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Chapter 24: “To summarize; I’m very happy with the progress I’ve been making and I’m proud to announce that everything is going according to plan and seems to be right on schedule. Both bladder and bowel control seems to be at a bare minimum at the moment with the first one being all but gone and the latter following close behind. Supplies are being delivered on time and charged on the company approved card, as agreed upon, but a few unexpected charges have come up, as noted further below.” It had been a few days since the trip to the park and the installation of my new changing table. In those few days, an email had popped into my inbox from my key manager at “Mommy Mag”. She simply wanted in inquire how everything was going and ask for a short progress report and if I needed anything other than what had already been supplied to me. It took me 2 days and several hours to finally write her a short progress report, about a page worth. I kept getting distracted, felt unmotivated or simply had better things to do, like watching cartoons or playing ball in the yard, but after using all my mental fortitude, I finally managed to put an email together and hit sent. Despite my initial confusion of the introduction of a full size changing table into my bedroom, I had to agree with Mom. It certainly came very handy and did make changing time a lot more pleasant for both of us, Mom did spare her back, not having to sit on the floor or bend over when changing me and as much as I didn’t want to admit it, it wasn’t actually that bad laying on the damn thing. The big changing mat on top was soft as a cloud and after having looked it over a few times, I actually started to dig the race car theme. It’s hard to put down in words, but laying there on my back on top of the changing table, legs dangling over the edge, staring into the ceiling while hearing those initial “Pop’s” of the button on my onesie being opened and my diaper exposed to the world, while feeling my pacifier safely planted between my soggy lips, slowly bobbing up and down with every suckle, as the tapes of my diaper comes undone and the cold air hits my crotch. Laying there without a care in the world, getting cleaned up, wiped down, powered up and put into a nice fresh and dry diaper, before hearing those familiar “Pop’s” again, as my onesie is once again closed around the plastic shell of my protective underwear. The fact that I’m able to lay there, without a care in the world, not even having to worry if I drooled in-between sucking on my pacifier, knowing that the plastic shell on the changing mat, would protect it and make for an easy clean. The whole scene brought me into a state of euphoria, in those moments I could imagine any place I would rather be. The first night during dinner, after the changing table was first introduced into my bedroom, Mom had taken advantage of my initial state of shock and confusion, by applying a bib around my neck to be worn while eating. This was something new, in the past she had only required it to be worn from time to time, if I were eating something messy in the living room or had proven to be unable to keep my saliva inside my mouth, while sucking away at my dummy, resulting in a ruined and sticky shirt or onesie. But after that night of having introduced into dinner time, she quickly saw her chance and made it a permanent piece of garment to be worn at the dinner table. It became routine of having Mom put the bib around my neck, right after serving me my mushy meal both breakfast, lunch and dinner and something that had to be done, before I was even allowed to dig into the bowl of mush placed in front of me. I knew there was no reason to start questioning her decision, I couldn’t really see the need or reason behind it, but when I asked her about it, it was quickly made clear to be that it what was right and after all “Mom knew best”. So the bib became a permanent part of dinnertime and between wearing it then, when snacking or accidently drooling all over myself, the time between not having a bib hanging around my neck, became few and far apart. I got word back from my contact at “Mommy Mag” after sending my initial update and status report, simply stating that “She was happy about the report and would keep in contact.” Knowing I had made her happy and proud, gave me a tremens amount of satisfaction and the fact that I would not have to report back for a while, also brought a huge smile to my face, as it would mean more time for watching Tv and playing around in the backyard. Truth be told, the amount of my being spend on writing my article got longer and longer and when I finally did pull myself together to sit down and get some writing done, the amount of words that made it onto the actual pages were limited to say the least. Being cooked up inside all the time, can make anyone go crazy, but me and Mom agreed on that. So one morning after having finished my oatmeal, Mom announced that we were taking a trip to the beach. A quick change out of my nighttime diaper, which I managed to mess right at the table, while eating breakfast, I soon found myself in my “beach wear” for the day, consisting of a diaper (of course) light green t-shirt, with matching snap crotch shorts. After getting me ready, Mom left me on my own for thirthy-ish minutes, to get herself beach ready and everything packed and soon we found ourselves in the car backing out of the driveway, Mom in the front me in the back heading straight for the beach, some forty odd minutes away. Once again finding myself in the backseat of the car, watching the world rush by out the window, I couldn’t help but feeling excited but also a tad bit nervous about this spontaneous beach trip that Mom had planned for us. Sure it was on a work day and the summer holiday had mostly finished for the majority of people, so the beach shouldn’t be too crowded, but still. I was sure to be rather exposed in such a large public area and the shirt and shorts combo that Mom had dressed me in, did little to nothing, to hide the fact that I was sporting a rather large diapered butt, not to mention the infantile nature of my beach wear all together. I kept pondering over the situation for a while, but was forced to conclude, that there was nothing I could do about it and just had to try my best to enjoy the day and make the best of it. At least I would be getting out of the house and have a chance to enjoy the sun and maybe even go for a swim in the ocean. After driving down the sand and gravel covered beach road for a few minutes, the car finally came to a halt at the parking lot. To my relief, it didn’t seem to be too crowded, there were only a few cars scattered around the area and as far as I could tell, not a person in sight. While I was busy searching my surrounding, Mom had made her way out the driver seat and had my door open, already unfastening my seatbelt. “Ops, one second, Honey.” She stopped me from exiting the car, putting two fingers up one leg of my shorts and used them to have a quick feel around my diaper. “Only a little moist. You’ll last just fine.” She finally allowed me to exit the car, with a smile as she made her way to the trunk and unloaded our beach bag and of course my diaper bag. I did my best to keep up with Mom, as she started the slow walk towards the beach area, diaper bag over her shoulder and beach bag in one hand. I knew that my outfit did very little to hide my diaper, without a onesie to keep everything in place, it was sure to wiggle and move around with every step I talk. As I heard the first sound of the ocean waves, we walked past an older couple, making their way back towards the car area, they didn’t look twice and didn’t seem to notice my outfit or diapered state one bit, with helped to calm my nerves as I toddled after Mom and we soon reached the open beach. Walking a bit off the path along the shore, Mom soon found an area she liked and proceeded to pull a huge blanket out of her bag and spread it out onto the warm sand, before sitting down. “Can I go swimming, Mom.” I asked excited. “In a bit, honey. Come sit.” Her answer brought a frown to my face, but I did as I was told, dropping my diapered butt onto the blanket, where Mom proceeded to remove my t-shirt, allowing the warm rays of the sun to shine onto my bare skin. “I brought something for you.” She remarked producing a wide brim sun hat, that matched the color of the rest of my outfit, placing it on my head and shielding my face and eyes from the sun. “Much better But you’re going to need some sunglasses, before we go visit Granny down south.” I took a second to wonder, where she managed to find the hat, concluding it must be from the same place, as all my other clothes. “Oh and we can’t forget.” She once again dug her hands into the beach bag. “I saw how much fun you were having with Jack at the park, so I thought you would like this.” She then produced several different buckets, shapes and a shovel from the bag, scattering it all over the carpet. “But, Mom! I wanna go swimming!” I’m not sure if I sounded like a bratty teenager that wasn’t allowed to go out or a toddler not being allowed to play with his favorite toy, either way it didn’t make much different as Mom was firm in her reply. “Listen, Honey. I’ve brought it this long way from home, the least you can do, is play with it. Just for a little while.” Noticing the tight frown on my face, her tone changed becoming more soft. “I’ll make you a deal. You built the BEST sandcastle you could ever imagine and show it to me, afterwards, you can go swim. Deal?” I let out a slight sigh, surveying the buckets and tools scattered on the blanket. “Deal.” As Mom undressed to her bathing suit and started working on her tan, I got busy building the most imaginary, grand, complex and overall amazing sandcastle I could come up with. Towers, walls, a draw bridge, a pool around the outer walls, this castle was going to have it all and soon time was flying by as I got busy working. Bucket after bucket of heavy warm sand was stacked onto each other at rapid speed, as I got working on my masterpiece, only to be interrupted by shorts burst of pee escaping into my diaper from time to time, but that soon put into the back of my mind, as all focus shifted towards building a magnificent castle for Mom. “All done!” I erupted, forcing Mom to sit up and remove her sunglasses to inspect my work. “Oh my, Honey. That’s one mighty fine castle. Oh look at it all, it’s very pretty.” Feeling rather proud of myself, I spent a few minutes marveling at my own feat of engineering. “So, can I go swim now?” Mom let out a sigh. “Well, a deal is a deal.” A huge smile formed across my face. “But first.” She quickly stuck her hands inside the beach bag, producing a juice box and a unknown glass jar containing a dark yellow substance. “Need some energy for swimming and you also got to be dying of thirst, by now.” She wasn’t kidding, the sun was beating down and my mouth did feel rather dry. As Mom handed me the juice box with the straw already plugged in, I got to sucking away at the sweet sugary nectar. “Hold on, Honey. Save something for washing down lunch.” She had the glass jar open at this point and had also somehow managed to produce a small spoon. “Open wide!” She dug the spoon into the jar, scooping out a huge pile of mushy goo. “Mom, I can do it myself!” I tried reaching for the spoon, only to have her pull it back. “I know, Baby. But I forgot to bring your bib and you don’t have any spare clothes in case you make a mess.” I looked down, realizing I was only sporting the shorts that covered my diaper. “But I’m only weari-.” My sentence was cut short, as a mouthful of goo was pushed into my mouth, with a bit escaping and splattering onto my bare chest. “There we go, here comes another one!” I was still trying to slobber down the first mouthful, as Mom was already loading the spoon for another round. “But Mo-“Another spoonful of mush was pushed into my already semi-ful mouth, resulting in most of it splattering onto my chest and stomach. “Just one more.” She announced as another round was almost jammed in between my lips, filling up the last remaining space inside my already packed mouth. It didn’t take bad. It was kind of sweet and tasted almost like apples and a few different unnamable fruits, as I continued to slobber away, some of it sticking to my teeth and back of my throat, but thanks to a few sips of juice, I got it all washed down, before noticing the rather large amount that had made its way onto the bare skin of my chest in the chaos, which I quickly used my hands to scrape off and into my mouth, sucking my fingers clean to end the feast. Mom watched the whole ordeal with a smile. “See, that wasn’t so bad. Now, who wanna go swimming!?” The announcement I had been waiting for made me forget about the whole ordeal and how Mom had almost force-fed me only a few minutes ago. “I do!” I shot to my feed. “But, what am I going to wear?” Mom tilted her head. “yeah, well. I didn’t really plan for this, but I guess you can just go out in the short and diaper today. I’ll come up with a solution for when we go visit Granny. She also lives close to the ocean, if you remember.” Mom had barely finished her sentence, before I was halfway in the water and dropped in. The second I did, I felt the diaper explode and swell up between my legs. “Oh, damn!” I blurted out, quickly inspecting it with my hands. It was holding up and not falling off, but it felt and I’m sure looked massive being strapped around my waist. But as long as I stayed in water waist high, nobody would be able to see it, so I happily started swimming and splashing around, as the sun continued to beat down from above. The sun slowly made its way across the sky, as I played around and soon it was time to go. As I stepped out of the water, I could feel the diaper sag and almost fall off my hips, only thing that stopped it was the shorts on top. Mom had already packing everything up, handing me a large towel to dry off, before we started heading back to the car. I could barely walk, due to the diaper sagging between my legs, it felt so uncomfortable and of course this time we passed by several people on the way to the car area. Three young girl, couldn’t help but stare, as they passed us, their eyes franticly scanning me up and down and they certainly wasn’t checking out my beach body, as I heard the burst out laughing shortly after passing us, as I tried avoided looking back in embarrassment. A couple with their young sun, almost stumbled and fell, as I toddled pass them and when I turned my head to look back, they were yet to move and was simply staring at me and my swelling diaper butt. The embarrassment finally came to an end, as we reached the car or so I thought. “STOP!” Mom’s voice echoed through the air, just as I was about to enter the back. “You’re going to ruin the seat, we got to do something about, your situation.” My short were still drenched and the diaper underneath was no different. “But, you said we didn’t bring a spare change of cloth.” I mumbled, as Mom was already busy digging into the diaper bag. “We didn’t, so we’ll just have to make due.” She spread the changing mat out across the back seat of the car and instructed me to lay down. “MOM! You can’t do that here!” I cried out, as she was already pulling down my short. “Well. You’re not going in the car, in your current state. So any better ideas?” I went silent. “Relax, baby. It’s no problem, nobody can see you and if they do, then what is the problem. What else is a Mommy got to do, when her baby needs a change.” I heard the tapes of the diaper being ripped open and soon felt the cold air hit my bare skin. I was on my back staring into the ceiling of the car roof, my legs hanging out of the open car door and unable to see if anybody was walking by and if anyone was able to see, what was going on. Soon I found myself in a nice dry diaper as Mom pulled my T-shirt from earlier over my head and back in place. “All done!” she proclaimed, putting everything away. “What about pants!?” I blurted out, staring down at my completely exposed diaper. “Told you. We didn’t bring spare. Beside, you’ll just be in the car, nobody will be able to tell.” She fastened my seat and threw the diaper bag into the bottom of the car, before taking her own seat as we started the drive home. Mom made an unexpected turn during the drive home, swinging off the freeway as she spotted the familiar “Burger sign”. “Thought we could use a treat and an easy dinner tonight.” She remarked, as the car made it way into the drive through. “I want a burger and milkshake!” I blurted from the back, as I had noticed my stomach growling ever since leaving the beach. Mom made her order and continued driving to receive it. Luckily I was rather hidden in the back and my shirt did a bit to hide my otherwise exposed diaper, so no harm done. The order was given to us and Mom once again aimed the car for home. “Can I eat now?” I asked taking in the smell of burger in the air. “Sure, just be careful.” “I will.” I responded, as my hand was already in the paper bag, digging for my burger and large shake. I quickly got the burger unwrapped and started digging in, throwing out all manners in the process and with no care at all, as ketchup squirted out the back of the bun, as I bit into it and splattered all over my t-shirt and diaper. Another bite, another stain. Bite, squirt, bite squirt, bite squirt. My hands, fingers, face, diaper, everything was covered in ketchup, as I put the straw of my shake into my mouth and sucked away. I only had a few bites left to finish, as I felt a familiar rumbling in my lower bowels and without much noticed released a flood of warm mushy poo into the seat of my diaper. The release of pressure simply left more room for food, as I proceeded to devour the remaining bits of burger, doing my best to lick and suck my fingers clean afterwards. Wanting to finish every last drop of my delicious milkshake I removed the lid from the cup and got ready to turn it upside down to my face, just as Mom made a sharp right turn, resulting in the remaining part of the shake, being dumped all over me. I knew I was in big trouble for causing such a mess, of not only myself but also part of the backseat and tried to remain completely motionless, not wanting to draw Mom’s attention, but knowing it wouldn’t be long before she would witness my chaos, as the car turned once more and we arrived in the driveway. She was out of the car at lighting speed, but came to a dead halt as she opened the door to unbuckle my seatbelt and spotted me with a crocked smile, covered from head to toe in ketchup, chocolate milkshake and with a drenched and soiled diaper, which was just as messy on the outside as it was on the inside. Her reaction wasn’t what I expected, as she simply took a deep breath, exhaled once and then leaned over to unbuckle me, being very careful not to make a mess of herself, before taking a firm hold of my wrist and dragging me inside, not even bothering to close the car door, as she took me straight to the bathroom and got be undressed soiled diaper and all, before dumping me into a hot bath. Not a word was spoken before I found myself on top of the changing table, having a fresh diaper taped around my waist. “Mom, are you mad?” I whispered quietly, already knowing her answer. She continued the process of taping the diaper in place, before picking out a new onesie for me to wear. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled with a sight lisp, as the onesie was pulled over my head and snapped between my thighs. She came eye to eye with me. “Honey, I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed. I told you to be careful and look what you did, you made a complete mess of the car and yourself. I got to go clean the car now, before tomorrow. You need to listen, when I tell you something. Otherwise, how am I supposed to trust you?” My eyes dropped, I knew damn well that I had messed up. “Think its best if you call it an early night, while I get everything cleaned up.” I hadn’t looked at the clock recently, but the sun was barely setting in the horizon. “But, I’m not tired.” I mumbled. “No buts, this time you do as you are told.” She already had the covers of my bed pulled aside, before guiding me off the table and onto the mattress. “But, Mom.” She pulled the curtain, closing out the sun and leaving the room mostly covered in darkness. “Hush now.” Pushing a pacifier between my lips, she finished off by giving me a gentle kiss on the forehead, before exiting the room and closing the door behind her, leaving me alone in the dark, except for the soft blue glow of the PITZONE sticker on the wall. “Put to bed early as a punishment by your Mommy, because you’ve been a bad boy, isn’t exactly where you would expect to find yourself in your mid-twenties, is it?” The birds were still chipping away outside, as I laid there feeling rather sorry for myself, but also completely aware of what I had done and how I had disappointed Mom. Surprisingly it didn’t take long before my eyes started going heavy and I drifted off to sleep.

