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Chapter 1 I lay on the ground, wet padding beneath my butt. A tap from my mother-in-law and I raise up, the soggy diaper replaced by a fresh new one. Having been changed, it’s straight into a white/pink lacey onesie with the words “Daddy’s Princess” stenciled across the front before being laid in my crib and given a bottle of warm milk. No doubt my wife, who was on a date with one of my co-workers was having the time of her life. If all went well for her, she’d bring him back here to sleep with him in our marital bed where my crib sat at the foot of later this evening. And just two weeks ago, my life was normal. We’d been fooling around like most newlywed couples do. Her mouth teasing me to the point I wasn’t sure what was happening anymore, all I wanted was sweet release. Apparently, that’s when she brought it up, her desire to dominate, though I don’t remember it I do recall saying that I’d do anything for my rapture. One thing we had agreed upon in this relationship is that when you promise something, you live up to it; and I had agreed to do whatever she said, hence my current predicament. It had started small, the first morning she had reminded me of our pact, and she suggested that I wear her silky panties to work. No big deal really, I mean who checks what underwear you have on when you get to the office? That night, she forbid me to use the bathroom from 6pm to 6am. How could I not have had an accident after that? And that’s when she introduced the diapers. A bit hesitant at first I went along with it on the promise of phenomenal sex later that day, and to her credit it surpassed my wildest dreams. From then on I was required to wear a diaper if I even wanted the chance to have sex that day. A week later and many great orgasms later I decided it wasn’t so bad, really. They crinkled a bit, but I was getting used to the feeling of warmth around my crotch midday. That’s when she forbid me to change myself. She, or someone she trusted, would have to tend to my needs and for the first couple of days she was more than eager to provide a happy return each time she untaped my sodden underwear. Since I didn’t have to mess myself, I decided I could live with it. And that’s how I got to be in my current predicament. Two days ago she invited her mother over for dinner, after which she instructed me to remove my pants and watched as her mom wiped the urine from my body before taping another diaper to my waist. Laughing, my wife went out leaving me at the mercy of my mother-in-law who sent me to bed long before the sun went down. By the next morning I couldn’t hold it anymore and deposited the first load into my pants. When my wife changed me that morning, she decided that if I had the control of a baby perhaps I should sleep in the bed of one too. My co-worker, who happens to be a recreational woodworker came over that afternoon to build my new bed spending more time flirting with my wife then assembling my crib. After laughing as he watched my soggy pants get changed he was more than happy to satisfy my wife’s needs as I lay locked in the wooden fortress he constructed for me. I tried desperately to bring myself to bliss at the sounds of my wife cumming but the thick padding around my waist foiled my efforts. The next day my co-worker was the one to provide a new diaper at lunch with the added benefit of a hollow plug in my bottom so I wouldn’t be able to control my poop. Humiliated but aroused, he drove us both to my house where he picked up my wife and I was left in the care of her mother which brings us back to the beginning of this story. Laying in my crib, nipple of my bottle between my lips I couldn’t help but wonder what my life had come to. I had tried resisting once, my ass still stung from the paddling I’d gotten, just the thought of it made me slink back down to my blankie. No matter what happened from here on out, without question, my wife was my superior and I her diaper slave.

Chapter IV Once home, Jenna sat on the couch and waited for Cassy to interrogate her about what had happened. But Cassy did none of that, she got home after Jenna and went straight to the kitchen. She was there for a couple of minutes, and when she came back she had two glasses of water. “I think we can have our girls' night here,” said Cassy “I’ll order something while you take a warm shower, mom. You need it” Without hesitation, Jenna stood up and left the living room. She took half an hour on the bath, just trying to forget the incident and the warm sensation she had felt on her crotch as it happened. It was nothing, I’m no freak, she kept repeating through the shower, but no matter how many times she told herself that, part of her knew it wasn’t true. She came out of the shower, put some clothes and was met by Cassy in the living room. There was pizza, the tv was on, and her daughter was smiling at her kindly. “Pizza and beer night,” said Cassy. “What are we watching?” Asked Jenna. “Well, the new Mulan movie is on, and as everyone says is terrible we can watch the original” “Count me in” They sat and watched the movie as they drank and ate. After that one, Jenna picked a chick-flick about a girl going to Ireland on the leap year, and the night went on and on, until they both fell asleep on the couch. Jenna woke up first, she was happy, or at least she was until she realized that her clothes were wet again. Not only that, but to make matters worse the couch was wet too. Cassy was going to find out, and there was nothing she could about it. She kept her eyes closed as she felt Cassy waking up. “Morning…” Cassy paused “Mom?” Jenna pretended to sleep. “Mom wake up” “What?” said Jenna, still pretending to be asleep. “Mom, the couch is wet. Did, did you pee?” “What? No way” said Jenna indignant. Jenna couldn’t pretend to be asleep anymore. She stood up and noticed the damage that had caused her bedwetting. She began sobbing again. “I-I’m sorry cassy. I think it was the beer. I shouldn’t have drink that much” “It 's okay mom. It’s just an accident. Go get a shower. You need one. I’ll deal with it and go to work after” Jenna nodded. She thought that Cassy was going to freak out, but instead her daughter was being far more mature than her about her problem. Another thing Cassy was better than her at. Anyway, she thought, a shower and then back to work. She didn’t want to, but with Cassy being only a kindergarten teacher she was the only one bringing money to the house. not like they needed much money, but it was the only thing that kept her from being depressed all day. After the shower, Jenna took her things and went to work. “Good morning, sweety” said Linda as Jenna reached her office. “Good morning, Linda” “The bathroom is working today,” said Linda. “Ah, thank you” said Jenna, blushing and going straight to her office. “By the way, she’s here today” said Lind “And doesn’t look happy” “She never does. Does she?” “Touche” The rest of the day went as normal. As if nothing had happened the day before, or that very same night. Jenna actually felt as if things were going to improve. That was until after lunch. as on many other days she only ate a salad, the more green the better was her motto. But after that, when she was going to do her usual after-lunch business, she was cornered by the one person she has been avoiding lately. “What the fuck does this means?” asked an angry young woman holding a couple of files. Not now, thought Jenna, she really needed to go. “Mr. Tanner called me. He’s firing us because he needed you yesterday and you never returned his calls. That’s half a million dollars you just made us lose. What kind of inconpetent are you?” “I-I’m sorry, Mary. It was a mistake. I’ll call Tanner. This can be fixed” said Jenna, looking down, her bowels were bursting now. “Fix it, or you won’t have to come to work tomorrow. I swear you are just what’s wrong with this company. I hope my father finally realizes that he cannot have people like you in here. Once I’m…” but she paused. Jenna let out a loud wet-fart. “What the…” said the woman. Another one, this one, was not just a fart. Just like the previous day Jenna felt as an almost-liquid mass filled her underwear and pants. She began crying, loudly, the kind of crying that only a baby would make. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hey guys! Chapters 5 and 6 are already up on Patreon, as well as new chapters of the Officer's Babygirl. More stories will be added this week, and if I get to my goal I will began writing them daily. https://www.patreon.com/esmeeABDL Remember the first 5 patrons get a story for them for just 5$ a month. Anything you like form ABDL to BDSM.

I love the way she gently baits and coaxes him into the incontinence trap. The beauty is how she managed to give subtle positive reinforcement to all the things he already likes to do but he’s scared to carry on just because they would have consequences hard to reverse. Giving him “free nights” and then using them to demonstrate him how now diapers are necessary is priceless.

Whenever we go camping for a weekend my Daddy likes to keep me in diapers. It really isn't that big a deal.

If you've been reading this story, we have a fancy new 'part one' and the story will continue from the end of that to a first chapter of part two. If you haven't been reading this story, welcome, please enjoy a story that I'm very happy with and feel a deep attachment to the characters in. It is my sincerest hope that I can maintain this story to be enjoyable and interesting for however long it goes but if I can't, let me know if I start to dip in quality. Chaotic Infantile By: The Unknown Author Part One Family Chapter One A Night With The Girls “Why do we have to play this dumb game?!” Petra whined. The other girls seated around the dining room table nodded and voiced their agreements all at once, prompting me to raise my hand beside my head and bring my index finger to my lips, bringing instant quiet to the dining room and a satisfied smile to my lips. “Because I had to move my game night with my friends to stay here and babysit you lot.” I told Petra as I opened the box in front of me. Petra scoffed and brushed her black hair out of her face, her earlier play session knocking her pigtails askew. “We’re not actually babies, Zack.” she sneered. “You probably stayed so you could see a bunch of cute girls in diapers.” she added, getting blushes and giggles from the other girls. She was my wife first and my baby girl second, but the more I saw her dressed down in her infantile regalia, the harder it became to not inject the Daddy side of my personality into our every day life. When we’d met she was straightforward about her little side, laying all her cards out on the table before we’d even had a first date, and it was that bold fearlessness that drew me to her, but then she showed me how submissive she could be and that juxtaposition drove me absolutely wild. In all fairness, she wasn’t entirely wrong, I didn’t need to stay home and watch them, they were all grown women, but these same grown women had managed to stain several pieces of furniture with grape jelly from peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and somehow lose a dirty diaper that we didn’t find until three days later, turns out it had “magically” wound up behind the dryer, so needless to say I’d been very insistent with “adult” supervision on this gathering. “First of all, you know the rules about what to call me when you’re little.” I warned, eyeing her as I unpacked the box. She blushed and picked her pacifier up from where it dangled from the front of her pastel purple onesie and put it into her mouth. “Sowwy, Daddy.” she said through the thick bulb of her pacifier, scowling at her friends as they giggled at her being chastised in front of them. “Secondly, as much as I love my friends and my weekly game night, I think I actually do prefer watching you girls, but why shouldn’t I get the best of both worlds?” I asked, looking at the other three girls seated around the table, smiling warmly at them. Ducky, Petra’s oldest and dearest friend smiled back at me. Her name was Deandra, but she’d gotten the nickname “Ducky” years before I’d met Petra when they were feeding ducks at the park and Deandra had thrown a piece of bread too short to go in the water and gone to retrieve it from the grass when a great big goose had flapped it’s wings at her and scared her so bad she farted, making a sound like a duck quacking. Ducky was the same age as Petra and they’d known each other since birth, more or less, they lived two doors down from each other all through school and had gotten an apartment together after graduation, they’d experimented with a more romantic relationship for a time, but ultimately settled on being “Sisters from different misters”. “Unka Zack, what’s dis game about?” Ducky asked, slipping effortlessly into her little girl voice, something I would never get used to hearing coming from a grown woman, no matter how cute it sounded. Ducky was adorable in every conceivable way, her features tiny to match her slight frame, her Asian and African American heritage blessing her with flawless skin the color of caramel with almond eyes that sparkled green of all colors. Petra had established early on that Ducky was her “hall pass”, the one person she could sleep with that wouldn’t result in any negative reaction from me, and in return for my acceptance of this arrangement, Ducky offered herself to me with the same agreement she and Petra had, and we’d all agreed that that was acceptable, though I’d yet to cash that offer in, I wasn’t opposed to doing so in the slightest. I shook my head. “Not just yet, Ducky, I need to get everything set up before I explain the rules.” I told her calmly, watching over the top of my glasses as she picked up her bottle from the table and began to suck down the strong alcoholic concoction within. Illiana, the oldest of the group by a year or two shifted on her seat, her diaper crinkling beneath her tutu as she leaned forward and reached out for one of the dice on the table. I lightly smacked the top of her hand and wagged my finger in the air in front of me to admonish her further. “Not yet, sweetie.” I told her. She’d yanked her hand back as if she’d touched something burning hot and held it against her chest as she looked at me with her big, pitiful looking blue eyes, her bottom lip protruding in a childish pout. Petra and Illiana had met at the gym a few years ago and had hit it off in the sauna, somehow getting on the subject of kinks and lo and behold, another baby joined the party. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think Petra had some kind of innate ability to seduce women into being adult babies given how many of her friends had show up at our house over the years with distinct bulges beneath their pants, any doubt to the nature of such a bulge being removed a short time later when they were brought to me for a diaper change alongside Petra herself. “Is it a hard game?” Rochelle asked. I’d met Rochelle exactly two hours earlier when she’d shown up at the front door, diaper bag slung over her shoulder, doubled up pink, princess adorned diapers straining against the fabric of her sunny yellow onesie. She was smaller and younger than both Ducky and Petra, so much so that I’d whispered my concern about the legality of her presence to Petra just after she’d arrived. Her dark skin made the brightness of her onesie pop as she sat at the end of the table, on a makeshift booster seat I’d had to rig up for her using a few books from my office/study, her lovely hair done up into twin puffs on either side of the top of her head. I smirked. “It’s probably much too hard for babies like yourselves, but we’ll make it work.” I told her. With the box empty and my Dungeon Master screen set up in front of me I looked out at the girls around the table, at least one of them was wet, the hint of ammonia beneath the mixing scents of baby powder and the booze in their bottle giving me pause. “Before we begin, does anyone need a change?” I asked. Ducky’s hand went up first, a proud smile plastered on her face, then Illiana’s, much lower and more sheepish, Petra shook her head and continued sucking her pacifier while Rochelle chewed her bottom lip nervously. “Not yet.” she said softly. Ducky, who was seated next to the girl giggled. “I fink she’s twyin’ to go poopy, Unka Zack!” she declared. I cleared my throat to keep my own laugh from escaping. “Rochelle, is that true?” I asked. Rochelle avoided looking at me and shrugged her shoulders as she looked down at the table. Standing up, I made my way over to her and knelt down beside her chair. “It’s okay if you are.” I told her. “Believe me, every one of these girls has given me a stinky diaper to change.” I said reassuringly. “Right, girls?” I asked the group. Ducky nodded. “I fink Petwa holds her poopies for a whole month just to make the biggest, stinkiest poopy she can!” she said, giggling wildly at her own statement. Petra crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared at Ducky. “Shut up, Ducky, everyone knows you poop the most!” she spat, her pacifier falling from her mouth. “Petra!” I said, my Daddy voice cutting through Ducky’s giggles like a knife through butter. “You know better than to tell people to shut up, apologize to Ducky.” I commanded. “But Daddy, she-” she started to whine. I stood up and looked at her for a moment. “Sorry, Ducky.” she said quietly. “What are you sorry for?” I asked. She sighed. “I’m sorry I told you to shut up, Ducky.” she corrected herself. “Good girl.” I praised. “Now, Ducky, you apologize for saying something mean to Petra.” I told Ducky. Ducky nodded obediently. “I’m sorry I told a fib about you, Petra.” she said, keeping her little voice but dropping the baby talk. Illiana tugged at my shirt. “Mister Klein?” she asked softly. I turned and looked down at her. “Zack, Illiana, please call me Zack.” I told her. She’d been coming over to our house regularly for over a year now and still insisted on being formal when she addressed me, it was endearing, but it made me feel like she wasn’t at ease which made me feel like I shouldn’t be at ease. “Zack,” she corrected, as though this was new information she’d just learned, “I think I might also need to do a number two.” she admitted. I nodded. “Okay, pregame time!” I said with a clap of my hands. “Everyone in the living room!” I declared, watching as each girl slid from her chair and crinkled her way to the living room, Ducky and Rochelle opting to crawl while Petra and Illiana toddled ahead of them. With all four of them gathered on the rug in the center of the living room I took a seat on the couch in front of them and leaned back with my arms stretched across the top of the couch. “The rules are simple, the first one of you to make a poopie gets an advantage in the other game while the last one to make a poopie gets a disadvantage.” I explained. Illiana raised her hand politely, waiting for me to approve her question before she asked it. “What will the advantage and disadvantage be?” she asked. I shook my head. “That’s a surprise.” I told her. “Now, everyone get into whatever position you need to.” I said, watching Petra get down on all fours, Ducky get up into a squat from her crawling position, Illiana bending her knees slightly, and Rochelle laying flat on her back with her feet in her hands looking every bit the infant she was playing. “GO!” I called out. The room filled with the sound of tiny grunts and strains that gradually built into muffled toots from each girl at one point or another until Ducky leapt up from her squatted position a short time later. “I winned, Unka Zack!” she cheered. I sat forward on the couch and pulled her to me with my hands on her hips, turning her around so I could pull back the top of her diaper and peek inside. “Ducky is the winner!” I declared, giving the lump in her seat a gentle congratulatory pat. Rochelle was the next to present herself for inspection and the next to assure she wasn’t going to lose the game, getting the same pat on the butt that Ducky had, producing a nervous giggle from the girl as she went to stand near Ducky. Illiana sighed loudly and walked bowlegged to me, cementing Petra as the loser once I’d finished my inspection and patted Illiana’s bottom toward the winner’s circle. “I’m sorry, baby, but you lose.” I told Petra as I stood up and walked over to her. She was starting to cry, she tended to do that when she lost games, especially when she lost games she was playing when she was little. “It’s not fair, Daddy!” she whined. I sighed and knelt down, scooping her up from the floor and hugging her tightly. “You had the same opportunity that everyone else had, sweetie.” I told her. She pouted and buried her face into my chest. “Maybe we need to put you to bed?” I asked rhetorically, knowing she’d snap out of her fake sorrow at the mere mention of being put to bed. She jerked back and shook her head. “No, please, Daddy!” she pleaded. I kissed the tip of her nose and patted her bottom softly. “Okay, no bed, but I do expect you to be ready for a change by the time I finish with these other little stinkers.” I told her. She nodded eagerly. “I will, Daddy!” she agreed, her body tensing up in my arms as she resumed her attempts to fill her diaper. ********** Nearly forty-five minutes later we were all back at the table, each girl had a fresh diaper and was dressed in her pajamas. Illiana was wearing a two piece sleep set made of soft cloth, the shirt and pants colored a soft pink and adorned all over with little images of sweets and ice creams. Rochelle was in a yellow footed sleeper that perfectly matched the onesie she’d arrived in, tucked away in her diaper bag for safe keeping. Ducky’s choice of pajamas was also one piece but had a hood that, when pulled on top of her head made her look like a panda bear, while Petra wore her fancy princess pajamas that looked like someone had mixed an elegant princess dress with a baby’s sleeper, it had ruffles and frills and was a lovely blue color that made her eyes sparkle. All of the girls were nursing their bottles of mixed drinks, some stronger than others for obvious reasons, but all were well on their way to various degrees of buzzed or outright drunk. “As the winner, Ducky gets an advantage in our game, and that advantage is that she’s the leader of the party.” I explained as I slid a premade character sheet down the table to the panda bear, watching her beam proudly as she picked it up and began reading it. “As the leader, she has an ability that forces each of your characters to consult her before making a choice and should she tell you no, you’ll be unable to do that thing.” I continued. “Like a Mommy?” Rochelle asked softly. I smiled and nodded. “That’s right, Rochelle, just like a Mommy!” I praised her warmly. “Can I tell everyone what to do?!” Ducky asked excitedly. I stifled a chuckle. “I suppose you could,” I said, putting emphasis on the last word, “but what if they don’t like being told what to do and leave the party?” I asked. She thought for a moment, her lips pressing down on her slightly protruding tongue, “I’d spank them if they tried to leave!” she declared. “I guess we’ll have to see how that goes for you.” I told her. “Now, because you didn’t win, Petra, your disadvantage is that you will be playing as the Bard, and your instrument of choice is the washboard.” I told her, sliding a character sheet in front of her. Petra looked down at the paper and then up at me. “Daddy, no!” she whined. I nodded. “I’m afraid so, baby.” I told her. She pouted and sullenly nursed her bottle. “What’s a Bard?” Rochelle asked. “It’s a person that plays music that helps the group,” I told her, “they sing songs that can make everyone stronger or make enemies weaker, things like that.” I explained. “But a washboard sounds so bad!” Petra whined. I nodded. “That’s why it’s a disadvantage, sweetie.” I told her, reaching over to gently stroke her hair. I slid the remaining character sheets to Illiana and Rochelle. “How about you all introduce yourselves to the rest of the party and we can begin?” I offered, looking to Illiana to begin. She picked up her character sheet. “I am Esta Reyqirelle, an Elven Ranger from a small forest village looking for adventure as well as treasure to aid my village’s struggling economy.” she read. “Umm, I have a panther familiar named Calla and she’s been my loyal companion since I rescued her as a cub from poachers.” she added. I nodded and looked to Rochelle who sat up on her perch of books. “I am Shilky, a Gnome Rogue!” she proudly proclaimed. “I grew up in a traveling circus and honed my thieving skills on the patrons that came to our shows, I’ve grown bored of the small jobs and am looking for a great challenge to test my abilities.” she concluded. Ducky didn’t even wait for me to look to her, but launched right into reading her own character sheet. “I am Naydri, a Half-Orc Barbarian!” she bellowed. “I rule my party with an iron fist and command respect and obedience from all that serve under me! I’m a veteran of countless battles and I seek to prove that no living being can match my awesome power!” she read excitedly, giggling cutely once she’d finished. Petra continued pouting as I looked to her. “It’s your turn, baby.” I urged. She shook her head. “I don’t wanna play if I hafta be a stinky, stupid Bard!” she whined. I sighed. “I guess we should put you to bed after all.” I said, moving to stand up. She sighed heavily and grabbed her character sheet. “I am Rosamund Day, a Human Bard.” she read in a monotone voice. “With my trusty washboard, I perform songs that are meant to aid my companions but the intricacies and complexities of the washboard sometimes fail to produce the desired effects.” she continued. “I seek to hone my skills on the field of battle and in the most dire of situations to become the greatest, if not most unconventional, Bard of all time.” she finished, tossing her character sheet onto the table with a petulant grumble. I patted the top of her head softly. “Try and get that attitude under control before we start or you’ll be playing from the corner with a red bottom, baby.” I warned lovingly. I cleared my throat. “I am your Dungeon Master, ladies!” I bellowed majestically. “I make the game and the rules and will guide you on your quest, testing you with traps and monsters, enemies and friends and we will see if you have what it takes to discover what lies “Below The Raven Queen's Garden” I said, throwing a dramatic cackle in for good measure. “How do we play?” Rochelle asked. “It’s like make believe, you pretend to be your character and interact with people and things within the world and I guide you and move the story forward until you win,” I explained. “Or die.” I added ominously. Everyone nodded their understanding and I began to read. “The carriage jostled and bumped along the dirt path carved out in the dense forest, four strangers and a panther seated within, having only recently disclosed their names and intentions to the rest of the group, they sit in silence as they travel to their destination.” “Bard, play me a song to pass the time!” Ducky commanded, a silly grin on her face as she looked at the still pouting Petra. Petra glared at her. “How do I play a song?” she asked me. “Just like you would in the real world.” I told her. She sighed. “I pick up my spoons and run them over the surface of my washboard to play a song for Ducky.” she said. “Naydri!” Ducky forcefully corrected. Petra scowled. “I play a song for Naydri.” she corrected. “Does the song have words?” I asked. Petra rolled her eyes and began to make up words to her song. “Four friends in a carriage, bouncing up and down,” she said, a smirk coming to her face, “if we check Naydri’s underpants, we’ll probably find them brown.” she finished, suppressing a mischievous giggle. Ducky pounded the table with her fist making each of the girls jump in their seats. “You dare to mock the mighty Naydri, Bard?!” she howled. “I do.” Petra told her, sticking her tongue out at Ducky. Ducky growled. “I’ll see your hind end tanned by my hand before this carriage ride is done!” she threatened. “The carriage suddenly jerks wildly to the right, careening off the path and coming to an abrupt stop as the sounds of gruff voices can be heard approaching from somewhere up the road.” I said. Rochelle fidgeted nervously in her seat. “I don’t think I like the sound of that.” she said quietly. “Fear not, Gnome, Naydri will keep your tiny body safe with her mighty sword!” Ducky declared. “Outside, the sounds of many feet and voices can be heard, their words indecipherable, but the menace and ill intent are all too clear.” I told them. Illiana sat forward. “I pull out my bow and kick the door of the carriage open, slipping out with Calla following close behind as I move to put the carriage between myself and our attackers.” she said. “With a cautious glance around the side of the carriage, Esta spies half a dozen Kobold, small, reptilian like creatures approaching with spears and bows and daggers at the ready.” I explained. “I barge out of the carriage and rush the stupid little creatures, roaring threats loudly to frighten them away.” Ducky explained. I smirked. “Roll the twenty sided dice, please, Ducky.” I said. She picked up the dice and rolled it, producing a five that she shared with the table. “Kobold’s don’t speak your language, so you get an automatic minus five to the check.” I explain. “The Kobold’s stare at you and then attack, saying things to one another that you can’t understand.” I told her. Ducky gritted her teeth. “I would like to murder them.” she said grimly. Rochelle cleared her throat. “I sneak out the small door in the roof of the carriage and climb down between the horses and into the trees to get around behind the Kobold’s.” she said. Petra giggled. “I scoot to the end of the carriage and play my washboard to drive them away with the awful sound.” she said. The battle commenced, Naydri slaughtered two of the more well armed Kobold’s while Shilky came up behind one of the archers and dispatched him with her daggers. Esta and Calla handled one archer and an enraged Kobold holding his ears to block the sounds from Rosamund’s washboard respectively while a single Kobold ran off into the forest at the sight of his comrades deaths. “We did it!” Rochelle cheered happily. I nodded. “With the threat dispatched, our heroes find themselves with some distance between their broken down carriage and their previous destination, but a gap in the trees shows the spires of a great castle off in the distance.” I told them. “We should check out the castle.” Illiana said. Ducky nodded. “I agree, we shouldn’t be out in the woods after dark, that Kobold could return to silence our terrible Bard for good.” she said. “Though I’m sure he’d run once he smelled the mess she made in her trousers.” she teased. “I did not!” Petra yelled, causing the other girls to giggle. Rochelle set her now empty bottle down. “It’s okay, Rosamund, I was scared too.” she said reassuringly. Petra glowered at her. “I’m going to learn a song that makes you all poop your pants and then we’ll see who’s laughing.” she threatened. “With the sun slowly sinking in the sky, you all begin your journey to the castle, the trek providing ample time to continue getting to know one another and work on being a more cooperative and kinder team.” I said, looking at Ducky specifically. “I’m hungry!” Petra whined. The other girls nodded in agreement. “Alright, we’ll take a break and get some food in those tummies and then we’ll see what mysteries the castle holds.” I said as I stood up and went to the kitchen to make a few of the frozen pizzas we’d bought for the night. A shuffling and crinkling caught my attention, finding Ducky standing in the doorway. “Are you mad at me for teasing Petra, Unka Zack?” she asked. I shook my head as I turned the oven on to preheat. “No, but if you keep pushing her she’s going to end up getting herself in trouble and having to go to bed.” I explained. “You don’t want her to be punished on your girl’s night, right?” I asked. She shook her head. “No, but I want her to play the game right.” she said. I went to her and picked her up, supporting her bottom with my thick forearms as she wrapped her legs around me and hugged me. “Sweetie, there’s no right or wrong way to play this game.” I told her. “It’s a make believe adventure and you all can play however you want to, but Petra would probably play better if you didn’t tease her so much.” I explained. She nodded and leaned back to look at me. “I’ll be nicer to her.” she told me. I hugged her and patted her back softly. “Good girl.” I told her before setting her down. “Why don’t you go see who needs more party juice, okay?” I asked. As I watched her scurry out of the kitchen I smiled, happy that I’d smoothed over the building tension that would’ve ended with a tantrum and at least one spanking and early bedtime, and curious as to what these girls were going to do when they saw the things I had in store for them. To Be Continued…

