit?” Hannah asked, a bit concerned. “Don’t worry sweetie, I got a booster seat for you.” Mommy answered sweetly. Mommy helped Hannah in her seat first, fasten the straps of the booster seat and gave Hannah a kiss on Hannah’s head. “There you go sweety! Now let’s get Mikey in his chair.” Mommy said, directing her attention towards me. “Up you go Mikey!” Mommy said while patting the seat of the highchair. I did as I was told and plumped my diapered butt in the chair. Mommy clicked the tray in place and gave me kiss on my head. “Don’t you need to fasten me in too?” I asked while holding the straps in both hands. “Only if you want to.” Mommy answered. I thought about it for a few seconds. “I think i am good with just the tray.” I answered. “I hope you are both hungry, because I made Hannah’s favorite!” Mommy said while bringing two plastic plates to the table. Hannah let out a enthoustic scream “Fish fingers!” Hannah clapped her hands. I couldn't believe how hungry I was, my mouth watered at the sight of my plate. “Do you like fish fingers Mikey?” Hannah asked me. I nodded, focused on the plates in front of us. I reached out to grab mine. “Not so fat Mikey, first you need a bib!” Mommy said hastily while putting the plate out of my reach. I sat down with a slight pout on my face. “Perhaps we should fasten you into your highchair.” Mommy chuckled while stepping behind me and tying a white bib around my neck. “I think Mikey really likes fish fingers mommy.” Hannah said “That may be, but Mikey still needs to wait until everyone of us is sitting down and has their plate.” Mommy said while putting an a pink bib around Hannah’s neck. I looked down with shame at the tray. letting my fingers run over it. “I am sorry.” I said softly. “It’s okay Mikey, I liked how happy you were at seeing your food.” Mommy said as she fixed her plate. Mommy said down and gave Hannah and I our plates. “Alright! let’s dig in!” Mommy said. I looked at my plate, fish fingers, broccoli and fries. I saw Hannah eating away, picking up broccoli and fries in both hands. I decided to follow her example and grabbed a fry in one hand and broccoli in the other. “Good boy, Mikey!” Mommy said after watching me take a few careful bites. Hannah cleaned her plate before I did, and proudly proclaiming so. “I am the fastest!” She said while holding up her plate with a big smile on her plate. “Can I have dessert now Mommy?” Hannah asked, while setting her plate down. “When we are all done eating Hannah.” Mommy said while looking at me. “Mikey is almost done.” She said while grabbing a piece of broccoli that has fallen of my plate, holding it in front of my lips. “Open up Mikey!” Mommy said with a sing-happy voice. I opened my mouth a little and mommy carefully pushed the broccoli in my mouth. “That is a good boy.” Mommy said as she ruffled my hair. I felt my cheeks glowing as I slowly chewed my food. After a few minutes I cleared my plate. “Can we get dessert?” Hannah said impatiently, looking at the empty plates. “In a minute honey.” Mommy said as she cleared the table. As mommy was busy in the kitchen I asked Hannah “What do you normally get for dessert?” “Euhm, mostly ice cream, sometimes pudding. But if you’re naughty you won’t get any dessert!” Hannah answered, with a little bit of terror in her voice. A few minutes later mommy arrived with three bowl filled with ice cream. I looked at mine. It was filled with three different kinds, chocolate, vanilla and strawberry. “Thank you mommy.” I said while lifting my plastic spoon. “You welcome Mikey.” Mommy answered. Hannah was already busy devouring her bowl. chocolate and strawberry was smeared all over her face and hands. Mommy let out chuckle. “Looks like someone could use a bath.” Mommy said with a smile on her face.

CHAPTER 29 The party just never could get back on track after that. I mean, come on, how can you just put on the party hats and resume any festivities after what had just transpired? I mean, the party DID technically continue, but the mood was just shot to hell following the big blow-up. Even my mother’s head wasn’t in the game. Everyone’s minds were on poor Byron and the abuse he suffered at the hands of his piece of shit uncle. It was simply a matter of folks just going through the motions to get through the party that had been so meticulously planned out. Vince rightfully insisted on taking Byron to the clinic he worked at so he could be sure that there were no internal injuries or anything of that nature. My father, who was to take on ownership of Byron, went with them. For my part, I was emotionally spent. I didn’t want to have the party, but I didn’t have the will to resist it. I was like a zombie. A zombie in a stupid-looking baby dress, but a zombie nonetheless. Gia was pretty traumatized by the whole ordeal, though she did what she could to keep me from falling into complete despair over my best friend's situation. Gia is pretty amazing. Have I mentioned that? So, we had the cake as planned, but I barely even remember it. I remember that my sister actually fed me. Normally, that would have pissed me off, but under the circumstances, I was probably too unsteady to feed myself anyway. And I have to be fair here. Megan wasn’t being her usual bitchy self. Nobody told her to feed me, nor did she make a big deal out of it. I think she saw that I was unable to do much and stepped up. No hateful words, no mean comments, no infantilization. After the cake was consumed (well, a small portion of it, anyway), Gia and I were forced to play “Pin the Crown on the Princess”. Even forcing us to do that was half hearted. And since we were both being held while doing it, there really wasn’t too much of a point to it. I felt the telltale rumbling in my stomach that signified I would have to poop before too long. I wanted to put it off as long as possible, though, and since I had great bowel control, I could pull that off. Then came the presents. Each one was exactly what I expected them to be. New baby toys, new baby clothes, new baby EVERYTHING. By then, I had started to become a little numb to these kinds of items. But two of the gifts stood out as being noteworthy, though for entirely different reasons. One of the last gifts I opened absolutely shocked me. The present was from the Mazzantis and I can say without hesitation that it was the last thing I expected. It was a bouncy swing, not unlike the one Gia had sat it, except for one thing. Two things, really. Mounted directly onto the seating area of the swing was not one, but TWO, dildos… one for each orifice. I know the little handbook mentioned things of this nature, but to receive it in front of everyone was cringy and embarrassing. Shouldn’t it have been more private? The other gift was the one sent from Charice. It was a babyish-looking smart phone that had parental control capabilities advertised on the box. It was clearly designed for kids. She knew my parents would never let me have a “regular” phone, so she figured I would overlook the childish aesthetics if it meant having access to a phone. She was right! While the day’s events were still looming over me like a dark shadow, Charice’s present at least gave me a glimmer of happiness. Vince, my father and Byron returned about an hour after the party had concluded. Byron was exhausted, both physically and mentally. He had gone through so much; probably more than we would ever know. Dad looked at Mom and said, “Get the baby ready, sweetheart. We need to head home so Gracie can get some rest.” I hated that by “the baby” he meant ME. Vince spoke up. “I found evidence of repeated abuse. Physical and sexual. Lucas Budd has promised that her uncle will never be in a position to abuse anyone else. When he makes statements like that, believe me… he means it. Gracie’s aunt has been arrested as well. She didn’t engage directly in the abuse, but she’ll definitely be facing punishment for her role in it.” “Did Gracie have any… lasting damage?” Mom asked. “No, nothing lasting” Vince stated, “no broken bones, no internal injuries. Just a lot of bruises and some minor lacerations. Nothing that won’t heal soon.” Byron just stood there, kind of in la-la land while they were talking. She didn’t say a word. He always had a lot of pride and his pride had taken a huge hit. Me seeing him dressed in feminine clothes. Him being a victim of abuse, unable to physically overcome his uncle. Having to tell the police about what had happened. All of it took its toll on him. I could see it in his eyes and it broke my heart into a million little pieces. My mother busied herself gathering my diaper bag, her purse, and other assorted items she had brought with her. Vince and Bianca assured my parents that they could have the gifts brought to our house in the morning, even though I made sure to snatch up my new phone. “Bye bye, birfday gurwl,” said Gia as she hugged me goodbye. She hugged Byron too and told him goodbye. Gia may not have met him before, but she just couldn’t leave him out. She was a sweetie that way. Byron and I were put down for bed about as soon as we arrived home. Byron was already pretty much out like a light before Dad took him to the guest room. I was damn near as tired myself. It had been an emotional day for us both. I woke up in my crib some time later with a cramping sensation in my stomach. There wasn’t a clock in my room, so I had no way of knowing what time it was. It was dark outside, though, so I knew I would have quite a wait if I messed the diaper at that point. I wanted to hold off as long as I could so as to minimize the amount of time I would spend in a filthy diaper. I’ve had to lie in messy diapers before. It was just that I always managed to hold it until an hour or so before one of the grown-ups came in to get me (one of my rules was that I was never allowed to exit the crib without an adult’s assistance). Going back to sleep wasn’t an option. If I relaxed for more than a few seconds, catastrophe would have been unavoidable. So I laid there, shifting positions in a futile attempt to keep my bowels at bay, all the while feeling terrible for poor Byron. I lasted probably two hours after waking up before I couldn’t hold it any longer and released the poop into my diaper. Mom had kept me in the double-diapers with soakers, so I didn’t fear any of it leaking out. My greatest fear was that she would deem this mess not “bad” enough to warrant a change. I realized that she might very well leave it on me for a while, especially considering I was no longer in danger of infections or diaper rash. That was not a pleasant thought, as this mess was particularly loose and slimy. I positioned myself on my side, which I had found was the optimal position to lie in a messy diaper. If I laid on my stomach, which was the first thing I tried early on in my second babyhood, the mess just rested on top of my ass. That grossed me out a lot! Lying on my back was even worse, for obvious reasons. By remaining on my side, the mass usually shifted so that not as much made contact with my skin. I remained locked into that one position for probably five hours, only occasionally drifting off to sleep before being woken up by the mush being pushed around in my diaper when I would move my leg or readjust my torso slightly. Gia told me she knew some techniques for learning to sleep the entire night with a poopy diaper on. I never asked her to enlighten me, though, because I figured I would simply be able to hold it at least long enough to spend only a miniscule amount of time sleeping in one. I decided then and there to inquire about those techniques soon. Eventually, Megan entered the room. It was light out and I knew they typically took me out of my crib at around seven o’clock in the morning. She approached the crib and said, “Let’s check your diaper” immediately before doing exactly that. “You’re pretty messy, but Mom said not to waste a diaper if I didn’t have to. And I don’t think I have to.” Damn it. “Is Mom not here?” I asked. Megan sighed, but not too sarcastically. “Joella, you know you’re not supposed to use your big girl voice. I know you had a rough day yesterday and even I’M not cruel enough to stack too much shit on you, but at least try to behave, okay?” I nodded. “Sowwy.” “That’s better. “Come on, baby. I’ll get you some breakfast.” I used my baby voice and shifted my question. “Is Bywon still hewre?” Another low key sigh. “You CAN’T keep calling her that. You heard what dad said. He’s going to try to get her operation and gender changed, but it’s going to take time. But if we don’t treat her like a girl until then and that Lucas Budd dude finds out, the authorities will remove her from our home.” “Why would dey?” “Because it’s against the law for girls to be treated as boys and, well, vice versa. But the point is that removing her from the home would be really fucking bad. Her next owner may not be willing to have the operation done. And then she would be double fucked.” She was right. But, damn it, how could I bring myself to call him Grace or to use female pronouns? Words like those would cut through Byron like a knife and causing him pain was the last thing on earth I wanted to do. On the other hand, if I didn’t play along, I would be responsible, at least partially, for a fate far worse than having to be temporarily treated like a girl while waiting for the operation that would make his biological gender match his gender identity. “So,” she continued, “are we in agreement that you’ll do what best for Gracie?” “Yeth,” I said, trying to work on the lisp that was generally expected of me. “Glad to hear it, because I’ll admit that while I never cared much for Byr… Gracie, what happened to her was super fucked up. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” “Thanks, Big Sissy,” I said, throwing her a bone. She smiled and said, “Thanks, cutie. And to answer your question, no, Gracie is not here right now. Mom and Dad took her to get the rest of her paperwork done, get an injection and to buy her a few things. They should be back in a few hours or so.” With that, she lifted me from the crib and carried me out of the room.