No wrestling knowledge or interest is necessary to enjoy this story of humiliation, regression, and babying so don't worry if you don't like wrestling --- If Michael thought he was going to get out of his stipulation easily he is shown just how wrong he is. He finds a very unwelcome surprise when he goes downstairs and then even more unwelcome surpises soon after. --- 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. My Patreon now has an option for annual membership. That means you can pay for a full year up front and not worry about it for 12 months! I'm also offering a 16% discount (the maximum Patreon will allow) which essentially gives you two months for free! If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- When Michael finally woke up the next day he immediately had to shield his eyes from the bright light that streamed through the curtains. As the memories of the previous day came back to him he groaned. He was aching quite a bit from the match but the biggest bruises were to his sizable ego. He reached over to his wife’s side of the bed but found it empty and cold, Sophie must’ve got up some time ago. Michael was about to roll over and go back to sleep when he heard laughter from the bottom floor of the house. It sounded unusual, it wasn’t Sophie’s normal laugh that was for sure. Michael sat up and swung his legs out of bed, his body still felt sore from the night before. He put his dressing gown on as he thought about the conversation he had with his wife. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do but it couldn’t be true that the contract was unbreakable, maybe he would be able to reason with Alyssa and get released from it. He would try to contact her a bit later once he had worked out what to say. Michael yawned as he went to the bathroom to go through his normal morning routine. Once he had showered he felt a lot better and it was with a bit more spring in his step that he put his robe back on and went downstairs. He walked down the hallway and heard noises coming from the kitchen that made him pause, it sounded like Sophie was having a conversation. Opening the kitchen door Michael’s eyes flew wide open and he almost fell over from shock. He grabbed hold of the doorframe as he looked at the kitchen table where his wife was sitting and chatting to Alyssa! “Oh, hello Michael!” Alyssa said brightly when she looked around. “We were just talking about you.” Sophie added as she sipped her coffee. “I… What are you doing here?” Michael asked pointedly. “Don’t be so rude.” Sophie chastised her husband, “I’m sorry about him, I really am. Sit down, Michael. I’ll make you some breakfast.” Michael stepped forwards and sat down. Alyssa was looking at him with a smug smile when she blew the steam coming off her coffee. Michael noticed that the visitor was using his favoured mug. He didn’t know what was going on and he didn’t like being left out of the loop especially after what had happened the previous day. “Are you feeling alright?” Alyssa asked, “I didn’t hurt you too bad I hope.” “I’m fine.” Michael replied. He didn’t want to show Alyssa that she had hit a nerve but he couldn’t help blushing. Michael’s breakfast was placed in front of him and he started eating despite not feeling particularly hungry. Alyssa and Sophie were getting on very well, they were talking almost like old friends whilst Michael sat silently on the other side of the table. He ate as fast as he could with the hope that once he was done he could usher Alyssa out. “I can see that you’re not wearing a diaper.” Alyssa said casually when the conversation slowed down. Michael was already red and he almost choked on his cereal when Alyssa mentioned the word “diaper”. To Michaels shock and frustration Sophie giggled. “I take it you filled it up and had to…” Alyssa started to continue. “I did not!” Michael interrupted indignantly, “I ripped that thing off as soon as I could.” “Tsk, tsk…” Alyssa shook her head, “You’re breaking rules already? What a naughty baby.” Michael frowned at the guest but was distracted when Sophie burst out laughing. She covered her mouth with one hand and waved the other in front of her face it looked like she was trying to say sorry but couldn’t get it out. Michael was only left angrier at his wife’s reaction, she was supposed to be on his side. He slammed his fist on the table and then decided diplomacy might be the better option. “I wanted to say congratulations.” Michael forced his face into a smile, “Alyssa, you beat me fair and square. Don’t you think we could drop this whole diaper thing? It just seems so unnecessary, maybe I can give you some money or something.” Alyssa sipped from her coffee again. She knew Michael was waiting on tenterhooks and she enjoyed letting him hang there for a while. Michael looked over to her wife who was just looking down at the table with pursed lips. He wondered how long Alyssa had been here and what they had been talking about. “No.” Alyssa said simply. “Th-That’s it?” Michael leaned back and shrugged in exasperation, “You’re being totally unreasonable!” “Unreasonable?” Alyssa finally put her drink down, “What seems unreasonable to me would be agreeing to something, signing a contract to do it and then trying to weasel out afterwards.” Michael rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air. He didn’t know what he could possibly offer Alyssa to get out of this situation. Almost immediately Alyssa’s face became serious and she stood up pushing her chair out behind her. Michael felt a little intimidated by the sudden change, out of the corner of his eye he saw Sophie giving Alyssa a strange look but it wasn’t of fear. “You should be thanking me for not immediately phoning my lawyer and taking your house!” Alyssa shouted, “The fact you’re still arguing shows how little you seem to care. That ends now.” Alyssa marched around the table and Michael instinctively flinched. The intimidating woman grabbed Michael’s arm and pulled him off the chair. Michael shouldn’t have been surprised at Alyssa’s power but he was. He stumbled as she pulled him towards his own living room. The door was already open and Michael was shoved inside. “What the hell!?” Michael couldn’t stop himself from exclaiming as he saw all the boxes in the room. The room was full of boxes. It was too much for Michael to take in at once but he saw a picture of a highchair on the side of one box and a crib in another amongst a plethora of other bright colours, boxes were piled several high and scattered around the room. As Michael’s shocked brain tried to process everything he noticed that on the floor in front of the boxes was a baby blue plastic mat. “I’ve been doing some shopping since you’re going to need to make some changes… in more ways than one!” Alyssa laughed at her own joke. Michael was still processing everything when Sophie casually strolled in and sat on the couch pushing a box to the other end. Michael saw perhaps his final hope of salvaging his dignity from this whole debacle. “Sophie?” Michael said delicately, “You’re not going to let her do this, are you?” Sophie was sitting back and she just shrugged her shoulders. She moved one leg over the other and looked from Alyssa to Michael and back again. Michael was desperate for her to try and reason with Alyssa but she didn’t seem inclined to. This was all so crazy, he could only imagine what the boys in the locker room would say if they could see this. “Come on then. No time like the present.” Alyssa said brightly as she walked over and crouched down next to the plastic mat. “But-” Michael started. “I swear if you try and delay this any longer I will call my lawyers and you can start packing up your things.” Alyssa suddenly sounded very serious. Michael was still in shock but he knew he was cornered. There was nowhere to go and despite hesitating for a few seconds he realised that surrender was the only option. He couldn’t believe he was going along with this but he stepped forwards and then laid down on the changing mat. The smiling face of Alyssa filled his vision and she wasted no time in pulling the cord of the dressing gown apart and opening it up. Michael instinctively covered his genitals despite being exposed the previous night. Alyssa slapped his hands and forcibly placed them by his side leaving Michael completely exposed. She suddenly flicked Michael’s limp penis causing the embarrassed man to jump. “You poor woman.” Alyssa turned to Sophie, “You know I have some toys that would do a better job than this. Some of them are two-player…” Michael was shocked at the implication but as he lifted his head he thought he saw his wife blushing slightly and smiling. Michael felt like all the foundations of his life were shaking and he was forced to question everything he knew. Alyssa pushed his head back down against the floor and then ripped open a packet of diapers. Michael could barely dare to look but he forced himself to turn his head and see the thick diapers that were about to be wrapped around him. The padding looked predictably thick but what really shocked him were the little cartoon designs all over the outer plastic. “The first diaper of many.” Alyssa looked like she was in her element, “Just think, Michael. Once this goes on you’ll only be out of them for bath times!” Michael cringed as he thought about what a year in diapers would be like. There must surely be a way out of this, he just had to humour Alyssa until she got bored and released him from this infantilised nightmare. Alyssa took a long time opening the diaper and flattening it out. She knew that every second tormented Michael and enjoyed letting him experience the agony for as long as possible. She eventually placed her arm underneath Michael’s knees and then rolled him back so his feet overhung his head. She pushed the diaper underneath his butt and then lowered him down on top of it. The face Michael was making made Alyssa smile widely as she slowly lifted the front and covered his crotch up. She deliberately leaned on his dick as she pulled the tapes tight and closed the diaper. She placed a hand on the puffed out padding and pushed causing the air to escape. Every little torture she could inflict on Michael made the situation all the sweeter. “There you go. That isn’t so bad, is it?” Alyssa asked sarcastically. To Michael this felt like the end of everything he knew. His wife was now watching him getting emasculated and seemed perfectly content to go along with all of this. He had felt so sure that nothing would come of that stupid stipulation but now it looked like it was taking over his life. The great piles of baby equipment Alyssa had bought only seemed to make this treatment feel all the more permanent. “Your Mommy and I need to discuss some things.” Alyssa said happily, “Be a good boy and start putting some of this furniture together, OK?” Michael scoffed. As if he was going to help put together the very things that were used to humiliate him. He sat up and folded his arms across his chest in silent defiance. It was clear that Alyssa saw his small attempt at standing up for himself and was ready to quickly put it down. Alyssa grabbed Michael’s arm and dragged him across the floor towards the couch. Michael flailed but he was no match for the very strong woman. His diaper crinkled loudly as he kicked out his legs. He was hoisted up and didn’t know what was happening until he found himself lying face down over Alyssa’s lap. Michael’s face ended up over Sophie’s legs thanks to where she was sitting and as he turned his face towards her he saw her look down on him with contempt. Michael felt Alyssa’s strong arm on his back holding him down. He had a moment to think before the first spank arrived. He gasped in shock and jerked forwards as Alyssa slapped his backside. The plastic of the diaper made a loud noise that echoed around the living room. The first spank was followed by a second and Michael started feeling a stinging sensation on his rear end. A third, fourth and fifth followed and Michael felt humiliation saturating him. He thought he was about to drown in shame. After ten spanks the punishment finally ended and Michael pushed himself off Alyssa’s lap. He put a hand on his burning rear end as he stood in front of her in shock. Alyssa stood up in front of him with the same serene smile as usual, it didn’t look like she had even broken a sweat. “Are you going to do as you’re told?” Alyssa asked Michael with raised eyebrows. Michael nodded his head and looked down at the floor fearfully. He felt like he had woken up as confident as ever and yet in such a short time period had been reduced to what he was now. He looked at the boxes without wanting to touch any of them, he knew he would have to get to work because Alyssa was serious about this. “Come on.” Alyssa said to Sophie, “We have much to talk about.” Michael stood by meekly as Alyssa led Sophie out of the room. He was left alone and took a deep shuddering breath as the humiliation of what had happened washed over him. After a minute he realised that if Alyssa came back and he hadn’t put anything together he might be in even more trouble. Michael saw that the nearest box, and one of the biggest, was for a playpen. With a shiver Michael started opening the box and poured the contents on to the floor. The instructions were confusing but Michael started to make some headway after a while. After ten minutes he had started to put the poles together and after thirty minutes he had completed one side of the baby prison. As he looked at the white bars without enthusiasm he wondered what his wife and Alyssa were up to. It felt like ages had passed and they hadn’t come back, he would normally go looking for them but he thought better of it. Halfway through putting up the second side of the pen the living room door opened and Michael was mildly surprised to see Sophie’s head poke around the door. Her cheeks looked a little rosy and she was smiling in a strange sort of way. She looked over to Michael and either the forlorn look on his face or the playpen he was building caused her to start giggling. Michael watched indignantly and did his best to cover the embarrassing diaper. “Alyssa and I are heading upstairs.” Sophie laughed again and had to briefly pause to compose herself. “Why?” Michael asked with a hint of concern. “Oh, we just need to put furniture together and stuff…” Sophie said with a shrug. “Stuff?” Michael repeated suspiciously. “Well, I mean…” Sophie started. “You don’t need to answer him.” Alyssa’s voice came from the hallway, “Babies only get to know what you want them to know.” “Right.” Sophie said as she giggled again, “If you need us just yell or cry or do whatever you babies do.” “But-” Michael reached out but it was already too late. Alyssa had closed the door and he heard banging as boxes were dragged upstairs shortly afterwards.

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Might be able to announce the winners sooner than expected I make no promises though, especially since everyone is enjoying the wait so much ;)

Hi there, folks! I'm excited to be able to bring you the newest chapter of Tracey's Story! And if you haven't already, please feel free to check out my other stories as well, the two newest, other than this one, being Home Alone, and Youth Center! And please, consider taking the time to leave a comment and/or review, and that truly does make my day. Tracey's Story ( Chapter 8 ) by Panther Cub "Are you excited, sweetie?" Katherine asked her daughter as she was, once more carrying her on her hip, patting her lightly padded backside. Tracey chewed on her binky and slowly nodded, feeling a little reluctant. On the one paw, she always loved swimming in the lake. On the other, she was worried about how her cousins were planning on messing with her. Not much that they can do to me once I'm in the water though! Tracey thought with a smirk, that Katherine saw and misinterpreted. "There's my little kitten's pretty smile," she said, booping Tracey on her nose. Recently, this action had yet to fail to elicit a response of giggles from the teen tigress. Tracey then found herself sat on her bed, her dress being lifted over her head. "Oh! Did baby Tracey not make it to the potty in time?" Tracey heard one of her cousins' voices, her view obstructed by the white cloth of her sundress. Soon, she was just sitting there in her paw up, arms instinctively crossed over her chest while she glared at Lena, who was smiling with her paws behind her back, looking innocent. Lena was wearing her green one-piece swimsuit. "Oh, no, dear," Katherine said, pausing as she took a moment to examine her daughter's undergarment. "Mommy!" Tracey said, blushing, her binky falling out. "Sorry, Kitten, it just doesn't hurt to check." Katherine then turned to address her niece, smiling when she saw Tina had joined them, now also with her paws behind her back, smiling. "I'm just getting Tracey all ready to have some fun in the lake. We even got her an adorable new swimsuit!" "Oh, so does that mean that Tracey needs to be changed into one of her swim diapers?" Tina asked, now the one under the teen tigress' glare. She was wearing a fiery orange swimsuit. Tracey was confident that her mother was about to correct the twin terrors... which proved false as she saw her mom nodding her head. "Absolutely." "Mommy, no!" Tracey whined, knowing that she was sounding like a whining toddler, and unable to help it. "Oh, Kitten," Tracey's mom consoled her with a hug, "it's just to make sure that you don't have an accident in your new pretty swimsuit. Wetting it isn't such a big deal, but if you were to make a poopie in it, I doubt that we could clean it well enough to use again." Tracey whimpered even though she was being held and stroked by her mother. She opened her mouth to try and voice her objections, but was immediately silenced by Tina who had picked up her binky from where it had landed on the bed. Those two are way too good at this! Tracey thought as she physically started to relax again while nursing her binky. She found herself being gently laid down on her bed. "Can we change her into the swim diaper?" Lena asked, her and her sister still holding their paws behind their backs. "I don't see why not girls... but what do you have behind your backs?" Katherine asked. The two exchanged a look and smiled, both pulling out and holding up a water wing, already inflated. "Oh! That is so thoughtful girls!" she said, leaning down and hugging them. Tracey, trying to will herself to move, could only turn her head to look, and started to whine again, catching her mother's attention. "Mommy, I can swim just fine! I don't need water wings!" Tracey said, focusing on trying to speak as clearly as possible, and managing to only lisp a little. "You sure can," Katherine said, taking both inflated circles from her nieces and she stood back up and approached her reluctant daughter. "But this way, we can be sure that you are extra safe. Now, let's see about getting you ready for some fun in the lake!" Tracey could do nothing but lay there as her mother directed her cousins. First, to get out one of her swim diapers. It had cartoons of seahorses on it, which of course, made the twins coo condescendingly. They then tore the sides of her paw-up off, balling it up and throwing it in the ever trusty diaper pail. They worked in tandem to lift up Tracey's legs and slide said thicker padding underneath. Of course, next came the baby powder, which once more tickled Tracey's nose. Her legs lowered, the front of the diaper was pulled up and taped into place. Then, at the twins' pushing, Tracey was rolled over so that the back tape could be taken care of over her tail. That done, Katherine examined their handiwork. "Excellent work, girls! Tracey isn't going to have to worry about any leaks!" Katherine patted Tracey's bottom, making the tigress roll over, before pulling her in a sitting position. Tracey was confused about what was to happen next, until she saw the bright pink one-piece bathing suit her mother was holding, correctly assuming that she was about to be dressed. What she had been unaware of was that this swimsuit, designed with MSers in mind, was like a swimsuit onesie. It was pulled over Tracey's head, her arms finding themselves out of the arm holes. Tracey was then pushed back down so that her mother could have an easier time with the snaps at the crotch. Then there was just the strap above her tail to button, and it was done. Tina and Lena quickly pushed the water wings up her arms when she wasn't expecting it, much to Tracey's grumbling. Standing up, her legs wider apart than when she was in her paw-ups, Tracey turned and looked at herself in the mirror. The pink swimsuit had a bright yellow smiling starfish on the tummy. The water wings actually matched it. To Tracey, it looked ridiculous and childish, especially with the snaps in the crotch visible, what with being bright blue. "Awww, it just looks so adorable!" Katherine said, hugging and nuzzling her daughter before turning them to face her cousins. "And you girls did such a good job in helping Tracey get ready. What do we say, Kitten?" Tracey was floored at how much she was being treated like a little cub, and the smug smiles on her cousins' faces were certainly not helping. However, between the natural calming effect her binky was having on her, and the cuddling from her mother, Tracey, tail swishing in frustration, felt a natural compulsion to obey her mother. "F-fank you, Tina and Wena," Tracey said, feeling her blush underneath her fur. The twins giggled. "Anything for our favorite little cousin," they said in unison. Which was both infuriating... and a little creepy. "Now, how about you girls take Tracey out to play in the lake while Uncle Paul, your mother, and I get ourselves ready? Just make sure she doesn't try to go into any water deeper than her hips." Katherine said as she let her daughter go, nudging her forward with pats to her bottom. "Mommy, I can swim!" Tracey whined, barely registering that the twins had taken both of her paws. "I know you can, Kitten, but it'll be safer when we're out there to keep an eye on you." Tracey grumbled around her binky as she was led out the door and down the stairs. Once they were outside on the grass, Tracey tried to shake Tina and Lena's paws loose. "You can wet go of me now, I don't need to be wed by the paw," she grumbled, growling a little at their tittering laughs. "What kind of babysitters would we be if we let our baby cousin run around on her own?" Lena asked, condescending. "Yeah, you could fall and hurt yourself. Or you could use your diaper and wander off to go play without someone checking to see if you need a new one first!" Tina added in obviously mock seriousness, before laughing. "Waff while you can, 'cause I'm gunna get you two back!" Tracey said, blushing and growing some more as this only made the twins laugh even more. "Unlikely," they said in unison, before Lena continued, as Tracey was led into the water. "Mom explained to us about how it works for those of you with MS. The more you get babied, the more you start acting like a baby. It's just how your brain and even your body are wired. You'll keep going until you hit your limit. Different MSers have different limits, and we're gunna find yours!" "When we do, it'll be a permanent trip to Babytown for you." Tina chimed in, splashing Tracey. "And we're not afraid of any baby, no matter how big of a baby you may be." "And before you know it, we'll be out to visit, undoubtedly babysitting you from time to time." Lena said, letting go of Tracey's paw as well and reaching over to poke Tracey in the front of her padding. "But don't worry, we won't mind changing you, feeding you, making sure you take your nap and go to bed when you're supposed to, even give you baths." "And even when we aren't there, that's gunna be your daily life. Oh sure, you might be able to potty-train again, but that's doubtful. And even if you do, you'll always just some babytalk and a bottle away from not making it to the potty on time." Tina added in. Tracey was now starting to feel frustrated, and started to splash at them in retaliation. "Dat's not gunna happen!" she said, stomping her foot in the water in frustration. "Oh really?" Lena asked, now looking innocent. "The last time we all came here, did we have to put you in a swim diaper? And did you have to wear a regular diaper on the ride over?" Tracey stopped, blushing, trying to think of a retort and failing miserably. "Did you need to sleep in diapers then? Or in a bed with rails? And how often did Auntie Katherine have to dress you?" Tina asked, grabbing Tracey's tail and playing with it. "B-but," Tracey tried to defend, her binky going double-time. "And it's only gunna go downhill from here. So, here's our deal," Lena said, confidently striding over, making splish-splash sounds as she did so, her smile widening ever so slightly when she saw her physically older cousin shrink back a little from her advance. "We can push you further down the baby hole... or, you can be a good little girl and agree to do what we say." "Meaning if one of us offers you a baba, you accept it, no fuss," Tina said from behind Tracey, making her jump a little as she still played with her cousin's tail. "And if we ask to check you to see if you need to be changed, you comply." "Basically, you simply need to agree to recognize us as your babysitters, and do what we tell you, and we won't push you down to your limit. You can just find it on your own." Lena finished, stopping a foot away from Tracey. Tracey whined and her binky was bobbing in and out of her mouth doubletime as she internally panicked. She blinked away tears as she started to shake her head no. But, despite this, her voice, sounding so small and scared, mumbled out "'Kay." The twins heard it, and both simultaneously hugged Tracey. "Good girl!" Tina praised her. "You made the right choice, Tracey. And don't you worry, we won't have any trouble changing your diapers." Lena said, patting Tracey's padded backside. "B-but you said you weren't gunna push me!" "We aren't," the twins said, both rolling their eyes. "We are gunna let you come to terms with yourself while offering our full support, just like our mom said." Tina smiled as she said this, and Lena opened her mouth to speak, when they were surprised by another voice. "Awww, you girls are so sweet," Peggy said, wearing her black two-piece bikini as she started to wade into the water with the girls. Tracey noted not only how she should be wearing a bikini instead of this swimsuit onesies and diaper, but also how the water is hip-deep for her, is only just past her aunt's knees. Peggy reached over suddenly, and picked Tracey up under her arms. "And you are just too cute for words, Sugar Pie!" Peggy planted a kiss on Tracey's cheek, before wading in deeper, cradling the teen tigress in her massive arms. The twins followed, giggling, as their mother let Tracey go, but stayed near, reminding her to kick with her legs. If this doesn't let up soon, I'm gunna kick someone instead, Tracey thought to herself, not feeling brave enough to say as much out loud. She felt somewhat relieved when her parents joined them, Tracey noticing how her mother was wearing a red bikini, and her father in swim trunks, and felt a pang of jealousy. Despite her misgivings and how patronized and ridiculous she felt, Tracey started to find that she was enjoying herself. Swimming out in the lake in the afternoon, playing Mewco Polo with her parents and aunt and, very reluctantly, with the twins. All too soon, the adults announced that it was time to head back, and Tracey found herself being led by both paws by the twins again. She did nothing to struggle, afraid of what they might try to pull if she did. "Auntie Katherine, can we check Tracey's diaper to see if she needs a change?" Tina asked. "Well sure, but let's wait until we get up to the bathroom first. Tracey's going to need a bath to wash away all this lake water and whatever might be in it." Katherine said as she took a towel and started to dry Tracey off. "Oooh! Can we help! We didn't get to play with the baby as much as we wanted out in the lake!" Lena added in. Tracey blushed, but kept a tight lid on her still-pacified mouth. "Awww, alright. But only so long as you keep the splashing to the minimum and keep the water from getting all over the tiled floor." "We will!" they both said, while Tracey rolled her eyes. Despite her worry back in the lake, Tracey hadn't made the deal lightly. She had studied up on MS when she was first diagnosed and was already well acquainted with the limit. While it is true that she is afraid of just where her own limit was on the scale for Msers, she knew that she more than likely wasn't too far away from it. And she felt more secure knowing that those whose limit is practically an infant, don't usually have to worry long about it, as they can work back "up" after a while. She had weighed her options and reasoned that the deal was mostly in her favor. Yes, the twins would still embarrass her as they coddled and babied her. But, it would be dialed back than if they were actively trying to trigger her condition. What's more, they and her aunt only ever saw her and her parents a pawful of times each year. She reflected on this as she was dried off some by her mother and led inside and up the stairs to the bathroom. She blushed and froze when the twins worked together to unsnap her swimsuit and remove her water wings. With her swim diaper exposed, Tracey braced herself, and therefore didn't make a sound as they checked her. "Clean and dry," Tina remarked. "For now," Lena responded. Just then, Katherine entered. "How's her diaper?" Katherine asked, pulling Tracey close in a hug and checking herself. "She's all clean, Auntie Katherine!" they announced. "Good girl," Katherine praised, nuzzling Tracey's head, before helping her undress. Tracey blushed and covered herself as she stood there, naked. Suddenly, her mother guided her to the toilet, having her sit down on it. "Now you sit there and try to go potty while we get your bath ready." "I can tell when I have to potty, Mommy!" Tracey said, suddenly, blushing as she realized what she had just said. "I know you can, I just want to make sure that you don't need to potty while in the tub, Kitten." Katherine said this gently, and Tracey simply lowered her eyes. "Yes, Mommy," Tracey said. With that, her mother and cousins worked on filling the tub in green-apple scented bubble bath. Tracey, still humiliated, found that she did need to go to the bathroom and, after a few seconds of trying, did just that. Her humiliation doubled as her mother had her lean forward and proceeded to wipe her with a baby wipe. The twins simply cooed and praised her for being such a big girl. Biting her tongue, Tracey allowed herself to be led to the tub, and be picked up and lowered in. How is Mommy this strong? She's gotta be working out more. Tracey thought to herself as her fur was gently scrubbed by three sets of paws, quite thoroughly. Once that was over, her mother asked her if she wanted to stay in and play with some toys, to which Tracey quickly refused. Chuckling, Katherine drained the water and got a big fluffy towel ready while Tina and Lena worked on rinsing Tracey off. The soggy tigress was grateful to be wrapped in the towel and dried. Thinking that her mother was going to take the towel away and let her climb out of the tun, Tracey was surprised to find herself swaddled in the towel, being carried by her mother out into the hall and into her room. She could hear her father and aunt laughing downstairs as she was set down. "Here you go, Tracey!" Lena was excitedly, holding open one of Tracey's Paw-Ups open. Grumbling under her breath, she stepped into them and let her cousin pull them up the rest of the way, and adjust the strap and tail hole in the back, after Tina was finished pulling the back out and dusting her with some baby powder. "Oh, girls, you are just so sweet!" Katherine gushed, finding all of this to be downright adorable. "Auntie Katherine, isn't it time to dress Tracey in her bunny onesie? I'm sure mom would love to see how much Tracey will enjoy her new jammies," Tina said, looking innocent as can be. "Excellent idea, sweetie." Katherine didn't need to say anymore, as the twins simultaneously rushed over to the dresser and grabbed said onesies from where it was sitting, folded on top. With Tina hopping up on the bed, they worked in tandem to open and work the onesie onto Tracey, who was actively trying not to fuss or struggle. Once her head popped through the bunny hood and her arms through the sleeves, Tina hopped down to guide Tracey's swishing tail through the hole in the back, and Lena set about buttoning all the snaps. Stepping back, they admired the unamused tigress, standing there in her grey bunny onesie, her hood up with the large ears pointing straight up. "OOOH! I just know that your auntie is going to want to take so many pictures!" Katherine said with a squeal. Oh great... photographic evidence... I'm sure I'm going to appreciate being reminded of this down the road... Tracey thought as she was led downstairs, internally bracing herself for more fawning. And there you have it! I certainly hope that you enjoyed the chapter! Tune in next time for more!