I've been reading these stories for a while now, and lately I've been kept awake by an idea that won't leave me alone. It's been a long time since I've written anything, so constructive criticism is welcome. So far I only have the opening written. I was hoping for some feedback before continuing. Also, please forgive me dear readers, but as a writer, I tend to be very cruel before I can be kind. Damaged Goods Richard Carson was aimlessly driving, as he often did when he was upset with himself. Although he was driving somewhat fast, he wasn’t being reckless. There was no way he wanted to get pulled over. Not in the mood he was in. He was absolutely furious with himself. Once again, he got fired for losing his temper on the job. Once again, he let someone he worked with get to him. Even though he had only slammed out the back door and hit the dumpster by the loading dock, he had been seen and reported to HR. He had been brought in for a meeting and told he was being let go. The company had a zerotolerance policy on any kind of violence in the workplace. He knew it, and still hadn’t been able to control the outburst. Now as he drove down the highway, he was trying to decide what to do. Part of him wanted to find a secluded spot and slit his wrist. Another part wanted to stop somewhere and just beat himself silly. The rational part, that just wanted to go home and cool off, was overwhelmed and buried by the other parts. The brilliant flash of purple light in front of the car barely registered before he hit it. Suddenly, it felt like thousands of volts of electricity were racing through and around his body. He only had time to think “Wha...” before losing consciousness. While he was out cold, the energy of the portal he went through killed the engine of the car and lucky for Richard, also killed most of the car’s momentum. As a result, he hit the tree on the other side at a much less lethal 15 mph rather than the 70 mph he had been going. ----------- Elena Westing was working in her garden when she heard a loud thud from the front of the house. Startled, she headed toward the sound. “What could that be?” She thought. When she got to the front of the house, she couldn’t believe what she saw. It looked like a half-sized car had run into one of her trees. Looking around, she didn’t see any other people or vehicles. “This has to be a prank” She thought as she went to the unusual car. “I didn’t hear a car engine or brakes squealing.” There was very little damage to it so apparently it hadn’t been going very fast. Opening the driver’s side door, she found an unconscious Little behind the wheel. Once again, she looked around to see if someone was playing a prank on her. After all, who ever heard of Littles driving a car, let alone one small enough for them. Seeing no one, she moved closer to check on the Little. He seemed relatively unhurt save for being out cold. She carefully pulled him from the car and laid him on the ground. The more she examined him, the more confused she got. He was wearing adult style clothes. Upon stripping him, she found he wasn’t wearing any diapers. She also found that he had a couple of tattoos. That meant he had to be a Portal Little. No native Little would be allowed to go anywhere without diapers, let alone have tattoos. She couldn’t believe her luck. She had wanted to get her daughter a pet to teach her how to be responsible, but refused to spend the kind of money that one would cost. This was perfect. She never did believe that Littles were people. To her they were no better than any other primate. With this one, she had the perfect pet for Lily. But first she had to get him out of sight. Tossing his clothes into the car, she quickly picked him up and brought him inside. Locking him in the downstairs bathroom, she returned outside. Looking in the car she saw that it was just like a regular car just smaller. She put it in neutral and pushed it into the shed in back of the house. While there, she grabbed a dog crate that had been left there by the previous owners. After setting it up in the guest room, she went to check on their new pet.

I'm interested in hearing others' stories about how you made the decision to start wearing diapers 24/7 and how you went about letting the relevant people know. I've been 24/7 for about two years now, I kind of didn't think it through that hard, I just sort of decided one day that I didn't want to wear underwear anymore, and that was that. I told my mom that same day that I was now in diapers for IBS (which is partially true; my flare-ups are few and far between) and she just sort of said okay. I haven't explicitly told any of my other family members, but my sister knows because she walked in on me in the shower once and saw my diaper sitting on the counter top, and she went bedsheet shopping with me a few weeks ago and sort of without saying anything, casually tossed a plastic mattress protector into the cart. So tell me your stories; how did you end up making the decision to go 24/7 and how did you execute it?

