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Hi there, folks! I started this story after reading some Diaper Dimension stories, noting a lack of furry content. Pretty much nonexistent, actually. So, the idea taking firm root in my head, this was the fruit that it bore. Princess Potty Pants, as far as I know, is the creator of the original Diaper Dimension, so credit to them and all the authors who contribute to this strange and fun world. Please let me know what you think! Little Survivor by Panther Cub Prologue Burning and twisting. That was the only coherent thought that came to Stuart's mind. It was the sensation that had come to envelope his entire body simultaneously, inside and out. The sensation didn't last very long though, and soon Stuart was able to start perceiving things other than the throbbing pain throughout his body that was slowly becoming a dull ache. He blinked and looked up, realizing that he was now on some kind of metallic floor. At first, his vision was fuzzy, and he could see shapes moving, along with hearing strange sounds. And then, he could see clearly. All around him were... animals! But, they walked upright on two legs, were talking, and wearing clothes. Well, some were talking, a few were shouting, and two were snarling and thrashing about. There was a line of these animal people, all wearing orange jumpsuits with numbers printed in black on the left breast. They had metalling collars with blinking yellow lights and muzzles, and all seemed to dislike where they currently were. There were other animal people, all of them large and beefy like rhinos, bulls, and even a gorilla, dressed in some kind of grey uniform with black pants. The two prisoners, for that is what Stuart realized they were, a cheetah man and a brown furred she-wolf, were standing before... some kind of blue and purple swirling tunnel. Looking directly at it made Stuart's eyes hurt, but he couldn't look away from the scene before him. The two prisoners had somehow gotten their muzzles off, and their collar lights were blinking red. They were scratching and biting at a set of guards, all rhinos, who were attempting to subdue them while pushing them towards the... hole in the air. "I'M GUNNA RIP ALL YOUR THROATS OUT!" the she-wolf said, her arms pinned behind her back by one of the rhino guards. "Not likely," the guard said casually. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US! WE HAVE RIGHTS!" the cheetah man said, now in a headlock. Now subdued, the guards all heaved the pair into the portal and in a blink, they were gone. "Enjoy your commuted sentences!" One of the guards chuckled as he dusted his massive hands before turning to address the rest of the lined up prisoners. "You all gave up your rights when you decided to destroy the lives of others! So instead of outright executing each and every one of you, the senate has ruled this to be a much more... lenient sentence. And whether you like it or not, you are all getting a... fresh start, in a brand new world." The guard smirked at the number of growls and hisses he garnered from the otherwise subdued condemned prisoners, and motioned for them to keep coming. Which, with great reluctance, they did in pairs. It was only after a few more pairs went through that the guard who had spoken, whom Stuart assumed to be in charge, took notice of him lying on the floor. "Looks like we got us a traveler," he said with a dark chuckle. "Makes sense," said a lemur in a suit and tie and lab coat, which had a hole for his big bushy tail, adjusting his glasses, "with how often we have a portal being used here, more of them from other worlds are likely going to be sucked in." "Eh, that's above my paygrade. As far as I'm concerned, she's just gunna help us make our quota just a little bit easier to achieve today," said the rhino who walked over to Stuart. Stuart squeaked, having missed being referred to as a she, and started to try and get up and run. His legs were rather wobbly, and he felt something tugging at the base of his spine. Before he could run, however, two vice-like arms grabbed him around his middle, and lifted him easily off the ground. "Enjoy your new home, little lady," he laughed out loud, tossing Stuart into the void. Stuart was able to shriek out a "NOOO!" before the air was ripped from his lungs. Lights swirled and flashed before his eyes and then, he landed on some grass outside. Stuart took some time to gather his breath and take in his surroundings. He was outside, with a few of the animal people prisoners. Some of them were already up and sprinting, some even running on all fours. Stuart blinked as he saw a man and a woman shouting at them while helping some of the prisoners to their feet. "Just run! They'll be here soon to try and capture us, so just run south. You know you'll have crossed the border when you get to the town there, now go!" the woman, a human with fiery red hair, was shouting this, carrying an automatic rifle. Her male counterpart was talking into some kind of radio, also armed. The two of them were wearing black flak jackets. "I th-think that there's b-been a m-mistake," Stuart rasped out, his throat dry. "Doesn't matter. If you stay here, you'll be captured! Just GO!" she said, grabbing Stuart by his forearm, and then shoving him in the direction the others were running. Confused and terrified, he started to run. He was still wobbly, and there was something tugging at the base of his spine. As he ran, he saw his hands poking out of the sleeves of his navy blue coat. He had just gotten off of work and there was a flash of light, and then all of this happened. He stopped when he saw that his hands were now more like a combination of human hands and some kind of paws, coated in black fur. Instead of fingernails, there were little sharp-looking claws. It was as his hands that he noticed there was something black in his field of vision. Crossing his eyes, he saw a pink tip, just barely. Feeling it with his hands, he realized that he... now had a muzzle. A series of gunshots and more of the prisoners rushing past him startled him back into a full, if clumsy, sprint through some kind of foliage. He kept tripping on roots, realizing that his shoes were no longer on his now smaller, paw-feet, also covered in black fur. Panting and crashing through the greenery, branches snapping in his wake, Stuart popped out of a bush and onto a sidewalk. Looking up, he realized that he was in some kind of a town, and that it was around noon, wherever this place was. It had been just after sunset when he had gotten off of work. Stumbling about, he paused as he took in the scope of the size of the buildings and even the passing cars on the street. They were all massive. Then he passed by someone tapping away on their phone, a man in a grey hooded sweatshirt. Stuart stared with his mouth open. The man was a giant, and from where he was standing, Stuart thought that maybe his head came up past the man's knees. The man looked away from his phone and spotted Stuart, his eyes going wide. "Are you okay?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned. "Uhm..." Stuart bit his lip and looked around, spotting off in the distance one of the prisoners talking to a police officer who was also a giant in comparison while more ran out from the brush. More officers were pulling up as the stream of prisoners became a trickle, followed by the two human-sized humans in their flak jackets, who were both hooting and hollering in celebration. "I don't... know what's g-going on... I'm... lost," Stuart said, only now noticing how high-pitched his voice was. He flinched when the man put his hand on Stuart's shoulder and started to guide him towards the police and prisoners. "It's going to be okay, miss. You're in Paltalia now. You're safe here, little one." His voice was soft and soothing, which did help Stuart to calm down, but he did take notice of being called 'miss'. Feeling himself, Stuart learned three things right there. One, he was completely covered in fur, that was mostly black. The second, he had a big bushy tail that was mostly black, but had a bright white stripe going up the middle and presumably, up his back. Said tail was the only thing keeping his pants up, apparently having burst out the back of them during his transformation. And the third... he was now physically a she. Stuart's vision blurred as his eyes filled with tears, still walking towards the police and assembling news crews. (Chapter 1) Sarah Radcliffe finished some last minute brushing and looked herself over in the mirror. She saw an, admittedly adorable, skunk woman staring back at her. Cute little pink button nose on the end of her muzzle. Fierce green eyes looking out from the sea of black fur. The tuft of white fur on top of her head neatly combed and parted on the left. Her smart black skirt suit with lavender pinstripes looking fashionable, complete with her white blouse. She grabbed her black purse and pulled the strap over her left shoulder, before heading out her apartment door, locking it behind herself. It had been three years since Sarah, formerly known as Stuart, had unintentionally immigrated to this dimension. To say that it was strange was an understatement. At first glance, things didn't look too different than the dimension Sarah was originally from. Cars drove down the city streets, stopping at traffic lights, with people crossing at crosswalks from one sidewalk to the next, everyone on their busy ways. But then the scale of things became apparent, as this was a world built with giants, known as Amazons, in mind. The second glaring difference was the level of technology. It was definitely more advanced than what Sarah was originally used to back home. Not flying car and intergalactic space fleets advanced, but still very much impressive. Like robots and nanobots, and holograms being the semi norm here. And then there was the people. Obviously, one must start with the giant Amazons. They looked like ordinary humans, aside from their massive size, that made someone like Sarah look like a small child in comparison. Then there was another group, called Inbetweeners. They were not as tall as the Amazons, but they were certainly taller than the third grouping. The Littles, of which Sarah found herself now a member of. Specifically what was now called a Littlefur. Thanks to what she had learned had been the Amazonian governments of this world making contact with other dimensions having a breakthrough in making contact with one that had lifeforms other than humans on it, which led to how she came to live in this world. Making her way down to the street from a flight of stairs that had been constructed with someone her size in mind, Sarah started to head towards the subway, on her way to work. It had seemed daunting at first in those first few days, learning about this world. She had been given schooling on this world's mathematical system, which seemed to be larger than a base ten for some reason. However, having been gifted at mathematics, Sarah quickly picked up on it, her skills as an accountant in what she had come to terms with as her previous life, landing her a decent paying job. She had quickly picked up on a lot of things in this world. As she walked, an Amazonian woman passed by her pushing a stroller. The occupant of which was not a baby, however, but a grown man dressed like one. He was sucking on a pacifier and made eye contact with her, looking down and blushing. "Oh my goodness, aren't you just darling!" the woman said, seeing Sarah, who felt her hackles start to rise a little. "Thank you," Sarah said, using her best customer service voice, and continuing to walk along. In this world, it was apparently commonplace for Amazonians to "adopt" littles and treat them like very small children, toddlers, or babies. From what Sarah had learned of other countries, she knew that she was lucky to have made it to Paltalia. There were some countries where all littles were required to be adopted, and some where they could be treated like pets instead of children and bred as such. And portal littles, those from other dimensions, were highly sought after. And now little furs were added to that list as well. In Paltalia, however, things were different. For starters, a little could not simply be snatched off the street to be adopted. Oh, littles could still be adopted, but there was an entire process for it. And one of the requirements is either documented assent to it of their own free will, with no evidence of duress or hypnosis or such present, which was actually quite the tedious legal process. The second, which was just as tedious, was proving that the little in question could not handle maturity. That required documented proof of things like the little wetting or messing themselves, harming others in a non-self-defensive fashion, or just being incapable of caring for themselves. She reflected on her saviors, two littles who were members of a secret underground group dedicated to freeing littles. They called themselves The Robins. Apparently, they had gotten wind of a large shipment of little furs coming in, and somehow hacked into the computers of the company that was generating the portal, causing the opening here in this dimension to open up near the border of Paltalia instead of the prepared facility in the country to the north, Vintikoi. All of the little furs, Sarah included, had successfully made it across the border, and been immediately granted asylum by the Paltalian government, despite some political chest-pounding from their neighbors to the north, who viewed it as terrorism and theft. Within a month of being housed in a shelter set up for little furs, Sarah, still going by Stuart then, had applied for, and been granted, citizenship. The reason for the name change had been evident after she had read a newspaper where a little who identified as the sex had that used against them in the case for their adoption. It had actually been a smaller matter in the case, and the little had won said case, but only just barely. Stuart was determined to be a survivor, and so had requested the name change. She also made great emphasis on referring to herself as female and even to think of herself as female. It had taken a while, but she had managed to do it. Every day, she meticulously made sure her fur was well groomed, that her apartment was spotless and the rent paid for on time every month, and was polite to everyone she interacted with, no matter how unpleasant. She regularly exercised and dressed sensibly, not wanting to give anyone a chance to call her maturity into question. Another reason Paltalia was one of the better nations for her to have ended up becoming a citizen of was how adopted littles were viewed legally. In many countries, an adopted little was viewed as a child... but also adult enough to allow their "parents" to expose them to things of, or use items of, a sexual nature. What Sarah had read in her research had made her sick. There was even a degree of acceptable violence allowed, mostly in the form of spankings, some of which were outright brutal. And then there were the surgeries to modify their little to make them more babyish, like teeth removal, or taking away their ability to talk or walk. None of that was allowed in Paltalia. When a little is adopted, they are not viewed as property or as a pet, and certainly not as an adult. They are legally a child, with all of the exact same protections as actual children and babies. This means all of those surgeries and physical abuse and sexual exposure are highly illegal in Paltalia. And the government very much enforced this... rather harshly. There were even some instances where adopted littles in what were deemed abusive homes were given back their freedom and autonomy as the decision-making skills of their "parents" had been called into question. And for the most part, Paltalians were proud of this stance their government took to protect their littles. That is not to say that there weren't some who disagreed. "Oh, where is a little cutie like you off to in such a hurry?" a syrupy sweet voice asked, startling Sarah out of her musings. She looked up to see the Amazon pushing the stroller had turned around and was now walking alongside her. "I'm on my way to work, Ma'am," Sarah said with a false smile, discreetly pressing a bright red button on the side of her watch. "Work? Oh, that's no fun," the woman said, sounding disappointed. Sarah took in the lady's details, storing them for memory for possible future reference. The woman in question was skinny, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a red sundress with a blue diaperbag over her shoulder. The stroller she was pushing was seafoam green and, as Sarah took notice, could unfold to allow for a second occupant. "Actually, I find my job very enjoyable and fulfilling," Sarah said. "Aww, that's so cute!" the lady said, making Sarah wince. This was not the first time cute was used around her, nor would it be the last. "You dressing up like a grown-up and trying to act so mature!" Now Sarah's hackles were raised even more. "Well thank you, but I really can't stop to chat. I don't want to be late for work." Sarah continued to smile as she quickened her pace, before finding her path blocked by the strolled, the boy inside whimpering a little and sucking on his binky furiously. He was wearing a yellow t-shirt and diaper, and buckled in via a five point harness. With a snap of a button, the second part of the stroller unfolded, awaiting the newest occupant. "My little Geoffry's stroller here can seat two, as you can see. Maybe I could give you a lift?" Sarah pressed the button on her watch again, knowing that doing so would increase the urgency of a response needed. "You're very kind, but I'm afraid that I must decline," Sarah said, suddenly finding herself having to leap back to avoid the swiping arms of the amazon. "Annabelle, it's not nice to try and play keep away from Mommy!" the amazonian said, in the syrupy sweet voice. She lunged again, this time grabbing Sarah by her arm in a vice-like grip. With a triumphant look on her face, there was a loud authoritative shout. "HEY! DROP THE LITTLE!" The amazonian's eyes went wide and she did just that out of pure reflex, putting her hands up as she and Sarah both looked in the direction of who had just spoken. It was an officer fast approaching on foot, his right hand resting on his stun gun. "We got a notification from an alert system," he said, speaking to Sarah, who nodded. "That is correct, officer," she then pointed to the red button on her watch, "I pressed the button for the alert here on my watch when this woman started to follow me. I pressed it again when it became apparent she was attempting to abduct me." "Sh-she means to say adopt, officer," the worried lady stammered out, looking like a deer in the headlights, "Annabelle here was adopted last week and I indulge her a little by letting her dress like a grown-up, but then she started to throw a tantrum when I told her she couldn't keep the pretty watch she found on the sidewalk." Sarah was surprised at how quickly this woman appeared able to think up a lie like that on the spot. Thankfully, it was apparent that the officer was not buying it. "Miss, are you familiar with this woman?" he asked Sarah, who quickly shook her head no. "I have never seen this person before in my life, officer. I was on my way to work when she accosted me." "YOU LITTLE FIBBER!" the lady screeched, turning on Sarah. The officer shouted for the woman to freeze, but she was in full frenzy mode and tried to grab for Sarah. All of a sudden, she fell to the ground and started to shudder, the plastic disk from the officer's stun gun planted firmly on her back. Sarah smiled despite of herself, and the boy in the stroller looked pleased. The officer radioed in what had happened, and soon a squad car arrived. The lady was a little out of it, but cognitive, and placed under arrest for attempted abduction and assault. She was handcuffed and put in the back of the car, and LPS soon arrived to tend to Sarah and the boy the woman had called Geoffry. Taking the time to do so, Sarah pulled out her phone and tapped on the screen. It rang for a bit, before it was answered. "Hello there, Mr. Devereaux," Sarah said to her boss, "I'm calling to let you know that I am unfortunately going to be late to work. There was an incident and I might have to go down to the police station and give a statement." "Oh my goodness, are you alright Sarah?" he asked, sounding concerned. Sarah smiled, having liked her boss since the day he had hired her. For an amazon, he and his wife both were alright in Sarah's books, not that that meant Sarah trusted them completely. Still, he always treated all of his employees fairly, be they little, betweener, or amazon. "Yes, I'm unharmed, but still, I'm afraid that being late cannot be helped." "That's quite alright, and thank you for calling to let me know." "Oh, it looks like I have to go. I'll be in soon, Mr. Devereaux." he said goodbye, and Sarah ended the call, putting away her phone. Already a small crowd had gathered to see what all the commotion was. In the back seat of the cruiser, the amazon was crying and screaming as LPS took custody of her little, mentioning about reviewing his case. Sarah hoped that he would be granted his freedom. It turned out, however, that she wouldn't have to go down to the station to give her statement. Especially when she remembered that pressing the button on her watch activated the spy camera that was hidden in the topmost button of her coat. Using her phone, she was able to upload the entire incident, caught on high quality, to the arresting officer's phone. Apparently, the woman had tried this twice before, despite getting the book thrown at her both times. This being her third and last strike, her sentence was most likely going to be a much lengthier one. Even moreso if her "adopted" little agreed to testify. Soon, it was all over, and the police and LPS, after giving Sarah a once-over to make sure that she wasn't harmed, packed up and left, with Sarah stating that she could get to work herself just fine. She did have to weave through the slowly dispersing crowd of lookie-loos, frowning when she heard a female voice tut. "Can't believe that those babies aren't going home with their new momma." This made Sarah shudder and make haste through the small forest of legs. She made it to the subway without incident and, sure enough, she had missed her train. She did have to wait a few minutes for the next one to arrive, during which time she kept a full 360 degree awareness of her immediate surroundings. When the train arrived, she swiped her employee card and was allowed to go through the little-sized turnstyles. She looked around seeing amazons, betweeners, and littles boarding the train. Some looked bored, others looked all around, clearly tourists. Those Sarah made a point of avoiding, as foreign amazonians tended to gloss over the laws concerning littles in Paltalia, and she didn't wish for another incident so early in the morning. Aside from clearly catching the eye of some of the tourist amazons, who cooed at her and one, a man wearing an orange shirt with white flowers on it, offered her some chocolate. She had politely declined, and soon gotten off at her stop. She walked another two blocks to her place of work, the headquarters for Snuggies Inc. They were a small but fast growing company, one that primarily manufactured and distributed... baby and little products. One of the few companies in the country that also now had a line of products, including diapers, made with little furs in mind. And yes, Sarah saw the irony of her working there. She smiled at Henry the security guard at the front desk and waved her id badge over the scanner in front of the elevator, granting her access. There were three, one for average amazon height, one for average betweener height, and one for average little height. She skunk little had the elevator to herself, unable to resist humming along to the smooth jazz playing from the speakers on her way up to the fifteenth floor where she worked. Due to now being over half an hour late, she felt it safe to check in with her boss, despite having already called. Sarah, ever the cautious one. Getting off to the sounds of chatter from employees of various sizes speaking into headsets or to their computers, dealing with calls to different departments or other outside sources. Overall, there were twelve employees in the company's finance department. They were overseen by Luke Devereaux, the CFO himself. Sarah nodded to Rebecca, a brown she-wolf little fur that Sarah suspected was the same one that had fought with the guards prior to their arrival in this dimension. Not that Sarah was going to say anything. Rebecca was more of a casual acquaintance then a full-on work friend, but Sarah kept most everyone at arm's length. Not looking where she was going, Sarah walked right into a pair of legs. This caused the skunk girl to let out an "OMPH!" and fall onto her bottom. Looking up from the shiny black heels this apparent amazon was wearing, Sarah took in the charcoal grey skirt-suit that they were wearing, before alighting on the face of one of her coworkers she would have been glad to have avoided today. Tiffany. "Oh my goodness!" the giantess exclaimed, reaching down and picking Sarah up under her arms to set her down on her feet. "Poor little thing, are you okay, Sarah? You didn't get any boo-boos, did you?" Tiffany asked, brushing her long red hair aside. Her muddy brown eyes searching over the skunk girl. Sarah rolled her eyes but kept her composure. "No, Tiffany, I am just fine. No injuries or anything like that. And you don't need to keep wiping off my outfit." Tiffany wiped off some more imaginary dust before stopping. Tiffany wasn't so much a bad person, but definitely an amazon who had some serious disproportionate view of the world. Basically, she seemed to view all littles and small children, and took it upon herself to mother and fuss over all five of the littles in their department. She would do things like bring in fresh baked cookies to give to her little colleagues, "help" them transfer their drinks into sippi-cups and bottles, check to see if they had accidents, "help" them to the bathroom for a potty break, and even "assist" them in putting on some tug-ups. None of which was technically against the company policy, but it was something that Mr. Devereaux continuously would have to discuss with Tiffany from time to time. Without hesitating, Tiffany lifted up Sarah's skirt and started to inspect her plain panties. Firs the front, and then brushing aside Sarah's tail to check the back, even tugging them open. Sarah and the other littles and little furs of the office knew better than to yell or cuss out Tiffany for this, as that would be marked on their records as an act of immaturity. "Hmmm," Tiffany said, letting Sarah's undies snap back and letting her skirt fall, gently patting her bottom. "No accidents yet today, but I still think that you'd be better off switching to tug-ups. That way you won't have to worry about accidents so much." Sarah found that it was time again for her customer service smile. "Thanks, Tiffany," the words tasted like bile in her mouth, "and I'll certainly take that into consideration." "Or you could switch back to diapers full time. That way, you wouldn't have to worry about the potty at all, and I for one would be more than happy to change you!" I'm sure that you would, Sarah grimly thought. She knew that Tiffany didn't mean anything sinister by it, but rather honestly thought of Sarah as a little girl who needed someone looking after her. She briefly recalled several occasions where Tiffany had put her into tug-ups, and Sarah had simply sucked it up, while mentioning in passing to Mr. Devereauz about what had happened. Tiffany had misunderstood the complaint and came in the next day, putting Sarah into a diaper, which of course led to another talk with Mr. Devereaux. Again, none of what she had done had technically been against the company policy, and Tiffany had been confused as to why she was being scolded. "It certainly is something to think about," Sarah said, hating the truth to those words. As contradictory as it may seem, free littles and little furs who diapered themselves were viewed as acting maturely. Facing their "potty problems" head on instead of pretending that they didn't happen. Still, that was one spot that Sarah couldn't bring herself to compromise on. "If you want, I could change you into one right now! OH! I even have some with those cute little fishy designs on them! They'd look so adorable! And you know that we're now manufacturing those personalized diapers! We can have your name spelled out in baby blocks on the waistband!" Tiffany was so excited to talk about all things babying-related. "Those do sound exciting, but I think I'll just stick with panties for now." Sarah saw the look of disappointment in Tiffany's eyes and rolled her own. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to check in with Mr. Devereaux." "Okay, I'll show you the way!" Tiffany said this, taking Sarah by the paw-hand and leading her towards their boss' office. Sarah was more than familiar with the layout of their department, but knew that it was best not to argue. Tiffany might think Sarah was cranky and need a bottle and a nap. Just like with the tug-ups, it wouldn't be the first time. "Here we are, safe and sound," Tiffany said, leaning down to gently pat Sarah on her bottom. "Remember that if you need me, I'll be over there." She waved to the direction her desk was in before giving Sarah a quick hug and letting go. Straightening her outfit, Sarah opened the door to her boss' office, glad for his standing order to all of his employees that they do not need to knock, as well as for the three size sets of door handles. "Good morning, Mr. Devereaux," Sarah said as she entered, smiling up at the gigantic man sitting behind his equally gigantic desk. "Sarah, I've told you, I prefer just to be called Luke," he said with a chuckle, motioning towards the little leather chair. Sarah took her seat and explained in detail what had happened. "That just sounds awful," Luke said, shaking his head. His thick black hair was trimmed short and parted. He was wearing a tan suit with a striped red tie. Overall, his features would have easily landed him jobs as a male model, but instead he chose to work in finances for a company his best friend had started out of their own home. "It was, but thankfully the police were quick to respond," Sarah said, feeling better and letting go of a ball of anxiety she hadn't realized had formed in the pit of her stomach. "I couldn't help but hear Tiffany's voice just before you entered," he said, looking uncomfortable and shifting in his seat a bit, "did she... step over any lines again today?" "Well... she did check to see if I had an accident, and recommend that I wear... uhm... tug-ups, or diapers," Sarah said, feeling the blush beneath her fur. Luke sighed and nodded his head. "I'll have another talk with her. She already put Rebecca back in tug-ups a little while ago 'just to be safe'," he said, his voice revealing his incredulity. "Of course, since she was reported having a small accident, she will be required to wear them for the rest of the week... and Tiffany has promised to help make sure to check and see if she needs any further help." Sarah winced and nodded. Sometimes an accident was unavoidable, like a little trickle or squirt on the way to the bathroom. "That does explain why she is in maternal overdrive this morning," Sarah joked, making Luke let out a rumbling chuckle. "Alright, if you feel up to working after your ordeal, you can get started right away. And don't worry, you won't be docked any pay for something that was out of your control," Luke said. Sarah thanked him and left, heading towards her own desk. Luke Devereaux was a good man, and his wife a good woman. They both believed that mature littles and little furs deserved the very same rights as amazons and betweeners. His wife, Maria, was known to help organize protests for little equality back in college, and still advocated for them to this day. They did both also believe that a little that proves that they cannot handle adulthood does need to be cared for and given love and support, which did ruffle Sarah's fur a little, but she would take her interactions with them both, as Maria enjoyed stopping by from time to time, over someone as baby-crazy as Tiffany. And, thinking back to the attempted kidnapping not too long ago, Sarah was willing to put up with Tiffany's molly-coddling over that insane lady as well. Shaking her head, the skunk-girl typed in her password, and logged on, beginning her routine processing of expense reports. Every few seconds, she could hear Rebecca, who sat right across from her, crinkle a little as she shifted in her seat. So that chapter was a LOT longer than what I normally write! But it sure was a lot of fun, which is par for the course of all my projects! Please consider taking the time to leave a comment or review, as they really do just make my day! And thank you for reading!

It has been one month now since I got rid of all big boy underwear. I have been in diapers full time. While I have been a diapered baby at home and at night (true bedwetter) for quite some time and wore diapers out of the house quite a lot, this is the first time I’ve tried going full time. First, I wish I had done this long ago! I really like it and don’t see me ever going back. While I don’t think I’ve lost any day time control, I have noticed that I need to make a concious effort to not wet when needed. I have just been relaxed so much and just wet my diapers that I no longer “flood” my diapers. I just don’t hold my wetting and kind of have little pees more. As for getting noticed, I mostly don’t make as much of an effort to hide my diapers. Sometimes though I just wear a thinner diaper when discretion is really needed. As I said, I don’t see an end to being a full time diaper boy.