Part 3 When Deb entered the room, I was lying in Erica's lap with my sperm all over my body. She was topless and all I had on was the diaper. After Deb shouted at her younger sister, both Erica and I scurried around to cover ourselves up. She put her bra and dress back on. I picked up my clothes and ran out the door to the restroom. Deb just stood there with her hands on her hips waiting for an explanation as to what was going on."Deb," Erica pleaded, "you can't tell anyone about this. Please?""I don't know what I am going to do," Deb replied. "James has been looking for you. He is ready to leave. I guess we'll talk about this later."With that, Erica gathered the baby and their belongings, and headed outside. I walked out of the restroom and grabbed my son. Deb just looked at me and nodded her head as I left the nursery. She was stunned and disappointed at what she had seen."You are going to hear from me too," she said angrily.Erica and Jim were gathering up their stuff to leave when I got outside of the church. I made sure Jim did not see me. Karen was still chatting with her friend; she barely noticed I was gone. I asked her if she was ready to leave.We packed up our things and got in our car to go home. We both commented on the way home on how we had such a good time, and that our picnics are always so much fun.Several days passed without any mention of what happened at the picnic. "I suppose Deb is keeping her promise of not telling anyone," I thought. "I certainly would have heard about it by now if she told someone." That afternoon, I received a call on my cell phone from Erica. "Oh, great," I thought."Hello," I answered."Mike, this is Erica.""Hey, uh, how are you?""Fine," she said. Just wanted to let you know that Deb wants you and me to meet with her tomorrow morning at 8:00 to talk about the situation. Can you meet at my house at 8:00?""Yeah, I guess so. I can call in late to work. Does anyone else know, Erica?""No. Deb hasn't told anyone yet. She said that she wanted to find out the whole story before she did anything about it.""OK. I will see you at 8:00 tomorrow then. Bye."I was not very productive at work for the rest of that afternoon, nor was I very talkative at home that evening. I couldn't get my mind off of what would happen the next morning.I awoke at 6:30 from my bed after a restless night. I went through my usual morning routine and headed out the door at my usual time. I arrived at Erica's house at about 7:45 that morning. Before pulling into the driveway, I made sure Jim's car was gone. He had already left, but Deb had already arrived as well.I shut my car door, and walked up the driveway onto the porch. I rang the doorbell and Erica answered the door with her pajamas still on. "Wow!" I thought, "She looks good even when she gets out of bed." She was wearing a cotton two-piece outfit. The top was light green with blue stripes. It came down to her waist and buttoned down the center. The bottom was matching shorts which came down to middle of her thighs. Erica had a nice tan body and was medium build. She is about 5'3" and very compact, meaning she had good-sized breasts and ass.She invited me into the living room, where Deb was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee. Erica sat down and requested I do the same."Would you like anything to drink, Mike? Coffee? Water?""No thanks," I replied."Well," Deb started, "Who wants to explain what I saw in the nursery?" She folded her arms and looked at both of us."I will," I said."You see Deb; it all started about 3 years ago after Lucy was born. Karen and I came over to see Erica's new house one afternoon. Erica answered the door and said Lucy was crying because she was nursing her when we came over. Since then, I have been very attracted to Erica. Specifically, I wanted Erica to fulfill my teen fantasy of breastfeeding from a woman, and being treated like a baby.""Well," I continued, "around last Christmas time, Jim invited me over for dinner as my wife was out of town. When I showed up for dinner, Jim was not here. He had to work. The baby had trouble eating that day, so she let me drink her milk.""I also put a diaper on him," Erica said with a smile."Did you guys have sex?" Deb asked bluntly."Um, yes, we did," I replied shamefully."Don't you two love your spouses?" Deb asked."I love Karen very much, but Erica and I just got caught up in the moment. Karen doesn't really care for my fantasy, and Erica was into it.""I love Jim too, but I have always been attracted to Mike. We were just afraid to tell each other until that day when he came over for dinner.""I see," Deb said. "So, did you guys plan the meeting in the nursery?""I kind of thought it might happen," Erica said, "but Mike didn't. He walked into the nursery to check in on his son, when he found me changing little Jimmy's diaper. I told him that Jimmy was not eating enough, and that he could breastfeed again if he wanted. He locked the door, and I took him into the nursing room and breastfed him. I also brought a special diaper in case I got the chance to change him.""Hmm, well," Deb hesitated, "I don't think it will help anybody if I tell Jim or Karen about what I saw. It is obvious that both of you love your mates and I wouldn't want to be responsible for causing any trouble in your marriages.""Thank you, Deb, so much," I said. I was worried that you were going to rat us out."Yeah, thanks, sis," Erica quickly replied."Wait, I am not finished," Deb piped in. "You guys have to promise me something before I promise not to tell anyone.""What is it Deb?" Erica and I both asked."Well, when I walked in on you two, I was upset, but I was also turned on. I want to breastfeed Mike also. I know, I know, I don't have any children and am not expressing milk, but I have always wondered what it would feel like to have a baby. After all, I want to have children of my own some day. Erica, I want you to show me how to take care of a baby, and Mike is going to be my baby. Then, we will have a deal.""Wow! Sounds like a good deal to me!" I quickly snickered."OK," Erica said. "Just tell me what you want to know and what you want Mike to do.""To start, Erica and me can go upstairs and get me the right clothing. Mike, I want you to lie on the living room floor. After a few minutes, Mike, I want you to start crying like a baby.""Alright," we both agreed as they went upstairs while I got comfortable on the floor.Deb and Erica entered Erica's bedroom. Deb wanted a nursing bra and a different top to wear. Deb was wearing a tight sweater and a push-up bra, which was not conducive to nursing a baby. She almost exclusively wore push-up bras, and everyone who knew her appreciated that. Deb was also short like Erica, but a little heavier. The bra was a little small on Deb, as Deb was probably a 42D. They got their big chests from their mother, also a knockout. She wore the undersized nursing bra anyways, and Erica helped her look for a top to wear. Erica really had nothing that fit her, so Deb decided on a pink bathrobe. Deb put on the bra, slipped out of her slacks, and put the bathrobe on. Then, they started down the hall towards the stairs.As I heard them walking in the upstairs hallway, I began to cry like a baby. "Waaa!! Waaa!!" I cried. I thought this request was a little strange, but was happy to comply.Erica explained to Deb that I was probably hungry. She told her that babies eat about every 3-4 hours. They walked into the living room and looked down at me crying on the blanket I laid on the floor."Is baby hungry?" Erica asked. "Aunt Deb is going to feed you. Is that OK?""Actually, Erica," Deb chimed in, "I want you to show me how first. Then, I'll try.""OK, Deb.""Mike, come sit by mommy on the couch. It's time to nurse.""I usually pick the baby up and bring him over to the couch and lay the baby in my lap. But since Mike is a big baby, he can walk over to the couch himself."I walked over to the couch and sat in the middle. Erica sat to my right in one corner of the couch, and Deb sat on my left in the other corner of the couch. I didn't know exactly what would transpire that day, but it was looking good so far. I was sitting in between two hot sisters in their twenties who both wanted to breastfeed me."Now watch me closely," Erica said."First, I grab a pillow and lay it in my lap. Second, I lay baby's head down on the pillow. Next, I unsnap my shirt and push it away from my body, so it doesn't get in my way. Then I grab the snap by my shoulder and release the cup of the bra. Push the cup all the way open, so baby can easily access the nipple. Finally, I grab my bare breast and direct the nipple towards the baby's mouth. I rub the nipple against the baby's lips, which automatically opens his mouth. Once his mouth opens and finds the nipple, he instinctively sucks, eventually receiving my milk."I was enjoying this very much, as I was sucking away on Erica's breasts while Deb was listening to Erica's instructions. I opened my eyes while I was nursing and saw that Erica and Deb were watching me drink. They both smiled when I opened my eyes. Deb had gotten up off the couch and was leaning over me, and I could see down her bathrobe. I could tell that her breasts were popping out of Erica's nursing bra. Erica rubbed my face with her hand, and I closed my eyes again and dug in to her breast.Deb sat back down on the couch and rested my legs on her lap while I breastfed from her sister. She then began to massage my thighs and calves. When she noticed my erection, she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants."Now you should be more comfortable, Mike," Deb said.She went back to rubbing my legs as I finished Erica's right breast."OK, Deb," Erica said, "This one's empty of milk. Is it OK if I give him my other one or are you ready to give it a try?""I think I am ready," Deb replied. "You can give him the other one later."I rose up from Erica's lap as she snapped her nursing bra and buttoned her shirt back up. I waited for Deb to give me instructions before I made my next move."OK, Mike," Deb ordered, "Lay on my lap. Aunt Deb is going to feed you now."I laid my head in Deb's lap. I grabbed a pillow and put behind my head as she forgot. I reached up and rubbed the robe she was wearing waiting for her to make the next move.She reached her hands down by her waist and grabbed the belt which tied the bathrobe together. She slowly untied the belt and began opening the robe. I bit my lip with excitement as I started seeing more and more of Deb's upper body. I could tell she was very tentative, but also very excited. She pulled the robe away from her body and got herself comfortable. She lifted my body off of her legs so I wouldn't be lying on the robe. I laid my head back down and saw that she had no pants on. I looked down and noticed her red underwear. Deb had a real nice body, as she was a former cheerleader. She had gained a few pounds around her waist, but she was still very firm. The bra she had on was identical to the one Erica had on at the picnic. She tucked her hair behind her ears, and grabbed the snap with her hand."Oh, Aunt Deb, nurse me," I begged.She fumbled with the snap a little before the cup opened. She pulled the fabric away from her body, revealing the hard breast she had been covering. Her nipples were already hard, as she was turned on by the situation. I didn't wait for her to direct her breast into my mouth. I rubbed my face all over her tit before latching on to the nipple. I took as much breast into my mouth as it could handle and began to suck on her."Mmm," I moaned as I enjoyed the dry nursing as much as the wet."It feels so good to have someone suck on Aunt Deb's titties," she replied.Erica moved closer as I sucked on her sister's breasts. I looked at her and could tell she was getting turned on. She took off my socks and shoes, and slid my pants off of my legs. She then began fondling my penis and caressing my balls.As Erica was tending to my erection, I looked up and could tell Deb was in some discomfort. I unlatched from her breast."Is something wrong, Deb?" I asked."Um, yeah, this bra is hurting me. It is too tight.""OK," I replied, "Get up and I'll take it off for you."Deb agreed and I sat up out of her lap. She stood up and dropped the robe to the floor."Deb, go ahead and sit back down and keep feeding Mike," Erica said, "You never want to interrupt your baby breastfeeding. I'll take care of the bra for you."Deb sat back down and laid my head back in her lap. I latched back on as Erica leaned her sister forward."Lean forward, Deb," Erica ordered.Erica reached for the hooks of Deb's bra and released the bra from her body. Erica slid the straps of the bra off her sister's shoulders and laid the bra on my head."Does that feel better, sis?""Yes, much better Erica. Thank you"Erica went back to playing with me as I tossed the bra on the floor. I grabbed Deb's other breast and began to massage it."That feels sooo good, Mike. Please don't stop," Deb pleaded.After a few more minutes of pleasing Deb and her pleasing me, Erica was getting a little jealous of all the attention Deb and I were getting."I think we need more room," Erica said, "What do you say we take this upstairs?"Deb and I both agreed and we all got off the couch. Erica was still fully clothed, I had only my boxers on, and Deb only had her underwear on. I grabbed my clothes as we all went up the stairs."OK," Erica said to Deb, "I think you've got the breastfeeding part down. Now you need to practice changing the baby's diaper.""Sure," Deb agreed. "Do you have any more diapers for Mike?""Of course I do," Erica replied with a smile. "Since Jimmy is still asleep in his room, we'll have to change Mike on my bed. Let me go into Jimmy's room and get the diaper and wipes. I'll meet you guys in the bedroom."Erica went into Jimmy's room while Deb and I laid down on Erica's bed. Without speaking, I dug back into Deb's breasts as she laid on her side. I pressed her body up against mine as I nursed."Do you want Aunt Deb to change you," she whispered into my ear, "I can tell you are wet."I nodded my head in agreement.Erica entered the room with a diaper and a couple of wipes."OK, baby," Erica said, "let's put a diaper on you and then you can eat some more."She removed me from Deb's breast and rolled me onto my back."Alright, Deb, here is the diaper and wipes. Stand here at the foot of the bed and I'll tell you what to do."Deb agreed and got off the bed and looked down at me."After you take off his boxers, I want you wipe his ass and cock real good. Perfect. Now, I want you to unfold the diaper. Pick his ass up off the bed and slide the diaper underneath him. Good. Next, you need to pull the diaper around his body and put his cock through the hole. Then, you fasten the tabs from the back of the diaper to the front. Good job. I think you are ready to be a mom.""Thanks, Erica," Deb replied, "that wasn't so difficult after all.""Do you mind, Deb, if I finish nursing Mike. My other breast is still full.""No. Go ahead."Erica sat on the bed leaning against the headboard."Come here and finish mommy," Erica ordered me.I crawled on the king-sized bed to where she was and laid my head on her lap. She unbuttoned her shirt again, tossed it on the floor, completely took off her nursing bra, and threw it on the floor as well. The situation was getting very hot very fast. I sucked on her breast like I never had before. She moaned louder and louder as I drank her milk and massaged her other breast. Deb came over to where we were and began stroking my cock. After a few seconds of all this, I stopped."Deb! Wait! I don't wanna cum yet!" I yelled. "This feels so good. I don't want it to end.""Come on Mike," Erica pleaded, "Keep sucking. I was about ready to cum."She grabbed my face on took it to her breast."Suck it, baby! Suck it!" she yelled.I aggressively sucked on the breast again as Deb had stopped playing with me. Just then, I felt Deb slide my dick into her pussy."Come on, Mike! Let's all 3 cum together!" Deb pleaded.I couldn't stop as she rode my cock up and down faster and faster.I grabbed Erica's breasts and pulled them together and began sucking both nipples."Oh, Mike, don't stop!! Don't stop!!" the sisters screamed in unison."OHHHH!!!! OHHHH!! Erica cried as she began to orgasm when I sucked on both nipples. "MIKE!! MIKE!! MIKE!!"A few seconds later, and after hearing her sister get off, Deb was ready to explode. She rode faster and faster."Mmm! Mmm! MMM! She shouted as she closed her eyes and rode down hard on me. I was now watching Deb as I had released from Erica's breasts. Erica was breathing heavily with her eyes closed leaning against the headboard."OHHH! OHHH!! YES! YES! YES!" Deb was pushing down on my chest as she came."Don't stop, Deb," I yelled. "I cumming too!!"She pulled off of me before I had the chance to cum."Hey!" I yelled angrily, "I didn't cum yet.""We've got something special for you," Erica whispered in my ear. "Just lay there, cool down, and close your eyes. I promise that you'll like this surprise."I laid there while the two of them talked about what they were going to do. The talking stopped and they both got back on the bed."You keep those eyes closed, baby," Deb said.A few seconds later, I felt someone sitting on my stomach."OK, baby, open your eyes," Deb whispered.I opened eyes to find it was Deb who was sitting on my stomach. Erica had her face by my cock."Here's what were gonna do, Mike. Deb is going to put her breasts in your face, and you are going to suck and play with them. I am going to suck your cock, because I want to taste you like you have tasted me."Deb leaned down and rubbed her 42D breasts all over my face. I started sucking on one while she rubbed her other nipple against my cheek. Erica opened her mouth and began sucking on my dick. She pumped faster and faster on me. It did not take long for me to cum."Here it cums," I said softly. My semin exploded into Erica's mouth, and she was enjoying every drop of it. I could hear her swallowing as I pumped my seed into her mouth."Oh, Erica!! Erica!! Mmmm! Mmm! Mmm!"Erica licked every last drop as Deb rested her chest against mine. After I was dry, Erica and Deb laid on both sides of me. They rested their heads on my shoulders as I wrapped my arms around them both. We all lay there for a few minutes while our bodies tried to recover from all the excitement."Well," I said, "I better get to work. Thanks, Deb, for being so understanding."We all laughed as I got off the bed and put my clothes back on."See you gals later, I am off to work." Part 4 I imagine the empty area in my mother-in-law's basement is actually a large baby nursery. Most of her family thinks Mary works a normal secretary job, but she actually babysits infants every day. Every morning, 5 infant boys are dropped off at her house while the parents work. She only babysits infant boys, as she is a special type of babysitter. Mary is a wet nurse. She only babysits parents with lots of money, as parents bid for her services. When the baby turns 1 year old, she no longer watches the baby and has an opening for a new baby.In addition to the normal things a babysitter does (cuddling, diaper changes, naptimes), Mary breastfeeds her baby boys that she watches. She stopped taking her medication over a year ago, and since has started producing milk in quantities that doctors cannot explain. She is able to keep 5 babies fully fed during the day, sometimes with one on each breast when necessary.She does have help though. Her youngest daughter Hannah assists her every day with diaper changes, rocking, and any other things so Mary can focus on nursing her babies. She is paid very well by "Nana" and in return Hannah is sworn to secrecy. All of Nana's baby boys are fed exclusively by her breast milk until they turn 1. The parents are given her expressed (pumped) milk to feed their babies at nights and weekends. Nana will also do night calls if a baby is especially fussy or runs out of milk.It was a normal early Tuesday morning when I got a call from her. She asked if I could take the day off work and come help her do some work around her house. She said she would pay me more than what I would make at work. I agreed, but was a little puzzled. She asked me to be there at 7:30 on the dot.I arrived at her house on time, and she answered the door. She told me to sit down and listen, because she didn't have much time to explain. She explained to me that she wasn't actually a secretary, but a babysitter for 5 different families' baby boys. Hannah couldnt make it to help today, so I would need to help her care for the babies. I couldnt really back out and she didn't really give me any time to ask questions. I was the only one she could trust not to tell about what she was doing. The babies would arrive in 5 minutes. So, she asked me to come downstairs and she would show me the operation.She opened the door to a large room that was transformed into a nursery. It had a big rocking chair, couch, a changing table, 5 cribs, and some toys in a play area. She explained to me that I would need to be ready to help her until 5:00 with few breaks. It would not be easy work, but the parents count on a well cared for baby.She asked me to stay downstairs, as the parents may frown upon a male helping with their babies. One by one she brought the babies down and laid them in separate cribs. Each baby had its own separate hook on the wall for their diaper bags.Once she brought the 5th and final baby boy in, she caught her breath and sat in the big blue recliner. She explained that the babies always arrived freshly changed and fed, so we had a little while before the chaos started. She pointed to a chart listing the babies specific feeding and nap times. She explained to me that mostly I would be handing her the babies when it was time to eat and changing them if she was busy feeding them. Each baby was assigned a number on their crib so it would be easy for me to keep track. I asked her where their formula was in their diaper bags. She told me that she had that taken care of. A little puzzled, I nodded my head in agreement.About 9:00, the chaos ensued as predicted. Baby #1 began to cry."James, sweety, would you hand him to me?" she said.I picked the baby up and handed her baby #1 in the chair."Just put him right here in my arms. That's it."Before I started to say "what does he need?" she began to frantically unbutton her blouse. I watched with my mouth open as her bra was now in plain sight. She lined the baby up right on the nipple, and reached for her shoulder. It was now clear that she was wearing a NURSING BRA! She undid the clip to her big white nursing bra, and a nursing pad was covering her nipple. She pealed away the nursing pad and put the hungry baby to the breast. He dug right in and quickly got into a rythym.I headed back to sit on the couch across the room from Mary and her baby. "Ummm so I had no idea..."She stopped me mid-sentence "It's ok James sweety. You didnt know, and I didnt want you to know. I have a rare condition where I produce an abundance of breastmilk, so I have found a way to capitalize on it. I love caring for babies, especially nursing them, and its a nice little income. My only rule is you cant tell another soul about this. OK?"I replied "Yeah I wont say anything. No reason to tell really"After that, the action was non-stop. If I wasn't changing a baby, I was holding one off that was hungry until one of Mary's breasts became available. She handled everything with such ease. A lot of times there would be a baby on each of her breasts during the day. There was probably a total of 1 hour during the day where she wasn't nursing at least 1 baby.Several times during the day, I got a glimpse of her breasts hanging out. When she would burp the babies, she would leave the cup open and her breasts exposed. When she got warm, she would take her blouse completely off, only wearing the bra. She had to keep the bra on because she said "her milk flow was constant". When one of the bra cups was closed, she always had a nursing pad on to prevent leaking.Mary had some weight to her, but she was still a very pretty woman, and her 40DD breasts certainly drew my attention. I couldnt help but view her in a sexual way now, and she noticed me taking glances at her boobs. I loved watching her change the baby's diapers, and the way her breasts would hang over the babies as they laid on the changing table.Finally 5:00 arrived and the babies were picked up by their parents one by one. I was to clean up the nursery for tomorrow as she brought the babies up for their parents. I was exhausted, but she didnt seem to be. After the last one was dropped off, I came upstairs."James, I would like you to stay for dinner as appreciation for all your hard work today. I am having a pizza delivered and the money is on the table. I told your wife you would be here a little while longer, so she is not expecting you. I am going to take a shower. Please don't wait for me to start eating.""Ok. Thanks Mary" I said. "I'll just wait here for the pizza guy. Everything is back in order in the nursery.""Great!" she replied. "You were quite the helper today." She smiled as she walked to her bedroom to get her shower.The pizza arrived several minutes later, and the water was still running in the shower. I paid for it, then began to eat. As I scarfed down the pizza, she walked into the kitchen with her bathrobe on and a towel on her hair."Good pizza, James?" she asked."Yes! Very good thank you" I replied.She grabbed a plate and a slice and sat across from me. "So...what did you think about everything?""Umm well it was a big shock to me I guess. I had no idea" I replied."Yeah. Something I have always wanted to do is run a nursery. When I found out I had this condition where I produce milk, I took pills to stop lactation. Then, I thought about how much I loved nursing my kids, so I decided to start pumping and giving my milk to babies who needed it. I had a few moms who wanted to buy it, so I began pumping exclusively for them. One of the moms I pumped for had an emergency, so she asked me to watch her baby for the day. I decided to nurse him instead of bottle feeding him my milk, and the rest is history.""Wow! That's quite a story" I said. "So what do you with your milk after the babies leave for the day?""Well....I have a breast pump I have to use every 2 hours or I will become engorged. Even during the night, I have to wake up every 2 hours to pump. I produce 12 ounces every 2 hours. I bottle the milk and give it to my babies to use on nights and weekends. It's not near as enjoyable as nursing, but the families pay me quite well.""Oh" I said. "That sure is a lot of work, but it seems like you enjoy it""I do very much" she replied. "You finish your pizza. I need to go back down to the nursery for a few minutes, but dont leave without coming downstairs and saying goodbye""OK" I said.I finished my pizza and took care of my plate before heading downstairs to say goodbye. The door was closed to the nursery, but I could see some dim light coming from under the door.I opened the door. "Hey Mary. Just wanted to say good bye like you asked me to do." She was organizing a few things around the nursery prepping for tomorrow I would assume. She grabbed a few of what looked like very large diapers from under the changing table and put them on the changing pad."James" she said. "Have a seat just for a minute."I sat down on the couch and she sat next to me. She had dimmed the lights a little from before and had some soft music playing."James, I need to speak to you about something I saw you doing today.""Mary, if its about me watching you nurse, I really am sorry. I was just so..."She stopped me mid-sentence...."James, there is no need to explain. Karen told me a few months ago about your fantasy. She was very upset that you could be into such a thing. I told her I was put off by it as well, but thats just simply not true. I know how much you want to be babied, and that Karen would never do this for you. I want to be YOUR Nana now."I quickly chimed in..."Mary wait..."She stopped me again..."You call me Nana from now on baby. Dont argue with me."I nodded my head in agreement."Nana usually pumps around this time, but I would much rather feed you. Would you like that sweet baby?"Again, I simply nodded my head yes."OK baby lie down in Nana's lap. Thats a good boy! Oh Nana is sooo full. I hope you are still hungry?""Yes Nana" I muttered softly.Nana was looking down at me as I laid in her lap. The smell of her freshly showered body and the softness of her bathrobe against my cheek was very soothing."Is baby ready for Nana's milk?" she whispered.I nodded again as she untied her bathrobe and let it fall off her shoulders. Her nursing bra was inches from my lips and she supported the back of my neck and drew me closer. She slowly reached for the nursing clip and released it. She pulled the flap down and peeled off the nursing pad absorbing her milk. Nana pulled my chin down opening my mouth and guided me to her breast."Suck baby" she politely ordered.I started to suck and milk began to flow from Nana's breast more than I could have imagined. The taste of her milk was rich, warm, and wonderful. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every second. Nana would occasionally hum softly while rubbing my cheek."Drink as much as you need sweetheart. Nana's breasts never get dry."After around 30 minutes nursing, Nana pulled me off her breast."You are doing great sweety, but Nana needs to burp you. Now straddle my hips and I'll pat your back. That's it big boy"She patted my back for a few seconds before I let out a burp."Oh my. That was a good one" Nana remarked. "Now, I think we need to get a diaper on you. What do you think?""Yes Nana please" I replied."Thats what I thought, you naughty boy. Karen told me you liked wearing diapers. Dont be ashamed though. I have some diapers especially for my BIG baby. Now....lie down on that changing table, and Nana will put one on you.""First, sit up and lets get that shirt off you. That's it. Now lie back down and Nana will get those jeans off for you. Spread your legs and Nana will unbutton them. Ok, I'm gonna unzip them now and pull them off..... Good. That wasn't so bad huh?"I nod in complete approval."Oh boy I love big boy undies. Now lets get these off too. I slide them off and drop them to the floor.....oh boy there is your peepee....mmm bigger than I thought""It likes Nana very much" I interjected."Clearly it does! OK you just lie there naked and watch Nana for a second""OK Nana" I replied."Nana usually leaves her bra on, but after wearing it ALL day, it needs to come off."I watch Nana unsnap the nursing bra from the back and let it hit the floor. She leans in and her breasts hover over me as she grabs a diaper."Nana feels much more comfy now. Lift up so Nana can put this diaper on you"I lift up and she slides it under me. She tucks my penis down so the diaper will go over it."We dont want any messes now do we?" Nana says."Now Nana needs you to nurse from the other breast" she says as she fastens the diaper.We lie back on the couch and I dig back in. Things would never be the same for Nana and me.