I slowly inched my way to the podium when they called my name. My legs trembled beneath me so much I feared for a split second I wouldn’t make it. I had been coached all afternoon on what to say and how to say it. I had to appear strong and unafraid. “The defense can smell fear.” Mr. Montgomery, the district attorney, had said. I only half believed he was joking. I wondered how strong I would appear if I fainted from nerves before I even gave my testimony. “Answer only what you’re asked; don’t volunteer information. Sit up straight and give your answers confidently. If you don’t remember a date or event say, ‘I don’t recall,’ not ‘I don’t remember.’’ “I don’t recall’ means at the moment you’re not sure, but it could come back to you at any time.” There was so much I was supposed to remember I didn’t think I could. All those medication names and side effects, most of which I couldn’t pronounce even if I read them off a slip of paper. They were kidding themselves if they thought I could “recall” any of this stuff off the top of my head. In truth, I had spent the last three years trying to bury the events of the past. When I somehow miraculously managed to get to the front of the courtroom on my own two feet, I placed one hand on the bible and the other in the air. “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help me God?” “I do.” My dry mouth made it sound more like a croak than any intelligible words, but the bailiff seemed satisfied. He led me into what seemed like a box and I took my seat. The microphone was positioned about two feet taller than where I sat, and I struggled not to focus on how many people were waiting on me as I fiddled with it. “Are you ready?” The judge asked. “Yes,” I squeaked. I knew I didn’t sound very convincing. “Your honor.” I threw out at the last minute. I could see Mr. Montgomery give me a smile and a thumbs up. “Please state your name for the record.” “Eliza Anne Thompson, sir.” “How old are you, Eliza?” “Fifteen, sir.” The lawyers began to talk amongst themselves, before one of them, a tall slender man with brown peppered hair stepped forward from the defense side. “Are we ready to begin?” The judge asked. “Yes, your honor.” “Then you may proceed.” “Eliza, may I ask how you came to know the defendant, Miss Debrah Marie Martnif?” “Yes.” “How do you know Miss Martnif?” “We were next door neighbors.” I replied. Her name ringing in my ears made my stomach do flip flops in revulsion. I briefly surveyed my surroundings wondering if there was a trashcan nearby in case I got sick. I spotted one by my feet to the left of me. I must not be the only one concerned about losing their lunch. I mentally thanked myself for skipping lunch. And breakfast. And the previous night's dinner. “How long have you been next door neighbors?” “Since 1999.” “Since 1999? And you know that as a fact?” “Yes.” “What year were you born, Eliza?” “2005.” “So you know, for a fact, she lived there for six years before you were even born?” I bit down on the inside of my lip as I tried to calm myself. I didn’t like the condescending tone in his voice. Mr. Montgomery warned me not to take anything personally. “Yes.” “Have you seen with your own eyes the deed to the property?” “No.” “How about a renters agreement?” “No.” “Then how do you know for sure when they moved in?” “My parents told me.” I said, before taking a sip of water from the glass on the podium. It was hard to talk with my mouth and throat so dry. I was trying to sound confident, but my cracking voice gave me away. The defense attorney laughed. “Oh, your parents told you, did they?” “Yes.” “And like a good little girl you believe everything your parents tell you?” “N-no, I mean yes, I mean. . . “ The defense attorney laughed again along with a quarter of the courtroom. “Oh to be a naive kid again. Well, according to the renters agreement I have here, Miss Debbrah Martnif moved into the house in the summer of ‘97 not ‘99.” Wow, I was a whopping 2 years off. I struggled to keep a straight face and not let my skepticism show. “So i’m sorry to burst your bubble of innocence, but your parents aren't always right.” I looked at him in his fancy suit and tie feeling dumbfounded. I was fifteen. A teenager. Of course I didn’t think my parents were always right. “Which brings me to my point.” He went on pacing back and forth before stopping and looking me dead in the eyes. “If your parents are wrong about this, then I wonder what other preconceived notions your parents filled your head with?” I sucked in a lung full of air. Mr. Montgomery nodded in my direction. It was now or never. “That she was a kind and caring woman who was down on her luck.” “That’s what your parents told you?” “Yes” “And was she?” “At first.” “What changed?” “I found out what she really was.” “And what was she, Eliza?” For the first time since the trial started I gathered all my strength and looked directly at Debbie, sitting with her lawyers. We made eye contact and she smirked up at me. “A monster.” ………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. It was October of 2017, and my parents decided to travel to Europe for a month leaving behind my younger sister and I. To most twelve year olds, this action was on par to high treason. I had begged, pleaded, cried, bit, spat, thrown tantrums and any other attention seeking behavior I could think of. I was never the most well behaved child to begin with, but being told my sister and I would be left in the care of our neighbor Debbie for an entire month had sent me into a destructive tail spin. I had nothing against the woman, she was an icon in our neighborhood and her fundraisers had even been featured several times on the local news. People revered her for her struggles and her strength to get through them. They held her up to almost god status. If she asked you to jump, you asked, “how high?” If she said she needed her gutters cleaned, men formed a team and emptied those gutters, along with washing her car, mowing her lawn, trimming the trees, planting flowers, and fixing a leak in the roof. There were no ulterior motives either. Yes, she was a widow, but she wasn’t Miss America or anything. People just genuinely wanted to help. When the family first moved in, years before I was even born, There was Debbie, her husband Paul, and her two sons, Jackson and James. I never knew Jackson, who was a good nine years older than me, but I'm told he was really sick for a long time. I don’t know the name of the illness he had, but it left him permanently bound in a wheelchair. As he got older, the disease progressed faster until it left him practically a vegetable. When he died at the age of nineteen, I vaguely remember bringing them a casserole with my family. I don’t know why my mother felt the need to rub salt in their wounds by presenting them with her cooking, but it’s tradition I guess. James on the other hand, was only a year older than me and had been my closest friend at one time. We’d spend the summers over at each other's houses and play in his large backyard in the trees. We’d pretend to get lost in the jungle and made up our own secret and primitive language to communicate with the “locals”, Aka the neighbors cat and the occasional grasshopper. We’d click our tongues together to signal whether the path up ahead was safe, or dangerous. One click for yes, and two for no. Sometime’s the indigionous wild tribes we’d stumble across meant us harm and we’d tap out a secret rhythm, that sounded suspiciously like the theme song to “What’s New Scooby Doo” on the nearest object to signal to our comrades behind us to back away slowly as we did the same. When it was time for lunch, Debbie would call us back with a wild howl like a wolf and James and I would traverse the wild jungle once again in search of substance. We’d drag ourselves to the picnic table, telling tales of how we barely escaped with our lives from the invisible army of tribesmen along the back wall with their spears still clutched in their hands. We’d tell Debbie how we hadn’t eaten for days and how we thought we’d never see civilization again. I had really enjoyed my afternoons over there. It was amazing that even while caring for Jackson full time, Debbie always had time to indulge us in our little made up games and make us lunch. Bad luck seemed to curse that family though. After Jackson had died when I was around seven or eight, it had only taken two years for Paul to follow suit. He had suffered a heart attack and gone peacefully in his sleep. This is when James' behaviour towards me had started to change. He was no longer the happy kid I remembered him to be. He grew cynical and criticized all of my ideas. I’d often come home in tears and soon we grew apart. By the time I was ten I had heard the terrible news. James had begun showing symptoms of the same disease that had taken his older brother. My parents commented on how terrible it must be for Debbie. She had already lost a child and her husband, now the only surviving relative looked as if he might suffer the same slow and painful death. The neighborhood had rallied together to raise funds for her for James treatment when it looked like she might be evicted. There were bake sales, yardsales, car washes, movie nights, anything anyone could come up with to help the struggling broken family. Together they had managed to raise her $15,000. That’s when she ended up on the news. No matter what travesty happened though, she always managed to keep her head up and a smile on her face. That’s why so many people seemed to admire her and I was one of them. It wasn’t that I didn’t like Debbie, but rather I don’t know how to explain it. Something didn’t feel right. The issue had never been Debbie at all that made me dread my stay. It was seeing James. No longer the fun spirited boy I once knew, but a prisoner to a disease I couldn’t possibly understand. My heart broke for him on the occasions I’d see him in his adult stroller getting loaded into the minivan her church had given her to help transport him. No longer able to climb the trees he once loved, instead he just sat there staring off into the distance. I begged my mom one more time to let me stay anywhere else as we pulled our belongings out the front door. “I don’t want to hear it.” my mom said. “We’re paying her twice the amount of anyone else to watch you.” “Why? I don’t even want to go there!” “Because she could really use the money, and we need a babysitter. It’s a win win.” “Why not just give her money and let me stay somewhere else?” “Because sometimes adults don’t want things just handed to them.” she explained. “Sometimes it feels better to earn an income than it does getting it for free.” I scrunched up my face in confusion. “I love getting things for free.” “You’re a kid. It’s different as an adult.” “Free stuff!” my little sister Lily chimed in. She was only four. “Ugh, why is Lily’s bag so heavy?” I groaned as I hoisted it up the curb. “Are you sure you’re not just leaving us there and running away forever?” “Oops, you caught me.” “Don’t joke like that!” I had never been one to show affection, hugs and kisses from mom and dad were for little kids, and I prided myself on my tough exterior. Now the sudden fear of being abandoned made me want to hug my mom and even put up with her kisses if it meant not being left here. I had always been a rowdy tom boy, my sister on the other hand was a princess. We were complete opposites. The only conclusion I could come up with was that Lily was adopted and my mother faked her pregnancy. “It’s the bag of pull ups and diapers that are so heavy.” My mom said while a plastic princess potty was tucked under one arm. “She’s going to be in diapers until highschool.” I said. There was one thing my sister and I did have in common though. We were stubborn. If there was something we didn’t want to do, we put our foot down and wouldn’t budge. Potty training hadn’t been on Lily’s priority list it seemed, despite already being four. We had just finally managed to get her into pull ups instead of diapers, but when my mom had commented the other night about how leaving might make her backslide, I was pissed. They already treated me like Lily’s live-in babysitter. This was the fifth time we had managed to get her into pull-ups but it felt like something as simple as a cold, a change in schedule, or a shift in the wind made her regress. Guess who got stuck with 75% of the work when I got home from school. Me. If my mom and dad were leaving knowing full well it was going to make Lily go back to diapers again, they could deal with the consequences. I was done. “Please behave yourself.” my mom said before she set everything down to ring the doorbell. I rolled my eyes. “I’m serious, I don’t want you giving this poor woman any attitude. She has enough to deal with without your snark.” Was my mom trying to pick a fight because it sounded to me like she was trying to pick a fight. I was already in a foul mood at being forced to come here and here she was trying to twist the knife. She quickly plastered on a fake smile as Debbie answered the door, who beckoned us in with an equally cheesy grin. We set all our stuff by the door, three full suitcases, and followed her around the house. It was a little different than I remembered, but not by much. Some of the appliances had been upgraded, there was no longer a bathtub but a walk in shower, and the porch and backyard had ramps. I took a moment to admire the large flat screen television in the living room, that definitely hadn’t been there the last time I had been over. I remembered sitting with James on the carpet watching cartoons after school on their old bulky Sony television from the 90’s that sat in the hutch. I used to give him a hard time because it still had a VCR connected to it instead of a Dvd player. I didn’t really understand how strapped for cash they were with Jackson’s medical bills. I had only seen his brother a handful of times, despite this place once having been a second home to me. He had been bedridden, and his room had been strictly off limits. I sat on the leather couch, another new addition, and surveyed my new prison while my mom and Lily stood in the hall talking. “If she gives you any trouble feel free to smack her.” I heard my mom say. I thought they were talking about Lily, until I heard Debbie’s response. “I can’t imagine her being any trouble. She was always so well behaved and such a delight to have around.” My mom let out a bark of laughter. “That was pre-hormones.” That seemed to be all she needed to explain for Debbie to understand because that’s all my mom had to say about me before rattling off Lily’s schedule. I had almost completely zoned out before I heard my mom say, “Don’t worry about changing diapers, Eliza can take care of all that.” Before I could stop myself, I was on my feet and storming over to set the record straight. “I am not changing Lily’s diapers!” My mother glared at me, but I held my ground. “What’s the point of hiring a babysitter if you still expect me to do all the work?” “Eliza!” my mother hissed. “I’m so sorry, Debbie, like I said, if she mouths off, you have my permission to punish her however you think is best. I’m sure it won’t come to that though because her attitude is going to stop. This. Instant. Isn’t it?” She finished her last sentence glaring daggers at me. “It’s not a problem.” Debbie replied, raising and lowering her hands to try and calm us down. “Of course I don’t expect you to change diapers, sweetie.” She told me. I relaxed almost at once. “She won’t even need pull-ups by the time you pick her up.” I doubted that, but I appreciated her optimistic demeanor. My mom also looked skeptical. “We’ve been trying all year, but…” My mom trailed off. There had been talk of getting Lily tested for autism. My mom had said Lily was a little slower than other kids her age, but I had nothing to compare her to. Lily was just Lily to me. Debbie still insisted she could handle it. When I watched my mom leave, my insides were a convoluted mess of emotions which fought each other for dominance. I didn’t know whether to celebrate or break down and cry. I was angry, hurt, happy and depressed all at once. I realized I must have been staring at the front door longer than necessary when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “A month will pass in no time, sweetie. You’re going to have so much fun you won’t even notice they’re gone.” She leaned down to whisper in my ear, and my face scrunched in pain and confusion as I felt fingernails digging into my shoulder blades. “Now I know you won’t be giving me any trouble this month, will you?” Her voice was no longer sweet and syrupy. I swallowed and sucked in my breath. “No.” “No, what?” “No, ma’am.” “That’s what I like to hear.” All at once the pain and pressure in my shoulders dissipated, and her voice returned to its normal upbeat and chipper tone. “Now why don’t you be the sweet girl I remember and take your sister outback and play.”

Four men went on a sailboat for a six hour tour (inflation right). The boat was bathroom limited, err, there was nothing in it. One man was in trouble for going to the bathroom before getting on the boat and being late. One man brought what he called his portable toilet, but the others did not know he had it. One man didn't have anything. One man had Northshore GoSupreme in his bag. He thought he should of put it on when he was in his car before leaving the dock, as his bladder was feeling like it should be relieved. But said "No, I've done this before and can handle a full bladder". At the dock, Northshore man saw a police boat waving hello as they pass by. He had not seen them before. He used to just go over the side when out in the ocean, though most boats had facilities. This boat was only 18' and had only sixteen square feet of cubby space in which to sit upright in. Big enough for two adults to sit uright facing each other, yet bit enough to sleep four though. Once late man arrived, we quickly left. The sails were put up and "we're sailing". About an hour later, it seemed like the wind was building and internal pressure too. About two and a half hours into the trip the Northshore man thought, "I should of put it on". About an hour later as they were passing a marina, the man with the toilet joked about going to a marina, but said there was nothing there. The late man said it'd be interesting just to buy a soda. The Northshore man almost spoke up and said he could use the toilet. Before he knew it the boat was turning away from the marina. About thirty minutes later, the Northshore man said I gotta either pee over the side, which he has done before or put my Go on somehow. The boat was on a lake, so maybe someone with binoculars could see. He completely forgot about the police. The man who didn't have anything suddenly went to the bow of the boat and sat down. The Northshore man said now is my time and stated, "I'm going to put on a different shirt". He was going below to put his Go on even though the cabin was very small and fully visible from the cockpit. He put his back up against the back wall and pulled his shorts off and put it on. He put on a different shirt and got up. It took him a while to start to relax, but listening to the water slapping the site of the boat and motion helped. He felt the warm liquid start to go to one side, but somehow it managed to stay inside his Go. He relaxed his stomach a couple of times to start to get the tension back to normal levels. After about 20 minutes, the man from the bow came back and sat down. At first it looked like he had some wave splashes on his dark navy and black pants. But it was heavily concentrated by his crotch. The Northshore man, said to himself, "oh my god how awful". Did he fall asleep? Did he just do it to relive some pressure? I don't think the man knew, why was he not covering it up? Portable and nothing man did not need anything. They must of been camels. Nortshore man was happy he did not go over the side, the police suddenly were driving by. The Northshore man continued to relax and have a better experience, but there is not many places to support your back, so he just stood and relaxed as the feeling came up. The man with wet pants put his arms over his legs to cover up the wet spot. Oh, gee, how awful. After some time, it appeared to be drying. As they were getting back to the marina, the man who had wet spot somehow got the helm and as the sail was coming down, he gunned it. Maybe he was not familiar with the throttle, but it's pretty clearly marked. Maybe he wanted to get to dock as quickly as possible and stop the humiliation. Suddenly they were headed right for a dock! Fortunately, he turned in time and avoided it. After the boat was closed up, the man with wet spots continued to hide his wet spot and it was getting less noticeable. The Northshore man though very tired was just happy and relieved. The Northshore man said his goodbyes and started home. Northshore man got home and all showered into a fresh Go for his next adventure.

I want to share a brief story with you all. A story about how I ended up diapered today by my girlfriend. Before I start, a bit of a digression. It's kind of strange to be a twenty something male and find yourself swaddled in medical looking pampers, I know. They crinkle and rustle if I try to covertly re-position the semi-erection that lives inside. These underwear make me a little too loud to do that. Trouble is, I haven't had much release in weeks. Let's start from the beginning. Rebecca and I met on a dating app after a few successful online dates. Things went pretty well at first. I hoped I'd be able to tell her one of my deepest secrets--that I like to wear diapers. I don't like to feel humiliated about it, I hoped she would simply indulge me from time to time. At most, she'd permit that I slide into one at night while nestled beside her, breathing in the natural scent of her long dark hair. It didn't work out like that. One afternoon she was out with her family for dinner, so it felt like it was a safe time to indulge one of life's simple pleasures. I slid on my disposable pants and a shirt before sitting down to play a nice role-playing video game. I was a masculine looking orc wielding a sword in the game--a skinny and gentle character with noodle arms in real life. I felt pee warm my butt on and off as the day rolled on, thinking nothing of it. Then, my Bexie Becca pulls up in the driveway. I thought it was a delivery driver. Big mistake. I was sitting on the floor like a child, totally immersed in my game, when I spotted her feet beside me. I jumped, and almost surely peed a little without meaning to. "You're in a diaper?!" she cried. "Why? Can't go to the toilet while you play your game?" I looked around anxiously for a second, feeling myself pee a little more through waves of fright. I had no idea what to say or how to face her. Just this morning I had seen her bottom in bed beside me in a plain pair of undies. I was sure that was going to be the last time. And tonight she'd offered to pay for a much needed grocery run. All of this after offering me some of the most kind and genuine emotional support I had ever received. I was beginning to cry before I knew it. She knelt down beside me and put her arm around me. "No--hey. Don't cry," she cooed, rubbing my back. We hugged. "I just don't want to lose you--I really like y-you." I sniffled. "It's okay, I'm not mad at you, I still like you--we're still friends, it's fine." She reassured. "Friends?" I began. "You don't want to break up with me, do you?" "No way! But there's going to be a few new rules I think." "Like what?" She looked dreamily up for a moment, her eyes darted from side to side, searching. "Hmm..." "I don't need to wear diapers or anything--" I blurted out quietly. "I think you do," she booped me on the nose. "Do you see how wet you are? You probably didn't notice--" "I noticed." I began, feeling uncertain. I paused for a moment in attempt to gather something that would convince her. All the while she stared at me curiously. "I like to wear them, that's all." "Well I know you like to wear them, you need to otherwise you'll get pee-pees everywhere," she teased. "Oh come on, it's not like that. I just like to use them sometimes--it's really relaxing and sensual." "I dunno..." She stood up and grabbed a game controller from the other side of the room and then plopped down beside me. I caught a glimpse of the waistband of her panties as she pulled her hair into a neat ponytail. "You wanna keep playing? I need to think for a bit..." "Okay, sure." I said, not feeling like I was in a position to argue. As we played I wanted to take my diaper off, but I didn't want to disturb the moment or bring her focus back to my soggy and padded bottom. She was apparently accepting this, for now. I couldn't complain, and I was still in a bit of shock from the incident. I played absentmindedly, and continued to dribble into my diaper when I needed to. About an hour later, she broke the silence by mooshing my very wet diaper with her hand. "This boy needs a change," she mused. "What? No--" "Let me get this straight," she said, looking me in the eyes intently. "First you say you don't need diapers, and then you sit in a dirty one in front of your girlfriend for an hour without getting up to change it?" There was a brief silence, broken by a slight hiss coming from my diaper. "While continuing to use it?" "I can change myself back into underwear after it's fine." I said quickly. "I said I had some rules for you, remember?" "Yea--" "Well here's rule one. When I want you in a diaper, you're going to be in one. It might be the case that you like to wear them, but, I'm not so sure. Even if I was, I'm not sure it's important." "What?! Why?" Alarm bells were beginning to ring in my head but they were silenced immediately after she began to speak. "Well you did use it pretty badly. Also if you like to wear them, I think it means you need them in a certain sense." She said. "Also, this is a pretty big thing, yeah? I'll accept your diaper wearing if you're willing to compromise. I have some needs too." I paused, trying to take in everything she'd said. "Okay." She continued without missing a beat. "So I need you to be settled in your little undies from time to time, as it suits me. Sometimes when we go out, I kind of wish you were in a diaper to be honest. You're always getting up to go to the washroom, even in the middle of the night. It wakes me up. Rather have my boyfriend's underpant be filled with pee than be woken up." "You mean I have to wear diapers to bed all the time?!" I began to raise my voice. "Calm, dear. Listen. You'll like it. You already enjoy wearing these, right?" She rubbed my wet diaper delicately, causing my sensitive area to twitch slightly. "I'll give you diaper-free nights too. It's not like it has to be all the time, compromise." "Well--okay," I replied. "Are there any more rules?" "There is another. You know I'm not often in the mood for sex. When you're in diapers, we might not play as much but don't worry, I'll still get you off." "Is that it?" "I think so, for now." "Well, I guess I can adjust." "You'll have to. I want you to run out later to grab some errands. I'll give you money, there's a bit of a long list." She stood up and hiked her leggings up so they were snug. "You're going to go there in a clean diaper. I need to change you." "Why can't I do it on my--" "Rule three." She said, looking down at me sitting on the floor. "Fine," I said, standing up beside her. "Change me now then, let's get this over with." "You think you can boss me around? You're the one with a wet diaper sagging between his legs." "Well--" I stood there, struck dumb. She'd really taken the wind out of my sails. She smiled, seeming to know this. Wordlessly I allowed her to take my hand and lead me to our bedroom. "Where are your diapers?" I pointed towards an end table I made with a door on it that lacked a doorknob. The perfect hiding place, at least until today. "Good." I watched as she produced one of my diapers from the breached hiding place. Laying me down, she began to change me and I didn't resist. "They sell this brand at the drugstore. That's great, you can get some more while you're out. Don't use the toilet while you're there--that's rule four... No toilets for you until I take you out of diapers." I wasn't sure how to feel about that last rule, I was shoved out the door in a state of mild shock, dressed in a usual sweater and jeans that hid well the pleasant but taboo underwear underneath. At least I was dry now, though it was raining outside. I rushed to the car and got ready to go. It felt weird to grab a bag of diapers for myself on my girlfriend's purse. I was starting to come around to the new arrangements, but that didn't last long. I found myself in a sodden diaper every morning for about two weeks. There I slept encased in my own pee while my lovely Becca was soundly asleep in thick cotton panties. I tried not to wake her as I wet myself silently beside her, with my arm still wrapped around her belly. I hadn't had any release in that time, aside from her rubbing my diaper. It didn't work very well at first, and I was dying for release. As the days rolled on her sensual touches became more and more precious, until I was like putty in her hands when she felt like rubbing me. I did finally get that release yesterday into my diaper, and I nearly passed out after it happened. Seeing and feeling Rebecca rubbing her yoga pants butt against my slightly soggy diaper was too much. Yesterday she decided it was going to be a diapers-free day. After weeks stewing in my own potty, it was pretty nice to finally be free of it. I didn't want to be in diapers that badly any longer, but she usually knows best. In the middle of the night I woke up to her telling me it's okay to have accidents. It took a minute or two for me to realize I'd peed the bed a little without my dependable diapers on. Today, I'm padded again. Not sure for how much longer. Rebecca says it's only for a few days. I just need to stay dry for four nights in a row. Today she rubbed her butt up against my diaper again. Before long I was shivering and shuddering in release. I leaned into her afterward as she sat beside me and felt another small flood beginning in my diaper as usual.