Chapter 26: The Countdown Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I stared anxiously at my watch as the seconds slowly passed by. Time passes slowest when you are most attentive to it, but the anticipation of this moment has left my brain too overwhelmed to concentrate on anything but the ever-changing numbers on my digital watch until the numbers transform themselves into a meaningless blur of color in front of my eyes. I wanted nothing more than to put the misery and humiliation of this past week behind me. Since last Sunday evening, when a leaky pull-up had betrayed me in front of my sister, I’d been waiting for this moment. Mom had used that lone accident as an excuse to put me through this charade of re-potty-training, supposedly to set a good example for my younger sister, Emilia. It was a stupid rule to make a teenager follow. After all, why in the world would a teenage girl not be toilet trained? Unbeknownst to my mom, my bladder problems extended far beyond that one daytime accident and the bedwetting that had followed closely behind it. I basically hadn’t avoided wetting myself during the day since the beginning of the month. Her solution – to put me back in pull-ups and parade me around the house in them – was nonsensical under normal circumstances. Given that I was actually experiencing bladder problems, something did need to be done to get that issue resolved, but I was determined to do that on my own terms, not hers. I’d been pestering Mom all day about when I could stop wearing the pull-ups. She finally got annoyed enough that she had me set a timer on my watch counting down to the exact moment when I’ll have gone a whole week without any bladder accidents, or, to put it more accurately, a whole week without Mom noticing any of my bladder accidents. If she found out... No. I pushed that thought to the farther parts of my head. It didn’t do me any good to dwell on what might happen if Mom discovered how I had been scheming to hide my bladder accidents from her. I simply had to focus on how to best conceal my accidents until I got to the point where I wasn’t having them anymore. Fifteen minutes left. I couldn’t stand the suspense any longer. I left my bedroom to head over to the living room. Emilia was on the floor, playing with her dolls. She was fully dressed, meaning that she was wearing a diaper beneath her dress and tights. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, sucking on a pacifier with a sullen look in her eyes as she lackadaisically fiddled with her miniature dolls and all their various accessories. There were times this past week where I had been so, so furious with her for how she had tattled on me to Mom about my accident without giving it a second thought. But after a week of having to endure my sister’s potty-training regime was coming to a close, the awfulness of it had brought me a new sense of empathy for Emilia. Could it be that it might be easier to potty-train her if Mom wasn’t being so strict? I tried not to dwell too long on such a heretical thought. Openly questioning any of Mom’s rules was a recipe for disaster. The only upside to the past week of potty-training was that Mom had relieved me from my normal duties of taking care of Emilia’s diapers and toileting. I had rather hoped that I would have been given a permanent reprieve from those responsibilities, but that was apparently not to be. Mom had made herself abundantly clear earlier today that as soon as I was done with her potty-training that I was to be back in charge of taking care of my three-year-old sister. Halloween might be less than a week away, but Mom’s mind had already skipped several holidays ahead to Christmas. She had finished re-arranging the furniture in the living room to create space for the Christmas tree in the corner. You would think that someone with her level of enthusiasm — no, make that fanaticism — about Christmas would prefer to use a real, live, actual evergreen tree, but Mom still preferred the nine-foot tall artificial tree that, when assembled in our living room, nearly touched the ceiling. While it only took her an hour or so to get the tree set up, decorating it will be a weeks-long affair as she gets hundreds of ornaments out of storage and sorts through them to determine which ones will make the cut to hang on the tree this year. Mom usually requires that I assist with most of the household chores, but she views decorating the Christmas tree as too delicate or sensitive a task to be handled by anyone but herself. The collection of ornaments was vast. She never passed up the opportunity to add another ornament to the collection if she passed one in a store, and, as to throwing any of them away, that was simply unheard of. But one does not simply decorate a Christmas tree in our house. The ambience and mood had to be just so. Christmas music – selected from a Spotify playlist – was playing through a portable stereo. And playing on TV was a collection of Mom’s greatest hits – the home videos she makes every Christmas season. I sighed internally. Another Christmas morning video. At least I was dressed appropriately in this one for a change – pun not intended. On that Christmas morning from several years back, Mom had me dressed in pajama pants and a t-shirt rather than having me run around in only a pull-up. I stood and watched the video play on the TV for a couple of minutes. I wondered why Christmas didn’t fill me with the same anticipation and excitement now as it did then. I guess that must be a part of growing up, but then how do you explain my mom’s fanaticism about the holiday? As I watched the video, I saw the shirt ride up the back of my younger self as I bent down to pick up a present. The telltale waistband of a pull-up was sticking out above the top of my pajama bottoms. I could do without being reminded of the much less discreet pull-up I was wearing at the moment. While at home, Mom insisted that I not wear any clothes over the pull-ups I had on. I’d compensated for that with a warm hoodie and knee-high socks. Mom finally noticed that I had entered the room. I wouldn’t have dared to interrupt her while she was busy decorating the Christmas tree. “It’s not time yet,” Mom said. Geez, I like I was not fully aware of that. “I know. I was wondering if you could help with my costume for the Halloween Party.” “What were you going as?” “A friend and I are going to be going as Thing 1 and Thing 2, from Dr. Seuss.” “Who was going to be the other half of the outfit?” “Lisa, you haven’t met her before.” “Oh, I forgot to mention it, but I think that was her uncle, Mr. Higgins, who had called to make sure it would be OK for you to go over to their place on Saturday to work on a class project.” “Yep, that’s him. Mr. Higgins is also one of the chaperones for the Halloween party as well.” “What are you going to need for that outfit?” “Nothing fancy. Just a red shirt with a white circle with the number two on it. I think I have an old shirt or two that might work well for that.” “If there were two shirts, do you want me to make an outfit for Lisa as well?” “That would be great.” Beep. Beep. Beep. The conversation had made me completely forget about the countdown timer on my watch. I breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn’t wait to get these pull-ups off. There wasn’t a chance that I was risking going back to wearing panties. I still planned to make use of Emilia’s pull-ups – without Mom’s knowledge, of course – to manage the accidents that I will still likely be dealing with. I would, however, be much more cautious with them. That time last week where Emilia’s pull-ups had sprung a leak was the reason, and I been in this whole potty-training mess in the first place. “Let me check your pull-ups one last time,” Mom said. She turned to look at my sister, who wasn’t paying attention to our conversation. “Emilia, come here. You need to see that your big sister completed her potty training.” I should be super embarrassed right now, but all I felt was relief. I could put up with one last awkward moment if it meant moving on from this charade. Mom may a show of using both hands to slide the pull-up down to my knees. It was dry. No surprises there. “Toss the pull-up in the trash. You can go and change back into panties and your regular clothes.” I started to race off to my bedroom. “Wait,” Mom said, bringing me to a stop. “Come right back once you’re dressed. Emilia’s diaper needs to be changed.” After tossing the teen pull-up into the diaper bin, I listened closely at the door to make sure no one was heading to the bathroom before putting on one of my sister’s pull-ups. The fit wasn’t as good as the pull-ups designed for bedwetting kids, but it would have to do for now. I pulled on a pair of jeans and slid a belt on, making sure that the pull-ups didn’t rise above my pants. I didn’t really want to rush back to the living room. With my luck, I’d have a messy diaper to change. Whenever Mom put Emilia back in diapers because her potty-training wasn’t going well enough, my sister wasn’t allowed to go to the bathroom for anything, even though she’d long moved on from messing her pants. I didn’t bother to check Emilia’s diaper. Mom had last changed her before dinner, so I knew that a diaper change was going to be needed. I struggled to lift my sister up off of the floor. At the rate she was growing, I doubted I’d be able to carry her much longer. Much to my relief, the diaper was only wet, not messy. We didn’t talk as I rushed to get her cleaned up quickly. I didn’t want to make her feel any worse about wearing the diaper than I’m sure she already did. I suppose I should be grateful that she hasn’t finished her potty-training, as that gave me a discreet source of pull-ups that I could take to manage my own bladder issues. With Emilia in a fresh diaper, I changed her into a bedtime outfit and sent her off to the bathroom to get her teeth brushed before going to bed. I spent the last couple hours before my own bedtime on the living room couch, mindlessly playing some boring games on my phone, doing my best to ignore the endless loop of home videos playing on the TV. “Sarah, you remember what you had told me a few weeks back about how constipation could cause a problem with children when they are toilet training?” I nodded. I did recall how I had spent some time online looking up ideas for how to get Emilia toilet trained, but I was leery of the direction that this conversation was going to take. “I didn’t think it was a good idea at the time, but with Emilia still not staying dry consistently during the day or at night, and with your bedwetting picking back up, I think it might be a good idea to have both of you try some laxatives.” I didn’t respond right away. Mom hadn’t really phrased her thoughts as a question, after all. That seemed like it would be too easy of a fix for such as major problem, but, on the other hand, if it did work my life would be back to normal and I would be free of having to change my sister’s diapers as well. “I think that would be good to try,” I said. “I’ll need to get them ordered then, and the ones that look best don’t have two-day shipping on Amazon, so they probably won’t come until next weekend.” With about ten minutes to go until it was my bedtime, I slipped into my bedroom so that I could change out of my sister’s pull-ups and into a pair of panties, so that Mom could diaper me for bed without finding out that I was taking Emilia’s pull-ups. I made sure that my sister was asleep. She was already snoring quietly and didn’t stir a bit when I gently nudged her shoulder. Even though I’d only been back to wearing diapers to bed for less than a week, Mom and I had already settled into a routine for getting me diapered for bed. Once I had finished with using the toilet one last time – not that it was going to do me any good – and had brushed my teeth, I slipped into her bedroom to lay on her bed and did everything I could to make the diaper go as quick as possible. Once she was done, I didn’t bother with putting any pajamas over the diaper. It retained body heat much more than panties or pull-ups did, and I wanted to be at least somewhat comfortable while sleeping. The embarrassment of having to wear a diaper to bed was outweighed by the relief I felt over successfully making it through Mom’s daytime potty-training regimen, as well as the hope that I might soon be able to bring my bladder issues to an end.

Chapter 2: Willa sucked on the bottle, her stomach churned in disgust. The milk itself wasn’t disgusting, it was actually quite sweet tasting. It was just the notion that she was being forced to feed from a baby bottle as if she were an actual infant that made her pissed. The woman who called herself her mommy, hummed an unfamiliar lullaby rocking her back and forth. When the other woman, who’d she learned was named Nurse Lizzie, came back with the warm bottle, Willa at first refused. She turned her head every which way, not letting them remove the mouthpiece until a hard slap landed on her bottom causing her to freeze in shock. The women took this as their chance to remove the pacifier and place the nipple in her open mouth. She didn’t even have a chance to speak. She just sucked and sucked until the bottle was empty and a warm full feeling settled in her stomach. “That’s it baby,” the woman stared down adoringly at her. “Was your baba good?” Willa couldn’t answer. The woman knew that. It made her even more angry. But that’s what the woman wanted right? She wanted to humiliate her. She wanted to degrade her until she was nothing more than a filthy mess. Willa wouldn’t let herself give in to these people’s sick fantasy. “You’re just tired.” she sighed. “Baby’s like you shouldn’t be up so long. Don’t worry munchkin, you’ll go night- night in just a moment.” But Willa didn’t want to go, night-night. She wanted answers as to why she was being treated like a baby. She wanted answers as to how she had ended up at this place. She was sure that if she could somehow escape, she could call the police or at least her brother. He’d come to save her. Adrian, wouldn’t let anything happen to her-- he was her protector. He must have known she was missing by now when she didn’t show up after her therapy session. The police were probably already called. A search was on for her. She wouldn’t be here for long, she was sure. She’d be found eventually. So caught up in her thoughts, Willa barely noticed as cloth was placed over the woman’s shoulder and she was sat up right. The pacifier and bottle laid on the table as Willa opened her mouth, prepared to speak but instead a loud burp sounded and outpoured milk. Her nose wrinkled in disgust and embarrassment as it dribbled down her chin. “Good girl!” the woman praised, rubbing her back in soft circles. Cradling her in her arms, she wiped the spit up away with the corner of the towel and forced the large object back in her mouth. She immediately started to suck. Willa hated it. Tears already stained her cheeks and she didn’t want to have another fit. She couldn’t give these people any more reason to believe she was a baby so she held it in, cautiously staring up at the woman, only able to move her head the tiniest bit. The lights in the room dimmed until it was almost completely dark. Nurse Lizzie opened the top of the box and Astrid placed her inside on her back. Tears shone in her eyes as the lid was closed and she was effectively trapped. All she laid on was a soft mattress with a plastic covering. She didn't even get a pillow. The women talked above her, she could see their mouths moving and smiling faces but couldn’t make out the words. Her eyes began to close as a warm feeling spread throughout her body and into the diaper. There would be hell to pay when she awoke but for now… all she could do was sleep. ooOoo “The drugs are working.” Nurse Astrid smirked, staring down at the adult baby who’d fallen into a deep sleep. She was her baby… for now. She was filled with emotion, knowing what an honor it was to work with the newborns. They were the least common type of little they got but were the most precious. Yes, they would fight and claim to be big kids but at the end they all gave in. They were nothing more than helpless little babies and it was their job to make them see that. The both of them cooed at the unconscious suckle of her pacifier. She was the cutest baby to date. They knew within a month, she’d be ready for adoption. You could always tell when the child first arrived if they would be easy to regress or not. The ones chosen to be newborns were almost never a challenge. Out of all the patients, they were the most vulnerable. They had difficult and stressful lives and that’s why they were chosen to be regressed to the youngest-- they were the most critical patients. All they needed was a little bit of nurturing and they’d be putty in their hands. It was a blessing in disguise. Astrid hummed in agreement. “She may have been Marina’s best find yet. I was a little skeptical when she said that her brother was still around but it appeared he knew what he was doing. I don’t think we have to worry about him or anyone else trying to take her away.” Most patients admitted had no family or weren’t in good standing with them. The Little Beginnings Hospital was for girls ages ten all the way to twenty five. This was a last resort type of place. Troubled girls who had run out of chances with the law, families who were fed up with their behavior, or girls who just needed help to regain control of their lives were sent here to be mentally regressed back to whatever age deemed fit and then were adopted out. They never saw their families again, instead being taken into the secret ageplay community of Henderson, Washington where they could live their lives and have no care in the world. The government secretly sponsored them as a result being the crime rates and mental health challenges appeared to lessen to the general public. “For now, I’ll wake her up every two hours until she starts doing it on her own. With the laxatives and diuretics, she’ll soon become incontinent and won’t even realize it.” Nurse Lizzie nodded her head, staring thoughtfully down at the young girl. “Her brother did the right thing by sending her here. Who knows how much longer she would’ve lasted.” “Yes. Some people are not made for the adult world. We’re doing the right thing.” ooOoo Willa didn’t dream… or at least she couldn't remember if she did. It felt as if she had just fallen asleep, so she was not happy to be woken up again and forced into this nightmare. She shifted uncomfortably, mortified to realize the diaper was wet once again. She hadn’t wet her pants since she was a toddler. Nothing made sense. She was placed on the changing table, shivering slightly as the cold air hit her bare skin. The stench of urine caused her nose to wrinkle in disgust as she laid there, immobile. The nurse spoke soft words that she refused to listen to and stared up at the ceiling, wishing this to be over. Her limbs felt like dead weight and knew it was pointless to fight. That didn’t mean she had given up, it just meant that there was a time and place for a battle and right now was not the time. She laid still, slightly trembling as she felt the cold wipe on her bottom. Her eyes stung with tears that she refused to let fall. “You’re such a good baby.” the nurse finished tapping a new diaper back on before blowing raspberries on her stomach, causing her to involuntarily kick her legs. She undid the pacifier and Willa took the chance, opening her mouth to speak before she was silenced again. “W-why…” her breath rasped in her throat. She licked her chapped lips, trying to regain feeling as they had gone numb. “... doin’ this… to… me.” The woman’s eyes seemed to darken. “Those are big girl noises.” she clicked her tongue. “You are not a big girl. You are mommy’s baby and will do as mommy says.” Without warning, she forced the bottle into her open mouth, causing her to ingest mouthfuls of the sweet tasting milk. Her face scrunched up in disgust but couldn't turn away. She was stuck. “Mommy knows best,” she spoke as she tilted the bottle up, forcing the liquid into her throat. Her eyes lightened again, content with her obedience. “You are just a little baby. Think about it… big girls don’t wet their diapers. Big girls don’t drink babas. Willa, you were meant to be a baby. Nothing will ever change that.” there was a warning in her voice that she couldn’t ignore. She didn’t want to find out what the punishment would be. “Now don’t worry your pretty little mind.” she sighed. “Overtime those big girl thoughts will go away and you may not understand yet but mommy loves you very very much.” A single tear fell down her cheek as she closed her eyes. How was she ever going to escape? Going through the whole feeding process again, she reluctantly sucked on the pacifier, unwilling to admit how much it actually soothed her. Willa was placed back in the tiny prison, tightly wrapped. She wondered how much longer this this... baby treatment would last. Someone had to be searching for her. They had to. ooOoo Woken up. Changed. Fed. Swaddled… every two hours. She constantly sucked on something whether it be the bottle or pacifire. That was her life now and it could not have been more boring. She wasn’t sure how many days it had been because the time had all blurred together. Her only indication that things were different was when Nurse Astrid came in with her nightly baba. Yes. That's what she called it. The lights were always dimmed. There were no windows. However, the one thing that had changed were the new additions to the ward. Two new girls, just as Willa, were tightly swaddled and placed in the incubators. They couldn’t talk to each other but when awake, communicated with looks. They were just as terrified. They cried more than she did and cussed every opportunity they had, refusing to cower away. In reality it caused more problems than solved. So finally fed up as well with the infantile treatment, Willa told the nurse to fuck off and managed to punch her… albeit lightly… once released from the restraining blanket. The nurse did not take her actions kindly. Same as the two girls, her bare bottom earned twenty swats, which then she couldn’t help but cry out. Willa was now more determined than ever to escape. But today had a different agenda. Fully prepared to have the wet diaper changed, she was placed on the table. Nurse Lizzie had returned this time with some type of pills. After being set free from the blanket, she was turned onto her stomach. Along with the straps, Nurse Astrid held her down as she felt the sudden intrusion of something in her bum. Willa cried and screamed as Astrid restrained her. Unable to relax her bum, Nurse Lizzie had a harder time administering the suppositories, unintentionally causing more pain. “All done!” Lizzie exclaimed, slipping off her gloves and throwing them in the trash can. Re-diapering her, Astrid held her close, whispering encouraging words in her ear. She hadn’t pooped in several days. Now she was being forced. Her stomach churned painfully and after five minutes, she began to feel a change. Dread filled her body as an uncomfortable feeling sat in her stomach. Astrid bounced her up and down, purposefully patting her diapered bottom. Willa’s face turned bright red and as hard as she squeezed, she couldn’t stop the little poop from leaking out. She eventually gave up, groaning as her bowels were released and filled the diaper. Astrid rested her hand on her back side, squeezing the diaper, the warm mush smearing all over her bottom. Now she understood why she had been put in three diapers. They were so full, that if she pooped anymore, it would leak out. “I know that hurt, honey.” Astrid said as she continued to pat her bottom. “This is why we do poopoos every day. You don’t like feeling icky, do you?” All Willa could do was cry. “Mommy, is going to give you a nice bath now and you’ll be all squeaky clean.” she smiled at the naked girl in her arms. Willa frowned when they entered the bathroom. She was expecting a real bath… not a newborn tub. She wondered how much farther they’d go. After cleaning off her poop covered bum, she was placed in the warm water. The nurse washed her now short curly hair with baby shampoo before softly doing the rest of her body with a sponge. Astrid was extra careful, taking her to time to make sure every part of her was cleaned. Willa froze when she touched her… womanhood but nothing came of it. Astrid moved on as if she hadn’t noticed her reaction. The bath quickly ended and wrapped in a towel, she was brought back out to the nursery where Nurse Lizzie attended to one of the other girls who had woken up. It stunk of high heaven and Willa recognized the smell of a poopy diaper. This time not hers. It was embarrassing for everyone and the soft praises from the nurses did nothing to help. Willa was placed on the changing table where lotion was spread all over her hairless body, giving her skin a soft silky feel. Just like a real baby's, her skin was just as delicate. Willa hated it. Exhausted from the previous event and feeling weaker than usual, she gave limited fight and was quickly taken care of. Instead of being placed back in a swaddle, Willa was put in a white sleeper with pink flowers. For the first time, although limited she was able to stretch her stiff legs. It was her reward for behaving. ooOoo Hey all! Thank you so much for reading and to those who reviewed, it means so much to me. I should try to update in soon but until then, I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy!

Part 4 “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god... what had mum and Mrs Dewhurst talked about?” Mum seemed to have been in there ages. In fact, it must have been quite some time because I’ve wet my nappy in nervous anticipation whilst waiting for her to come out. I didn’t even get chance to question her before she rushed off home. No doubt I’ll be called in soon and told off for mum’s impromptu visit. Mrs Dewhurst looked out to me as she drew the blinds to her office. She’s done that before if she gets a migraine and no doubt mum had encouraged one along. I was trying to concentrate on my work but had a nagging suspicion mum had fled so she wouldn’t have to explain anything. What could that be? After about half an hour Mrs Dewhurst beckoned me to her office. Again pessimistic Deidre voiced her troubled opinion – “That can’t be good” – before I nervously made my way there. She was sitting behind her desk unwrapping the shiny purple covering of a Hazel in Caramel from a large box of Roses Chocolates on her desk. “Thank you for these... they weren’t necessary but much appreciated.” “Oh, that’s why mum came. I, I, erm, wanted to thank you again for your, um, kindness...” “Yes, your mother said you were considerate that way.” She smiled a chocolatey smile. I felt relieved that’s what mum brought in but now felt stupid for getting myself in a state and flooding my nappy. “You’re a very lucky lad Anthony having a mother who is so attentive to your needs.” “Yes, well we’re that type of family... all quite close and all...” “Needless to say, we did talk about your little accident in the office yesterday and the possible reasons for that.” I felt everything tighten up in response and another spurt of pee entered my already soaked nappy. I didn’t know what to say or do and stood there struck dumb waiting for her to dismiss or ridicule me or...” “She tells me that you are back in protection is that correct?” I didn’t want to admit it but this was someone in power so I wasn’t going to lie. I nervously nodded yes. “I suspect that you are wet at the moment... is THAT correct?” Again, I was in no position to deny anything and reluctantly nodded. “OK, well your mother has convinced me that to get the best out of you whilst you have this problem, and that you will work more efficiently, is if you are put into a dry nappy.” She looked into my eyes that were trying desperately to look elsewhere. “Do you think she’s correct in that assessment?” She’d never spoken to me in that sort of inquisitive tone before and I was caught off-guard. My entire body was in flight mode and yet I was stuck, unable to force my muscles to respond, her deep pile carpet held me like a spider’s web. It felt like I’d been a naughty little lad caught in some stupid act. # She slipped another chocolate in her mouth, I couldn’t see which one but it did give time to think about my next move. There wasn’t one. “Hmmm not very talkative at the moment but your mother and I have sorted your dilemma. As from today, until you are over these damp episodes, I have spare nappies and stuff here for you to change into.” Now my body really was reacting to this news and I was shaking violently within. “As you are wet at the moment I don’t see why you shouldn’t change now.” It didn’t seem a request just something that was going to happen. “And, if you’ll pardon my presumption, although your mother has already sanctioned the next move, I’m going to change you as I would my thirteen year old daughter when she has a similar problem.” I could feel a scream, a shout, a pleading but nothing but numbness gripped my body. I definitely wanted to say no but... mum had already authorised this, this, this betrayal of my privacy. I was praying for someone to come in, or the phone to ring, or something to avoid the embarrassment that mum and Mrs Dewhurst had organised. I couldn’t believe what she’d just said or that was an action she’d be prepared to take. I found my voice... it was small and almost imperceptible. “But, but...” and that was the sum total of my protest. “Anthony, I know this might seem a bit unconventional,” her probing voice had become more friendly and understanding. “But you are in a very delicate position and your mother is worried that your nappy will cause further problems if left unattended.” I stood mortified. “OK Anthony, just lie out on the carpet and leave the rest to me. Think of me as your surrogate mother... and I’ll think I’m changing my daughter... so we should both be less embarrassed.” I was standing stock still and stunned... this can’t be happening. “Anthony,” she barked. “I’ll not tell you twice and in future you’ll do as I say immediately if you don’t mind. I have other things to deal with apart from your wet nappy. Now take off your pants and lie out on the carpet.” When authority barks an order I do as I’m told so nervously lowered my pants, exposing the soaked and saggy material being held up by an equally bulging pair of opaque plastic pants. “Your mother is correct a wet nappy shouldn’t be left for too long.” Good grief how on earth had they got around to talking about nappies? The thing was the fabric had turned a pale yellow and the odour of urine assaulted the senses. If it wasn’t for the firmness and immediate action of Mrs Dewhurst I would have died from embarrassment. I didn’t get the time or opportunity to protest as she just looked around, I guess to make sure she had all the correct items to complete the change. Now I was dreading anyone coming in but the office knew if the blinds were drawn only in emergency was she to be disturbed. We were all aware of the nasty migraines she suffered and needed a few minutes of peace and quiet to fight it off. I lay there like a statue unable to speak or move. This was terrible pressure and I felt myself spurt another warm jet into my already sodden nappy. She opened her desk and took out some wet wipes, tubes of ointment and container of powder. She hesitated a little bit before revealing a brand new nappy, which she then immediately set about folding. Once that was ready she released the saturated material around my hips and exclaimed just how wet it was. I was dying from total embarrassment as she wiped the damp area around my equipment. “Now don’t be embarrassed Anthony (a bit late for that) just relax and I’ll have this done in a short while.” # Why was this happening? I’m a working man not a toddler. This shouldn’t be happening. It felt like my body was ablaze with humiliation as she wiped across my penis and balls. I could see she was about to say something but changed her mind and just decided to say how nice, clean and dry I’d be before too long. I could have done with one of those chocolates and, as if reading my mind, she picked one out and handed it to me. “To take your mind off things...” I sighed and, as she pulled the entire damp thing away “Lift up sweetie... erm... I mean please Anthony” instantly slipped the fresh nappy under my bum. I did and she quickly manoeuvred it into place, rubbed in some lotion followed by a sprinkling of powder. “Best not have too much, don’t want everyone wondering who smells of talc now do we.” By then I’d managed to unwrap the sweet and popped it into my mouth to slowly let it melt on my tongue. It’s my favourite way of eating chocolate. It did ease some of my anxieties. She pulled the fabric edges up between my legs and across my lower abdomen and, after a bit of tugging and realigning, pinned them tightly together with a couple of huge pins with blue plastic covers over the ends. “Is that OK?” I nodded but it felt different from when mum does it. “Good, well nearly done.” She then reached over and pulled out what I assumed were a packet of plastic pants. I was correct. She used her teeth to rip open the seal and jiggled out three huge pairs of glass-like covers. “Well, these aren’t what I was expecting but it’s what your mother left so...” Again my voice, although inwardly crying out in protest, remained stoically silent to anyone else. Also I’d reached the centre of the chocolate and a sweet, sticky orangey flavour burst on to my tongue. Mmmmmmm that tastes sooo good. At the same moment she shuffled the slippery plastic up my legs, the dry thick material clearly visible under cover and squeezed all the excess air out before indicating I could put my trousers back on. I stood up and couldn’t get over how different a dry nappy felt, it seemed to hang differently as well but under the vinyl pants all I could identify were the folds and pins. # She watched in fascination as I nervously dragged my pants up. There was a slight feeling of extra padding but otherwise she’d done a good job. Although I was horrified by what had just happened, I was also appreciative of being out of a soaked nappy. Whenever I was put into a nappy I had these mixed feelings - annoyed yet appreciative. She slipped the used wet items into a plastic bag. “You need to come and collect this before you go home tonight... your mother will be expecting them.” At that moment I simply nodded as if I was a schoolboy and been told I could take home some project made in class to be admired by the family. In fact, the entire procedure had me thinking back to being a kid and the times I’d been scared by a storm and my wetting returned. Although most of the earlier occasions were sketchy I remembered some where we never knew just how long the problem would last. Damp patches appeared without warning and then so did saturated pull-ups or nappies, which meant I was changed in assorted places as mum or dad made sure I didn’t sit around in soggy stuff for too long. “Ermm, thank you... erm...” I didn’t know whether to call her Paula or Mrs Dewhurst. Using her Christian name seemed a bit too familiar and disrespectful considering what had just taken place. I left her office and the eyes of the team where on me. “No raise I’m afraid... mum just checking on my holiday entitlements.” It was the best excuse I could come up with on the spur of the moment. The rest of the day passed without incident or comment and I was glad to get my bus home, armed with my secret shame in a plastic bin bag. The day had been peculiar and as the journey continued I began to chuckle to myself. Incredibly, I’d been changed by the boss. I’d had a chocolate shoved in my mouth to keep me occupied, reminiscent of the times mum would slide a dummy in to keep me quiet when I had a change. Weird or what? Despite the strange circumstance I was glad to be in a dry nappy, it made such a difference to how I worked and reacted to those around me. To be candid, a soggy wet nappy is not nice to sit around in so no matter how excruciating the change was, I was very grateful. Most of the time I forgot I was wearing anything but when I did there was a surge of relief. No one mentioned anything but I was in a peculiar mental situation - I’d just been changed by my boss and hadn’t objected; that was just plain crazy. Also, the fact that the office was on a high because we’d finished the project on time and management had been very impressed by our department and the speed we’d turned things around. The fact I’d been part of that success filled me with pride. I may have had my doubts earlier that morning but mum had been correct, wearing a nappy to the office had not hindered my work in any way. It had been quite an unusual day and I found myself smiling at what transpired, which would make it difficult to be angry with mum when I got home. # The bus ride was uneventful and although I noticed the larger bulge I refrained from playing with it, I didn’t want to raise the indignation of any other passenger. The weather had been pleasant all day and I noticed a lot of summery clad people out and about. I hated wearing a shirt and tie, always had, but dad had convinced me that when working in the environment I did, looking smart gave the correct impression. Thankfully, the office under Mrs Dewhurst jurisdiction only insisted on smart casual but a suit was quite permissible should that be your thing. I only wore my suit for the first week after that it was much more relaxed attire. So, having spent the day in a shirt and tie and heavier than normal dark wool trousers I was looking forward to shedding the lot and slipping into my favoured t-shirt and shorts. # When I got home there was only Jenny in the kitchen finishing her tea. “Where is everyone?” “Dad’s not home yet and mum’s visiting Mrs Symanski.” She said before piling more salad on her fork. Mrs Symanski is a pensioner who lives a few doors down from us and who mum does the shopping for. “Oh” was my spot on comment. “There’s tuna salad in the fridge and I can put some garlic bread on if you want to go and change.” She said helpfully. “Mmmm, that would be great. I’m sweating like a pig in all this.” “You do know you could undo your tie when not at work don’t you?” This simple suggestion made me realise just how bright my fourteen year old sister actually was. It had simply not occurred to me on my sweaty journey home. “Boys?” She said dismissing me and searching for the garlic bread in the freezer. It didn’t click that she hadn’t said “Men?” until I got up to my room and that was only when I’d taken off my pants. Briefly I felt annoyed she hadn’t said Men but then I saw in the mirror my shiny underwear and decided I had no reason to be annoyed with her at all. Why mum had bought these particularly revealing plastic covers I didn’t know but I just shrugged and decided it couldn’t matter less. They held the fabric together nicely and didn’t crinkle too much under my pants. I put everything away and then checked that I was still watertight, I was. I slipped on a pair of loose white nylon P.E. shorts and a black t-shirt I used to wear for gym at school and headed back to the kitchen. By then Jenny had gone but set out on the table was my salad and a large slice of garlic bread, which was something I really liked. She’d also poured a glass of juice and cleared her own stuff away. # As I ate I felt quite comfortable sat in the still dry thickness of the nappy Mrs Dewhurst had put me in. The bulge in the shorts was quite pronounced but, as I had no plans on visiting anyone was happy how I was for the rest of the evening. The slippery glassy cover could be made out under the shorts but I was just pleased to be released from the restrictions of office clothes. I saw Jenny out in the back garden under a parasol enjoying the early evening sunshine. It was still quite lovely so picked up my plate and drink and headed to the small table outside to take my meal al fresco. She’s four years my junior and now almost as tall as me but the difference between us is considerable. Jenny has always had a thing about fashion and looking good, and, even as a schoolgirl exudes sophistication and confidence. Laying in the sun now she looked terrific, like she was posing for the cover of one of her fashion magazines. Here I was, dressed in my old school P.E. outfit, more or less the complete opposite of style. She didn’t mind, in fact, she’d never been one to criticise me or my ‘problems’. As I shovelled in a forkful of lettuce and tuna I saw she had her eyes closed and even the way she was laid out had a touch of finesse. My younger sister was destined, especially as she had brains as well, for an unbelievable future... or so the family anticipated. It seemed that from being a twelve year old flat chested schoolgirl to the now pert-busted young lady had been a natural development that had passed me by. She looked stunning and I’d heard there were already a number of seniors flocking around in the hope of becoming her boyfriend. # When she was three and we were camping and sharing the same tent compartment, not only did she not wake up during the storm she never said a thing when we both ended up being put into nappies. Now I think about it her seven year old brother was wearing protection for longer than she was. Then, throughout my history of suddenly needing protection, she’d never once thrown that fact in my face, used it as ammunition or tried to belittle me because of it. She’d always seemed to understand. Over the years she’s seen me at various ages suddenly wearing a nappy but like mum and dad, just accepted the fact and realised it didn’t need a comment. I should also say that it was her encouragement that got me the job I’m in now. Two years ago, mum, Jenny and I were on a shopping excursion in town. It was the school summer holidays but mum wanted us to look for clothes for the new term. She’d gone off to pay some bills or something and to prevent us getting bored the two of us ended up at Burger King for a milkshake. I have to admit that both my parents thought I should pursue more academic studies but I’d told Jenny in confidence that I was, despite not being a complete dummy, hating school more and more each day. She said that I should look for work to see what was on offer. “If it involves computers and,” she said with a grin, “not too physical, go for it.” I took her advice and within four weeks I’d found the trainee job where I am now and I’d never been happier. Had it been left to mum and dad, I’d be still in school and resenting every minute. Although not completely on board with my decision they saw I was determined and when I secured the position couldn’t really insist any more. However, there was a drawback, I suddenly started wetting the bed which I presumed was the anxiety after the interview though before I started work. That’s when mum bought me pull-ups to sleep in and hopefully keep the wetting under some control because during the day I was fine but at night... no chance. Once I started work my sixteen year old anxiety levels increased and so did the amount I seemed to pee so for a couple of weeks my night-ware had a thick nappy with plastic pants as its base. Thankfully though... no daytime wetting. # I wasn’t sure why the memories were so strong but all the times I’d been put back into pull-ups or nappies came flooding into my mind. When I thought even more on the subject it was apparent that Jenny had grown up over the years whilst I had, apart from getting a job, stayed more or less the same; same physique, same choice of clothes, same enjoyment of stupid, silly computer games. To say my development was stunted (I hardly had any body hair) and the fact my penis hadn’t advanced the same way as Jenny’s breasts had flourished made me wonder why. However, just a quick look down at the thick fabric bulge under my shorts surely explained everything. I was still locked in some sort of childhood battle with thunder and lightning... and the elements were winning. # # # ...to be continued