Therapy Session 1 (already in progress) “I’m not doing it,” Ciara said, arms crossed. “I’m not doing it. Not gonna happen.” Dr. Mattis looked at Ciara from across her office. “That’s your choice.” Ciara waited for her to continue. Nothing happened but silence. “But?” Ciara prodded. “No buts,” the shrink said. “‘But’ implies that you don’t have a choice, and you do. It’s just a matter of whether you are willing to accept that your choices will have ramifications.” Ciara kept her voice steady. “What kind of ramifications?” “Considering that you’re here under court orders, violating that order will result in you going to jail. If that’s acceptable to you, you may leave and I will be legally mandated to report it to your parole officer. If not…” There it was. There was the threat. Stay or go to jail. That was the choice Ciara faced: bullshit new age therapy, or a month in jail, and Ciara could not afford to miss work for a month. It was such bullshit. All of this was bullshit. An unpaid toll led to a suspended license, led to arguing in court, led to Ciara losing her temper to...this. Court mandated anger management. “Look,” Ciara said. “I understand that you’re just doing your job. Please understand that I’m incredibly frustrated by all this.” “I agree,” Dr. Mattis said, a pen coming up to ruby red lips. “And your feelings are valid. It was a literal series of unfortunate events that brought you here. It is, frankly, bullshit.” Ciara sat up from the overly cushioned couch she’d plopped on. “So you don’t think I have an anger problem?” The doctor lady laughed at that. “Oh-ho-ho! I think you do have an anger problem.” “But you just said-” “I think it’s bullshit that it took a judge finding you in near contempt of court to bring you to me. You definitely have an anger problem.” Ciara’s hopes sank, and with them so did her posture. Figures that this lady would think she had an anger problem; she was an anger management specialist. Hammers saw nothing but nails. “Oh…” was all she could say. This was gonna be a looooong court mandated treatment. “I don’t think you have the anger problem that the court diagnosed you with.” Ciara arched a ginger-colored eyebrow. “You don’t?” Dr. Mattis shook her head. With her raven black hair done up in a bun, the back of her head almost looked like one of those little stubby-tailed dogs wagging their butts. “Not at all. I think your anger is more self-destructive than anything else” She gave Ciara a long, hard look. “Let me guess: you heard the words ‘life isn’t fair’ a lot growing up, right?” Green eyes batted in confusion. “Yeah?” Ciara said. “Who hasn’t?” “You’ve had to make compromise after compromise after compromise.” “Life is compromise,” Ciara agreed. “And you’ve been good. Held control of your temper.” Ciara was nodding along. Then the doctor ventured. “Oldest child or only?” “Only. How-?” The doctor just kept bowling over her, not letting Ciara get in a word in edgewise. “So you’ve always had to be a tiny adult, right?” “No, I-” “Never really silly, and having to accept circumstances as they were instead of how they could be.” “Doesn’t everyb-?” “Always settling for less?” Ouch...that one hit her. “Never getting what you really want?” Ciara opened her mouth to object and stopped herself. Then, after a moment, she said, “Well...when you put it that way...” The doctor pushed her wire-rimmed glasses back up the bridge of her nose. “Ciara, I don’t believe that you’re destructive toward others. I think you’re potentially damaging to yourself. You’re the type of person who just takes it and takes it and takes it. You never get to dish it out.” The ends of Ciara’s mouth plummeted to the carpet. “Yeah…” she said. Ciara had read somewhere that it took more muscles to frown than to smile, but there was a certain relief that came with frowning. For the first time that she could remember, Ciara felt like she was letting her guard down. There was a sense of relief in admitting it. Nervous fingers picked at curly red hair. “That’s what happened with the judge,” Dr. Mattis said. “You’ve taken it and taken it and taken it and just lashed out at the wrong person. And right now, I’m betting that your brain is telling you that the mistake you made was not keeping things more under control. You didn’t keep your guard up enough.” “I guess so…” Ciara said. Still frowning. Finally being honest with herself. Fuck. Spelled out like that it made perfect sense. Leaning forward in her chair, Dr. Mattis said, “I’m betting that frown you’re wearing is feeling pretty good, all the same.” Ciara wanted to die from embarrassment and shock. Was this lady a psychic? She wanted to scream and dig into this couch and hide from the world. “No,” Ciara lied. “It feels awful.” “Does it?” the doctor said. “Does it really?” Her tone wasn’t harsh, but Ciara couldn’t help but feel like a little girl caught in a lie. “You pen up all this anger inside of you, Ciara,” Dr. Mattis told her, “but you’ve got fatigue from doing it. It’s only going to get worse from here unless you can find a way to properly express your emotions.” “How do I do that?” “Complete and total emotional honesty,” the doctor replied. “Saying exactly how you feel to people when you feel it.” Ciara pointed to the frilly pink panties on the table between them. “Okay. But why do I have to wear those?” They were clearly sized for an adult, but they looked like something a three year old might wear. Who the fuck made My Little Pony underwear for adu-...Bronies existed...never mind. “They’re little girl panties.” “I know what they are. Why, though?” Dr. Mattis blinked and looked as though she were doing complex mental math. “They’re a psychophysical trigger. Wear them to help keep your emotional guard down.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “A small but vital way to reinforce your emotional vulnerability and help you let your guard down. Very hard to feel tough in something like those,” she motioned to the panties. “So kind of like I’ve hit rock bottom, so there’s nowhere to go but up?” “Something like that.” Ciara tossed the concept around in her mind. It was only pink underwear with cartoon characters and some frills along the waistline. Lots of girls wore girlier and/or sluttier. “I don’t have to show anybody, right?” “Not at all,” Dr. Mattis assured her. The young woman reached across and dared to pick them up. It almost felt like she was holding some kind of voodoo talisman. “Um...okay then.” “Good,” the doctor stood up from her chair. “I’ll make sure you get several packs of these to take home.” She took the pink undies from Ciara “But first...” She inserted her fingers into the waistband and popped them open. “Step in.” “Now?” Ciara asked. “Right here? Right now?” “Yes,” the doctor said. “No better way to acclimate than right away.” “Do I have to take my pants off?” “Ideally,” Dr. Mattis replied. “Unless you’d like some help with that.” There should have been some kind of sarcasm or threat, Ciara sensed, but there wasn’t. This woman was genuinely offering to help Ciara strip and change her underwear. “Can’t I just change in the bathroom?” “I don’t have a bathroom.” “I don’t like this…” “Good!” The doctor smiled. “Progress already! Good job expressing your feelings.” “But I’m…” “Don’t worry,” Ciara was interrupted. “I’m a doctor. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before, and I do this all the time with my clients.” Nervous fingers were already unbuttoning her pants. “Well...okay then,” Ciara said, despite every instinct in her body telling her to kick the bitch in the chin and run. Quickly, Ciara stepped out of her sneakers so she could slide her jeans off. Off came the jeans, then her perfectly sensible granny panties. Then, like a two year old that hasn’t quite mastered dressing herself, she stepped into the little girl undies sized for an adult woman. “Up we go!” Dr. Mattis cooed, sliding the panties up Ciara’s legs and over her hips, letting the waistband fall in place with a tiny snap. “Such a good girl! So pretty!” Ciara could feel her cheeks turning scarlet. Pure scarlet. Nimble, well-manicured hands gripped Ciara’s shoulders and turned her towards the office door. So that’s what the mirror on the reverse side was for. Standing back from the mirror, Ciara saw herself, a grown woman in a green tank top, wearing frilly pink panties with Lamb Chop on the front. Behind her, holding her shoulders, in a black pantsuit and looking very much like a proud mother, was Dr. Mattis. Then the most alien thought entered Ciara’s brain. Holy shit, she felt kind of pretty. Cute, even. “You like?” Ciara didn’t want to admit it, but she nodded her head anyways, all but tucking her head into her chest in an attempt to hide. Her therapist walked over to a speaker and pressed a button. Gentle, lilting xylophone music tinkled into the office. “What I’d like to do, next,” she said, “is to guide you through some minor meditation exercises...” Ciara barely noted that Dr. Mattis was inserting ear plugs. Session 2 “Have you been wearing your big girl panties?” Dr. Mattis began the session. That was odd, Ciara thought. Was that what her therapist had called them last session? She could have sworn that Dr. Mattis had said something else. “I thought they were little girl panties.” The other woman seemed amazingly amused by this. “Little girl panties? Who would call them little girl panites? Are you a little girl?” “NO!” Ciara yelped before shutting her mouth instantly. She hadn’t meant to say it. That is to say, she HAD meant to say it, but not like that. Not so...so..childish. She was yelling at the judge in traffic court all over again. “Just as we discussed during last week’s guided meditation, you’re wearing big girl panties. It’s not like they’re training pants.” Abruptly she changed the subject. “How have you been feeling?” “Not great,” Ciara admitted. “I’ve started crying more often.” She looked down at her feet. “Like, my boss yesterday said that I was late on delivering a last minute report, and I had to run to the bathroom just so he wouldn’t see me cry.” Dr. Mattis nodded. “Good,” she said. “Very good.” “Good?” “Crying means you’re learning to process your emotions. You’re stressed. The world is unfair. But instead of holding it all end and letting yourself explode, you’re expressing yourself and crying. Does crying feel good to you?” Yes. “No…?” It was like the therapist could see through Ciara’s lie and just chose not to address it. “Good...good.” She took a seat on the couch next to Ciara. “If the crying reflex you’ve developed is bothering you, I might have something that will help.” Crying reflex? Holy shit! That described it perfectly. All week long, Ciara had felt a terrible compulsion to just tear up at even the slightest set back. It was like someone was hammering on her tear ducts. “What kind of help?” Dr. Mattis reached into her pocket and pulled out a plastic bag. Inside the plastic bag, a little rubber bulb with a shield guard rested. In other words, it was a pacifier. “Object transferal.” “I am not putting that in my mouth!” “Oh really?” Dr. Mattis asked. “Are you not in control enough for a simple therapy exercise? Are you that undisciplined? Do you even lack that degree of control?” Ciara’s lip started trembling. She had control! She did! Really! Her own resolve was crumbling, even as she took stock of it. She thought she was doing well! She’d worn her big girl panties all week and been honest with her emotions. She was allowing herself to feel, and like a good girl she was listening to the meditation files at home every night, too. The catharsis was just amazing! Addicting. And here she was feeling like a total idiot; all because she didn’t want to put a stupid pacifier in her mouth. “I...I...I…” her voice was trembling even as she tried to choke out the words. *pop!* Past shaking lips, the pacifier fairly zoomed and stuck itself between her teeth, courtesy of her therapist. Ciara shuddered. An electric shock went through her spine. Pure relief. Instant relaxation. Without even being prompted, Ciara started sucking as she oozed back into the couch cushions. Oh god. It was like a screwdriver had been injected directly into her veins. It was like pot. “Better?” Dr. Mattis asked. Ciara nodded. No hesitation this time. She was sucking on rubberized morphine. Holy shit. “Good,” the doctor lady seemed to approve. “Very good. I see you’ve been listening to the files I prescribed.” Ciara felt a surge of pride at the praise. She was a good girl! Why should that make her feel proud? No...no. Her therapy called for complete emotional honesty. No more pent up anything. “Fenkoo,” Ciara mumbled over her pacifier. “From now on,” her therapist instructed, “whenever you feel overwhelmed, just use the pacifier. It will calm you but allow you to process.” She reached for her ear plugs and started up the xylophone recording. “Let’s do another guided meditation together, yes?” Yes. Very much yes. Just the sound of the childish instrument was starting to make Ciara feel drowsy. “Duh uh haftuh tik muh pnts uff?” she mumbled around the rubber teat. Without asking, Dr. Mattis yanked the pacifier out of Ciara’s mouth. “Come again?” Ciara felt a surge of panic. Her paci! No! She dug her fingernails into her knees to keep calm. “Do I have to take my pants off?” she repeated herself. “You can if you’d like,” Ma...Dr. Mattis said. She popped the pacifier back in Ciara’s mouth. Sweet relief! “It’s best if you're comfortable.” That made sense, Ciara reasoned. The dark haired woman hadn’t even finished the last sentence when Ciara’s pants were sliding down past her ankles. She’d been listening to these meditations just before bed, so it made sense to wear as few clothes as possible; it’s what she did before bed. A gentle tap by the taller woman on her own lap was all Ciara needed to lay her head down as the soft music and the therapist’s reassuring intonations lulled her into a trance. Soft reassuring hands started to stroke Ciara’s long and curly hair. For the first time in weeks, her light-skinned freckled face broke out in a quiet smile, and felt relief instead of disappointment or panic. Who cared if that smile was largely hidden behind something meant for a baby? Ciara didn’t. Session 3 (Already in session) “What makes you think they’re all laughing at you?” “Cuf vere aw wuffink ut meh!” No tears were coming just then, but Ciara couldn’t help but feel just a little frustrated. Her eyes drifted past her nose, allowing her to realize she had her paci in her mouth. “Cuz they were laughing at me!” she said after spitting the bulb out. “And how does that make you feel?” Great. NOW the lady wanted to sound like a typical therapist. Clutching the infantile item for comfort, Ciara replied with, “It makes me feel like I wanna cry, that’s what.” Dr. Mattis remained unphased. “So in summation,” her therapist said, (Ciara hated when Dr. Mam...Dr. Mattis used big words like that) “your coworkers discovered your binky and teased you about it.” “Mmm-hmm.” Already the binky was back in Ciara’s mouth. She didn’t consciously realize that that was the first time her therapist had called her coping device a ‘binky’. Nor did she realize that she was now thinking of the little rubber teat as a ‘binky’ when moments before it had been a ‘paci,’ and a ‘pacifier’ before that. Ciara might have been a little shocked if she had. Whatever she mentally labeled it, it was emotional heroin. Baby girl needed her fix. Needed it bad. “They teased you about it, and you wanted to cry?” “Mmm-hmm.” “And to stop yourself from crying, what did you do?” “Puh muh bnkee in muh mowf.” Dr. Mattis made some notes in her big fancy chair. “Good. Very good. I’d say you handled that situation very well. Excellent object transference. Good girl.” “Funkyoo?” More notes from Ma...the doctor. What was she writing? Why wasn’t she helping? Ciara could only comfort herself by sucking on the binky a little more. She shifted, feeling a little uncomfortable. She had to pee, too. Don’t think about it don’t think about it don’t think about it. “So what should I do?” Ciara asked, finally feeling emotionally strong enough to speak without her binky. “About what?” “About the laughing.” She couldn’t handle another week of the snickers of co-workers behind her back. Ciara had never seen ‘nonplussed’ before, but Dr. Mattis’s expression perfectly expressed it. “Oh. That?” the good doctor said. “Just ignore it, I guess.” “Juph inow ih?” Ciara said before spitting the binky out again. How had it gotten back in there? “How am I supposed to just ignore it? Everyone at my job is making fun of me.” “I think it says more about them than it does about you, don’t you think?” “I phin,” she took the rubber bulb out just enough to talk. “I think it says that I look ridiculous.” “I don’t think you look ridiculous,” her grown-up doctor said. But her friends at schoo...work did. And that’s what hurt the most. “Buh-” she started to say. Dr. Mattis cut her off. “Does your job require that you talk overmuch?” “Nnn-nnn,” Ciara said. “So your binky isn’t hurting your productivity?” “Nnn-nnn” “Then I fail to see the problem.” Her therapist was talking to her slowly and calmly, the same way that an adult might patiently address a well liked but particularly fussy child. Softly (but not too softly), Ciara stomped her foot in frustration. Sometimes not talking was the best way for her to express herself, she was finding. Dr. Mattis removed her classes and rubbed at her temples. “Would it help if I wrote you a note?” Like a prescription! Yeah! That made sense. They couldn’t make fun of Ciara if she had a prescription for her binky. It’d be for therapy. The redhead was practically bouncing at the idea. “That’s fine,” Dr. Mattis said. She finished rubbing her temples and replaced her glasses before making a few more notes on her notepad. “That’s fine.” Ciara was working her binky, in joy this time, instead of anxiety. “Is there anything else that I need to know?” Dr. Mattis asked when she was finished writing things down. Ciara was now practically playing with her binky, popping it in and out of her mouth like a lollipop. “I’ve been taking this to bed with me,” she said in one of the spare moments where it was out. It came about so naturally. She’d been taking the thing with her for her meditation sessions before bed, and she tended to drift off soon after... Dr. Mattis waved that problem off as quickly as she had the last one. “Binkies are fine for bed. What else?” What else? What else? What else could there be… Her entire face buzzing with embarrassment, Ciara felt the blood drain out of her. Oh yeah...that. “I’ve been having...accidents at home,” she said. “Excuse me?” her therapist said, leaning forward. “What did you say?” Dark brows furrowed with concern. “I’ve been havin’ accidents.” She shouldn’t have told the other woman that, Ciara knew. But it was something she only realized after she said it. It’s almost like she already knew. What was up with that? “Spatial disorientation isn’t typically a symptom for this kind of treat-” “No,” Ciara interrupted. Furrowed brows became cocked. “I beg your pardon?” “I’m not hurting myself or falling down.” Ciara breathed deep. Now or never, girl. “I’ve started to wet.” All the tension left Dr. Mattis. “Oh, is that all?” she said. “I’m sorry. I misunderstood.” “But I’m wetting the bed.” “That just means that your body is processing through your negative emotions the same way your brain is. It’s just unconsciously letting its guard down. Nothing more. Nothing less.” “Buh um wuddin da but.” Darn it. Binky was back in. This time it didn’t stop Dr. Mattis from understanding. “I have just the thing.” Standing up from her chair this time, the doctor went to the back of her office and bent down low to fetch something. From a back cabinet, amongst a cluster of similar packages, the therapist withdrew a medium sized box of clear, plastic, tightly constraining bits of pink. Like a cat bringing a dead canary to its owner, Dr. Mattis displayed the contents to her client. “Here you are, dear.” “Diapers?” Ciara gasped, the binky finally tumbling to the floor. “Diapers?” The other woman seemed as if she were stifling a laugh. “No. These are Pull-Ups. You can put them on yourself.” Ciara didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t this! “But-” “These are only for bedtime,” Ma...Dr. Mattis promised. “You’re still a big girl, in your big girl panties, during the day time.” She wanted to say ‘No.’ She desperately wanted to scream, or curse, or punch the dark haired woman. But the anger flooded right out of her as soon as she experienced it. Instead, all Ciara could make herself say was, “Promise?” “Of course, dear.” Her Therapist dug out her ear plugs. “Now, let’s finish the therapy session on a strong note. Time for some guided meditation for your emotions.” Ciara was yawning before Mama finished the sentence; her head placing itself in the other woman’s lap. The pacifier found its way back to her mouth, and her eyelids started getting heavy. … … ... “Ciara...Ciara? Ciara?” “Huh?” Ciara opened her eyes, feeling as if woken from a pleasant dream; a common side effect after her meditations, especially the guided ones. “It’s not your fault, dearie.” She yawned. “You told me you were having accidents and I should have prepared you…I should have listened. This is Mama’s fault….my fault, I mean.” Ciara woke up to a cold dampness from the waist down and a wet dark patch that had bloomed out and soaked her pants. She would have thought she’d be used to waking up wet after this past week. But doing it in front of someone else made it so much worse. Not even the pacifier could stop the tears this time. Dr. Mattis stroked Ciara’s hair and shushed her. “I know. I know. Don’t worry. You’re not in trouble.” It wasn’t the idea of being in trouble that made Ciara cry so. It was the complete lack of any kind of autonomy or control she felt. Her guard was completely down and even in this most dreadful and humiliating of moments, she secretly relished the comfort being heaped upon her. Or maybe it wasn’t so secret... “I don’t have anything dry for you to change into. Would you like help getting into the Pull-Ups? I can walk you to your car so that you can get home.” Ciara could only sniffle and nod her consent. ***************************************************************************************** Session 4 Ciara walked in, humming. The meditations had finally kicked in, and her anger and tension had melted away over the previous seven days. That wasn’t why she’d been humming, however. Ciara needed the humming to cover up the crinkling as she moved into the office and took her usual spot on the couch. “Good morning, Doctor.” “Good morning, Ciara.” Dr Mattis’s tone was equally cheery. “I trust you’re doing well.” Ciara beamed. “Yup-yup! I’m doin’ really bestest!” Bestest? Was that even a word? Screw it. It was now. No point in holding on to the grief. Right? Right. Speaking of holding on, she didn’t need to constantly have her binky in her mouth anymore. A shoe string around her neck took care of that need. Ciara had felt like Abraham Lincoln when that apple had fallen on his head and he invented the theory of relativity. Wait, what? Ciara banished the cognitive dissonance right out of her brain. So smart! Finally, things were looking up for her! A thin, amused smile spread out from Dr. Mattis. The dark haired woman seemed almost as happy to see Ciara as Ciara was to see her. She was close to a breakthrough- she knew it! “How are you doing?” her therapist asked. “I’m good.” This time, Dr. Mattis took a seat right next to Ciara instead of across from her in the chair. “Good,” she said. “Do you feel better about your accidents?” “Yes?” Ciara chirped. “I mean no. I mean they’re fine. Fine.” “Still wetting your pants?” Last session, they were just accidents. “Yes…” “But only at night?” “Yes…” A lie. A bold-faced lie. She’d made it a total of one day dry last week. Could it really be an accident if she’d given up on trying? She picked up her binky and plugged it in between her lips. Mommy nodded her approval. Mommy?! Dr. Mattis! “Good,” the doctor said. “Still wearing your big girl panties?” Not in close to a week. She was wearing her Pull-Ups right now, hence the humming. She nodded. “Mmm-hmm.” She worked on her binky to help relieve the tension. “Are you dry?” the doctor asked. She wasn’t sure, to be honest. These diapers...pull-ups...were so absorbent. So cushy. So comfortable. It had gotten hard to tell the difference between wet and dry. It might have had something to do with how squishy she felt. Squishy was dry, right? Part of her was scared that she couldn’t quite recall the answer. “Ciara?” Dr. Mattis interrupted. “I asked you a question. Did you have an accident? Are your panties dry?” “Mmm-hmm…?” Was it a lie if she didn’t know what the truth was? Darkly painted nails slipped up Ciara’s baggy shorts, the only pair she had left that could accommodate her new padded undies. “I’ll check.” Ciara sucked harder on her binky. No time to refuse. Barely any time to brace herself. And yet something felt right about this. Mommy was just checking her pants for her. That’s what her brain said. Don’t scream. Don’t kick. Just be a good girl and let Mommy check. “Hmmm…” Dr. Mattis, said. She was wet! Even if Ciara wasn’t wet, Dr. Mattis knew she’d lied about wearing her big girl panties anymore. These were nothing like big girl panties, were they? HOLY GEEZ she couldn’t remember and that freaked her out even more! Mommy withdrew her fingers and cleaned them on a wet wipe. “And what about your job?” Ciara let the binky drop and dangle on her shoestring. “My job?” “Have the people been laughing at you at your job?” “No,” Ciara sighed in relief. “Definitely not.” This was true. Mostly because she hadn’t gone to work. Her meditations had led her to decide to not show up. The idea of calling in just made her panic to the point of tears. She just didn’t show up. They’d get by without her. “Good.” There was a pause as Dr. Mattis kept looking at her...looking through her. Ciara was doing everything she could to stay out of her own head. The girl felt that if she spent any more time in there, she’d drown. “Okay,” Dr. Mattis chirped. Ciara felt a new wave confusion wash over her. “Okay.” “We’re done here. You can go.” Ciara stood up from the couch, not even humming to cover up the crinkle this time. Mommy...Dr. Mattis knew. “Oh,” she said. “So...see you next week?” A dark chuckle came from dark lips. “No. I think we’re done. No more anger. You’re acting like a big girl by wearing your big girl panties. You’ve clearly been doing your meditations. You’re cured.” “Can I get another pack of…?” She paused and gestured down to her waist. “For the road?” Dang it! Why didn’t she just gesture to the cabinet? “The pack I gave you should last most of this next week.,” the lady said. The redhead found herself whining. “But...but…” “And Depends will do well enough if your bed wetting persists.” Dr. Mattis said. “They’re not as cute, but they’ll get the job done.” It wasn’t just bed wetting! If only! And job?! “But...but...I can’t...I may have quit my job.” It felt like word vomit spewing out of her. “You quit?” “I just didn’t show up all week!” “Ciara. That’s not something a big girl does? Is it?” It wasn’t. “I...I...I...words are hard right now.” Ciara wanted to crawl inside her own brain and claw out the words she was supposed to have right, like picking out needles from a cactus. “Words typically are hard for little girls.” “I’M A BIG GIRL!” she cried, stomping her feet. Those words came out easily enough. Finally, Dr. Mattis stood up. She seemed so much taller to Ciara, even though neither of them had really changed. “Do big girls lie?” she asked. “Do they quit their jobs?” Ciara went for her binky again, only to find it snatched from her. Her thumb had to suffice. “Do big girls suck on binkies or their thumbs?” “Y-y-yeph?” “Really?” “No...” Shocked as she was, she couldn’t react quickly enough to stop the grown-up from yanking her shorts down, exposing the big saggy pink padding clinging to her bum. “Do they need diapers?” she was asked. The girl couldn’t help but feel defensive. Literally couldn’t help it...“These aren’t diapers, they’re-” “I didn’t say ‘wear diapers’.” Mommy all but spat. “I said ‘need diapers’. Pull-ups are for little-girls learning how to be big girls. They still make it to the toilet sometimes. When was the last time you went potty all by yourself? The redhead felt deflated. She was beyond embarrassment. Beyond anger. She felt nothing but exhausted. “I’m not a big girl,” Ciara finally said. “I’m...I’m not a little girl. I’m..I’m a baby.” It was true. The meditations had led her here. It was self evident. This was just the physical manifestation over her inability to control herself. Mommy went over to the back cabinet in her office. Left drawer this time. “Then let’s have you look the part, dear.” What she came back with weren’t Pull-Ups. They were white. And much thicker. And the baby blocks on the front literally spelled out who they were meant for. “Lay down, baby.” A little gasp escaped her as she laid back down on the couch and Mommy ripped open the sides of her Pull-Ups. The feeling of the wet mushy stuff being unfolded away from her was a palpable relief. They were a bother to deal with anyway.. “No…” the words came out of her automatically. “No…” Again the word as this stranger...as her Mommy...gently caressed her nethers with a cold babywipe. Mommy ignored her, instead humming a familiar tune, a lullaby, not unlike the gentle melodies in her meditation tracks. Like a good girl, Ciara lifted her hips so that the grown-up could take away the yucky Pull-Up. It was practically second nature to do so. “Hold-on-hold-on-hold-on,” Mommy chuckled as she quickly unfolded a fresh diaper. “Rookie mistake, I know!” Ciara sniffed. The smell of her old pee-pee mixed with the perfume of the fresh diaper that Mommy was sliding under her. “No….” Why was she still saying this word? She wanted this! She needed this! Mommy started sprinkling bits of baby powder on Ciara. “Nooooo…” she moaned. WHY?! SHE NEITHER WANTED THIS NOR NEEDED THIS! THIS IS JUST WHO SHE WAS! WHO SHE HAD ALWAYS BEEN! The diaper metamorphosed as Mommy pulled the plastic backed padding up between Ciara’s legs and taped the ends together. From useless rectangle to cute and indispensable clothing; a part of Ciara’s identity. “Seems like someone is on the verge of another tantrum,” Mommy said, a hint of concern in her tone. Mommy then laughed and smacked her forehead. “Of course. Silly me!” She went for her earplugs. “We’re not done yet.” No...no...please no. The music was playing again. The beautiful music. Words were going bye bye now. Ciara was gurgling now as Mommy put her head in her lap. Her eyelids were getting heavy. Was this dying? Part of her was afraid so. A bigger part liked it. Other words, last words, flashed in the front of the big baby’s brain. “Bye-bye.” Mommy Mattis all but melted at hearing it. Lovingly she stroked her new daughter’s hair. Those were the last words of the therapy. Proof that the subliminal messaging had run its course. All she’d need is two more words to lock everything in. Two little words and Ciara would be all hers, and she’d be perfect. Needed. Complete. “Good baby.” (Fin)