Sidewalk Surfin' - Jan and Dean The Living Years - Mike & The Mechanics

I had a decent mess on my home this morning. No pushing, it just came out while I was driving. Very nice. I will wear it for a few more hours

Chapter Ten and Eleven of this story is now available on my Patreon page along with other exclusive content (stories/artwork/audio book), as well as early access to this story and my Podcast! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Enjoy! Chapter Nine The silence stretched between the two of them. For a long time, Jonathan just stared at her to the point she finally let go of her dress, hiding her diaper once again. She wanted to remain calm and not freak out on him, but as the silence went on, she started to feel nauseous. What was he going to say? Was he going to run out and call her a freak? She could feel sweat began to drip down her forehead, and her heart was pounding in her chest. She wanted to tell him it was all a joke (though how could she when she showed him her diaper?) she wanted to reverse the clock and never tell him in the first place. Why was she so stupid? She could feel herself sobering up and tears stinging in her eyes, but she still stood there, pretending on the inside she wasn’t falling apart. “Wow.” He took a deep breath, and she felt her heart drop. Wow? Was that all he had to say about this? “I mean,” he scratched his head, “I’m not sure what to say…” “I’m sorry,” Laura said, feeling her act start to fall away, “I thought you should know…” “Laura,” he called her name, but she didn’t hear him. “Perhaps we should just forget about it altogether, just pretend it didn’t happen. It’s not that big of a deal anyway. I’m just going to –“ “Laura.” “You know what, if you want to leave, that’s just fine – “but before she could say anything more, he kissed her. “You kissed me.” She said, shocked. “It was the only way to shut you up,” he told her, “It’s okay, Laura. I’m not freaked out; I’m not mad, I’m not going anywhere. I’m here.” “You are?” She asked him. “Yes,” he said as he kissed her again, “I’m not going anywhere….you look pretty cute actually.” She felt herself blush. “I can’t believe this.” “Well, you better believe it.” He said with a smirk, and she began to relax. All her anxieties and worries started to wash away as he stood right in front of her and looked at her without judgment. “Most people who find out…” Laura sighed. “They date me because they think I’m this perfect girl, but they don’t realize that I have secrets too, that I’m not as perfect as they think…then they leave.” “They are fools.” He said with a shake of his head. “You’re amazing.” “No-no I’m not…” “I think you are,” he said with a shrug of his shoulder, “So if you have a fetish…it just makes you unique. There isn’t anything to be ashamed of.” Laura felt the tears fall down her face, part of it was her being a bit drunk, and the other part was his words. She never met someone so accepting before. Even Dan, though he was totally fine with it now, took him a while to get accustomed to it. They wrapped their arms around each other’s neck and kissed, and it was probably one of the best kisses she’s ever had. His lips were soft and tender, his arms slowly lowered to her back, pressing her closer to him. She ran her fingers through his hair. She wanted to stay in this moment, forever. “Do…do you want me to get out of it…” she started to speak, feeling herself get a bit nervous again. “No,” was all he said as he pushed her on the bed, climbing on top of her as they began to make out once more. Soon they were stripping each other naked, to the point where she was wearing nothing but her diaper. She felt more exposed than if she had been thoroughly exposed. “Let me just…” “Wait,” he said as he held her back from getting up. His hands began to trace down her stomach until they got to her diaper. He let his fingers trace along the edges of it before pressing his fingers against it, “so you like wearing it?” She nodded her head. “It’s comfortable.” “Is it?” “Yeah, it is,” Laura said, wondering if he was curious about it, deciding to go for it, “you know…once they sent me some diapers in the wrong size…they probably would fit you.” “M-me?” His cheeks turned red, and she smiled. “I don’t know.” “Come on,” she said, pushing him a little, “I bet you would look sexy in one.” Something came over her; she dominate side resurfaced as her fears of his rejection faded away. “No, I couldn’t.” He said with a shake of his head, but he still had his hand upon her diaper. “You wouldn’t have to use it,” she told him, “not even a little curious?” “I mean, I am…” he said honestly, his voice was low, and his cheeks were red. “Hold on,” Laura said as she jumped out of bed and walked over to the closet and pulled out the diaper she was talking about, “lay down.” Jonathan nodded his head as he lay down on the bed, naked, as Laura lifted his legs and slid the diaper beneath this bottom. She had a bit difficulty taping the diaper up because his penis was sticking straight up, but she maneuvered it to where she could tape up the diaper snuggly around his waist. “How does that feel?” She asked him with a smile. “It feels…comfortable,” he said with a wiggle. She pressed her fingers against his diaper, biting her lower lip. She was right. He looked incredibly sexy in the diaper as he laid helpless before her. She felt her feelings surge up as she got on top of him, pressing her diaper against his as she kissed him. It felt so good to be with him, have him beneath her, kiss him, and hold him. She had never been able to take the lead before. She was always with guys who were either vanilla or more dominant. As a switch, it was a part of her she craved, and she finally wanted to explore. She pressed herself as close as she could, as they continued to kiss. She rubbed her fingers down his stomach to his diapered bottom while he played with her breast. She wanted more of him, but she held herself back. The fact he was willing to wear a diaper was something huge for her that she didn’t want to push the issue. She could feel herself grow even wetter just thinking about him. “I need to change before we go further,” she told him as she kissed him on the cheek, “do you want to do it, or do you want me?” “I don’t know what to do…” he said with a blush. “You’ve never changed a diaper before?” “Yes….but that was on a baby…” “It’s the same; I’m just a lot bigger.” She said with a giggle, she jumped off the bed and grabbed some wipes and laid down. “I won’t bite.” “O-okay.” He slid off the bed and positioned himself between her legs, which were hanging off the bed. She was secretly happy she wasn’t soaked, but she was still pretty wet. He undid the tapes and slid them off of her, leaving her exposed. He then grabbed some wipes and gently wiped her bottom. As he did so, she noticed he was blushing and biting his lower lip. Was this turning him on? “Thank you!” Laura said once he was finished. She sat up and kissed him on the lips before rolling up the used diaper and setting it on the floor. “For your help, I’m going to reward you.” She then slid his diaper down, to the point his dick was freed. She lowered herself and kissed the tip of it, before running her tongue all around the tip. She could feel him wiggle at the slightest touch. She then placed the tip in her mouth, but not going all the way in. She teased him, using her free hand to massage his balls as she continued to slowly go in and out, taking her time to build up the sensation before she went as far as she could, causing him to gasp for pleasure as she did so. Afterward, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him on top of her on the bed. They began to kiss once more, as he found his way inside of her. She gasped as he went all the way in; she arched her back as she groaned in pleasure. Every little touch, kiss, movement caused her whole body to ache for more. “Oh my,” she whispered as he began to rock back and forth, she could feel the diaper brush against her skin with every little move. He began to kiss her neck down to her breast, where he began to suckle on her as he continued to fuck her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let out a moan. The mixture of him being inside her and sucking on her nipples was almost too much to bear. It wasn’t long before they both finished. They then fell onto the bed, sweating and panting profusely. “That was amazing,” Laura said as she turned to look at him and smiled. “Yeah, it was.” He admitted. In each other’s arms, the two just laid there for a long time, without another word. She was just basking in the particular moment they experienced together.