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I don’t wear a watch. On a similar topic, I don’t have any clocks in my nursery so I never really know what time it is while in my crib.

I have been successful at having a relaxed sphincter nearly always by not squeezing it. I feel myself wetting unconsciously without forcing it. The only conscious thought at first was “do not clench!”

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Hired Sissy X Baby care class I year ago. “Aww, do you really need to go? Jen, a gorgeous blond hair woman asked. “Sadly I do. My sister needs me.” Julia tells her best friend as they leave Paradise private College. “Well, at least it won’t be so bad, at least you will finally get to see your boyfriend again after 4 years.” Jen tells her before getting a smirk, “or do you prefer to call him daddy now?” Julia blushes and gets frantic, “You promised never to bring that up!” she shouted. Embarrassed that she told her one night after getting drunk. Jen just laughs. “And what about you? Still wanting revenge on the dork that ruined your life?” Julia asked. “You know it.” Gen tells her with an evil grin, “in just a few months everything will be ready.” “Well, I dont know what you're going to do, but be careful not to get caught,” Julia tells her. “When we get the chance, let’s meet up again and hang out.” **************** “You may now kiss the bride.” a preacher announces as both Mommy and Daddy kiss. The small gathering of 5 people cheered and clapped. I was in my special stroller and wearing a cute white dress mommy got me and was clapping before I started twitching and made my diapy sicky from the remote vibrator Mommy was playing with in her hand as the wedding was going on. Grandpa, or who I once called Dad, looked in the crib and saw my little goofy smile and just giggled. “Such a little cutie,” he says with a smile as Daddy came over. “Yes, she is.” Daddy replies with a smile. “Too bad your shit brother couldn't have been here to see this,” Grandpa said with a frown. “I can't believe that little bastard had you pay for his debt before running off.” That was the story Mommy and daddy told grandpa. As far as he knows Eric was long gone. Thanks to Mommy’s special diet she’s had me on, I’ve gotten even smaller and thinner than before. With my hair slightly longer and died a cute shade of purple, it was hard to recognize me if you didn't know what happened to me. As far as grandpa knows, im a mentally handicapped child, Mommy and Daddy adopted. I feel my toy buzz again and I look over to see Mommy talking to her mom. The wireless remote in her hand in plain view but only a few of us knew what it was for. Mommy’s mom was the only one who could make it to the wedding. Sadly her dad and Betty’s flight got canceled at the last minute and couldn’t make it. But thankfully mommy’s college friend and her baby could make it. They were so happy to see each other after so long. Once the little wedding was over and both grandpa and grandma were gone, Mommy brought her friend to meet me. “Aww, she looks so cute.” the lady said with a smile. “Im your auntie, Jen.” I play the part of the happy baby, hoping that once we get home, mommy would reward me for being such a good baby girl. In the middle of it, however, I let out a low moan as my body twitches again and my diapy gets more sticky “Aww did the sissy baby just cum? I would know that look anywhere.” Jen said with a smile. I was so engrossed with my happy orgasm, I didn’t even notice what she just said. “Thank you again for helping us train our little girl,” Mommy says. “No problem, my little sissy no longer needs a lot of it,” Jen tells mommy as they look at the little blond sissy in her stroller happily playing with some toys with a big grin on her face and missing two front teeth. “I also want to thank you so much for watching our little angle for the night,” Daddy tells Jen which catches my attention. “Its no problem. I think it will be nice to give my little sissy a playmate.” Jen tells them. “Just so you know, she gets a little cranky if she’s not milked enough in a day,” Mommy tells Jen as she hands over the remote to my plug. “Aww, you spoil her too much,” Jen says with a laugh. “Dont worry, she will have a lot of fun with me.” Mommy and daddy thanked her once again before kissing me on the cheek and leaving to speed a romantic night alone. Once they were gone Jen looks down at me in my stroller and smiles. “With mommy and daddy gone, its time for Aunty Jen to have some fun with you,” she tells me as she takes both strollers into a public resume and locks the door. “Ok sissy, use your diaper.” Sissy looked up at her mommy and flashed her toothy grin before forcing whatever she had into her diaper before looking relieved. “Such a good girl.” Jen phrases her little one. She takes her out of the stroller and places her on a changing bed and opens up her diaper. I was shocked when I saw that sissy wasn’t a girl, but a boy! Jen quickly removed the diaper and placed it off to the side before cleaning her baby girl and putting her into a fresh new diaper. She then sat Sissy on the ground and told her not to move while she got me. I was extremely nervous as this was the first time anyone other then my mommy or daddy has ever changed me. She strapped me into the table before going to get something from her bag. “Say aww,” Jen tells me as I open my mouth for Mommy's friends. Jen takes out a dick pacifier and puts it in my mouth before I could realize what it was and strapped it around my head. The dick filled my mouth and I began to freak out a little. “Your mommy and daddy spoil you too much,” Jen comments as she opens up my diaper and sees it full of cum. “They are still new to all this, but to keep a good sissy in line, you have to always remind them of punishments for if they ever become naughty.” With a light pop, Jen removed my vibrating butt plug and put it away. “No more buzz toys for you today.” She then threw away my cum filled diaper, but instead of getting a new one, she brought back Sissys used one! Forcibly taping that messy and wet diaper onto me! I began thrashing around and crying as it felt so grows! It wasn't mine! Why do I have to wear someone else's mess! “You best calm down, wouldn't want your diaper to leak and ruin your pretty dress. Mommy would be so mad." I suddenly stop moving as I think of mommy and how mad she would get. Jen took me off the changing table and placed me into Sissy’s stroller were I felt the mess spread and I became very frustrated and fussy as she strapped me in. including strapping my arms down. “Haven’t had to use this in a long time, but this will be fun,” Jen said as she popped a little cap off the front of my pacifier and attached a little hose to it. On the other end of the hose, Jen attached a large 128oz water bottle with yellow liquid inside. “Dont worry, it's just some lemonade flavoring to it.” The water gushed into my mouth, almost as if the dildo was peeing! I had to quickly drink or I fear I would suffocate and die! Thankfully she turned down the stream after a little bit and only a little was going into my mouth but I was still forced to drink it all. Sissy just giggled as she watched me. As if reliving pleasant memories. “Why dont we take a nice little stroll around the park before we head back to the hotel or the night,” Jen suggested as she put Sissy into my stroller and pushed us both along. This was my first time outside since becoming mommy’s baby girl. And it really frightened me to be back out here without her. I got a lot of coos and awes from people who saw us strolling around the park. I didn't want to be seen, I didn't want to be outside, I wanted to be with mommy and back in my nursery. I was sniveling and crying slightly during the walk, which only made people notice me even more. At least Sissy was having fun playing with her toys and waving at people as she got attention. “Momma, momma, hungie, hungie!” Sissy said after a while and turned to look at her mommy. “Ok sweetheart. Just one moment.” Jen stopped the strollers near a large forested area. As Jen searched the strollers for a little snack, I saw something that looked a little strange not far from us. Two women further into the tress that I could bearly make out. ****************(small cameo from Be good for mommy.) “Marylynn, I dont know about this,” Bobbi mumbled as they got their photoshoot ready. “Dont worry so much Bobbi, no one comes this far this late. Now hurry up, we need to hurry before it gets dark.” Marylynn says as she gets her camera ready. The two of them were ABDL product testers and reviewers. After testing, they liked to get some pictures of their products in action if they can. This time they were reviewing an ABDL Camping set. They already revered a lot of the stuff attached to it, but now they needed a few nice pictures of the added sandbox it came with and thought it would look better being used in the woods than their simple back yard. Bobbi whimpered and blushed a bit as she removed her jacket to reveal her tight camo onesie and the fluffy diaper she was waring. Bobbi got into the sandbox and began playing around while Marylynn took the pictures. Directing Bobbie to go into different poses to look either cute or sexy. Bobbi's last pose was of her facing the camera with most of her body down low and her bottom up in the air. She had gotten into the groove of things and was giving the camera a sexy face while wiggling her diaper. A sexy wolf whistle could be heard behind Bobby as her eyes get wide and she looks back to see Jen waving at them. “Looking good!” Jen shouts before turning and continuing to puss the strollers along the path. Both Bobbi and Marylynn began silently freaking out that they were just caught by some stranger and began to quickly pack up to leave. Jen on the other hand was trying hard to remember what web site she knows she’s seen them from. ************** My tummy was very full of water and my bladder was now filling fast. Mommy had taught me to just use my diapy whenever I needed to go, but I didn't want to pee in an already filled diaper and have it leak on the cute white dress mommy got me. It took everything I had to hold my now weekend blader just a little longer as auntie Jen brought us back to the hotel she rented. She had gotten a room as far away from other rooms as posable. Even paying a little extra for the privacy “You've been such a good girl Sissy,” Jen tells her baby girl as she takes her out of my stroller and sets her down. Sissy giggles as her mommy tickle her a little bit before running over to some toys she had and sitting on the floor in her wet diaper. “And you've been such a good girl too.” Aunty Jen says as she notices me shaking slightly and can tell I was trying to hold in my pee as much as posable. “Why dont we get you out of your messy diaper.” I wanted to yell that it wasn't my diapy, it was sissy’s but I knew I couldn't. I was just happy that I would finally be out of this diaper. Aunty Jen quickly took off my cute white dress, that thankfully didn't have a spot on it. She then leads me into the large bathroom. “Wait just a moment sweety. Im going to make this fun.” auntie Jen says with a smile as she leaves for a moment and comes back with a large backpack. The first thing she did was lay down a large pad on the floor. Then had me stand in the center. She removed my diaper and got me cleaned up while I was trying my hardest not to pee, but it was coming closer! “Your not a baby right now, you're a little kitty.” Aunty Jen says as she puts cat ears on my head. “If you want to cum before bedtime, show aunty how a kitty wets her pad.” I didn't know what was going on, I bearly understood what she was saying, but the mention of cum caught my attention as I squatted down with my hands on the ground. I moan through my pacifier as I start peeing on the kitty pad. My pee splashed on to the pad before being absorbed into the material “Such a good baby kitty.” Aunty gen says as she removes the gag from my mouth. She takes a black peen and then draws cat whiskers on my face all while im still peeing. It felt so weird peeing on the floor and not in my own diaper. I even wonder if my diaper could even hold this much liquid without leaking. When I was done, the entire pad was soaked and I was squatting in the middle of soaked up piss. “Such a good kitty.” Aunty Jen phrases me as she helps me off the pad and cleans off my hands and feet before cleaning up the soaked pad and throwing it into a large black trash bag that she tied up. “I think someone earned a reword.” L smile brightly as I couldn’t wait to be reworded! auntie Julia then pulled out a thin pull up with holes in it and a black onesie. She put me into the pull up first, but my little dick was handing out of it, and it felt like there was a hole in the back as well. The pullup wasn't meant to be used but it did feel more comfortable having some padding back on. Next was what looked like a black onesie with a tail on it. “Such a cute little black kitty,” auntie tells me with a smile on her face. “Now then, get on all fours like a kitty with your bum in the air and you will get your reward.” I smiled at the sound of that and did what I was told. Wondering just what toy she would use. Oh, I hope I get spanking! I felt her slide something into my butt and push it as far back as she could with her fingers. It felt like a buzz egg. I like them. “Oh sissy,” auntie called as Sissy came running into the bathroom, but was a little surprised to see what was going on. I wasn’t facing them and didn't know what was going on. auntie quickly took off her diaper and got her cleaned up before sticking a finger into Sissy's bum and got her little clit nice and hard. “Mommy is sorry she forgot Mr.BunBun, but Mis kitty here will more then be happy to play with you.” auntie told sissy. “Yay!” Sissy cheered as the ran over and grabbed my hips. “Huh? I questioned for a moment and wondered what was going on when I felt something small slip through the back holes and poke my butt before sliding into my ass! “Kitty kitty!” Sissy shouted happily as she continued to hump away. “S-sissy stop!” I sqweel as I try to crawl away but auntie stops me with a smack on the butt and starting up the egg toy in my ass on full blast. I let out a moan from the toy and the smack. I bearly even noticed sissy’s little ting in my ass as I instead focused on her hips pounding my ass like a light spanking. It wasn't as good as mommy fucking me, but it was nice and I could feel myself about to cum. “Mommy, im cumming, im cumming!” Sissy shouted. “Not inside. Turn to mommy.” auntie tells Sissy as she pulls out of my butt and turns to mommy holding out an empty bottle. One she has Sissy fill with her cum. “Now its Kitty’s turn.” auntie gives my bottom a few hard smacks and I cum instantly into another empty bottle auntie sat on the ground under me. “Such good girls.” auntie tells us as we pant a little from just cuming. Before I know it, Aunty has us both re-diapered and wrapped up in cozy blankets on the bed. We were like little burritos as auntie sat between us and started a movie. “Such good girls.” auntie Jen said as she gave us special bottles of chocolate milk mixed with our own little milk.

Chapter 5: Audrey I guess that little Allie’s brain smarts didn’t translate to street smarts. Anyone with half a brain who took a moment to look up would have seen the snare in place and known to avoid it, but poor Allie couldn’t see it. He was going to make such a cute and adorable little boy. But in order for that to happen, I needed to get to work. I went back downstairs to the kitchen and got out a two-liter bottle to prep Allie’s dinner. He was going to have a nice milky formula with some extra special laxatives, diuretics, and muscle relaxants in it. He’d come to know this as a bad-boy bottle. It tastes terrible, doesn’t fill you up, makes you feel bloated, and makes it difficult to sleep. In contrast, the good-boy bottle is sweet, tasty, filling, helps you sleep, and makes you feel great. Both bottles will make little Allie fill his diapers, but he won’t get to taste the good-boy bottle until he’s fully submitted to me and accepted that he’s a little baby boy. With the bottle ready, I went back upstairs to untie Allie and put him down for the night. He’d been suspended there for about a half hour when I returned with the bottle. Allie shuttered when he saw me. He was still struggling some against the rope which was surprising given how long he’d been suspended for. I set the bottle down in the nursery and got to work uniting Allie. I could see that Allie felt a sense of nervous relief as I untied him. He was clearly happy that I was letting him down from being suspended, but made nervous by my presence. That wasn’t an entirely bad thing for him to fear me at this stage. Ultimately, he’d need to take a more parental view of me and see that he could be cared for or punished depending on his behavior. I didn’t set him down on his feet and I kept his hands and feet tied as I cradle carried him into the punishment nursery. “I bet this naughty little baby boy is getting hungry. However, because you were naughty you have to drink from your pacie instead of getting your bubba. Also, I’m disappointed baby hasn’t gone pee pee in his diapie yet. But after his nighttime bottle that should change.” I then laid Allie down on the changing table and untapped his very thick, but dry diaper. I then lubed up a vibrating prostate massager and slid it into his ass. He shuttered as I slid it up his ass. However, what he didn’t know is that vibrator would be both his best friend and worst enemy. I taped him back into the thick diaper and laid him into his crib. Once he was safely in his crib, I untied him and handed him a teddy bear. He’d be allowed to have his teddy with him during most of his punishment sessions, so it’ll naturally become his self-soothing companion that he won’t be able to function anywhere without. I then put the bottle in a holder above the crib, attached a tube to it that ran down into the front of Allie’s pacie. From there, gravity and pressure would feed Allie a slow drip of formula for the next hour or so. I then left the nursery, closing and locking the door behind me. Returning to my bedroom, I got out my iPad to watch the live feed of Allie and got undressed preparing for my fun time to start. I got out my quality Hitachi wand and pulled up the controls for little Allie’s prostate massager. From the cameras I could see the expression on his face of disgust from being forced to drink the formula, but he stayed in the crib because of his fear of me. He’d likely also noticed the security cameras, so he knew he was being watched. As I rubbed my clit getting warmed up, I started Allie’s toy on the lowest intensity setting, pulsing at random intervals. I continued to rub myself nice and slowly as Allie started shuttering at each pule from his ass toy. Those good feelings combined with the nasty formula would make for quite the mindfuck. He wouldn’t know what to think and he would be stuck in a constant state of frustration. I’d make sure he didn’t cum and was slowly edged all night long. On top of that, the formula was going to force him to wet and mess his diaper very soon. He was then going to sit in that same mess till morning. Gosh, just thinking about the torture Allie was going to be in made me get so wet. I turned on my Hitachi wand and got down to business upping the settings on Allie’s toy and then lowering them; watching his frustration only grow more and more. Just because Allie was going to be frustrated, didn’t mean I had to be though. As the powerful vibrations grew on my clit, I could feel my muscles tighten. The more frustrated Allie got, the wetter I got. I then upped my wand to maximum power as I continued to edge Allie even more. He’d even started humping his teddy trying to get off. Granted, the bottle was gone now, so soon he’d be wetting and messing his diaper. As I got ready to cum, I saw the expression on Allie’s face change to horror as he couldn’t stop a huge wet mess from filling his diaper. He was such a helpless little baby who was totally under my control. It was the most empowering feeling ever. Taking men from high places and reducing them to nothing. I bumped my wand up to max power as my muscles powerfully tightened and then released all at once in a massive orgasm. It set off a massive chain orgasm that left me euphoric and curled up on my bed as little Allie curled into a ball and cried out of frustration and discomfort from his messy diaper. As I drifted off to sleep, little Allie was wide awake in a white diaper that’d turned yellow and brown with the vibrator still pulsating in a pattern designed to keep him as frustrated as possible.