Chapter 7: Education Pt. 2 "Are you wearing one right now?" Said Sam, staring questioningly at Heather. "Wearing what?" She replied tentatively, instinctually pressing her knees together, causing some of the warmth from Heather's recent wetting to escape from her padding. Sam's expression turned quizzical. "I thought it would be obvious. You know- " her voice returned to a whisper, "One of the diapers you bought when I was at work? I've never met someone so young with incontinence before." "Wait what?" Heather was caught off guard. "You know, not being able to control when you go-" Sam's eyes went wide, "Hang on... your not incontinent are you?" Heather, realizing she missed the perfect cover story, just sat, like a deer caught between headlights. "So why else were you in a full diaper on Sunday, that doesn't make any sense...unless?" Sam turned back to Heather. "It wasn't an accident?" Not a word was spoken for quite a while. Finally, Heather couldn't take the silence any longer. In a near whisper, Heather asked ashamed, "You promised you wouldn't tell another soul right?" "Yes..." Sam said with an oddly curious nod. "Well, I know it's really weird-" "Definitely..." "But I guess I sort of like...wearing... and using...them. The diapers I mean." Heather spoke as if speaking each syllable was the equivalent of stepping on a hot coal. Sam just sat, nodding. Heather realized she should probably go on. "I know it's really gross a-and I'm super ashamed of it, but I-I suppose I've wanted to use them for as long as I can remember." Now that the confession had started and the jig was up, Heather began a downward spiral, word after word leaving her mouth, coming from somewhere, faster and faster, the whole disgusting, invigorating, shameful truth. "I only tried them like two days ago and-and ...hick... I'm still trying to figurethese feelingsoutand-andIunderstandifyouthinkI'm aterribleperson and ...hick... I'll stopandIwon'tbotheryouagainand-and-" "Heather, stop it!" It was then that Heather realized then that she was crying. She also realized Sam was hugging her. "It's okay Heather, it's fine, really!" "Are you ...hick... sure?" Managed Heather, trying to grasp at the reality that was now unfolding. "Yeah. I mean, I guess I'm not sure I completely get it, but just because you like something strange doesn't make you a bad person or anything. It's not hurting anyone right?" "Well...no, I ...hick...guess not..." "See!" Sam stopped and thought hard about something for a minute. "Tell you what, why don't we have a sleepover this weekend? My parents won't be home so you can wear your diapers there without anyone to judge you or find out, and we can talk some more about all this outside of school." "Wait, so we're ...hick...still friends?" Heather asked meekly. Sam rolled her eyes. "Of course we are Heather! I'm sure there's way more to you than just diapers! And even the fact you like something different, well, that makes you a more interesting person than most. I'm telling you, at the sleepover we can talk about whatever you want. Video games, makeup, other crazy dark secrets. Maybe even...boys?!" Something about the way Sam said the word "boys" broke the tension and Heather couldn't help but let out a snort. "I'll have to ask my parents, but yeah that would be really cool I suppose." Said Heather, sniffling. Sam beamed. "Great. Now that that's settled, let's just try and enjoy the rest of our food before returning to the gauntlet shall we?" Heather clumsily wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater. "Yeah, that'd be good. Let's do that." "Just one more question before we change the subject though," Sam was grinning. "Have you used the one your wearing?" "Shut up!" Heather chuckled, playfully punching Sam's shoulder, leaving her void of answers, but with a pretty strong hunch. ... Despite the abundance of conversation about Heather's choice of undergarment at the beginning of the lunch period, the topic of her padding did not come up again. For that, Heather was grateful, though she had a sneaking suspicion that Sam's eyes would wander towards her waist, as if to try and get a peek.... But that could just be her mind playing tricks. In reality, Sam's eyes were almost everywhere, as though her mind couldn't keep still. It made Heather reflect. Before meeting Sam, Heather always believed herself to be the smartest in the room. She never showed it off, of course, she was much too shy to do that. The agony of the sideways glances and the hushed "know-it-all's" were largely to blame for her reserved nature. But Sam, she pondered, might give me a run for my money. It was just after reaching that conclusion that the bell rang and a loud chorus of scraping chairs joined the orchestra of voices filling the commons. "Well, it has been a delight dining with you, my good madame, but I'm afraid I have rather pressing matters to attend to", exclaimed Sam in the corniest British accent she could muster. "Likewise Lady Samantha", giggled Heather, in an equally terrible manner. "Ta-ta for now!" "Pip-pip and Cheerio!" "Good Day To You!" "I bid you...ado!" Neither girl could come up with any more quips. They were too busy laughing to care. A wave was the last thing Heather saw before the lunch mob dragged Sam away, and she was a stranger among the crowd again. With a happy sigh and a newfound joy, Heather managed to bob and weave her way to her locker. It was only upon bending down to replace her lunchbox that a different, more internal feeling made its presence known. I can make it until the end of the day. Heather told herself , It's not like I'm going to mess myself at school. Her bowls groaned slightly in response. She was not assured. ... A sharp ringing brought Heather out of a stupor. Another boring hour of history readings meant time for her mind to wander. The only problem; Heather had only one thing on her mind. Relief. So far she had managed to make it through six hours of the school day, three of which were in a growing discomfort. The good news; she only had one hour left. The bad news; she had a whole hour left. Heather walked into chemistry with pure determination. She would not mess her diaper in school. "Alright, attendance time class!" A brash voice boomed from the front of the room. "Starting with Jessica Antoine. Do we have a Jessica Antoine?" Mr Hoffman's voice was as loud as ever. A quick "here" was heard from the back of the class. Alright Heather, you got this. Just stay focused, no distractions, and you can make it to the end of class. "Timmothy Drew?" "Here!" Squeaked a quite voice from the seat directly behind Heather. No way. There was no question about it, the boy she just glanced back at, and the boy who complimented her at the grocery store were one in the same. It was him, in fact, that helped Heather summon the courage to buy the wet diaper she was sitting in presently. This was not lost on her, nor was it hidden in the color of her face. The teacher continued to call out names, but Heather's mind was elsewhere. With sudden, uncharacteristic sense of injustice, she confronted the boy, unaware. "Hey...Timmothy!" Heather whispered as loudly as she could without drawing unwanted attention. "Huh? Oh!" The small boy's eyes grew scared in surprise, and Heather was no longer the only one blushing. "Why didn't you accept my snap request?" It was a stupid question, but it was also the first that came to Heather's mind. Timmothy was taken aback. "Wait, you sent me a snap request? Ohmygosh, I'm so sorry! I never go on snap anymore. If I would have-" "Heather Johnson, are you here?" Oh shit. "Yes, I'm here Mr. Hoffman!" The teacher eyed Heather and Timmothy with a smug gaze. "Yes, I can see that" he mused before continuing down the list. A cramp, larger than any up to that point in the day, suddenly assaulted Heather's bowels all at once. And if that wasn't enough, her bladder also began to stir. Casting both discomforts aside for the moment, Heather instead focused her attention back on Timmothy, who was staring at Heather awkwardly. Maybe it was her more pressing problem or the fact that she had done potentially way more embarrassing things in the past few days that led to her next decision. Regardless, she proceeded to write her phone number on a piece of paper which she promptly gave to Timmothy without saying a word. Heather only saw his look of sheer disbelief before she turned back to the front of the room. As much as she wanted to enjoy the look of adorable shock on Timmothy’s face, she had to focus all her willpower on holding everything in. Well maybe not everything... Once that decision had been made, Heather was almost dumbfounded by how quickly a warm flow began its cascade into her diaper. What had been so difficult only a couple of hours ago now came with an efficient ease. Heather didn't have time to dwell on it though. All she could do was hold on to the remainder of the problem. ... There were only 15 minutes to freedom, and at the moment, a better example of the relative nature of time would be hard to come by. Most of the class would agree that the hour had flown past. When Mr. Hoffman was teaching, time could do that. But for Heather, in all her years as a student, a class had never gone slower. Ever. Her desperation had come to the point that she was sitting on her hands and bobbing her knees up and down. Every movement led to a battle with her backside to keep the inevitable from happening. She knew then that she would not make it to the end of the class. But desperation can lead to many surprising and previously unknown options to become viable. Heather knew she only had one shot at this, and Mr. Hoffman's answer could make or break possibly her entire social reputation. She raised her hand. "Yes, Heather?" Please please please let this work. "May I use the restroom Mr. Hoffman?" Now, Mr. Hoffman was a smart man, and a great teacher. And a great teacher knows their students. Any teacher worth half their weight knows that letting out a teenage girl to use the restroom within 15 minutes of the end of the school day is reason for extreme suspicion. The word wait was already forming in his mouth. But then he saw her face. Then he was a believer. And just like that, without a trace, no doubt in her mind, Heather was out of there. Even with Mr. Hoffman's grace, the mess was making its escape before Heather hit the hallway. It took a tremendous effort for her not to immediately stop and squat. Instead, she had to very slowly let out some of her load with each stride towards the nearest bathroom. Slamming a stall door shut on arriving at her intended destination, Heather finally had the opportunity to finish what had already started. Now taking the initiative, she squatted and tried to stifle a grunt. An abnormally firm log followed rather reluctantly. Two more followed. By the time she finished, Heather was no longer sure that a bulge couldn't be spotted through her sweatpants. Not that it mattered. You'd smell it before you'd see it. ... How she managed to get out of school and into her car without anyone zeroing in on the scent trail she left behind, remained forever unknown to Heather. But she did, and oh boy did she reap the rewards. There had to be twice as much in the diaper between her and the seat of her cars than had ever made its way into a single one of her three used goodnites. And the best part, she could wiggle, bounce, and squirm all she wanted without risk of a leak. The only problem was the message she received after an indescribable ride home. "Just got off from work early and will be home soon. Be ready to help me carry in some old files to be sorted. -Mom" Suffice it to say, Heather changed out of her thoroughly utilized diaper and into a clean pair of panties extremely quickly after reading that message. Because of the rushed nature of said change, and the lack of baby wipes, some "creative liberties" were taken, which mostly meant getting the most muck off possible and worrying about potential skid marks later. It was those creative liberties that saved Heather in the end, when she finished washing her hands and heard the garage door opening, a garage who's dumpster had just acquired yet another dirty deed only a minute earlier. ... The rest of the night was a peach compared to the vigorous emotional and sensual rollercoaster of Heather's school day. A normal family dinner, a quick shower (to rid the remaining evidence of her misdeeds), and a quick apology email to Mr. Hoffman about not returning to class at the end of the day, which Heather knew was suspicious whichever way you looked at, but was better than ignoring it altogether. A quick reply from the chemistry teacher assuring her that it was no problem (how much he suspected Heather didn't know). An hour of reading later and Heather finally started to breath easy again. At dinner, to her sheer disbelief, both her parents agreed unanimously, albeit cautiously, to allow Heather to go to Sam's parent free sleepover, which she quickly told to Sam herself via Snapchat. She responded with a thumbs up and a winky face. Heather didn't know what to make of it. It didn’t matter; she was too happy to care. ... It was not until after almost 11 o'clock that her father wished her a goodnight for the last time and the house was finally silent. Waiting for a few more minutes just to be safe, Heather eventually dared to sneak into her closet to grab a fresh plastic package and stealthily tape it on, before sneaking quickly back into bed and emptying her waiting bladder into its warm embrace. Lucky as she was to get away with so much that day, Heather still wished she had gotten to enjoy her previous messy state just a little bit longer. I wonder if at the sleepover Sam would mind putting up with the smell of a dirty diaper for a bit... It felt wrong to Heather for her to force Sam into that position, but she held out a little hope anyway. Who knows, she mused, squeezing the slightly wet diaper with her hand, maybe Sam might even want to try one out for herself. It was mean as a joke to herself, a logical impossibility beyond a sane line of thinking. But as she lay awake in bed, feeling the impossibility around her waist, she wondered...

I have found it easier standing. It's my general go to these days. I have never used the wall or anything to hold it up. Sometimes I lay down to secure the bottom tabs and generally I lay down if I'm not changing myself. I have always found doing it laying down kinda awkward. I think it's because my boobs get in the way so I can't see what I'm doing so well haha. x

Well I really really have liked the shortalls in elfy's avatar pic, and many other people's diaper pictures. So today I ordered some of my own, and since the company that makes them happens to be in my state I probably will get them in maybe in two or three days tops.

But we like the teasing... don't we?

Back. The dog is still making those noises, but seems unperturbed by it, and I had him out and everything seems fine... hmmm. I noted while out for the walk that this Bambino is louder than most diapers under my shorts, not that it mattered, but it is interesting how these companies seem to each use a slightly different grade of plastic. The BetterDry end of the spectrum is the thinnest, or at least, that's how they feel, although that does not seem to affect their durability at all. Bambino's are in the middle, other than the Magnifico, which seems to have a heavier shell. Rearz plastic is a bit heavier. I was lying in bed this morning contemplating the busy day and weekend I have ahead of me, when this thought crossed my mind again: "I wear diapers". This is hardly an epiphany, but I still sometimes don't quite believe it. My boxer shorts from the before-times remain stashed high up in my garage; I haven't had to pull them down yet, which more or less confirms that I can do pretty much anything while in a diaper, the only possible exception being martial arts with actual human to human contact, which is nowhere on the radar as of yet. Onto another topic, this one again a sidebar conversation that I'm moving over here. I was asked if I was ever punished for, or via, wearing diapers, and for the most part, the answer is definitely no. My parents weren't particularly militant to begin with, and for the most part they tried to be sensitive about my nocturnal issues, so I never got in trouble for wetting a diaper, as far as I can recall. As to being punished *with* diapers, again, it wasn't something they'd have considered. They did used to send us to bed early for certain transgressions, so under those circumstances, I would have had to have my diaper put on earlier than usual, but the diaper itself wasn't the penalty, it was more the social isolation, since back then nobody had televisions or computers or tablets or phones in their rooms. Other than that, maybe I lost a couple of arguments about wearing one in the car here and there, but there was never a struggle. When I got a bit older, I ended up with a stepfather who relied a little too heavily on humiliation, plus the odd spanking, to reinforce his authority, but the only incident related to diapers and discipline that I can recall was when he found the ones I had been making for myself, a couple of years after my parents stopped buying them, when I had stopped wetting the bed. He yelled at me about it in front of the whole family, and threatened to get me real diapers again, which, really, was a strange tactic, in retrospect... the kid likes wearing diapers, so, make him wear diapers? But he never followed through, and I retreated completely after that incident, and didn't put on a diaper again until a couple of decades later. Standing there, cheeks burning, in front of my mom, brother and sister, while my homemade diaper sat in a heap on the kitchen table, and he railed at me for what felt like an hour but was probably 10 minutes, inoculated me against finding joy in a diaper for a long, long time, and, that incident is probably the reason it took me so long to open up to my wife about wearing them. Though now, through the lenses of an adult's eyes (granted, an adult sitting here in a big puffy diaper), I would bet that my siblings didn't put 2 + 2 together at the time, and figure out that I was dabbling in fetishistic behaviour. I have never asked them about the incident, but, if they recall it at all, I would bet that their take at the time was that I was back to wetting the bed - it had only been maybe 18 months since the last "legitimate" time I wore a diaper in the house. But at the time, I felt like everyone knew my "terrible secret", and I even contemplated either running away, or, self-inflicted violence. The whole thing is still a smoking crater in my mind. Why does wearing plastic underpants have to be so complicated?