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I also pooped in a wet tranquility overnight pull-up after waking this morning Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk

My parents are going to be going away for two weeks from tomorrow so I'm going to have the house to myself, I have ordered some nappies and will be able to use them without the fear of being caught. At the weekend (when I'm not at work) I'm planning on ordering a take away and having a few drinks. The alcohol will inevitably make me desperate for the toilet after which I plan on going for a walk in a nappy making sure I'm far away enough from home that I'm unable to get to the toilet and I eventually wet myself. It's obviously more difficult to wear and use nappies in public as a lot of public toilets that I could use to change still aren't open so I'm not sure where I'd be safe. I've been keen to use alcohol to make myself need to wee and then doing it in a nappy for a while and am excited to give it a go.

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As they drove toward Aunt Kelly's house she rambled on about how nice things were going to be for Nicky now and then something about the nice school Nicky would be attending. Nicky blanked most of it out wondering only when she would have the chance to smoke the cigarette she had been cupping. Arriving at the house Nicky tried several times to open the door and get out. When her Aunt opened it Nicky spoke. "This is a brand new car and the damn door sticks you should get it fixed Aunt Kelly". Aunt Kelly smiled "Its not broke dear that just the child safety locks." Taking Nicky's hand she led her into the house. Nicky could see the well furnished living room and dining room from the hall entrance also the entrance to the kitchen. Aunt Kelly led her down the hall and showed her a bedroom. My god thought Nicky this is the pinkest room I have ever seen. Everything was pink the dressers the bureau. The bed was in the corner it was a twin size with a child rail on it. Next to it was a table Nicky was not sure what that was for. In another corner was a computer desk and computer also all pink. The bed was covered with stuffed animals the wallpaper was pink with white angels on clouds. Nicky opened a door and there was a bathroom with a pink toilet commode and sink. The commode had something sitting on it attached to the seat. Nicky looked at her Aunt "Do you have another bathroom, there is something on the toilet in here I need to go." Kelly did not say a word she took Nicks hand and walked her in the bathroom. She reached under Nicky's dress and pulled down her panties then lifted the girl onto the potty seat attached to the toilet. Reaching behind Nicky she attached a Velcro belt around the girls waste and said "Call me when you are finished sweetie." Nicky just sat there confused how old does this bitch think I am thought the girl as she realized that she was sitting on a potty seat and her Aunt had just put her there finally Nicky just peed she really did have to go. She looked for toilet paper but did not see any and wondered how she was going to get off this seat when her Aunt walked back in "All finished baby." Her Aunt took some toilet paper off the shelf and told Nicky to spread her legs. After cleaning her she lifted her off the seat and pulled her panties back up Nicky was sitting in the living room watching TV while her Aunt made supper when she got her next brilliant idea. She turned up the sound a little and sneeked out the front door for a cigarette. She had just lit it and took a drag when her Aunt tapped her on the shoulder. Snatching the cigarette out of Nicky's hand and stomping it she picked Nicky up and carried her into the house. "What do you think you were doing with that nasty thing in your mouth young lady!" Before Nicky could answer she was placed across her lap and her panties pulled to her ankles. "This will teach you little girl." said Aunt Kelly as she repeatedly smacked Nicky's bare behind. At first Nicky kicked and screamed in anger but after a few smacks she began to cry like a baby thinking her butt was on fire. Afterwards she spent the rest of the time while her Aunt made dinner standing in the corner holding a nickel against the wall with her nose. Her panties still around her ankles. She was told to keep her hands on her head and if the Nichol dropped the spanking would be done over. Soon they had dinner and afterwards Aunt Kelly gave Nicky a bath and put her to bed. Nicky lay there in her new bed wondering what she had gotten herself into. My god she was wearing a pink nightie and pink panties lying on her stomach to avoid her sore behind. She wondered to herself which was worse this or Julie and prison. She thought of that and all the things that had brought her here as she fell to sleep. Punished Chapter 3 Nicky woke the next morning and just lay there in her bed. Thinking to her how she had been treated the day before. Wondering what she was going to do about it as she suddenly noticed, the bed was soaked. Oh my god thought Nicky what am I going to do now. Panicked and worried about what her Aunt might do Nicky did not know what to do. Just then Aunt Kelly walked into the room. Nicky started to cry and plead that it must have been the strange surroundings "Please don't spank me Aunt Kelly whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa cried. " Nicky. Aunt Kelly picked Nicky up and set her on her hip "it's ok baby its ok. "she said. "It is Aunt Kelly's fault her baby is in a wet bed. " Aunt Kelly cleaned Nicky up and dressed her in some very thick panties and a t-shirt then carried her to the kitchen for breakfast. Nicky eyes grew wide when she saw the high chair "noooooooooooooo." said Nicky as she was placed in the chair and strapped in. Wiggling to free her self and fighting Aunt Kelly gave Nicky a stern look and a warning about a spanking if she did not sit still and behave, Nicky sat and weighed her options wondering which was worse Julie and prison or being treated like a baby by her Aunt. Nicky new the answer Julie might kill her if she went back their even worse make her wish she was dead. After breakfast Aunt Kelly dressed her and took her to this uniform shop. Nicky was shocked to find out she would be attending and all girls school. The uniforms were horrible. Blue pleated shirts that were way to short and white knit short sleeve shirts. A blue sweater would be added for wintertime. Trying on a skirt the first thing Nicky noticed was that it was so short her panties showed out the bottom. Nicky finally asked her Aunt what grade she would be in. Her Aunt said that was a great question and that they were leaning towards starting her in sixth grade. "But I am 18 yrs old" screamed Nicky!!! Aunt Kelly quickly smacked Nicky's butt five or six times "Don't you dare yell at me young lady, it is not your age but the quality of your education I am worried about." Nicky was still crying when her Aunt put her in the car. They stopped for lunch on the way home and Aunt Kelly made a phone call as they drove home Aunt Kelly seemed to be in a particularly happy mood. This made Nicky very nervous as they pulled into the driveway. Punished ch 4 Nicky walked into the house and into her bedroom to find her bed had been replaced by a crib. She started to scream but held it fearing more smacks on her already sore hinny. Aunt Kelly walked in the room behind her telling Nicky it was time for her nap. She undressed Nicky and removed her panties, Nicky wondered why until her Aunt placed her on the table by the bed. Soon Nicky new exactly what was going on, she was being diapered for her nap. Her Aunt rubbed baby oil on her diaper area then placed a disposable diaper under her. Nicky could not help but notice the diaper had pink bears printed on the front of it. Lifting Nicky's legs her Aunt powdered her then taped the diaper snugly. She told Nicky to stay put on the table and she would be right back Her Aunt returned a few minutes later carrying a baby bottle. Nicky said she did not want it, her aunt just gave her a stern look and told her that it would help her sleep. Picking her up she carried her to a chair and began nursing the teenage girl while rocking her in her lap. Nicky sucked the bottle and fell quickly to sleep. Nicky awoke a couple hours later she had a paci in her mouth and a wet diaper. Nicky thought to herself what is happening to me. A few minutes later her Aunt entered the room. Nicky was standing in her crib holding her teddy by one arm and sucking her paci as she looked out over the rails. Her Aunt made quick work of changing her into a clean diaper. Two days later Nicky realized how much her whole life had changed. She spent most of the time at home diapered. Either playing with the numerous baby toys her Aunt had given her or standing in the corner. When she had been taken out she always wore very thick cotton panties. Nicky was not stupid she knew they were like training pants. Today Nicky was taking a barrage of test's to see what grade she belonged in. She thought to herself how bad she wished she had her pacifier, these test seemed so very hard. The truth was Nicky had been to school very little and could barely read the test and did not understand most of the questions. Later after the test had been graded Nicky was sitting with her Aunt in the Head Mistress office her name was Mrs. Payne. She explained to Aunt Kelly that Nicky had not done well at all on the test. She then suggested the best course of action was for Nicky to start all over. Mrs. Payne suggested Nicky either starts in preschool or kindergarten. Nicky sat there wide eyed and waited for her Aunt to say know to this silly woman. Mrs. Payne went on to remind Aunt Kelly that all girls in her school pre school thru sixth grade were required to be diapered at all times school and home She even mentioned that some of the high school age girls were still in diapers Aunt Kelly was thinking hard Nicky could tell. Then she told Mrs. Payne that if Nicky were going to start over then preschool would be the best place to start. Nicky went ballistic screaming and cursing at both women. She was quickly snatched up Taken straight to the car, continuing her screaming at her aunt the whole two-block ride home. Nicky was totally losing it, and letting her Aunt have it. Arriving home her Aunt picked her up and carried her into the house. Nicky screaming and kicking to be let down. " I am not a baby." she screamed. As soon as Aunt Kelly got her in the house she took down Nicky's panties and pulled the screaming crying girl across her lap. A hand spanking