My opinion is you shouldn't expose your kink to others without there consent. I understand it may be his yard, but for me that doesn't change the exposing kink without consent. It seems my opinion is not held by those who have replied. I will be thinking about what others have said and do a bit of reading of past posts. Would anyone's opinion change if minors were in the home that saw the person exposing there kink?

The first was the Baby Pants Bedwetting track, and the second was the from youtube, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6IxWdNuxv94 I used both about equally, generally listening to them separately at different times when I could, not just before bed. I found the later particularly effective when I was more tired, and the former better in the morning. As mentioned, I would also start writing in a notepad how I wanted to be a bedwetter, and all the reasons why. I'm not sure how much this helped, but it certainly didn't hinder. In terms of training the wetting, at bed time, I drank (and still do) about 600mL water. When I would invariably wake with a full bladder, I would practice not moving at all, simply releasing fully and going back to sleep. It took just over a month to get to the point that I could wet straight away without moving. Before that, I had to really focus before my bladder would release. From the point I was wetting without moving, I was finding I being slowly less and less aware when waking until I started not remembering. At that point I stopped using the hypnosis files and writing. Since then I'm reliably wetting in my sleep at night except for the odd night now and then. Weighing my nappy in the morning, I seem to go from 1.3L to 1.8L depending on intake and diet. I couldn't tell you how many times or when I'm wetting though. I will also continue the ~600mL before bed for the foreseeable future, at least until I'm hopelessly wetting when I sleep.

Summary: After going through a traumatic childhood, Willa needs help. She's unknowingly admitted to Little Beginnings where she's going to have the chance to have the childhood she should've had (whether she wants to or not). ooOoo Chapter 1: “W-Willa…Willa Carolan,” the young girl stuttered. Her chocolate brown eyes focused on the black and white tiled floor as the receptionist typed upon the keyboard. She was the only one in the waiting room which she supposed made her feel a little better. She did not do well with interaction. The thought of even coming to therapy terrified her as she had never been before. She clenched her clammy hands into fists and counted backwards in her mind, trying to calm the beating of her heart. Suck it up. She thought. Plenty of people go to therapy. There was nothing to be worried about. That’s what she tried to tell herself. But she wasn’t so sure. She could barely talk to another person without stuttering or wanting to puke. How could she manage an hour long session? The whole point of therapy was to talk and she couldn’t even do that. “You can just take a seat in the chair right over there.” the woman smiled at Willa, finally having stopped typing. “Dr. Tischner will be out shortly.” Slightly nodding her head in thanks, she quickly scattered to the furthest corner in the small room away from the woman. With her knees pressed against her chest, she rested her head on them, taking in deep and rapid shallow breaths, ignoring the stack of magazines on the tiny table beside her. Willa didn’t know why she even agreed to come to this. She had managed to avoid it for the past ten years, silently suffering, never going out unless absolutely necessary. She was only twenty years old, had no friends, no job, and anxiety that riddled her mind and body. Adrian, her older brother was the one who supported her but she had a feeling he wanted her out of his home. His crazy ex- girlfriend of three years had just left and was still traumatized by... by everything. Willa thought his message was pretty clear when he scheduled the appointment himself and drove her, escorting her as far as the front door then leaving. She was pissed, rightfully so, that he would just abandon her like that. They were best friends. They had been for all of their lives. Even though her brother was five years older, they understood each other like no one else. She could count on him for everything. She didn’t have to hide away. They were exactly the same in everything from their caramel skin, eyes, round face and thick curly black hair. People would confuse them for twins because of how much they looked alike. So, yes, it hurt when he just dumped her at the building. He didn’t even say when he would be back and the unknown was what scared her the most. “Willa Carolan?” a new voice echoed throughout the room. Shooting her head up, a blonde haired woman dressed in a pink cashmere sweater and light jeans stood at the door with a clipboard. She looked to be about forty years old. Some lines were visible on her milky white skin but from afar she didn’t look to be over twenty five. On trembling legs, Willa walked across the room, ducking her head at the woman’s kind smile and followed her through the brown door into a small room. Sitting down on the lumpy grey couch, she examined everything around her. The walls were painted a mustard yellow and there was one small window which was the only light in the room. In front of her was a coffee table and a chair on the other side. An icy glass of water and a bowl of mints was situated in front of her. Her hand twitched, wanting to take a sip to cool her parched throat but she held off. Willa didn’t want to get too comfortable. She didn’t want to let her guard down. “It’s small, I know.” Willa jumped, turning to stare at the woman. The door shut and suddenly the two of them were alone. She sat down across from Willa with the clipboard and pen in her hand. Her blue eyes gleamed in curiosity. “I’m Dr. Tischner,” she said, her voice was low. Without realizing it, Willa slowly found herself relaxing at the woman’s soft tone. it was almost maternal, something she hadn't heard in many years. “You must be Willa. I believe it was your brother that set up the appointment, yeah?” Willa nodded her head. She kept her mouth shut, still inclined not to speak. Her foot tapped against the black carpet. Her eyes darted every which way, determined not to look at the doctor. “It’s alright if you don’t want to talk. We can just answer, yes or no questions.” she waved her hand. “Everyone reacts differently to therapy so there is no one way to feel or act. It’s normal to be nervous or afraid. I like to go at the patient's pace. If you’re uncomfortable with any of my questions we can just move on. Does that seem fair?” Her eyebrows furrowed together, taking in what she said. Willa was not one to bare her soul to people, especially strangers. It was a relief to hear her say that because she didn’t know if she would ever be ready to share what happened. Willa nodded her head once again. It did seem fair. Looking down at her clipboard, she began to speak. “I just want to clarify a few things, first. Your report says that you are twenty years old; full name is Willa Jean Carolan; and that you were born November 12, 2000? ” The young girl gave a nod. “Great! Now that that’s out of the way I thought we could get to know each other a little.” she exclaimed. “My name is Marina Tischner and I’ve been a therapist for about ten years now. I love working with children and young adults such as yourself. I take a really laid back approach when counseling. I don’t push my patients into anything they are uncomfortable sharing and will not reveal to anyone what is said in this room unless it endangers the lives of others or yourself. Do you understand?” Willa tugged at a curl that had fallen loose from her ponytail. She bit her lip, humming a yes and hugged the pillow in her arms that sat beside her. Dr. Tischner continued to question her about different stuff in her life such as her favorite color, food, animal, etc, and by the end Will found herself slightly smiling, not as tense as she had been when she first arrived. There was something about the woman that gave off a maternal presence. Something she hadn’t felt since the death of her parents. Dr. Tischner cared about her. It wasn’t fake. She gulped, holding back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. Willa bit her bottom lip, drawing blood but sucked it away. “I’d like to talk about you parents.” she casually brought up, stopping Willa in her tracks. Her heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach. It was the one thing she refused to ever talk about. A single tear fell from her eye. “You witnessed your parents murder.” Dr. Tischner's voice was just above a whisper. “That’s when the anxiety and PTSD started, isn’t it?” Her chest rose up and down. She didn’t have the words to scream at her to stop the questions. Her shoulders shook as she continued to speak. Willa couldn’t breathe, she was gonna pass out. “You were only ten years old. I couldn’t imagine what that could do to a child.” she sadly shook her head. “You didn’t see your brother until you were at the hospital. That’s why he isn’t as affected as you are. Does that ring true?” The sound of a gunshot echoed in her mind. Her mother’s dead body fell to the ground. A pool of blood surrounded her. Willa’s father was already dead, having been murdered first. The intruders thought no one was home. That’s what they claimed in court. They never meant to kill anyone, they were just gonna rob her house. It didn’t make it any better because her mother and father were dead. She hid upstairs at the top of the staircase, terrified to make a move, afraid they’d hear her. It was two o’clock in the morning. Her brother was sleeping over at a friend's house. That was the day her life changed forever. “Take a sip of water.” Dr. Tischner calmly nodded toward the glass on the table. “We’ll stop the questioning.” She didn’t have to tell her twice. Holding the glass with shaking hands, she tilted it to her lips, gulping it down, barely noticing the change in taste. Willa finished it within a few seconds and collapsed back against the couch, suddenly overcome with fatigue. “We’ll stop for now. Why don’t you take a little nap… we’ve still got ten minutes left.” Dr. Tischner encouraged. Willa didn’t have to be told twice. A haze had clouded over her mind and suddenly she found it harder to stay awake. The only thing she could hear was the doctor’s voice calmly lulling her to sleep. ooOoo This couldn’t be real. Willa naively thought. The last thing she remembered was being at Dr. Tischner’s, her brother leaving her, recounting parents' death, and having a panic attack. She didn’t remember anything after that. A part of her desperately wished for this to be a dream but she knew it wasn’t. It was too real. Warm tears blinded her already blurred vision as her chest rose up and down, desperate to escape the entrapment she had been placed in. Willa wanted to be home in her own bedroom, laying in her queen sized bed. She wanted to be with her brother. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him. She wanted to be away from here. Away from this woman who was holding her as if she weighed nothing. . She couldn’t move her arms or legs. Her entire body was constricted in a tight swaddle by the light pink blanket. It had taken a moment for her to realize that as she slowly awoke, hearing the soft sound of the woman’s voice. That was ten minutes ago. Willa should've been freaking out more than she was. She should’ve been crying and screaming and having a panic attack. But the only sign of her panic were the fat tears that rolled down her cheeks, as she stared up at the woman who cradled her against her bare skin. The only thing she could focus on was her green eyes, unable to see anything else. If she tried to look more than six feet away it all became a big blur. “You’re alright, baby.” the woman cooed as she wiped away the tears. She spoke down to her as if she were an actual infant, unable to understand basic speech.That pissed Willa off more than anything. But she had no way to show it except for the glare in her eyes. “Mommy’s got you,” she spoke in a high pitched voice. “You’re safe with mommy now. You don’t have to worry about those big bad thoughts in your head. Just suck your paci.” she tapped the large object that was stuffed in her mouth. Willa was forced to suck on it, unable to spit it out due to the strap that went around her head. Pitiful whimpers rose from the back of her throat and the woman condescendingly cooed, rocking them both in the rocking chair. They were in the infant ward. The room was light pink and smelled of baby powder. Ten large adult sized newborn incubators filled the room and changing tables ran along the walls. There was also a rocking chair in each corner of the room. Everything was adult sized. Tapping her bottom, Willa’s eyes widened in horror as she felt a cushiony bulk on her bottom half. The woman’s smile widened, showing off her shiny white teeth. “Does baby Willa have to use her diapee?” She began to wiggle as hard as she could, trying to escape but she was too weak. Now she was sobbeduncontrollably as the weight of the woman’s words sank in. She was swaddled like a newborn, sucking on a pacifier, and in a diaper that she was expected to use. Her vision had been blurred. Her muscles were weak. She was as helpless as an infant. Willa was an infant. The woman stood up, pacing as she rocked her back and forth, supporting her head like you’d do a real baby. She wore no shirt and Willa’s cheek was pressed right up against her large left breast. Willa was only faintly aware of the woman’s hand, pressing on her stomach. The more she wiggled the looser her bladder became until suddenly a warm stream flooded her diaper. The thick padding expanded and she screamed and screamed through the pacifier, glaring at the woman in hate for forcing her to piss herself. It was warm and wet, sloshing around her bottom before being absorbed. She desperately wanted it off. She was twenty years old. She hadn’t used a diaper since she was two years old. “I’m so proud of you!” the crazy woman praised her. “You used your diapee like a good little baby-- you’re my good little girl!” She gave her a wet kiss on the forhead and placed her on the changing table, ignoring the screams. A moment later, another woman walked into the room through the sliding doors. Both had curly brown hair that fell right above their shoulders and fair skin. She crooned, brushing her hair out of the girl's out of her face. “I think she’s one of the cutest infants we’ve had yet.” the woman tickled under her chin, causing Willa to try to wriggle away. “She’s also a very smelly baby! I think it’s time for a diapee change!” The second woman held her down as her mommy undid the swaddle revealing he naked body and sagging thick diaper. She continued to sniffle, out of energy to fight. A strap was tightened over her waist and chest while the second woman held down her shoulders. Moving quickly, the straps were undone and the diaper removed. Grabbing baby wipes, she wipes down everywhere, running her finger over her now bare pubic bone. Willa’s eyes realized at the realization only for the woman to giggle. “Babies like you don’t need grown up hair. Infants are bare.” she covered her in baby powder, not wanting to cause a rash and retapped an even thicker diaper making her unable to close her thighs. Undoing the straps, Willa wanted to plead not to be swaddled again but it’s what her mommy did. She wrapped it around her body even tighter than before and supporting her neck, held her against her body. “I’ll go get a bottle.” said the other woman. “Little babies like her shouldn’t be up for so long. Little Willa needs to go nighty- night.”

A while back, I designed an 8-bit computer based on the Z80 processor. I wrote up instructions on how I did it and included schematics (I posted it to a DIY website) and I also included a small program for it. The program takes numbers from the user and just adds them together. I later rewrote it to do a bit wise XOR operation on the numbers. Then I wired an LCD display to it (16x2 chars) and rewrote the program to convert the binary number to hex (in ascii format) to print to the display. More recently, I removed the display and wrote a new program. I haven’t actually programmed the computer yet, but I am about to. This program is a little bit meta. Again, it takes numbers from the user. This time, the numbers are going to be pure op code. They get stored in RAM and I chose a non-existent op code to use as a stop code. As the user enters numbers, they get checked against the stop code. Without getting too specific/technical, the number stored in location C gets moved to RAM. The user enters a number which is then stored in location A. The number in location B gets moved to C and then A gets moved to B. B and C are used together to be checked against the stop code. If no match, the process repeats. If there is a match, some extra stuff gets thrown in RAM (a jump code that acts as a software reset), then the computer jumps into the beginning of RAM space and starts executing from there. Essentially, the program I wrote makes the computer self-programming in a way. The user enters a series of op codes, which the computer stores in memory and executes. It may sound complex, but trust me, it is not. Literally “ask for a number, move numbers around, compare, repeat.” As for if it works, I’ll update in a little bit. I had to rebuild my EEPROM programming circuit and had just finished when I came here to post. I still need to do the actual programming, which may or may not be possible. I’m going to say it’s all good, but here’s why I’m not 100%. When I went into the electrical program at my local community college, we were required to buy a learning kit that teaches soldering and wiring (we had to build it ourselves). The assembled kit is for teaching digital electronics, but is less than ideal for what I attempted with it today. I’m using it as the programmer, which is fine. It can also be set up to read from the chip, which I’ve done before. However, it cannot be set up to do <I>both</I> because of how the kit was designed. I tried to find a way to force it to do both and it eventually made the sound of an electrical component coming to its untimely end (I also got a scent of really stale pee). I didn’t see any smoke and I couldn’t find a faulty component (I did see a capacitor that looked like it was wanting to die, which coincides with the sound I heard). If I didn’t destroy anything major, I should be able to get the EEPROM programmed. If I did destroy something, I’ll need to rebuild the programmer circuit as well as redesign it to work on a different breadboard. Again, I’ll update when I make the attempt and test it. *UPDATE* idk if I programmed it (correctly), but it isn’t working. This is an issue I’ve had on the computer since I very first built it. It tends to not want to run correctly. Will have to do more tests at a later date. *UPDATE 2* Here’s the code because why not: LD SP, 0EDBFH ;Stop code LD IY, 00FEH ;IY keeps track of where in RAM to store inputted codes. Start in last two locations of ROM because two junk bytes are attempted to be written IN A, (00H) ;Grab byte from user LD (IY+00H), E ;E contains next byte to be written to RAM. This line writes that byte to RAM INC IY ;Gets IY ready for the next write LD E, D ;Move D to E LD D, A ;Move A to D LD H, E ;Copy E into H LD L, D ;Copy D into L OR A ;Clears the Carry flag SBC HL, SP ;Subtract SP (stop code) from HL JP NZ, 0007H ;If SP = HL, the following code is executed. Otherwise, jump back to the IN instruction LD (IY+00H), 0C3H ;Insert the Jump op code at the end of what the user put in LD (IY+01H), 00H ;Low Byte for the Jump instruction LD (IY+02H), 00H ;High Byte. Jumping to 0000H causes the program to go through the initialization stages again. Useful for if user modified anything with their own code JP 0100H ;Jump to the first address in RAM space. My circuit starts RAM space at 0100H (only the lower byte of addressing is wired) .END

Hey folks. I'm currently experiencing a constant feeling of needing to go for a wee due to being stressed out at the moment. I'm being checked out with the Doc to rule out underlying causes but until then I'm after a bit of advice. I can just about hold it in but it's a constant fight and seems to be never ending. but if I just give in and wet at the first urge then it's just easier and I can concentrate on the rest of my life! Anyone else had a situation like this? If so, what did you do and what was the outcome? Should I hold on or just go with the flow? ?