Chapter 20 Over the course of human history, the fight or flight response has saved a great number of people; however, when your pants are at half mast it can work against you. Chelsea spun around causing the girl’s grip on her sweats to fail and them to fall and jumble at her feet. Unable to stop her momentum, the 21-year-old tripped over her own tangled feet, whiffed on her attempt to punch the girl and landed on her padded posterior. In short order the girl ripped the sweats the rest of the way off, taking them with her as she walked away and left Chelsea a sobbing mess. With her jeans in her locker, and the key to the locker in her sweatpants pocket it was going to be hard to hide her diapered state for very long. Ducking back into a stall and waiting for the noise in the locker room to die down as the rest of the girls presumably went to the court for class, the diapered girl crept out in search of something to cover herself. A squeak of surprise escaped her lips when she rounded the corner to find two girls still there, both turned at the noise. “Oh my god! What are you wearing?” the red-headed one laughed. Not to be outdone the blonde chimed in, “Aww. Poor baby. Did mommy forget to pack your gym clothes? Here, take these,” she threw a pair of tiny shorts in Chelsea’s direction. With little other option the diapered girl pulled the shorts up her legs as the two girls giggled their way to join class. The top of her crinkly underwear clearly visible, Chelsea sobbed and timidly followed behind lest she be tardy and get a zero for participation points on the day. A quick defeat (6-2, 6-1) seemed inevitable, the fact she had won a couple points courtesy of her partner double faulting on serves, only prolonged the torture. Skipping the locker room Chelsea began the long walk of shame home, her bike key and any money for bus fare still trapped in her locker. “Did you have a good day at school?” Brianna asked when Chelsea entered the house. Seeing what the girl was wearing, “You complained about me changing you at the pharmacy then go parading around town dressed like that? Hmm. No matter. Let’s get you a fresh diaper.” Change of her underwear complete, the 21-year-old asked, “Can you give me a ride to the athletic complex? I left some things in my locker.” “Sure thing, sweetie. But I suggest some more appropriate clothes first.” “You don’t have to be patronizing,” Chelsea stomped up the stairs, “I’m not a little fucking kid.” Returning downstairs with a proper pair of jeans and the spare key to her padlock found Brianna with bar of soap in hand. “No, you are not a little kid. In fact, you’re the oldest girl I’ve ever had to babysit, so forgive me if I say things to help take care of you. Open up.” An obligatory nine minutes later the pair were in Brianna’s car. Happily, there was no one around and Chelsea was able to retrieve her belongings without further incident. As she exited the building, she could feel for the first time in days, another exodus impending. Clamping a hand to her backside the 21-year-old did an about face and dashed into the nearest restroom, ripped off her diaper and had a successful trip to the potty. Finished she inspected the damage to her undergarment; all four tapes were torn. Disposing of the now useless diaper in the trash she returned to Brianna’s car and hoped she didn’t leak too much on the ride home. Before Chelsea had the chance to get in the car Brianna stopped her, “Did you make it in time?” “Yes,” the 21-year-old hissed trying to swat the 19-year-olds hands away. Pulling on the back of her charges shorts to check for herself and finding her protection missing, “I’m proud of you, but I don’t want you peeing on my seats. It’s a good thing I brought your diaper bag for this short trip.” “Please, no, you can’t.” Chelsea begged. Brianna pointed to the growing wet patch on the other girl’s shorts, “I think that suggests I definitely should. Come on.” Back in the locker room the babysitter commanded the older girl to lay down on a bench and began to unfold a fresh diaper. Realizing it was probably best to not fight and get this over with as quick as possible Chelsea complied. With the padding pulled up between her legs and shorts tugged back into place she survived another potential public embarrassment unscathed.

I have been long waiting for a wrestling ageplay story that isn't just WWE fanfiction.

Great beginning! I re read the other story and it’s a good one ! Very curious to see more of this one

I am really frustrated and defeated. I really love the idea of a total loss of control and releasing the last big hurdle. you all make it sound liberating and freeing. over the past 7 years, I have tried it multiple times. It never works for me. My body just refuses to let go. I tried it this evening and it resulted in 4 hours of cramping with minimal release. Waves of discomfort that if I pushed, I felt like I became nauseated. after 4 hours, and trying to sit on the toilet in the diaper. Plus nearly vomiting 3 times, I relented. The release was still horrendous but it was quick. my question is: does it or can it actually get better? Or should I just relent and understand that it’s just not something my body is prepared to do. I just feel like a failure at the moment

me. right now. part way through at the moment

I read a post that said someone had more than 16 ounces of baby formula and it made them have a messy accident. Does taking formula make you mess? If you could summarise the taste, is it nice? Would be kind of a thrill to take something you know is going to make you mess (sure, laxatives etc) but you don’t know when.

Sometimes risks pay off... and sometimes they don't. Wanting to kickstart Scott's second potty training leaves him in a pull-up instead of a nappy as they head out for a pub lunch with family friends. Will Scott make it through the meal successfully? --- 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-NINE 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 laid back as his mother removed his wet nappy. After so many nappy changes his embarrassment at being seen naked by his mother had waned though it was still an experience he wished he could stop. When the nappy was removed Deborah tore open the packet of pull-ups and took one out. “I think I can trust you to do this.” Deborah said with a condescending smile. Scott thought she looked like a mother giving a toddler confidence by asking him to do some easy and mundane task. Scott took the pull-up and immediately could feel the difference. Instead of the smooth plastic of the nappy his fingers felt a rougher surface. The sides were very elasticated and although it didn’t look like it would fit when he put his feet in it easily stretched to go over his waist. The padding was a lot smaller and after being in nappies exclusively for so long this much thinner pair of underpants felt very strange. The pull-ups hugged Scott’s crotch just as tightly as the nappies did and although it was much thinner it was still recognisably absorbent. Although Scott was able to put on his pull-up himself he still wasn’t allowed to dress himself. Deborah picked out Scott’s clothes and she went for a pair of white shorts and a pale red t-shirt. When Scott looked in the mirror he felt pleased that his underwear was completely hidden. “Right, I’ll be downstairs.” Deborah said, “Five minutes, OK? We don’t want to be late.” Scott nodded his head and watched his mum leave. He took a few minutes to compose and prepare himself for what lay ahead. Maybe his mother was right after all. Maybe being in pull-ups would make him more cognizant of his body’s needs. Scott was downstairs on time and the family headed out to the car in their usual way. Scott was in the middle seat as usual and had his brothers on either side of him. “I hear congratulations is in order.” Elliot said to Scott as he slid into his seat. He clapped Scott on the back, “I hear you’ve graduated to pull-ups.” “Scott a big boy?” Huw said loudly. “That remains to be seen.” Nick said, “Let’s hope so.” The journey was a short one and the family soon pulled into the car park of the pub. Scott was last out of the car as usual and as he stood up he immediately felt gravity put extra strain on his bladder. He raised his hand as his family walked away and was about to say he needed the toilet but it was already too late. A dribble of urine streamed into the pull-up where it was quickly absorbed. Scott blushed but it seemed like only a very small wetting. It was very possible no one would even realise it had happened, he had to make sure he concentrated harder to stop any more accidents happened. Scott swallowed hard and hurried after his family who were already opening the pub’s door. Scott was the last one into the pub and he saw his family already greeting their friends at a table in the corner. Scott started walking over and noticed the bathrooms were quite nearby, it seemed he would be given every chance to go to the toilet when he needed it. “Charlie! Donna! So good to see you both!” Deborah was hugging the family friends as everyone greeted each other. Scott was smiling as he walked over to say hello but at the last minute he realised that if these were the family friends they were seeing it meant… “Lyra, how are you? How’s school?” Deborah asked as she hugged the young woman. Scott’s mouth fell open as he saw Lyra walk over to the table with the drinks. It was the first time he saw her since the last day he had been at the youth centre. She was smiling as she placed the tray on the table. Scott ended up sat opposite her at the end of the table. “How have you been?” Lyra was smiling towards Scott. “I’m OK.” Scott replied quietly. He looked down at the table and pulled the last drink off of it. As conversation sprang up Scott started his drink. He had been ordered a coke and the fizzy drink tasted great compared to the milk he was so tired of. He finished the large glass very quickly. Lyra was still smiling at him as she sipped her drink and the two of them mostly ignored the conversation going on around the table. Once the first drinks were finished Lyra volunteered to get the next round. Scott received yet another coke which he started drinking soon afterwards. Everyone seemed to be having a good time when Huw suddenly interrupted the conversation. “I need the potty!” Huw loudly declared. Almost the exact moment that Huw started talking Scott felt the sodas catching up with him. His weakened bladder could barely even slow down the flow before he felt warmth spreading through the thin padding of the pull-up. Scott froze as he wet himself and prayed he didn’t leak, it felt like he was stretching the capacity to the limit. Scott was thankful that when he finished wetting his pull-up was still able to hold everything in. The padding felt like a sponge that had been pushed underwater. “Are you alright, Scott?” Lyra asked from across the table. She looked suspicious. “Oh, erm, yeah.” Scott replied. He managed a weak and unconvincing smile. Scott was glad that everyone was distracted as Deborah took Huw’s hand and led him towards the toilets. The little boy was grabbing the front of his pull-up as they disappeared into the toilets. Scott felt a wave of embarrassment that he hadn’t gone to the bathroom though asking to use the potty like Huw did would’ve killed him. All he could do was hope that they went home before the critical situation in his pants overflowed. A couple of minutes later Deborah returned with Huw. The little boy had a big smile on his face and proudly proclaimed that he had successfully used the toilet, Deborah couldn’t have looked happier. As the family and friends applauded and congratulated the toddler Lyra looked to the blushing Scott. “I hear you’re being potty trained as well.” Lyra said, “How’s that going?” Scott nearly choked in surprise as he looked up and around. Lyra’s parents were looking his way but didn’t seem all that surprised about what Lyra said. The young man looked at his parents with a face full of shock and hurt. “Of course they know.” Deborah said as if it was obvious, “They’re our best friends!” “Don’t worry.” Donna said with a hesitant smile, “We’re all cheering you on.” Scott wanted to die. It felt like everyone knew about his struggles and he started to wonder just how far the news had spread. He wondered if he picked up the local newspaper he would find his face on the front page. He felt like a freak being paraded in front of respectable people for their amusement. “So how’s it going?” Lyra asked. Her face showed no sign of disgust or malice, it seemed like she was genuinely interested. “It’s, erm, fine.” Scott muttered despite his shame. “Ha!” Deborah exclaimed as she took her seat, “You think this has gone fine, Scott?” Scott blushed and looked down. The loud announcement to everyone that Scott was not only having to go through potty training again but was failing it filled the young man with shame. He saw Lyra smiling sympathetically out of the corner of his eye whilst Elliot was giggling away to the side. It was only a few minutes later that Scott felt his bowels aching. The feeling came on very suddenly and he had to fight to stop himself just soiling his nappy as soon as he felt the need, an unfortunate habit gained by the constant nappy wearing. Scott only had a split-second to think about what to do and after all the talk of his failed potty training he desperately wanted to impress his parents. He didn’t have time for a second thought, he stood up suddenly and almost knocked his chair over. “I need the potty!” Scott exclaimed loudly. His hand went to the back of his shorts as if he were manually holding in the mess. It felt like a rerun of his failed dash to the potty at home only the stakes were even higher. Scott became aware that not only did the table in front of him fall silent but so did half the pub around him. He was already humiliated but he still had a chance to make it to the bathroom, he was practically hopping from one foot to the other like a toddler as his mum stood up again. “Come on.” Deborah said as she walked quickly past her oldest son. Scott took one step and then froze. He could feel a lump already emerging from his body and pushing against the back of the pull-up. He squeezed and tried desperately to stop it but it was impossible for him to do and the poop slid out easily until it dropped into the nappy. He knew people were looking his way and he wished there was something he could do but the overwhelming needs of his body was overtaking him. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Scott wailed as he squatted down in the middle of the pub and felt an explosion in his padding. Scott covered his face with his hands as he felt the slimy poop spreading out over his skin. He wanted to sink into the ground but the floor stayed unfortunately solid. Soiling himself was bad enough when he did it alone and had to ask for a change, doing it here in front of a pub full of people was mortifying. Just when Scott didn’t think thinks could get worse he felt his bladder relax and he wet himself yet again. The coke had clearly run through his body as he felt a fresh wave of pee warm his pull-up, the urine ran around the padding and Scott realised a lot of it wasn’t absorbing. He tried to stop or slow the flow but he couldn’t. To his horror he felt warmth running down his legs. “Oh my God…” Lyra’s soft voice broke the silence and her words felt like a dagger to Scott’s fragile ego. Scott looked down and through teary eyes he could see streaks of urine darkening his shorts and running down his legs. His shoes and the floor around him became wetter as the pee kept flowing. Scott could almost forget about the large load he had deposited in the back of his pull-up so distracted was he by the leaking. Scott wasn’t able to remain ignorant for long though as the smell of his crap soon started spreading around him like a toxic cloud. “Erm, that’s… Wow.” Donna was inevitably shocked but Scott could still hear her as she leaned across the table to mutter to Nick, “Does he do that a lot?” Scott was grateful that he didn’t hear the response but he could hear the exclamations of disgust as his stench spread further away from him. He could hear Elliot gagging as well as see customers moving away from the table they were all sat at. “Mummy!” Huw called out, “Scott did poo poo!” “Nick, could you gather our things, please.” Deborah said as she walked over to where Scott was standing. She looked at their friends, “I’m sorry, you’ll have to excuse us. I hope you understand.” “O-Of course.” Donna replied. Scott had tears running down his cheeks as he lifted his hand to be taken by his mum. He started following her toward the door and waddled awkwardly, the disaster in the back of his pull-up rubbed against him with each step and he was still dripping on to the carpet as he walked. He heard his step-dad walk up to the bar whilst Elliot carried Huw out. “I’m terribly sorry about this.” Nick apologised to the barman, “This should cover damages I hope.” Scott kept his eyes on the carpet. He couldn’t look up at all the people he was sure was watching him do the walk of shame. He didn’t even realise how bad he was making the air smell until they walked outside and the fresh air blew away the toxic smell of his dump. “Are we going to drive home like this?” Elliot asked with a clear tinge of disgust, “He stinks so bad!” “I’m afraid it’s the easiest thing to do.” Deborah replied though it was clear she wasn’t looking forwards to the trip, “It’s not a long journey.” “I’m sorry…” Scott muttered in between sobs. He hated how much he was inconveniencing everyone and he just wanted to go back to his room and never leave. Scott had never felt so uncomfortable in his life. The slippery mess rubbing against him acted like a lubricant causing the pull-up to slip on him. It felt like the poop was pushing up against the leg bands and it wasn’t long before Scott couldn’t work out where the poop ended and the wet started. His pull-up was like a swamp that he was sunk up to his waist in. The car door opened but Scott hesitated about getting in. He didn’t want to spread his accident any further than he already had. He didn’t look up at his mother but if he had he would’ve seen that she was out of patience. “For goodness sake!” Deborah exclaimed, “Come on.” Scott was pulled around to the opposite side of the car. The door was opened and he was left staring at Huw’s car seat, he suddenly realised what was about to happen but it was already too late to stop it. Scott was grabbed under each arm by Deborah who lifted her son up and into the car. Scott tensed up as he was lowered into the toddler car seat. The seat was too small for Scott but somehow or other he squeezed into the small space. His mom reached in and started fastening the harness across his chest. Scott let out a low whine as he felt himself sinking into the mud in his pull-up, the mess spread out and Scott was utterly unable to tell whether the integrity of the pull-up was holding. “Mum, ple-” Scott’s whining voice was quickly silenced when Deborah put her finger across his lips. “You’ve embarrassed us all today.” Deborah said crossly, “I don’t want to hear anything more from you today.” “Where will I sit?” Huw asked as he looked at Scott now strapped into his seat. “You can sit where Scott usually sits. Elliot, look after your little brother, OK?” Deborah said as the other kids climbed in. “Little brother?” Elliot muttered with a smirk, “Which one?” The humiliation and disrespect had piled on top of Scott and he finally felt it crushing him down. As the car pulled out of the car park and the air filled with his foul smell Scott finally surrendered to his emotions, his soft sobbing grew into a loud crying that served to further annoy everyone in the car. Scott was marched straight up to the bathroom by his mother without even having a chance to take his shoes off. He heard his step-father taking Elliot and Huw into the dining room for some drinks whilst he was led away like the black sheep of the family. All this embarrassment was compounded later in the week when Deborah dropped a fresh bombshell on Scott. Scott was in a wet nappy as usual and keeping to himself at the table when the conversation turned to the two padded boys’ toilet training. “Oh yes, Huw has some big news for us.” Deborah said with a proud smile, “Do you want to tell us your good news?” “I’m a big boy!” Huw loudly and proudly declared, “I’m wear a big boy pants!” Scott’s mouth dropped open as his baby brother proudly declared that he was now wearing regular underpants. The eighteen-year-old looked from Huw to his mother whilst everyone else cheered for Huw’s accomplishment. It was indeed impressive that the toddler had managed to master potty training so quickly but Scott felt a chill of panic run down his spine. “What about Scott?” Elliot asked. He was always happy to turn the spotlight on his older brother, “Does he have any news?” When everyone looked Scott’s way he ducked down and shook his head to say no. The only update he could give on his potty training was that it was a complete and miserable failure. Most of the time he was still too embarrassed to ask to use the potty and even when he built up the nerve or had the opportunity he inevitably ended up letting go in his nappy. “Unfortunately not.” Deborah said with a sigh, “School starts soon. We might have to start thinking about making arrangements for Scott to go in nappies.” Scott felt a terrible sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew school was coming and yet when his mum brought it up it felt so much closer. With his lack of toilet training nappies were an inevitability, the memory of his day out in pull-ups filled him with dread and he knew there was no way he could repeat that again. Scott excused himself from the table as soon as possible and when he started walking towards his room he felt a trickle of pee enter his already wet nappy. The humiliation of still being in nappies when his baby brother had graduated to proper underwear made Scott feel unwell. The thought that he was soon to start his final term at school was even scarier, he could only imagine what sort of pariah he would become if people found out what he was wearing. He already feared what Lyra might’ve told people, he had been hoping he could be out of nappies so he could deny it all but that was looking impossible.