Ok, thats what I figured in order to keep people from "liking" their own content or posts. But how can you tell if someone did "like" what you wrote.....? Or did I miss something else....?

Glad to see an update to this! This is definitely less horrible than I was afraid of with her cousins. I hope it continues that way! Don't keep us waiting long before the next chapter!

Well, this'll be my first story here. Ready? Let's begin, shall we? - Chapter One: The Drive - The rainy spring in Corvallis, Oregon was in full force as May Holter took stock of her various belongings in her Ford Explorer. Xbox One and games? Check. Laptop computer? Check. Coffee mug? In a cup holder. Her iPhone? On her front seat. Cash? In her pocket. Toiletries. Yep. Clothes? She bit her lip and brushed her long, wavy strawberry-blonde hair away from her icy-blue eyes. She had all of her clothes in her car, but there was one notable thing in there that she had packed that filled her with doubt. She looked at the Molicare diaper pack that seemed to stare at her, teasing her, tormenting her with old memories. Mario… Her roommate, Mario Mazzanti, had died a little more than a month ago, and it was his idea that she try them on. She had as a dare, for May never backed down from a challenge. He, of course, tried them first. He was what was known as a “sissy baby”; a man who dressed as a baby girl. But beyond that, he was the nicest man she had ever met, and she loved him as a boy(or girl?)friend. Her family had never met Mario, and she had only talked sparingly about him; she hadn’t even mentioned that he had died. As for the diapers, she had started to wear them recently (albeit not using them as designed all the time), not just because it comforted her, not just because it reminded her of him, but because- No, best not to think about it. She already had the nightmares; she didn’t need it in her waking life as well. Did she really need to bring that part of her life to her family? She was sure that Winter would laugh, maybe Autumn, too. Mom would think she was a freak, maybe disown her entirely. But the diapers had helped so much… “Ah, hell with it,” May muttered, taking out a diaper before putting the package in a black duffel bag and zipping it up. She closed the trunk, making sure to shield it from the rain, and got into the front seat, the pink disposable diaper in hand. She lay down across the front seats and took off her baggy black jeans and panties. Using years of expertise (as a babysitter), she slid the diaper underneath her, and taped up the sides before putting her jeans on with some difficulty. May was 5’2”, 117 lbs., and she knew that it would be impossible to hide if she got out of the car for any reason, as the diaper was thick and unsubtle. Even her large bust and butt wouldn’t be able to distract from the obvious. But they were pretty damn comfortable, and she didn’t want to have to stop for any potty breaks on the long car drive to Redmond, Washington, where her family lived. She took a long swig from her coffee mug, turned the keys in the ignition, and began the four hour drive with hard rock music blaring in the SUV from her iPhone. The trip moved slowly, her music switching from hard rock to metalcore and back again. About two hours, give or take, she felt the urge to pee. Her naturally-taught toilet training, of course, resisted, causing her to moan. She noticed a nearby McDonald’s, and she realized - or, rather, her growling stomach made her realize - that she hadn’t eaten all day with her packing. Of course, since it was 3:15 PM, breakfast wasn’t an option, but she could certainly have a large lunch. Still, there was the whole “need to pee” thing going on. She pulled up to a parking space and tried to let go. There was nothing at first. Then there was a small trickle. Then a little bit more escaped. Then the dam broke loose and flooded it. She let out a sigh of relief. May checked the diaper. Amazingly, it had absorbed all of the pee and barely felt wet at all. Hell, it probably could’ve gone through two more floods before it needed to be changed. Still, it would be prudent to use the drive-thru. No need for others to notice that she had a wet diaper. She pulled out of the parking space, and before long she was able to order. “Welcome to McDonald’s,” a bored male voice droned. “How may I help you?” “Um, yes, could I have a twenty-piece chicken nuggets, large fries, and a regular Oreo McFlurry?” May said in one loud breath. “Will that be all?” Someone must’ve really hated his job by the tone in the voice. “Yes.” “Pull up at the window.” May did that, gave the cashier the necessary change, and got her food. She checked it, and once everything was in order, she pulled back into a parking space and chowed down. It took a while, but soon enough, everything was finished. She wiped her face with a napkin, although it wasn’t really needed, and continued on the drive, listening to her music. Eventually, she arrived at her mom’s two story house. Before she entered the driveway, though, she had to do a few things. First, of course, she took off the diaper and put it in a plastic bag to discreetly throw away. As she put on her panties and jeans, she noted that the comfort the diaper had given her had vanished entirely. Still, it wasn’t like she could go to Mom’s with it, right? Right? - Hope y'all enjoyed it so far...

Chapter 8: Treatment time My sister didn’t know what to think of things. She definitely didn’t seem jealous that I was the center of attention, laying there in the spare room. My aunt handed me another sippy drink, probably filled with medicine to make me soak my diaper. Although some of the medicine made me really sleepy, at least I didn’t get painful bladder spasms, or hurting when I wet my diaper. “Aunt Cassie….Can I watch...Netflix?” I asked, hoping she would allow me some actual normal kid entertainment. “After you get checked over, and the shots to keep your bladder working properly. The antibiotic shots should be easier on your tummy” she replied, as I teared up. “SHOTS?! NOT FAIR! WHY NO POTTY?!” I yelled. I’m not sure why I seem to have problems making it to the potty, maybe it’s just my bladder is small. My sister came in, and held me as I cried. She is usually far more impatient, and irritated by my toddler tantrums. This made me wonder if I was really sick, and they weren’t telling me. After a few minutes of crying and fussing, my aunt stepped out to use the bathroom. My sister hugged me tightly. “If you settle down a little, I’ll let you watch your fav show?” she whispered. “Well… Boss Baby?” I whispered, with a devious smile “Mom isn’t here, little sis! I’ll let you..! Okay ‘Boss baby’?” she replied. I nodded in anticipation. When my aunt returned, she gave me a hug, then I laid down so my sister could remove my diaper, and clean my girl parts. “Thanks for comforting your little sis” my aunt said. My aunt efficiently wiped my arm, and gave me another shot. After a few minutes I felt weak, and sleepy. I’m pretty sure my bladder was leaking a little. Katey’s lesson: My sister cleaned my pee-pee spot, then my aunt inserted something in there, probably a swab. I let out an “owwie!” and squirmed a little, before my aunt removed it. This time my sister had a syringe of numbing gel, poking me and squirting the gel in there. After a few minutes, my sister changed gloves, and inserted the catheter, with my aunt guiding her through the procedure. Another “Ow! Owwie!” and some tears. My sister collected the sample, and removed the catheter. After some fussing, I let my sister roll me on my tummy, and with my aunts guidance, wiped my bottom with antiseptic. I tensed up and my bladder leaked on the changing pad. It became clear my aunt was preparing multiple injections for me. “Pick up the smaller one first. This will help Sally with her anxiety, and mood issues” my aunt explained. A few seconds later, My sister poked me with a needle, and injected me with some medicine. “Ow! Ow! That hurt! Ow! Ow!” I cried out, sobbing, but tried to be still. “Good girl! Lets make sure your healthy and comfy little girl!” my aunt replied, probably not realizing how much being called ‘good girl’ and ‘little girl’ upset me. “Yeah Sally, shots in the bottom really hurt!” my sister commented, trying to comfort me. My sister tried to offer me a pacifier, but I hesitated, although quite sleepy. My aunt nodded in agreement, and my sister put it in my hand, and I put it my mouth. I was still crying, and sleepy, to fuss about being given a pacifier. Pretty soon after the shot, I felt really weak, dozed off a little, but not actually asleep. I felt my aunt direct my sister to where on my bottom the next injection was to be given. I tensed up and leaked again on the changing pad. Two more injections by my sister, probably the antibiotics. I cried some more, squirmed some more, but they expected me to cry more. I thought I heard ‘diuretic’ being whispered, before the last injection. I didn’t really react as it was obvious they were giving me diuretics to make me wet a lot, with no chance of making it to the potty. My sister wiped my bottom again, applied some cream, then rolled me over, and more rash cream, at least no suppository in my bottom this time. I was thickly diapered, and dressed, then she carried me to the couch. Me, Moody: My aunt was preparing milkshakes for my sister, and herself. Another sippy drink for me. After my sister sat down, I grabbed her milkshake, which was a lot tastier than my sippy drink. My sister and aunt weren’t very happy, especially when I kept drinking it. I was pretty sure my sister didn’t get medicine in her milkshake, and she didn’t seem to have a pull-up on. My aunt poured another one for my sister, and went back to watching the show. They did make me use my pacifier, hoping I wouldn’t irritate them too much. My sister tried holding me tighter, as I squirmed a lot during Netflix show my sister was watching, Fuller House, with my aunt. My sister threatened to put on ‘The Babysitters club’ if I didn’t settle down. I didn’t like either show, but at least it wasn’t actual toddler cartoons. After maybe an hour, my sister noticed that I’d messed my diaper, and at the end of the episode, she took me back to the spare room for another diaper change. I was red and sore from a diaper rash, and squirmed when the cream was applied. She coaxed me to drink two sippy drinks while finishing my diaper change, then returned to the couch. but nothing to make me extra fussy. We watched another episode of Fuller House, while I squirmed through some tummy cramps and bladder spasms, causing me to cry by the end of the episode. I still felt sleepy and weak from all the medicine I was given. My sisters plans: While I watched some kids show on Netflix, dozing off, my sister and aunt went into spare room to talk. It was time for aunt to go to work, leaving my sister on her own. I got the impression she expected me to be fussy, but couldn’t really understand why.

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I like the Huggies Little Movers Plus I get from Costco. They have small pieces of velcro on the front that stick to my big diaper and I use the tapes on the back to also help hold it in place. I use a size 5 in the back and a size 4 in the front. This combo allows me to use one set all day and another overnight. I used to buy size 6 but there isn't much size difference and I get so many more diapers for the same amount of money.

Never saw chapter 3 or 4. Did you write it or did you copy it from the original? Either way it's really good. Some guys have all the luck. Why couldn't that happen to me.

@oznlCommiserations from me and some very wise words indeed from @Little Sherri. I had a very well paid, very stressful job that I loved, but I could see the company was on its way down, and a new arsehole manager was enough to make me apply for what was a very good package. Adjusting to life after was tough for a few months, but the company I had worked for rapidly became unrecognizable, and today it no longer even exists. I made the mistake of jumping into a new venture too quickly, determinedly ignoring a couple of warning signs. I took quite a financial hit. To cut a long story short fate intervened and I took a part-time job lecturing, something I had never thought about before, and graduallly worked my way back up. Because my new career could be pursued pretty much anywhere and not just in financial centres, we were able to move to a deeply rural area. I grew up in the sticks (albeit somewhere else) and always dreamed about getting out of the city rat race. So although I will never earn that much and never drive a flash sports car again, I live in a beautiful part of the world on what is a very good salary in this neck of the woods, and I finally have time to pursue things which interest me, wearing nappies being just a small bit of that. So to sum up, forget about your old job, think about what you want out of life, and remember that fate has a way of coming up with opportunities which you had never considered or dreamed of. Roo wrestling in the outback?

Chapter Five “Butt up,” Mira said. Her voice had already become more generous and kind since I began to listen to her. I did what she said and raised my bottom. Then I felt my pajama shorts and panties slide off my hips, to my knees. I set my butt down a second later and the diapers crinkled beneath it. Even before she pulled it up between my legs, it felt so thick. The scent of baby powder filled the air and I felt myself slip further and further away from the surface. Baby powder was always a weakness of mine, and the way Mira liberally poured it between my legs was proof that she knew exactly what she was doing. She brought the diaper up and taped each side - the bottom ones, then the tops - and I squeezed my thighs together instinctively. With the stuffer, it was so much padding - I couldn’t even touch my knees! I whimpered as she pulled the second diaper with a second stuffer up over the first. Four more soft tearing sounds, four more light presses against my waist, and finally the same pat on the front of my diapers that Mira gave to Honey. Just the same as my stuffed teddy bear, I could hardly feel it through the layers of padding. Mira pulled me to my feet. I struggled to stay standing as my knees trembled, as my thighs were forced apart but the unbelievable thickness. I didn’t remember the last time I wore two diapers, and the stuffers made it so much worse. I tried to find the words to argue, but before I could the bulb of a pacifier pushed its way past my lips. Mira tapped the button on the front and smiled happily. “Remember the rules. No talking until I take it out.” I wanted to glare at her, but my feelings were insurmountable. Small. Weak. Shy. I looked away to spare myself the embarrassment as Mira went to my closet. What was she doing? “What to dress my dolly in today,” she mused to herself. I pouted behind the pacifier and looked down at the diapers between my legs. The bunnies were pink and happy. The stars were a good indication that I was dry. Not that the stars on the outer diaper would ever disappear, not with all the padding between them and me. At least that was a silver lining, right? I looked at Mira’s diaper as she rummaged around my closet. The little cartoon fairies smiled back at me, but all their pixie dust was gone. Soaked through. Ugh, how was I letting this happen! I stepped forward with an ounce of determination and went to say something. A comment about her soggy bottom? Or how she looked like such a little girl? But the words were lost in babbles behind the pacifier. It got Mira’s attention, just as she pulled a pink frilly dress off one of the hangers. “Ah, ah, ah! No talking, remember? I’ll take your pacifier out when I want your input.” I tried to says something again and she put her finger to the front of the pacifier, shushing me. I felt heart sink and my stomach flip. The waters of little space rose an inch. “Lulu,” she said sharply, a nickname and a tone only Mommy would use. I felt frozen in place. “Remember last night? Remember the rules you made, as unfair as they were? I followed them, because that’s what you do when you play a game. Now you already agreed to these new rules, remember?” Agreed under duress! But was her stinky scene last night any different? “You’re my dolly. And if you don’t want to play the game, I can make your weekend a whole lot worse. Understand?” I sighed around the pacifier, looking at my feet. I hated when she had a point. “Nod if you understand.” I nodded. “Good. Now let’s get my dolly dressed for the day!” She held up the pink party dress, with ruffles and built-in petticoats. It was made of a soft cotton with satin under layers, and would hardly come down past my waist. It was something that Mommy had bought me - and Mira had a purple one to match! - and she used it exclusively for humiliating us. But today Mira wouldn’t be wearing hers. It would just be me. Mira dressed me like a child dresses a doll. She didn’t ask me to raise my arms or turn around; she lifted my arms for me and spun me in circles. She posed me in the best positions, slid the dress over my head, and tied the sash in a bow at the back. Then she slipped my glasses on my face and I felt a touch of clarity. But not enough. The way she moved me, like I wasn’t even a person… I wasn’t sure I could speak even if Mira took the paci from my lips. “Gosh you’re so cute! But, hmm… let’s do something about your hair.” Mira had short hair, fluffy around her ears and not even touching her shoulders. My hair was long and wavy, with natural curls at the tips. Neither of us had to do anything with our hair to look cute other than brush it in the morning. So ‘doing something about my hair’ was probably just another way to embarrass me. Sure enough, Mira went over to my vanity and found two hair ties. She grabbed a few ribbons and a hair brush as well. I watched nervously as she rummaged around in one of the drawers, picking out some key make up items, and making a basket with the hem of her shirt. When she seemed satisfied, she walked over to me - holding the hem of her shirt closed like a carrying pouch - and used her free hand to take mine. “You can’t walk or move unless I’m holding your hand,” Mira told me sternly, though her tone was closer to that of a little girl giving an order to her dolls. That should have helped me surface from my little space, but for some reason it only pushed me further under. “Nod if you understand.” Reluctantly, I nodded and sucked the pacifier for comfort. No moving without her holding me, just like a dolly. The more I played this game, the more I realized I had no hope of winning. ------------------- Thank you for reading! Like, comment, and check us out on our Patreon!

In dreamland, a spiky silver Golem greets a Pink dinosaur. “...” Silver tells Pink the dino “So the princess already has half of them, this isn’t good.” Pink mumbles to himself. “Aww, why? I thought the plan was for the heshe to get them all and kill the nightmare king.” Yuki the rabbit girl asks. “Not like this,” Pink tells her. “The princes will need to learn how to properly use the weapons if they are to kill the other nightmares. But someone had to try to speed things up.” Pink glares at the Rabbit girl as she turns away from him while covering her butt. Remembering the spanking she got last time she made pink mad. “...” Silver tells them “I'll take your word for it.” Pink replies. “If they can at least beat your spoon form, then they should be roughly where we want them. Any word on the other problems we have?” “Last I checked they were still very far behind the princess, but if they take another long break she might have a big headache coming soon,” Yuki tells them. Pink has a worried look on his dino face. “Silver, as soon as you restore your armor I want you to intercept them and slow them down. We can't have the princes fighting them yet. Yuki, go to where the princes was last spotted and wait for them. As soon as they show up, follow them, and stay hidden. Only come out IF there is a big threat. DO NOT INTERACT WITH THE PRINCES OTHERWISE!” pink tells them while glaring at the troublesome bunny. “Y-YES SIR!” Yuki tells him before bouncing off as fast as possible. “...” “She’s lucky she’s cute. Or that bottom of hers would be spanked a lot more often for the trouble.” Pink mumbles before sighing and looking at the temple he guarded. ***************** “WHAT'S HAPPENING!” I scream in my new high pitched voice. “Oh no, Anna, qwick, go get some towels,” Mom tells her youngest who runs off. “Amani, just stay still.” “Why am I standing in my piss!?'' I scream out as my heart begins to pound faster. “It might be a side effect of the transformation,” Pardie says as the now clean diaper floats over to us. “Just as babies can't hold their needs, so cant the princess of dreamland. The more you turn into a woman, the less control you have. In theory.” “THAT'S BULLSHIT!'' I scream as Anna comes back with the towels. “ARE YOU TELLING ME I'LL SOON NEED DIAPERS FOREVER?” *toot* I immediately sprint to the bathroom, leaving wet pee footprints on the wooden floor as I run inside and slam the door. “It is only a theory,” Pardie tells the remaining woman as my mom tries to clean the puddle I made. “It could also just be that due to the body changing, Princess needs to relearn control over their new body.” “Did grandma need diapers?” Anna asked mom. “In her later years, she needed them.” Mom replied to Anna. “No, I mean when she was the princess,” Anna asked mom curiously. That's when mom froze. And tried to think about it. “I-I don't think so?” Mom tells Anna. “I don't remember her needing diapers growing up. When was she the princess?” With everything going on, she was more focused on me and my daily struggles with being the princess Mom had never really thought about the fact that her mother was once the Princess of dreamland. “Pardie, how old was my mom when she was the princess?” Mom asked the diaper. “Data corrupted,” Pardie responds. “What was my mom like as the princess?” “Data corrupted.” “Why did my mom stop being the princess?” “Data corrupted. “Is there anything you can tell me about her?” Mom asked as she started to get annoyed. “That she was the previous princess.” the diaper told her which was something she already knew. So she let out a little sigh. “What do you mean Data corrupted?” Clover asked “Info not known,” Pardie tells them. The girls could hear the bathtub water running for a moment before I came out of the bathroom. “PARDIE!'' I shout as I come out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my skirt and my wet underwear loosely in my hands after giving it a quick wash. “You better hope I can hold it when I turn back because I swear I'll shove you in a dumpster if I'm forced to wear diapers for the rest of my life!” I then march back to my room pissed. Clover on the other hand was blushing a little bit as she realized I was walking around without underwear in a girl's body… “Clover, in a little bit, could you and Amani take Anna to the gas station to pick up some ice cream and soda?” Mom asked clover, snapping her out of her train of thought. “Oh, um, ya sure,” Clover tells her “Ya, ice cream!” Anna shouted happily. Mom smiled as she was trying to remember where she put some things. ************** “Why am I doing this again?” I whined as I was constantly checking my skirt to make sure it was hiding the pull up I was forced to wear. Pardie tried to have me put him on. With him out of energy, I would only transform but not be sent back to dreamland. But I absolutely refused. Sure, it might be convenient to catch any accident I might have, but I also didn't want to be stuck in a used diaper should I accidentally use it. I would rather be able to change myself than need clover or Anna help me take him off. “Well, at least it will be hard for anyone to tell who you are,” Clover tells me with a smile. “Oh! She needs a new name when she is like this!” Anna suggested. “How about Rachel.” “Why Rachel?” Clover asked. “I always wanted a baby sister named Rachel,” Anna said with a big smile as she hugged my waist. “And now I have one.” I push her off of me as I feel like I'm having a major headache. “No way, not happening,” I tell them. “I don't need a fake name.” “Come on, I'm sure we could think of something cute for your new body,” Clover tells me with a slight giggle as she was enjoying watching my frustration and embarrassment. “Just leave it alone, we're here anyway,'' I tell them as we enter the gas station. Anna hurries over to the ice cream section and gets the Vanilla Icecream mom wanted us to buy along with a two-liter root beer. Clover was also looking into a few snacks she could buy for herself. “Let's hurry up and get home,” I tell them as I finish paying for the ice cream and soda. But Clover still needed to pay, and as she was, 3 teen girls came into the gas station talking to one another and knotted Clover. “Clover! How are you doing!” one of the girls says. Clover turns and notices them. “Oh hey, Gabby!” The two of them give each other a little hug and greet. “What are you doing here?” Gabby asks. “Im hanging out at my friend's house,” Clover tells her as she turns to us and suddenly we both realize she needed to introduce me and Anna. “im...Rachel.” I told the girl as I felt a shiver run down my spine. “And this is my cousin Anna.” Anna was snorting and was trying not to laugh as she noticed I now had to use the name she suggested. I'm so going to give her a wedgie when we get home. “This is Gabby, we have English class together,” Clover tells us “It's nice to meet you,” Gabby replied and turned back to Clover. “Hey what are you doing next week?” “Nothing, why?” clover responds. “Well, my parent are going to be gone for a few days and I'll have the house to myself so I'm planning to have a party. If your not busy, you should come.” Gabby tells clover before looking at me. “You can also come if you like.” “Oh, no, I'm going home soon so cant,'' I tell her with a slightly nervous smile. “She’ll be there!’ Anna shouts confidently. “We'll make sure she goes!” Gabby lets out a giggle as I try my hardest not to glare at my little sister and hold the fake smile on my face. Forget a wedgie. I'm giving her a swirly when we get home. Clover said goodbye to her friend as I practically pushed us out the door before something else could go wrong. As we were leaving, I didn't notice a girl in Gabbys group staring at me. **************** “I'm so bored…” Yuki moans in dreamland as she has been waiting at the temple. She was sitting atop it and waited for my return. “When will the princess be back?” That's when she began to hear something. A light rustling not far from where she was. Yuki hid for a moment to see who it might be. Not long after she hides, a pink humanoid woman with horns is seen walking up to the temple. Her massive breast and hips swaying as she walked. A cold sweat ran down Yuki's face as she recognized who this was. “Well, well, hello darling.” Yuki hears the nightmare speak in a polite tone. “I can seance you darling, no point hiding from me now is there?” Yuki stands up and lets herself be known to this nightmare. “You're not who I was expecting.” the creature says looking up at the bunny girl. “I was expecting something more fun.” “How are you here?” Yuki asked. “Your group shouldn't be here for weeks.” “Hahaha, oh, sorry darling, but while the rest of them play by the rules I don't really care.” the nightmare tells Yuki. “im Lustive the Lust. I only do what I find pleasurable.” As she said those words, her eyes narrowed on Yuki as her tongue licked her lips. Yuki’s body tenses as she knows who this was and knows she couldn't fight them. If it were Pink or Silver, then they could. If she left now, she was sure her speed could get her away from that thing. But if she did leave and the princes showed up while it was still here, there's no telling what would happen. “So darling, why is such a cute little thing like you garding a place like this? I can already see the magic from here has been removed. Could it be your waiting for someone?” Lustive asked. “I wonder how much pleasure I could get from them?” Yuki immediately lunged at Lustive and kicked their head as hard as she could, knocking it clean off the nightmare's body! Yuki began panting heavily as she couldn't believe what she had just done. Both fear and adrenaline rushed through her body as she just reacted. She was just glad she could attack while it's guard was down and kill it before it could harm the princess. “Why thank you darling.” Yuki heard as Lustive's headless body was right behind her and grabbed her arms and lifted them upward. Yuki looked over at the head she had just kicked off as it rolled over for Yuki to see Lustives face. “You reminded me I still had my breakfast in my body,” Lustive said as her face suddenly dissolved into a pink liquid, leaving behind a skull as the liquid slithered back to the main body. From the main body, an entire skeleton was suddenly pushed out and crumpled to the ground right beside Yuki. “Now then.” Lustive sails as her head reformed back onto her shoulders and leaned in closer to Yuki's ears. Her body sprouted two more arms and grabbed the rabbit girl's breast. “Why don't we have some fun before you become my snack.” Yuki leaped up into the air and got out of Lustives liquid grip before sprinting away. Without a host, Lustive had no real body strength, but that didn't matter to her. Neither did the little bunny escaping. She had much more fun playing with her prey after they tiered themselves out and can no longer resist her pleaser. “What fun will you show me little bunny?” Lustive asked as she started to give chase.