Say hello to Dr. Windelmann again! When you see him, you know the story is going to take a hard turn into even more extreme baby treatment. In this case, the treatment is medical. Enjoy! Babied by Billy Chapter 8: Having Second Thoughts Things seemed to become more orderly as we entered the section of the building cleverly referred to as ‘adult pediatrics’. The walls were still an eye-watering mix of colors and shapes, but the carpeted floors gave way to plain rubber for easy cleaning, and the music was more relaxing. We soon found ourselves in a waiting room with a long desk, a few chairs, and an adult-sized play area off to the side. There was a bathroom too, not that it would be much use to me, I thought wryly. There didn’t appear to be anyone at the desk, so Billy sat me on the floor of the play area in front of a large television screen and told me to stay there while he made a phone call. I barely acknowledged him, as I was already distracted by what I saw on the screen. It was my favorite show, The Diaper Pals! Chester the Chipmunk and his friends were talking about how fun it was to visit the doctor. I grinned and sat there as I felt my diaper get warm, just vibing on the music and colors… completely enthralled. I don’t know how much time passed, but I was jerked back to awareness by Billy shaking my shoulder. “Come on, Jimmy, it’s time to see the Doctor.” I immediately felt a flash of panic. How could I have let myself get so distracted? I’d wasted all my time watching silly baby shows when I should have been thinking of what to say to the doctor. How was I going to get that note without condemning myself to a whole semester in diapers and baby clothes? A plump man in a white coat came through a door by the desk. He had a wide, friendly face, and the wrinkled eyes of someone who smiled often, but he wasn’t smiling now. In fact, he was looking a bit stern and I wondered if I was in trouble. “You’re late, Billy,” he began, in a thick German accent. “Sorry about that, Dr. Windelmann. I know this was last minute.” “Yes, it vas, und you’re lucky I could sqveeze you in! But now zat I see ze patient,” he said looking at me and breaking into a kind smile, “I just can’t stay mad. Und how are you, little vun? My name is Doctor Windellmann.” “J-Jimmy. I-I’m good, I guess,” I said, blushing at the baby talk and tugging at my shirt as if it could hide my diaper. The doctor followed my gaze down to my feet and gasped. “Oh my, but vat happened to your shoes? You’re barefoot!” “He pissed his pants at lunch, and we had to toss ‘em,” said Billy, conveniently leaving out the part where he forced me to drink gallons of formula without a potty break. “Vell, come in, and ve’ll get you all cleaned up,” he said, ushering us through the door to the exam rooms. “Zen you can tell your Uncle Windy all about vat is happening down below, hmm?” He pressed his warm hand into my back and guided me to a room that featured an exam table with dinosaur print paper and a pair of stirrups mounted at the bottom. My eyes went wide. Then I noticed several trays of mean looking rods, plugs, and metal instruments. And a large hanging enema bag. I immediately tried to back away but was arrested by the Doctor’s firm hand on my back. “Now now, little mouse, zere is nothing to fear. I understand you haff a little problem mit your, erm, eqvuipment, so vee haff to get a good look at ze problem.” “Jimmy, get on the table,” Billy said, massaging his temples in exasperation. “N-no!” I said, feeling the panic rise in my chest, “I changed my mind!” I thought this was just going to be a few questions, but this looked way more invasive. “Jimmy…” began Billy in an aggressive tone. “Oh dear,” sighed the doctor. “I should haff known.” Billy lunged at me, but I ducked under the doctor’s arm and ran for the lobby. “Jimmy!” yelled Billy. “Come back here!” “Vait, little one!” yelled Dr. Windellmann. I opened the door and ran out into the waiting room. My eyes were beginning to water and I was barely able to see where I was going, beyond just blurry shapes. Almost immediately, I crashed into one of the large blobs in my vision. “I-I’m s-s-sorry,” I stammered, “I-” “Jimmy?” “Tank?!” I cried. “Oh my gosh, are you okay? Why are you crying?” A large pair of arms brought me to my feet, and I was turned this way and that as Tank looked me over for signs of injury. He even sniffed my diaper to see if that could be the source of my distress. “I-I had an accident in class and everyone was angry at me a-and all my professors found out about my a-a-accident and B-B-Billy said I had to have a doctor’s note but the doctor’s office is s-scary and I don’t want to do it, and I just want to go hoooome!” I cried between sobs and hiccups. “Whoa, whoa, slow down little guy!” said Tank, getting down on one knee and resting his hands on my shoulders. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” He pulled me into a big hug and whispered into my ear. “You’re my good little boy, Jimmy. You’re safe and I promise nothing will hurt you. You’ve just been having some accidents is all, and we need to make sure you’re okay. We can go to the doctor together, and I promise it won’t be scary. If it hurts even a little bit, we can leave. How does that sound, champ?” That did sound better. “And you’ll be there the whole time?” “The whole time,” he said, smiling down at me. “Okay,” I nodded, and I wiped my eyes and took his hand. When I finally took my eyes off Tank, I saw that Billy and Dr. Windellmann were watching us. “Didn’t I tell you you need to watch your kiddos more closely, Billy? I found this little guy wandering off again!” “I had things under control,” mumbled Billy, crossing his arms and scowling. “Oh goodness,” said the Doctor. “Vee had a little scare zere didn’t, vee?” “Yeah, he was a little spooked, but I talked to him and he says he’s ready to see you now.” “Iz zat true, little one? Are you ready to be a good boy for Uncle Windy und let him check your plumbing?” I nodded yes and he gave me a big smile. “Zat’s my brave boy!” The exam room felt very cramped with three large men and myself inside. It would have struck me as downright silly if the situation weren’t so serious. “Up you go!” said Tank, lifting me up high and plopping me down on the padded table. I giggled a bit at the impromptu rocket ride and giggled some more when my sensitive feet were wiped clean with a warm washcloth. “Zat’s better! Okay my little bärchen, let’s hear it. Vat is happening down zere, hmm? Having a little issue staying dry und clean?” I nodded “Und do you know vhy you are having zese issues?” I shook my head. “Ven did it start, little one?” “Y-yesterday,” I said. “When I was put in a diaper.” “Hmm, vas zat ven you were in ze sandbox, perhaps?” “Uhh, yeah. Wait, how did you… Billy!” My eyes immediately shot to Billy, and I gave him the death glare. He just smirked as if to say, what are you gonna do about it? “I must admit,” the doctor said with a blush, “I’ve been followink your blog, und I have been expecting you to visit sooner or later. I’m glad it vas sooner!” “I- wait what?” “Such a brave boy you are,” he said, with a hint of admiration in his voice. I didn’t know what to say to that, but I had some questions of my own for Billy once this was over. “Now Jimmy, think carefully. Ven is ze last time you vere aware zat you had to go to ze toilet?” “Uh, I guess about 30 minutes before I pooped myself in class.” I said, thinking back to that morning’s disaster in World History. “I could have avoided that if I had made it to the bathroom in time…but…” “But you didn’t, did you? Und zat is ze problem. Vat about going pee pee, hmm?” “I-I can’t tell when I have to go. It just happens,” I said, truthfully. “And that started like I said, when I put on the diaper yesterday.” “Vait, you put it on yourself? I thought you said you vere put in a diaper,” said the doctor. “Oh, well, yes, I-I guess I did technically put it on myself, but…I…” “But you what?” asked Billy, with a raised eyebrow. “Uh… nothing.” I said. I couldn’t very well say that Billy had used some mind-control trick to make me put on the diaper. Would the doctor even believe me if I told him? I barely believed it myself! “Vell, based on your account und your behavior in ze videos, I think ve can safely say you need diapers. Ze kvestion is vhy,” said the doctor. “Vell, no worries, ya? Doctor Windellmann will get to ze bottom of sings, so to speak! Hoho, A little proctologist humor, you know. Now let’s check your vitals, shall vee?” He proceeded to check my blood pressure, my heart rate, my breathing, my nose and mouth. It all seemed pretty standard until it came time to take my temperature. He held the thermometer in his hand, and I opened my mouth, causing everyone in the room to chuckle. “What’s so funny?” I asked, looking around the room. “Not zat vay, little mouse.” said the doctor, pressing me gently down onto my back and motioning to the stirrups. My mouth hung open in shock. “You don’t mean…” The three men in the room just nodded. “A rectal thermometer? You can’t be serious!” “I am alvays serious, little one,” said the doctor, snapping on a pair of gloves. “Now be a good boy und lie down. You von’t feel a thing.” My pacifier was pushed into my mouth and my legs were bought up into each stirrup, then an absorbent pad was slid under my bum. Next, the doctor untaped my diaper. “Oh my, it’s quite vet. Ven vas ze last time you changed him?” “Not even an hour ago,” said Billy, grinning. “Is he vetting a lot zen?” “Oh yeah,” said Billy with glee, “I think he’s gone through at least six diapers since yesterday afternoon. And most of those had boosters too!” Hmm, I’ll haff to make a note of zat,” he said as he applied lube to the thermometer and brought it down toward my rear. I was extremely embarrassed. I tried looking at the dinosaur shaped containers on the counter, the colorful wallpaper, anything but what was happening between my legs, but it was hard to do in an exam room crowded with three large men. Why did I have to have an audience for this? My eyes shot open as I felt the cold thermometer press into my hole, and I started to sit up, but a large hand came down on my shoulder and held me down. I relaxed a bit when I saw that it was Tank’s hand. I looked into his eyes with concern and he smiled back at me and squeezed my hand. The thermometer slid deeper, and as I felt it press against something inside me. I made an involuntary moan and my dick jumped, letting out a small spurt of pee. “Oh my,” laughed the doctor, as the urine hit his white coat. “It looks like ve haff a sharp-shooter on our hands! I sink zat vas ze prostate.” For the umpteenth time that day I felt like I wanted to crawl under the nearest rock and die, but the doctor just smiled as if this happened to him all the time. He slid the thermometer in a bit further and held it there. I counted the seconds as they ticked by on the colorful clock. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled it out. “Mm, very gut,” he said, nodding his approval at what he saw on the thermometer. “Okay, little one, ve shall haff a close look at ze problem now, und collect a few samples. Now, let’s see,” he wiggled his fingers and bent over his trays looking like a kid in a candy store. I craned my neck to see what he might be doing, but Tank gently pushed my head back down, and told me to relax. The doctor grabbed a short tube with two floppy balloon looking things near the end and attached it to the enema hose. He began to lube it up, and alarm bells rang in my head. Tank quickly blocked my view and dangled Theodore above my head to distract me. “Hey there, kiddo! Look up here! It’s your old pal Theo!” I then heard Billy’s voice whispering in my ear. “You’ll be fine. You will remain relaxed and still. You will not feel pain or discomfort. You can allow any pain or discomfort to float away.” The two of them worked together to keep me distracted while the doctor did his work down below. I felt something pushing at my entrance again, and I gasped as it slipped in. It was a strange sensation, but even stranger when I heard a pumping noise and things began to tighten up. I grunted and winced at the unfamiliar sensations, but true to their word, any pain I felt was brief and fleeting. Then I heard a click and felt a warm sensation in my bowels. After a few seconds I began to shift and squirm as I felt an uncomfortable pressure. The water must have been going up inside me. A hand massaged my belly, and the pressure lessened. I began to relax, with only occasional cramps passing, and eventually the doctor unhooked the bag, leaving the inflated nozzle in place. The two boys petted me and praised me for doing so well. “Ah, zat vasn’t so bad, now vas it, little one?” I looked to the doctor and shook my head. “You are very lucky, young one. It’s not often little ones come in here with two caretakers by their side!” Lucky? If only he knew. Babied by Billy Ch. 8 (2020).pdf

I found this on reddit and it was a good explanation and gave some great tips. I have done it but didn't use 7 bananas A few days ago, I took the plunge and bought some bananas. I was nervous, but excited. I grabbed a jar of coconut oil and headed for the shower. Now, I'm here to share what I learned trying this trick. Everything I share here is from the perspective of a cis-female who has been scared to do real messing for vaginal-health reasons. For the uninformed, the "Banana Trick" is one of two things. Sticking mashed up banana in your diaper to simulate wearing a messy diaper. Sticking pieces of banana up your butt to simulate messing a diaper. I did the latter. Here's what I learned: Start small. I remembered someone saying to start with SEVEN bananas the first time. By the third, I was bursting. I couldn't imagine trying to stuff four more on top of that. Firm bananas really are best for this. Mine were yellow with a bit of green still at the stems, and they were just right for what I was doing. It's a very messy process. Be sure to do it somewhere where clean-up will be easy. I got mashed banana all over both hands and all over the shower. Surprisingly, you don't really need lube. I lubed up my first banana, which turned completely to mush and didn't go in right. But the slippery smashed banana worked as its own lube after that. Break your bananas in half. They're much easier to get in than whole bananas. The first banana will probably just completely turn to mush against your butt. Push in as much of the smaller lumps as you can with your fingers/hands and then move on to the second half. It should be much easier for subsequent halves. Use your palm or the base of multiple fingers to gently push the banana in. If you use your fingertips, you'll only make a mess. Still fun, but not quite what we're going for. This is another reason why you ought to break the banana in half. The flat base will make it easier to insert. Have a fresh diaper ready and handy. You're going to want to get into it quick. As long as you've voided your bowels semi-recently, nothing but banana should come out. For cis-females, yeast infections are a non-issue. I was concerned about the sugary banana getting inside me and causing issues. However, I sat in my messy diaper for ~40 minutes, squishing it around, sitting on it, and even playing with my magic wand before showering, and three days later can report no issues. All-in-all, it was a ton of fun! I may go grab some more bananas from the fridge while I wait for responses here. I'd definitely recommend it to anyone who's been curious about messing, but is worried about smell, dealing with poop, or vaginal-health.

Please don’t give up on this story can’t wait to read more keep up the good work

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 --- Revelations abound as Michael settles into the new routine and discovers he may have to put up with Alyssa for a while yet. --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to TWENTY-NINE EXCLUSIVE stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Michael had a fitful nap where he kept drifting off and then jumping himself back to reality. He just couldn’t get used to all of the new things around him. The room looked different, the diaper constantly rubbing against him made it impossible to forget and the bars of the crib towered over him oppressively. It was impossible to relax in such an atmosphere. When the door to the nursery opened Michael quickly sat up. He looked to the doorway and was very disappointed to see Alyssa walk in. He despaired of the female wrestler and was starting to wonder if she was ever going to go home. He was covered up by his blanket as Alyssa walked straight over to the side of the baby bed. “Did you have a nice rest?” Alyssa asked in syrupy baby talk. “No.” Michael replied in his deadpan voice. Alyssa reached through the bars and under the blanket. Michael couldn’t avoid her probing hand as he couldn’t scoot out of range. He felt the woman’s palm press against the bottom of his diaper as she probed for wetness. “Still dry.” Alyssa sounded almost disappointed, “Oh well, it won’t last.” Michael sighed in relief as the hand was withdrawn. Alyssa deliberately placed her foot be the bottom corner of the crib and pressed down. The side of the crib rattled down and hit the floor with a thump. Michael threw the cover off himself and gratefully dropped to the floor, he stretched his legs gratefully, even though the crib wasn’t that cramped he had felt very claustrophobic in there. “Let’s see what you have to wear for the afternoon.” Alyssa said as she walked over to the closet. As the door opened Michael could see all manner of outfits hanging up and he marvelled at how much money Alyssa must’ve spent on everything. He tried to ignore the feeling in his bladder as he waited for Alyssa. “This looks adorable!” Alyssa finally exclaimed as she unhooked an outfit and brought it out into the room. Michael felt himself instantly flush red as he watched Alyssa bringing over a navy blue onesie with a stitched anchor over the breast. Hanging from the coat hanger was also a sailor’s hat which was white with the same navy blue trimmings. It looked like a baby’s Halloween costume that had been somehow expanded for an adult. “Can’t I just wear normal clothes?” Michael asked. He knew he sounded like he was whining but he couldn’t stop himself. “Of course not.” Alyssa responded as she put the clothes on the edge of the crib and started removing them from the hanger, “A deal’s a deal.” Michael cringed but didn’t dare offer any more resistance. He lifted his arms over his head as Alyssa pulled down the onesie. The material felt very thin and it clung to his body as it was pulled down. When Alyssa knelt between Michael’s legs to snap the front and back together the male was unable to hold himself back any longer. Michael felt his bladder relaxing with remarkable ease and a flood of hot urine started to pour forwards and out of his body. He felt a little twitch in his penis before the pee burst out of him and into the front of the diaper. He prayed that Alyssa didn’t notice as he wet himself whilst being dressed. Alyssa was pushing the poppers together when she suddenly felt the outer plastic of the diaper warm up. She paused what she was doing and looked at the white padding, a darker spot appeared and quickly began to spread. “Don’t think you’re getting a change just yet, mister.” Alyssa laughed. If it was possible to die of shame Michael was sure he would’ve done it there and then. The worst part was that he couldn’t stop pissing himself until his bladder was finally empty. Even after he had stopped he could feel the wetness creeping around him, a constant reminder of what he had done. Once the onesie was put on and the hat rested on his head Michael was taken downstairs. He glanced into the living room as he was led past and was surprised to see all the boxes had disappeared. The women had clearly been very busy whilst he had been laying down. Michael could feel the onesie pulling the diaper up closer to his body. The warmth of his recent accident felt even more humiliating and intense as it was held against his body like a warm sponge. The plastic crinkled with each step and even as Michael tried to stop himself waddling he felt the padding expand as it sucked in the remaining moisture. “Ah, just in time for lunch!” Sophie was dishing out some food as Michael came in but he barely heard a word she said. In front of the table where Michael’s chair usually sat the highchair that he had built earlier was peering over the table like an obelisk. Seeing it in his usual place brought home the reality that he was going to be expected to use it. Indeed, Alyssa led Michael forwards to the elevated seat and indicated that he should climb in. Michael looked to his wife but she was still sorting out lunch. Michael stepped up and felt Alyssa pat his padded rear a couple of times before he could turn and sit down. The diaper had many disadvantages but at least it cushioned his butt against the hard wood of the baby chair. “Doesn’t he just look like the sweetest little thing?” Alyssa said as she sat down. “Yeah, I should’ve put him back in diapers years ago.” Sophie giggled as she looked around. Michael was worried about how well his wife was taking all this. Michael scowled in his chair as Alyssa slid the tray across and locked it in front of him. He would’ve normally complained long and loud about this situation but it just didn’t seem worth it. The contract was ironclad and he definitely did not want to be punished again. As lunch was set out on the table Michael waited for his share. His cut up sandwiches and fruit pieces were placed on a plastic baby blue plate whilst his drink of milk was given to him in a bottle. Unlike the morning where he had tried to avoid the bottle for as long as possible Michael picked it up straight away and started drinking. Whilst everyone ate their lunch quietly Michael was aware that Sophie and Alyssa kept exchanging little glances and smiles. Eventually he because sure that something was up, a suspicion that was confirmed when Sophie sat back in her chair and took a sip of her coffee. She looked over to Michael and the diapered man suddenly realised that she wasn’t looking at him the same way anymore. Rather than the big strong man she used to fawn over she was looking at him like something that deserved her pity. It angered Michael and his impotence in being unable to respond only frustrated him more. “Michael, there’s something that me and Alyssa have decided on and we feel it’s time you should know.” Sophie said as she placed her mug on the table. Michael didn’t like the sound of this but he knew they weren’t asking for his opinion. He waved his hand in the air impatiently when Sophie hesitated for a few seconds. “We’ve decided it would be best for Alyssa to move in with us.” Sophie continued after a small pause. “What!?” Michael’s eyes bulged almost as much as his diaper did. “She needs to make sure the terms of the contract are kept…” Sophie continued though she suddenly looked quite evasive. “She can’t stay here!” Michael was desperate. It felt like his sanctuary walls were crumbling, “Please, Sophie, she-” “This is what I mean.” Alyssa looked at Sophie with a wicked smile, “If I’m not here who will remind him that he is supposed to call you “mommy” now?” “There’s… there’s nowhere for her to stay!” Michael tried to appeal to his wife’s reason, “We don’t need her here. I can be good and follow the contract!” “She’ll be staying in the master bedroom.” Sophie said. Her cheeks were blushing a rosy pink. “But… Where will you be?” Michael asked Sophie with a dawning realisation. “She’ll be in there with me!” Alyssa exclaimed. She had clearly lost patience with Michael and Sophie. It started to feel like she was going to have to spell everything out. “But…” Michael’s head was spinning as he tried to comprehend what he was hearing. “I’m sorry Michael.” Sophie said, “Alyssa is showing me a whole new world.” Michael was flabbergasted. It was only last night that he had gone to sleep next to his wife feeling fully confident everything was going to be fine. Now he was sitting in a wet diaper in a highchair listening to Sophie announce she was going to sleep with Alyssa! “You can’t!” Michael’s eyes were filling with tears and his voice wavered with emotion. “You don’t think I know all about those affairs you’ve had!?” Sophie suddenly exploded, “One after the other… I put up with it because the lifestyle was too good to lose. The money, the fame, the parties… It was worth putting up with your extracurricular activities. Now that I’ve met Alyssa I’ve realised I don’t need to put up with it anymore.” “But she’s a girl!” Michael felt tears starting to roll down his cheeks. Alyssa had taken his dignity and now it seemed like she was taking his wife. In less than a day Michael’s whole world had crumbled. “She’s a woman. Welcome to the twenty-first century!” Sophie corrected Michael, “Unlike you who are a little boy. I’ve always been bisexual, you knew that going in. I remember you telling me it would be “hot” for me to get it on with another woman. Such a male way of thinking, using your little head instead of the big one.” Michael couldn’t stop from sobbing in his highchair like a baby. This must be a nightmare, there’s no way reality could be this cruel to him. Everything Sophie had said was true. Michael had been with more women than he could count since meeting Sophie and she had told him of her bisexual tendencies way back when they first met. Michael had always thought it was hot to imagine his wife with another woman but never in his wildest dreams did he think it would be in these circumstances. “Don’t worry though. You can stay with us.” Sophie said with a smile, “I guess you’ll just have two mommies!” Michael’s frustration and anger suddenly boiled over. Alyssa’s smug face became something that he hated more than anything on Earth, she represented all that was wrong in his mind. He raised a shaking arm from his side and grabbed the now empty plate on his highchair tray. He reared it back and then threw it as hard as he could towards the female wrestler sitting only a couple of feet away. Maybe Alyssa was expecting it or maybe she just had lightning fast reactions thanks to her athleticism but almost as soon as the plate left Michael’s hand she ducked out of the way. The plate sailed over her head and hit the wall above the oven, it made a loud noise but bounced harmlessly to the floor. Michael reached for his bottle determined to hurt the woman who was hurting him but Alyssa grabbed his wrist as quick as a flash. She effortlessly moved across and moved the highchair tray out of the way. She grabbed Michael and lifted him into the air with his arms pinned to his side. It was with relative ease that she started carrying him out of the kitchen. “Let me go!” Michael yelled as he tried to kick Alyssa, “Bitch!” Michael was manhandled up to his bedroom with Sophie following behind looking shocked. Alyssa threw him down on to the ground and before he could get up she had his head in a chin lock. She had one of her arms wrapped around Michael’s head and she squeezed hard causing the diapered man to yelp. “This is happening whether you want it to or not.” Alyssa hissed in Michael’s ear, “Are you going to be a good boy?” Michael could barely breathe as he felt the arms around his head and neck tightening. Just like the previous night in the ring Michael was being made to submit by a woman. He tried to pull her arms away but she wouldn’t be budged. He was quickly reduced to gasping for breath. “Are. You. Going. To. Be. A. Good. Boy?” Alyssa repeated. Every word was punctuated by a squeeze of her well defined arms. “Yes…” Michael gasped. Michael felt like he was on the verge of passing out when Alyssa finally released her powerful grip. She stood up and let Michael recover, when he turned to look at the woman who had so easily manhandled him he saw her pointing at the crib. Michael felt his neck with his hand and coughed a couple of times but the fight had been taken out of him. He climbed tearfully on to the mattress. Sophie stepped forwards looking a little flustered. She raised the bars of the crib until it clicked into place. Alyssa walked over and put her arm around Sophie as Michael clutched the bars in front of him. “Have a nice little nap.” Sophie suggested with a flash of a smile, “You’ll feel better after some shut eye.” Michael watched as the two women walked away towards the door. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing with his wife cuddling up to the female wrestler. Alyssa stopped just before exiting the room. “Oh, if you take that onesie or diaper off before we come back you’re going to regret it.” Alyssa said with a smile. She closed the door behind her as she left. Michael was left in silence and he slumped back on to his diapered butt. The wet padding between his legs had cooled dramatically and was getting a little uncomfortable. He leaned against the bars at the back of his crib and let a shuddering sigh. He laid himself down on his side and hoped that when he woke up everything would be better.

I'm pretty stable and clean living in my diet as I have certain things I have to avoid already for other problems but I shall mention it next time I'm meeting my Doc. Plus this has seemed more consistent than if I'd consumed something that hadn't agreed with me. But you never know, and things that I've eaten have suddenly become trigger foods for me in the past (but never affected my bladder before) ? I've been pretty good overnight so far and it's definitely worse during the day, 5-6 times a night would kill me! I guess you probably don't have to wake much if you do it most nights but I don't think I'd get much sleep. ? Hope you've got yourself checked though and it's just how your bladder is now. I'm still leaning towards stress as the main culprit but we'll see what the doc says and take it from there I guess? Hopefully I'm just a bit mad (?) just now and if I can't solve that one speedily then a term in nappies to help cope with it isn't the worst outcome for me. I just hope it doesn't take the fun out of nappies for me and become a chore or a burden. This is my longest stint of 24/7 and so far I've been pretty cool with it but we shall see where it goes! ?

I saw that and I really appreciate your support! Expect the next part near the end of the month. I'm currently writing a few other Patreon only stories that will be posted on here sooner or later.

I too am opposed to people purposely showing off their diapers in public places for their own jollies where other people and children can easily see them! Face it, there are people, including some members here that get their jollies by being out among the public and purposely showing their diapers. One example years ago was a member who liked to wear just his diaper on public beaches with the argument that a diaper covers a lot more than a bikini. Another more recent member who was quickly banned would go to public restrooms in stores, remove his clothes, take his diaper half off, sit on the changing counter and wait for whoever came in to use the restroom, including kids, and then have conversations with them about his diapers. Those examples are 100% wrong because you are in public places open to anyone including children seeing you in your diapers. In this case, I have to lean towards the majority here. He is in his own yard and it looks like he has some vines on his fence and other things in his yard making it just a small area where he could be viewed behind his fence. It was a very short video and for all I know, he was not out to purposely flaunt himself to others but maybe to go get the paper or step out for some quick reason. It's possible he is incontinent, needs to wear diapers, just got out of bed because he had to let the dog out. Probably not because he had a pacifier and a printed diaper, but he was still on his property and it seemed he was not overtly jumping around trying to draw attention to himself. We really don't know and yes, he was visible and someone may have noticed and pulled out their cell phone to take a quick video. Maybe the guy passing by is the offender by taking that video of a guy on his own property and posting it on YouTube.

I can only apologize. Work is quite hectic, with quarantine I am doing the job of 8 people alone right now rofl. And while I’ve been anxious to continue, I don’t want to rush the story just to get an update out. But I promise it hasn’t died!

I was slowly becoming incontinent. My continence nurse had given me various bladder control excersises to do. They didn't work and it was just so hard to stay dry so as I was already wearing nappies at night as I was wetting the bed most nights. I just started wearing them during the day and gave up trying to stay dry. Life is just esier. Now I am more or less completely urinary incontinent but honestly I no longer worry about it and just rely on nappies. I have no regrets at all.