There will be a sequel!

Nope not rude at all. We joke amongst each other all the time. Actually my buddy said he needed a few of my diapers cuz of his wife lol she then proceeded to tell an oops i crapped my pants story and we all had a good laugh. No need for situations to be awkward.....

I was thinking the same. Of course, when SashaButters is the name on the tin, I'm reasonably assured that I'll enjoy what's inside.

First of all im sad to say with youre diagnose going on Hormones is NOT a good idea (and if you do PLEASE do it under the supervision of a cert doc ) and DONT self medicate. Second to me its obvious youre in a deep depression and again if you feel this bad you NEED to try to get some help dear (im both Severely Suicidal , Anxiety ,Depression so belive me i know what im talking about) I also understand how hard & impossible it must feel it must feel right now BUT you CANT just give up you HAVE to keep fighting and DONT listen to that voice in youre head saying whats the use ? Common get it over with then you`l be free and happy ,take the plunch. Thats only youre depression playing mind games with you . Have you tried the net ? or even in here (feel free to Pm me if you want il be youre friend so youre not alone anymore ) You need to try to get youre feelings under control thats step one (you under HRT with this feelings will be train wreck TRUST me on this as you need to have 101 mental control when starting this and during as well or you will go nuts . The Hormones will mess even more with youre head and increase the mental problems you already have ) Youre ONLY 26 dear you have most of youre life ahead of you so DONT give up on it. Become homeless will NOT help you in any way shape or form so lets scratch that stupid idea at once shall we ? I understand things is rough for you (been there since i was born and still at it ) BUT theres only ONE person that can change this to the better and thats YOU ! and i KNOW you CAN do this BUT it WILL take allot of hard work from youre side and willingness to get better . I take it youre in US and sadly things are compleatly up and down there at the moment but it will get better dear . Its just a matter of finding a way to cope with this trying times .

That picture of beers looks so good ! Havent had a drop of alcohol in ten years !! I am a big lover of sound and I gotta have more bounce to the ounce !!

Well, that attempt at escape failed spectacularly. How many times will he attempt to fail before he breaks?... The world may never know... Awesome update, Mommy Audrey sure knows how to screw with people... I can hardly wait for the next chapter of this wonderful story.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dcVOmEQzKA So yeah, life kinda got away from me during the last couple of months. Everything with Covid-19, work, personal life and everything in between just kinda seemed to drain me for a while and the writing just wasn't coming along, so I decided to take a few steps back. I'm rather proud of the story so far and would hate to see the standard of it drop, so I'm taking my time, so please bear with me from time to time. But, I'm happy to see that people are actually missing this story and asking for update, which is also why I'm happy to bring you a new chapter and tell you that there are more on their way. Enjoy and please don't stop giving feedback, critique and keep your ideas for future chapters coming Chapter 19: I awoke with a set the next morning. As my eyes shut open, I immediately knew that something was wrong and as my mind came out of its sleepy haze, I quickly realized what was up. “I’m missing my pacifier!” I sat up in my bed and quickly spotted the dummy lying next to my pillow, at the same time I also noticed a huge wet spot on my pillow case. Seemed like I must have dropped the pacifier during the night and simply continued to suckle on nothing, resulting in a pool of droll forming on my pillow. “What am I panicking about? I don’t need my paci during the day, that’s only at night. I’m fine.” I thought to myself before swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, but in the moment I had totally forgot the presence of the “Super diaper” between my legs, resulting in my balance being off and as I rose to my feet, I quickly started to stumble and feel forwards barely catching myself on my hand and knee’s. “Oh right, the diaper.” I chuckled to myself, before gently rising to my feet, making sure to catch my balance before waddling out the room and towards the kitchen, where I knew Mom would be waiting with breakfast. Mom spotted me as I waddled into the kitchen in my oversized soaked nighttime diaper. Giving me a gentle smile, she placed my bowl of oatmeal onto the kitchen table, as took my seat and started digging in. What a sight it must have been, seeing me sitting at the kitchen table wearing only a huge infantile printed diaper, which despite having a booster in it, clearly showed signs of having been used several times doing the night, while digging into a huge bowl of runny oatmeal and accompanying class of milk. Normally I would have a chance to finish my breakfast and go watch some Tv, before my stomach would start to act up, signaling that it was time to do my “morning messies”. But on this day I barely made it halfway thought the oatmeal, before the familiar feeling and rumbling started to form in the lower part of my gut. I stopped eating for a second, allowing the spoon to hanging in the air for a moment as I thought about my situation. “I’m wearing my night diaper. Mom isn’t going to change me, before I make my messies and I’m not allowed to leave the table, until all the oatmeal is gone.” There wasn’t many options of what to do at that point. I took another spoonful of oatmeal and felt my bowels release themselves, as the back of my diaper started to fill with a warm, mushy and runny mess. As my tummy emptied itself into my diaper, I continued to refill it shoveling spoon after spoonful of oatmeal into my mouth, until the bowl was empty and my diaper was full and on the verge of exploding. To finish everything off, I felt my bladder release a flood of urine into the front of my diaper, as I reached for my glass and finished the last drops of milk at the bottom. “Whew! I think someone is in need of a change.” She proclaimed while removing the bowl and glass from the table. I was led to the bathroom and given a long bubble bath, after having my “well used” night diaper removed. Laying on the changing pad in my bedroom I was given a choice of wearing plastic pants or having a booster inserted into my diaper. “Mom, the pad makes it too thick. I can’t walk in them.” I complained having already nearly fallen flat on my face getting out of bed. She allowed me to decided and I was put into a regular diaper and accompanying plastic pants, which I also was allowed to choose. The light blue once with bears on them, had quickly become my favorite, so of course those where the once I found myself wearing moments later. “We’re going to the store later, so I you might want to put some clothes on, Honey.” She announced her plans for the day, while putting away my changing supplies. “But, Mom! It’s so warm, I can’t wear sweatpants anymore!” I whined, knowing the temperatures were going to soar during the afternoon. “Don’t worry, Baby. I got you something, that is going to fix all your problems. She opened up another drawer in my dresser, which used to house my jeans and other tight pants, that I hadn’t used for months. After rummaging around for a second, she pulled out a white t-shirt with light blue stripes and a pair of green shorts. “Look aren’t these cool!?” She asked excited while approaching me, before instructing me to raises my arms, allowed her to slide the shirt over my head and onto my torso. I quickly noticed the shirt seemed to be the wrong size and way to large as the fabric was way too long at the bottom. “Mom, I don’t think this is right.” I said nervously, before she placed a palm on my chest, gently pushing me backwards onto the changing pad once again. “Oh no, Honey. It’s just right, wait and see.” She reached under my butt and proceed to pull the bottom back of the shirt up between my legs, while pulling the bottom front down towards my crotch, making them meet in the middle, as I heard several quick “snaps”. “All set!” she announced allowing me to sit back up. As I let my eyes run down my torso I realized that the bottom of the shirt was fastened between my legs, with several snap buttons making it cover most of my diaper and plastic pants, only allowing a tiny bit to poke out at the leg holes. “Moooom! What is this!?” I whined. “Just stand up, honey. You’ll see.” I didn’t fully trust her, but did as I was told and once on my feet realized that not only did the shirt cover up my diaper, but it also kept it in place and seemed to let it sit tighter against my butt, not allowing for much sagging. “Oh wow!” I proclaimed. “And that’s not all! Step in.” Mom was holding the green shorts open for me, as I stepped through the leg holes allowing her to pull them in place. I waddled over to my bedroom mirror to inspect my new clothes. The shorts also seemed to have some snaps running up the legs and between my crotch. But what I focused on the most, was the fact that my diaper seemed rather hidden and was held firmly in place, by the shirt which was tucked into the short and snapped in place between my legs. “Oh wow, Mom. This is awesome! I look so cool; you can barely see the diaper.” I proclaimed proudly spinning and turning, while showing off in the mirror. “Glad you like it, honey. And the snaps are going to make changes a lot easier. I bought a whole stack of different clothes just like that, so in the future you can choose what you want to wear, all my yourself. And while at home, if it’s too warm, you can choose to still only wear your diaper or maybe just the shirt.” She chuckled, as I waddled my way over and gave her a huge hug. Shortly after we left to go to the store. I’m pretty sure Mom set up this whole situation simply to allow me to get comfortable in my new clothes, as she didn’t seem to buy much at the supermarket, but simply spent almost an hour browsing the different isles. I spent the whole time enjoying the freedom that my new clothes provided me, the shirt did it’s just of keeping my diaper in place, preventing it from moving around too much and therefor also silencing some of the crinkling from my plastic pants. I knew I wet at some point during our time inside the store, I may even have wet several times, I couldn’t tell nor did I care. I just felt the warm soggy diaper held firmly against my crotch, as it started to swell more and more with every spurt of urine that escaped my bladder. I felt happy and carefree toddling around the store, knowing that my new shirt would keep my diaper concealed and in place, as I followed Mom around one hand firmly placed on the shopping cart at all times. Having done little to no shopping, Mom decided that she was done browsing and we made our way home. Once inside I was allowed to remove my shorts and I was left wandering around in just my “onesie” as Mom had named my new shirt during the drive home. During the afternoon and early evening, she would do unannounced diaper checks, simply sliding a finger into my onesie and between the leg holes of my plastic pants, finding me wetter and wetter every time, until finally deciding that enough was enough and taking me to my room to get changed into my nighttime diaper. The onesie did make everything a lot easier, once I was laying on the changing pad Mom simply popped the crotch open and now had free access to my diaper and plastic plans which were quickly removed and replaced by a double padded nighttime diaper. The onesie was so comfortable that I decided to wear it for the rest of the evening and during the night, it helped keep the extra padded nighttime diaper in place and made it a little easier to walk, thou was still waddling along fighting to keep my balance, due to the sheer size of the double padded diaper between my legs. Not wanting her couch to be ruined, Mom had made it clear that if I was not wearing plastic pants I would not be allowed on the furniture, due to the risk of a leaky diaper causing her huge mess. Despite the chances of a leak being close to zero due to the massive size of my nighttime diaper, I found myself seat on the floor for the rest of the evening, where Mom had spread out a large, soft, cotton blanket for me to get comfortable on. I watched the TV from my new spot on the floor, without a care in the world, not caring if I dribbled into my night diaper, knowing full well that it could soak up everything that I could throw at it. At one point I once again notice that my thumb had found its way to my mouth and was firmly planted between my lips. Once Mom noticed this, she made a quick exit from the room and returned moments later with a new light blue pacifier, which she placed between my lips after removing my thumb and wiping it with a baby wipe. I should have said something or I should have spit the damn thing out, I only needed the pacifier during the night, but it felt so nice between my teeth and I was so focused on the TV, that I simply didn’t care and just started sucking away. I waddled to bed a few hours later, the pacifier still firmly planted between my lips and quickly fell asleep.