Clara and Moira spend the next couple hours exploring Clara’s living area. It’s even bigger than the stadium size she initially thought probably several square kilometers. The area they are walking through is large grassy field spotted with stands of scrub oak. It’s not unpleasantly warm but she has been drinking a lot and a familiar need makes itself known. She’s been so focused that she hasn’t realized how bad she has to go Like an 8 out of ten? But it’s a long walk back. Moira can apparently call a shuttle but that would still take a bit. Realizing that the nearest stand is a ways off and with no place for cover. “Hey Moira? Do you mind, if I like pop a squat?” Clara’s face is beet red. Moira scans a translation. “You need to, Urinate or Defecate?” “Yes. I have to piss.” Clara wants a hole to swallow her “There is no shame friend Clara but I will turn to make you comfortable so you can void freely.” “Thanks Moira.” It takes her a bit to get started after she pulls down her shorts but she manages letting a hissing stream loose onto the dirt. She even manages to strike up a conversation with Moira about her work which even with a Ph.D. she can only follow a fraction of. When the last drops patter to the ground she sighs in resignation pulling her shorts up and grimacing as she feels a couple damp spots but lacks anything to wipe with. “I think we can take the shuttle back.” “As you wish friend Clara.” Moira smiles pleasantly at her. “Clara?” “Yeah Moira?” The giant woman seems weirdly pensive almost nervous and vulnerable as the grass whips by the electric cart. “You know I have emotions that do not always but can line up to human ones towards you yes?” “Uhhh yeah, Moira are you okay?” “ I am fine but…. Skin bonding is very important to my people and you are so…. I find you adorable? I think that is English word.” “Yes I am aware Moira much to my eternal humiliation.” Clara sticks her tongue out playfully. “But what are you getting at?” “I would like to…” Moira searches for words. “I would like to do naked cuddles with Clara. On a regular basis. Would Clara like this?” The poor girls brain short circuits for a few seconds but then. “It felt good before and it’s not like she would ever do anything. Like she’s held me and bathed me and as weird as it was at first, I needed it. This doesn’t seem sexual and honestly Christine and I… No don’t think… We did this sometimes with friends. Took an occasional bath and frequent showers together. It’s just how chill she is with nudity that seems weird but it’s honestly kind of refreshing? She’s just checking in because she wants to formalize it as part of our relationship. So why not? It feels good and I think it’s helping me heal ..... Yes?” Which is how Clara found herself quickly stripped, first her bra and then her shoes and work out shorts. Before being held in her caretaker’s lap. Feeling the rocking of the vehicle as she rests her head on Moira’s soft warm tummy. Feeling herself getting very drowsy as her eyes flutter and start to close.

When I began my untraining, two years ago, I used to initially make myself pee a little whenever I became aware of my bladder for any reason. I also sipped very regularly from a a glass of water. It didn't take long for me to learn to relax and let the pee come out whenever I felt the slightest amount of pressure in my bladder. Over time, probably close to 12 months there will be a noticeable shrinking in the bladder's capacity as its learning never to hold any pee and therefore naturally shrivels in size eventually making holding any volume almost impossible. It took me 18 months to get the stage where I was totally unaware of having wet myself if I remained in the same position for any length of time. I only now realise I'm peeing if I make a sudden upright movement from sitting when some residual urine will be released. I occasionally sit on a diaper with it open and see that every couple of seconds a few drops of urine are being released. I never now flood my diaper or have any daytime leaks. Its just a very slow gradual release and I eventually simply become aware that my diaper has become heavier and so its then time for a change.

Pooh you're a sweet guy and I know you from chat. Respect her wishes sweetie believe me. If you want to try the pooping so badly, wait till shes going to be gone a few hours and enjoy yourself. Air the place out and have the thrill of a lifetime. Never force it on her. She already indulges you. Be happy with what you have now. Sweetie we never know what the future has in store for us. What if one day you come home and she tells you to poop your diaper ? Things have a way of happening that we cannot control. Be patient and love your partner with all your heart.

This is the final chapter. I hope you have enjoyed it. Chapter 19 Life for April and Raylin revolved around almost, but not quite, having sex for the rest of the semester. Raylin had taken many turns at orally pleasuring Mei-Lin now. She still preferred April’s delicate touch, but he was adequate for the first pleasuring of the night. She gave regular spankings to April. Raylin also administered correction under his mistress’s direction to April from time to time. April would often misbehave for the sole purpose of earning a spanking. Mei-Lin suspect that a spanking with the chastity belt gave her some satisfaction that she otherwise wouldn’t feel. Raylin had earned only one spanking. It was early in that first semester as Mei-Lin’s submissive diaper boy. He was late for dinner and had been drinking. Mei-Lin tied him face down to the bed and administered a full 20 strokes with her wooden paddle. It must have been effective because Raylin wet himself during the correction and never came to dinner late or drunk again. Once a week, on Saturday night, Mei-Lin removed April from her belt to inspect her and to shave any new stubble. Raylin was on the same schedule, but on a different day. The two lovebirds were never out of chastity at the same time for good reason. On the Saturdays Mei-Lin released her, if April had been good the previous week, Mei-Lin permitted her to have sex with Raylin using the dildo. She was so horny on her Saturday nights that she almost came from the first stroke. Raylin showed excellent form in keeping her going and satisfied after several orgasms that yielded nothing for him. He did it for April. On the Sundays Raylin was cleaned and inspected, she gave April the choice of performing oral on him or slipping his cock into the hole in the back of her chastity belt. Most times she would perform oral. She had become adept at bringing him to the edge and making him beg to finish. The times she opted for an anal adventure, she enjoyed being mounted from behind and Raylin would caress her breasts and kiss her neck. She came only once anally, but it was amazing. When the semester finally ended, Mei-Lin invited Raylin over for an unlocking party. She had promised to release April from her belt and he from his cage to consummate their carnal relationship. April was first to have her diaper removed and her belt unlocked. It was such a relief to know it wouldn’t be going back on, at least for a while. Raylin was next and was already dribbling clear, sticky juice from his cage. Mei-Lin had one condition. Raylin had to be on his back and April would mount him, facing away from him. April would orally pleasure Mei-Lin while riding Raylin. Everyone got something in celebration. She never permitted Raylin and April intimacy without being present. Sometimes she watched and other times she was a passive participant. Mei-Lin still put them both in diapers every night. Those thick Bebe diapers Raylin introduced to April and Mei-Lin were perfect. The trio spent the winter break together. Mei-Lin didn’t want to fly home and a road trip was too long. April and Raylin couldn’t stand to be apart from each other for long enough to go home. So, they all had a traditional Christmas dinner with a side of egg rolls. Mei-Lin splurged and bought a good bottle of bourbon. It was the first time Mei-Lin had more than a taste of wine since she started college. At the beginning of the spring semester, Mei-Lin locked her two pets back into their confinements that mandated diapers at all times. The routine was smooth and Mei-Lin’s pride in her subs was immense. It was a thrilling arrangement for Mei-Lin and satisfying one for Raylin and April. Complications arose when Mei-Lin applied for and received an internship in Silicon Valley with Macro Systems. She would spend the summer on the company’s California campus, close to her parent’s home. It wouldn’t do to bring April and Raylin out to the west coast with her. They both wanted to come with her but understood the complications it would cause. Mei-Lin stumbled upon something that piqued her interests. In her BSDM reading, she had stumbled upon references to a dominatrix in the Greater Chicago area that trained subs. She even specialized in diapered subs, trained to order. Mei-Lin fired off an email and requested a meeting. Not long after, Mei-Lin’s phone rang and she answered, “Hello, Mei-Lin speaking.” The female voice on the other end replied, “Please hold for Mistress Ingrid.” This is the end of Mei-Lin’s beginning. The rest is the beginning of a Mistress Ingrid Bergstrom story.

About an hour ago. Arrived home to an empty house and a note saying not to expect the roomie til late tonight. As luck would have it, I really needed to go #1 and #2 so I grabbed a PeekABU, diapered up, and let nature take its course. It still has a good bit of capacity left, so I'll try to hang out in it til I have at least one more good wetting. Then I'll take a shower with my Baby Magic calming baby wash, follow up with the matching lotion, and slip into a pair of training pants and my new jammies.

Putting in a Foley and then planning to mess is a disaster level UTI waiting to happen. Leaving an open tract into your bladder and introducing fecal matter is a serious risk, and I would caution you to pick one or the other, just not both at the same time.

Well, I apologize for taking so long with this. Here's the fourth chapter: Chapter Four: The Dream. May immediately began to cry when she had returned to her room. She thought that she had gotten over the things that happened, but it was obvious that it was a lie she told herself. “You’re so boring.” Those three words were so simple, so innocent...but they reminded her of the absolute worst day of her life: the day that Mario died. She sobbed into a pillow, not wanting anyone to overhear her. She wanted to put on another diaper, have her mom tell her that everything would be fine, drop all pretenses of being an adult. She wanted to be what her boyfriend wanted to be: a baby girl. Well, she had the crying part down pat, at least. Now for the diaper. She went to the closet where her clothes were and quickly put on a diaper and her pajamas to hide the telltale bulge. The sense of comfort returned, and now she didn’t regret bringing her diapers with her to her mom’s house. She heard a knock on the door. “May?” It was Mom. “Are you going to be okay?” “I’m fine, Mom,” May lied. “I’ll just go to bed early tonight.” “Okay, sweetie. Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you, okay?” “Okay, Mom.” May was true to her word; she immediately went to sleep. Her dream - at least, the one she remembered - was...odd, to say the least. She was in a forest location, clad in only a diaper. She covered her breasts with her arms out of subconscious modesty. She looked around the clearing to see someone in a rather frilly, infantile dress with his diaper not being covered by it. It could only be Mario. He looked at her, his long black pigtails flowing in the breeze as he shielded his friendly gray eyes. He walked over to her and gave her a hug. “Hey, baby,” he said with a purposeful lisp. “Mith me?” “All the time...baby.” May giggled. That’s all they really were: two big babies, barely old enough to put words together, let alone grow out of diapers. “It’s been too long, Mario…” “Bet you can’t fill your diaper before I fill mine,” he teased. “Bring it on, Maria!” Mario grinned as his baby name was said. “On the count of three.” May nodded. “One!” May began to squat. “Two!” She felt her sphincter open. “Three!” Then came the mother of all blowouts, followed by a huge leakage. She laughed and giggled like a hyena, but felt completely uncomfortable all of a sudden. She woke up to a nightmare. Judging by the smell, she really did have the mother of all blowouts in her diaper, and it clung to her. She could also smell pee, and she realized that it had leaked right through her diaper. But the worst thing? Her mom was standing right by the door, looking at her very messy and wet daughter.

I live in the Poconos, but come down to the valley pretty regularly

We now live High Point/Greensboro area!

Chapter II “Morning mom. How was your night? Any potty incidents?” I said jokingly. She did not answer, just gave a terrible look of resentment. One I found amusing given the circumstances. I knew that if I wanted to push her to accept this treatment, I needed her to look at me as more than just her daughter. She already knows I’m smarter and more assertive than her, but she won’t accept me as a superior yet. She needs to have an accident in front of me, and it needed to be big, and humiliating enough for her to accept that she needed help. My help. But that would come after, right now it was time to plant the seeds, and keep her night wettings going as much as possible. “Mom, I got this at school. One of the parents of the French club gave it to us so we can raffle it, but you know how I feel about alcohol. So I was thinking that you might give it a better use” I handed her a bottle of wine. “1996? Honey, this must be really expensive” she answered, giving the bottle a careful scan. “I know. I just don’t know what could I do with it. If you don’t want…” “Thanks” she said, smiling deviously. “It’s okay mom. Would you like me to pour some for you?” “Mhmm, thanks hun. It’s been a really long day and mom needs some relaxing time” The plan was simple, get mom really drunk before bed a couple of nights a week. Drunk enough to get her wet during the night. Pretend not to see anything at first, but be suspicious about her morning laundry. Then, after a couple of weeks, bring up the topic with empathy, and see how she reacts. Phase one, as I called it, was about to begin. Mom sat in the living room, a glass of wine in her hand, a movie on the TV. Throughout the night, as I did my homework, I kept serving her more and more wine. After a couple of hours she was passed out on the couch. I woke her up with the most motherly tone possible. Led her to her room and tucked her in. Watching her sleeping was, surprisingly, something I found myself enjoying. She looked peaceful, no more problems or preoccupations. The morning came faster than expected, and with it came the same walk of shame mom had made before. Sheets on her hands, tip-toeing around the house. This time though, I said nothing. Just woke up and made breakfast for us, something mom used to do before, but part of the plan is to take away her responsibilities, and this seemed like a good way to start. “Morning mom. Had a good sleep?” “Oh, morning hun. You made breakfast?” “Yeah. Thought you might need some food after all this washing. I just finished, so see you later” I left her without saying anything else. Did not even gave her time to answer or process. It became a routine for the next couple of weeks. Phase one, was a total success. Not only did mom stopped doing anything around the house, but washing her sheets, but she also start wetting the bed without having drink the night before. It was time to step up the game and confront her about her bedwetting. Hey guys if you want other Role REversal scenarios let me know

I remember being diapered in cloth and Gerber plastic pants...I was 7 years old in 1951 when my Dad put me back into diapers. My mother was in the hospital for alcohol problems.. Our housemaid looked after me after school. After the first week when my Dad diapered me at bed time I was accepting being diapered, Then my Dad had to go out if town for ten days. At 8 pm Ruby our housemaid said it was time to get into my diaper, I was in shock! She reminded me that she did the laundry. Diapered I went off to sleep and woke up wet. The next night Ruby diapered me at 6 PM. After school she asked how I liked being diapered at 6 PM? I said yes. Ruby said fine I know what little boys want, would you like be diapered when you come home from school? I didn't say anything and went straight to my bedroom and got on the changing table. When Friday afternoon came Ruby said that I would be in diapers the whole weekend. I enjoyed every minute of it. At diaper changes she would let use the toilet to poop. How ever if I had to poop before a change I was to use the diaper. On Sunday morning after breakfast I messed my diaper at 9 AM and was told I would be changed until Noon. Beside the smell I enjoyed a messy diaper. When Dad came Ruby convinced him I should be diapered after school until the next morning and all weekend. I was in heaven for four months!

Personally, I am hoping that she doesn't. I agree with Shotgun Diplomat that a story set in what purports to be the real world needs to adhere to some real world parameters, and one of them is that an adult or child long out of diapers is not going to wet herself randomly just because she put off going to the bathroom unless a whole lot of time goes by. That is a trope that only happens in diaper fetish stories and usually signals a lack of imagination on the part of the author. Which brings me to Kim. SD is absolutely correct: this woman is acting like a lunatic. Even for an aunt in a diaper story, she is being so unreasonable as to make it necessary to question her sanity (and Beth's, for leaving Emily with her). No one is unaware that there is a world of difference between children at five and thirteen years old. All you need to do is open your eyes or, I don't know, engage your brain for a few seconds, and you know that. Thus, Kim is intentionally treating Emily as a small child for her own nefarious reasons, and in all honesty I can't think of any reason other than wanting to regress her that would suffice. And there is no real world person who sets out to regress someone, especially for no particular reason. Nicole will likely say that this is a diaper story, so such tropes are expected. But the best diaper stories find plausible ways of making things happen instead of artificially imposing them on characters. Of course, this does presuppose that Babydry is trying to write a good diaper story. If all they want is something to be read one-handed, then I take everything back.

Now you listen here. There is no reason to take a condescending tone regarding my comment. I am fully aware that the suspension of belief is a key component to these stories. I asked the question, because suspending said belief is a hard thing to do when the stories are purported to take place in the actual world. Or a version of it. The mustache twirling one dimensional evil or manipulative character is a fine trope to trot out. I was just hoping to prompt the author, and allow them the chance to write an internal monologue for "Kim". Giving all of us as readers a glimpse into her motivation, and therefore a better understanding of the character entire.

When I first started wearing diapers in public ( underneath my pants) I was so worried everyone could tell. After a few times I realized no one knew I was diapered. So I started wetting my diapers out in public, again no one seemed to notice. It was only after I started messing my diapers while out in public that anyone took notice. The one best thing I have learned over the years is chose when and where you mess your diapers when out in public if you care what others may say or think of you when you have a loaded diaper. As for myself I no longer care what others my say or think when they notice my diapers smell of poop, all I say is be thankful it’s not you in a diaper.

Plastic pants are a funny thing in ABDL circles. They are far more than simply part of a cloth diaper. They are also an important element in their own right. When we published a book about a boy stealing plastic pants from a clothesline, we were inundated with tweets and emails from people who claimed to have down the same thing or seriously considered it. It seems like most ABDL literature is a fictional rendition of what the author secretly wants for themselves.

I might have been "caught" last weekend at my favorite local brewery. I had left my backpack with a spare diaper in it (Rearz Safari) by the sofa I was sitting in, also the backpack was open. I had gone outside and when I came back in a group had taken my spot and my backpack wasn't there. The bartender (female) told me she had it behind the bar and said sorry as she handed it to me. Not sure if the sorry was because she saw it and maybe the group of people did too or that they had taken my seat? The attached pic shows my diapered butt while there. So even if they didn't see inside my bag they sure saw my puffy butt

The doorbell rang as Melissa sat quietly watching TV. Her soaked diaper squished between her legs and directly on the couch. Melissa thought nothing of her current outfit, it was something she wore round the house alot. Clad in a pink T shirt that fit her rather snug, showing off her petite figure, and her soaked diaper that was so wet it bulged out to nearly halfway down her thigh as she sat. Melissa looked down at her diaper and realized how solid it looked. There was no room for any air or dryness, it was full with pee. Hearing someone at the front door Melissa suddenly became self conscious. As she heard the woman enter the house Melissa quickly sat up with a squishy crinkle. With a slight gasp, Melissa quickly hopped up and leaned over the couch to grab a blankie. She had to cover herself if someone was visiting. As she was leaned over the couch, her squishy diapered butt on full display, Melissa heard her mother and the woman enter the room. "And it looks like someone is already wet" Melissa heard her mother say. Quickly flipping over and covering herself with the blankie, Melissa began to blush. She realized that she was looking at her mother and her new babysitter. The baby sitter looked to be in her mid 20's, and wore bright colored clothes that made her look like she worked at a daycare. The sitter smiled at Melissa saying, "Awe Hi there cutie, you must be Melissa." Melissa nodded and smiled back. "I am Haley" the babysitter said while waving. Haley then followed Melissas mother to finish up her tour of the house, and as they were walking out of the room Melissa heard her mother say, "Now Billy is on the verge of being fully potty trained, so hopefully you will only have to worry about Melissas diapers." Melissa sat in the TV room thinking about what her mother had just said. Was Billy already potty trained? She then looked around the room, noticing that she was watching Sponge Bob, under a Disney cars blanket in a soaked diaper. Was she a complete baby? Melissa then waddled upstairs to get on something a little bit more appropriate for company. She got to her room and threw on a pair of jeans. While slipping on her jeans Melissa realized how much room she had in the butt of her jeans. She giggled slightly as she though that they were the perfect soaked diaper jeans, then took a look at herself in the mirror. Her outfit looked completely normal, unless you looked close and noticed that the crotch of her jeans had a large sagging bulge that hung closer to her left leg and sagged down to her thigh. She then turned around to see that the top of her pants were loose fitting and you could see the top of her diaper that fit nice and tight on her lower back. With a slight shake of her bum, Melissa giggled then headed back down to watch the rest of her show. About halfway through her show, Melissa stood up and bent forward without much thought. She was just going through the motions as she started pooping her diaper. It came so natural to Melissa, she was simply pooping her pants without thinking about it. When she was all finished, Melissa realized what she had just done. She didnt want to sit back down in her mess, but her show was too good. Lost in the TV, Melissa placed her messy bum on the couch and got comfy. Once the show was over, Melissa looked down to see that her diaper was extremely bulgy and showing through her jeans. Just then her mother and Haley walked in. "Uh oh, I think someone made stinky poopoo's" Said Melissas mother as she helped Melissa off the couch. She then turned Melissa around and pulled back the loose top of her jeans and looked down her diaper. Melissa noticed Haley looking on with a smile on her face.