Hi there folks! A writing wind is upon me, and I am taking full advantage of it! I am so happy to be able to bring you the newest chapter of Youth Center! Youth Center (Chapter 2) by Panther Cub Jessica yawned and stretched as she slowly came to. There was a big smile on the grey bunny's face, as she had been having such a nice dream. She couldn't recall the details of it, but she didn't care too much. She felt so well-rested, she only vaguely was aware of the light knocking coming from the door to her room. Kicking off the covers, a still semi-sleepy Jessica walked with a waddle to the door. She had forgotten the night before and what she was wearing and had yet to notice it... or the fact that it was VERY wet... Rubbing her eyes still, Jessica opened the door, to see the smiling face of Mrs. Clawto standing there, now wearing a light green t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Jessica was just standing there in her white shirt and well used Sleeptights. "Good Morning, sweetie," Mrs. Clawto cheerfully chirped as she entered, Jessica closing the door behind herself. Jessica, now remembering where she was picked right back up her grumpy attitude from yesterday. "Did you sleep well?" "Yeah," Jessica mumbled, looking away, "what time is it?" "Almost nine in the morning! We have got ourselves quite the busy day today, so much to learn and experience." Jessica rolled her eyes at the large tigress' general sunny disposition. "And we need to get you all cleaned up and ready to go!" "Cleaned up? I mean, yeah, I gotta run a brush through my fur but..." Jessica trailed off as she followed Mrs. Clawto's gaze to her own soaked padding, which was drooping a little off her hips. "Wh-what?" Jessica's voice was a whisper. "Oh dear. Well, at least we took the proper precaution and protected the mattress. Don't worry, honey-bunny, I promise that you're not in trouble. We handled your little nighttime problem just fine." Mrs. Clawto said, slipping a comforting arm around Jessica's back and start rubbing with her massive paw. Jessica felt humiliated, standing there in what was essentially a wet diaper, her cheeks burning beneath her fur. She could feel a slight prickle of tears, but stifled it all and blinked them away. "I don't normally wet the bed... I don't know why I started recently..." she offered, albeit lamely. "Well, children often have bedwetting problems due to stress and anxiety. And being in a new place like this surely mustn't have been easy. But don't worry, I'm here, and you're safe." The words she was saying did little to console the embarrassed and confused teenaged bunny. Jessica then elected to take a quick shower, and excused herself to her bathroom. While Jessica was presumably stripping off her diaper and stuffing it into the wastebasket in the bathroom, Mrs. Clawto went about picking out an outfit for Jessica to wear today. She looked at the painting near the bed and smiled. Out of the closet she spotted a cute yellow sundress similar to the one in the picture. She also went to the underwear drawers, spotting the other Sleeptights she had loaded in there the night before, and selected a pair of plain white panties and a matching bra. During all of this, she had been humming, and listening to Jessica getting into the shower, having heard a shocked squeak from the bunny girl who had gotten in without waiting for the water to warm up first. Jessica, for her part, and scrubbed down the parts of herself that had been encased in the diaper, before doing a quick once-over with herself with her shampoo. Rinsing off and stepping out, she wrapped one of the big fluffy white towels around herself and started to dry off. Knowing that they were on a schedule, she didn't bother with the furdryer. Mrs. Clawto chuckled at the sight of the slightly damp, but now floofy bunny girl who stalked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. Jessica frowned and grumbled, but otherwise bit her tongue. "Here you are!" Mrs. Clawto said melodiously while presenting Jessica with the folded up dress and underwear. "Th-thanks," Jessica said with a blush, snatching the items in question and rushing back into the bathroom. She exited shortly afterwards wearing the yellow sundress, still blushing. "I'm so proud of you!" the tigress said, pulling the still-flustered bunny into a hug. "F-for what?" Jessica asked after extricating herself from the embrace. "For getting yourself ready so quickly!" Jessica grumbled some more as she followed the cheerful tigress out into the hall. They stopped to make sure the door to the room locked, and then continued towards the elevators. They passed by various doors, with other adults apparently helping and encouraging the teens that they're overseeing to get ready. Jessica spied through a mostly open door a fox man in a tie-dye shirt and jeans pulling a shirt down over an annoyed-looking grey wolf boy's head. "Uh," Jessica started, "do all of the workers here... assist in helping the teens put on clothes?" "Many little ones need lots of help in that department, so for many it's more or less become second nature to help any of the children under our watch," Mrs. Clawto said. "Uh-huh... because, I could have picked out my own outfit today..." "And I'm sure that it would have been just as adorable," the tigress spoke as she smiled down at the girl, rubbing her head. Jessica wasn't sure of why, but she was certain that there was a tone of finality there. Normally, she would've confronted Mrs. Clawto about making it a point to dress herself unsupervised... but she held back from doing just that. Letting out a yawn, she was still a little groggy from waking up recently, and subsequently decided not to say anything. They and several other pairs arrived at the elevators, with the adults greeting each other. As Jessica and Mrs. Clawto got on an elevator and the doors started to slide closed, Jessica thought she saw the fox from earlier leading the wolf boy by the paw... but she shook her head. Instead she decided that she had probably seen an optical illusion. "Now the rest of your new friends have arrived today, and you'll all be going to orientation," Mrs. Clawto said as they rode the elevator down to the first floor. "Orientation?" "Just an introduction of what will be expected of you during your time here with us, a rough outline of what your duties will be, how you'll need to conduct yourselves, that sort of thing." Jessica rolled her eyes at that. "Sounds thrilling," she snarked. Mrs. Clawto laughed at that. "I know that it sounds boring, but I promise that you are going to be having so much fun here, that you'll want to stay," Mrs. Clawto said, ignoring Jessica's snort of derision, "in fact, if by the end of your time you'd like to enroll here, that could be arranged as well." "Enroll here? At a daycare? No thanks." "Silly, don't you remember how yesterday Happy Cubs was expanding into other scholastic areas?" Jessica wracked her brain for a moment and then remembered how the tigress had said something about high schoolers. "Uh, thanks but no thanks," the bunny said as the doors dinged and slid open, "I think I'll stick with my current high school." Mrs. Clawto simply giggled and started to guide Jessica down the halls. Once more, Jessica could hear the happy chatter of children, and even saw a couple of squirrel boys laughing as they ran out of a door. If Jessica had to guess, they looked to be twins, around the age of 8. Their fur was both brown, and they were wearing matching blue t-shirts and khaki shorts. "Tom, Tim," the tigress sweetly said, still smiling, "remember, no running in the halls." Both boys stopped and looked chastened. "We're sorry, Missus Clawto," said the one on the left. "We forgot," said the one on the right. The tigress sighed and shook her head, not once seeming upset. "It's alright you two. Now, better get back to Mr. Teller, before he comes looking for you two and gets himself lost again." They two boys giggled at that and, while walking, scurried off around the corner. "Those two can be rather rambunctious," Mrs. Clawto said to Jessica as they resumed walking, a pair of double doors coming up at the end of the hall, "but they really are sweet boys. I'm sure that you and them will get along just fine." Jessica held her tongue again and simply internally shivered. The idea of dealing with kids was bad enough, but a pair as hyper as those two seemed to her? She briefly envisioned herself pulling her ears out and sighed. Better than having to be involved in diaper changes, she thought to herself as Mrs. Clawto held one of the doors open for her. Jessica thanked her and entered, blushing again at being praised for being so polite, and then stopped. They were in an auditorium with a very large stage set up, with red velvety curtains. Foldable cushioned chairs like those at a movie theater were assembled around facing the stage, and most of them seemed to be filled with teens. "There's gotta be at least a hundred of us!" she quietly exclaimed, her ears perked right up in surprise. They swiveled in the direction of the larger female who was quietly chuckling. "This is a big facility and we have a LOT of little ones," she said, rubbing Jessica's head in between her ears. "But please don't worry, that won't mean that I will be too busy to make you my special girl. Now, go find a seat, and the orientation will begin as soon as the rest have arrived." As she said this, more teens and their chaperones were entering from the doors behind them as well as several other doors. It wasn't going to be much longer before everyone had arrived. Jessica did as she was instructed, having been waved down by Alyssa... who had been using both arms to get Jessica's attention. She was certain that the black catgirl would have used sparklers and an airhorn if she had had them available. "Hi Jessica!" she said, bouncing in her seat a little. "Hey, Alyssa," Jessica said, smiling a little at the energetic feline. "So did you wet the bed too?" Alyssa asked, startling Jessica and making her reflexively hush the girl. "Who told you that?!" she quietly demanded, her eyes searching for Mrs. Clawto, spotting her walking up some steps onto the stage, chatting up with a large bear man. "No one. It's just that I was talking to some of the other kids here, and I mentioned waking up wet, and they admitted to doing so as well." "Wait... what?" Jessica asked, briefly wondering if Alyssa was one of those people who have a tendency to overshare, before wondering how many of the other teens here have been having bedwetting problems. "Yeah, at least five boys and two other girls admitted to it, and I think those that didn't weren't being truthful, at least based on how defensive they seemed," Alyssa continued to explain. Jessica then noticed that she was wearing a pair of blue overalls with a red shirt on underneath. "W-well... I didn't, so... yeah, I j-just thought that there was a rumor going around because of how you phrased that." Jessica tried to play it off cool, but Alyssa was looking at her with a cheeky grin. "Suuuuuuure. I will say, it was pretty embarrassing having to wear a diaper, but at least I didn't wake up in some wet sheets." Jessica blushed so much that the cat-girl could see and giggled. Jessica then stopped and thought about it. "Wait, you mean to tell me that we... I mean, you and all the other kids you talked to, wet the bed last night?" she asked, to which Alyssa giggled and nodded along. "Doesn't that seem a little od--" Jessica started to ask before she was cut off by Mrs. Clawto's voice over the speakers as she took center stage, holding a mic. "Hello everyone!" she said, her voice full of energy and pep. "Let me be the first to say welcome to Happy Cubs Youth Center! I'm Mrs. Diane Clawto," and as she spoke, Jessica could swear that she was making eye contact with her, "and I am just so thrilled to have you here! Now, as most of you know, you're here to work on certain negative behavioral traits in a constructive and nurturing environment. But I promise you, we will help guide your true selves, and try to make sure that you have a lot of fun and make so many new friends along the way. Now, I will hand things off to Mr. Growlster, who will give you a more in-depth description of what you can expect here at Happy Cubs, and what we will expect from you all." Mrs. Clawto then handed the microphone to a very large and muscular reindeer, much to a lot of students' surprise, what with a name like Growlster. Jessica had completely lost her train of thought, and instead boredly sat in her seat and half-listened as the reindeer explained mostly what Mrs. Clawto had covered with her yesterday. There were some groans from the assembled students about having to help out with the children, but most kept it to a minimum. Most seemed appeased by the perks that were laid out, including the description of the break room and the mentioning of the pool. Next to come up was a hyena woman who introduced herself as Ms. Dartigan, and she started to go over the rules. No swearing, no fighting, how bullying would not be tolerated and so on. Soon enough, the different adults started to herd the teens up out of their seats and off to different parts of the facility, all in different groups. Since Jessica was part of the few that had arrived the day before, she was grouped with Alyssa, the pink lizard girl, and a few others she vaguely remembered seeing yesterday. "I was thinking that we could get you all some breakfast in your tummies and then see about visiting the breakroom for a little bit?" Mrs. Clawto said, suddenly right next to Jessica. The bunny jumped and looked around, noticing something odd. "Uhm... Mrs. Clawto?" she asked, confused. "Yes, honey-bunny?" the tigress said, making Jessica wince, especially when a nearby cheetah boy started to chuckle at the pet name. "There seem to be a... lot of adult chaperones... like, one for each teenager..." she let the question just hang there in the air. "Ah, that's because we like to give each of our children in your program one on one attention," the tigress said just before wrapping her arms around the bunny, who let out another surprised squeak, and hugged her. "This way, you won't have to worry about feeling ignored or left out." "D-does that mean that you're going to be constantly looking over my shoulder here?" she asked, blushing some more. "Nope! Once you get all settled in, you'll be trusted to find your own way. Think of me as more of a helpful auntie, whom you can come to for any reason. And of course, I'll be checking up on you regularly, especially first thing in the morning, and when it's time to help you get ready for beddie-bye." Jessica felt that her face must be scarlet as she blushed. "W-will I really have to keep wearing those things," she leaned back to whisper. "Yes, but don't worry, you're not alone. Besides, if you can go seven days in a row without an accident, you can try sleeping without them." Another head pat and Jessica was essentially shut up for the time being. They soon entered the cafeteria, and the smells of breakfast set so many sets of mouths watering. They were herded into a single-file line, and allowed to have at the buffet-style layout. Jessica loaded her plate up with another fruit salad, but couldn't avoid the call of the still-sizzling turkey bacon, nor the scrambled eggs. She sat down, with Alyssa on her left, and started in on her breakfast, taking note of the adults once more at their own table, conferring and laughing. "With a spread like this, I'm gunna get so fat!" Alyssa said, digging into an omelette she had selected. "For someone as hyper as you, I'd imagine that that'd be very hard to do," Jessica said, only half-sarcastically as she observed the black cat bouncing in her seat. "Hehe, true enough," she said, "still though, this place is already so awesome! And we get to work with a bunch of cute little kids!" she said, ecstatic. "You actually want to work with a bunch of snot-nosed brats?" Jessica asked in disbelief. "Uh-huh," Alyssa said, nodding vigorously, some omelette on her chin that she seemed unaware of, "I love kids! They're just so cute and sweet!" She's practically a child herself, Jessica thought. "Well, that's cool for you I guess. I'm not particularly looking forward to that part of the job myself. All the screaming and crying and the diapers." "Awww, the really little ones are the cutest of all. Besides, diapers aren't such a big deal. I've babysat a few times. Once you get over the first couple, it's easy sailing." Aylssa mentioning working before coming here sparked another thought in Jessica's mind. "Hey, Alyssa?" she asked, looking over to see that the cat-girl still hadn't noticed the egg on her chin, and stifled a giggle. "Yeah?" "What'd you do that made your parents send you here?" Alyssa got quiet for a moment and looked down at her paws. "I g-got caught... taking some things... that didn't belong to me..." the girl explained, her voice filled with guilt. "So, shoplifting?" Jessica asked, now intrigued. "Well... yeah. Mostly food and stuff like that... my family doesn't have a lot of money so... sometimes food's a little scarce. After I got caught, we were all surprised when I was offered a deal to come here instead of juvie. My mom and dad were a little worried about how much a place like this would cost us, but we were told that it would be free. Well, and then the representative talked to my parents some more privately, but when all was said and done, I ended up on my way here. And this is practically my dream job!" she at first had been forlorn, but was now sitting and purring. Jessica was shocked that a girl like Alyssa would steal anything, but then shrugged it off. "What about you, Jessie?" Alyssa then asked, making the bunny look over at her curious yellow eyes before she looked back away. "There was a girl in a certain clique. I had my own, and we used to be friends. But then, she would always start up some drama or other with me. One day, she went too far, so I decided to get even with her. I got caught spray-painting that she... uhm... got around alot, on her house. It really wasn't that big of a deal, but now here I am." "Hmmm," Alyssa took that in. "YAY!" she said, starling Jessica by leaning over and glomping her in a hug. "I say that that was fate deciding that we would meet each other here so we could become besties!" She was purring as she said this, and Jessica squirmed and tried to escape the hug, except that her arms were pinned. This is gunna be a looooooong summer, Jessica thought as she gave up trying to escape Alyssa's purring, vice-like clutches. I certainly hope that you enjoyed the newest chapter as much as I did writing it! Please consider leaving a comment or review!

@Kittytrain It's possible this is just due to stress. If there isn't anything medically wrong, try doing something to de-stress each day and see if it helps.

When I was a child I never knew I was wet until I woke up. Outside of daily beatings my mother deprived me of water all the time. She mistakenly thought no water would keep me from wetting my bed. But all she did was created a lifetime bed wetter. Now I have a neurological problem that contributes to it too. My mother mentioned my wet bed I left there when I left home at 21 years of age constantly when she saw me. After I moved away I thought it was strange that people were drinking water with their meals. It took me a long time to grasp the idea too. But hey I used to hate wetting the bed but I like it now just as well like it's gonna happen anyway lol. Mom died about 15 years ago.

Looks like its his yard, and he's not hurting anyone. Eh.

I'm slightly late for my weekly update on account of work. This update I wanted to reflect on my achievements, where I've come from, and where I'm at now. Back in May 2020, prior to this thread, I purchased my first pack of nappies in many years after feeling the urge stronger than before. Over the following month, I began to come to terms with my diaper lover, accepting that this was never going away, that my only choice was forward. With a deep desire to wear 24/7, I began to contemplate what a fully padded life might look like, seeking information and stories here and elsewhere, culminating in this thread. Since June, I have changed so many things. I have: Spent so much money Connected with several people in the ABDL space Moved to a more appropriate (private) place where I can wear nappies in peace Changed my wardrobe to accommodate some bulk throughout the year. Bought and used so many different types of nappies, cloth and disposable. Become a bedwetter. Discovered and accepted my little, nurtured with paci's, bottles, cute clothes and more. Started discussions with my doctor for genuine incontinence (with no intent on treating it) Started investigations for other medical problems potentially impacted by incontinence. In 4 short months, this is nothing short of a whirlwind and I do feel accomplished. It also reflects the internal urgency to live authentically, to be nappy dependent. In this regard, my course hasn't changed. I'm forging ahead to become 24/7 and nappy dependent with appropriate caution to protect my livelihood and means to fund my nappy-clad life. Today, I'm padded in some form or other 24/7, although I only use outside of work for now. I also want to acknowledge this place and other communities in the ABDL space. They have been instrumental resources in achieving the above, and I could not have done it alone. Of all of my achievements, I'm so thankful to be a bedwetter. Waking to a wet and warm nappy is the best feeling I've ever known. I want to wake just like this for the rest of my life. I would also like to think that my strategies and experiences can help others to achieve the same. Looking back at the past week, things have more or less continued unabated with some noteworthy news. One diagnostic test did reveal a likely cause for my genuine daytime urinary incontinence that I've experienced at times. Unfortunately surgical intervention is probably required, although I've yet to have those discussions. Without going into detail, in the case surgery is required, incontinence is a possible complication. I've been considering using this as an opportunity, but really need more information before I can make decisions and plans. An interesting couple of months ahead I suspect.

And any time this comes up on r/ABDL, the transphobes come out in droves to say a bunch of transpobic stuff. r/GirlsInDiapers ls is a garbage subreddit full of garbage people.

So I finally saw your legendary legs elle and I must say mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..............Spiderman like................want to touchie touchie.

Chapter 3: A New Beginning Present time Telling my entire story to my therapist, Miss Amanda, took five sessions. But I told it to her. Every last detail, no matter how awful or painful it was to dredge back up. I hadn't expected the process to take as long as it did, but every incident I told her about brought up another two that I had long suppressed in the back of my mind. Miss Amanda hadn't talked much and had instead let me tell my stories with minimal interruption. Cathartic wasn't the right word to describe how I was feeling, but there was a relief to being able to verbalize every fucked-up thing that had happened to me and move past it. The three-hour sessions had taken place once a day, and a couple of days had passed since the last one without any update from her. The attorney that they had assigned to me had said it could take a few days for any decision to be made, but that it was almost certain that Amanda's report would get the judge to agree for me to be released from the hospital. The attorney had remained coy about what exactly that meant. I assumed it would be foster care, or maybe some sort of group home. My parents had fallen out with basically all of their relatives over the years, for one reason or another, so I didn't think they would have any desire to take me in. Especially since they are all more than aware of my incontinence. I had spent most of the day lying in the hospital bed and watching TV. There just wasn't much for me to do now that I had finished the therapy sessions as well as the education assessments they had assigned to me. It had been years since I had last made a concerted effort to get toilet trained. I had completely given up on the idea and had resigned myself to the fact that I'd need diapers for the rest of my life. But now that my recovery was complete, the doctors had said that they thought there might be some ways to treat my incontinence. I remained skeptical about the idea of Kegel exercises they were having me do. If it was this easy to finally get control of my bladder, why had no one ever told me to do them before? They also had me on a couple of medications. The names were hard to pronounce, but one of them was apparently supposed to make my eliminations smell less. My incontinence problems only extend to my bladder, not that I hadn't had more than my fair share of messy diapers. But those were almost always a result of circumstances beyond my control, like not being able to -- or not being allowed to -- get to a toilet in time. I'd switched to wearing pull-ups the last couple of days with some success. I had at least managed to make it to the toilet on a couple of occasions. The nurse said it was a sign of the medications and exercises working, but to me, it felt like being in an environment where I had the freedom to go to the toilet whenever I needed to and wasn't judged or shamed for having any accidents made a huge difference. "Annabelle, you've got visitors," the nurse said after peeking into my room. The only visitors I had received were either my attorney or my therapist. This time around it was both of them at once. "Good news Annabelle," the attorney said. "The judge gave you the all-clear this morning. We're going to get you checked out of the hospital." "But where I am going to go when I leave?" "You have an aunt and uncle on your mom's side that you're going to go and live with. They said you might recall meeting them once before," the attorney said. "Normally, we wouldn't release someone to a family that you have barely been around, but, since they have extensive experience with foster children, we felt this would be appropriate." Uncle James and Aunt Lydia. I did remember them. They had been the lone bright spot on what had otherwise been one of the worst days of my life. "I'm going to leave with them today?" "Annabelle, you do get to have a say in things now. If you told me that you were absolutely opposed to going with them, we would try and work something else out." "They... they really do want to have me come live with them?" "They really do. They're at the first-floor waiting room right now." I'd had many difficult choices to make recently. This wasn't one of them. "Yes, I want to go with them." "Are you fine if I go and get them now?" the attorney said. I nodded, and he turned and left the room. I suddenly remembered the last thing they had said to me on the one day we had met. They'd asked if I wanted to come live with them for a while. The question had left me perplexed for a long time. Who wants to take care of a kid who can't be toilet trained? Maybe want is too strong of a term to use, but it seemed like they were at least willing to tolerate my incontinence. I fidgeted in the bed as the seconds ticked by. Hope. That's what I'm feeling right now. That's what I'm trying so hard not to feel right now. It's a feeling that's let me down almost every time I've experienced it until I let myself become jaded so as to avoid any crushing disappointment. I knew, intellectually, that my aunt and uncle were here. Attorneys aren't supposed to lie, or at least, not to their clients. The same goes for therapists and nurses. But emotionally, I wasn't prepared – I didn't know how to prepare – for a moment where my hopes actually, really, came true. But that moment came. The attorney returned to the room a few minutes later, with my aunt and uncle closely trailing behind him. I didn't say a single word. I just leaped up from the bed, sprinted across the hospital room, and flung myself into my aunt's arms so strongly that she nearly fell backward. "Everything is going to be OK now," my aunt said. "Annabelle," the nurse said, trying to get my attention. "It's going to be a several-hour car ride to where your aunt and uncle live, so why don't you gather your things and get ready for the trip? I have a couple of things to go over with them." I nodded. By telling me to get ready I knew she was referencing that I needed to check if my pull-up needed to be changed, and I was grateful she didn't explicitly say that out loud. I pulled the privacy curtain around my bed so I could get changed while the nurse went over some things with my aunt and uncle. I didn't really want to go back to wearing diapers during the day, but given that they said the car ride would be several hours long, the last thing I wanted was to have a leak in their car. That would be a marvelous first impression. The nurse was going over some details of my treatment with my aunt and uncle. I didn't catch much of what she said, but my ears perked up when she brought up my incontinence issues. I suppose that couldn't be avoided, but I was glad I had the curtain between me and them at the moment. When I pulled back the curtain, the nurse was handing my uncle a large, cardboard box. I wondered for a second what was in the box, and then realized that it must be extra diapers, pull-ups, and wipes for me. My aunt and uncle hadn't made a big deal about the diaper last time, but it still wasn't a conversation I was looking forward to having with them. "There's just a few more things we need to go over quick before you leave," the attorney said to me. The attorney gave me a brief rundown of the expectations they had for me. My aunt and uncle were now my legal guardians, so I had to obey like they were my parents. I would need to avoid getting into any further trouble. And, I would need to start going to a regular school. Since spring is nearly over and it doesn't make sense to have me get started this late in the year, I'd need to wait until fall, when I would be starting high school. Until then, I'd have several private tutors who would be working with me to make sure I was ready academically. To be honest. I hadn't thought much about school. Kindergarten had been a first-rate disaster. I had only been able to hide my lack of appropriate toileting skills for three days before a leaky pull-up – my teacher hadn't been taking me to the nurse to get changed as much as she should have – gave the game away. But it wasn't the bullying from my peers or the fact that I was barely learning anything that got mom to pull me from school the next year and begin to homeschool me and my sister. Mom had thrown a massive fit at a reference to evolution in a worksheet I had been sent home with, something that got the blood boiling for my creationist, flat-earther mother. But the school district wasn't going to budge on teaching science, so she decided that she was going to do the schooling for us all by herself. "You have everything you need?" my uncle asked. I nodded and followed him out the door, feeling truly hopeful for the first time in my life. --- About fifteen minutes into the car ride, I finally worked up the courage to ask the question I had been holding in ever since we had gotten in the car. We hadn't spoken since we'd left the hospital. I really didn't know what to say, and they respected my silence. My uncle was driving, but my aunt had taken a seat in the back with me, rather than the passenger seat. "Did you bring a Gameboy?" I asked. "No, but I've got something much better," she replied, reaching into her backpack and pulling out a Nintendo Switch. I hadn't even dared to suspect that I might be given one of these to play with. I held the device gingerly in my hands, so scared that I might break or drop it. Time flew by so quickly on the car trip. I remained engrossed in the game system the entire time. My aunt just watched me play without saying anything, while my uncle surfed between talk radio stations as several ones went in and out of range. We had been in the car for several hours. I hadn't kept track of exactly how long, but it was now dark outside. But now I needed to go. Badly. Had I just needed to pee, it wouldn't have been a big deal. I'd switched to a diaper for the road trip for a reason, and it was already wet. But I need to poop, and I wasn't sure how much longer I would be able to hold it in. After waiting for about ten minutes, I finally told my aunt and uncle about my need to go to the bathroom. "I'm sorry, but there isn't anywhere to stop before we get home," my uncle said. "We'll be there in five minutes." I should have said something sooner. We'd passed a gas station five minutes ago, but I had been too embarrassed – and not desperate enough – to say something at that point. I fought to resist the urge to squirm. With Aunt Lydia seated next to me, it was embarrassing to reveal just how badly I needed to go. But that didn't do me any good. My bowels gave in, and I felt the back of my diaper fill up. Putting on a diaper instead of a pull-up had been a wise decision. Pull-us aren't really meant for doing number two, and the diaper would do a better job of holding in the smell. I took a cautious sniff. I couldn't smell anything, which was a good sign, but as we drove down the bumpy road, I could feel it smearing all over my bottom. "We'll be at the house in a few seconds," my aunt said. "The bathroom is the first door on the hallway to the left." I appreciated how she was trying to help me, but the embarrassment from the messy diaper grew as we pulled into the driveway. I didn't step out of the car when my uncle opened the door for me. "Don't you need to go to the bathroom?" my aunt asked. I buried my head in my hands. "Oh," my aunt said softly, in a tone that suggested that she now realized what had just taken place. "Let's get you inside so you can get cleaned up." Aunt Lydia hugged me once we were out of the car. Both her arms wrapped around me until I was in a firm embrace with one of her hands rubbing my back. "I can help get you cleaned up if you'd like that," she said. Help clean me up? My heart sped up at that though. Mom's idea of help had been... no, I don't want to think about that right now. The issue wasn't so much the embarrassment of it. In fact, I had to admit that it would be so much easier and quicker to have someone do that for me. Not being able to see your bottom when you are trying to get yourself wiped clean is the hardest part, after all. I hesitated because I felt bad for her. I didn't want to put my aunt through this. But, Aunt Lydia wouldn't have offered if she wasn't willing to, right? "I think... I think I can do it myself." "I know you can, but if it would be easier for me to help, it really isn't a problem for me." I was OK with turning down her first offer to change my diaper, but for her to make the offer again meant that she actually was comfortable doing that after all. "I'd like that," I replied. I grabbed my backpack and followed her into the house while my uncle grabbed the remainder of our things. The bedroom she led me to was so much bigger than what I'd had before. The bed itself was twice as large. There were several dressers, a walk-in closet, a bathroom, and a desk with a computer on it. My aunt laid out a towel on the bed as a makeshift changing pad. I eased myself gently onto the bed, trying not to make the mess in my diaper any more difficult to clean up. I held my breath as my aunt un-taped the diaper. Not because of the smell – that, I was used to, though the hospital had me on some pills that were reducing it – but because I wasn't sure of what my aunt's reaction was going to be. I'm sure she has changed diapers before, with as many foster kids as they'd had, there must have been some younger ones that weren't toilet trained yet, but an adult diaper, especially a messy one, is something entirely else. Not a word about how bad it must smell, or how messy it was. She didn't make a snarky comment about how I shouldn't have messed myself, up or about how good it must feel to get all cleaned up. She didn't rush through it haphazardly like it was a task she wanted to be over with as soon as possible. No one had ever treated me this kindly before. Tears began running sideways across my cheeks. Aunt Lydia paused, grabbed a clean baby wipe, and used it to wipe off the tears on my face. "You don't need to cry," she said. "Everything is going to be OK now that you're finally here with us." That was reassuring, but what did my aunt my when she said "finally?" Then I remembered a comment my uncle had made six years ago the only time I had met them. He had mentioned the idea of having me come live with them. Had they tried to make that happen? "Do you need another diaper, or would you prefer a pull-up?" she asked, once my bottom had been wiped clean. "A diaper, those work better at night. I put some in the big section of the backpack." She put the diaper on as skillfully as she had cleaned me up. Even though I hadn't said anything about baby power, she had taken some from the bag and used it on me as well. Aunt Lydia grabbed my hands and pulled me up off of the bed and onto my feet. "Thank you," I whispered. She led me to one of the dresses and opened the top drawer, which revealed an array of pull-ups in different sizes and colors. "It's not uncommon for kids who've had childhoods like yours to need some protection for accidents, especially at night. So it's something we're well prepared for. I don't know if these pull-ups will work well for you, so if you need us to order something different for you, just let me know." I didn't know what to say. I still couldn't wrap my head around the idea that someone could handle my accidents, pull-ups, and diapers as if it were no big deal. "I'll give them a try tomorrow." I took a breath and asked the question that she had triggered in my mind. "Before.... you had asked if I wanted to come to live with you, did you and John try to do that? "We did try to get you to come live with us earlier, but..." she paused. "It didn't work." I realized that I knew exactly what she was referring to.

Reddit is getting stricter on things like this, many ABDL subs have been banned and many probably will be banned in future, Reddit in my opinion has gone Rogue and can't be trusted since they change their rules sporadically and enforce them selectively. I've stopped using the site for these reasons and many others. I wish you and others in the community good luck and I sincerely hope that you can continue to have a sub that you enjoy without Reddit banning/ruining it.