followed by ten smacks with a paddle followed. Nicky was still screaming but her lines had now changed " I sorry I be good I sorry Aunt Kelly, Nicky be good girl." She cried out the whole spanking. It did not seem to matter much as Aunt Kelly turned her Hinny a bright lipstick red. Soon Nicky was standing in the corner holding the dime to the wall with her nose again. Wondering how this could get any worse, and trying so hard not to drop the dime. Punished ch 5 Nicky could not believe what was happening to her a few days later as she rode in her brand new car seat to her first day at preschool. Nicky had on her school uniform white shirt and pleated skirt. The skirt was so short it only covered her diapered butt about half way. Aunt Kelly had pinned Nicky's pacifier to her shirt with a pink ribbon, so Nicky would not lose it. Nicky took a deep breath as they arrived at the school. Aunt Kelly lifted Nicky out of the car seat and carried her on her hip to the classroom. Arriving at the room she sat Nicky down and keeled to talk to her. Aunt Kelly talked slowly and softly as she told Nicky that she did not expect miracles. She knew that Nicky was not going to be perfect and was sure the teacher would punish her as needed. She went on to add any big girl acting up such as cursing or the likes would be dealt with harshly at home by her. Nicky was told she was to act just like any other four year old girl and talk like one. She was also reminded her that she was diapered and was to use her diaper for all its intended purposes, as there were no pottie chairs here. Nicky blushed as she had never ever pooped in a diaper and did not want too. Aunt Kelly hugged her and kissed her goodbye and warned her one more time. Nicky stood there frozen in the entrance of her classroom waving goodbye and wiping back a tear as her Aunt left. A lady motioned to Nicky to come in the room and told her to take a seat on the rug. Nicky did as she was told and began looking around the room. Nicky it seemed was one of the last to arrive. There was four small girls in the class and two boys another boy entered and the tall brunette said good morning class. Nicky thought to her self what a small class just eight people. The brunette said her name was Ms Sally and the young girl on the other side of the room was Amy her assistant. Nicky would learn later Amy's main job was changing and checking diapers along with helping the teacher. Nicky looked around the room in one corner was a world of toys. Behind the rugged area were two tables and exactly four chairs at each table. Over by Amy exposed for the whole room to see was a changing table. There was a chalkboard and some cubbyholes in the wall on another side. Ms Sally motioned for the children to follow her to the cubby's and showed each of the kids where their cubby was and there name was on the cubby. In it was crayons scissors and paste. The teacher explained this was where the children would keep their personal things. She then asked how many could spell their name. Soon they were all setting at the tables with paper and crayons learning to write their names. Nicky was more than a little miffed when the teacher told her she did well but she was not making her ks right. Things went ok after that as they learned their ABCs and spent sometime counting to twenty. They then spent about and hour coloring and drawing. It was during this time Amy walked up to Nicky helped her up and checked her diaper. Taking her by the hand she walked he to the changing table removed her skirt and motioned for her to get up on the table. She hung the skirt up on a hook and made quick work of changing Nicky's diaper. That was the last time till it was time to go home Nicky would see her skirt. At eleven thirty they were lined up in a single file line and marched to the lunchroom. By now each of the children had lost her skirt or his shorts by way of diaper change. Nicky could not believe she was walking down the hall with nothing but a diaper and dreaded entering the cafeteria. It turned out that the lunchroom from 1130 till 12 15 was for preschool thru third grade. The whole cafeteria was a mass of diapered butts not hardly a skirt or pair of shorts to be found. A couple of the older kids did point at Nicky and whisper. The children were seated at a small table and each of them bibbed by Ms Sally and Amy then they each ate the lunch in front of them. Nicky ate quietly wondering to herself how long this hell would last. After lunch it was back to the room and nap-time after a few including Nicky were changed. Each child was given a bottle of milk and a pillow and a place on the carpet to sleep. Nicky sucked her bottle and worried about the rumbling in her tummy as she fell asleep. After the nap of about and hour Nicky woke up to the cramps in her tummy. The other children were also stirring. Nicky tried so hard not to poop her diaper but nature took its course. Nicky cried the whole time she was being cleaned and changed. Amy talking softly to her trying to calm her down. She finally did and returned to the rest of the class. It was music time and they were learning a song. Nicky was surprised that the rest of the class did not say a word to her about her messy diaper. For the most part to them she was just another four year old not even a curiosity. After music time they went outside to play. Nicky stopped at the door not wanting to go out in just her diaper and shirt. Ms Sally ended up taking her hand and gently pulling her hand till she was out side. Nicky sat on a swing and watched the others play. She noticed one of the boys picking on a very small girl. He finally pushed her and she fell down. Nicky ran over and gave him a shove and down he went. "How does that feel you lil twerp." yelled Nicky. About this time Ms Sally picked up the lil boy and grabbed Nicky by the hand. Nicky tried to explain to the teacher that she was just protecting the other girl as Ms Sally removed both the little boys diaper and Nicky's. "We do not push or hit here dear period." first the little boy then Nicky were pulled across Ms Sally's lap and spanked soundly. Nicky was still crying as she was re-diapered. Then her and the boy spent the rest of playtime in opposite corners with Ms Sally standing guard. They were made to give each other a hug in front of the class to show they were all made up. Nicky was never so glad in her life to see Aunt Kelly when she arrived at three o'clock to pick her up. Nicky still did not have her skirt on having just been changed. Aunt Kelly took the skirt from Amy and put it in her purse. She asked Ms Sally if Nicky had behaved. Ms Sally said I suggest you ask Nicky. Aunt Kelly carried Nicky to the car and placed her in the car seat then asked what happened. Nicky told her the truth and ask if she was to be spanked again. Aunt Kelly told her of course not you have already been punished baby. Just next time you are trying to protect one of your classmates get the teacher. Aunt Kelly drove straight to the grocery store Nicky could not believe when she parked the car. Grabbing a cart from the rack outside she lifted Nicky out of the car seat and placed her in the baby seat on the cart. Nicky thoughts to herself will the humiliation never end. Punished ch 6 Nicky lay in her crib that night and made up her mind this had to end. She no longer cared one way or the other if she ended up back in prison. She had to get out of here that was all she knew. Nicky did not have much of a plan when she went to school she would run that was the whole plan. After school started Nicky played sick and was sent to the school nurse. She endured the humiliation of a thermometer up her butt and being placed in the crib in the nurse's room. The first time the nurse left the room Nicky made her move. She crawled out of the crib and headed for the window. Noticing the nurse's purse she stole not only the two hundred dollars the nurse had but also her id and credit cards. Putting her skirt that the nurse had removed on she crawled out the open window and hit the ground running. Once Nicky was away from the school she stopped to think for a second how far would she make it dressed like this. She headed to her Aunts house to get some clothes that would be the last place they would look. After all her aunt was on her way to pick Nicky up. Nicky's Aunt arrived at the school five minutes after Nicky had made her escape and raised holy hell. The police were called in and the town was quickly sealed off. Nicky was in the house she found five hundred dollars her aunt kept for emergencies, changed into some jeans and packed a bag. Not being stupid Nicky packed all the disposable diapers she could find and some powder and lotion, All the things she took were packed in a knap sack she had found. Now how to get out of town Nicky had to think. Nicky was smart enough to know the town would be blocked by the police no way out. Nicky walked to the corner grocery store and bought supplies canned food and a can opener. She then headed for the nearest wooded area. Nicky found a place she could see anyone coming and hid. As soon as it got dark she moved again right back in to town and hid in the basement of and abandoned house she had seen. Nicky stayed there for three days. She even listened to the radio no clues of missing child. Nicky thought to herself she would show them child. Nicky had driven past a truck stop on several occasions with her Aunt she made her way there about Midnight the third night after she had ran. She looked the trucks over well and noticed a small truck full of vegetables she stowed away in the back. The next morning while the driver of Nicky's escape vehicle ate breakfast in a small town café. The small girl made her escape from the truck. She then bought a ticket to San Diego California by bus with the Nurses credit card. Nicky got off the bus somewhere in Nevada, and took another bus to Reno. She laughed as she thought of them searching for her in San Diego. Once in Reno Nicky used the things she had learned in prison well she sold the id and the credit cards to a fence. She used that money to buy a new identity from a forger. Her new name was Nichole Jamison. She dyed her hair and started a new life. Well sort of a new life. Nicky still was totally dependent on diapers. She met a stripper name Diana and moved in with her. Diana loved playing mommy with Nicky. She also got Nicky a job dancing at the same strip joint she worked at. Nicky stripped twice a night from her baby doll dress and out of her diapers. The customers were crazy for her. Mommy Diana took care of all her other needs. The End

If you put a nappy on your face, I'd hate to see where you stuck the pacifier. \

I think it’s important for maid sissies to get tons of practice changing diapers and I think that Alex should definitely be used for diaper changing practice. I think that Alex will make lots of wet and messy diapers for the other sissies to change and messy diapers are one way that Alex can rebel without getting punished ?

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But there was still something deep inside of her that caused her to push him away every time they were close to taking the next step in their relationship. How could she have sex with him when she hadn’t revealed her deepest secret when it came to her fetish? It seemed wrong. Every day that passed, she got more anxious, and she knew that she had to tell him. She couldn’t keep it a secret forever. But, she was afraid. What would happen after she told him? Would he turn away in disgust, or would he break up with her? Her heart ached at the thought of that. They had only known each other for a few weeks, but she liked him and didn’t want their relationship to end suddenly. Yet, she knew she could not keep it a secret forever. The two of them had a date tomorrow night for the concert, would she tell him then? How would she tell him? She was getting a headache, just thinking of it. Of course, at this time is when Dan decided to call her. “Hey, I can’t talk for long, I have to head to work.” “I was just checking up on you, wondering if you wanted me to come down this weekend.” “I would love you too,” Laura said with a smile, “but it has to be on Sunday; tomorrow, I’m going to a concert with Jonathan.” “Ohhh,” Dan said with a chuckle, “how are you guys doing? Have you told him.” Laura gulped hard. “N-no, but I was going too.” “Just be careful,” he told her with a sigh. “I will.” She said. “He is a good guy. I don’t think he will be turned off by it…I actually think he will like it…maybe…” “I hope he does,” he said, “I’ll see you Sunday, okay?” “Okay,” she said with a sigh, “have a good day.” “You two.” She hung up the phone and grabbed her purse and keys and headed out of the apartment. “You can do this,” she told herself as she headed to her car and to work. She was going to say to him tomorrow. She was going to say to him tomorrow. She was going to do it. On the day of the concert, Laura made the brave decision to wear a diaper underneath her dress. Most of it was for a practical reason, so she didn’t have to worry about the toilet, but was also a way to make her have to tell Jonathan and not be a coward about it. After all, she had a feeling that tonight would be the night they would have sex, and she couldn’t keep pushing it off. “Are you ready?” Jonathan asked as he came to pick her up later that evening. He was wearing jeans with a simple graphic t-shirt, but even still, he looked incredibly cute. “I am,” Laura said as she grabbed her purse and threw it over her shoulder. “I’m really excited,” Laura said as they head to his car, “it’s been a long time since I’ve been to a concert.” “They’re supposed to be good,” Jonathan replied. “How is school?” “It’s going well, lots of work, but I’m managing. How is work?” “I’m finally getting the hang of things,” Laura flashed a smile at him before getting into the car. “That’s good; I’m sure you’re doing great,” Jonathan said as he started it. The trip to the concert was about a forty-five-minute drive. Neither they minded though, as they continued to chat about everything they could think about to the show. Once they got there, they found some parking, grabbed their tickets, and walked around a bit. The concert was being held outside, so there were a few vendors parked around. “This place is fantastic!” Laura said. “It sure is, did you want a drink?” Jonathan asked as he pulled out his wallet. “Stop it,” Laura insisted, “you paid for dinner last week, AND you bought the tickets! Let me purchase the drinks.” “But, you know they’re not…” “I don’t care how much they cost,” Laura said, “let me do this, please?” “Okay, okay. You win.” He said with a sigh of defeat as Laura laughed and bought them two beers. The two continued to walk around, drinking the beer, laughing, and having a great time. By the time the concert started, Laura had insisted on buying another beer, although she understood the mistake as her bladder was going to fill up. “I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick,” Jonathan said. “Okay, I’ll be fine. I have a strong bladder.” She said with a giggle. “Oh, wow. I’m jealous.” “Maybe one day I’ll tell you my secret.” She said with a wink, feeling herself becoming a little bit buzzed. “I would love that.” Laura felt herself getting naughty thoughts as Jonathan slipped away, but she shook her head. He returned just before the first band appeared. He grabbed ahold of her hand, squeezing it tight. She felt the tips of her ears blush slightly as she scooted closer to him. The concert was terrific. Every band killed it, and the two enjoyed themselves. Throughout the hours, Laura felt her bladder starting to fill up to where she couldn’t hold back anymore. Halfway through the concert, she let go into the diaper she was wearing, feeling it swell up around her. She blushed at the thought, but shook her head, feeling slightly drunk as she leaned over and planted a big kiss on Jonathan’s cheek. The two of them started to make out just as the last song finished off. “Wow,” he breathed in as they pulled apart as everyone around them started to leave. “Yeah,” she said with a giggle, “you ready to head back?” “Sure,” he said, grabbing hold of her hand and leading her to his car. The two of them chatted all the way home about the concert, about their favorite songs, about how that one time threw up on her date or when a fight almost broke out. By the time both of them got back to the apartments, they were lingering by her door. “Did you want to…come in?” She asked as she played with her keys. “Yeah, sure.” He said with a blush. She smiled as she opened the door, and the two walked in, but they didn’t make it too far before she turned around and pressed her body up against him, kissing him hard. They began to make out, hands starting to touch everywhere, as they moved into the bedroom. She knew she had to stop him, his fingers haven’t quite reached her bottom yet, but once he did, it would be all over. But, she couldn’t help it, his kisses were intoxicating, she wanted to push him down and have her way with him. She wanted him to beg for her and to call her mommy…and to wear a cute diaper… She had to stop herself, pushing the thoughts away. NO. She needed to tell him. Even if it was one of the most challenging things she had to do, she had to say to him. “W-wait!” she called out, trying to pull away from his lips. “W-what is wrong?” He asked. “If you don’t’ want too, I understand…” “No, I do want too,” she insisted, “it’s just before we do…there is something I need to tell you.” “What is it?” “It’s nothing awful or anything,” she told him, “It’s just something I need to tell you before we go any further.” “Go on; I’m listening.” He said in a calm voice, obviously sensing she was worried about it. “Um, well, you see,” Laura said, trying to find the right words to say, “it’s kind of like a fetish or a preference, I’m not exactly sure why it started…but it’s been like this forever. It’s a part of who I am. I’m not asking anything of you. I like you, and I want you to be a part of it…if you want…and my life. But, I’m worried you’ll think I’m a freak…” Jonathan stopped her as he placed a hand upon her shoulder. “Calm down, Laura. You’re speaking a million miles an hour. Whatever you have to tell me, it’ll be okay. I promise.” Laura took a deep breath, grabbed the edges of her dress, and pulled them up, revealing the diaper she was wearing underneath. “I like to wear diapers,” she whispered under her breath.