Chapter 1: The Accident "Emily! It's time to get up!" A voice carried up the stairs, my mother, stirring me from my sleep. I groaned, rolling over, trying to snuggle back under the warmth of my blankets, refusing to open my eyes even if it was just for a few more minutes. Why did waking up have to be so hard? Why couldn't it be easy? And why was it so cold? I pulled my blanket up higher, curling up into a little ball, just trying to find a little warmth in the chilly morning air. But something was wrong. My blankets were freezing, damp even. I reached down, feeling them with my hand. My eyes shot open. No, not damp, they were soaked. "No, no, no, no," I whispered to myself, a wave of panic striking through my body, adrenaline pumping as I scrambled out of bed. Looking down at my pajamas, I wanted to cry. They were completely drenched, dripping with pee from my chest to my knees. That wasn't the worst of it though, running my hand back over my bed I confirmed my worst fear, my sheets were soaked all the way down to the mattress. I had wet the bed. I had had an accident like some little kid. "If only I had worn the stupid pull-up," I mumbled, looking over at the infantile garment on the ground beside my bed. Bedwetting wasn't something new to me. I had been having accidents on and off for the past few months, mostly at night. It was the reason I wore a pull-up to bed every night. Well, every night but last night. Last night after going to bed, I had decided to switch my pull-up for a pair of panties to try and prove that I was a big girl. To prove that I didn't need to wear diapers to bed. Obviously, I had been very wrong. When mom had first brought them home, she had tried to make me feel better about wearing them. She had called them "protective undergarments," but we both knew that they were really just glorified diapers. Their purple design with Cinderella and Minnie Mouse made it known that they were indeed diapers. Diapers meant for potty training toddlers. But with my being the shortest girl in my class, they were almost to big on me. That alone was embarrassing enough to burn a permanent shame into my cheeks, a rosy red that burned fierce at the slightest mention of pull-ups. A constant paranoia. The only thing worse than that was knowing that I needed them like some little toddler. Waking up in the morning with Cinderella all faded out, letting me know that I wasn't ready for big girl panties yet. "Emily!" Mom shouted, "Are you up yet?" "Ya, I'm up, I'll be down in a few minutes," I called back shakily, hoping she couldn't hint the panic in my voice. I needed to hide my accident until I could do something about it, until I could clean it up. Something I had no idea how to do. I would figure it out later. Right now, I needed to buy myself enough time. I looked over at my clock, I was already running late. There would be no shower this morning. Quickly, I pulled my wet pajamas and panties off, burying them deep down in my laundry hamper where hopefully nobody would notice them. That was the easy part. With my clothes hidden, I toweled off my body, trying to dry myself off as best as possible before pulling on a fresh pair of panties along with a pair of jeans and a cute t-shirt and sweatshirt. An appropriate attire for a Wednesday in the late fall. Winter was fast approaching and that cold, nipping chill was already in the air. "Emily," Mom shouted again, "It's time to go, are you ready yet?" "I'm coming mom, just a few more minutes," I said, already pulling my bedding back into place, making my bed as if it was a normal day. I had no way of stripping my bed, let along hiding all my peed-on sheets and blankets. It would be something I would have to deal with later, and even then, I had no idea how on earth I would get away with it. Trying to get all the laundry through the wash without being noticed was a long shot. All that mattered in the present, however, was making it through the school day. One thing at a time. I just needed to stay one step ahead. "Emily! You're going to be late, let's go." "I'm coming!" I took one last glance at my room besides the slight stench of urine, it looked normal. All I could do was hope and pray that my parents wouldn't find out. That they wouldn't realize I wet the bed for the umpteenth time this month. And with that, I grabbed my backpack, heading for the stairs. My bare feet pitter-pattering as they flew down the steps, more running than walking. Mom was waiting for me at the bottom, her arms crossed, an annoyed look on her face. "What took you so long, sweetheart?" She asked, handing me my lunch box, "You're going to be late." She sounded like a broken record. "Sorry mom," I said, my brain searching for an excuse, anything to prolong my little secret. To stay one step ahead. "I... I forgot to finish my math homework," I lied, "I... I was trying to finish it before school." "Hmm, ok," She said, brushing my hair from my face. "You didn't have an accident, did you? "Mom!" I whined, blushing as I brushed past her, "I didn't wet the bed." I hated being asked that question, even if I had had an accident, it made me feel like a baby being asked if I had wet my diaper. It was embarrisng. She didn't need to know all my potty habits like I was some helpless little baby. "I was just asking sweetheart," She said, her demeanor changing, relaxing, "Now, hurry up and get your shoes on before I have to sign you in for being tardy." I sighed, relieved that my lie had passed for the moment. "Just stay one step ahead, that's all I have do, stay one step ahead," I thought, pulling on my socks and shoes while mom started the car. Heading for the door, I stopped by the pantry, grabbing a strawberry pop tart for breakfast before climbing into the car. I buckled in and then mom pulled out onto the road. We were off, driving to school. The car was quiet, only the radio breaking the silence between us. That was alright though, I didn't want to talk, I just wanted to think, needed to think about this crazy morning. Staring out the window, I ripped open the pop tart wrapper, taking a bite of the sugary, sweet goodness as my eyes wandered, zoning out. It was going to be a long day. Hours later. I stared at the clock, tapping my pencil like a psychopath as Mrs. Patton's voice droned into the background. It felt like I had been sitting through English for the better half of the morning, and yet, the lesson had only started five minutes ago. Sighing, I turned back, glancing up at the board, up at Mrs. Patton for just a second before burying my eyes in my notebook, busying myself with little sketches as I waited for lunch. Anything to take my mind of my accident. It had been playing in my head on a loop all morning. A nagging reminder of how much trouble I had gotten myself into. Tears welled up in my eyes just thinking about it. How had I been so stupid? I wiped my eyes with the side of my shirt, glancing around at the zombified class, making sure nobody saw that one stray tear. They hadn't, and if they had, they were all too busy in their own little worlds to care. They had their own problems to worry about. A while later, Mrs. Patton finished her lecture and passed out an assignment. Those zombified stares from the class turning to moans and groans as pencils were pulled out and writing began. Just another day at school. Another boring day. I was only a few minutes into the assignment, my brain already dying with boredom, when they PA system screeched on. "Mrs. Patton," A hazy, muted voice called. "Yes?" "Could you please send Emily down to the office, her mother is here to check her out. She can bring her things." The entire class looked over at me as I slouched back in my seat. It was like being the one living person among a throng of the dead. "Emily, you can finish the assignment at home and bring it back tomorrow," Mrs. Patton said, seemingly unconcerned by the minor disruption. I looked at her, confused. "My mom... Here to pick me up?" She looked at me like I had three heads. "Well I don't know any other Emilys in this class so it must be you," She joked, "Once you pack your things you can go." My heart fluttered, pure excitement pumping through my body. My parents never checked me out early. It was like this entire wall of pressure had been lifted off my body. I could breathe again. I wasted no time in throwing my things into my backpack, zipping it up as I made a mad dash for the door. A few of my classmates stared at me longingly, wishing it was them being paroled from this awful place, as I slipped out into the hallway, the door slamming shut behind me, echoing throughout the empty hall. During class, the place felt abandoned, desolate. The vacant white walls blending in with the linoleum floor. The fluorescent lights overhead completed the look. The place felt like an insane asylum. It reeked of despair. As I made my way down the hall, heading for the office, my giddy excitement disappeared bit by bit with each step I took. A nervous pit in my stomach forming in its place. My bed. My sheets. My pajamas. I'd forgotten about them in that moment of excitement. And now, every step I took was brining me closer to reality. Closer to having to deal with it. Assuming I hadn't been caught. My pace slowed, trudging along with my head hung low. Could it be a coincidence that I'm checked out that day I wet the bed? Or had mom already found out? Either way, I wasn't ready to face the truth. I wasn't ready to see my mom or dad. I needed more time to think. And yet no matter how slow I walked; the office soon came into sight. My heart racing as I took those final few steps to the door. My stomach felt like it was about to come out my mouth. I wanted to puke. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside. The office felt entirely different than the rest of the school. A fake persona hiding the evil beyond its walls. It felt normal in here. Gone where the white walls and floor, that hospital-like feeling. The floors in here were carpeted, the walls painted a soft yellow. The fake plants in the corner making it almost feel homely. Mom was standing at the counter, pen in hand, signing a small stack of papers. The office assistant stood by her, pointing and talking as mom signed away. That annoying, permanent grin stuck on her all to cheerful face. Neither of them seemed to notice me walk in. "He... Hello," I squeaked, clutching my backpack straps as they both turned towards me, mom smiling. A soft, gentle smile at that. It eased the panic inside me, made me feel calm, relieved. Maybe it had been a coincidence. Maybe I hadn't been caught. "Hey, sweetheart, you ready to get going?" Mom asked, turning back to the papers. "I... I guess so," I said, stepping towards her, thinking for a moment before continuing, "Where are we going?" The office lady butted in. "Well, as soon as your mom here gets these papers signed, I'm guessing you'll be celebrating your last day of school." "My last day of school?" I asked slowly. Mom took over this time, giving the lady a "not helping" glare as she set the pen down, handing the papers over. "That's right, sweetheart, your last day of school," She paused for a moment, "At least until we start homeschooling that is." "But... Why?" I asked, that knot in my stomach coming back. The room felt so warm. So distant. I could feel my stomach rising again. "We'll talk about it later, Emily, once we get home. Your father and I want to show you some things first." "No... I want to know why." "Emily... We'll talk about it later, now come on your father is waiting in the car." She said, grabbing my hand as though I was a fussy toddler. She didn't miss a beat as she led me through the door and out to the parking lot. Mom dragged me by the hand behind her. I couldn't understand why she was being so forceful. And then I saw the car. Dad was standing by the side door, his arms crossed, waiting. Definitely not good. He was supposed to be at work. Doubly not good. As we got closer, he gave me a small smile, a kind of sorry look as he opened the back door. I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight, my eyes widening as I pulled against mom's hand trying to get as far away as possible. This couldn't be real life. It had to be a dream. A nightmare. There, sitting in the back seat of the car was a car seat. A baby's car seat all set up and ready to go. It felt like my entire world came crashing down around me. I knew it was for me. I knew it was because of my accident. They had found out. And this was my punishment. I could feel my eyes starting to water, on the verge of tears as I sat down on the ground, my body going limp. "Mom... Mommy please," I cried, looking up at her, pleading, "I'm... I'm sorry." "Emily, sweetheart, it's not what you think," she said calmly, bending down to pick me up. "We'll talk about it on the way home." I was in complete hysteria as she carried me over to the car. My shirt soaking with tears as snot dripped down my face. I looked like a toddler having a temper tantrum. A total meltdown. I wanted to fight, wanted to fuss and kick and scream, but my entire body felt numb. Mom rubbed my back as she set me in the seat, smiling at me as she buckled up the harness. And then the door was shut. They both climbed in, dad in the driver's seat and mom in the passenger's seat, neither of them saying anything as they pulled out of the parking lot. Minutes later. I had run out of tears by this point, but my face was still red and puffy, evidence of my recent episode. I didn't know what to think at this point. My parents didn't seem mad, they actually seemed sorry for me. Sorry even though they just committed me to homeschooling and strapped me into a car seat. I was so confused. My brain ached just thinking about it. I wiped a stray tear from my face to see mom holding a couple of tissues out to me. "Here, sweetheart, these will do better than your sleeve." It was the first thing any of us had said since getting in the car. I glared at her, crossing my arms as I looked out the window. She had just strapped me into a car seat, there was no way in hell I was about to talk to her. She sighed, setting the tissues down within my reach. "Do you want to talk about it sweetheart?" I thought about it for a moment, hesitated, before answering. "Is it... Is it because I wet the bed?" She looked back at me. "No, sweetie, it's not. That's only part of the reason." Dad took this as his cue to jump in. "Pumpkin, your mother and I have been talking about this for a while now..." He said, pausing for a moment. "And after what happened today, we decided it was time to switch things up a bit. Time to take a break from the world for a while." "Your fathers right, sweetheart." "Ok, but why am I in a car seat?" I asked, pulling on the straps. I wanted to know why. Needed to know why. Needed to know what they were talking about. Mom's turn. "Well, sweetheart, when your father said take a break from the world for a while, he meant it," she said, taking a deep breath, "I don't even know where to start." "What your mother means to say is that we know being a big kid has been tough on you, especially this year," he paused, looking over at mom who nodded back, "We think its best if you spend some time as our little girl again... Our baby girl." My brow furrowed at this. "What do you mean?" Mom chimed in. "It's means that for the next few months were going to be treating you as though you were a toddler." "A toddler?" I asked, "Like an actual baby?" "That's right, pumpkin," Dad said. A thought crossed my mind. Last Summer we had spent the weekend with mom's sister. She had a toddler. A cute, little girl named Abigail. And as cute as she was, there was something about her I couldn't forget, especially now. She was in diapers. I looked up at mom, worried. "Don't toddlers where diapers?" They both looked at each other and then mom answered. "They do." "Am... Am I going to have to wear diapers."? She looked back at me. "Yes, sweetheart, you are. And being in diapers means using them to." She must have seen the look of shock on my face because she quickly added, "Don't worry, sweetheart, it's going to take all of us some time to get used to it. I scoffed at that. She wasn't the one that would be wearing and using diapers. "But what if I don't want to?" Dad again. "Well, pumpkin, you don't really get a say in that. Your mother and I have already decided and that's that. No ifs, ands, or buts about it." The car was quiet after that. I didn't want to hear anymore, and they didn't want to tell me anymore. Mom switched on some music to drown out the silence. I sat back in the car seat, sulking as I stared out the window. A few minutes later, I saw the driveway come into view. We were home, something for the first time in my life I wasn't ready for. Once Dad turned off the car, I tried unbuckling myself only for mom to intervene. "Sweetheart, babies don't do that, their mommy's do." I blushed as they got out, dad disappearing inside while mom opened my door, brushing my hands out of the way to undo the buckle as though she had done it a thousand times before. Once I was free, she lifted me onto her hip like one would do with a toddler and carried me inside. "You know I can walk, right?' I told her, squirming in her arms. Even though I was light, neither of them had carried me in a couple of years. It felt awkward, out of place. It made me feel like a baby. Something I was not ready for. Mom smiled, bouncing me to settle me down. "Well you better get used to it sweetheart, mommy's going to be carrying you around a lot more from now on." I sighed, letting her carry me through the house and upstairs. At the top of the stairs she set me down, patting my butt as she guided me down the hall. My door was shut, all my posters and things had been pulled off the door. I wanted to stop, wanted to ask questions, but she pushed me forward, further down the hall. Dad stepped out of their bedroom, smiling at me as he motioned for me to step inside. I hesitated, afraid of what I was going to find. I felt mom's hand on my back again. "Go ahead sweetheart," she said, "Go check it out." Reluctantly I did. I stepped into their room, my mouth dropping open with shock at the sight. There, at the foot of their bed was a crib. A baby's crib. My pillow and a baby blanket already inside. My teddy bear lay over to the side with an extra quilt draped over the crib. A mobile hung from above. That wasn't the worst of it though. Off to the side of the room where there dresser was, a changing pad lay on top. A small basket of supplies laid off to the side. I could see a set of diapers sticking out, taunting me with my future. I stepped forward, feeling small. I wasn't even tall enough to reach the pad. They would have to pick me up, like a baby. I shuddered at the thought. And then my attention turned, looking over to where dad's reading chair had been. In its place was a large rocking chair. The kind meant for nurseries. For nursing mothers. A burp cloth was draped over to top of the chair and a bottle warmer sat on a table just beside it. I turned to face my parents. "Is... Is this for me?" "It is," mom said, walking over to the changing pad. She grabbed one of the diapers from the basket and held it out to me. I stared at it, not wanting to be any closer to the infantile garment. "It's not going to bite you, Emily," She said, "Mommy just figured you might like to see one before you're wearing it." I nodded, reluctantly taking hold of the diaper. It felt so soft. The silky, cloth padding felt thick and fluffy in my hand. I looked over the admittedly cute design, cookie monster was staring up at me, smiling at me like I should be happy. Happy that I was about to be wearing him. It reminded me of the diapers Abagail had worn, just a bigger version. "Is this an actual baby diaper?" Mom chuckled at the question, ruffling my hair. "Yes, sweetheart, you'll just barely squeeze into a size 6." I glared at her, handing the diaper back. I had another question. "Why is all this stuff in your room?" Dad spoke from behind me. "We figured that with a new baby running around that it would be easier to keep an eye on you if you were close by," He said. "You know, to make sure you don't go sneaking your diaper off in the middle of the night like you did with your pull-up." He added, jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. I blushed having my accident brought up, but neither of them seemed to care as the conversation kept on moving with me as the center piece. Mom sat the diaper down on the changing pad before turning back to me. "Alright, sweetheart, can you come over here so mommy can get your diapee on?" She asked, patting the changing pad. I shook my head, taking a step back, right into dad's stomach. My head barely went past his belly button. He took hold of my shoulders with his hands and pushed me forward towards mom. I didn't know what to do. That paralysis and numb feeling from before had come back. It felt like I was watching my body from afar, unable to control anything going on. I was standing right in front of mom now. She picked me up under the armpits and sat me down on the side of the changing pad, busying herself with my shoes and socks. As I sat there being undressed, I couldn't help but look over at the supplies laid out beside me. On top of a baby's onesie was the diaper from before along with a container of wipes and a bottle of powder. Everything needed to change a baby. Only, I was that baby. Something that didn't sit right in my stomach. I didn't want to be a baby. I didn't want to wear diaper. "Arms up," Mom cooed. I didn't know what to do. I sat there like some helpless toddler as she pulled my shirt off, leaving my chest exposed to the world. Even though I had yet to hit puberty, I still couldn't help but blush as I tried to cover myself up. Especially with my dad only a few feet away. It was embarrassing. "Emily, sweetheart," Mom said, pushing my arms out of the way, "You're a toddler now and toddlers don't care who see them naked." Those words stuck to me. The idea of having no privacy, no personal space, no modesty crossed the line. It made me mad. Made me angry. They had no right to do this to me. I wasn't a baby and I wasn't going to let them turn me into one. "Emily, can you lay down for mommy so she can get your diapee on?" Mom asked, putting her hand on my chest, trying to guide me back, trying to get me to lay down. "No," I said, pushing back, swatting her hands away. "I'm not wearing a diaper." She seemed taken aback by this, shocked. Her eyes showed it. She looked back at dad who nodded, taking a step over beside her. Two against one. "Emily, please lay down so Mommy can get you dressed," Dad said, looking at me with a smile that pleaded for me to listen, a smile that asked for me to behave, for me to be a compliant little toddler. "No!" I growled, kicking at mom as she tried again to take control. "I'm not a baby and I'm not wearing a diaper!" Her demeanor changed. Her eyes narrowed and piercing. Gone was the sweetness and sympathy she had had before. Mommy mode had been turned on. It was clear she meant business this time and if I was going to keep being rebellious, she was going to show me who the boss was, who the mommy was. "Believe me, little girl, you are going to be diapered and dressed in that onesie whether you like it or not," She said, giving me the mom look. A look every kid knows all too well. "Now you can either lay down like a good girl or you can go over daddy's lap. The choice is yours." "I'm not wearing a fu..." I gasped, shocked as Dad stepped in, grabbing me with one arm like I weighed nothing, carrying me kicking and screaming over to the rocking chair. Sitting down, he held me in his lap, my arms pinned by his own as mom unbuttoned my pants, pulling them off, leaving me in my panties. I was already in tears, begging them not to do it. Pleading for my life. But it was hopeless. Dad easily turned me over, pinning me back down with my butt in the air, exposed. I was sobbing, tears streaming down my face as hysteria kicked in. "Please Daddy, don't," I begged, struggling against his hold, whimpering as I squeezed my eyes shut. It had been years since I had had this done. "Please, I'm sorry." His hand came down, connecting with my backside. It stung. I squirmed in his lap, trying to make him stop, but his hand came down again. "YOU!" SMACK "DO NOT!" SMACK "SAY THOSE!" SMACK "WORDS!" SMACK I was a blubbering mess by the end of the spanking. My butt throbbing, stinging from where dad had made contact. They had made their point. If I was going to be a good girl then they would be nice back, but if I was a bad girl then they weren't going to be nice. Dad let me up, turning me back over in his lap, pulling me close to his chest as I sobbed. He held me there for the next few minutes, cradling me as I cried into his chest, soaking his shirt with tears. I didn't want to look at either of them. I just wanted to be left alone, just wanted the day to be over. Mom rubbed my back. "Now are you going to be a good girl while mommy gets your diapee on?" I didn't answer. My face still buried in dad's chest. I felt his hand on my back, coaxing me. "Pumpkin, you need to apologize to mommy." I thought for a minute, hesitated before nodding. I pulled my face out of Dad's chest, looking up at her. "I... I'm sorry mommy." She crouched down level with me, locking eyes. They still looked serious, but they were back to being kind, understanding, and loving. "It's alright, sweetheart, mommy forgives you. Now daddy and I really didn't want to do that, but we make the rules, not you. Understand?" I nodded again, trying to choke back the tears as dad pushed me from his lap, standing me back on the ground. He planted a kiss on my head from behind, giving my back one final rub for encouragement. "Honey, do you want me to go get a bottle?" "Please," She said, holding her hand out to me. "Let's get that diapee on." I took her hand, letting her lead me back over to the changing pad. I was promptly lifted and laid down, this time with zero fuss from my end. My feet just barely dangled off the end of the pad like a real baby. I felt like a real baby. As mom readied the supplies again, I watched Dad walk out the door. At least he wasn't going to see me naked. I wiped another tear from my face, hiccupping. "Here you go, sweetheart," mom said, holding a pacifier to my lips. I had little choice and fearing a second trip over dad's lap, I let her slip the nipple into my mouth, nursing it like some little baby. As much as I hated the idea of having a pacifier in my mouth, it was oddly comforting, soothing. It helped me to relax and take my mind of the task at hand: my diapering. "Good girl," She said, turning her attention to my panties. "We won't be needing these silly things for a while, will we?" She continued, working the last semblance of maturity down my legs before tossing them in the diaper pail. With my panties gone, I felt so exposed, so infantile. I might of well have been a baby. Laying there, naked, suckling my pacifier as mom popped open the tub of baby wipes. I wanted to fight back, wanted to do anything to delay being diapered, but my tender backside told me otherwise. Sighing, I stared up at the ceiling, hoping this whole thing whole thing was just a bad dream, a nightmare. It wasn't. I jumped at the unfamiliar feeling. The wipes were chilly and damp, and as mom wiped down my front side, I squirmed, whimpering as more tears came to my eyes. I wasn't ready to be a baby. "Shh, shh, you're ok, sweetheart, you're ok," She cooed. "Just relax." She rubbed my belly, soothing me before pushing my legs to my chest, wiping down my bottom, making sure to clean every crack and crevice. And then it was done. My cheeks burning red as I realized mom had just wiped my bottom clean, something she hadn't done since I was four. I watched her next unfold the diaper, blushing as she gathered my legs in one hand, holding them up as she slid the diaper under my bottom with her other before setting me back down. I could already feel how thick the diapers were. The soft, fluffy padding lifting my bottom up off the pad. And then she sprinkled some powder over my diaper area, making me smell like a baby. A surprisingly nice smell, comforting. If only I wasn't the one smelling like a baby. And then, much to my dismay, she pulled the diaper up between my legs, holding it against my tummy with one hand as she used her other to press the tapes down nice and snug. I had been diapered. My first since I was a baby. Unless you count the pull-ups that is. Mom used a fresh wipe to clean her hands off, smiling down at me, cooing, "All done, now let's get your onesie on." She seemed to be enjoying this a little too much. At least there wasn't a mirror around. I probably look like a mess. After an afternoon of tears, sobbing, and snot, I probably look like a toddler post temper tantrum. Not a good look. "And I'm back dad," Dad said, entering the room. "Where do you want it?" "Just set it in the warmer for a minute, I need to finish getting our little one dressed," Mom said, lifting me off the dresser, setting me back on the ground. The diaper was noticeably thicker than the pull-ups. It came up to my belly button, hugging my hips nice and snug. The padding between my legs forcing me to stand with my legs wider apart than normal. It made me feel unsteady, like a baby learning to walk. I now knew the difference between a diaper and a pull-up. My attention was drawn back as a shirt was pulled over my head, my arms being pushed through the sleeves as though I didn't know how to dress myself. And then, I watched mom, hanging onto her shoulders for balance as she pulled the fabric down to my crotch, three little clicks sounded in the air, and I felt a pressure pulling my diaper up, like it was hugging my body. Looking down, I realized I was in the onesie from earlier. It was white with pink embordering, my name etched out so cutely in large font. They had to of had it custom made. "Are you good for now?" Dad asked, scratching his head as he backed towards the door, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. He had always been the big softie. Mom nodded at him, lifting me onto her hip, carrying me through the room. She grabbed the quilt from the side of the crib, wrapping it around me before walking over to the rocking chair. She sat down, cradling me in her lap like a baby, my upper body resting against her chest, her arm supporting me, rocking softly as she hummed. As mad at her as I was right now, I couldn't help but relax in her arms, nursing the pacifier as she comforted me. After all I had been through today, even if it was her fault, I couldn't help but feel safe in her lap, feel loved. At the end of the day, I was her little girl and she was my mommy and I would always feel safe in her arms. "You know, sweetheart, your father and I aren't doing this to embarrass you or punish you," She said, "We're doing this because we love you." I don't know how being taken out of school, forcibly diapered, and being treated like a toddler showed love, but alright, go on. I wanted to say that, but it was clear she wasn't expecting any input from me. She continued. "We know that you've been struggling... That you've been unhappy lately and we just think that a little break from all the responsibilities of being a big kid will be good for you. Good for all of us." I nodded, sinking into her side, yawning around the pacifier, the day's events finally catching up to me. I was exhausted. "I love you, baby," She cooed, patting my bottom. "Now close your eyes, you've had a long day and a nap will do you good." I nodded again, my eyes slowly drooping over the next few minutes, nodding off as her rocking lulled me to sleep. I was on the brink of nothingness. I felt her move me, slide me down a bit. I didn't care, I just wanted to sleep. "Good girl." I felt her pull on my pacifier, taking it from my mouth. I whimpered at its loss, missing its comfort, opening my eyes just enough to catch a glimpse of the baby bottle in my face. Its nipple aimed for my mouth. I was too tired to fight as it pushed against my lips, sliding inside. It was warm, comforting. I suckled out of instinct, a stream of warm liquid filling my mouth. I winced at the taste. It was thick and chalky with just enough sweetness to cut its bitterness. "That's a good baby," Mom cooed, patting my diaper as she rocked. "Such a good baby," She said, "Babies need plenty of formula to grow big and strong." Formula. That's why it tasted so funny. As I lay there, nursing, the bitterness slowly went away. The more I nursed, the sweeter and creamier it became. It was so comforting, so soothing. It warmed my insides. Made me feel sleepy. I closed my eyes as I suckled. Relaxing as that feeling of sleep washed over me. The world seemed so distant. Mom patted my bottom, my diaper, like I was an infant. Her rocking and humming lulling me to sleep. I was just so tired, so exhausted from the day. I could feel myself drifting off. And then there was nothing.