@~Brian~ Homophobia. They are afraid they might be attracted to a "man."

@~Brian~ I saw some discussion whether or not it breached reddit's general anti-discrimination guidelines. As for a reason well, trans women make some cis men's peepee sad I guess maybe they're intimidated that our dicks (when we have them) might be bigger than theirs.

Chapter Six of A Tale of Diapers and Dragons is now up! The next 2 chapters are on my Patreon page https://www.patreon.com/mamabug. This story is getting close to being over, so I'll be starting a new one soon!

Looks like the script is broken. Might come back.

Because I never get the chance to be a caretaker or Daddy to a little baby girl in real life I enjoy the opportunity to do so in chats and role play threads so I’d say I was probably the opposite ?

I have evolved into more of a switch and have quite enjoyed being daddy having a baby girl doing as she’s told ( or not ) and getting into trouble lol I love the nurturing times also, of course I like my little time too ? , my ex and I found a balance at times and it was wonderful it’s just to bad we didn’t work out as a couple. ... @lovesregression if you’d like to chat hit me up

South bend here

Lillikol ~ 50 Questions After publishing Lillikol, readers wanted to know more. So we answered 50 questions about the island and about Maisie. We really recommend reading the story first, as a few questions spoil key points in the story. 1.) So there's an obvious Japanese culture influence on Lillikol as is evident in place names as well as the general expectation that young women will form relationships with each other as a sort of "practice/play" before entering a heterosexual one with adulthood (this originating during the construction of Japanese womanhood during the Meiji era and continuing on to present day Japan). While I feel it's safe to say that your interest in such matters is the obvious origin point, my question really boils down to: how did this play come to be in-universe? The in-canon explanation for the Japanese influence is actually trade-based. Lillikol is tangentially related to the US, but there are social norms in Japan (like collectivism, and strong community identity) that really resonated with the Lillikolian culture. Though Lillikol’s island name is Polynesian, the cities are Japanese because they were built and developed afterward, when trade was more important. The idea of homosexuality as a silly concept for boys and immature for girls was just congruent with us as writers. It sounded fun. 2.) How big is Lillikol? It's roughly circular and about 55 miles from coast to coast, give or take. It would take less than a day to walk from one side to the other, if you wanted to. 3.) When was Lillikol founded and by whom? People lived there for a long time, but the official "start" of Lillikol was around the 1900s. The annexation of Hawaii and division of a lot of the Pacific ocean was a big motivator; Lillikol was out of the way and people didn't seem to bother with it. 4.) Were both of Maisie's parents from Lillikol or just her mother? Both Maisie's parents were born on Lillikol, as was Maisie. 5.) What happened to make Maisie’s parents leave Lillikol? Was it just their own wants for personal improvement that made them forget about their daughter? They left when Maisie was less than a year old because they "wanted more out of life". They moved to Oregon and worked tirelessly to fit in with this new culture. Maisie, however, didn't fit in at all (as most teenagers don’t!). As time went on, Maisie’s parents grew more and more disappointed in their daughter couldn’t fit society’s standards of “normal” and they gave up on her. 6.) What did Maisie’s parents see in her that was different? She seemed mostly average when she arrived in Lillikol. The short answer is, nothing was ever good enough for Maisie's parents. They didn't want her to be "Lillikolian", they wanted her to be "American". Even though the Lillikolian culture never permeated who Maisie was (until she arrived there), she was under constant pressure to be perfect. 7.) Does any girl/woman choose to just never "train-out”? Generally, no. When they feel ready to "be adults" they work on potty training. Since it's not a fetish to them, the idea of being in diapers for the rest of their lives isn't really that appealing. However, even as adults, some women will wear a diaper to bed or at the end of a long day for comfort. Think of it like a glass of wine! 8.) How was the age for when women could 'train out' decided? Same question, for boys? Girls, it's usually the time they "start a family". Eighteen is the minimum, twenty-one is more average, and sometimes as late as twenty-five. All that is normal. The philosophy is "I'm ready to have a child of my own, so I can't play the part anymore." Boys, it's about the time they start puberty. Sex becomes way more important. Girls don't really find boys in diapers to be sexy - it's more familial. So boys train out on their own, to show that they aren't kids. Like a display of maturity? But since girls care a little less about that, boys built an affection for diapers and "babying" their girlfriends. Do this over and over for a few generations, and you have current Lillikolian sexuality. 9.) The tech on the island seems old. Is this by choice or just because they are on an island? The tech on the island is underdeveloped by design. The people in charge decide what tech comes to the island and what doesn't. This is to maintain their "way of life". Phones and internet and stuff are generally turned away because it takes away from the community aspect of the island. Also, exposure to the outside world interrupts the delicate balance they build. Despite this, Lillikolians know about other countries and the kinds of tech they have available. (They have movie theaters so sometimes approved movies will show computers and phones!) But generally, people don't care. Why would they? 10.) What about hospital technology? Is it on par with average US hospitals? Lillikol doesn't have hospitals. They have medical centers in each city, and a particularly large medical center in Lillikol Proper. Their medical tech isn't exactly on par with modern day, but it's still very good. They can take care of 99% of problems. For the other 1%, they have a partnership with a Hawaiian hospital.

48.) "Miss Cress." The woman led me through to the nurse's station. It was my fifth day of this treatment, and I still wasn't quite used to it. I put my back down on the table and felt my cheeks glow. "This will be our last day," Nurse Boots said. "Really?" "Truly. You're wearing without argument, and wetting three times per school day. I recommended to the school that you graduate out of the program, and your Mom agreed." Which meant a few things — it meant that Nurse Boots could not collect her between classes, and that she would not always be her nurse. “I’ve enjoyed our time together, though! And I hope you have, too." "It... got better," I admitted. She patted the front of my new diaper and handed me a lollipop, customary now, and she patted my back. "Am I really going three times a day...?" "You did yesterday." I only remembered once... I bit my lip. I'd have to talk to Mom about that... "That places you squarely average, if you're wondering. Some girls go less, and some more, but three is average for a girl, especially of your age range." And the program and ritual was designed to build that habit in particular, so a constant result was grounds for graduation out of the program and into the mainstream population. "Do you have a boyfriend who'll be changing you? Or will you still come to the nurse’s stations?" "I can do it myself," I said quietly, and the nurse shook her head. "Not for an entire semester." "...seriously?" "If you're caught changing yourself within fifteen weeks after the program, you're put back in. It's to ensure proper routine." "That's so stupid..." "Well, I agree with you there. But those are the rules." "I have a sister..." “A good option,” Nurse Boots assured her. “The nurses are always a good backup, too.” I nodded my head. “Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.” Nurse Boots and I hugged and said our goodbyes, though I knew I’d see her many more times through the school years. It felt like the end of an era, sort of. All that fighting was finally over. Not just fighting this island and the people on it, but fighting a very special part of myself that I’d been denying for years. No, not diapers. Family. And love. “Hey!” Cora met Maisie outside the nurse’s office with a bright smile and a bouquet of hand-picked flowers. “Those are for me?” I asked with surprise. No one had ever bought me flowers before… “Yep! Part one of our first date! Or, I mean, I dunno if you think other things were dates, like the cubby, or ballet, or… but you said girlfriends do dates, right? So I planned one!” The surprise must have been obvious on my face. “What? Did I do it wrong?” “No, I… I just… okay. Um. Thank you. Um…” Wow, was I flustered. “Well let me tell you what I have planned!” She took my hand and led me down the halls of the school - classes had ended about five minutes ago - and out the front doors. “First, we’re going to get tea at that tea-house you hate.” “You are not off to a good start,” I sighed. Maybe she needed more time to understand the concept of dates… “Lemme finish! We’re going there because I know both those girls are working today - you know, the ones who made you wet yourself? Remember?” Oh, I remembered… “Well, you got that Purgatory Powder from your sister. So it’s about time we get some good use out of it!” My mouth hung open in astonishment. “Cora! You’re going to get in trouble!” “So? They deserve it! And it’ll be fun.” I grinned widely and wrapped my arm around Cora’s shoulder. We stepped in unison, which meant our diapers crinkled together in harmony. “Then, after that, we’re going to my house. And I set up the basement with a blanket fort and I borrowed a projector from my cousin in Lillikol Proper. And I got some movie reels, and I thought we could watch them? I know you’ve probably seen them all ‘cause they’re like from the 1980s, but you could tell me all about the actors and actresses and stuff?” She got a projector? Like, the ones the movie theaters had? How… what? “So we can just watch all the movies until we get too sleepy and then fall asleep in each others’ arms aaaaaand maybe kiss during the movies if there are boring parts. You can tell me when the boring parts are coming up. And I already told your mom that you’re staying the night.” “You thought of everything, didn’t you?” Honestly, I was kind of impressed! “Yep! I even got snacks - chips and pretzels, but I think you told me you don’t like pretzels? So I got these little ice cream squares… I’ll show you when we get to my house. And then maybe if we aren’t comfortable in the fort we could get up and sleep in my bed?” I wasn’t sure I had ever been so lucky in my entire life. No, that’s not true. I was absolutely sure. A mom and dad that cared about me, who nourished me, who did what was best for me. A sister who would tell me the way of the world, who would buy me carded stuff, who wanted to understand my budding sexuality. A next door neighbor who listened to what I had to say, even if it sounded crazy. And a girlfriend who would get revenge on some jerks at a tea-house and knew which snacks I didn’t like and wanted to kiss me all the time. It was unbelievable. If it wasn’t for the diaper around my hips, it may even be the perfect life. But even that wasn’t so bad. And it made me wonder… “I know you don’t really talk about diapers, and it’s kind of no one’s business,” I told Cora, “but… you find them cute? Or, uh… sexy?” Diapers and sexy do not belong in the same sentence! But I had grown to understand why this island thought so. “Uh. Well. Yes.” Cora blushed a little and bit her lip. “I really love when you wear Julienne’s, cause you waddle a bit. Like, you aren’t used to them. I can totally tell…” Really? Jeeze… I had only done it once or twice. “Well… maybe, after the movie, and before we go to bed…” I couldn’t believe I was going to say this. “…you could change my diaper?” Cora’s eyes lit up and every muscle in her body tensed up. I could see the excitement filling her up, like she might explode from the pressure. But she answered very calmly. “I would like that. If you do. I don’t want you to feel forced.” Aww! She was thinking about my feelings! That settled it. “Yes, I want that very much.” I leaned over and kissed her lips, with just enough enthusiasm to show her how serious I was. On second thought… maybe diapers weren’t a bad thing at all. Maybe they were supposed to be part of my perfect life all along. 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I just slide them down like a pullup. Now with so many premium ABDL and medical style diapers available with the hook and loop system it is much easier. You can even loosen you diaper all the way if you want. Diapers like Rearz happy quality enough tapes that you can usually get away with atleast to refastens which is almost always more than enough for me before I change into a new diaper. Generally, I stand up, carefully slide my diaper up, and then refasten/adjust the tapes. The tricky times are when you rush to get your diaper up because you are in a crowded restroom. Sometimes that can lead to ripping or that your diaper just does not get pulled up all the way. It also sucks when you are sweaty.

47.) "I don't know what's wrong with me," I sighed, putting my head against her shoulder. She had an arm around me and played with the edges of my dress. "He was nice..." "He was so not nice." "Well... he took an interest in me when no one else did. I should be appreciating that..." "A boyfriend isn't a bank loan — interest doesn't mean you owe him anything." Cora continued to play with the hems of Maisie’s pretty blue dress, and kissed her hair softly, savoring the vanilla scent of her sparkly mousse. "You're so much better than Lyon. Now... Lew? Lew I could see you dating. He's got that same wicked charming confidence and smile, but he's a hundred times prettier, right?" "...it's tacky to date your ex-boyfriend's brother..." So tacky. Because it seemed to me like Lew was the only boy I knew who I actually liked. I mean, I liked Kodi, but for different reasons... "Cora... um..." I shook my head. It wasn't smart. "Forget it... thanks for taking care of me like this." "Nuhuh! Tell me! Being pillow-sisters means no secrets." Well, actually, it just mean you kissed and didn't kiss other girls, but Cora liked making up rules like that because it meant she could bring trust into their relationship. Even if it was a white lie. "...I don't know..." "You do so know." I needed to think this through. I hadn't even realized I wasn't that into Lyon until I saw him again, and now... "Cora, I'm..." I took a little breath... "Cora, I don't wanna kiss around or anything like that, you know? I like being with just one person, and... and..." ...and what? And... "...do you want... that person to be you?" "Yeah." Her answer didn't carry any hesitation, or doubt, or caution; it came like reflex, so saying your own name, or counting to ten, or reading a clock out loud. Not even a moment of pause. "Since like the third day I met you. And when I kissed you in the nook? Gosh I knew. I knew you were the one, and I've never felt that before, and even if I had, nobody else would get it, and I thought that you would, but you kept telling me you only kissed me because you liked the kisses, and that you didn't like girls. So I didn't wanna be the one to say…” "Well I do! I mean! I don't like girls! But... I mean..." I bit my lip and looked up at the sky. Jeeze... "I didn't think I did... but you're... like... I don't know. Maybe I do... maybe I'm bi..." "I don't know what that means..." "Um. That I like guys and girls. Like. Romantically." "So like... just boys and girls are the same? You could kiss either, or date either? The world would be a lot simpler if everyone were like that." Girls didn't date, though. Well. The thing wasn't that it was taboo, like boys dating would be — just that nobody took the idea seriously. "You know if you date me, people are going to ask you like every day about boys you're interested in. Girls dating girls isn't like... wrong... just nobody thinks it’s a real thing. They think it’s just something kids do. That it's immature. And... I've never liked boys, so I was just kinda content to kiss pretty girls when I’m younger, and then be alone after that. I dunno, I sound like a weirdo now... sorry." "Well, I don't know if, like... I'll be with you when you're older, but... I mean, I don't know why I couldn't be with you now?" She smiled and bit her lip and I kissed her with a gentle kiss. A nice kiss. "I... um... I also don't wanna call you pillow whatevers... I just wanna call you my girlfriend, if that's what we're gonna be." "Oh, I don't know..." The girl looked worried for a moment and then sighed, frowning. "See, as my pillow-sister, you're not allowed to kiss anybody else, or keep secrets, and you have to spend at least two hours a week in the nook with me. But I don't know a thing about girlfriend obligations!" She played it so straight, too, excusing the fun, feigning genuine concern over the suggestion, despite her slowly growing grin. "Oh... um... well, it's like... you can't kiss anybody else, either gender! And... and you gotta like go on dates, I think... and..." I'd never had a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. I was mostly going off what I knew from my friends... "I think it's pretty much like a girl dating a boy, except with no other girls, except they're both girls...?" Wow... "Oh. Well. Okay! I can do that. Maisie Cress is my girlfriend." She nodded her head, feeling something inside of her tick over that felt like it should have years ago, and she blushed, biting her lip. "Wow..." And then shook her head "I mean. Wow! I guess I really did like girls all along. Does this mean I get to stick my hand up your skirt whenever I wanna?" "No," I said sharply, but all the same, she pushed me into the grass and ran her fingers up my thigh. Unlike the boy, she didn't play with the diaper. She just ran her fingers along the outside of my thigh. And kissed me. I felt my stomach flip. And then I thought... "Hey, do you wear diapers...?" "...uh... of course I do...." "...right... I just... I never even thought about... you don't mention it or..." She didn't. She never asked about my diaper. She never told me about hers. She never said she needed to change. And actually, unless I was complaining, I never talked about them either. Of every other person I'd met since coming here, she was the only one I never talked about diapers with... "Well I think that's a personal thing, isn't it? I think the whole subculture surrounding the publicness of a girl’s bathroom habits is kinda tacky. I get changed in the morning, and when I get home from school, and I never drink at school, so it's not an issue. I've been like that since I was... ten? I don't know. I just don't think anybody needs to talk about it." The kiss had made Maisie smile, but it couldn't compare to the smiles on her face from that rant, and the way she nodded her head in enthusiastic agreement. I kissed her, so hard, and tackled her to the grass. She rolled me over and kissed me again, and I kissed her, and we went on like that, the first day as girlfriends, for a good hour before parting ways. That night, when I told my mom that I was bisexual and Cora was my girlfriend, I was serious, even if she didn't take it that way. ----------------------- Thanks for reading! Please Like, Comment, and check us out on Patreon!