Got up from my nappie and had to poop. Stuck my butt up in the air and filled my diapie before I got up then rolled over on my back so it would squish up my back a little and then filled it pee. Having a snack enjoying my mess. Gonna go get cleaned up in a little bit

I'm back from my mini beach vacation and back to writing! Chapter Eight and Nine are on my Patreon page along with many other exclusive content! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Chapter Seven Laura couldn’t sleep at all that night, she tossed and turned because of Dan’s words ringing in her ears. She woke up at least three times in the middle of the night before just gave up at about 5:00 AM. She rolled out of bed and into the shower, knowing that today was going to drag on forever. Why did she have to let him get her like that? She cursed beneath her breath as she got out of the shower and instantly to the kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee. So what if she hadn’t told Jonathan her little secret? It wasn’t something that you just blurted out of nowhere, plus they only went on one date, it wasn’t as if they were a couple yet. Good morning, I hope it’s okay to text you. I’m about to go to school, but I hope you have a good day! Laura smiled down at her phone from the text she received from Jonathan, her cheeks burning slightly. Good morning! It’s okay to text me anytime! Have a great day too! I look forward to our date tonight! She buried her head into her hands and took a deep breath; perhaps she should tell him before they got too serious? But, they were neighbors, what if he was disgusted by her? She shook her head, no; he didn’t seem that type of guy. Perhaps she should just play it by ear and see how it went? After two cups of coffee, Laura got ready for work, knowing that she would be dead by the night end. But she wasn’t going to be canceling her date; she had been looking forward to it. Even though she was quite nervous. Work dragged on; it took everything she had to keep herself awake, having to have another two cup of coffee throughout the day just to make it. It didn’t help that her mind was weighed down with thoughts about tonight. How was it going to go? By the time work was over, all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and go to sleep, but she managed to get dressed. She wore a lovely blue dress that twirled around her whenever she moved, as they were supposed to go out to dinner tonight, though she wasn’t exactly sure where. She heard a knock on the door and opened it up to find Jonathan standing in a dark blue dress up shirt and pants. “You look handsome,” she said with a smile. “You look…stunning…” he replied as leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Should we get going?” She asked, and he nodded his head. “How was work?” He asked her. “It seemed to go on forever. I didn’t sleep to well last night.” “Oh, I’m sorry about that.” “It’s okay; I’ll be fine.” She smiled at him. She was already starting to feel a lot better. They got in the car and headed to the most beautiful restaurant in town, getting a table in the corner and ordering a couple of drinks. The restaurant’s ceiling was high up with a beautiful chandelier sparkling from above. The tables had light blue tablecloths with a candle on each table. There even was a 20-foot fish tank in the corner. It was probably one of the nicest places that Laura had ever been to. “This place is gorgeous,” Laura said as she looked around the restaurant and peered down at the menu. “Are you sure this is okay?” “Yes,” Jonathan said, “I figured I needed to make up for what happened the last time.” Laura smiled at him. “It’s okay; we both said some terrible things. Let’s just forget about it.” The two of them looked at each other for a moment before looking at the menus. It wasn’t long before their waiter came over and took their order. They caught up on some small talk and waited for their food, which came out sooner than they had expected. “This is good,” Laura said as she took her second bite of the chicken that she ordered. “Yeah, it is,” Jonathan agreed as he cut into his steak and took a large bite. “So, do you have any siblings?” “I’m the youngest of three,” Jonathan said, “yourself?” “I have an older sister and a younger brother,” Laura told him, “but my brother is a lot younger than me. My sister and I are only a few years apart. She got married a year ago and is now living on the other side of the state.” “I have all three older sisters,” Jonathan said, “all of them are married, and even a few of them have children.” “Oh, wow,” Laura said, “no nephews or nieces for me yet.” “Yeah,” Jonathan laughed, “they’re fun to have around.” “I’m sure; kids are great….sometimes I wish I could be one again.” “Yeah, same here,” Jonathan said, and Laura smiled, knowing that the words that she had spoken and that he had told were different meanings. But, she didn’t blame him for him questioning why she would say that. “I think it’s pretty great that you’re able to live on your own and go to college. I had to live with roommates, no way I could afford my place.” “It wasn’t easy,” Jonathan said, “I took a year off before college and worked two jobs to save up enough money. Thankfully I got a scholarship to help pay for some tuition.” “Oh, wow,” she said, “that’s really amazing.” “It’s not that great. I just had to do what I had to do. My parents couldn’t afford to send me to college.” “No, don’t sell yourself short,” Laura told him, “It is amazing. I had to take loans out and only had a part-time job through some of my college life.” “Don’t sell yourself short either,” he said, “you got a good job and an apartment now by yourself.” “Hmm, I suppose,” Laura said, “I don’t feel like an adult.” “Do any of us?” Jonathan asked her, and the two of them laughed. “I’m having a great time,” Laura told him. “Me too,” he replied with a smile. They stared at each other for a moment, lost in each other’s eyes, before Laura turned away, feeling herself blush. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, the waiter returned to ask if they wanted dessert, in which they declined (Jonathan said he knew the perfect ice cream place they could go too). Jonathan paid the bill; Laura tried to tell him they could split or even let her pay the tip. Still, Jonathan insisted that he wanted to do it, so Laura kept her mouth shut, but she was a bit apprehensive about it since she knew that the bill was probably close to a hundred bucks by the end of the night. “Thank you for dinner,” Laura said as the two of them made their way back to his car. “You’re welcome,” he said with a smile. Jonathan than drove them to an ice cream place where they sat outside. Jonathan ordered a rocky road ice cream cone while Laura got a strawberry shortcake. “This is delicious,” Laura, “the perfect way to end the night.” “I agree,” Jonathan said as he shifted his weight. “I’m really enjoying myself.” “Me too. I hope we can do it again sometime soon.” Laura felt her cheeks flush. “I would love that.” They sat in silence for a few moments as Laura felt a sickening feeling in her stomach as Dan’s words haunted her once more. “So Jonathan,” Laura started to speak as she looked at him, “do you have any deep dark secrets?” Jonathan gave her an odd look as he raised a brow, “No, why the sudden questioning?” “Just curious,” she said, “we all have our secrets.” “What is yours?” He asked. “Hmmm, I wonder.” The two of them finished their ice cream before driving back home. They lingered in front of her doorway for a few minutes. “Thank you again,” Laura said. “Yeah,” he said with a blush, unable to meet her gaze. She stood there and waited, wondering if he would make the first move. She knew the other night she took the initiative, but she was hoping… He placed his hand against her arm as he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her lips. “Goodnight, Laura.” “Goodnight,” she whispered as she waved to him as she opened the door and let herself in, feeling her heart pound against her chest as she closed her eyes. Jonathan’s kiss was so soft, but she wanted more, she touched her lips as she felt her cheeks flush. She couldn’t help but wonder how he would feel when he found out her secret? Would he be scared and run away? Or would he be curious to try it out himself? I just found out there was a concert next weekend, did you want to go? Laura spotted the text message after she got undressed, getting ready for bed. She smiled at the text message from Jonathan as she replied that she would love to go. Laura slipped on a thick diaper before climbing into bed, with nothing else on. She pressed her fingers against the diaper, feeling the warmth beneath her. She couldn’t help but imagine Jonathan wearing a diaper as they cuddled up against each other. Her cheeks flushed as she threw the covers over her face, soon drifting off to sleep.

If I was born without a brain that thought this little hobby fun I’d take it in a heartbeat. It would make things like dating much easier but as I’m stuck with what I have, I’ll take it. I have no interest in a 12 step program for diaper wearing

They look like the ones I wore in my teens at night because I still wet the bed.

Chapter 3 & 4 is available on my Patreon page! Enjoy Chapter Two Laura woke up to her alarm going off the next morning. She turned off her phone, set at 6:30 AM, before stretching and sliding out of bed. The first thing she did was jump in the shower, before pulling a nightshirt on over her before heading into the kitchen. “I wonder what I should do today.” It was Sunday morning, and she didn’t start her new job till Monday, so she figured she would walk around town to get accustomed to everything. She made a pot of coffee and some eggs for breakfast, sitting down at the small table and watched some videos on her phone. However, before she got up to get dressed, she got a text message from Dan. How is everything going? It’s going well here. Just about to head out and check on things. Aw! Have fun, baby girl. She rolled her eyes at the last statement before getting up and clearing the table. She walked into her bedroom and slipped on a white diaper and a blue sundress. The dress landed right above her knees so that the diaper wouldn’t be exposed so easily. She grabbed her purse and headed out the door. As she was heading down the stairs, she saw her neighbor, Jonathan, walking across the parking lot. “Good morning!” She called to him. “Good morning.” “What are you up to today?” She asked him with a smile. “Oh, nothing much, about to head to work.” He said. “Where do you work?” “I work part-time at the book store as I’m attending college.” “Oh, wow!” She said. “Impressive. How old are you, Jonathan?” “19.” He said, and she smiled at him. So he was a few younger than her. How cute. “Aww,” she said with a smile, “I just turned 22. I graduated from college this past spring.” “Oh, awesome. Where are you headed?” “Just wanted to look around,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders, “I moved pretty far from my old town, so want to check everything out.” “Oh, nice.” He said as he shuffled his feet. “Don’t forget,” Laura said to him as she started to walk away, “you still need to show me around. I’m sure you know all the good spots.” Before he could answer, though, she was already walking to her car. She got in before driving off. She drove for a few hours, looked at a few shops, ate lunch at a diner, and did a bit of grocery shopping before returning home to her apartment. She sat down on the couch and closed her eyes. This was such a massive step for her. She wasn’t the type of girl hanging around friends 24/7, or even one to have a lot of friends, but she always had someone. Especially a roommate. Now she was living on her own, with no one. She shook her head; she was starting to get depressed. “Do I need a change?” She asked herself out loud as she pulled up her dress and ran her fingers down her crotch. Her diaper was a little wet, but it wasn’t completely soaked. She decided she needed a drink. She grabbed a bottle of wine, but instead of placing it in a wine glass, she instead put it in a bottle. She jumped onto the couch and put on some TV, laying down and suckling on her juice. She wasn’t always in invisible mode anymore, but there were times that she enjoyed it. When she was feeling down, the comfort of going into little or sub-space was comforting to her. She would drift away, and all her worries would disappear for the time being. Moving was a huge stress inducer, so she probably felt the need to wear more often. Back in college, she only wore maybe once or twice a week. She also had Dan, though, who cared for her and used to be her daddy, more so than he ever was her boyfriend. Even when they were broken up, there were times he would come over and take care of her. It was a special place in her life. But, she was ready to explore more of herself. She thought about Jonathan and smirked a little bit. She couldn’t help but be a little bit curious, even though she told herself she wouldn’t. When she finished with her bottle, she grabbed one of her favorite stuffed animals and held onto it as she continued to watch TV. It wasn’t long though before the need to wet overcame her, and she felt herself letting go in her diaper. She pressed her fingers upon it, feeling the wetness upon the diaper, with truthfully turned her on a little bit. Although this lifestyle was somewhat comforting to her, at times, it also could become sexual. She got up and headed into her bedroom, reaching into her nightstand to pull out a small, but powerful vibrator. She headed back into the living room, as she spread her legs, pressing the vibrator against her wet diaper, turning it on full power. She began to moan, as it vibrated against her clit, causing pleasure to spread across her body. She bit her lip as she began to move her hips, pressing even harder. The mixture between the vibrator and the wet diaper was a perfect pair in helping her orgasm. Once she was finished, she cleaned up the vibrator and placed it back, before taking off her rather soaked diaper and jumping into the shower. Once she was cleaned up, she bagged up the used diaper twice, deciding just to take it to the trash as she didn’t want to stink up the place. However, as soon as she began to make her way to the trashcan, she spotted Jonathan, her cheeks reddened a little bit. “Hey,” he said with a friendly wave. “Hello,” she said with a smile, “we need to stop meeting like this.” “Haha yeah, we do,” he said with a little laugh, “well, goodnight.” “Goodnight.” She then dashed to the dumpster and disposed of her secret before she made it back into her apartment. She then made her way into her room and under her covers, wanting to get enough sleep since tomorrow was her first day on the job. Her first day at her new job wasn’t as stressful as she thought it was going to be. She decided to wear a long blue dress that reached her knees, but she didn’t wear a diaper. She was working at an editing department. Most of it was filling out a lot of paperwork and just going over some things. She had a lot of studying to do, and she did shadow someone that was there for years. She got to mingle with some of her coworkers, and by the end of it, she felt like she found her place to be. “Did your first day go well?” Those words came from Jonathan as soon as she got out of her car; he was getting out at the same time. Out of all their neighbors, they sure ran into each other more and more. The two of them began to have a conversation as they headed up to their rooms. “It went well,” she said with a smile, “there is a lot to learn still, but I enjoyed the environment.” “That’s good,” he said. “I’m sure you’ll do great.” “How is school going for you?” “It’s going,” he said with a nod of his head, “lots of homework and studying. Between that and a job, not much time to do anything else.” “Haha, I’m sure.” She said. “Your poor girlfriend probably misses you.” “I don’t have a girlfriend…” he said as he looked down for a second. “Oh?” She said with a smile as she lingered by the door for a moment, fumbling with her keys. “That is surprising. You’re pretty cute. Well, goodnight.” With that, she shut the door behind her. At that point, she didn’t want to do much. She grabbed a quick dinner, watched some TV, and then crawled into bed and fell asleep. Amid her sleep, Laura had a dream about Jonathan, about him lying down on her lap on the couch as they watched TV, her fingers slowly trailing across his back, until…and the rest she couldn’t remember the next morning.

We had just graduated high school. We were on our day after graduation. We were partying like there was no tomorrow! There was just the 4 of us I felt lucky just to be invited. There was Tammie Grey, she was my friend and she was cute but I was more interested in her best friend Stephanie Bishop. Stephanie was beautiful, not only that but her dad was loaded, her family owned half of the Bishop's Valley where we lived the other guy was Roger Downing. Then me Tommy Victors. Roger was doing better with Stephanie than I ever could! He was much more handsome than I could ever muster. He was the quarterback, I was a kicker, he was 6 foot three I was 5 foot nine and he had won the gene pool. He was called Adonis, that was his nickname. He had good hair, good teeth, perfect nose, and the muscular body. To go with the looks. I had the curly hair that just looked frizzy if I let it go long. I had braces on my teeth up until a year ago., my smile looked good now, but nothing compared to Rogers. My nose was so upturned that if I went out in a rainstorm I could drown. Truthfully I looked like those pig people from that one Twilight Zone, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!" We were at Stephanie's mansion I had to admit there was a boatload of booze. I never found out why people drank the crap, to me it tasted nasty! Maybe I hadn't acquired a taste for it yet? I was still on my first drink and everybody else had surpassed me a half hour, fourty five minutes ago. Yeah they were well on their way to getting wasted. I was just trying not to get sick from the taste of the alcohol. Roger had already called me a lightweight! Making me feel even more embarrassed because Stephanie had laughed at me.because of it. Tammie was already getting to drunk to stand. I knew who the designated driver was now. I was the most sober of the three that didnt live there. I had put my glass down they were far enough gone they wouldn't realize I wasn't drinking. We were just sitting there when three guys rushed in they were wearing masks and had on those rubber gloves my mom wore to do dishes, they were made by playtex. They grabbed Stephanie, Roger was so far gone he started laughing he found it a joke. Tammie was asleep. I started fighting I grabbed the mask off one of the guys. So I would know who it was. I recognized the guy we had one family in town everybody knew was just no good, the Dawson's they were just bad. If you needed drugs at the high school, talk to the Dawson's if somebody was being bullied it was usually Dawson doing the bullying. I was hit from behind and I passed out or went unconscious I awoke a time later I don't know how much time later. My head ached something feirce. I looked and I was naked I was in an room, no disguising it it was a warehouse! I heard crying, it was a female it was Stephanie. "Stephanie you okay?" "No, my head hurts! Where the fuck are We?" "I think it's some warehouse!" I said. "What happened, why aren't we at my house? Why did you bring me here. Take me home please!" Said Stephanie. "Unfortunately I didnt bring you here, we were kidnapped!" "We? Sorry to say this Tommy but your family hasn't got much! I know why I'm here but why you?" I saw who kidnapped you they brought me because I know who it was who kidnapped you!" "Who was it?" She denanded? "Stephanie I don't think I had better tell you, if you knew it could be bad in the long run!" "I guess your right they might kill me if they know I know who they are, since you do won't they kill you?" "Probably? Guess you must of drank way too much Stephanie, you appear to have wet your bed!" "Yah I guess I did!" She said quietly.