CH.12 Melissa woke up the next morning to her mother opening her door. "Good morning baby, time to get up for school." Said her mom. Melissa groggily rubbed her eyes. While she rubbed she felt her mother place her hand on her crotch. "Oh my, did you have an accident last night?" Said Melissas mom. Melissa sat frozen in her bed trying to figure out what was going on. No sooner than Melissa had realized that she had to wake up for school, Melissas mom was changing her diaper. Melissas mom gently laid Melissa back on the bed and held her hand on Melissas crotch while undoing her tapes. Then she pulled down Melissas diaper and started wiping her gently. Melissa smiled and relaxed as she was being changed. Her mother slid out her dirty diaper, then replace it with a dry X-plus. She powdered Melissa, and then taped her shut. "Ok sweetie go get your close on, and I will have your breakfast ready for you downstairs." Melissa got ready and headed out for school. She had been to school with a diaper on before and was surprisingly not nervous at all that she had a bigger, thicker diaper on. In fact, Melissa felt almost used to her diaper. She got to school, and was immediately greeted by her girlfriends. While the girls told melissa everything that happened the day she missed Melissa wondered if they noticed that she had a padded butt. By the looks in their faces Melissa could tell that they could care less. They were so interested in themselves, that they would never know. Melissa went to her classes that day and felt secure no one would find out, and sure enough, no one did. During her last class, she went pee pee in her pants, and enjoyed being in a wet diaper in class. She made her way home that day, and walked into her house fully confident and happy. Melissa grabbed a snack and went to her room to do her homework. During her last assignment she had finished her snack, and felt the need to go poo poo. Melissa tried to not think about it, and finish her work while pooping, but couldnt seem to go while sitting down. She decided to stand up at her desk and finish her work. While hunched over slightly, calculating her last equation, melissa felt herself finally relax and her poop spreading throughout her diaper. "Wow, I made a big poopy!" Melissa thought to herself, and she felt her bulging butt. Melissa contemplated sitting back down, but instead finished her last problem standing. Melissa walked down stairs in her poopy diaper, still dressed in her school clothes, and walked into the kitchen where her mother and father were cooking dinner. Melissa walked to the fridge and grabbed a drink, waddling the whole way, pretending as if nothing had happened. She noticed her parents follow her as she walked obviously knowing what she had done in her diaper. Melissa walked to the TV room and turned on the Disney channel. She sat down and enjoyed her messy diaper while watching her kid shows. Melissa felt so special as she watched TV. A few minutes after sitting down, she saw her mother come into the TV room with a diaper bag on her shoulder. "Melissa I think we need to get you changed" she said. Melissa kept staring at the TV, and slowly thrusted her pelvic forward as if to tell her mother to change her right there. She kept her eyes glues to her show, as her mom slid her jeans down, and changed her diaper. Melissa felt so little watching her show as her mother changed her, Melissa didnt take one look at her mother, simply lifted her butt when her mother said so and watched the TV. A little while after the change, Melissas mom called her into the dinning room for dinner. Melisssa waddled into the room, and sat down with her whole family. During dinner, Melissa was reminded that they were all going to her grandparents house for the weekend. Melissa went into deep thought, thinking about what it was going to be like to get changed in front of her grandparents, and her uncles and cousins and aunts. Melissa was excited to just spend the whole weekend being little around her whole family. They were going to find out sooner or later she figured. After dinner Melissa started making her way back up to her room when her mother stopped her. "Melissa sweetie, do you need me to pack your clothes for you for grannies?" asked her mom. "No mom, I can pack my clothes. But what about my, um..." melissa thought about how she could say diapers. "Your diapers?" Her mother cut in. Melissa nodded. "I will take care of those sweet heart, and you dont have to worry, Granny and Papa already know and agreed with me, that if you are having accidents then you should be protected." said her mother. Melissa blushed and smiled. "Thanks mom," melissa said giving her mother a big hug. Melissa started making her way up the stairs to her room when all of the sudden her mother said, "oh I almost forgot. I got you a little surprise. Wait in your room and i will be right there!" Melissa crinkled into her room, then sat on her bed waiting for her mom. Her mother came in handing melissa a pair of footie jammies. "Here baby, just incase you get cold at night," said her mom. Then took Melissas pants off and shirt off, leaving Melissa in just socks and a diaper. Her mom then sat her on the bed again, and took her socks off then slid on her footie jammies. She zipped the sleeper up, and then patted melissas bum. "All done" she said with a smile. Melissa smiled, and started checking herself out in the mirror as her mom left the room. The rest of the night Melissa was so happy, dancing in the mirror with her butt crinkling all night long. When she finally fell asleep, she was nice and cozy and warm.

Chapter 10 “You still dry Amy?” I asked casually, once the candy guzzling had stopped. In truth it was I who had munched my way through the majority, whilst Amy had eaten surprisingly little before she decided she’d had enough. She must have been still full from dinner, I thought, because there was no way that this little girl had more sugar will power than me… “Uh-huh” she announced, grinning through candy-colour stained lips. That was good enough for me; her surprise could wait until the morning as it was already getting close to Amy’s bedtime/ Mio’s private study time. I wondered how long a diaper would last without any kind of “occupant” to justify its need, because I didn’t want Amy wearing the same one to bed if it was just going to fall apart or something. I assumed that they would at least last a little while, and though I doubted that Amy knew any better than I did, it was her decision all the same since she would be the one wearing it. I also highly doubted that she would want to change if she didn’t have to, given her previously stated aversion to it. In the end I would never know, since she disappeared off to her room without as much as a hint. The next morning I fully intended to wake up before Amy, so that I might catch her before she changed. I presumed that even if she was wet, she wouldn’t change right away and would likely come downstairs for a little while first, even if it was just to eat breakfast. I mean, who would want to change their own diaper first thing on a morning? Not knowing the exact hour that Amy would awaken, I set my alarm for the overly cautious time of seven A.M, just to be on the safe side. Of course, that little extra foresight meant I could always snooze until seven fifteen and still be within a comfort zone, or maybe seven thirty, or even eight, eight fifteen… O.k so I didn’t exactly stick to the plan per say, but there was still a good chance that I was up before Amy was. Forcing myself out of bed in a rush to get ready, I was out of my door and down the stairs just before nine A.M. Not bad going I thought to myself, maybe this nine to five lark that everyone complains about wasn’t such a hard life after all? In retrospect it is pretty unsurprising that I failed so miserably, evident by the fact that when I walked into the kitchen for the first time that day there were the tell tale signs of Amy’s breakfast already lingering. Sure enough, as I entered the living room there was Amy, regular as clock-work, glued to the T.V watching morning cartoons. My defeat was further emphasised by Amy’s underwear, or the presence of it to be precise. Not that she didn’t have a right to wear it after changing out of her night diaper, but, well, in my eyes she had almost wavered that right, and I had hoped that she would at least humour me for a bit longer. Still, there was no sense in not trying, and I was already carrying Amy’s surprise, albeit behind my back now. “Morning Amy” I asked, still needing time to think of what I was going to say. “Heya… watcha got there?” She asked, completely stripping me of that luxury. “Oh nothing,” I lied “So did you sleep o.k?” “Tell me, tell me!” Amy replied, suddenly excited. Evidently I am a poor liar. “Um, well I thought that since you didn’t like to, you know… with your diapers.” At that point Amy’s face noticeably dropped. I felt awful for building her excitement then killing it. “Now I know you’ve got your panties on now and stuff, but yesterday, um, you know…” I noticed that her face was starting to glow a little red, probably because my mincing of words was only making things worse. She had clearly been expecting something nice and so her guard was down. “…and with accidents and um, I was thinking, you know, just to help you a bit more…” It was like taking candy from a baby, in the worst possible sense! It was time to end the charade and get straight to the point, so I fumblingly brought the package from behind my back and presented it to Amy. “Maybe you could wear these? Just to see how you go?” There was a deadly pause while I desperately tried not to cringe. “Oh, o.k!” Amy chirped. After all this time I should have known better than to expect anything less from the tiny teen. Awkwardly, I handed the bag to Amy, who in turn just held it awkwardly. I got the impression that she didn’t quite know what to do with it so I took it back momentarily before handing it to her once more, this time opened. As usual, my brain and mouth were having a competition to see who could ruin the situation the most. “Yeah, so now if you need the bathroom you can just go like you normally would without having to mess around with…” Fortunately for my brain and my mouth Amy wasn’t listening. She was intently studying the package with a look of innocent curiosity. Slowly, she reached for the opening and pulled out one of its contents. I could have died. How did I not see this when I bought them? Amy and I both studied the cute but completely inappropriate designs of flowers, balloons and teddy bears which couldn’t have been more childish. I suddenly felt like a monster, who would put a teenage girl through this? I serious considered taking them back and declaring it all a big joke, but then I noticed. Amy didn’t seem all that bothered. She certainly wasn’t as embarrassed as I was, and after getting to grips with the unfolding of the garment, she proceeded to put it on right there. “See, you can pull them up and down like panties, and it doesn’t matter if you have a little accident.” I added, feeling the need to restart the contest. Once again I was glad that Amy wasn’t listening to my idiotic comments; she obviously knew what a pull-up was, and after a few moments of making sure hers were snug (complete with twisting, turning, and the classic over-the-shoulder look at the back), Amy simply sat back down to finish watching her cartoon. As I sat watching Amy’s rather wearisome choice of television channels, time was elapsing at the usual alarming rate until I half expected Amy to start announcing that she was hungry, which in turn made me wonder why she hadn’t got dressed yet. Then I realised what time it was. It’s funny how a simple act such as getting up early for once can skew your whole concept of time, making you feel like you’re in the wrong part of the day. I myself was starving, but my now befuddled brain was telling me it wanted something heartier than a bowl of cereal or piece of toast, probably because I had convinced it to think about lunch time. As I raided the kitchen for something at least slightly still breakfast orientated, my urge swelled until I just couldn’t bring myself to accept cereal as a substitute; I wanted bacon! Sadly, I knew that there wouldn’t be any in the house, or sausage for that matter, which left me at a loss as to what to do next. If only I had more will power, but even now if I want something, there’s little I can tell myself to make me stop wanting it. I could always have nipped out to get some from the shops, but after yesterdays excursion I thought it would be unfair to leave Amy in the house alone again. In my mind I was rapidly suggesting and dismissing idea’s in order to find a solution, until I stumbled across a brilliant plan. “Hey Amy, how about we go to the park for a bit? It’s a nice day out.” “Yay!” Amy agreed, leaping out of her seat. Perfect! The park had a fabulous café that sold all kinds of hot breakfast delights; I would be spoiled for choice! “Hehe, I knew that’d make you happy. How about you go get dressed and I’ll check the weather forecast?” As Amy stood up to leave, I couldn’t help but think that something wasn’t quite right. Yes, there was definitely something niggling at me that I just couldn’t put my finger on. “Just hold on one second Amy before you go…” I said, stalling for time. But it was just as Amy turned to face me that it suddenly hit home. The embarrassingly childish prints on the front of Amy’s pull-up that had made me cringe so uncomfortably were almost gone. It would be fair to say that at this time my knowledge of children’s undergarments was limited, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out what could make a fun design fade… It would also be fair to say that Amy could read my face like a book, because before I could inquire any further Amy piped up. “Im sorry Mio, it was -” “- An accident? I know, I know hun. Don’t worry about it.” I said trying to reassure her. It worked, because the sniffling soon stopped once Amy realised I wasn’t mad, which I gathered was the only thing that would bother her. The bag of pull-ups was still by the sofa where she had left them, so I quickly grabbed one and held it out for Amy, which she held on to while I took off her wet one. “See, it’s not such a big deal, right? Just pull the old one off and put on a new one.” I smiled as she followed the second part of my instructions. “You just have to remember to change if you have an accident, o.k? That’s the only thing with pull-ups Amy, they won’t last very long if you don’t…” I struggled to find the right phrase, “…pay attention.” Amy nodded before toddling off to her room. It was just one accident, I thought, she’s probably still getting used to how pull ups work; she probably wont have any more accidents know she knows how easy it is. So far, pull-ups were turning out to be a great compromise. Amy would have fewer accidents (at least in theory) but still be protected in case she did. I also felt less guilty about making Amy wear them, which was good for my own peace of mind, and I was sure Amy would be happier because pull-ups would probably not show up at all under her clothes. Unlike the diapers, which I only discovered after I put her in them, made her pants bulge and would probably peak out if she wore a skirt. Yep, I was onto a winner, which made me wonder: why hadn’t her parents thought of it before? The park was not a particularly long way from Rebecca’s house, maybe a fifteen minute walk if we took a short cut through the estate. Amy had opted to wear what I could only presume were her “playing clothes”, which consisted of a rather fashionable shirt accompanied by quite stylish overalls. I got the impression that Amy could be quite the guru when she wanted to be, and rightly so as far as I was concerned; she was at that age when being in fashion was desperately important to a teenage girl, which I remember quite fondly from my own youth. For me it had been all about seeing what your friends were wearing then trying new and quirky ways to vary it. Like most girls I eventually settled on my own kind of “style” as my teens wore on, to the point where I could now almost not be bothered to make a conscious effort to impress my friends, knowing that whatever I wore would suit me just fine. I wondered how fashionable Amy’s peers would think she was if they knew what she was wearing underneath her clothes. Not worth thinking about really. I guessed that Amy might feel a little embarrassed, though I was starting to suspect that Amy thought I was the coolest person in the world (at least in her world), and if wearing diapers didn’t bother her now, she might not care what anyone else thought either. More likely, and rather sadly for her, Amy’s naive innocence probably didn’t understand what was wrong with wearing protection. I just hoped she would never have a chance to find out. At least, as I predicted, the pull-ups didn’t show under her overalls, which was most of the battle I guess.

Chapter 9 Work, work, work. I had only been doing it for thirty minutes but it was already seriously grating on me. It was way easier to do it late at night when Amy was in bed and there was nothing better to do; trying to concentrate in the middle of what would have otherwise been a free day would prove to be desperately counter productive. Of course, it could have been because Amy had been pestering me to play with her non-stop for the whole thirty minutes, but I’m not all about making excuses… “Alright” I said utterly giving in, “what would you like to do?” “Um, I dunno, what do you wanna do?” Typical, I thought sighing to myself. Of course I could just reply “work”, but that would be cruel and more to the point, untrue. “Well, do you want to go somewhere maybe? Or just hang out here?” “Cant be bothered going anywhere…” She giggled. “Right, well that makes things easier. How about a game?” “Nah, don’t feel like it.” “O.k, not even a video game?” “You’ll just beat me loads again!” “I could find you some chores to do…” “Nooo!” She squealed, gripping me tight and nuzzling herself into my shoulder. I was beginning to feel like this would go on forever. I couldn’t fathom exactly what Amy wanted from me. “Why don’t I just put the T.V on until we can think of something?” Amy just nodded as I flicked the remote. T.V is always a great last resort for any situation involving kids, who despite often not being able to keep still, somehow have a natural affinity with remaining motionless when watching anything on a screen. Amy was no exception, and I predicted that instead of coming up with something better to do we would just stay watching show after show for several hours. Which is exactly what happened. Not that the viewing was particularly bad, in fact some of it was pretty entertaining, its just that I’ve never once felt fulfilled after spending all day in front of the box, quite the opposite in fact; I always get a sense that I’ve wasted my time. The time wasting would probably have kept on for even longer still, if Amy hadn’t have interrupted. “Hey Mio?” she piped up, breaking hours of silence. “Uh-huh?” “Um, can we eat soon? I’m pretty hungry.” Being fully capable of cooking for herself, this was Amy’s own cute/lazy way of saying that she wanted me to make dinner. I wanted to resist, but since it was technically my job and also a long time since lunch, I had to concede. “Sure thing hun, in fact I can go fix us something right now if you like?” “Yes please!” Amy said decisively, adding a further “I’ll help!” as soon as I got up to leave. Making dinner wasn’t too much of a chore, I’d even say I enjoyed doing it, but the fact that Amy was helping me only reminded me of what happened the last time, which in turn reminded me of what she was wearing. I didn’t want to embarrass the poor girl, but at the same time I was a little curious and quite concerned about the condition of her garment. After all, I presumed she wasn’t used to wearing diapers through the day and so might not know what to do if the worst happened. “Hey Amy?” I said, trying to open the dialogue with a questioning tone. Amy stopped what she was doing and smiled at me. “You’ll be o.k if you need a new diaper, right?” Amy shrugged at me, so I wasn’t sure she understood. “Um… When, I mean if, you have an accident.” “Ohhhh, right.” Amy said, suddenly getting my point. “Uh-huh, so you’ll be able to…” Amy cut me off before I could finish. “I think I had an accident.” She said, apparently content that some prior confusion was now cleared up. I had to admit that I was a little taken back; I certainly wasn’t expecting that declaration. Already? I thought to myself, but I didn’t want to say it out loud in case it hurt Amy’s feelings. “Already?” I said out loud. The relationship between my head and my mouth was never one of mutual benefit. “I mean it’s o.k if you have, but are sure?” “I… don’t know.” Amy replied rather nervously, subtly cupping the bulge of her diaper. I noticed her actions and felt she didn’t need to worry about it so much, so I intervened. “It’s alright Amy, we’ll check for sure o.k?” Amy nodded and stopped trying unsuccessfully to check her own diaper, while I brought myself down to her level to get a better look. Sliding down her pants, it was quite clear that Amy was wet. “Was it only one accident?” I asked innocently, hoping for an honest answer. In truth her diaper was soaking wet, front to back; there was definitely more than one accident’s worth in there. “I… don’t know” Amy repeated, in exactly the same way as before. “Have you used the bathroom at all today?” Amy shook her head. “It doesn’t matter kiddo, but I think you need to change.” Now at this stage I wasn’t sure if Amy was expecting to be allowed out of diapers, just as if it were her morning diaper, or if she would put another one on, which was my intention to begin with. Just to be sure, I felt that telling her to go change wouldn’t be clarification enough, so instead I tried to make my intentions obvious. “How about you go get another diaper on and I’ll finish up here?” As it turned out, what Amy was expecting was beyond even what I had envisaged, which became evident from her reaction. “Huh? You mean I gotta change myself?” “Well, yeah… um, is something wrong? Don’t you want to wear another one?” Obviously I hadn’t twigged onto the nature of her response. “It’s not that, it’s just that I don’t really like changing, and you did ask me to wear it…” “Awww, it’s not such a bad thing Amy.” I said, still oblivious. “It won’t take long, and it’s got to be easier than cleaning up after you had an accident right?” Amy nodded. “I guess so.” “Uh-huh, and you wont have to change again if you don’t have any more accidents.” “Um, but what if I do…” She said rather ominously. I got the impression that the “what if” part was Amy being over-polite. “Well then you might have to change again…” I replied, now feeling rather suspicious. “oh, o.k.” And with that, Amy pulled up her pants and skipped off, presumably in the direction of her room where she kept her diapers. I was a tad concerned about Amy’s sudden bathroom habits, or lack of them. It was true that her accidents had become slightly more frequent over the last few days, but she still used the bathroom most of the time and had never had more than one accident in quick succession. So far, since I had asked her to start wearing diapers she hadn’t used the bathroom once and as far as I could tell, hadn’t even made an effort. And then it struck me. Amy had said she didn’t like changing, as though it were a huge effort, and going to the bathroom with a diaper on would basically mean changing. Given her little control problems, and the fact that her diapers were the all-in-one full mat kind, it may have been difficult for her to use the bathroom. Relatively anyway; in reality it surely couldn’t make that much difference, but who knows? It was a possibility, and one easily remedied. After dinner, while Amy was washing up (she offered!) I decided it was a good time to help Amy out with her problem. Very simply, it was a sooner rather than later scenario. I figured that Amy would be fine in the house for a few minutes, so I let her know I was just popping out and jumped into my car. Having been friends with Rebecca for such a long time, I knew this area like the back of my hand; I just hoped that the convenience store was still open because even when we were kids it was decidedly run down. Driving up to where it used to be, sure enough it was still there in all of its dilapidated glory. I always remember it being not too bad inside, but the store itself changed hands fairly regularly so it was unlikely that I would recognise the person behind the counter. Probably for the best really. Upon entering the store I quickly confirmed my lack of acquaintance with the assistant, then proceeded to delve deep into previously unexplored isles searching for my goal. As I had suspected, it was clear that Amy’s parents didn’t get her diapers from here. There wasn’t a great deal of choice, and by that I mean there were two options available to me: the largest child size or the one adult size that they stocked. True to form I had not thought this through, because I had no idea what kind of size would fit Amy and had not thought to bring one of her diapers or even her underwear as a reference point. I could still make an educated decision though, as the one adult size were clearly for an average adult and so would have drowned Amy. The largest child size may well have been too small, but the picture on the packaging showed quite an old toddler, and so they were clearly my best bet. As a second thought they were also a hell of a lot cheaper, so if this was the wrong decision it wouldn’t be as bad. Grabbing one bag for starters, my will power utterly failed and I proceeded to do what I had always done for so many years… I marched right over to the candy section. I think it’s a universal rule that you cannot enter a convenience store without browsing the colourful array of sweets in jars, which as a child you covet greatly because you cannot afford them or know you will not be allowed them. At my age I revelled at the prospect that I could buy any of them that I wanted, perhaps solely making up for years of desire and torment, so when the cashier asked: “will that be all?” I didn’t hesitate before pointing out almost the same value in candy, which was promptly bagged up for me along with my genuine purchase. Anyhow, the candy was mostly for Amy, I lied to myself. I hadn’t even stepped through the door before I’d had my hands on the candy, and even then it was only because I had foolishly thrown the grocery bag on the back seat of the car so that I couldn’t reach the sweet temptation whilst I was driving. Amy was also upon my within moments of entering the house, forcing me to share my plunder. “Hey Amy, guess what I got from the store!” I said, holding my hand out. “Oh yummy!” She said to the candy, snatching some with a gasp. “Don’t eat too much before bed, it’ll give you nightmares.” Of course I knew that this was simply a lie you told to children so that they wouldn’t become hyperactive on sugar when you wanted them to sleep. I also knew from experience that my warning was futile, but felt it my duty all the same. “How come you went all the way to the store just for candy? My mom keeps some in the top cupboard in the kitchen.” “I know, but I needed a few other things too so I just thought I’d get some more while I was there, as a kind of surprise.” This seemed to fully satisfy Amy, who promptly returned to the living room with her plunder. She didn’t show an interest in the remaining items in my bag, which was probably for the best because I wanted those to be a surprise for her too.

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.