Chapter 22: IVY LOOKED ON in horror at the screen as a gun was pressed to Holly’s forehead. The feeds from her watch, and two working daycare cameras, were shown on a screen side-by-side. The views showed the scene in all of its horror. ‘I’ve pushed her to the point where death is better?!?’ she thought miserably. ‘Please don’t shoot my baby…’ “Damn that girl has some big balls for a little!” one of the cops next to her said. “Shut it man, that’s her mom - and my sister there!” Jonah said. “It’s okay…” Ivy told him, “She does definitely have some big ones - I just hope she doesn’t end up dead from this.” I WONDERED WHAT he was going to do as I looked down the gun barrel. My bladder had already emptied everything, so at least I couldn’t pee myself from nerves! I actually really just wanted a damn diaper change right then, but I knew I’d never be able to get the tapes undone myself. “It’s not enough of an exchange,” the leader told me. “Let me see if they’ll up the trade out there.” “You there? Captain?” he asked. “Yes.” “I want the ‘Daddy’ of this little girl here. Her name was Zoe, but it was changed to Becky.” “What do you want with him?” “That’s not your concern. Get him in here or I start shooting hostages. I won’t start with the littles either, it’ll be Amazon blood that spills first today. You have fifteen minutes!” He shouted and hung up. “Get busy on him Doc!” he pointed the gun at me and then at his injured man. “DO YOU HAVE a list of kids in there?” Jonah asked. “Yes, which room would she have been in?” Another sitting at a table with a tablet asked. “She looks to be the only infant they removed…” Jonah answered. “Found her!” the officer said, “Looks like her name is Rebecca Clark. Fathers name is Robert Clark.” “Bob?!?!” Ivy asked in surprise. “You know him?” “He’s the hospital CEO. I’m actually surprised he’s not here yet.” “I am, I’ve just been standing in the background,” she heard his voice and turned. “What do you need me for?” “They’re demanding that Becky’s father go in.” “What will they do if I go in?” “They’ll release the injured toddler that just had the emergency surgery done.” “If I don’t?” “They say they’ll start killing hostages.” “You haven’t gotten all of the others out yet, have you?” “No, we’re working on cutting a hole through the side walls of the infant nursery now. Once we get them clear we’ll do the preschool room next.” “Any idea why they want me?” “I think she’s the reason they’re here, Bob,” Ivy told him. He sighed, “Guess I’m going in.” “You can’t…” one of the cops tried to argue. “Same reason Ivy’s little couldn’t let the girl die; I too swore an oath. Maybe I can save my own little girl this way.” He had been in a suit and tie, but pulled off the coat and had rolled his sleeves up to show his bare arms. Ivy watched him march through the door down to the hallway she had been in to deliver the supplies earlier. ‘Please come out safe…’ she thought towards Holly. “HE’S COMING IN,” a voice called over the video and I watched the guy end the call with who I now realized was ‘Uncle’ Jonah. Three of his men fanned the hallways and two others held guns to toddlers' heads in the hallway to prove they were sincere in killing hostages. “You, Doc, can you push that stretcher by yourself?” The leader called at me. I nodded, “It’s on wheels, I should be able to.” “Go ahead and push it into the hallway,” he said and leveled a gun at my head. I could practically feel his sights on me as I pushed the girl out to the hallway and passed by the man they’d asked for. ‘Bob?!?!’ I thought in my head. I groaned, of all the Amazons they had to bring into this mess… “Stop right there, Doc!” he called out at me. I froze and could see Ivy standing thirty feet away with tears in her eyes. I mouthed, ‘It’s okay,’ to her. “Come on back Doc!” I turned slowly and walked back behind Bob. “Why do you want me?” He asked when he was inside. “Many reasons… first one, Doc and the others need their diapers changed, get busy!” “Why don’t you just have them…?” “Because you all lock everyone in damn diapers that only Amazons can open asshole!” Catalina shouted at him. “In fact, no, he’s not going to change them all, I just want him to open them for everyone. We’ll help the toddlers put new ones on, you just undo them.” “Sure, just keep calm,” Bob said. He looked at me, “Doc, he called you?” I nodded, glad he seemed to be smart enough to pretend not to know me. “Come here and I’ll get that diaper off.” I stiffened as he undid the snaps on my blood and piss-soaked romper, then he undid the tapes. I held it in place, looked at the leader, and then motioned with my head towards the cubbies, “Can I get a new one out of my bag please?” “Knock yourself out Doc. You haven’t complained once - and you’ve been useful, might as well get you comfortable since we’ll be here a while. Feel free to go commando too if you want! Unfortunately I’m guessing you’ve lost your control?” He almost sounded sympathetic. I nodded, “Damn Amazon breastmilk.” “Addictive and makes you have accidents,” he acknowledged. I made my way to my cubby and grabbed the diaper bag. It was on a lower shelf and easy enough to get to. I decided modesty was out the window anyway with all of these people, and just let the diaper drop to the floor. Wipes were inside and I used them to wipe myself before holding the diaper with my butt against the wall to tape it shut. I decided it wasn’t a terrible job and then looked inside the bag for any spare clothing options. Finding a pink onesie in there, I set it aside before I quickly wiped my upper body clean of blood. ‘Best I can do here…’ I thought to myself before pulling the onesie over my head and snapping it closed. Bob was still helping to remove the diapers of each little and baby. When he was done, two of the little women helped the truly lost littles, as well as the genuine toddlers into new diapers. Unfortunately even the potty-trained toddlers had long since gone in their pants, so they helped the upset toddlers into spare diapers too. I walked back to the medical supplies to take stock of what was left. I could probably handle two more gunshot victims in a series with what I had left. There was still plenty of traditional and nanite supplies in the kit they had put together. I had read, studied, and watched films with the nanites; but didn’t know that I felt myself ready to use them without someone guiding me. That’s why I had only used them after I finished the major work myself. I hoped she would have the same recovery time as with the nanites alone, but really it was just a hope that she lived that had driven me to play it safe. I looked up and saw that one of the men was motioning to me with his gun, “Have a seat Doc,” he told me, motioning me back towards everyone else. I looked around and nearly everyone else had only tops and a diaper on then, or maybe just a diaper for some of them. ‘I guess I wasn’t the only one who leaked…’ I thought morosely. The guy who was the leader had now tied up Bob, leaving him kneeling on the floor in front of the door. He paced around him a few times before using a knife to slash the back of one of his ankles and I figured he had gone through the same Achilles tendon cut on the little girl. Even though he was an asshole I felt an internal need to help him… but had to sit quietly knowing there was absolutely nothing I could do for him. “What was that for?” Bob cried out. The man sliced his other ankle next without saying a word, just pacing some more. “What do you want?!?” He cried out in obvious pain. “Zoe,” he said pointing towards the little girl who I now knew was his, “what exactly did you do to her?” “Her name is Becky, not Zoe!” The man leaped and sliced through the top of the Amazons earlobe and threw the large chunk of skin towards the hallway. “What did you do to her?!?” He screamed. IVY WATCHED THE scene in horror as Bob was attacked again. Holly’s watch was still picking up audio just fine, and the daycares cameras captured the scene perfectly. Too perfectly! “We have to move in sir!” One of the SWAT members said. “No, we were ordered to hold for a specialist team. They’re thirty minutes out…” Jonah ordered him. “He’s going to be dead before that,” the officer told him. “He might be… but we’re trying to save the babies. We bust in there the wrong way and we’ll end up killing half of the hostages. We just managed to get both the infant and preschool rooms cleared, so there’s three walls that can be accessed for a breach into that final room.” “What kind of breach are they going to do through solid walls?!?” the officer asked. “I would have to use enough det cord that I couldn’t guarantee I would do the same damage to the hostages.” “The order to hold came from the governor - we have to hold,” Jonah told him. Ivy watched Holly on the monitor for any signs she was going to do something else stupid and heroic. For the moment she seemed content to watch and figure out steps later. She noticed she had been looking at the medical supplies earlier and wondered just what she had really been looking at. I WATCHED IN a bit of morbid fascination as Bob finally began talking. “We sent her to Tippy Toes for training,” he said. One of the still intelligent littles next to me gasped. I whispered, “Is that bad…?” They nodded, “The worst…” I guessed the leader was aware of it too because he took that moment to take the top of his other earlobe. “What did you have them do!?!?” “Do you really want to know?” Bob asked defiantly. “Can your wittle brain handle it?” I looked at him in awe as I realized he’d decided he was probably dead either way, and was clawing back. A part of me could respect that, but the rest of me knew he was a despicable monster! Another slice was made up his bound arm and a piece of skin was cleared to where you could see the musculature below. ‘That’s a damn sharp knife!’ I admired the knife cuts in a way. ‘How far is he going to go?’ “Tell me!” “Fine, we had her Triceps and Achilles heel tendons severed to prevent her walking or crawling. Obviously, we took her teeth because I was tired of my wife screaming when she bit her trying to nurse her. We had her breasts removed since obviously there was no need for those on a baby, and since she wasn’t going to have babies we had a hysterectomy done…” I felt my guts wanting to spew at this, and I could tell the masked leader wanted to just slice his throat and be done with him. “What about her mind?” “That’s irrecoverable unfortunately. We didn’t intend to do that to her… but she suffered a psychological break in the middle of the conditioning she was receiving. They told me with their process about one in five suffer a complete loss of cognitive function. I had her tested here in the hospital and the scans show no real neural activity. She’s essentially a living doll who nurses from my wife, pees, poos, and can cry when she needs something. Just like she and all of you sho…” The man finally had enough and lunged at him, stabbing him straight into the heart and then twisted the knife. Bob gasped and fell over, dead within a few failed heartbeats as blood pooled about his body. “Zoe...” the man cried over the top of the helpless little. IVY COULDN’T HELP but have mixed feelings right then. She’d never been a fan of Bob… as Holly had said - he was a jack-ass! But she had worked with him for a long time - so it pained her to watch helplessly on the video as his body bled out from a wound that even an instant injection of nanites would do no good on. That being said, he was a bastard for having done that to that poor girl! She’d heard of Tippy Toes before from parents of patients, and had never met a little who’d been through there that wasn’t seriously scarred physically and mentally from being there. ‘In any sane world it would have been shut down…’ she thought. She watched in horror right then as the leader moved to gently kissed the girl who had been known as Zoe and stepped back and… “No!!!!” she cried out as the muzzle flashes showed and it was obvious the little girl was dead. He’d shot her straight through the heart and then the head. The leader shook tears out of his eyes and moved back to the communication center. “How are you doing on our vehicle?” “Why are we hearing gunshots?!?” Jonah asked, playing dumb. “Don’t kid me Captain, I know you have cameras in here by now. You know as well as I do what those were. You also know I have no problems killing. You have just twenty minutes before I kill a hostage. I will kill another every fifteen-minutes after that. Again, I’m starting with the genuine Amazon toddlers here… I have eight of those, then another twelve littles. Your move,” he said. “Damnit Captain! Let me move in!” The officer once again pleaded with him. “We’ll take it from here Captain,” Ivy heard another voice say. I WAS IN a state of shock when he killed Zoe… I didn’t blame him for killing Bob in a way, but for him to kill what I figured was at least a dear friend? “Who was she?” I found myself asking stupidly. He turned the gun nervously in his hands and walked over. “Why the hell do you care?” “Because I just watched you perform what I assume was a mercy killing? Maybe because if by some miracle I make it out of here alive I want to know the full story?” He shook his head, “How the hell did they get you?” “What do you mean?” “I’ll answer your question, but answer mine first.” I shrugged, “I was a hell of a surgeon back home. One of the younger upcoming hotshots really. All of the sudden though I had a series of crappy events happen to me. First my apartment building was suddenly deemed structurally unsafe, which meant I moved into a couple hotel rooms for months… I was kind of feeling depressed with that and stupidly responded to one of the PortalRelocations ads online.” “PortalRelocations?” “Apparently they go by Procuring-Relationships on this side of the portal…” “Yeah I’ve heard of them… Anyway, you still had a job?” “The hospital I worked at got bought out and they were cutting ten surgeons. I was one of the last hired, so first cut… I stupidly called the relocations office that day and finished signing my life away,” I pointed to myself. “It didn’t help that my new ‘mommy’ promised me she would find me a position at her hospital… Unfortunately, I was too stupid to realize she meant find me a position shitting my diapers in the daycare.” I snorted. He gave me a small grin, “Zoe would have liked you.” I watched as he looked over at the door, at his men, and then sighed, “Zoe Farthing was the leader of our movement - Littles Against Forcible Regression, or the L.A.F.R. as we’re known more often. We go through and spring littles like yourself from their kidnappers, and then help them get their lives back together. Most of the time we operate on the other side of the country, but ten months ago we found out there was a little behind held by a professor at Emerson University that we needed to free. Zoe took in a team of seven operatives that night. Unfortunately, the operation was totally FUBAR. One operative managed to make it back to our safe house, four were killed, and two were sent to etiquette schools that we’ve already rescued. Zoe though disappeared completely and it was a mystery where she went. It took us four months just to find her, and then another two months to get three of our operatives into this daycare with them.” He pointed towards Seth and Catalina who I noticed had been getting more silent. “We have a pact with each other… if we should be turned into what they did to her we will put each other out of our misery. You seem like a decent woman; I can offer you the same pact?” I looked at him and gave him a small smile, “I appreciate that… but I still have my own hopes for freedom down the road… not ready to give up yet. Besides in case you can’t tell, my Amazon still lets me be me for the most part.” “Indeed,” he said. He looked at his watch, “Well Doc, I’ve appreciated this chat, but it’s time for me to prove to those outside that they really do need to take us seriously…” “You don’t need…” He gave me a cold glare, “You’ve proven you’re a good person, don’t make me take your life too,” he told me as he stood up and moved where a two-year-old girl sat. She was about an inch shorter than him and you could tell she was terrified of everything going on even if she didn’t understand. At that moment I couldn’t help myself! There was no way I could stand still and let him kill her. I leaped from my perch and tackled him! “BREACH, BREACH, BREACH,” Ivy heard and watched in horror as her little girl wrestled with the leader of these terrorists. The screen brightened to white for several seconds as explosions came from every side of the room. She lost sight of Holly on the overhead cameras as they went blank, but could see her rolling around and fighting still. She gasped as a sudden spray of blood filled the camera of the watch and felt her blood turn cold. “No… No…” she said as the arm stopped moving completely, “Holly!” ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ You all met the goal of likes yesterday! Thank you for your comments and pressing of that button! Just a couple of chapters remaining after this! 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Chapter Warning: This chapter contains extreme violence. Chapter 21: THE NEXT WEEK things improved for both of us. I really felt like Ivy was being more empathetic to the amount I’d been screwed over with this fake baby game. For my part I did my best to try and also give her some moments where I pretended to be more babyish than I wanted. I even played on the play-set outside for two hours on Saturday. It was more of a trade… she let me back inside my playhouse afterwards to play some video games on my TV. I also compromised by playing dress up, and pretended to have a tea party with her on Sunday with dolls and stuffed animals. I tried not to think of daycare too much as she carried me in on Monday. While the weekend had been a back and forth of baby to… maybe being a teenager, and back… it was time to come back to the horrible reality that was daycare. The lady at the front, who I’d finally found out her name was Carly, greeted us. “Oh, is Princess Holly back with us today?” “Yep, I should hopefully be back for her before lunch,” she told her. “Hopefully she can be a little cleaner through the day today?” Carly teased. I tried not to blush, but failed miserably as I buried my head into Ivy’s shoulder. Friday had been the most embarrassing day of all time for me… and that really was saying something at this point! They had walked ‘my class’ to the hospital’s playground with us all holding onto plastic rings on a long rope. I had been playing on the large play equipment along with a couple of other actual toddlers. I was just getting ready to go down a big slide when I felt my bowels telling me they were going to release. Not having much control anymore anyway, I just squeezed to get it over with… The problem was I squeezed way more than I thought I would! It was a watery mess as it squirted out my rear, and mentally I had wanted to cry from that alone. It was way worse than having a log to smush down! I froze in a squatted position at the top of the slide not sure of what to do. Right then though one of the genuine toddler girls impatiently pushed me to go down the slide so she could go down too. I fell on my butt with a sickening ’squish’ and slid down the slide, completely horrified by the disgusting feeling in my diaper. By the time I landed at the bottom of the slide my diaper had squeezed the liquidly mess out of my diaper, onto my clothes, my legs, and… unfortunately the slide. The potty-training toddler behind me that had pushed me down had wailed almost as loudly as I did about the poop running all over her. I had flat out lost it and cried right then! I felt totally and utterly broken! My dress had been removed right there in the playground area in front of everyone. I was then given a very public diaper change right there with an emergency diaper they had brought out with them. Unfortunately for me it had been one of those massive crawler diapers! I felt bad for the toddler, she had one affixed to her too because they didn’t want her staying in her dress. The pushy girl then had a genuine accident while she was wailing about the mess too, and bawled more when they told her that she’d have to wear diapers again for a week. Back in the present I looked back up at Carly who smiled, “It’s okay Holly, no one will even remember it after a while.” I just nodded and let my grip be transferred to Carly who carried me back to the toddler’s room. “Bet you’re happy to be back in a regular diapee after that thick crawler diaper, huh?” she said. I flashed back to being completely unable to walk away from the playground. I had been carried back to the classroom and been forced to crawl by the damn thing until Ivy came for me. For her part she consoled me in an appropriate way without laughing at me. She’d also changed me out of the damn pillow right away! The toddler girl, I’d learned her name was Emma, was changed straight away into a normal baby diaper when we got back to our room. She was still upset though because she had finally just earned her big girl panties! I hadn’t been changed because apparently I was a little who couldn’t be trusted in a regular diaper after that blowout. I’d been pissed, but kept my cool with the daycare staff. I’d seen too many beatings in there over the week to want anything to do with them! Carly sat me down in the coloring corner of the room and said, “I bet you want to color?” before bringing me a bucket of crayons and a coloring book. I sighed and said, “Thank you Miss Carly.” “You’re so sweet!” She said and patted me on my romper covered rear before she left. I played for a while and watched as littles and toddlers alike were dropped off. I noticed that boy Seth, and the girl Catalina, that had been acting so strange last week were talking in hushed whispers in the corner of the part of the room with the fake kitchen. I thought nothing of it and kept coloring until all of the sudden I froze at the sound of a loud bang! IVY MADE HER way down to a conference room that she was meeting with the next patients’ parents. She could see through glass that the parents and their little were already seated with as she her colleague seemed to have arrived at the same time. The twenty-five-year-old little was dealing with something that didn’t compute with the adorable onesie and diaper she was wearing. She was pregnant… though her ‘parents’ didn’t know anything about it yet. They had just brought her in because she was nauseous all the time. ‘Oh boy, this is always a fun one,’ she thought to herself. If Holly could get pregnant, she’d probably have her on an implanted birth control just to be safe. It was the main reason that Ivy had frozen her body in a prepubescent state at the same age of eighteen months... that and to avoid other hormonal issues and periods. Because this could be a very delicate issue with a parent and a little, she had gotten the joys of dealing with the situation as the department head. Ivy walked into the room and nodded at her colleague who was an obstetrics specialist holding the door open for her. “Hi Fred,” she said. “Good to see you Ivy,” he said. They both sat down and she looked at her patient's family. The patient was sitting there diapered in a onesie being cuddled by her mother. “Good afternoon,” she told the parents. “I know you were worried about Natalie here being seriously ill… but there’s nothing wrong per se about her.” “Then why is she getting sick?” Her mom asked and cuddled her tightly. “Well… let me ask first, has she been hanging out with any boys at daycare or the park or something?” The lady’s eyes narrowed, “Yeah, my friends baby Caleb and her play all the time at each other’s houses.” Ivy looked at Natalie, “Well… there’s no easy way to tell you this, but Natalie is pregnant.” “WHAT?!??!?!?” The mom said and looked down at her and back. “She’s a baby!!! She can’t have a baby! It’s not possible! She doesn’t even know how to have sex?!?” Ivy watched as the mom then asked if Caleb or someone else forced her to have sex. “Mommy... I’m sorry, Caleb and I love each other! It was only one time!” The lisp from her toothless face belied the seriousness of her condition. Somehow Ivy doubted that it had been one time, but she chose to sit this one out. When the parents finally had some of the steam out of her system she spoke back up. “I asked Dr. Westerfield to be here today because he’s one of the best obstetrics doctors I know of. I can continue to see Natalie to some extent, but I think it would be better if we handed her care over to him.” “To an adult doctor?!?” “I promise I would treat her with every bit of care as I do my own two little girls,” he reassured the parents. “So, what now…?” This was the other thing that was always tough when this situation happened. Amazon parents who couldn’t birth their own children, didn’t have a clue how to deal with the birth of one of their littles babies. She personally would have hoped this would be a case of setting the littles free, but she knew with these parents that certainly wouldn’t happen. The little girl might be allowed to breastfeed her own baby for a year, but she’d probably still be in her diapers and breastfeeding and eating baby food from her own mommy the whole time. Fred would have a hell of a time getting the parents to feed her proper nutrition so that the baby grew correctly… She was just leaving the conference room to go to the next patient when she heard alarm klaxons began to scream! I LOOKED UP in shock at the sight around me. Seth and Catalina both had what looked like MP5 submachine guns that they were swinging around the room. I saw that the three nannies in charge of the room were all down on the ground, not moving or making any noise, while the two of them pointed at us to move next to the bookshelf area. “Get over there!” He screamed. The littles that had any sense left moved themselves and the genuine babies over as quickly as they could. I didn’t move with them though, instead I moved to the nearest of the nanny’s. Seeing a set of three bullet holes through her head I knew that she was dead. I checked the next one just as Seth screamed, “You stupid bitch! Move with the rest of the damn babies!” He came and ratcheted a round in the chamber for effect. “I’m a doctor,” I told him, “just let me make sure I can’t do anything for them…” I told him. “No, you’re not, you’ve been here shitting all over the playground just like all of the other brain-fucked littles!” Catalina screamed at me. “Yes, I am… I hate this shit, but I got sold a bill of goods from my dimension.” I told him and moved over to the last amazon. She too was dead. “Well I hope you’re happy,” I told him, “they’re all definitely dead.” “Don’t care, the only good giant is a dead one!” Seth said to me, “Now go back with the rest of the diaper shitting crew over there.” I nodded and sighed as I walked over and sat down next to the others just as an alarm klaxon began to go off in the building. “Armed intruders in building! Lockdown! Lockdown!” A woman’s voice repeated the line six times before leaving just the alarm and a flashing light in the corner. I wished I could say the nannies were my first gunshot victims to see, but they weren’t. I would probably shake later about all of this, but for now my surgeon's mask of a face was under control. The two of them were soon joined by another ten other littles all wearing body armor and carrying heavier weapons. One looked like he carried a heavy-duty machine gun like an M60, while the other nine carried a mix of MP5s and M16s. ‘Who the hell are these guys?’ I asked myself. All of the littles beside the two who had been inside were wearing thin ski mask coverings over their heads. “Where’s the hostage?” One of the newcomers asked ‘Seth.’ “She should be in the newborn room I think…” he responded. “What about the robos?” “Disabled, and jammer is activated in case they try to bring more. Let’s go get her out of there, she’s been here long enough. Two, five, nine, stay here and cover this room.” “Yes sir,” I watched three of the members move to watch a combination of the entrances to the room and facing us. I sat down in front of the rest of the group ‘of… what?’ I asked myself, ‘Babies? Hostages?’ Hostages were probably right and I nervously felt my watch on my wrist. I had been wearing it for a few months now and would forget about it when I wasn’t playing with it. Being able to know the time in daycare had been particularly helpful to pace my frustrations, but I rarely thought about it most of the time. As I sat there, I remembered the emergency functions it had and decided to risk using them. IVY FELT HER phone ring just as she was about to try and force her way to the floor with the daycare to find Holly. She was about to say something to her on the phone when the video panned to show… armed littles?!?!? She gasped but kept quiet as she heard Holly’s voice ask them, “So what’s going on? Why are there twelve of you? Are you here to kill us? Spring us?” One of the gunmen came over to her and said, “Just shut up bitch. It’s your own damn fault that you’re a diaper shitting, pathetic excuse for a little! We’re going to get done with what we came for, and then you can go back to your mommy and be a good baby sucking on her titty.” Ivy gasped at that statement and was relieved the view showed him walking away. Just as she was about to try and figure out what to say to Holly, she must have ended the call. “I have to call the police!” She thought and dialed the emergency services number. An operator's face filled her screen, “What’s your emergency?” “My name is Doctor Ivy Nickerson; my little girl is in the daycare downstairs at the hospital and just contacted me. There are little extremists that have stormed the daycare…” I HEARD MORE screaming, and more gunshots, a loud thump, more gunshots, and then watched as all of the armed littles pushed their way back inside our room and fired off some shots to cover themselves. One was holding their arm in a way that told me it was probably broken, while two of them team-carried another little, and lay her on the floor a little way away from us. I watched them all talk and argue. The one who had been in the daycare called ‘Seth’ seemed to be talking to the masked leader of the group, and deciding what to do. “She’s gone man,” the leader said to Seth. “There’s no fucking way! She was the strongest of all of us!” “Why don’t we have Doc over there take a look at her?” The leader suggested. “That diaper shitting failure?” Catalina said. “She seemed to be pretty with it,” the leader said. “I watched her shit herself and cover the entire slide in shit last week! There’s no way she’s not regressed!” Catalina said. “Only one way to find out…” he said and moved towards me. He motioned to me with the gun, “Are you really still all there?” “Except my damn potty training,” I told him. I added the expletive intentionally since I’d yet to see a regressed little cuss. These ‘free’ littles seemed to use expletives every other word. “Sounds pretty damn with it to me!” One of the men watching the door said. “Come look at her!” he ordered me and I walked over to the girl. “What do you want me to do?” “Examine her or something?” “Depending on what they’ve done there’s no physical evidence,” I told him. “Just check anyway!” He ordered impatiently. I nodded and said, “Hi, how are you?” to the girl laying there. She was only dressed in a onesie and a diaper, so most of her skin was visible already. I started with her head and tried to get her to track my finger with her eyes. “You have a flashlight by chance?” I asked. “Why?” “You want me to check her out or not?” I responded. “Here!” one of the masked littles tossed me a small penlight that I miraculously caught and turned on. “Thanks,” I told him and proceeded to check her eyes out. They dilated fine, but getting her to follow the light wasn’t happening. I told her, “Can you open your mouth?” and got no response. I ended up using my thumb on her jaw and found the toothless gums I expected. They had put the gum implants in to keep her face shape, but there was no solid food in this poor girl’s future without more surgery. I moved on and continued examining her. Without any real diagnostic tools, I was limited, but I found scarring on her wrists, her legs, and when I undid the onesie also on her stomach and under her breasts. ‘What a shitty surgeon…’ I thought to myself thinking that there was no reason to have this much scarring in this dimension. I looked up at the guy Seth had been talking to. “What do you want to know?” “Is she recoverable? How much did they do to her?” I looked up at him, “I just arrived in this dimension a few months ago, so I can’t say I know everything they do… I also can’t tell you what psychological triggers they’ve used…” “Just get on with it!” the man seethed. “Obvious things I can see - they took her teeth… It looks like they performed a surgery to sever the ligaments that would allow her to walk or crawl… and not knowing her medical history…” “What?” “Do you know if she ever had a c-section?” “She hadn’t,” the man told me. ‘It’s obvious this guy knew her… he was getting pretty pissed off with everything I said.’ I sighed, “I’m guessing they performed a hysterectomy and a breast reduction surgery.” I said as I snapped her onesie back closed over her wet diaper. The girl cooed nonsensically then and I squeezed her hand gently. “Can any of it be reversed?” “If you have the right person programming the nanites you can mostly fix the ligament damage. Teeth can be fixed by removing the gum implant, and putting dental implants in… My ‘cousins’ had theirs reversed when their captor decided she wanted to mess with baby food less…” “The other parts?” “I don’t know that there’s anything that can undo what they did to her reproductive organs. I also don’t know what they did to her mentally… She's not tracking the light as I checked her. I would label her condition as a vegetative state in a hospital back home.” “BASTARD!!!!!!!!” He screamed. I felt some urine leak into my diaper right then and wondered just what their end game was when I heard more shots open up from the doorway. “They’re coming!” one of them shouted. The leader shoved me back towards everyone else and found myself getting as low to the ground as I could as bullets kept flying around! Right then I saw Emma, the little girl who got all of my shit on her last week, standing up! I ran to her and tackled her to the ground. Unfortunately, I was a moment too late and she began wailing in pain from a bullet hole in her shoulder! IVY HURRIED DOWN towards the daycare and could hear the gunfire open up as she closed in. A police officer stopped her, “Ma’am you can’t go in there!” “My daughter is in there!” “We can’t let you go in ma’am, please go back down the hallway!” She heard a voice say, “We have six officers down!!! We’re bringing them out and pulling back!!!!” Ivy hadn’t moved still and soon saw the men coming out. Four of their wounds were instantaneously fatal, but two were moaning and losing a lot of blood. She helped for a moment to get pressure on the wounds and triage each of the patients. Twelve nurses joined her along with a half dozen other doctors. She figured only a couple moments had elapsed and she hoped they’d be able to save them all, then made her way back to the command area. “Jonah!!!!” she said. Her brother stood in the center of a makeshift command area. He was dressed in his tactical armor and she was both elated and scared that he was here. “Ah shit… Ivy, don’t tell me that Holly is in there?” Ivy’s surgeon face stayed stoic, but she wanted to just collapse into her little brother’s arms and cry. She just nodded, not trusting herself to answer. “Damnit, I’m sorry Ivy. Which age group room is she in?” “The…” She swallowed, “The toddler’s room… where the attackers are.” “How do you know…? Look Ivy you can’t be here…” “Jonah, I have information you need though!” she told him. “What information?!?” he said tersely. “Count of attackers useful?” “What? How do you have that?” He asked her. “I bought Holly one of those LittleProtect watches. She called me on it and let me know how many attackers there were before she turned it off.” “Sir if she has one of those, we can activate the camera without activating the screen and watch with it!” another officer dressed in tactical gear too said. “That’ll help until we can get the daycare camera feed up too.” “Can you do that?” He asked Ivy. She opened her phone and pulled up the app and set it to show the camera without showing the screen. A little blood blocked part of the camera, but you could hear Holly shouting. “You goddamned idiots!!!! Shooting around real babies!!!!” She heard her Holly call out. “Bring me two of those diapers!” She called out and she could see someone bring two large diapers into view. “You! Do you still have any brains left?” She called out to another little who nodded. “Come put pressure on this wound,” she said as she applied the diaper to try and stem the bleeding. “Why’s she using a diaper?” One of them asked. “That’s probably the best thing she has available. She doesn't have access to a trauma kit, the kind of gauze she needs to pack the wound temporarily isn’t something you find in a daycare nursery either.” Ivy told him. “Does she know what she’s doing?” Another officer asked. “She was a damn good surgeon in her home dimension… so yes she does. Problem is going to be with that wound, she needs blood and some other supplies… and quick!” “Press on that as hard as you can!!!” she heard Holly tell the little as she stood up and walked to someone away from the wounded toddler who was screaming her head off. The view was hard to make anything out as the little girl walked up to someone and said in a very calm voice, “You either have to let me take this baby out of here or you need to get me some supplies. I can take care of that member of your team's arm and leg then too. But if you do nothing, you’re condemning an innocent child to death.” I STARED AT the leader of the group for several long moments. “They haven’t had time to break you apparently… I can’t let you go, you’re a hostage at this point.” My gaze went deeper into the man’s skull, “Then get me a trauma surgical kit, and twelve units of universal blood…” I gave him a list. I was pretty sure by now Ivy had been smart enough to activate the spy camera feature of the damn watch. I had been annoyed when I learned of the feature, but in this case, it could save some lives. Hopefully she was marking the items down and getting them down to us. “I don’t…” “Look you jackass, I’m not sure who this girl was that she was worth breaking into a hospital and shooting people - and I don’t quite frankly give a shit! What I do know is I’m a doctor and I’m sure as hell not going to have a little girl die because of an asshole like you. Get me those supplies or let me leave with her!” Just then a video screen turned on a wall. “My name is Captain Nickerson of the police; I would like to speak please with whoever is the leader in there.” IVY WROTE DOWN the items as quickly as Holly called them out and was in the midst of getting triple what she asked for. “Do we have any gloves in little size?” she asked one of the people she was talking to. “Why would we need that?” “She’s going to be doing surgery, that’s why!” “Let me look…” While they were gathering a small stretcher, supplies, and everything else she kept one ear open to the negotiations going on with the terrorists. “We demand that we have a clear path outside and a vehicle fitting with hand controls available…” ‘Sounds like a damn movie,’ she grumbled. ‘What the hell was this about?’ She’d had to leave her phone with the police trying to plan a tactical incursion inside so she couldn’t keep as close of an eye on Holly. She thought she caught everything was about one little girl… “Here you go Doctor Nickerson!” Mace ran up pushing the supplies and cart down to her attached to the smallest gurney they had. A step stool was also present there to help Holly reach if need be. “Thanks Mace,” she told her. “My baby… she’s still in there!” she called out. “She’s in a room that they haven’t messed with,” Ivy told her quietly. “They’re going to try and get her room, the preschool room, and the infants room evacuated.” “What about Holly?” She asked, now knowing why Ivy was worried. “She needs this stuff to save a toddler’s life. I’ve got to go,” she told her and pushed everything forward. “We have everything she needs; can we get it to her somehow?” An officer next to Jonah told her, “He’s working on it.” “SEND THE SUPPLIES down to us by pushing it and leaving it. We will grab it once the hallway is clear. If anyone comes down the hallway armed, we will shoot hostages!” “Absolutely, we’ll send someone in!” “No cops!” “We don’t have…” “I’ll go,” Holly heard Ivy’s voice. “Ma’am we can’t…” someone argued. “She’s not a cop,” I told the person. “Please let her get me this. I have maybe five more minutes to stabilize the girl. She’s been bleeding too long already!” I told him as I heard her begin to cry less. “Fine, send the doctor!” I waited at the door as two of their men went outside with genuine toddlers clutched with the barrels to their heads. ‘I can’t believe this is really happening!’ I thought to myself. ‘Who was that girl?’ I thought to myself looking at the brain-dead little laying there. I heard a little bit of shouting and soon everyone was back inside the room and I noticed one of them began covering any cameras they could see. As soon as I had the supplies and stretcher I got to work. “Help me get her on this stretcher!” I yelled at the few competent littles who helped me. I used the straps to secure her and immediately gloved up and got an IV going into her. I looked around and saw a full nanite set there. I wished that I had more time to learn how to do more than read about them in books. I climbed onto the stool they’d given me and chose to move to work on her the old-fashioned way. After quickly sedating her, I got to work on digging the bullet out. The poor girl was going to need some serious reconstructive surgery on her shoulder blade, but after an hour of working on my own, then another twenty using nanites, I managed to stabilize her. “That was incredible,” one of the other hostage littles told me. “I had no idea we could do things like that…” “We still need to get her somewhere else so they can properly monitor,” I told the leader as I pulled the gloves off. I looked at my clothes and noticed my diaper was leaking down my legs. “I’m not letting her go, she’s one of our only ways out of here.” He told me. “Look, she’s stable, but she still needs some more care. If you’re wanting shields as you leave, a baby in a stretcher is not what you’re going to want, is it?” I asked him. “You’re some kind of helper spy, aren’t you?!?” He asked angrily and pointed his gun at me. “Helper?” I asked. “She doesn’t even know what a helper is?” One of the other masked men laughed. “No, I don’t. I’m still new to this goddamned insane dimension!” I seethed at him. “If saving someone’s life means I’m a helper then fine, I am one. All I give a damn about is the oath I swore as a doctor!” I looked at the one terrorist who was still in agony with a broken arm. “How about this, I’ll fix your friend up over there and you let her go?” “How about you help him or I shoot you?” He asked back. “You know as well as I do what my hopes in life are now that I’ve been adopted. Do you really think a bullet scares me that damn much?” I asked him as I walked up to him and he placed the gun to my forehead. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Well we're reaching the beginning of the end here, let me know what you think with a like or a comment! If I have 25 or more on the post I might post the rest of this all this week more rapidly. ? Thanks to everyone who has been reading and commenting on this!