Laying on your back sucking a baby bottle is a sure way to regress for me

Sorry, at 62 and not knowing of AB/DL until a few years ago, I was the only adult in the world who had these embarrassing infantile desires, broken, alone, fearing discovery. But the feelings helped with previous child trauma. Wow, what a difference it made discovering that i’m not as unique as I thought! Not only am I conquering my fear of discovery, but my understanding of myself has really took a step forward. I harm no one or harm myself. So what is the reason needed for a cure? The idea of “cure” is somewhat insulting. To be cured of what? To someone’s definition of “normal”? No thank you. I’m not DL, just AB, don’t spend a lot on diapers, only enough to enjoy the AB lifestyle, a break from the adult life I also love. There is room for both. No thanks, I don’t need fixing.

The only people that are going to say "yes" to this cure is either 1) they are still ashamed or feel guilty about their lifestyle or 2) they are incontient and rather not be. Anyone who enjoys the lifestyle and is comfortable with who they are and what they enjoy - would obviously say no to it.

Chapter Six and Seven can be found on my Patreon page! (Along with early access to my podcast and exclusive stories and artwork!) Also if you join the $10 tier, starting this Thursday, I'm going to post a weekly chapter of The Taboo Word in audio form! Thank you for all your support! Enjoy the story! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Chapter Five Laura ended up deciding to wear thick black leggings and a blue crop top. She didn’t wear a diaper, because it would have been too apparent in the tight pants. She looked at herself in the mirror before she grabbed her purse and walked out the door, knocking on Jonathan’s. He soon answered wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt. “I know I’m a bit earlier,” Laura said as she looked down at her phone at the time, “but just figured if you were ready to head to the movies now?” “Y-yeah, sure,” he said as he looked her over for a moment before blushing, closing the door behind him. “So, what movie did you want to see?” “I don’t care,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders, “why don’t you pick?” “Well, there is that one action movie that looked pretty cool,” she told him as they started to head down the stairs. “We don’t have to watch that,” he told her, “I know there is a romance one…” Laura stopped in her tracks and crossed her arms. “Are you assuming that I’m into romance because I’m a girl?” “Well, I mean…” Jonathan stuttered, trying to find the right answer. Laura let out a laugh and patted his shoulder. “I’m joking. I like romance movies, but I like action ones too,” she said with a smirk. “Oh, okay,” he said with a forced, awkward laugh. The two got in his car and drove the ten minutes to the theatre; there was mostly silence between them the entire time. “How has your week been?” She asked as they were about to pull into the parking lot. “Not too bad,” he said, “nothing too exciting. Yours? How is the job?” “I love it,” she said with a smile, “it’s cool, I’m finally starting to get the hang of it.” “That’s good,” he said as they got out of the car. He looked around and noticed a few people that stopped and stared at Laura as they walked into the building. She paid no attention to them as they walked over to the ticket booth and got the tickets. Jonathan paid, but Laura insisted then she buy the popcorn and drinks. They didn’t speak much before the movie started, and as they move went on, Laura was waiting for Jonathan to make some kind of move. She rested her hand uncomfortably on the armrest, giving him the perfect opportunity to hold her hand, but he never did. Part of her was a bit upset about it, but she pushed it aside, maybe he was just nervous? “That was great,” she said as the credits rolled, and they got up from their seats, “I’ll admit, I didn’t see that end coming.” “Yeah, it was pretty cool,” he said in a low voice. “Did you want to grab some dinner?” Laura asked him. “I’ll pay for myself.” “You don’t need to do that,” he said, “but yeah, sure, let’s eat; I am getting a bit hungry.” Laura looked at him; he was acting a bit distant than he usually did. Was he not enjoying himself? She didn’t ask, though, as they got in the car and sat in silence on the way to the restaurant. A few times, she opened her mouth to speak about the movie or anything else, but she stopped herself. She was a bit nervous about making a fool of herself. They got seated in a corner booth as the waiter gave them the menus. “I’ve never been here before,” Laura said as she opened up the menu and looked around. “It’s pretty decent food,” he told her, “especially for the price.” “Well, that’s always a good thing,” she said, “I’m having a good time.” “Me too,” he replied, but she wasn’t sure if she believed him or not. She didn’t press further as she returned to look at the menu to figure out exactly what she wanted. A few minutes later, the waiter returned, and they gave the orders. As they waited for their older, they made small talk, but it never led much to anywhere. Laura was very curious as to why he wasn’t as talkative as he was before. The time she ate dinner at his place, they had a million things to talk about. “How are school and work going?” Laura asked as she took a sip of her water. “It’s a bit tough,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders, “but I’m doing what I can.” “If you need any help,” Laura said with a smile, “I’ll be happy to help you out.” “Thank you,” he said as he shifted his weight in his chair, “so how was your visit with your friend.” “It went well,” she said, “it’s been a bit of a difficult move. Dan and I go way back, so it was nice to see a familiar face.” “Did you all ever date?” The question caught her off guard. “We used to date,” she admitted, “but it didn’t work out. We are only friends now.” “I see,” he said as he played with the straw in his drink. Before she could say anything more, though, their food had arrived, interrupting their conversation. She sighed as she decided to let it go and focus on the menu, it looked delicious! She ordered a chicken salad, but aside from fires on the side. “This is so good,” she said as she took a bite of the salad, “I’m not sure why they call this a salad….there is a bunch of things in here that is so not healthy.” “Yeah,” he said with a grin, “pretty much just threw some lettuce leaves in and doubled the price.” She let out a laugh. “That’s pretty much it!” The two of them finished their food, and he paid for the meal, though she insisted on leaving a tip. They made their way back to the car and the apartments. “That was fun,” Laura said, although she had a bad feeling about what had happened. “Yes, it was.” He said as they began to make their way up to the stairs. “I can’t wait to do it again.” “Again?” At this point, Laura was standing at the top of the stairs. She turned around and looked at him, who was a few steps below. “You don’t want too?” “I mean, we can hang out,” he said, “but to keep treating it like a date is a bit…” “Isn’t it a date?” “Do you pity me or something?” He asked her. “No? What are you talking about?” He closed his eyes and took and a deep breath before he began to walk up the stairs and past her, she didn’t move from her spot though. He took a few steps and turned around to look at her. “Your ex-boyfriend is super handsome, and I saw the way people were looking at you…and at me. If you’re just nice because you feel bad, well I don’t need it. Just because I don’t have a girlfriend, doesn’t mean I can’t get one.” Laura felt herself both getting angry and upset at his comment. “Is that what you think?” “Of course,” he said, “there is no way a girl like you would be attracted to me.” “You’re sitting here judging me?” She asked. “You know nothing about me. Just because Dan is my ex-boyfriend doesn’t mean he is my type. He is an ex after all.” Jonathan just stared at her but didn’t say a word. “You can ask him,” she said, “he teased me because he knew I liked you. I thought you were attractive, funny, and sweet, but only one of those things is true.” “Laura I – “ He started to say, but she held up her hand. “I don’t want to hear it,” Laura said, trying her best not to cry, “I got judged for my looks my entire life. Just because I may be ‘attractive’ doesn’t mean I don’t have other qualities. I thought you would understand it. But, I guess I was wrong.” She could feel tears in her eyes, but she wouldn’t let them fall. Jonathan opened his mouth to say something, but instead, just look toward the floor, his face filled with guilt. But it was too late by then. Laura was already walking past him and into her apartment and closing the door as hard as she could. She leaned up against it and felt a few tears run down her cheek. She felt like such an idiot.

Chapter 101.5 Jamie woke up in the middle of the night, not for any particular reason. He just rolled over and came back to consciousness. He was warm in the pajamas his big sister put him in for bed, and the covers were enough. The window was open just a bit, and he smelled the fresh night air of early autumn, cool after so many warm months. He looked around the ceiling from flat on his back, just the one pillow under his head. He rolled to his right, toward the wall, and took his second pillow, laying it alongside himself and putting his head back down. He sighed. He was tired, but just in the minute he’d been awake, he felt like he was starting all over again trying to fall back asleep. He checked his diaper and found himself dry. There was no reason for him to be uncomfortable or awake at such an hour. He rolled to his left, and there was Amanda, the slow and gentle rise and fall of her form telling him she was deep asleep. He looked down, and there was his faithful bear, almost a friend more than a pillow. Jamie sat up, scooted himself further up the bed, and rolled back to his left. As gently as he could, he lifted Amanda’s arm, trying not to wake her, and moved her just enough he could wiggle his way underneath, leaving her arm behind his shoulder. It was the best he could do, her being so big and him being so small. He scooted back down again, rolled to his left again, and lay on his side with his cheek on his sister’s shoulder and put his arm over her. Jamie felt the breeze through the barely open window, reached back down to his blankets, pulled them back up, put his arm across Amanda again, and sighed once more as he closed his eyes and snuggled in.