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Chapter 17: Mom was right in her statements. It was so much nicer not having to dread or be afraid of the process that came with messing myself and if her choice of food would help keep it that way, then I would do my absolute best to eat and finish everything that she would put in front of me, even thou it seemed after having convinced me that the new food choice was much better for me, Mom went back to eating like she had done before. Where my food would see itself being blitzed for a few seconds in the blender Mom’s would be served and plated straight from the stove. Sometime I’m not even sure we were eating the same thing, as I would be sitting with a bowl of green or yellow mush, while Mom would be chewing away at a piece of chicken with veggies and rice. But it didn’t matter I told myself, this food would make it so that I would not fear having to go Poop in my diaper and Mom didn’t have to worry about that, “so why would we be eating the same thing?” At this point of time my bladder control had also seemed to have made its final exit. Often Mom would ask or simply check to see if I wet, more often than not finding me soggy or completely soaked with me having no recollection of wetting myself and often not even caring if I was wet or not. “I had been busy, I was distracting, right in the middle of something and it was only some small accident they didn’t really matter.” I kept thinking this to myself over and over again. On one hand I should be nervous or maybe a little worried that I had lost so much control, but on the other this was what the whole process was about and overall why should I care if I wet or not, it wasn’t my problem I knew Mom would always be right around the corner, ready to take care of every kind of accident. “So why should I worry?” My new diet made it so that I did not need to worry or be afraid of the struggle every time I had to mess my diaper, but it also made it more and more unpredictable when I would find myself messing myself and the longer I stayed on my new diet the more my stomach and bowels seemed to adapt, leaving me with a constant wet and runny stool that could explode into my diaper at any given time, with the just the slightest pressure. Sometimes I would find myself feeling a little bloated or just feel a slight pressure around my stomach area, thinking I would just need to pass gas I would apply the slightest pressure to my bowels and within seconds find myself in a diaper filled to the brim with a wet, slobbery and sticky mush turning the outside of the diaper brown and making it sag low beneath my hips. My new lack of bowel control wasn’t so much of a problem when at home, since Mom was around 99% of the time and always ready to jump into action and clean up whatever mess I had managed to get myself into. But outside the confine of our house it proved to be a different challenge as I was about to learn one late afternoon where Mom had brought me with her to the grocery store to do her shopping for that week. I was allowed to push the shopping cart around which Mom was throwing groceries into at rapid speed, while also housing my diaper bag at the bottom of the cart. Things were moving along fast as I tried to keep up with Mom while she was almost speed walking up and down the aisle, which proved to be a challenge as my rather soggy diaper was sagging deep between my legs, being only held up by my plastic pants and sweatpants on top. We made a turn down the milk and cheese aisle when I felt my bowels twisting for just a second, before a huge load unexpectedly made its arrival in the seat of my diaper, cramming it way up the back and between my thighs as I took another step before coming to a sudden halt. Mom felt me stop and turned to look back finding that I had turned completely pale and was half hunched over the handle of the cart. “Honey, what is it?” She started to approach me but stopped as soon as she came within smelling distant as her eyes opened wide. “Baby, did you?” I simply nodded in shame, before she could finish her question, already feeling a few tears starting to form in my eyes. “Oh, no, no, Baby. Don’t be upset, it’s okay.” She took a few more steps, putting her arms around me embracing me in a tight hug. “Don’t cry, Baby. It’s okay, we’ll take care of it, don’t worry.” She managed to calm me, before I flew into a full blown tantrum, taking me by the hand she looked around for a second, before spotting a guy in a red uniform and quickly approached dragging me and the cart behind her. “Oh, Oh, excuse me, sir.” He turned and greeted her with a smile. “I’m sorry to interrupt you, but you don’t have a costumer bathroom around her do you?” He gave her a polite smile. “Of course, Mam. But it’s really only for disabled and famil-.” She stopped midsentence at I’m pretty sure the smell rapidly coming from my diaper hit his nostrils. “I’m aware, sir. But you see, we kind of have a small.” She nodded her head sideways towards me. “Emergency her.” His eyes shot open as she fought to compose himself, not fully believing his ears hearing this lady standing in front of him with a twenty something old and asking to use the family restroom for an emergency. He must have spotted the infantile decorated diaper bag in the cart and together with the stench penetrating the air, been able to put two and two together, because within seconds his point us across the store with a “Of course, Mam. Its right at the other side of aisle five.” “Thank you so much, Sir. Come on, honey.” She thanked him and dragged me along. As we made our way down the aisle, I quickly looked over my shoulder to see him staring in our direction, as I waddled behind Mom who had one hand on the cart and with the was holding me tight, as I toddled along my diaper sagging so low it started pulling down my sweatpants and I’m sure exposing the top of my plastic pants in the process. Luckily there wasn’t any line to the bathroom and we made our way inside making sure to lock the door behind us, Mom with the diaper bag across her shoulder. Inside we found a small room with a sink, handicap friendly toilet and a foldable changing station made for smaller children attached to the wall. Mom had a quick look around before producing a large, square piece of plastic from the diaper bag, which quickly revealed itself to be a changing mat decorated with little cartoon animals. I didn’t have time to ask where she got it from, nor did I really care because soon I was flat on my back staring into the ceiling with my pants around my ankles. She soon had my plastic pants down my ankles as well and in the process of un-taping and peeling of the diaper, before going through several whips doing her best to get me all clean. “Mom.” My voice was almost at a whisper. “Do you think. Do you think he knew?” She continued whipping me down, before reaching into the bag and producing a fresh diaper. “Well, honey. It was rather hard not to notice. You did make quiet a mess and even the most unexperienced of parents, would be able to spot the kind of diaper bum that you’ve been dragging around.” My eyes flew open, as I heard the last tape being put into place. “But don’t worry. It’s not like he cares and I’ve already found some solutions to hide your cute little diaper tushy, so soon you don’t have to worry about your diaper sagging to the floor.” She pulled my plastic pants back up before pinching my cheek and helping me back to my feet, pulling my pants back in place before getting up, disposing of the used diaper in the trash and proceed to put all her “tools” back in the diaper bag, before dragging me out the toilet. We did our last bit of shopping before heading for the exit, where low and behold the same guy was manning the register. I watched as he and Mom locked eyes and exchanged a friendly smile, as he started ringing everything in. “You’ve managed to solve your little emergency?” He chuckled. “Oh yes, thank you so much for your help. I’ve don’t know, what I would have done without you.” Mom ran her card through the machine and proceeded to pay. “No problem, Mam. I got a small boy at home, I’ve had my fair share of explosions. When they got to go, they got to go. “Mom finished packing everything up. “Aren’t that the truth.” She turned and started to head for the exit, with me following close behind as I looked up for a moment and caught eye contact with the guy behind the register. “Good luck, little buddy.” He grinned as we exited. The incident at the store proved to me, that control both bladder and bowel had hit an all-time low as a result of spending the last months confined in my diapers at all time and the change in diet had made my bowels moment unpredictable and almost on the verge of being uncontrollable. Having these kinds of accidents in public would be something that I would have to learn to put up with and get used to, because by this rate they would stare to happen a lot more frequent in the months to come.

This chapter is with thanks to my good friends Alyssa and Kaori, who were very thoughtful and gave me some lovely ideas, and also encouraged me to get back to writing. Special thanks go to Alyssa who suggested improvements to this very chapter before it was posted, so if anyone out there likes it you can thank her Chapter 8 That night as I went to bed, I couldn’t help but stop by Amy’s room for a sneaky peak. She had been asleep for a while, so I wasn’t too worried about disturbing her, I just wanted to kind of check… you know, just make sure that she was o.k and everything. I carefully opened her door just a little, fully expecting it to creak all the way, but instead it swung smoothly allowing me to creep right into Amy’s room. Much to my relief she was sleeping peacefully. To be completely honest I didn’t really know what I was looking for or what to expect, but after the night before I was just glad that things were relatively normal. Suddenly, Amy rolled over making her whole mattress crinkle which in turn made my heart skip a beat; maybe something was wrong? Or maybe I had woken her up by being in her room? I spent the next five minutes frozen stiff, staring into Amy’s expressionless face until I finally accepted that I was just being overly protective and paranoid. In a way I secretly wanted her to be upset again, so that I could play big sister and get the unconditional thanks that always came whenever I did something nice for Amy, but the fact that nothing was wrong was obviously better for her and it would sure make things easier for me the next day. Still, it never hurt to check, and once I was satisfied that I had justified my little intrusion; I completed the journey to my own room and my own bed. The next morning came around as usual, and my waking up routine was becoming, well, routine. I checked the clock to see what time it was, dragged my lazy self out of bed and to the bathroom before returning to get dressed. Once everything was done and I had sorted myself out to a reasonable standard, I headed downstairs to check on Amy. Sure enough, there she was as regular as clockwork couched in front of the T.V, presumably having already eaten breakfast. Normally I would scoot on over next to her and loaf for a while, maybe engaging in some kind of light conversation, but today was going to be a little bit different; the conversation was likely to be far from light. For a few minutes I kind of half hid-half rested around the doorway, where I was sure Amy hadn’t seen me, and studied her for a while. At least I told myself I was studying Amy, in reality I was more likely preparing myself for the encounter, probably trying to think of what I was going to say. All the while she seemed happy enough sitting there, although to be fair I wasn’t expecting anything else, but more importantly she was still sitting there in her night diaper as she apparently always did. This would make it easier for me to say what I wanted to. When I felt it couldn’t wait any longer, I took a step back then entered the room, announcing a good morning to Amy as though it were the first time I had seen her today. She turned to me with her innocent smile and returned my greeting, then she shuffled up on the sofa a bit; an indication that she wanted me to sit next to her. Of course I obliged. We followed familiar politeness for a while, with me asking Amy how she had slept, what she was watching, etc, and Amy replying in her excited familiar fashion, still with her eyes fixed on the T.V. As we talked, we naturally gravitated closer to each other in a deliberately subtle way, the way two people do when they want the situation to go a certain way but don’t want to admit it to each other. But as with all such situations, there eventually came a point where neither of us could feign ignorance any longer and Amy half clambered-half got lifted onto my lap. It was an awkward couple of seconds before she had settled down and both of us were happy that this was what we wanted. Amazingly enough, Amy had managed to convincingly keep watching T.V through the whole process, which in a way made it easier for me as I could then look at her without giving the game away. Once I was satisfied that we were both comfy, I chose this moment to pretend I had noticed her diaper for the first time. “Oh Amy, I think you might be a bit wet hun…” I said, prodding her squishy diaper. She just blushed and nodded a little unenthusiastically. “Maybe you should go change?” Amy looked disappointed; I knew she didn’t want to get off of my lap already. Still, I made sure I didn’t sound like I was telling her to. “Um, I will in a bit” she said quietly, clearly testing the situation. Obviously I didn’t want her to go change so I let it slide. A long pause ensued before I felt right to pick up the conversation again. “Amy, don’t you mind being wet? I mean I know you’re… protected and stuff, but well, you know.” In retrospect that could probably have come out better, but at this stage I am happy to admit that articulation wasn’t and still isn’t my strong suit. “Um, not really, it’s no big deal.” Amy said matter-of-factly. “Oh, o.k…” Another pause ensued, this one even longer than the first, partly due to the nature of the conversation but also partly due to an interesting moment happening on T.V. I didn’t want Amy to be too distracted when I said what I was going to say next. “Amy…” This was it, now or never. I picked my words carefully and said them very thoughtfully, so as soon as I was sure she was paying attention I went for it. “Do you ever wear diapers more than just at night?” The silence was excruciating. I wasn’t sure if Amy had heard me right so I decided to clarify a bit further. “You know, like through the day and stuff? I mean, you don’t seem to mind them at night, and it’s not so different. I was just thinking like, you know, in case you have accidents…” “Um, nope.” She answered, shortly before looking down at her waist, “Apart from mornings and stuff.” At that point I thought I heard a giggle, but if I did it was very faint. This wasn’t really the answer I was hoping for. It’s actually quite funny that I had put serious preparation into this, but never really considered such an outcome. I was probably hoping to learn that her parents would sometimes put her in them, or something that would give me grounding. “Oh, o.k…” I said trying to think on my feet, “Um, how come?” It was risky I knew. I mean, you just don’t ask these kinds of questions. However, Amy was neither shocked nor embarrassed; instead she seemed to actually consider my question. The look of a deep thought process on her face was priceless. Finally she answered. “I dunno, never really thought about it.” And with that, all tension was broken and Amy’s attention returned to an episode of “Friends”. Meanwhile, I was rapidly thinking of what to say next. It was clear from Amy’s answer that her parents had never tried this, or even mentioned it for that matter, which didn’t give me a great deal to work with. Nevertheless, I continued the conversation, barely skipping a beat. “Would you? I mean, do you think you’d wear a diaper? Like if your mom asked you to or something…” “I don’t know really…” “I mean it’s not necessary, and you totally don’t need to, I just thought… you know, with accidents and stuff, it might be helpful… better than nothing, right?” “I… guess so.” And there it was; now I had something to work with. Although I still felt that Amy didn’t quite understand what I was getting at, which instigated yet another break while I figured out my next move. After a good wait I decided it was time to go straight to the point. “So um, how about you go change in a minute?” “Sure, alright.” Amy said happily. Alright? Alright? Wow, she sure took that very well. It was far easier than I had thought. Unless of course… “And like, put another diaper on this time?” I continued, “Just in case you know, accidents and everything. It’s no big deal.” For the first time thus far I had Amy’s undivided attention. Aha, now she understood, her face said it all. Quick! Say something else! “I mean, if that’s o.k.” I couldn’t tell whether Amy’s look was one of surprise, confusion, a mixture of both or most likely, neither. But she certainly didn’t look upset or angry, if I’d have even recognised Amy being angry, which was a good sign. “Oh…” She began. I had to stop myself from cringing because this was going to be Amy’s first voiced reaction to my suggestion after I had been babbling on for what seemed like ages. I had no idea how she was going to take it, which made it all the more surprising when she said, “o.k.” “Cool.” Was the only thing I could think of to say, which ironically probably sounded really un-cool. Well, I had managed it, but my heart was still pounding as I tried to process what exactly had just taken place, but the more I thought about it the stupider I felt. I had just asked a teenage girl to go back to wearing diapers full time, coincidentally the same girl that was cuddling me at that precise moment wearing a wet diaper, but that was beside the point. And I guess technically I had never specified the full time bit, but I was confident that now the first step had been made it would be no big deal to go the whole leap. Amy just might not have known it yet is all. Despite my many doubts, fears and confusions, there was no denying what was about to happen shortly, which made the wait somewhat more bearable. Kind of like the feeling after you’ve ordered pizza; you don’t care so much about the wait because you know its still coming. “I better go get dressed” Amy said eventually, peeling herself out of my arms. Not wanting to push the issue too far, I merely nodded in acknowledgment and helped her up. I wanted to subtly remind her of what she had just agreed to, but I was hoping her wet diaper would do that for me. As she toddled off, I was suddenly hit by a wave of guilt. I could probably argue that Amy needed the diapers because of her frequent “accidents”, but then could you justify making any teenage girl wear diapers, regardless of accidents? She was at a difficult age; I certainly didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable… on the other hand, the accidents were a bit of a hassle, and she didn’t seem too bothered about it… Deal done. At the time this was perfect justification to me. What can I say? I’m pretty selfish! And I was looking forward to having no accidents to clean up. I was just a little bit surprised that Rebecca’s parents hadn’t done something about it sooner; I mean they must have been cleaning up all the time. It didn’t make much sense that they just left Amy to it, although there was the whole diapers in the morning thing, which will have offered some respite for them at least. I found myself just sitting in the living room, waiting for Amy to return. In truth I had nothing better to do, although it was obvious that my main reason was so that I could make sure everything was o.k with Amy. It was always possible that she was secretly upset about having to wear a diaper, so I resolved to comfort her as soon as she came back, which wasn’t long after. But far from being upset and embarrassed as I feared, Amy returned in her usual good spirits wearing her everyday clothes as though nothing was different. I was a little suspicious, but true to my conviction I beckoned Amy over to me and gave her a big hug, which she reciprocated unquestioningly. As good an opportunity as any. “Hey cutie, you got your diaper on?” “Uh-huh.” Amy nodded as I took it upon myself to check the back of her pants mid-hug. “Good girl!” In retrospect my actions appear rather rude, though Amy didn’t seem to mind. Even so, I was ever the worrier and so naturally provided further clarification. “Don’t forget these are just in case, o.k? You can still use the bathroom anytime; you just don’t need to worry about having accidents is all.” I smiled down at her to show that I meant it, though I was pretty certain she would have probably figured all that already. I mean, just because I asked her to wear a diaper didn’t mean I expected her to use it. She was still an independent girl growing up, and so would naturally want to be responsible for acting that way.