Sorry I'm late tonight! Here's the next chapter though! Chapter 19: I WOKE UP and yawned as I felt my body being picked up by Ivy. “What time is it?” I asked as she placed me on the changing table to begin what was starting to feel routine. “It’s six in the morning,” she told me. “I have to get you ready and checked into daycare before checking in myself to scrub in.” I nodded but winced when she used a cold wipe on my groin. “Brrr…” I complained She laughed, “Okay Princess, I’ll get you a wipe warmer later so you can stop complaining about the cold wipees.” I smiled at that, “That would probably be really nice…” She smiled back at me as she taped the diaper closed, “So what are we wearing today to daycare?” I looked at her and realized she was being serious. Thinking back to my research from yesterday I suggested, “Can I wear that dress with those bloomers?” She looked at the cute yellow dress I was pointing at that came with matching yellow bloomers she had clipped to it. “Sure, that will be cute!” I nodded, ‘hopefully it’ll work too…’ After we got home Ivy and I had spent a couple hours just talking. That led me to understand I nearly got myself in deep trouble multiple times on Sunday! Yesterday I went into my playhouse with my tablet and researched everything I could find on how to fit in with regressed littles. I had actually found a handy guide that seemed to imply that as an adopted little I should avoid going to daycare at all costs! Unfortunately, there was no avoiding it in this case! I guessed I was safer at the hospital than with Katie at least… I figured at Katie’s daycare that Kelly would have been able to do whatever she wanted with me. I would have been calling her Aunty as she beat me up or something. Having dealt with her Sunday, I was almost nervous enough to change my mind and tell Ivy to leave me with the crawlers instead of the toddlers. ‘Hopefully they’re not as bad as Kelly…’ I spent hours online trying to learn how to blend in with the other littles and babies. The last thing I wanted to do was get tortured day after day by some big toddler with a chip on their shoulder! I read about hundreds of horror stories yesterday – and I nearly cried as too many of them could have been about Julie and Desmond – or Janice. I researched her situation for a while too. It seemed that it would be perfectly legal for them to continue to act like they were, or Jonah could easily file a simple form and change the marriage to an adoption. Divorce wouldn’t even be an option at this point for her because he’d already started to show evidence of her having ‘maturosis,’ and needing him to be her guardian for her own good. Jonah would then be free to find a new wife if he wanted to, and she could become her new mommy. It seemed that happened sixty percent of the time once a betweener started being treated like that by their spouse. Occasionally the big and regressed tweener would go ahead and have kids, and the big would let the mid grow up in order to care for the baby. Other times they were ‘re-raised’ alongside their own babies… It seemed truly messed up on so many levels to me. I’d been cursing my decision to come to this dimension almost non-stop yesterday with each sickening account I had read. A spoonful of oatmeal in my face brought me back to the present. I opened my mouth and swallowed, repeating the step over and over. When I was done with the oatmeal, she gave me a piece of bacon to munch on while she ate her own breakfast. “Done with that?” She asked me when I had made the bacon disappear. I nodded, knowing what was next. Sure enough, I was removed from the high chair and placed at her boob while she continued eating. I was still tired, so the effects of her milk were nearly instantaneous that morning. IVY LOOKED DOWN at Holly and sighed. ‘I wish I could just go back to sleep like her!’ She managed to coerce her to keep sucking long enough to finish her other breast before cleaning them both up. She placed Holly down for a moment in her swing while she did the few dishes. ‘Nothing worse than caked on oatmeal,’ she thought to herself as she washed out Holly’s bowl before it set. She went to her room and donned the scrubs she wore on surgery days. ‘It feels nice to be back in them after the last few weeks,’ she thought to herself. ‘I wonder if I can find some in Holly’s size?’ she thought. ‘Normally we just keep patients her size in onesies or gowns…’ She shrugged and gathered up the extra pump she was taking to her office in case she wasn’t able to pick up Holly and have her nurse. She filled Holly’s diaper bag with three thawed bottles of breast milk, as well as a few frozen bags to leave for her just in case they were needed. ‘We already agreed it would be better if she just has my milk to eat there… I’d better remind her of that before we leave. Hopefully I’m done by one or so with everything.’ Holly had been right on the money with her diagnosis, which meant this surgery was actually really unusual for the hospital. They did a lot of replacement heart valves, which was a simple surgery with the nanites to bypass the heart to an external machine. They then reconstructed the tissue of the valve, before reattaching the heart to the patients circulatory system. This particular issue though was a one in ten-million case in their world. She’d have to ask just how common it was back in her dimension that she picked up on it so quickly. ‘Of course, it may be rare there too… She's so damn smart!’ Ivy triple checked that there were about three days of diapers in the diaper bag, two spare sets of clothes, several pacifiers, wipees, bottles, and a bib… ‘That should be way more than what she needs…’ Nervously she shouldered her briefcase and the diaper bag before gathering her sleeping bundle of joy. A quick sniff said she needed changed, but a look at the time meant she had to get moving. ‘I’ll change her in the car before we go in…’ Buckling her into her car seat she was happy the little girl stayed sleeping. ‘Less time for her to be stressed…’ I WOKE UP with my legs lifted in the air and was startled to see I wasn’t at home. “Where are we?” I asked Ivy. “In the parking lot of the hospital.” “The parking lot?!?” I blushed. “Sweetie you needed changed. I figured you would prefer if I changed you one last time before taking you in?” I winced but nodded. Blushing as a doctor walked by and said ‘Good morning Ivy!’ to her while her hand pulled away a brown wipe from my bottom. She was quick and efficient in changing my apparently poopy diaper. ‘I hate having no control anymore…’ I grumbled to myself. When she was done, she balled up the diaper and put it in a plastic bag to the side. I was redressed and she handed me the bag, “Here help Mommy, hold this,” she said. I made a face, “eew…” “It’s your own mess.” “Your boobs are the reason for the mess…” I told her. She actually had the nerve to giggle at that, “I guess you’re right there.” I stuck my tongue out at her! As she carried me inside, we passed by a trash can that I threw it into like a championship basketball player. “Nice shot,” she told me with a squeeze. As she walked, she whispered, “Now remember I’m leaving instructions that you’re only to drink my expressed milk for snacks or lunch.” I made a face at that and she responded, “Unless you want to risk mind-altering food?” I shook my head, “No, your milk should be enough. When are you starting the procedure and how long does it take for you all?” “She’s supposed to be under anesthesia and in the OR by nine. It’s not a real common procedure here… I’m guessing two hours.” “Are you the lead?” “Yes, but I’ll hand off the post care after I make sure she wakes up. I’m guessing it’ll be a few hours after lunch before I get back here. I might be able to sneak back for lunch if we’re just waiting for her to wake up.” I nodded, “Good luck, she seemed like a sweet girl. I strived to stay objective with my patients like you’re supposed to most of the time, but kids like her were the ones that always tore at my heart the most.” I received a squeeze in reward for that, “Me too.” We arrived at the front of the brightly colored daycare check-in a moment later and the girl at the front said, “Can I help you?” “Yes, I’m Doctor Nickerson, and this is Holly, I came by and filled out the paperwork last week to enroll her?” We watched as the receptionist interacted with a touch screen and soon another lit up on the counter next to us, “If you’ll just sign her in on this screen please?” She asked Ivy. “You said you want her in the toddler room, correct?” “Yes, unless she ends up needing to be placed into the crawler room because of problems with other kids.” ‘Other kids?’ I grumbled to myself. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. I know mothers are worried about their littles getting bullied, but here we’re really good about keeping that from happening.” “I hope you’re right,” Ivy said to her, still hanging onto me. “If you’ll just pass her over to me, I’ll get her where she’s supposed to go,” the girl told her. She squeezed me tight and kissed me on the forehead, “Be a good girl Holly,” she told me. I rolled my eyes, “Yes Mommy,” I told her. A second later a part of me wanted to cling to her and not be given to the woman. I could see a part of her wanted to not hand me over too. ‘Apparently being together and mostly alone with someone for a while messes with your head…’ I thought to myself. ‘Of course, nursing from her probably has too…’ I let myself be carried from the room and was soon deposited in the toddler room that I had been in the week before. It was a really large room, probably as big as many daycares were on their own back home… A room with cribs opened up off to the side for naps, while the main room featured several changing tables lined up along one wall. Another door revealed a bathroom with short toilets for any genuine toddlers that might be toilet training to get ready for the preschool class. From what I’d read though, many of the preschoolers probably still used their diapers as well, so that wasn’t the pre-req to advance here. That was simply being the age of two from what I could tell - or in my case just being the height of a baby… I sighed as I walked around. Several littles sat watching a TV on the other side of the room. From the warnings Ivy had given me, as well as the ones I’d seen online yesterday, I steered clear of that end of the room. ‘I already did some damage that day I watched that building show…’ I shuddered a bit not knowing what I had exposed myself to. I knew that my accidents, thumb sucking, and pacifier urges had begun really taking hold not long after that. A wall of bookshelves ran along the outer area of the TV area with numerous baby books and picture books placed neatly away. One little had a book out, but instead of reading it they were chewing on the corner. Another sigh… I knew if I wanted to have a smooth time here, I needed to pretend like I was actually the twenty-month old toddler I appeared to be. Last time they didn’t realize I was a little because of my acting. I didn’t know if I could do that all of the time though! ‘Plus, they probably actually have my information now,’ I grumbled. ‘If nothing else it sounds like ‘regressed’ littles get treated better…’ I stuck my thumb in my mouth to try and help with that image while I kept exploring. In one corner I found a few actual toddlers playing with some simple block toys, and a mixture of real toddlers and littles looked to be playing house. The real toddlers had the littles on the ground and were lifting their legs into the air pretending to change their diapers. It was unbelievable to me that a ‘toddler’ could still be eighteen or so inches taller than me! I quickly decided that was another corner to avoid after my experience with Kelly this weekend. The final corner of possibilities featured a couple of littles coloring on their stomachs. Somehow this seemed safer than the other options so I walked over there. “Cowor?” I tried to speak babyishly. “Knock yourself out kid,” the boy said. I looked at him curiously. He wore a fairly plain diaper and a blue shirt with characters on it. The diaper was already drooping from what I hoped was only pee, while the shirt had splatters of goo from missed spoons of what I assumed was baby food. Knowing that most toddlers just do their own thing I took the offered crayons and coloring book and began coloring. I made sure that my masterpiece was as terrible as it should be expected, grabbing onto the crayon wrong as I did so. “When are we making the move?” one of the girls asked him. “You can’t talk about this with a new person here…” the boy hissed. “Look at her, even if she’s not a real baby, her brain is as mushy as your diaper.” The boy sighed, “They’ve had some complications. It’ll be a few weeks still.” “Few weeks?” the girl whined, “I’m so sick of pissing and shitting myself…” “And you don’t think I am?” He asked as I heard a loud fart, “If we move too soon that’ll be permanent and your brain will be like hers,” he said towards me. “Watch out, she’s coming,” the other girl said. “Are you all playing nicely with our new baby girl?” “Yes Nanny,” the girl said. “She’s not very good at coloring though.” “Well, babies take a while to learn, don’t they?” She nodded and I kept coloring. I had wet my diaper at some point and I felt the woman pull down on the bloomers to expose my diaper. “Looks like you can wait a bit longer for a change honey, but let’s pull these bloomers off so that Nanny can see your diapee easier,” she told me. I was flipped on my back and she pulled them off. I was not happy about it, but I pretended I didn’t care all that much. She tickled me for a moment, “What a good little baby girl!” I giggled. “Now you on the other hand Seth, it’s time for your change. You stinky!” “Stinky!” He giggled back at her. I started at that and looked up as she carried him away for a second before concentrating on my ‘masterpiece’ some more. “I don’t know how he does that so well?” one of the girls said to the other. “Sabrina it’s because he took his training seriously. I’m still shocked that you haven’t ended up getting mindfucked for your behavior,” she hissed at her. I pretended not to understand the conversation, but I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on with them. Something seemed very off with the three of them. I watched the room around me as I colored and tried to get a feel for everything else going on. After a little while I heard a commotion over where the toddlers had been playing house with the littles. One of the toddlers was wailing and I could see a short muscle-bound man standing there with nothing but his diaper on. I guessed his age at about twenty-three as he squared off to the crying toddler, “I told you not to hit me!” A daycare worker swiftly picked up the crying real baby while another easily picked up the man and put him over her knee. I watched as the diaper was ripped off his butt and he shouted, “What the hell? He was punching me! I didn’t do anything but push the brat away!” Just as the large hand began forcibly spanking the man. I could hear the slaps loudly from where I was, and the red palm prints on the man’s naked butt were visible even from the other side of the room. Ten fell before the man began to cry out loud for them to stop. Another ten fell and he was sobbing uncontrollably... but they didn’t stop. I morbidly watched on and counted until the number was past one hundred and twenty. The large woman finally stopped the beating, and from my vantage point the poor man's butt was bruising blue and purple colors already. In my dimension I would have immediately reported any abuse like that to child protective services. ‘And this is a fucking hospital daycare?!?’ I thought to myself. ‘Mandatory reporters would do this?!?’ He was blubbering incoherently as she carried him to the changing table. I watched her secure his wrists above him, the normal chest belt went across, and he was quickly rediapered into a diaper so thick it could have been a pillow. “I guess you’re just not cut out to be a toddler, we’ll keep you in this newborn diaper today and talk with your mommy about the further treatments you’ll need before we’ll let you back in this daycare. I don’t think we’ll want you back even as a crawler now. So, if you come back, you’ll be toothless, drooling, and having a great time on your tummy when we put you on it for tummy time! That’s definitely what’s best for our wittle baby boy if your Mommy decides to bring you back.” The man didn’t respond in words, but wails formed in his mouth again before a pacifier was shoved in his mouth and inflated. He was hauled away to another room then as muffled wails faded. I was glad I had followed my gut and went to color… I forced myself to turn back to the page I was scribbling on and went back to it. ‘What the fucking hell?!?’ IVY WAS GLAD when she could clean up from the surgery a few hours later. She looked at her watch and saw she was a little early and could probably collect Holly for lunch, but wouldn’t be able to waste much time if she did. She debated about what to do when Macey came out of a nearby room. “Just get done?” she asked her. “Yes, the little girl should be fine,” Ivy told her. “I just need to go out and update her parents and then I figure I’ll get a bite to eat before she wakes up.” “Mind company?” “Sure…” she thought for a moment, “I’d thought about getting Holly to bring her to lunch.” “First day for both of you, right?” “Yes…” she said nervously. “Then let me give you a piece of mommy-to-mommy advice. Let her eat her lunch down there today. They’ll be able to put her down for her nap, and then you can pick up a happy little girl who is excited to see you save her from daycare. If you go down now, then you’ll both just have to deal with the separation issues you just dealt with this morning all over again when you leave her again.” ‘That makes a lot of sense…’ Ivy thought to herself. She sighed, “You’re probably right.” “Of course, I am, that’s why I’m your best friend!” They talked for a few more moments before Ivy went to the waiting room and found the little girl's parents. “How is she?” they asked immediately. “Jade is doing great,” she filled them in before heading back and finding a spare set of scrubs to change into. Lunch with Macey would probably do her some good. I HAD BEEN growing bored with faking interest in coloring about the time that the daycare workers decided it was time for an organized activity. One of them took my ‘snack’ bottle I’d nursed empty from next to me, while the other led me to a large colored carpet in another section of the room. They gathered us all into a circle and began singing songs and telling some stories to us. Next we were forced to play a game of duck-duck-goose, and in spite of my annoyance, I actually had fun running around. Midway through the game the woman who had abused the poor man collected me in her arms saying, “My you have a wet diapee baby, better get you all dry, huh?” I tried to not shake with fear at the idea of this abusive stranger changing me. She put me down on one of the changing tables and strapped me across the chest with the attached belt. I noted the other straps that I had seen her use on the fighting little and others that morning. Each of them had seemed to antagonize her and fought with her though. To my relief since I lay still, she just used the normal chest strap and pushed up the skirt of my dress. She blew a raspberry on my belly and tickled me for a moment to make me giggle. ‘Another person trying to avoid changing my diaper again too soon,’ I thought cynically, ‘I really am tired of them all using that against me!’ I could feel the diaper grow wetter though as she tickled me so I knew it worked. Obviously, a pro, she made short work of the diaper change. It felt gentle, just like with Ivy for the most part, except her gloved hands felt foreign as she touched me. She wiped me and had me back playing with everyone else very quickly. When I was back in the game, she grabbed another of my classmates. About the time that everyone was getting tired of playing the game another woman came in and started calling names out. Most of the room’s occupants except myself and another girl were soon lined up and grabbing onto a rope with large colored plastic rings on it. I watched as they left us there, wondering what was going on and why I was left. “Okay you two, let’s get you your extra special lunches and tucked into your cribs for your naps! She was so happy and smiling as she said that. She seemed to consider us both for a second before going to a counter and bringing back two bottles labeled with my ‘Holly’ and ‘Kylie’ on them. She put them down on a table next to a rocking chair before saying, “Come here girls so we can get you fed.” I watched Kylie toddle over to her and slowly followed behind her. She picked Kylie up and sat her on her lap with her head cuddled into her right armpit. “Come on baby girl, you can come up here too,” she told me. I didn’t want to get in trouble, so I walked over and with her help climbed onto her lap. She pushed the nipple of my bottle into my lips and I began nursing from it. ‘I guess Ivy couldn’t make it…’ I was annoyed, but also knew that it was unreasonable to assume she would have definitely been able to come get me. The bottle tasted like Ivy’s milk, but it wasn’t quite the right temperature… and the nipple didn’t feel right in my mouth. Still I continued nursing since I knew it was the only lunch I was going to get. Midway through the bottle I began feeling sleepy and decided it wasn’t worth fighting it. IVY AND MACEY had a great conversation over a quick lunch before she headed back to the recovery unit. She had been checking over her patient’s vitals for a few minutes before she began to stir. Once she was sure that the little girl was awake and reunited with her parents, she signed out of the hospital and gathered her things up to head downstairs to the daycare. “Hi, I’m here to pick up Holly Nickerson?” “Hi Doctor Nickerson, can you just put your ID here really quick to scan it and I’ll take you back there? The system shows she’s still in her crib having her afternoon nap. She was put down about an hour ago after her bottle… You can wake her up yourself and I’m sure she’ll be so excited to see her mommy!” Ivy smiled at her, and let her ID be scanned before being led back. Holly was indeed sleeping in a crib sucking on her pacifier, the ballooned shape of the diaper told her she needed changed. She leaned over and picked her up gently and asked, “Where’s her bag? I should change her before we leave.” “Her cubbies right over here,” a woman said. Ivy was able to gently change Holly’s diaper without her stirring a bit. “How was she today?” “She was a little sweetheart! If I didn’t know she was a little, I wouldn’t have thought she was. She was a good little artist who colored most of the morning before we played some games.” “What do the others play with?” “Well there’s dolls and a play kitchen, and of course a TV to watch their favorite programs.” “Regression shows?” “Well… we do have parents that like them to watch a few?” “Please make sure she doesn’t watch those?” “Somehow I think she already thought that, but we’ll make a note on that.” Ivy looked around and thought that her brilliant little girl being here day in and day out would probably get more bored than she would like to admit. “Is there any way she could use her tablet here?” “We really discourage parents from leaving their littles attached to games on their tablets. They don’t interact with anyone else that way… Hurts their regression too,” she told her. “She doesn’t play games, mostly reads?” “You still want her to be able to read?” The lady asked in shock. “Most of our parents have intentionally removed that ability. The way she acts I assumed she had been fully regressed?” “I’m not most parents, and she’s not most littles,” she told her. “Is it possible?” “I’d need to talk to my boss. Realistically I’m thinking we’ll have to say no. It would probably cause some fights and drama with the other littles in the room. There are plenty of picture books in our library she can look at though?” Ivy sighed and wondered what she needed to do there. “If you can at least ask for me? We won’t be back for a few weeks since I’ll be finishing up my maternity leave.” “If you’re on maternity leave why’d you come in today?” “VIP patient that I was coerced into overseeing her surgery. I have a couple of extra weeks of leave tacked onto my leave in exchange.” “That’s good,” she said as she walked with Ivy out of the toddler’s room. She looked inside the infant’s room as she passed and saw a man bound with mittens, a locking pacifier, and physically tied down in a crib. He looked positively miserable! A part of her suddenly felt even guiltier of leaving her little Holly with these people. ‘I know I said they couldn’t do those things to her… but what could happen?’ She silently carried Holly to the front, but squeezed her just a bit tighter as she walked out of the main door to the daycare. ‘We’ll just have to limit her time there as much as we can…’ she thought to herself unrealistically. She needed to work, and it was apparent from the previous incident that Holly wasn’t welcome elsewhere in the hospital. She gently strapped the girl into her car seat and was just about to close the door when she stirred. I JUMPED, OR at least tried to when I realized I wasn’t in the daycare I’d last remembered. I looked up and saw Ivy and relaxed, “I slept all the way out to the car?” I was a little surprised by the pacifier in my mouth, but she seemed to understand me still. “Yep, you just had a bottle about an hour ago?” she said with a shrug, “You were probably just still out from that. Let’s go home and I’ll find you a snack since you only had a baba for lunch.” I stared at her as she closed my door and took off, wondering if she knew the Hell that she left me in earlier. ‘Probably not…’ I thought to myself. There was a part of me that could see where the amazon's blind spot came in with us. I was the size of a baby, so therefore I should be treated as a baby… That would mean taking me to daycare just like you would a baby since she couldn’t possibly safely leave me at home by myself. ‘I wonder if there’s anything else I can do there… just coloring every day for the rest of my life is going to suck…’ I sighed as I realized that I continued to nurse at the pacifier pretty much on autopilot. It wasn’t a long drive home, so she soon had me out of the car seat and standing on the floor of the kitchen. “Do you want something else for lunch?” “Is it that early still?” “They do lunch an hour earlier at the daycare than we usually eat, so you still have several hours until we normally eat dinner,” Ivy told me while bending down to my level. I shrugged, “I don’t care… a sandwich or something would work.” “Grilled cheese?” she asked. “Okay,” I told her. She turned to make it and I walked over to the coffee table where my tablet was sitting. I placed it up onto the couch before climbing up it like a mountain climber. Settled down on the couch I found another medical journal to read and made it through about half of the abstracts of that month’s issues when Ivy came for me. “What are you reading?” I told her about the journal I had found specializing in nanotechnology. It was one she was very familiar with and we had a very cerebral discussion about it then. ‘Almost makes up for the day of coloring…’ I thought to myself. I was full after about half of the sandwich since the bread was so large. “I don’t think I can eat the rest of this,” I told Ivy. She looked at me and nodded, “You had a bottle earlier too, so that probably has you still kind of full. Do you need to take a nap?” I shook my head, “I just slept like an hour or two!” “Want to go play outside?” “Can I go to my playhouse?” I asked her. “Sure, I’ll bring you a bottle of juice in a little bit too,” she told me. I grimaced but followed her to the back door and tried to go into my playhouse, but it was locked. “Mommy, would you please let me in?” I asked. “Tell you what, why don’t you try the play equipment…” she started to say and I felt my face fall. “What’s wrong?” I sighed, “You remember I really am an adult?” “You’re not here though,” she told me. “Please? Just let me do my own thing for a bit? This morning I had my fill of ‘pretending’ to be a baby. The worst was watching one of the women engage in what I would term child abuse if it was a child! Just because some poor guy just tried to defend himself from a bully toddler a foot taller than him! I can’t take anymore pretending right now!” She looked at me and I could see the expression in her eyes debating a response. Having been around her long enough I could tell she was one step from just turning around and leaving me there, but after a grimace she nodded, “Okay…” She used the keypad and unlocked my playhouse. I opened my small door and watched her gigantic form go to the house with her shoulders slightly slumped. ‘Why do I feel like I just kicked a puppy?’ I thought to myself annoyed. I decided I didn’t give a shit, and walked to the small coffee table where I had left my laptop plugged in and charging. I liked the tablet, but I knew without a doubt it was being monitored. My internet usage on her computer could have been monitored initially, but I had since taken some steps to use a network someone else had setup for littles to safely use. ‘I hope it is safe…’ I thought to myself. I was doing research on seeing if there was any hope of escaping my contract with her, seeing if there was any other option to avoid daycare, checking their sites to see if I could do anything other than just look cute and shit my pants… None of it was good news. Just the stupid chip that I knew was implanted in me took any options of just running away and getting to a portal out as an option. Apparently, a scanner at the entrance would start blaring a warning about me the second I stepped in. ‘I wonder how that one man got away?’ I had thought about it more and more and couldn’t help but figure he had to have been chipped at one point himself. ‘Someone like that may have just cut the damn thing out of his skin.’ I could probably do that myself, but I had no clothing that would make me look like a free little at this point. Everyone would see an unaccompanied baby because of my face, and I was certain to be stopped. I sat there for a couple hours trying to find a way out of the now meaningless life I was trapped into when I heard the handle of the door begin to open. Three pre-programmed shortcut keys later there was no trace of my online adventures and it looked like I was just playing a game I had installed. She closed the door behind her and sat down in front of me. I closed the lid politely as she asked, “Can we talk?” I sighed, “About?” “About the fact that… Well… I get it.” “Get what?” “I get that you’re not really a baby… even though I want you to be.” I snorted, “So why keep up the charade? There’s got to be something else I can do other than be a pretend baby in daycare all day?” “Was it really that bad?” I sighed and put my computer beside me on the ground, “I pretended the first part of the day that I was a baby who couldn’t color inside the lines so everyone would think I was either a baby, or at least a fully regressed little, so they wouldn’t pick on me. Then I played ‘duck duck goose’ with a bunch of regressed littles and babies running around in a circle before having my diaper changed and naked body exposed to everyone else in the room. Finally, I was given a bottle of your breast milk and put down for a nap… does that sound like it was a very stimulating morning?” I looked at her and was surprised to see some tears in her eyes, “No, it doesn’t.” “Then to make it worse some poor guy had the ‘nerve’ to push away an amazon toddler who was grabbing at him and hurting him. What happens to him? He gets beaten to within an inch of his life by one of the daycare workers! This is in a hospital daycare where surely there would have to be some mandatory reporting laws?!?” I was just getting going. “So, what happens after the beating? He’s immobilized and taunted that he’s going to be kicked out unless his mommy brings him back as a newborn without teeth and being unable to move.” “I’m sorry,” she said with tears in her eyes. “I…” “So… why? Why torture me by keeping me like this?” “I can’t undo your adoption,” she told me. “Could you send me home?” She shook her head, “Definitely not before the two-year period is up,” she told me. “Why?” “Contracts… you signed one, but so did I. If I try to send you back before the two years are up, they won’t send you back. They’ll just place you with another family.” I grimaced at that, I knew that as bad as things seemed, this was far better than another home would be. “Do I have to go to a daycare? Is there another option?” “I could probably have my mom watch you some of the time, but I’m pretty sure she’d inadvertently regress you.” “How?” “Put on a TV show, feed you little food, who knows…?” She told me. “Plus, if something came up that she couldn’t watch you, she’d just want to drop you off at Katie’s daycare.” “And that’s definitely not a better option…” I told her. “No, I don’t trust Katie any more than you do.” “Kelly might be worse actually,” I told her. She frowned but nodded. “Look, I did ask if maybe I could send your tablet with you…” “What did they say?” “They weren’t really in favor of it but promised to ask.” I sighed and pushed on the front of my diaper. “Thanks for doing that at least… can you change me please?” “Sure sweetie,” she told me and gathered me up in her arms. I was carried inside and changed before she put me in my high chair for dinner that was ready. IVY COULDN’T HELP but feel like her world had turned upside down in one afternoon. Things had been like a dream – getting better every day! Then all of the sudden it was like the fake walls fell down and she was left with a guilty conscience. She had known how brilliant Nick had been in his dimension… ‘Why did I think he could be happy like this?’ She looked at Holly sitting across from her and felt her heart breaking. The little girl was eating the homemade chicken noodle soup carefully, even though she had a bib on. It almost made her smile as a noodle splashed back in the bowl, but the look in her eyes reminded her of a broken animal. Everything she had done; she’d done it slowly in the hopes of never seeing those eyes on her own littles face. ‘I don’t even wish I’d ripped the Band-Aid off quickly,’ she admitted to herself. She’d done everything she could to be humane, but the problem was the larger world was anything but humane. She could do everything she could for her little girl at home… but the truth was she needed someone else to care for her if she couldn’t. If Holly was left alone by herself, LPS would get involved and remove her to a worse place. A nanny or babysitter wasn’t a better solution than the daycare either. She wanted to grab her in her arms and just hug her and tell her it was okay… but she knew that because of today it wasn’t. They could pretend all they wanted at home, but it was unlikely to last past the door of the house. The rest of the meal continued in silence and nothing was said between the two of them as she gave Holly her bath. She tried a couple times to say something, but the words just weren’t there. Ivy thought that maybe Holly had the same problem. They ended the night together when she told Holly, “I won’t make you nurse tonight if you don’t want to…” She watched her little shrug, “Might as well… it’s the closest thing to getting drunk and passing out that I get.” Ivy wanted to shout at her about the inappropriateness of the statement, but didn’t entirely blame her after the day that she had. Sitting in the rocking chair she stroked Holly’s hair lightly as she nursed from her breast. It was the first time since she’d picked her up from daycare that she saw tension leave the muscles of the little girl at all. A simple lullaby came from her mouth as she watched her nurse. She held the sleeping little long after she’d finished nursing and fallen asleep. It broke her heart to feel like she had broken this little girl so. ‘I wish I could honor the deal I first told her…’ she admitted to herself as she placed her into her crib. “I love you Holly,” she told her and leaned in to kiss the sleeping girl’s forehead. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading. Please let me know what you think with a like and or a comment!

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I just need to say that last night I put on a “Uristeath” catheter, when I woke up this morning I was feeling for the tube and bag, when it came out of the condom part and sprayed me with pee, lucky I had pulled the sheets back and I also had a towel under me. (LOL to me)[emoji4] I think I’ll have a (golden) shower and clean up. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk