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It was late February, and I needed a new place to stay fast. I found a listing in the most unlikely place due to a sudden, passing glance, and now I was getting ready to spend my first night. The landlady seemed like a nice woman on the phone, and the photo of the house looked like it was going through renovations--but the price was right. What did I have to lose? I got there to find Ms. Yang a few years younger than me, and considerably smaller. That being said, she had a unusual silent intensity about her which suggested she wasn't to be crossed. This was her house, and I was a paying guest. Her dark eyes stared silently at me as I took in my new room. It was nearly empty, aside from a black futon raised off the floor on a metal frame. "We have to get you ready for bed, it's late." She said. "Sorry it's so empty in here, I have things in the other room still. I will bring them." She held my shoulder and pushed me down onto the bed gently before being off. I took that as 'you're staying in bed for the night,' and didn't want to get back up again out of respect. I was pretty tired after all. Before long she returned with a thick, comfy looking folded blanket, which she placed on the foot of the bed before looking me up and down warmly. She was silent for a few seconds, before speaking firmly, but in a motherly and soft way. "Is that all you have? Where are your clothes?" I had to admit to her that I didn't have much. A suitcase of odds and ends was on the way, but that was about it. "Well, I have a single suitcase on the way," My voice shook. She looked at me with a sympathetic, but largely unreadable gaze. "Okay, can I help you? I have clothes you can wear to bed," She asked softly before reaching for the waistband of my sweats. I didn't resist her gentle touch, as unusual as it was, and allowed myself to be pushed onto my back by her so she could take them off. She smiled faintly and then was gone again. I was left in a tattered pair of boxer shorts, and a tee shirt. All while being in a mostly empty room. I couldn't complain about the hospitality, the vibe I was getting was that I was being welcomed in as a part of the family. There was an unspoken warmth and expectation of care that felt incredible, I wasn't about to divorce myself from that feeling which I hadn't known in so long. She returned again with a pile of garments which she laid down beside the blanket swiftly, before returning to focus on my midsection. "I have new underwear for you," she showed me two pairs of loose-fitting shorts, one in dark grey, the other in neutral skin tone. They looked like they were from Asia. I hesitated as she reached for my underwear. "Don't worry," she said warmly. I let her guide me into laying my head back on the pillow she brought, and then she slid down my old shorts, revealing my bare bottom. She held up what looked like a disposable diaper. "Do you pee in the night?" I did have to pee, I wasn't sure if I should ask her to get out of bed or not. She seemed to want me to stay there for the moment. I hadn't wet the bed in ages though, if at all. "Rarely." I replied. She made a funny face which suggested a bit of anxiety, before regaining her firm composure. "Please wear it?" She asked. Evidently she didn't have much faith in my toilet training, but I consented. "Sure, I'll wear it." It's just a diaper, it's not like they hurt to wear. I didn't expect that I'd be putting my diaper on by myself at this point. I let her guide me into laying on my side as she slid the opened brief underneath where I was laying moments before. She used a soft but firm grip as she returned me to my original position. Then, she pulled the front panel of my diaper up and spread my legs out a bit. I watched on in a deep sleepy calm as she fastened all four of the plastic tabs snug. She put her hand on my shoulder again and stared into my eyes in a wistful, motherly way. "Feel better?" she cooed. "They're comfortable," I replied, looking up at her in a half-asleep feeling of innocence. Wordlessly she began sliding up a pair of the shorts. She tucked them into the diaper below a little bit, which made them cozy and snug. Following soon after was the second pair. She made the waistband snap as she smiled at me. "All ready for bed." I answered her with a sleepy smile as she pulled the blanket she brought over me and tucked me in. The blanket, and room, was a little chilly and I shivered, which reminded me of my need to pee. I wondered if I should ask her about a quick visit to the toilet. I didn't even know where it was in the house yet. For all I knew, it was in renovation. "Can you take me to the bathroom?" I asked with a yawn. She shook her head. "No, it's time for bed." She cooed, putting her hand on my shoulder again. She began to stroke me with her thumb. "Use the diaper." I did what she said and began to pee effortlessly while laying on my back under the sheets I was cozily tucked into. I wasn't sure whether a drop was spilled or not, and wasn't sure how much I'd actually wet. It would be hard to check with two pairs of shorts over top. I realized I was pretty sleepy, and didn't care much. I was safely tucked away for the night, that's all that mattered. It seems like she noticed the newfound ease and sleepiness that fell over my face after my release. "That better?" "Yeah." "Night night," She said with a smile and wave. "Night." She turned off the lights and closed the bedroom door. The diaper didn't feel clammy or uncomfortable as my pee rested inside it. Didn't expect that. I fell asleep almost immediately, and it was one of the best sleeps of my life.

When I woke in the morning, Ms. Yang was in my room quietly putting up a picture frame on the far wall. I yawned, and she noticed I was awake. "How was your sleep? Good?" "Yeah, the best." I replied with another yawn. "Wait a moment, I have to get something for you," she said before exiting the room. Before long she'd returned with what looked like a bottle of baby powder, and some wipes, along with a new pair of sweat pants. "You peed, but you don't need to shower, it's fine--I can clean you." I laid back without protest as she began to pull my blanket off. It was chilly, and I shivered. Almost immediately she laid the blanket back over top of me again and I reveled in the warmth. She guided me into sitting up against the wall on the bed, and she piled the blankets on top of me before getting back to work accessing my diaper. I lifted up so both pairs of shorts could be slid down to my ankles. It was at this point that I got my first glimpse of the diaper I was in. There was a heavy sag in the front area, which was deeply stained with pee. Seeing the yellowed but not uncomfortable fabric reminded my bladder that it wanted to go. I released in the diaper again as Ms. Yang was putting baby powder in an open brief she grabbed from under my bed. Wait, what? "Am I in another one?" I asked. "Yes, but don't worry. It's only temporary." She cooed, while simultaneously being quietly commanding. I allowed her to begin changing my dirty diaper. She looked at me funny for a moment, before squishing the fabric around my private parts gently. "You peed again, didn't you?" Ms. Yang asked, eyeing me quizzically. "I did, I'm sorry," I replied. She must have noticed how warm the brief was. "I was wearing one anyway, right?" "Mmm. That's good, not a problem," She replied, smiling. She held me as she slid the clean diaper under me. After returning me to my original position again, she began undoing the tabs on my squishy night-pants. I watched her as she watched my diaper area intently. She was very pretty. She took her time cleaning me off and after what seemed like a forever, I felt the front panel of a clean diaper being lifted around me. With four tabs in place, I was snugly strapped in for a morning of wetting my pants. "That's better, all clean," She said, looking at me invitingly. I felt on the verge of tears out of nowhere, it felt so nice to be cared for. "Can I have a hug?" I asked, voice wavering. Wordlessly, Ms. Yang got under the covers beside me, and held me, stroking my hair.

So this is the last chapter! I've really enjoyed this story. It's a bit different then my usual style - but it's good to try new things! It wasn't as diaper focused as some of my other stories, but I think that's okay :) I will be posted (eventually) a bonus chapter (that will be a bit more diaper-focused). also the next 2 chapters of my newest story (more abdl related haha) is on my Patreon page! But I'll be posting it on here next Monday! :) https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Chapter Ten At that moment, she had no thoughts or reasons for the past or even her future. Delilah's thoughts were solely focused on the moment with Prince Henry. Her thoughts were in the past when the person broke her heart she thought she was supposed to be with. She also wasn't thinking about the fact her father released her from her duty of marriage. She was now free to rule the country without having a husband. No, she was too focused on him at the moment. Because right now, nothing else seemed to matter. His warm breath again her cheek as she kissed his neck. His heart was racing in his chest as she pressed down upon him, straddling on top. She was never one to be so aggressive, believe it or not. She always let the man take the lead, but something inside her broke free and was released into the wild. "Wait," he said as she continued to work her way downward, letting her hands feel him all about. "Why?" She asked him. "Do you not like this?" "I-I do," he admitted, "It's just that…" "Shut up," she said, pressing her lips against his. He opened his mouth to speak once again but shut it. She got off of him, but only long enough to strip down to her bra and underwear, instructing him to get undressed as well, leaving him only in a diaper. "Do you enjoy wearing this?" She asked him. He blushed, unable to find any words to speak, but he nodded his head. "I think you look adorable." She said as she bit her lip. "I always used it for humiliation purposes, to push people away….but now." She pressed her fingers against his wet diaper even more, to the point she could feel his hard dick beneath it. "Now, it is exciting." She pressed her lips against him, pressing her body against his as he wrapped his arm around her, and she felt a chill run down her spine. How come he was affecting her like this? How come she wanted more? She wanted to continue to kiss him, to touch him, for him to touch her. She wanted to feel him, to know him. "Stop," he said again, and this time, she obeyed. "You don't want me?" She asked, and he shook his head. "Of course I do," he told her, "but I don't want to rush into things…I want to do if…properly." She pushed herself off of him; she felt like a fool. "I'm sorry." "Don't apologize." "I'm an idiot; here I am throwing myself onto you and…." She felt the tears sting her eyes. "Delilah," he whispered, "It's not that I don't….I mean, look at you! You're gorgeous! But, I don't want to ruin something…that could become something amazing." "You're right," Delilah said, "I got a bit carried away." Prince Henry kissed her on the cheek. "I do really like you. Perhaps tomorrow night, we can an actual date?" "I would like that," Delilah admitted to him. Prince Henry grabbed her hand and gave her a gentle squeeze before he got up and got dressed. She watched him, not saying a word. She had a million thoughts going through her mind and wasn't sure if there were any words to say. She still felt like a little bit of a fool for coming onto him so strongly, but she felt reassured by his words when he said it was okay. "Get some sleep," he said once he was fully dressed, bending down to kiss her on top of her head as he started to make his way to the door, "good night." "Good night," she whispered back. Once he was gone, she went to take a shower and get ready for bed – but had a hard time falling asleep – as she only thought about him pressed up against her. "Come on, dear, we need to get you ready," Sylvia said as she was brushing Delilah's hair the following night. "Oh, Sylvia, I'm nervous." "It will be fine," Sylvia hummed. "But, what if I screw it up again?" "You're not going too," Sylvia said, "you're a great person; anyone would be lucky to be with you." Delilah smiled at those reassuring words. She decided to wear a light blue dress this evening with her official date with Prince Henry. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of how tonight would plan out. About half an hour later of getting dressed, she heard a knock on the door. It was him. She took her time opening the door, seeing him standing there, all dressed up in a dark navy suit. He looked so handsome. "You look amazing," He said with a smile as he held out his arm to her, "are you ready?" "Yes," she said as she linked her arm with his and followed him down the corridor. She had no idea what exactly he was planning. He soon brought her to a horse-drawn carriage, helping her inside the carriage carefully as the two snow-white horses prodded their feet impatiently. "Wow," she said as they rode along the castle grounds, "where are we going?" "It's a surprise," he told her. It wasn't long before she figured out exactly where he was taking her. The village, the night when the rouges attacked, got stuck in a cavern because of the rain. They pulled up to the cavern that they stayed at, but it looked a bit different. A large blanket was laid upon the ground, with a small table and two chairs—a lantern sitting in the middle of the table to light up the cave. "Oh, my," Delilah breathed out, her heart pounding in her chest. It was so simple, but yet so much at the same time. "This was the place that you first let your guard down around me," he said as he helped her off the steps, "I want us to take our first steps at a relationship…here." "It's amazing," she said, "no one has ever done anything like this before." "Not everyone is me," he said with a wink. He held out the chair for her, helping her slide into the table. He then left for a moment, walking back to the carriage to grab a large basket that held their food. Inside was some chicken, veggies, rice, and some cake for dessert. "I hope you like it," Prince Henry said, "I'm not the best cook." "You cooked this?!" Delilah asked in amazement. "Yes," he answered. "Oh wow," Delilah said, "that's amazing. I'll admit, I never cooked anything in my life." "I'll teach you," he said with a smile as he plopped a piece of chicken in his mouth. Delilah smiled as she took a bite, as well. "This is delicious." "Thank you," he said. "What else do you know?" Delilah asked him. "Learning to cook isn't something a prince usually knows." "I can do many things, a man of many talents," Prince Henry said with a laugh, "besides all the typical training a 'young prince' must know, and besides cooking, I'm also pretty good with a paintbrush." "Oh, I would love to see some of your work," Delilah told him. "Anytime," he said, "one day, we will have to go back to my hometown; it's quite beautiful there." "I've never been away from Andverde," Delilah admitted, "but I would love to be able to explore the world." "Let's do it then," Prince Henry told her, "the only ones stopping us…is well us." "I can't," Delilah said with a laugh, "though it's a nice dream. I have a country to worry about." "You're not the queen yet, Delilah," he told her, "your whole focus doesn't have to be on your kingdom. You can still live for yourself as well." "But it's my duty," she told him, "I need to do what is best for them. I can't just run off and do whatever. My father wants – " "Who cares what your father wants. What do you want?" Delilah opened her mouth to speak but then shut it back. What did she want? She thought she got what she wanted when her father said she didn't have to get married to rule over the country – but then what? Was that all she wanted from her life? "I can't just leave; I can't just run away like that…" "You're not running away," Prince Henry told her, "you'll be gaining experience, you'll be seeing the world from a new perspective, I believe that it will help you grow – and therefore become an even better Queen." "Perhaps you are right." She said with a smile. They spent the next two hours sitting there talking, laughing, telling each other stories of their youth. Delilah couldn't remember when the last time she felt so free. The more they sat there and spoke, the more she felt herself falling for him. His words about them traveling through weighed down upon her, and right as he was about to drop her off back at her room, she grabbed him by the shoulder and said. "Let's do it; let's travel." A month later, both of them were on the road, set to travel for a year – when Delilah came back, she would be coordinated as the new Queen of Andverde. Delilah was nervous about traveling the world and really excited – mostly since she was with Prince Henry. "Are you ready?" He asked as he entangled his fingers with hers, and she nodded her head. "Yes, I'm ready." He kissed her gently on the lips. "Then, let's start our adventure."

CHAPTER 4 It was great to catch up with Katie on Monday. We went and grabbed some drinks and a small bite. I usually like when my date takes my pants off, but it was nice to keep them on after the doctor’s visit last week. We had such a great time that we decided to see each other again tonight. Thankfully she is understanding of my desire to limit my public outings while I heal up, so we are doing our old Pizza/Movie date nights from when we were younger. Just this time with alcohol instead of juice boxes! And of course, I’ll be the one with the embarrassing underwear this time. But we are not going to dwell on that! Buzzzz....My phone goes off with a text from Katie saying she is pulling up now. Pizza is also on its way so it’s good timing. Hey! Hey back at ya, come on in. Let me grab your bag, show you around a bit. I gave her a quick tour of my place and headed back to the kitchen. I grabbed a couple beers out of the fridge and a quick cheers and the night was on. We got caught up on each other’s week so far and the pizza arrived shortly after that. Thanks again for staying in tonight. I’m sure a fancy steakhouse with cocktails and wine, maybe a club afterwards is probably more your speed, but, well... Nonsense CJ, I’ve been looking forward to this Pizza Date all week actually! Ok, so this is a date, huh? I wasn’t sure what to call it, not that I spent a lot of time this week thinking about it, but enough. Hey, call it what you want. But I’m calling it our Pizza Date, just like old times. Whatever happens, happens. And just for future reference, this girl has never been a “club girl”. Future reference, got it. Ok, good to know. How’s the pizza? Need something else to drink besides the beer? Great! Sure, I’ll take a juice box if you got one! We can make it really like old times, ha! Still hitting those grape juice boxes just as hard as you used to? Your Mom used to ration those out like crack when you were younger. Man, you loved those things!! Awww, you remembered my flavor! Yeah, I know right, I think she counted them before she left and again when she came back to make sure you didn’t give me an extra one. She was so afraid that I would sugar overload on you or something. Well, if my memory serves me right, I think she was also worried about something else too. What was that??? Hey, don’t you start mister Oh, I know...she was afraid of that Ms Moons would show up and wreck the party!!! Ohhhhh, ok. I was wondering when you were going to bring up my nickname. I hated it whenever you would call me that. Well, to be honest, you did earn it! Listen, that happened like once or twice. Waaaaay less than you and my Mom made it out to be. You guys made it seem like an everyday thing. Her face was starting to get as red as the sauce on the pizza. Besides, not my fault. I think some of them were just made poorly. Really, made poorly? Yeah, and I’ll have you know, that the same brand now holds more today than it ever did back then. Even they knew they needed to make them better. Otherwise, what’s with the new and improved!?!? She then went into a spirited defense on the quality of her pull-ups back then, store brand vs “the good ones” as she called them. And I just stood back with my beer and a smile as she presented her case. She is cute when she sticks up for herself. Actually she’s cute all the time, beautiful is more like it. In fact, little Katie Mason has grown up to be this smart, beautiful women. So what, pizza first, teasing second. Was that your plan? Has the teasing part of the night commenced? Because, I’m not a little girl anymore I can fight back you know. Ms Moons is gone, you now have Power Moon Woman to deal with. What do you have to say about that!?!? She stands up and starts hitting her best superhero poses, flexing and all. Which made both of us start busting out laughing. Well, 1st of all, you are horrible at coming up with superhero names. Second of all, you will always be Ms Moons to me and lastly, I think I owe you for a couple jabs you threw at Dr. Charles’ office last week. Ha! No way mister! I owed you everyone of those jabs from all the ones you took at me growing up. I have years of jokes and comments and nicknames I need to cash in on. And last week was only the start of my payback. Annnnnnd, I should get extra credit for not trying to play catch up when we got drinks on Monday. Extra credit!?!? For what? For Monday! Listen, we both know what you were rocking under those jeans of yours on Monday and I know what you’ve got on now. Her eyes dart to below the waist as she polishes off her 2nd beer. As she put the empty bottle down, her raised eyebrow cut right through me. Now, I’m not one to poke fun at a person’s medical condition. But as you have so kindly reminded me more that once tonight, I am a card carrying member of the Wet Bed Society. And that card does allow certain rights and privileges. Is that what you think? It is. For example, it is our duty to protect the other card carrying members from exposure to/from those that sleep on dry sheets. But, we also get to comment on each other’s nightly fashion choices. And because I’m super lucky, I get to the added benefit of giving you day time fashion tips as well! I should be hurt by her comments, but for some reason I’m not. She is standing all high and mighty on her tippy toes, arms crossed and smirk painted all over her face like she just delivered the winning argument. Standing in the middle of my kitchen like she owns the place. Quite frankly, I almost expected her to take a bow as if she was on broadway with that performance. Ok, so all cards on the table huh? Ms. Moons thinks she is all grown up with her big girl clothes on, using all her big girl words acting all tough. Even on your big girl tippy toes, you still barely come up to my chin. So, don’t make me come down there and teach you a lesson, missy. Ooooooo, like I’m supposed to be scared of Leaky McLeakerton over there. The only lessons you need to worry about are the potty training kind. She raised a hand to cover her mouth in mocking way as if she just dropped the mic. Ouch! The gloves aren’t coming off, they never went on. Isn’t that against your nurses oath to make fun of such things? Don’t make me file a complaint with the Polka Dot Scrubs union chief. Again, it’s the card. I got that card 1st before my “nurses code” so I have dual citizenship. Plus complaints are only taken from big boys and girls. Speaking of, how dry are we this evening? What is this beer #3? Uh oh, do we have any leaks over there??? Do I need to come over there and find out??? She is good. I will say her trash talk has greatly improved since her “I’m rubber and you’re glue” days. And she might have me backed into a corner. Actually, literally, she has somehow backed me into the corner of my kitchen counters. And without reaching down and feeling for myself, I don’t know how my brief is doing. Oh, that’s right, I forgot. Little CJ doesn’t know if he is wet or not does he? Not true...I....I can tell if I’m dry or not, but I uh, don’t always know how ummm, not...dry I am, if that makes sense. Confidence 0, Bumbling idiot 1 “Ummm, not dry” did you say “ummm, not dry”? Her higher pitched tone was starting to come out. What does that mean CJ? It’s okay, you can tell me. Ms. Kate won’t be upset. Did she just call herself Ms. Kate?!? Have I lost all authority and power here? She comes over even closer and now has her two index fingers hooked over the top of my jeans waistband. Even though her tone and words have been biting at times, her eyes seem to be reassuring. She pauses and I kind of get the sense she is checking in on me. She seems to be making sure I’m okay with her going forward. I must have guessed right because with just the slightest nod of my head. My jeans are unbuckled, in zipped and pulled down just enough. Instead of the two finger check approach she did at the office last week. She puts her entire hand on the front of my brief and gives a couple gentle squeezes. Tsk, tsk, tsk...poor little CJ. Am I ever going to find you in a dry diaper??? I’m stuck. I’m just frozen, standing in my kitchen just stunned. My jeans have lost the battle with gravity and have now slid down to my ankles. I have no idea what to say or do. But there’s Katie. Hand still in place, giving the occasional squeeze, and looking at me like she is expecting me to actually answer that question. Before my brain can send down an answer to my mouth. It sends an answer down to my other brain. I’m getting sooooo turned on by this. I have no idea why, but I’m getting so hard. And just to make sure it’s a touch more embarrassing, I’m basically getting hard right in Katie’s hand. As I grow, so does her smirk. And what do we have here??? Little CJ is not so little after all. Her eyes drop to where her hand is. Do you like it when I check your diaper? Squeeze Do you like it when I touch your diaper? Squeeze Do you like it when I change your diaper? Squeeze I wanted to scream NO to everyone of those questions, but I was being betrayed by my own body. But I had a bigger issue at the moment. See, because of my current medical situation I haven’t been as active as I usually am. I had been single for a bit when the car accident happened and with my current underwear situation, well, let’s just say I’ve been avoiding opportunities to play “show me your and I’ll show you mine”. Bottom line, I am out of practice and my body was aching for this attention. Uh, Katie...can you uh...how about we... As she extends on her tippy toes she is close enough to my ears she starts to whisper more than talk. Her squeezing has gotten faster and harder. What’s the matter CJ? Is there something you wanted to tell me? Well, it’s just that... Go on, you can tell me. You can tell Ms Kate anything... At this point words were not my friends and I could only mumble out sounds. Sounds that were not indicative of a person hating life at the moment. Katie....I... It’s Ms Kate, CJ...tell Ms Kate what she can do for you Ms. Kate....I...uh... Yes... I.... Yes, go one, you can do it I....Oh my god...and with that I came as hard as I’ve cum in a long time. Even if it’s been a long time, I’m still pretty sure this was harder than I’m used too. Oh god, Oh. My. God Ms Kate, Katie. Good boy CJ! What a good boy. Her hand still there, but more rubbing than squeezing now. I’m still shaking with my little after shock twitches. So I guess that is a yes? Huh? Yes, you do like it when I touch your diaper? Not fair! I was still in my after orgasm bliss, but I could feel like this bubble of...I don’t know...bubble of shame I guess. I guess that was the best way to describe it. I’m just catching my breath, reaching down to pull up my jeans and could feel the bubble coming up. I’m so sorry that happened. And I am, I am honestly so sorry that I just did that. I didn’t mean to... CJ, it’s okay. No, no it’s not I just What? Did it hurt? No Did I do something wrong? Of course not. I didn’t think so. You sure looked pretty happy. CJ, we are both grown adults. I knew what I was doing. I know, but I just...it’s I didn’t know how wet I was and then I didn’t mean to, you know...at least not as fast as I did anyway. Sooooo, are you more upset that you wet your diaper or the fact you just came in your wet diaper? Both! She just starting busting out laughing again. CJ relax! Here have another beer. As she handed me mine, I took a big sip and just kind of exhaled to try and calm myself. Awww, see... I knew you just needed a bottle to settle down! I just about choked to death at that point. Why did she have to say that right as I had a mouthful of beer. You good now? Yeah Good, look, I knew what I was doing. Heck, I wanted to do that at the doctor’s office last week. You are too cute in those things. Your tough guy, mr professional adult whatever is cool and all. But your diapered butt sitting in front of me all vulnerable and such, I mean, wow. Can I tell you, it was, no is...it is so freaking cute. Really? That wasn’t the slightest bit gross or weird? Gross? Do you know how many diapers I change on a daily basis? If I’m not grossed out by the bombs dropped in those, I certainly won’t be grossed out by a little pee in yours. Weird, okay, I’ll give you that. Maybe a bit weird. But you seemed to like it all the same. And like I said, I wanted to do that about 10 days ago. I feel good about showing so much restraint! So, why didn’t you? Why didn’t you do that last week. Don’t think I didn’t notice your hand lingered in certain spots too long. Because last week I would have been risking my career. Tonight I was just risking little CJ making his diaper a little more messy than it already was!!! Ok, low blow, time out...time out...I give Kidding, kidding, don’t get your diapers all...oops too late!!! Ok, ok, last one, well probably not last last one, but I’ll give you a break for now. So, you planning on changing anytime soon or do you like what you got going on down there. I shot her a look over my beer, but based on my current status and standing, it probably didn’t come off as tough as I would have hoped. I’ll be right back. I got up and headed to my bedroom in the back to get changed. As I walk through my doorway, I swing the door closed to get a little privacy. Only, I wasn’t alone. Can I help you? I ask. Nope, but I know I can help you. Come on, tell me where your stuff is and lay down.

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.”

The Mature One Chapter 1,2 I suppose you might call the Brown family typical. It consists of John, his wife Beth, and two children. Chris has just turned twelve and his sister Hannah is almost eleven. As in most families Hannah, being a girl, is far more mature and responsible. Making the gap wider in this family is Chris’ problem. He wakes each morning in a cold wet bed. Naturally Hannah is also an A student and cheerleader. Chris leans in another direction getting D’s and not even being chosen for teams in gym class. Though it’s hard to believe, little sisters can cause a lot of trouble for their big brother. “Mom and Dad, can I talk to you while Chris is taking his bath?” “Sure honey” Dad replied. “Is something wrong sweetheart?” “NO. I just wanted to tell you what a friend of mine at school told me. I didn’t say anything about Chris. We were just talking about her cousins that she visited during vacation. The boy is seven and a lot like my brother. He wet his bed every night too. This is what his mom and dad did and he is much happier now. They put him back in pampers with plastic panties at night and cloth training panties during the day. For the first two weeks, she said he cried every night, especially since he only wears a top with his diaper and panties but no one teases him. The family just thinks of him as a three year old when he is ready for bed watching TV. The good part is that he has realized that he is far better off now. His room doesn’t smell, he doesn’t wake up shivering and wet, and no one is upset with him. My friend even diapered her cousin during her visit. His sister sometimes takes off his wet one in the morning and helps him into his training panties. My aunt ordered plastic panties and training panties on line even though he wears size 6 pampers. The way she describes him, I think he is about the same size as my brother. I know Chris is older but I’d like to see him happier and his room does smell pretty bad. Then too, mom has all that extra washing. Anyway, it’s just a thought.” “But don’t you think your brother is a little old for diapers” Beth asked but her smile suggested she wasn’t too sure about that. “Thanks for telling us, honey. It seems a little drastic but your mom and I will consider it.” “Well, what do you think that was all about, Beth” John remarked after Hannah left the room. Is this part of some diabolical plan to get back at Chris for something he did to her?” “I doubt it, hon. I’d guess she, like us, is tired of the smell from his room and a conversation with her school friend encouraged her to bring it up. Not that I think our little angel wouldn’t love to see her big brother running around in a diaper.” “So, what’s your thought John?” “He is twelve years old.” “Twelve and still wetting his bed every night.” “But he is twelve” “Twelve and still can’t keep his underwear clean.” “But he is twelve.” John repeated. “Twelve with a room that smells like a baby nursery.” Added Beth “Twelve and about to be back in diapers.” Her husband replies.” I guess the first step is for you to go online and see if the things we need are available.” After just a few minutes on the laptop, Beth brought it over to show her husband. “Not only does this site have what we need, except his pampers, on sale but they have this free download called “ Tips for parents returning your bedwetting child to diapers” from a psychologist.” “Maybe we better read it.” “Already downloading, John. Lets read it together.” (1) Explain to your child that he is not being punished but the decision is final. (2) Plastic panties are recommended even over disposable diapers for extra protection. (3) Do not make up cutsey names. Call his diapers or pampers along with his plastic panties by their correct names. Otherwise your child will assume that you are ashamed of him wearing diapers. (4) Avoid pajama pants or long nighties. His nightwear should be visable to help him accept them. (5) Make sure no one in the family teases him. It’s best to treat him as a three or four year old that still needs his night diapers. (6) Point out the advantages of his new attire such as a dry bed, no smelly room, or not waking up shivering in his wet PJ’s or nighty. (7) “Do not let your child put on or take off his diaper. This is a very important rule. Otherwise your child may wake up during the night and take off his diaper and plastic panties only to be soaked in the morning. (8) Have your child in his diapers and panties at least a half hour before bedtime and don’t rush to change him before he is out of bed in the morning. Again, this will encourage his acceptance. (9) Be sure not to let him watch any violent TV shows before bed. The Public Television stations usually have suitable programs though they may seem to be aimed at younger children. (10) Offer a little extra attention. An extra hug, kiss, or even a gentle pat on his plastic panties will bring positive results. (11) Finally, if he awakens occasionally in a dry diaper do not praise him. That will only make the child feel worse about the majority of mornings when he is wet. The time for praise will arrive when he has been dry every morning for at least a week. “ Looks like that friend of Hannah’s read the same pamphlet. There are sure some things in here that I wouldn’t have thought of but I guess they make sense, don’t you think?” “Should I place the order, John?” “Yes, you did say there was a sale on, didn’t you.” Chapter 2 “Let me read the details. It’s on both the plastic panties and the training panties. If we order five pair of either and let them choose the color and design, we get a dollar a pair off plus free shipping.” “Sounds like a plan. Go for it. He may end up with some girly ones but then maybe they will be his favorites” “OK, they are ordered and should be here in four or five days. I better stop by the store tomorrow when the kids are in school and pick up some pampers, baby powder, and wipes. There is one more part of this that we need to talk about.” “What’s that, honey?” “Since Chris turned twelve now, the kids can be legally left alone under this state’s law. That means we should be able to go out to eat or to a movie by ourselves without having to hire a sitter.” “Come on Beth. You don’t really believe that Chris is mature enough for that.” “Of course not John. Hannah will be in charge. The law only says there has to be a twelve year old in the house. That’s not what I’m concerned about. When we go out, Hannah will have to diaper her brother and I can just imagine the fit he will throw over that.” “You’re right. He will be carrying on when you do it at first anyway. I think we need to include Hannah from the beginning. In the long run, it will help him accept her authority over him and maybe think of her as his big sister. Maturity wise she already is his much bigger sister.” The three of us will be in his room when he is diapered. That way, he will learn that she is part of the management team so to speak.” “After a few nights I’ll let Hannah do the diapering while we watch until he is used to his big sister getting him ready for bed.” On Friday afternoon, the package arrived while the kids were in school. Beth opened it and looked over each of the garments. John was right. There were several feminine as well as babyish designs. Two pair of the plastic panties are frosted white but they have a row of lace around the waists and leg openings. A white pair with dolls, a translucent pink pair, and a yellow pair with teddy bears complete the group. The training panties are all white but three of the pair have bright pink waist and leg elastic bands. The other two are covered with little pink drawings of ballerinas. She couldn’t help smiling just a little. The diapers she picked from Walmart are size seven with cute little bears on them. Friday is chosen as his first night, giving him two days to adjust to his training panties instead of underpants. Chris has a bath every evening and his parents use this opportunity to talk to Hannah alone. “Hannah, your dad and I need to talk to you. We need your help. We have decided to put your brother back in diapers with plastic panties for bed. Stop that giggling.” “Sorry, mom. It slipped out.” “ That is part of what we need your help with. There must be no teasing Chris-none. We want him to be comfortable being seen in them by his family.” “There is more to it, honey” Dad begins.” Your mom and I feel like you’re mature enough to stay home and watch your brother while mom and I aren’t here. That will no doubt mean that you will have to diaper Chris for bed at some point. Do you think you can do that?” “Wow Dad. I’m sure I can do that if he will let me.” “He will. Starting tonight, your mom or I will call you into his room when she gets him dressed. Chris will get used to you seeing him for a few nights before mom has you practice putting them on him. If you help us out by not teasing your brother and babysitting for us once in a while, we will repay you with an increase in your allowance and some other benefits. But if we hear from Chris that you are teasing him, and you know he will tell, then we won’t be very happy.” “Chris will be getting out of his bath soon. I’d better bring his diaper, plastic panties, and some baby powder to his room. Are you ready, John? Stay out till we call you Hannah, please.” “I’m right behind you, dear after I tell Chris to get out of the tub. Chris stopped quickly as he entered his bedroom. “Mommy, Daddy, am I in trouble or something?” “No Chris.”Mom starts” This isn’t any kind of punishment but there is going to be a little change. We know that you can’t help wetting your bed every night and maybe you have a hard time keeping your underpants clean. As your parents, it is time for us to step in and help you. From now on you’ll be wearing a diaper to bed with a pair of plastic panties over them.” “No way! I’m not a baby” can be made out in spite of the crying. “Chris” his dad answers.”Yes you are. It’s for your own good. You hate waking up in a wet bed in wet PJ’s. Having a room that smells can’t be fun, either. Diapers will also cut down on the wash that mommy has to do which will make her happier with you. This is the best way we can help you so lie down on the bed and let mommy get you diapered. The choices are that you can lie down and not fight or I can spank you and then you can lie down for your diaper and plastic panties. I’m guessing they will feel better without a red butt but it’s your choice.” Reluctantly Chris did as he was told. He was a complete wimp when it came to spankings but then things got worse for him. “Hannah, come in here please” mommy called out. The tears that had subsided broke out louder than before. “Relax, Chris. Daddy and I will be going out sometimes in the evening and Hannah will be in charge. That means that she might be the one that diapers you for bed at some point. I know that you think she is your little sister but girls grow up much faster than boys. That’s why she will be in charge whenever mommy and daddy aren’t home. Maybe you will feel better if you think of her as your big sister.” “I could put on my own if I have to wear one” he managed through the tears. “No” dad offered. You have just come to rule number one. You are not to put on or take off your diaper and plastic panties for any reason! Someone will handle it for you. No exceptions.” And so, Chris was expertly diapered by mommy under the watch of his sister and daddy. He only cried a little more when he learned that he was only going to wear his pj top. The plastic panty with its cute lace would be in plain sight. “Let’s head to the living room honey. You can watch TV for a half hour before bed.” “But daddy. This is not a school night. Can’t I stay up later in my room?” “Not tonight Chris. It will take a few nights to get used to your diaper and plastic panties. Hannah, could you see if there anything on TV for your brother to watch for half an hour. We don’t want him watching anything with violence or too stimulating. Check on the PBS channels for a cartoon.” The ever helpful young girl managed to find “Dora the Explorer” for her brother. “I’ll watch it with him”, she offered. Surprisingly, Chris did manage to get interested. His mom told him to give everyone a kiss before heading off to bed. He still kissed both Mommy and Daddy on the mouth but he never kissed his sister. Mommy patted his plastic panty after her kiss and hug before telling him to kiss Hannah on her cheek. “Mommy, can we call these something else?” “Do you mean your diaper and plastic panties? I guess you can call your diaper a pamper if you want, dear. Is that what you want us to do? We certainly aren’t going to call them anything else. That would be silly.” “I guess so. What about the pants?” “I guess you mean your plastic panties. They aren’t pants. There is no fly and the leg holes are more like big girl panties . They are also called baby panties but you aren’t a baby so we will stay with pampers and plastic panties. OK, honey? Now off to bed you go.” As soon as Chris headed for his room, John thanked Hannah for finding a perfect TV show for her brother. Not only was there no violence but he might even learn a little Spanish. This would become his nightly show. “Thanks Dad. I didn’t say anything but Chris’ plastic panties look like they are for baby girls.” Mom explained to her that she had ordered five pair without choosing any design. All the panties they sent are kind of girlish but she wasn’t to point that out. They are just “cute” like his new training panties that were part of the same order. You will see one of them in the morning.” Once both children were asleep, Beth quietly entered Chris’ room and replaced his underpants with the training and plastic panties. She decided for now to keep the pampers in her room. The following morning, mommy checked on her little boy. He was still asleep so she went to the kitchen and made one of his favorite breakfasts. When the pancakes were almost ready, she called both children for breakfast. “Mommy” Chris called. “Can you come in here.” “What do you want honey. Breakfast is ready. Just come on and sit down.” Chris walked slowly into the kitchen expecting comments about his pamper and plastic panties yet no one seemed to notice as he sat down at the table and began to eat. His daddy asked if everyone slept well as usual but the conversation quickly turned to the yummy pancakes and bacon they were eating. After the meal was about finished, his mommy spoke up. “You two can go watch TV until I finish my coffee. Then I’ll change Chris and we can make some plans for today” Because she said it in a casual way as though it was a normal occurrence, even Chris barely reacted. The wet child follows his sister into the den. He doesn’t know what to think. No yelling, no teasing. She didn’t even ask if he wet. “OK, let’s get you out of your wet pamper and plastic panties and into something new and comfy” she tells him while leading him by the hand back to his room. “Hannah, can you join us?” The somewhat confused boy obediently laid down on his bed and lifted his little butt so his mother could pull down his plastic panties and slide them off his legs. Then she picked up a container of baby wipes left on the bureau the night before. As she untapped his pamper, she spoke to her daughter.” Hon, can you grab a pair of training panties for your brother? They are in the top drawer of his bureau along with his plastic panties.” Chris watched his sister through teary eyes as she pulled out a pair with the pink elastics. “These are cute, mom” Hannah offered. His mother gently proceeded with removing the pamper and cleaning his diaper area. “There is no reason for tears, honey. These are a lot like your old underpants except thicker. You probably won’t feel any different wearing them. These training panties will absorb that little dribble I always find when I wash and maybe they will help you remember to wipe a little better too. Like your pampers and plastic panties these are just best for you right now. With that she guided them up his legs and told him to find a pair of shorts and a top to wear. Then she showed her daughter how to roll up and tape the used pamper. “Finish getting dressed, sweety and come out to the living room while we decide what to do on this gorgeous day. With a hug and kiss, Beth and Hannah left the room. Chris starred at his new training panties. His mommy was right. They did feel nice against his small boy parts. Of course he knew pink was for girls and the bright pink leg and waist bands didn’t leave room for doubt. “Girls get all the good stuff” he thought. Chris has long been jealous of his sister’s pretty clothes and the attention she gets because of them. Still, these are his and they are called panties just like Hannah’s. Training panties are still panties. Maybe, these are OK. I bet my big sister Hannah wore stuff just like these when she was in pampers, baby panties, and training panties. John and Beth both smiled as their son came out in a tee shirt and shorts with a little a little smile of his own. Everyone agreed that it would be a perfect day for the zoo. “Go brush your teeth and comb your hair so we can go” Hannah told him. And he did. A good time was had by all at the zoo. Beth managed to take a couple of cell phone pics of Chris bending over to feed animals in the petting zoo. His training panties were clearly visable when his shirt rode up. They enjoyed lunch at McDonalds. Even when his mommy reminded him to pull down his new panties and sit to pee, he didn’t whine. Back at home, Chris is anxious to get into his room. He wants to see if all his training panties have this pink. He was not disappointed by the two pair without the pink borders when he saw the ballerinas. As a boy knew he should be angry about these babyish girly things. Still, he wasn’t the one who bought them and mommy says he has to wear them so it’s not his fault. The same could be true of the plastic panties too. Secretly, he hoped mommy would put the pink ones on him for bed. As Hannah goes to her own room, John asks his wife “Is it me or is our little boy happy with his new status?” “He does seem to be adjusting rather quickly. He barely shed a tear when he saw his new training panties and he didn’t say a word about his sister seeing him get changed. I bet he liked not waking up soaked for a change. I could be wrong but I also think he might like wearing some girl things. We know how jealous he has always been of his sister. It might even be worse as she becomes his “big” sister.” “I think you’re right. I hadn’t seen his training panties before the zoo but I think most boys would have screamed at the idea of pink.” “I agree. Whatever the reason, he seems happier. Look how easy it was to get him to call his diapers his pampers. How many twelve year old boys would go for that? Maybe we should get him a short nightie like the pamphlet said.” At nine o’clock that evening, the pampered boy climbed into bed feeling safe and loved. He slid his hand over his pretty pink baby panties before drifting into dreamland. The end PS. Is Chris a sissy or just an insecure boy who is jealous of his sister. You decide.

I recall the server crash wiping out a lot of old material, but as I was perusing to try and figure out what exactly was still here from content I had contributed over the last decade, I realized more stuff was missing than I previously realized. No better time than the present to correct that, I suppose? --------------------------------------------------------- She was young and smart and confident and very active; she loved playing table tennis and skateboarding, and she worked very hard at her job as a salesperson with the hygiene company, interfacing with clients from all over the world, arranging contracts for them to buy the factory's primary product – disposable diapers. He had been a very unique client from the beginning. They'd had one other company buy custom ABDL diapers, but this one, this company had flourished, become one of their biggest clients, keeping her at the top of the sales force for two years. They had spoken about ABDL before, and she had always admired the beautiful designs his art team produced, but it was still such a strange thing to her. Why would an adult, man or woman, wear diapers for fun? Such a silly idea. An idea that certainly was making her company, his company, and her personally quite a bit of money, but still, so silly. He had come in to Hong Kong this week, on what had now become an expected, regular visit to the factory to observe and talk with the engineers and the factory foreman and, of course, her as well. These visits were always pleasurable; he was very kind, taking half the factory out for a lavish dinner at one of the exclusive restaurants in the area, always laughing and joking, mostly in English, but sometimes in very broken Mandarin, though his Mandarin had gotten a lot better since the first time they spoke. Something was different this time, though. Usually he stayed maybe three, four days on these trips, but this time he announced his intention to relax a little and enjoy some tourism while he was here. And he had sent a strange message to her this noon, asking her to meet him at his hotel room after work, that it was very important that he speak with her privately. So now she found herself in the lobby of the Upper House, far and away the most luxurious hotel in the city, a place for dignitaries and wealthy businessmen. Certainly not for a lowly sales clerk at a diaper factory. And she was nervous. She'd heard stories about American businessmen being very forward and pushy and wanting sexual favors, but he was so kind, so generous, not at all like she'd imagine one of those sorts of people. Surely there must be some other explanation for this meeting. “Laura, how nice of you to join me.” His low voice came from behind her, and she startled a bit. His Mandarin was a LOT better than the last time, it was fluid, songlike, and it gave her a shudder. She turned around quickly and looked up at his face, nearly half a meter taller than her, with his brown locks cascading around his shoulders and his soft salt-and-pepper beard framing his broad smile. Sure, she had seen him in the meetings before towering over everyone, but from this angle, this close, he seemed like a giant. A gentle giant, certainly, but a giant nonetheless. “Scott, h... hello,” She suddenly felt very small, not nearly as self-assured as she usually was. “You seem nervous, Laura. What's wrong?” “I... I'm okay, you just startled me is all.” She mustered a weak smile. “Have you eaten? I can order room service if you like,” He put a gentle hand on her shoulder and guided her toward the elevator. “Oh, I... I couldn't impose like that.” “If it was an imposition, I wouldn't have asked, Laura. Relax. You have the day off tomorrow, yes?” “Of course, yes.” The elevator seemed to be taking forever as they went up, up, up. “Wonderful. I'd very much like you to be my tour guide, help me explore your beautiful city.” “I... I could do that, certainly.” “Then we'll have room service, as a way for me to help compensate you for your time. Now it's not an imposition at all, just a business arrangement.” Truth be told, standing beside this tall, beautiful, gentle giant, she a little part of herself wishing he would ask her to have a fangshi with him. Her rational mind struggled to stamp out that admittedly delightful, but so very taboo little fantasy. It would be so very hard to say no to him, those deep eyes which she just knew had so many sorrowful stories to tell. The eyes that seemed to look straight into her soul. She wasn't sure, taboo or not, if she could say no to him. Finally the elevator stopped, but shockingly, when they exited, he swiped his key card on an elevator sitting directly adjacent. He'd rented the penthouse? Incredible! And even more unnerving, he seemed to notice her surprise, because he chuckled as they stepped into the second lift. Scott selected the entire supper, despite insisting to her that she was welcome to make choices of her own. It would be improper, rude even, for her to impose on him when he had invited her and he was paying. While they waited, he sat cross-legged on a very comfortable couch, her sitting very proper and businesslike in a chair adjacent. They chatted about sales volume, how he'd like their company to continue partnering with his even as they purchased a very small-scale machine to experiment with new designs and test-market concepts before making large-volume orders. The food arrived, and it was absolutely exquisite, and he ordered very fine baiju. The conversation lulled as they both ate with gusto. How it must be, to live this sort of life, to have the finest food and drink available to you whenever you want. Qunlan's salary, even now as the top salesperson at the company, couldn't possibly afford this sort of luxury. This sitting area was larger than her living room and kitchen together! “Qunlan...” It stunned her to hear him use her given Chinese name, but it felt very warm and comforting. “While I certainly would like you to be my guide during this trip, there is a very specific reason that I invited you up here. And if you were to refuse what I am going to ask, I would completely understand, and hope it would not affect our friendship in any negative way. It certainly wouldn't change my opinion of you.” He put his bowl down on the teapoy and rested himself against the arm of the couch. Dear god, he's going to ask, she thought. A mixture of anxieties welled up within her, both fear and anticipation. Say something, you imbecile! “I... w..what... I mean... What favor... is that?” Great job, you giddy little schoolgirl! “You have asked me many questions over the time we've worked together, Qunlan.” Her heart leapt again when he spoke that word. Coming from him it sounded so profound, so treasured, as though he revered it. “W...well yes, of course... I needed to... for the business! And...” “You asked me many questions about the product, and the sort of people who use it.” She let out a nervous giggle. “Yes... it... seemed so strange to me... why people would wear diapers for fun...” “I would like to give you the chance to experience it for yourself. To learn a little bit more about my customers by taking you through the intimacy of it all.” She was stunned. Confused. Disappointed. “I... you... want me to wear a diaper?” She had worked herself up so much to the idea that Scott wanted to make love to her, this almost felt insulting. “No, Qunlan. I want you to let me be your Daddy for the evening. We'll finish up our supper here, then I'll give you a nice relaxing bath, and I'll dress you in some very beautiful sleepwear I packed with me, and you can curl up in Daddy's lap and watch TV, or I can tell you stories, whatever you like, and maybe have a nice snack before bedtime.” The bath certainly sounded nice, but those other things confused her even more. “Why... would I want to do those things?” “Because you cannot possibly understand fully the nature of my business if you do not understand what it is people do with my products. And in order to fully understand what it is people do with my product, you must trust me completely, make yourself completely vulnerable to me, and truly experience what it is to let go of yourself with the knowledge that a trusted friend is there to care for you completely as you re-discover something you lost a long time ago.” Her mind reeled. Was he threatening her? Would he go and find another supplier if she didn't agree to this? Part of her wanted to stand up, slap him in the face, and storm out. But he was such a kind, gentle soul. She knew that the first time she looked into those deep brown eyes. She had to admit to herself, she was curious. She did want to know why these silly people wanted to wear diapers when they didn't need them. She had even spent time trying to research it online, but it seemed every video, every website related to it was blocked by the government filters. So she just assumed it was some sort of deviant sexual activity. But he was speaking of something that went far beyond wearing old people's underwear, even if the prints his company put on them were very beautiful. And he just told her he wasn't interested in sex, so clearly this wasn't some dirty roleplaying thing. She felt an enormous weight on her shoulders, pushing her head down, as she tried to process this strange request. “Qunlan, do you trust me?” “I... you... I mean of course, Scott... you have been kind and generous to all of us at the company.” “Do you think I would harm you?” “No! Of course not! I just thought... I mean...” “You thought I was going to ask you to have sex with me, and now you're confused.” “No, I wasn't...” She looked up into his eyes, those deep brown eyes. She couldn't lie to those eyes. “Yes, yes I did.” “And though you knew it was improper, and you knew it would be shameful to you if word ever got out, you hoped that's what I would ask, didn't you?” “I...” She didn't even look up this time. “Yes, I did.” He smiled. “You are a beautiful young woman, Qunlan, but you forget, I know your culture almost as well as you do, and I would never ask you to compromise yourself like that. Because I am your friend, and I don't ever want to harm you, your standing in your community, or your position at your company. “That said, I promise you, if you let go of all those complicated thoughts and give yourself over to me tonight, you'll experience something far more intimate, more intense, and more pleasurable than taboo sex could ever be.” She was shocked to find a lump in her throat as he spoke. She struggled to swallow it, quickly draining her glass and biting her cheek. Her trusted friend, her best customer, had just made her feel like a jinu for having such filthy thoughts, to think that he was such a shallow man as to be driven by a night of cheap sex. But it wasn't his fault, it was hers. They were her thoughts, after all. He barely touched her the whole night, a hand on her shoulder, that was it. She assumed his intentions were impure, and all he did was tell her the truth. She felt dirty, so much so that her arms started to itch, and she scratched at them as she tried to formulate a response. “You couldn't possibly know, Qunlan.” The electricity of his voice as he spoke her name again jolted her out of this train of thought. “I invite you to my penthouse suite after business hours, I feed you a lavish supper, it's not hard to think that I might want to make love to you. And truth be told, were I a younger man, I could certainly imagine me insisting you return to America with me, to be my wife. But I am an old man, and my heart still belongs to someone who has gone on to the next world, taking her little girl with her.” “You're... you're not old!” Okay, he was 54, a full twenty-five years her senior. Maybe his request made more sense in that context. He was certainly old enough to be her father. He laughed, a hearty laugh that came from his gut. “Thank you for that, Qunlan. No, I'm not ready for the old folks' home just yet, but I certainly have more years behind me than ahead.” “Your...” Did she dare ask this question? Would he be offended? “You said 'her little girl'. Did she...?” “Yes, she did. In fact, the first day we met face to face she did. And just like you, she had never imagined herself doing it prior to conversing with me about it.” “But what if...” “Something happens between us as a result? Then I suppose we'll have to have a different conversation about the nature of our relationship at that point.” “What if nothing happens? What if I just spend the night feeling silly and want to go home?” “Then I will make sure you have a taxi outside, and we'll have a laugh over it tomorrow as you join me on that tour of your beautiful city.” She looked back up at him, still relaxed, still leaning on the arm of the couch, those brown eyes looking at her, probing deep into her soul. What excuses did she have left? She was curious before, but now she nearly hungered to know, to understand what could possibly be so profound about this strange practice. There was no risk, well, other than the risk that it would change her somehow. Could it turn her into a needy little girl, unable to function as an adult? No, that was silly. Of course not. She had been a hard worker her whole life, in school, at her job. She was just starting to experience her own success as a result of all that work. She might become sales manager soon, though she mostly owed that to this giant of a man and the massive volume of highly customized products his company ordered routinely now. “It's hard to let go of all those complicated thoughts, isn't it?” “I'm not a child. I haven't been a child in...” “A very long time. In fact, I'm sure your parents were encouraging you to grow up for as long as you can remember, weren't they? You didn't have much time to be a child, with the music lessons and the reading lessons and the English lessons on top of school and sports. You hardly had time to take a breath, did you?” “I... no... I didn't.” “And you've been working six days a week since you took this job, long, long hours every day, to meet your sales goals and make your manager happy.” “Yes. But...” “So from the time you could walk and talk, you've been busy, busy, busy. No breaks. Be a productive citizen, before you could even pronounce the word 'citizen'.” How could she argue? It was like he watched her grow up. Every word was the truth. “Yes.” What else could she say? “And all I've done is make arrangements for you to have a relaxing holiday with me, helping me explore this wonderful place. Give you the chance to forget about all the pressures and just enjoy yourself. You're even going to be paid for the entire time, because I insisted. And today, right now, I'm asking you to let me take you to a special place where you'll be able to see this city with the eyes of a child, with the simple joy of a little girl, so when we go exploring, it'll be like you seeing it all for the first time with me. Will you do that for me, Qunlan?” “Yes, Scott. I will.” “Thank you, Qunlan. Come, come sit with me.” He didn't pat the couch next to him, though. He patted his knee. Nervously, she stood. She felt awkward, but she turned her back to him and started to sit down on his legs. She let loose a squeak as his arms deftly reached around her back and her legs and he brought her to a straddle, her bottom between his legs, her head at his shoulder, and her own legs draped on the couch next to him. “Good girl.” The words struck a chord deep within her soul, and she went nearly limp in his arms as he squeezed her tight to his chest and kissed her on the forehead, then proceeded to rub her back softly as she rested in the crook of his shoulder. Everything about this was perfect, and she had no idea why. “Good girl.” The moment he said those words, it was as though a street sweeper rushed through her mind, blowing all other thoughts away. She felt like a tiny little girl in his huge arms. And she liked that feeling. She had no idea what had come over her, but it didn't matter. She didn't want to leave this spot, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat as his hand stroked her back. “Someone's been a busy, busy girl today, and she needs a bath,” he said, his low voice nearly a whisper now, tickling her ear. “Please don't go.” The words just tumbled out of her. “Go where?” He chuckled as she found herself rising up into the air, his arms supporting her, holding her tight across his chest. She giggled in spite of herself as he carried her toward the bedroom door, grabbing a small suitcase perched next to it on the way by, and she clung to him as he reached with a hand to open it. The bedroom itself was opulent. A huge king-sized bed with beautifully carved head and footboards declaring that whoever was staying here was to be afforded every luxury available. An enormous television set mounted to the wall, identical to the one in the sitting area. There was a refrigerator, and several chests of drawers, and even a walk-in closet! She barely had time to take it all in before she was through another doorway and into a stunning en-suite. Double vanities decked in black marble with antiqued brass fixtures, and a huge garden tub adjacent to a waterfall shower with five heads! He opened the spigot on the garden tub, running his hand under the water until it started to steam a bit, then adjusting it a few times, adding cold to the hot, before flipping the drain switch. As the water began to pool in the bottom, he reached into the suitcase. “Do you like bubbles, baby girl?” All the sensations were so strange, but she decided to play along. “Uh-huh!” she said, surprising herself with just how childish she sounded. He produced a small bottle with what looked like Japanese lettering on it, but there was no mistaking the picture, it was a lotus blossom. “Oh, I love the scent of lotus!” She was eager for this bath now, and she reached for the buttons on her shirt without even the slightest thought of modesty. A large hand covered both of hers, pressing them against her tiny chest. “Patience, little one. Daddy will help get those big-girl clothes off in a minute.” “But I don't...” “Let go, little Qunlan. It's your job to relax and enjoy. Daddy's job to take care of you, remember?” “Yes...” she lowered her hands slowly as the thought sank in. She refocused herself on the tub as he poured a generous amount of the thick bath soap into the water, where it immediately began to foam, and that scent poured over her like a waterfall in reverse, cascading up with the steam. She breathed deeply, a satisfied little hum escaping her lips as she exhaled. He set the bottle aside and focused on her, gently releasing each button. She smiled at him as he worked, and he smiled back. He slid the shirt down her arms, and she raised her hands as he pulled it free and tossed it onto the vanity. “What a good helper you are!” he said. She giggled and turned her face, blushing a bit in spite of herself. It seemed silly, but being praised for such a simple thing touched her in a way that she'd never felt before. He reached behind her back and deftly worked the clasp on her bra, slipping it down and revealing her chest. Her smile faded as she locked eyes with him, but there was no shame, no fear, just a growing anticipation. “Stand up for me, little one?” She complied silently, standing up and watching as he slipped her suit pants down her waist, revealing her bikini briefs, a particularly girly print of little pink hearts alternating with the Ai symbol – love. They seemed so silly now as she stood there, pants around her ankles, showing them off to him up close. “Leg up!” Jolted a bit, she grabbed his shoulders to keep her balance and picked each leg up as he whisked the delicate silk pants away, leaving her in nothing but her panties. He folded them up gently and placed them next to the shirt. He smiled up at her. “Did you have fun playing dress-up today, little one?” he asked as he drew the panties down to reveal her clean-shaven táohuāyuán. “I went to work today...” “Yes, you played dress-up at the great big factory today. Did you have fun?” “I... well...” How to even answer that question? Fun at work? “Your big-girl panties are very pretty. But we're all done with big-girl stuff today, aren't we?” She giggled again as she stepped out of the panties, and as she went to step into the bath, he hoisted her up by the waist and effortlessly eased her into the tub. She closed her eyes moaned once again as the hot water and the powerful scent worked their magic on her entire body, which turned to jelly in mere seconds. “Baby loves her bath, doesn't she?” he whispered as he turned the spigots off. “Mmmmm-hmmmm!” she replied. A passing thought about how quickly he changed subjects drifted away into the steam, carried off with all her other anxieties as she breathed deeply of the perfumed soap bubbles which surrounded her. “Look, baby! More bubbles for you!” She opened her eyes, and a cascade of bubbles floated down at her from high above. He was holding a bubble bottle in one hand and the wand in the other, smiling broadly as he blew them high above her. “Would you like to play too?” “Yes please!” She giggled as she reached toward him, and he handed the toy to her. Such a simple little joy, blowing bubbles. She hadn't played with such toys in so very long. Now it was a wonderful little surprise, a treat that she delighted in, hurriedly dipping and blowing and poking and popping, laughing out loud when one landed on her nose. She was so engrossed in playing she barely noticed his arm reaching toward her until the loofa made contact with the soft skin of her neck, and she shivered at the touch. He was so gentle, caressing her with the soft sponge, lathering her up with even more lotus-scented soap, reaching down into the water to scrub her chest. “Get the baby all nice and clean while she plays.” Of course, the way he touched her with that sponge was far too distracting to focus on her bubbles now. She lay there motionless, eyes closed, soaking in the gentle attention he gave her, offering no resistance as he scrubbed her peach patch and then worked down her legs. The woman in her wanted this man so badly, wanted him to just whisk her out of the tub and make passionate love to her. But another feeling, far more overwhelming, washed over her in waves, one that she'd never felt in lovemaking. She couldn't quite identify it, but she knew she didn't want it to end. It only increased as he delicately washed her face, gently reminding her to keep her eyes closed, even though her eyelids were so relaxed and heavy right now she doubted she could open them if she wanted to. After a seeming eternity the water began to cool, and she opened her eyes and looked around. He was still sitting there on the edge of the bath, smiling, except he had an incredibly thick, luxurious-looking white towel folded in his lap. “Was that a bath, or a nap?” he chuckled. “All done?” She smiled and nodded sleepily and began to stand up. He stood with her, flipping the towel over his shoulder as he grasped her tiny waist once again and hoisted her out onto the bath mat. The towel unfolded, and she boggled at it. It was nearly bigger than she was! And as he wrapped it around her, it felt every bit as luxurious as it looked, like a big, soft, warm hug from her head to her feet. And then it was exactly that, because he swaddled her up tightly, scooped her up again, and cradled her in his arms, carrying her out of the bathroom. She looked up at him, drinking it all in with her eyes. He merely chuckled and said, “Can't let the baby girl catch cold! Need to get her nightie on, quick like a jackrabbit!” A spontaneous thought popped into her head, and she gave it voice. “I'm not a jackrabbit! I'm a tiger cub! Rawr!” She giggled and squirmed within the blanket, nearly immobilized by it. “A tiger cub?! Goodness!” He laughed out loud. “And what an adorable little tiger cub you are, too!” He gently poked her nose, and she turned her head, blushing. It felt good to act silly, but it felt even better when he complemented her. A twinge of anxiety poked through her revelry as he laid her on the bed and opened the towel. As he gently and thoroughly dried her off, her eyes scanned the bed and saw only a large pump bottle of some sort of lotion and a tin of cornstarch powder. “On our tummy, please.” She smiled up at him, blushing in spite of herself, and rolled over. “Uh-uh, please stay on the towel. Don't want to muss up the covers for tonight.” She wiggled back over to the middle of the huge towel on her stomach and lay flat, head turned to one side, staring off into the open bathroom door. Her lips parted ever so slightly, and she let loose a sigh, closing her eyes. Suddenly she felt something being gently wiggled between her lips, and she instinctively started to pull away until she got a taste of it. Strawberry bubble gum? She stopped and accepted what she immediately recognized as a nipple – a very large one, clearly sized for an adult. “Good girl. Now the rules are, that stays there until Daddy takes it out, okay?” “E'en when I' 'alking?” she lisped, blushing and giggling again at how silly she sounded. “Yes, even when you're talking.” “Wha' i' I 'ake i' ou'?” “If you take it out, you don't win the game, and you don't get your special treat before sleepy-time.” “Oh! Whash 'ee sheshial 'rea'?!” It was a struggle not to laugh. “You'll have to win the game to find out!” “I' 'ashtes 'eally goo'!” She did very much like the flavor. It was rather like sucking on a lollipop, or maybe one of those silly ring pops her Bàba used to buy her once in a while when she was very young. The mouth guard was very big, reaching the inner edge of her cheeks on either side and stopping just short of her nose at the top. She imagined she probably couldn't even see her mouth behind this thing as she was laughing, and the thought of how silly she must look made her laugh out loud in spite of herself. Her laugh quickly turned to a gasp as his warm hands touched her shoulders, slick with lotion, again with that glorious scent of lotus blossom. Something between a sigh and a squeak escaped her as she exhaled, almost a whimper, but a whimper of contentment, not pain. “Babygirl likes her new paci?” he asked as his powerful hands massaged her shoulders and neck. “Uh-huh!” The pitch on her reply was much, much higher than she expected, and she giggled at the surprising sound. She still wasn't sure about all this diaper-wearing stuff, but she certainly was enjoying herself up to this point. His hands moved down her body steadily, working the lotion into every inch of her arms and hands and back and bottom and legs and feet. Each time she exhaled, there was a sigh or a moan of pleasure at this luxurious treatment. She wished she could steal him away to her apartment just to do this for her every night after work. Then came a cool sensation across the small of her back and her bottom. The cornstarch powder? Oh my, it was time for... that. Her chest tightened ever so slightly as he rolled her over onto something very thick and very noisy, like the shrink wrap they used to seal palettes for shipping at the factory. Heat washed over her face as she blushed deeply, her lip trembling ever so slightly behind the mouth guard, and she suckled involuntarily. She closed her eyes and covered her face as he spread her legs and bent her knees ever so gently, applying some sort of pasty substance all up and down her peaches with his finger, then spreading powder all there and across her hips. The powder had a sweet smell that she recognized from somewhere, though she couldn't place it. “Such a pretty baby girl you are. My beautiful little princess.” His words were so soothing as he drew the front of the diaper between her legs and cinched up each side, running his finger under the leg elastics. Once it was snug, she realized just exactly how thick it was, far thicker than anything her factory had ever produced. The soft padding hugged every part of her, and as she folded her knees together the shell rustled loudly, making her whimper in embarrassment. “What's wrong, baby girl?” he asked, sliding beside her on the bed and scooping her up into his lap, cradling her like a small child. Her hands and eyes both dropped to her underwear, one of them vainly trying to cover it, the other staring at it in shock. He tugged the pacifier out of her mouth. “Tell Daddy what's wrong.” “I... I feel... ashamed...” “Why do you feel ashamed?” “Babies and old people wear these, not me!” “Little girls just like you all over the world wear these every day and night. And the one you're wearing is very, very special, do you know why?” “No...” “Because there are only ten of these in the whole wide world. Daddy made them himself just for you to enjoy before anyone else!” “But I'm not enjoying it!” “Is it not nice and soft and comfortable?” “It... it is, but...” He pulled her hands away. “Doesn't it look pretty?” She looked at it. The print was very, very beautiful, a very pale powder-pink background dotted with beautiful flowers interspersed with the Pinyin characters for “love” and “baby girl”. “It's very pretty.” She had to admit that much. “All your designs are pretty. But...” “Well if it's comfortable and it's pretty, then there isn't any reason to feel bad about wearing it, is there?” “But... I... I don't need to wear it!” He held her head against his chest. “There are many things in this world that we don't need, but we take pleasure in them anyway. That food we just ate would have been very bland if we didn't add spices and herbs to it. Your clothes would be plain and uninteresting if it weren't for the decorations and colors, and were it not for the lovely silk and the special cut you chose, they wouldn't be nearly as comfortable either. You even put your hair up in a bun with a chopstick today, and you certainly didn't need to do that, you did it to look pretty. And you wore makeup today for the same reason, even though you're a beautiful little girl without it.” She blushed again, hiding her face in his chest. His words made her tingle all over, like a giddy schoolgirl. Beautiful little girl. Compared to him I'm tiny, no doubt. And what I'm wearing definitely makes me feel... smaller... younger... “Are we ready to get our nightie on and have a fun evening with Daddy?” She nodded into his chest, not entirely sure of herself. “Let's use our words, baby girl.” “Yes, I'm ready.” “Who am I?” “Sc...I mean... Da...” “It's okay to say it. Are you ready for your nightie, baby?” “Yes... Daddy.” When the word left her lips, a sensation overtook her like nothing she'd ever felt before. She loved this man, like she'd never loved anyone in her life. Her... Daddy. Not her father, not her boyfriend, but some strange combination of the two that was more than either could ever be. Daddy. She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing as tight as she could, snuggling her whole body against his chest, her rustling underwear a distant afterthought, completely irrelevant to what she felt. “I love you, Daddy.” The word came out effortlessly this time. “I love you too, babygirl.” His huge arms surrounded her. Scott smiled as she nuzzled his chest, and he gently tucked the pacifier back between her lips. He came here with the intention of showing Qunlan what being a baby girl was about. He didn't know there was one inside her just dying to come out. But he was glad she came out for him. This was going to be a wonderful vacation, and a very difficult goodbye. But goodbye was a long way away. No need to worry about that now. Just let Daddy and baby girl enjoy each and every moment from now until then.

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Chapter Eight Making A House A Home “The little Rogue kicked her bare feet futilely against the rough leather armor of the burly man that had scooped her up from her spot in the bushes, yelling for help from her companions.” I explained, giving Rochelle’s bare foot a little tickle as she sat cross legged on my lap drinking her bottle of apple juice, producing a wet giggle that sent juice dribbling down her front onto her bib. Illiana raised her hand. I nodded my acknowledgment. “Am I still asleep?” she asked. “Esta, I mean.” she clarified. I looked over my notes. “Rosamund woke everyone up with her song about pooping her diaper and wanting to be changed,” I said, looking up at the blushing and pouting Petra with a smile, “so, no, the music box played it’s song and put you all to sleep but her song broke the spell.” I explained. “And Elves have great hearing, right?” Illiana asked. I nodded. “Good enough to pick out where Shilky and her captors are in the dark and through the trees and stuff?” she asked. I breathed in deeply. “Sure, they’re not all that far away yet, why?” I asked. “I pick up my bow and track their location by Shilky’s cries and fire a shot at the man carrying her.” she said bluntly. “Brave move.” I told her. “Roll for perception, please.” I said. She rolled the dice and two eights came up. I smiled. “You pull back on your bow string and exhale softly as you listen to Shilky’s cries and adjust accordingly before releasing the string, sending the arrow through the forest and into the back of Shilky’s captor’s head, dropping him instantly and sending Shilky tumbling unharmed to the ground.” I explained. “Yay!” Rochelle exclaimed, bouncing softly on my lap, her recently emptied bottle on the table beside my dungeon master screen. “I run from the bad man back to where he took me from.” she said. “I rush to where Shilky is.” Ducky said. I nodded. “Tearing through bushes and branches, you reach the small clearing where you left Shilky just as she emerges from the bushes, arms outstretched to you.” I explained. “I obviously scoop her up and put her back in her carrier, kissing the top of her head and hugging her.” Ducky said. “Orcs don’t kiss.” Petra sneered. “Then how do they make baby Orcs, Petra?” Ducky asked, sticking her tongue out and giggling. I chuckled. “I think romance is a pretty foreign concept to them.” I said. “But, being a HALF Orc, I’ll allow the kissing and hugging because Shilky is pretty shaken up.” I added. “Good.” Ducky said. “I kiss and hug Shilky to calm her down and make her feel better.” she said. Rochelle giggled. “I kiss and hug Naydri back!” she chirped. “I rush to the clearing to check on both of them.” Illiana said. We all looked at Petra expectantly. “What?” she asked. “I’m asleep with a poopy magic diaper, I’m not going anywhere.” she scoffed blushing as everyone began to laugh at her characters predicament. ********** It had been a week since we’d had our family meeting and unanimously decided that Rochelle would be adopted by Petra and myself. I’d done the legwork of finding out what needed to happen in order for us to adopt Rochelle, and as it turned out our state merely required notarized forms filled out and signed by the adoptee and the adopters because Rochelle is legally an adult. The night before I went to turn in the forms I lay in bed with Rochelle sleeping on top of me snoring softly behind her pacifier. Bathed and diapered for bed, she smelled every bit the baby she’d decided to become, and the love I felt for her as I lightly rocked her and held her made the reality of her being my daughter set in. “Petra?” Ducky asked softly, the sound coming through the baby monitor startling me. Petra grumbled. “Wake up, please.” Ducky said softly. Another grumble. “What?” Petra asked sleepily. “I need to talk to you.” Ducky said. Petra sighed and the speaker filled with the crinkling of diaper and plastic sheet moving as Petra sat up. “What time is it?” she asked with a yawn. “There’s no clock in here.” Ducky said after a pause, most likely to shrug. “I just need to talk to you.” she said again. “About what?” Petra asked. Ducky sighed. “You’re going to be Rochelle’s Mommy tomorrow.” she said. “Uh huh.” Petra said, her tone sounding annoyed. There was a long pause. “What does that mean for us?” Ducky finally asked. “What do you mean, Ducky?” Petra asked. “Well, how many Mommy’s do you know that sleep in a crib and diapers with their adult baby girlfriend?” Ducky asked. Petra sighed. “None?” she said. “But I don’t know any Mommy’s, so…” she trailed off. “I just,” Ducky stopped talking for a long while, the sounds of soft sniffling beginning as she started to cry, “I don’t want to lose you but this thing with Rochelle is so super important that I can’t be a selfish butt.” she said as quickly as possible before she broke down into a full cry. More crinkling came through the speaker. “Hey.” Petra said softly, “You’re never going to lose me, Ducky, you live here too, remember?” she asked. “I know.” Ducky sniffled. “We could try something new, if you like.” Petra said after a long pause, probably filled with hugging. “New like how?” Ducky asked. “Well,” Petra said, a smile in her voice, “I could be Mommy to both of you.” she said after another long pause. Ducky giggled, banishing the crying from her voice. “You don’t want that.” she said. There were soft sounds I couldn’t figure out, probably hugging and kissing associated, and then Petra spoke once more, “I want you to be happy.” she said. “Whether we’re having sex or being sisters or I’m taking care of you like a Mommy, as long as you’re here and happy, I’m happy.” she explained. Ducky sniffled again. “We’re so gay for each other.” she said with a giggle and another sniffle of her runny nose. “Totally.” Petra agreed and then there was giggling and another long pause. “So?” she asked. “Can we still have sex?” Ducky asked. Obviously Petra nodded, I can’t hear a nod, but I knew she was nodding. “I’ll have to work out new rules with Zack, but I’m sure that if I’m stepping into the role of Mommy for you and Rochelle he’ll respect whatever rules I decide on.” Petra explained. “Probably.” she added after a brief pause. I smiled, proud of Petra for being there for her friends and putting aside her own little needs to cater to theirs. ********** “I respect whatever rules you decide on.” I said with a smile at breakfast the following morning, Rochelle and Ducky still sleeping and Petra having surprised me by being up and dressed with coffee and breakfast made for us. Petra rolled her eyes. “That goddamned baby monitor!” she hissed. “I always forget about it!” she chided herself. “I respect that you’re stepping up and putting it out there to be a Mommy to Ducky as well as Rochelle, but my only rule is that I expect you to take one day a week to be little, either with me or them is up to you, but I want to make sure that you’re not neglecting yourself to make them happy.” I explained, taking a sip of my coffee. She nodded and stood up to come over and hug me. “Thanks, Daddy.” she said before she kissed my cheek. I gave her a little swat on her undiapered backside. “Just watch your mouth in front of the babies.” I playfully warned as I hugged her back. She giggled and playfully saluted as she stood up. “Yes, sir!” she said in her most serious tone. “I like this getting up before me and making breakfast thing.” I said as I ate a piece of bacon. She nodded. “I actually like it too.” she said. “It makes me thankful for everything you do for us.” she added. “I don’t do anything a Daddy shouldn’t do for his girls.” I said. She smiled. “I know, but you do a lot for us and maybe I can repay that now that I’m doing the whole Mommy thing.” she explained. “It’s not a contest, Petra.” I told her. “I know,” she said, “but if I can lighten the load a bit, I’m going to.” she said as she took a sip of her coffee. “Do you have any long term goals with being a Mommy?” I asked. “I mean, I know you’ve had a lot of things you put aside because we couldn’t get pregnant.” I added. She smiled. “Would you think it was crazy if I wanted to,” she blushed, “lactate.” she finally said. I snickered. “Is that what you want?” I asked. She nodded softly. “I mean, Rochelle wants to be our daughter and a baby, wouldn’t it be amazing to be able to give her a for real Mommy and baby bonding thing by being able to breastfeed her?” she asked. “That’s a big decision, Pet, it’s going to screw with your body.” I told her. She chuckled. “Like having a baby would?” she asked. “If that’s something that you want, I support it and will help you to make it happen.” I told her. “Just make sure it’s definitely something you want.” I added. I finished my breakfast and cleared my plate, throwing it in the dishwasher before making my way to her and kissing her softly on the lips. “I need to run that paperwork to the courthouse, can you handle the girls while I’m gone?” I asked. She smiled up at me and nodded. “How hard can it be?” she asked. ********** I expected a lot of things when I got back home almost two hours later, but Petra on the couch reading a story to Rochelle and Ducky who lay with their heads on her lap suckling on her breasts as they listened with their eyes closed was not one of them. “Daddy’s home, girls!” Petra cooed softly to her little ones. Rochelle was up and toddling to me in a flash, her bare feet slapping against the wood floor and her diaper rustling noisily as she giggled and held her arms up, squealing “Daddy!” at a pitch almost high enough for only dogs to hear. I scooped her up and hugged her, setting her on my hip as I softly bounced her. Ducky remained where she was, throwing her arm up in the air to wave lazily as she continued suckling away on Petra’s breast. “She’s glad you’re home, she’s just a little preoccupied.” Petra said. I nodded. “It’s tough to compete with boobs.” I said. Ducky’s wave turned into a thumbs up before dropping back out of sight. “I take it you talked to them about lactation?” I asked, walking over to Petra and kissing the top of her head. She nodded. “I figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea to see what it would feel like at least.” she said. “And?” I asked. She smiled. “I’m hooked, I want to make it happen.” she said excitedly. “We’ll both read up on it and see what we come up with?” I offered. She nodded. “You bet!” she said happily. Rochelle tapped my shoulder softly with her finger. “Daddy?” she asked quietly. “Yes, angel?” I asked. She smiled at me calling her ‘angel’, “Am I your daughter now?” she asked. I playfully smacked my forehead. “I knew I forgot to do something!” I teased, tickling her exposed tummy softly just below her purple t-shirt. She giggled. “Daddy!” she groaned. “Yes, Rochelle, you are officially our daughter.” I told her before hugging her tightly. Petra pulled Ducky from her breast and slipped her shirt on before pulling Ducky up from the couch with her and leading her crinkling all the way around it to us where she hugged us and Ducky did the same. “Thank you.” Rochelle said softly, first looking at me and then at Petra as we stopped the group hug. Petra shook her head. “No, sweetie, thank you for choosing us to be your parents, to be your family.” she said, leaning in to kiss Rochelle on the forehead. “I promise you’ll be the happiest baby in the world.” she said. Ducky cleared her throat. “You’ll be just as happy, honey.” Petra said as she went around to Ducky and hugged her. Ducky smiled and hugged Petra. “I know, Mommy.” she said softly, the biggest smile on her face as she looked at me over Petra’s shoulder and held out her hand to me. I took Ducky’s hand and stroked the back of it softly with my thumb. “One big, happy family, right girls?” I asked them. Everyone agreed with smiles and giggles and nods of varying degrees of maturity from Rochelle’s high and tiny giggle to my own ruggedly manly chuckling. ********** The game went on the back burner while we got everything set up for our new family and weeks turned into months before we even realized time was going by as fast as it was. Petra’s stimulation of her breasts and herbal teas and whatnot got her producing milk surprisingly quickly and in quantity to make sure that both Ducky and Rochelle could have a nice treat before bed every night and a small stock of bottles for when we were away from the house. Our relationships shifted dramatically in a short amount of time, Petra and I found ourselves falling in love with each other all over again with her spending every night with me instead of with Ducky, Petra and Ducky became less and less like horny teenagers around each other and more and more like mother and daughter as Ducky mimicked Rochelle like a jealous older sibling that wanted Mommy’s attention to be more evenly distributed between themselves and the new baby of the family. Ducky proved to be a really good big sister, helping Petra with little things here and there and giving Rochelle lots of love and cuddles every minute they were together. Because my job allowed me to work from home, I spent all day with Rochelle and she became Daddy’s girl through and through. It was a little surprising how far she regressed the first day after we adopted her, but she’d written me a note in crayon and put it in the little pocket of her pajamas where her phone had once gone and that first morning we woke up to the most realistic facsimile of a baby crying that I’d ever heard an adult woman make coming through the baby monitor and quickly discovered the note when I went and plucked her from the crib. “Mommy and Daddy, Please don’t worry, I haven’t gone crazy and I won’t forget that I’m not a real baby, but I need to be littler than I’ve ever been before and now that I’m safe and cared for I know I can do it without feeling guilty. Please treat me as though I was your own baby just brought home from the hospital as that’s the level of regression I’m aiming for. I promise that when I grow up I will repay every ounce of your love and kindness every single day for the rest of my life. Love, Your daughter” It was weird, I won’t lie, but something about it made so much sense to both Petra and myself. She spent her days either in my arms or on my lap or in the crib, and I was happy to have her with me at all times. I’ll give her all the credit in the world, that girl commits hard when she wants something, she somehow turned off her potty training completely it seemed, the smell of her soiled diaper often being the only indication she’d gone, which both amazed and concerned me the first few times it happened while I was feeding her a bottle and cradling her in my arms. Petra would come home from work and slip right into Mommy mode, doting on Rochelle and asking me how she’d been all day, Ducky would arrive a short time later and Petra would ask her how her day was and Ducky would tell her all about it like she’d been at school all day rather than work, her legs swinging casually as she sat at one of the high bar stools in the kitchen. After dinner we’d get the girls into the bath and put Rochelle to bed, Ducky often nestled between us on the couch in her pajamas as we watched TV and then we’d put her to bed and fool around in our room before we went to bed as well. It was the routine that brought us closer together as a family, but it was that same routine that almost tore us apart. To Be Continued…

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Rie is a tall black goat and he loves to play pranks on people and just be an all-around asshole. Rie has just made it to the flea market parking his car and stepping out looking around. He saw a man get out of a black car and walk into the flea market, Rie smirked and decided to follow the man for a while before unleashing his new prank. He waited till he saw someone kinda close to the guy's car and walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder. "Oh my God! I just got away, there's a man over there trying to break into someone's car over there!" The man looked angry. "You're joking?! That's my car!!" The guy runs out and just punches the guy doing absolutely nothing by the guy's car. Rie bursts into laughter. "Holy shit Rie! You're the best prankster ever man." He told himself. He wiped the tears from his eyes calming down walking around the flea market he found a bunch of cool stuff nothing that interests him though. As he looked he saw a very what appeared to be a wealthy man he wore rings and was probably over 8 foot tall. Holy shit Rie thought to himself. This guy also looked pretty strong wore a white suit with gold trim on it. He thought if he could trick this man he could trick anyone now was his chance but what would it be? He thought for a while before deciding a tar and feathers would be the best for this fancy man. There was a small building that lead into an empty house along the flea market he goes in setting up the trap he steps out being proud of his work. He clears his throat and walks up behind the man. "Umm, sir?" He doesn't respond and Rie's eye twitches and taps his shoulder. "Sir?" The man turns around. "Oh sorry, can I help you?" Rie nods and points to the house he set up the trap. "Well, I wanted to say that's an amazing suit you got! But... I accidentally locked myself out of my house and you looked so strong I thought you could push it open?" The man smiles. "Well, thanks. It was custom-made for me. But hmm let me see what we can do about that door shall we?" Rie couldn't help but get an evil smile as the man walks up to the door then stops and looks at him. "This place looks kinda empty you sure this is your place?" Rie nods. "Yap I'm kinda poor but this is all I got to live is in here..." I mean that wasn't that much of a lie from Rie he was pretty broke he finds it hard to keep a job and some days he goes without food. The man sighs. "That's so sad... Alright, I'll see what I can do." The man pushes on the door before hitting it hard making it fly open a bucket flying at the man full of tar hits him and covers him and a bucket of feathers next. They coat him and the man looks furious. Rie Burst into laughter. "Oh my God, your such an idiot!! I can't believe I tricked you with that!! You're such a dumbass!" The man snaps and suddenly the man's clothes go back to normal. And he's all cleaned up. But he still looks just as angry. The man grabs Rie's arm and Rie's eyes got big as he tries to pull away. "Hey! Let go!" The man smirks. "You like pranks huh? Well how about I pull my own prank on you huh? It will be such a long-lasting prank you might even change your way of life. Let me warn you. You have messed with the wrong God today." Rie looks confused but kinda scared of being overpowered by this man. "G-god? You must be insane! People know they don't exist!" The man smirks. "Well normally I don't give myself away but I'll make an exception for you. I am an emotion, God. My name is Amaru and I'm about to change your whole life around or start all over heh." The man easily drags Rie along Rie panics and screams. "HELP!! THIS MAN'S KIDNAPPING ME! ANYONE?!" They pass by the man he tricked along with a guy with a broken nose they both glare at Rie and let it happen clearly no one cares a giant man claiming to be a God is going to get revenge on Rie. Rie struggles a lot till they get to this very nice car. Amaru takes Rie's arms and cuffs them. And his legs so he can't move. He then lastly throws him in the back of his car before touching his head and shutting his door. "IF YOU DON'T LET ME GO I'LL BEAT YOUR ASS SO BAD THEY WILL HAVE TO FIX YOUR UGLY ASS FACE!" Suddenly pain shoots through Rie like his whole body was just squeezed in on itself. "Ahhh!" Rie screams before the pain stops. And all Amaru can say is. "21" Rie looked confused looking at him lying in the back seat. "21 the fuck does that mean?" Suddenly it happens again the same amount of pain he can't tell anything happens except this pain. After it's over Amaru speaks up. "20. I would be careful what you say or do. I put a curse on you." Amaru turns on the car and starts to drive. "A curse that only actives when you do or say bad stuff. By my count, you have already lost 2 years of your life. You're are now 20 again. Strange is it not?" Rie rolled his eyes. "You put this curse on me because your some sorta God right...?" Clearly not believing him. Amaru nods. "HA! Ya and I'm a fucking God ya look at me! Worship me!" Suddenly his eyes get big and the pains happen again this time worse he grones and Amaru sighs. "You're not going to last long at this rate... 19." Rie looked kinda worried that maybe he was right but he wasn't about to be broken so easily. This can't be happening. Who knows what this "God" has planned for him. To be kidnapped by someone with a God complex is just my luck. But that doesn't explain the pains. He had to do one more thing he finally sat up and realized he was nowhere around his town. How did they get so far in such a short time?! Rie thinks if he can roll his window down he might be able to escape so he gets the window down and it doesn't appear Amaru notices. Rie sticks his head out the window then suddenly pains come back in. He flings himself back inside and whines and groans from the pain. They seem to get worse in pain. He lays there the pains lasting for the rest of the trip. Amaru gets out and walks over and gets Rie out and throws him over his shoulder and takes him inside. Rie didn't have the energy to fight this that's when he noticed a mirror. He saw he looked younger and his eyes get big. "I REALLY AM YOUNGER?! this can't be real... What the hell's going on". ------------- Amaru laughs at Rie. "Oh, now that you can see yourself you're starting to believe me huh?" Rie hated to admit it but this guy might actually be a God. "This is a curse like I said before. Everything bad you say or do will regress you by one year and if you can do a bunch of good things in a row you might even age back up. But I don't think you would be able to do that. It's much easier to regress than grow back up." Rie shakes some. "Y-your joking right? Like I'll become younger and younger… You're insane!" Rie goes back to struggling but is still cuffed and not going anywhere. "LET ME GO! I WANT TO GO HOME, YOUR FUCKING INS-" Suddenly the pain shoots through his body just as bad if not worse as his body regressed to 17. The pains slow down and he breaths in and out to calm himself and he starts to cry some from all the emotional stuff going on. "What are you going to do with me… What if I don't change huh? What if I continue to regress… Will I just not be born anymore… Am I going to basically die…" Rie was terrified. Rie knew this was his new life even if he didn't like it he had to listen to this God. He had to listen to Amaru. Amaru sighs and laid him on the couch and undoes the cuffs on his legs and his arms. "I suggest you don't run. I think we need to talk. No your not going to die or be unborn. That's horrible I'm not here to kill you off. I'm here to make you change for the better. As you regress you will hit a minimum of one year old. After that, all memories and everything will be stripped from you and you will be forced to live a brand new life. But I hope it doesn't come to that." Rie looked more scared than before. "So I'm to become some drooling baby…but if I do good things I'll change back right?" Amaru smiles. "Yes of course. But I don't think you will make it. Once you reach 22 years of age again you will be fixed but I don't see that happening but I would love for you to surprise me." Rie stopped crying and wiped his face and moves his arms and legs glad he was free. "Heh, this will be easy I'll prove it!" Amaru smirks. "Mhm sure. But I got rules and breaking them could cause you to regress more." Rie gulps. "So no breaking them…" Amaru shakes his head. "Nope now let's begin. No leaving the house without my permission. No cooking your own food. I'll cook if you ask nicely. The bathroom is always locked for reasons I will not say so if you need to go ask me." Amaru smirks. And Rie looks worried. He was not only regression but being treated like a child with these damn rules. "And lastly you will bathe sleep and wear what I tell you understand? Not obeying them will be breaking the rules. And you will regress got it?" Rie looked pissed his eye twitches and he stands up and glares at Amaru. "FUCK OFF! I'M LEAVING! I WILL NOT BE TREATED LIKE THIS!" Rie tries to run out the door but before he can even take two steps he falls to the ground crying in pain as his body regressed back to 16 years old. At this point, his clothing was getting baggy and was too big on him. Amaru laughs "Looks like you won't be leaving here for a very long time if ever." Rie couldn't believe it if the pains regressed him one year he's down to… 16?! There's no way he jumps up and looks in the mirror this phyco right he's not even an adult anymore he's a teen… Again. But Rie gets an idea maybe he can get Amaru to cook him something and sneak out while he's cooking. "Uhh… Amaru right?" Amaru look at him and smiles. "Yap, can I help you?" Rie sighs losing some dignity just to ask this even as a joke. "I'm not allowed to cook right? Well… C-could you make me something?" Rie rubbed his arm uncomfortably. Amaru just smiles and nods. "Of course, I can cook you something! What would you like?" Rie needed to think fast. Something that might take a while. Suddenly it hits him steak! He hates steak but it doesn't matter he won't have to eat it. "How about steak! Umm please…" Rie almost felt sick just saying that. Amaru looked confused but shrugged. "Fine but you have to eat it and all of it. If not you will be breaking the rules." Amaru walks off to the kitchen and Rie smirks. "Can't break the rules of I'm not here." Rie shrugs and makes sure Amarus not paying attention and goes over to the door before falling to his knees in pain. "N-no way how did he know… Wait he doesn't have to know does he…? That's not fair…" The regression takes effect putting him through a bunch of pain now Rie was 15 years old. Rie gets up and his pants and boxers fall off as he gets up he runs to the window and tries to open it having only the same thing happen. The pain only hurts worse he cries as his body regressed to 14 years old. He shakes lucky for Rie his hoodie was able to cover his private parts. He stood back up as Amaru walks in and Rie goes pale. "Your steaks almost… Done. Aww! Look at you your like 14 years old. You lost almost half your age in one day. Such a cutie. Does my little boy needs some new clothes or does he prefer to walk around naked?" Rie blushed and nodded. "Ya… I need new clothes but don't do that ever again…" Rie wanted to yell loud but he also didn't want to regress again. 14 was young enough for him. Amaru takes Rie's hand making him blush as he is taken down a hall there are 6 doors. Ones probably Amarus room but the last 3 he's not sure about The rest. "Ok the room at the end of the hall is my room it's off-limits unless you ask permission." Rie looks unamused pulling his shirt down to cover his privates better. "Ya ya… Can we hurry up ...uhh please…" Amaru sighs and opens the first door it's a perfect replica of his bedroom at home. How did he do that? "This was your adult room. But you're no longer an adult" The door was shut before Rie could walk in and quickly Rie could feel like all this adulthood was just shut away from him with that. It upset him but he held back some tears. Rie is taken to the next room in the hall and it's opened up to a room he had as a teen it had some toys and stuff in it but it was a teen's room. How can he perfectly create this stuff? "How-" He didn't even get it all out before Amaru smiles and pats Rie's head. "I'm a God remember?" Rie actually believed him. So he really was a God. He sighs. "So this is my room now?" Amaru smirks "Sure but let's see the rest of the rooms you get this one till your regress to 11 years old." Amaru takes him to the next room it was clearly a child's room toys and stuff all over the place a short bed and everything. This scared Rie. "You don't expect me to get this young right…" Amaru thinks then smiles. "Probably younger. This will be your room from 11 to 5 once you hit 5 you will have one last room change." Rie gulps he could imagine what the last room was but it would be even crazier than he could imagine. Amaru takes him to the room and it's a nursery. It's as scary as he thought it has diapers pacifiers everything a baby would need, he shivers. "I-I won't ever have to use any of this stuff right…?" Amaru smirks "Hey, I got an idea? want a way to age back up?" Rie was scared but interested. "Ok… What's the catch?" Amaru smiles. "You have to test out this room early." Rie's eyes get big. What could he mean by that? He's not about to make him wear diapers… Right? ------------ Rie is taken into the nursery room, Rie could feel his face was red from this embarrassment. He didn't like being naked in some stranger's house let alone being so young and being taken into a nursery. "So… what do I have to do…?" Amaru lets go of Rie's hand and smiles. "How about we put you in diapers." Ries gets very angry over this. Who does he think he is? A baby?! "WHAT THE FUCK?! SERIOUSLY THAT'S YOUR IDEA?! I'M NOT A BABY YOU IDIOT! NOW-" Suddenly the regression pains hit again and his hoodie falls off him and he quickly covers himself blushing now being a 13-year-old boy and Amaru smiles. "Ok new idea, if you can wear a pair of pull-ups without wetting them I'll give you back 5 years. Deal?" That wasn't the worst thing ever at least it pull-ups and not a diaper, right? "I won't lose… I'm not a baby… but if I do?" Amaru smirks. "If you fail you will be in diapers your entire life here no matter how old you get. And a special surprise after that" Rie goes pale he knows he won't lose but that sounds awful. But a free 5 years back! He will be almost an adult again. He gulps and nods. "Special surprises?... deal!" Amaru pulls out a cute pull-up from under the changing table that looks like a baby pull up but for kids his size he blushes a lot and looks at Amaru taking the pull-up. This can't be happening. One minute he's an adult, 22 years old and now he's 13 and about to put a pull-up on himself. This is so humiliating. Rie takes a long sigh and quickly changes himself into the pull-up and blushes insanely as he stood there. He felt like a little boy being punished for wetting the bed too many times. "S-so… can I get more clothes." Amaru laughs. "Nope. And it will be easy to keep track of you if you try to wet and don't let daddy know." Rie glares then looks away. "Don't… Call… yourself…that… It's creepy…" Amaru smiles and takes Rie's hand. "Now how about we go eat that steak you wanted" Rie's heart sank. He hates steak… And if he's gotta eat it he's going to regress again. Why did he lie? He started to tear up and shaking thinking about it. He's taken to the kitchen and sat down in front of the steak. "Do you need me to cut it up for you?" Rie felt very uncomfortable but if he cut it up it would give him a while before he had to eat it. He just nodded and Amaru smiles and cuts up his steak. Rie looked grossed out as Amaru finished. "Alright now eat up." Rie gulped as he moved around on the chair feeling his pull up reminding him he's no longer in control. He takes a bite and spits it out on the floor coughing and hacking. "Gross!! Ewww!! This shits so gross! Ahhh!" Suddenly the pain hit him as he regressed to 12 he could feel his pull-up shrink with him. But he was also too distracted by the pain. "You really shouldn't lie to me. And now your 12 because you lied. Your lost 10 years all because you can't control that anger and you are just an awful child." Rie kinda pouts. "I'm not a child…" Amaru smirks. "Oh, is that why your pouting in your pull-up?" Rie blushed. "Could I just get a drink or something…" Amaru nods and gets Rie some apple juice and puts in front of him he looked confused and takes a sip. "Apple juice? I haven't had this since I was a kid?" Rie drinks on it from the cup and Amaru smiles. "Since? You are still a child" Rie avoids eye contact blushing and finishing his drink suddenly it hits Rie how bad he's gotta pee. "Whoa?! Hey, where's the bathroom?!" Amaru points it out in the hall and Rie jumps off the chair and runs to the bathroom holding the front of his pull-up to keep from going. He tries the door and it won't open Rie's eyes feel like they go yellow. "Ahhh!! it's locked!" Amaru gets up. "Oh that's right I forgot I locked it hang in let me go find the key." Rie bounces up and down trying to hold it in as Amaru walks past and goes to his own room. "Why does he leave it locked anyways?!" It feels like forever but Amaru comes out. And holds up the key. "Found it!" This scared Rie being in his own world just trying to calm down but before he knew it he was soaking his pull-up. His face goes pale and his pull-up even leaks some going down his leg. Amaru walks up and sighs. "And I thought you were a big boy. Looks like I was wrong." Rie felt so ashamed and embarrassed. He started to cry Amaru unlocks the door and takes Rie into the bathroom. "Get a shower ok? We will talk after you are clean." Amaru leaves Rie in his own piss-covered pull-up in the bathroom. Rie quickly pulls it off and throws it away. "I can't believe it… I-i just lost a bet… not only that I think my life here's about to get much much worse…" Rie gets in the shower and cleans himself well his fur smelling like pee as well. He wanted it all off he didn't want to smell like a baby either. After he was all cleaned up he grabbed a towel and dries off throwing it around his waist and opening the door. "Amaru...? What am I supposed to wear…?" Rie saw Amaru down by the nursery. "Come down here." Rie slowly walked down to him knowing what he was going to do after losing the bet. But it wasn't his fault! That's not fair! He makes it to him and he takes him into the nursery. "T-this isn't fair! Please don't do this!" Amaru looked serious and grabbed his arm and pulls off his towel and takes him to a table that he picks him up on, making him blush as he quickly covered himself. "Not fair?! And it was fair to all of the people you pranked or hurt?!" Rie looked down as he was pushed onto the table. "I-im sorry I just don't want to be a baby… I'm an adult… You can't make me a baby… Please…" Amaru smiles. "Don't worry just relax you will be like this the rest of your time here." Amaru touches Rie's belly. Then pulls out a baby diaper for kids his age, his eyes get big and he covers his face removing them from his own privates. He didn't want to watch this he felt his legs lift and something soft put under him and cold powder on his crotch. This was the most humiliation he's ever had in his life but at the same time, he was so tired. He remembered Amaru finishing and he moves his hands to see how much of a baby he looked. He was so ashamed but also so tired. Amaru picked him and that's all he remembered. He fell asleep what could Amaru have planned for the 12-year-old goat when he awakens. Rie just knows it's not going to be easy to get used to. -------------- Rie laid in bed before stretching out hearing an unfamiliar crinkle noise from under him. But for some reason, he didn't care he was so relaxed. His body felt like it was floating on a cloud. He didn't want to open his eyes and wake up. That is before he remembered what had happened to him the past day and he sits up quickly with a loud crinkle under his butt. Looking around showed he was in a crib. This was also the nursery so that noise must have been. His face goes pale as he moves his hand down to his crotch to feel a diaper but to even more surprising it was kinda gooey. "Da hew?" Rie blushed realizing he had something in his mouth and pulled it out. This fucking maniac put a pacifier in his mouth! Rie chucks it out of the crib before standing up. Rie's head couldn't even peek over the bars he felt so small. And looking at it in his new 12-year-old body. Rie looked down to see his diaper sagging. He just looked at it confused before it hits him. "A-am I... wet..." Rie looked disgusted and quickly went to rip off the diaper that's when the pains came back he fell against his bed and cried a little as the pains slowly calmed down. Now leaving him as an 11-year-old. "If I'm not careful... I only got 10 years left to go..." Rie shivers. "And I'll be a stupid dumb baby and have to be raised by this maniac..." Suddenly Amaru comes walking in and Rie mumbles. "Speak of the devil..." Amaru looked confused as he walked up to him. "Did you say something?" Rie shook "N-nope! But why am I in a crib?! And... Uhh sucking a pacifier!" Amaru laughs. "Well, I thought you lost the bet and have to wear diapers for as long as you're in my house. So I thought why not give you the full baby treatment. Along with the surprise I gave you yesterday." That's right Amaru said something about a surprise if he lost. "What was this... surprise?" Amaru smirks and pulls Rie out of the crib making him blush. "H-hey put me-" Suddenly Amaru’s cold hands can be felt going into the front side of his diaper and his face goes incredibly red shutting him up for a while. "Well looks like daddy's little one had an accident in his sleep. I guess that's because daddy took away Littles Rie's nighttime bladder control." Rie looked lost and broken. "Y-you did what..." Amaru lays Rie on a table. "Yap my surprise was taking away your nighttime bladder control so for the rest of your life you will always have nighttime accidents." Rie shook and didn't even realize Amaru was changing him; he was so distracted. "B-but I'm going to grow back up!" Amaru nods as he removes Rie's diaper. "Yap and you will need these diapers at night forever. Maybe if you were a better person this wouldn't have happened." Rie tried not to cry he was not a baby but he couldn't help it he just started crying as Amaru wiped him clean and began putting him in a new diaper. Amaru sighs. "I would almost feel bad for you if you weren't such a horrible little monster before all this. I might show some sympathy and let you have back some dignity. But I won't till you understand what you did was so wrong you will continue to regress and pee and poop your diaper like a helpless little baby" Amaru cooed and picked him up patting his diaper butt. Rie continued to cry for a while as Amaru shook him up and down and patted his butt. "I-I want to go home... I don't want to be a baby... I-i want to be an adult again... please I'm sorry for everything I did" He hugs Amaru out of just needing comfort and Amaru sighs. He would be lying if he wasn't growing a small attachment to the childlike a father to his son. "I promise you will get to grow up again one day and you will be a better person for it. Ok?" Rie whimpered and laid against Amaru for a while the rocking mixed with the butt patting was oddly relaxing. That is till Rie's stomach growls loud. "Oh, no looks like daddy's little boys hungry huh?" Rie blushed and looked away. "M-maybe a little... But stop calling yourself "daddy"... it's creepy. " Amaru laughed "Well if I got to change your diapers and re-raise you I think I am your daddy." Rie hated to admit it but he had a point... Even Though he didn't like it he wasn't about to say that in fear of regressing again. But even his own dad didn't show him this much care and love. Not even his mom either. Maybe that's why he turned out so bad his parents were not caring enough. "Let's get you some good food how does that sound?" Amaru says with a smile. "... Can't I have anything to hide this stupid diaper...?" Amaru thinks for a moment for agreeing. "Ok, I think that will work." Rie looked confused as he's sat on the changing table and a big burst of air flies out the back of his diaper. Rie blushed that felt very weird he thought to himself. Amaru snaps and a cute black onesie that snaps down at the crotch with a little baby flower on it. Rie blushes a lot. "Y-you know what I'll take my chances with the diaper only.." Amaru laughs. "Too late!" He has it pulled on him and has a little trouble buttoning it up with Rie's diaper being so thick. Rie was kinda relieved it kinda hid the diaper. But he still looked like an overgrown baby. Rie sighed as he's picked back up and taken to the kitchen and there sits a highchair. Rie looks at Amaru who just has this shit-eating grin on his face. He knows what he's about to do and so does Rie and he absolutely hates it. He grones as Amaru puts him in it locks him in and puts the tray over him. "Is this really necessary..." Amaru nods. "Yap you're getting the full baby treatment." Rie sighs and leans on his arm that's laying on the tray of the highchair. He watches Amaru pull out some jars of food from the cabinet. It was baby food, like for babies that have no teeth. "There's no way I'm feeding myself that..." Amaru laughs and smiles sitting "Good because I planned on feeling it to you." Rie looked confused. "But I can feed myself I'm not flipping helpless!" Amaru opens a jar of food he couldn't read the jar to see what it was. But Amaru already had a spoon full and holding it by his mouth. "Open wide for the plane Rie" Rie looked unamused. "Just give me the damn food I'll feed my-" Suddenly he slams his head against the tray in pain as he regressed again this time to a 10-year-old the pains last longer this time and he lays there for a while. "I don't want to be younger... I don't want to be a baby.. I-i want to go home!" Rie lifts his head up and food is quickly pushed in his open mouth his eyes get big and he has to swallow and he hacks and coughs "Yuck! What the heck is that?!" Amaru looks at it. "Carrots." Rie looks scared. "B-but I'm allergic to carrots..." Amaru looked worried. "Oh no... Uhh hey, how about this! Maybe it will take your mind off it." He opens a jar of applesauce and puts it in Rie's open mouth before he can close and Rie licks it off. He hated to admit it, It was really good. "Umm... Hey, that's not bad... can I get more..." Amaru smiles. "If you ask nicely" Rie sighs and wipes his eyes. "May I please have some more..." Amaru smiles big. "Good job!" He gives Rie another bite. He doesn't know why but Amaru being so proud of him there really made Rie feel kinda happy. Was he growing an attachment to him like a kid to his father? Nah he thought as he was spoon-fed till he couldn't eat another bite he laid on his table his stomach not only full but hurting. He would groan in pain. "That's not just full pains are you ok?" Rie shook his head as Amaru takes him out of his highchair and picks him up. He was in so much pain he didn't even fight this he laid against Amaru. "I think it's the carrots... I normally get sick after eating them..." Amaru looked worried. "How sick?" Rie gulped. "Like diarrhea..." Amaru sighs in relief. "Oh is that all? How about you take a little nap?" Rie rolled his eyes suddenly yawning. "I'm not a baby... I can't just... take a nap whenever..." Rie passes out on Amaru. Amaru went and grabbed Rie's pacifier cleaning it off and putting it in his mouth. Surprisingly like last time he just accepted it. If you didn't know any better you would think Rie was just a big baby. He just needs the right love to grow back up and be a better person. But the real question how long can Rie keep his diaper clean? ------------ Rie was rocking back and forth in his sleep holding his stomach in pain whimpering before he shot awake and jumped up and realized he was in a crib and his eyes get big. And he spits out his pacifier having no time to care he was sucking on that. "AMARU!!" It takes a while but it was too late a small fart escaped him before he began to soil his diaper along with his diaper already being wet from his sleep. Rie couldn't do anything but helplessly fill his diaper like a small child. He felt so grossed out and but his stomach stopped hurting. He looked down noticing he was also wet and his face goes a bright red when Amaru walks in. "Is everything ok Rie?" Rie just nodded. "M-mhm..." Amaru kinda scrunched his face clearly getting a sniff of something and Amaru walks closer. "That's good I thought you might be hurt you just want to be let out of your crib don't you?" Amaru smiles standing in front of him. And Rie nods blushing still and ashamed of himself. "Ya..." Amaru picks up Rie into his arms but just before it felt like Amaru was about to set him down he pulls back the back of Rie's diaper making him scream. "AHHH! DON'T!" He covered his face and Amaru laughed. "Awww poor little guy had a mess I see. And it looked like he's also wet." Amaru smiles as he goes and sits Rie down on his butt and Rie looked disgusted feeling it all squish into him. Amaru lays him back and Rie can't do anything but blush. It's the first time Rie has felt so small and helpless. But he knows he's got to get used to this. Amaru pulls the diaper back and starts cleaning him off this being Rie's second diaper change only definitely didn't help. He felt every second more and more of his dignity was stripped away. But after what seems like forever Amaru gets him changed into a new diaper and Rie gave a sigh of relief. Not that he was back in a diaper but just he was clean. That was the worst thing he could deal with being wet still gross but that was horrible. Amaru just chuckles. "Happy to be in a clean diaper little one?" Rie blushes and nodded. "I'm not happy to be in a diaper... but I am happy to be clean... That was disgusting and embarrassing." Amaru just smiles. "You thirsty?" Rie kinda was, but there was probably a catch. He sighs. "Ya... Kinda?" Amaru picks him up. And Rie sighs again. "You know I can walk... I'm not completely helpless." Amaru smirks and puts him on the ground and Rie looks up seeing how small he has gotten and Rie gulps. "Oh, I know who said I was going to carry you in there? I was just putting you down. Heh or is the little guy just expecting me to carry him" Amaru laughs and Rie just blushes a lot. "N-no! I was just... Saying!" Unknowing to him though he reaches his hand up and takes Amaru’s hand. Amaru looked kinda surprised and then smiled. Knowing the small boy just wanted some comfort being scared. "I got some chocolate milk in there for you. You like that don't you?" Rie's expression changed completely and his small goat tail shook. "C-chocolate milk?" Rie looked so excited and even smiles. "Yap and it's all for you. Because I accidentally gave you food you couldn't eat... I felt awful for that I'm here to teach you a lesson not put you through that." Rie nodded. "I haven't had chocolate milk since I was a kid! Mom and dad said I couldn't have it because it was too expensive... But they would always buy it and drink it in front of me..." He suddenly looked sad. It kinda broke Amaru’s heart. But he tried to stay strong. "Why would they do that?" Rie shrugs. "Probably because out of me and my brother I was the unwanted one... So they liked to hurt me..." Amaru sighs. "Now I see why you got so many problems... ItsIt's not your fault, it's your parents. Well, don't worry kiddo your new daddy Amaru will give you as much as he wants if he promises to be a good boy." Rie lets out a super cute smile the diaper only adding to that cuteness factor. "I'll try!!" Amaru laughs and takes the small goat to the kitchen by his hand and opens the fridge where's there a bunch of baby bottles of chocolate milk and Rie tilts his head. "Ok, there's milk in here any time you want to come grab a bottle to drink." Rie looked more confused then looks at Amaru. "... Do I take the rubber thing off? What are those?" Amaru looked baffled. "They are bottles and that's the nipple. You know here..." He grabs one out and hands him. "Just suck it out of it." Rie felt kinda silly but he also didn't understand. This is what babies use to drink out of. He drinks some and smiles. "Whoa! It gives me the chocolate milk in a cool way!" Rie walks over to the couch and crawls up and holds it back and drinks on it and it's super relaxing. All Amaru could do is smile. "That innocents is so cute... But I hate to ruin it for you but Rie you do know that those are for babies right?" Rie's face goes bright red and spits it out. "W-what?! Your serious?!" Amaru laughs. "Wow, you seriously didn't know. Well, you look so relaxed just go back to drinking." Rie blushes and just sits it down. "Nah... I'm good..." Rie hated to admit he enjoyed it but not that he knows it for baby’s he can't let anyone know he liked it they might think he's a baby. Even though he's like 10 years old and standing in a diaper. "Hey how about we go for a while?" Amaru said jokingly clearly but this just hit Rie wrong "LIKE HELL! F-" He falls to the ground in pain. "Wait not I'm sorry!" He slowly regressed to a 9-year-old as the pains stop. And Amaru sighs. "If you're not careful you're going to end up losing all your memories... and in my opinion, I would rather you keep them...but I'm kinda serious now about the walk but maybe afternoon? You can show off your new padded tush to all the pretty girls." Amaru laughs and Rie throws his chocolate milk down and it bounces and hits the TV and makes it fall over and break and then the milk goes everywhere but Rie doesn't regress right away. And Rie looked pale. And Amaru looked furious at Rie. "RIE IN FRONT OF ME RIGHT NOW!" Rie runs over In front of Amaru. "Please don't regress me! I didn't mean to!" Amaru takes a loud sigh and glares at him. "The only reason you haven't regressed was because you didn't cause it on purpose... But you still need to be punished." Rie shakes "But..." Amaru thinks for a smile before smiling. "Got it and no buts Rie! You need to learn actions have consequences. Now." Amaru touches Rie's mouth and he looks confused and touched his own mouth. "WA you do?" Rie's eyes get big and checks for a pacifier in his mouth and finds nothing. "W-wha hav you do?" Amaru smirks. "I took away your big boy speak. No more big words or anything for you for a very long time." Rie gulps. "Woke forever...?" Amaru laughed. "No no! Probably only till you hit old enough to talk again. Who knows maybe a max of 10 years or so?" Rie looked a little relieved but still hated it. "Me now tawk wike a baby... wear diapers...drink baby ba bas... Sweep in cwib and wet in sweep! Me might as well be baby!" Rie crosses his arms and pouts and Amaru laughs. "That can be arranged" Rie shakes his head. "No no! Me joke!" Amaru laughs more "You're so cute now. But how about we get ready for your trip out?" Rie blushes. "Sewiously? But me only in diapy... People will waf... People Can't see me wike dis... pwees" Amaru sighs. "Rie your like 9 no one's going to know exactly who you are and if they do well this is your punishment so it's kinda hard to feel bad. I could always take away anything else that makes you feel big, like your normal bladder control?" His eyes get big and shakes his head Amaru goes over to a small closet and pulls out a stroller and unfolds it by Rie and pats it. "Get on in diaper butt." Rie blushes and waddled over and sat down in it and Amaru straps him in and pushes him to the door Rie was super nervous. Was he going to meet someone he knew? Was he going to get embarrassed? Was he going to have an accident not being able to find a bathroom? He hoped not Amaru handed him a teddy bear. "Hug this and hide your face it. It will help." Rie hated to admit it but just hugging it helped calm him down and hiding his face helped also. His first trip outside since all this has happened. ----------- They leave the house and just walked along the road people would stare at him and smiled like he was some cute small baby lucky for him he had that teddy bear to hide his face. He's never felt so embarrassed in his life. Well except when he shit himself. But that was more shame. They walk all the way to the park with not much talking at all just getting some fresh air. In a way, Rie was relieved to get some air. He's been trapped in that house for a day and a half. After they make it to the park they can hear police sirens off in the distance and they both looked kinda confused. "Wonder what's going on?" Rie shrugged. "Maybe bad guy run from dem" Rie sighed at his speech that's going to take a long time to get used to, he thought. But while they stayed there they saw a small boy that almost looked Rie's age completely naked. Rie's eyes got big and hid his face not wanting to see that. "Heh, well hello there little guy?" Amaru stopped the young boy from running past. The boy looked scared. But can you blame him Amarus probably pretty freaky looking? "Don't worry, I don't want to hurt you. My names Amaru and this is Rie, my small little boy." Rie blushes like Crazy. The boy noticed Rie's diaper quickly. Rie didn't look happy quite angry but scared of regressing if he said anything. "Hmm did you run away from your mommy and daddy all naked like that?" The boy blushes a lot and nods. Amaru smiles and makes a diaper bag appear and pulls out a shirt and pants. They're all pretty childish probably for a 9-year-old. Rie saw them and wondered why he couldn't have them. He didn't want to stay in a diaper all day. "Here you go little guy oh one more thing!" Amaru pulls out a pull-up "I doubt you have accidents but it would be a shame if you messed up these clothes. Not for my sake but it seems you probably don't plan on going home huh?" The boy blushed and quickly put on the pants and shirt and smiled. "Umm thanks… I-I'm Oliver by the way…" Oliver put the pull-up in the back ring of his pants he didn't want to wear them for obvious reasons but he still keep them for some reason? "Well hello, Oliver. I-" Suddenly the sirens get louder and Oliver's eyes get big and pulls his shirt down over the pull-up to hide he has, it probably just being nice. "Sorry to stop but uhh I got to go!!" Oliver runs off and they watch as he runs off. Then Amaru sighs. "Poor kid… That's all I can do to help him for the moment. But I get a feeling that won't be the last time we see him." Rie looked confused. "You swod have made him wear da pull-up. Me think it be funny!" Rie giggles. Amaru gets serious. "Because you're the one being punished by me not him. And I think he is being punished enough for whatever reason." Rie looked confused. "Oh… But he so young? Why wet him wun?" Amaru laughs. "He did look quite young, didn't he? But actually, he was your age right now anyways. Around 9. But he's probably not far off your real age." Ries's eyes get big. "You mewn…" Amaru nods. "I'm afraid so… He's been regressed but not normally it's a curse… And I'm not allowed to remove curses. And that's very bad for a God to break the rules." Rie looked blown away. "Whoa…poor guy…" Amaru looked kinda surprised. "Did you just show sympathy?" Rie blushes and nodded. "I did huh… me guess me just staring to uwderstawd how embarrassing dis is and how bad it was for others I hurt…" Amaru smiles. "Rie I'm so proud of you that's some big progress for only a day and a half." Rie blushes and smiles some. They spend the rest of the day hanging out at the park. Amaru got Rie some ice cream that he instantly dropped all over himself. Then he got another but now he's all sticky. So not only did Rie have to deal with a diaper he was also all sticky. He was also getting to the point he had to pee. "Amaru…?" He looks down while they walk around. "Yes?" Rie gulps nervous of the answer. "Umm… I Got to pee… can we stop by a bathroom?" Amaru sighs. "Fine… Looks like there is one down there" They walk all the way down to it and at this point there's a sign on the door saying bathrooms broken. "Looks to be out of order Rie sorry. But lucky you have a diaper on." Rie blushes determined to not use it. Not like this anyways. They keep walking and it's getting quite late Rie has held it so long that he has taken his mind off it. Rie didn't like to brag but he used to have a strong bladder. But it was getting late and Rie would let out the occasional yawn. Fighting falling asleep. But after a while, that failed and he hugged his bear and he was history. Amaru smiled and noticed Rie's diaper just flood now that he's asleep. "Poor guy had to go so bad. If he keeps holding it like that he's going to hurt himself." Amaru takes Rie home and lays him on the changing table and changes his diaper while he sleeps. Amaru thought he might be happy to wake up dry tonight. He puts the pacifier in Rie's mouth and smiles. "So worth it to make him want to suck a pacifier while he sleeps. He just thinks his body's doing it naturally but don't tell him." Rie sleeps happily as Amaru lays Rie in his crib. He tucks him in and shuts off the light and shuts the door and goes to his own room. Things are about to get super interesting the next few days Amaru thought to himself. ------------ Rie felt very relaxed he was hugging something tight and he didn't know why. But being so relaxed he kinda didn't care. He rolled over that's when the strange padded feeling came back to him. Memories of the day before came flooding back as he grones and sits up hugging a teddy bear and sucking on his pacifier. He blushes as he pulls out the pacifier and looks at it confused. "Why he keep give me dis siwy ting?" He sighed hearing himself talk thinking damn it Rie talk correctly to himself. Rie threw the pacifier down and remembered his padding between his legs but didn't remember feeling any wetness. His hand quickly reaches down for it as he eyes get big and smiles. "Me dry! Me big boy gin!" Rie was so happy he even made his teddy bear dance. "You hew Dat Mr teddy! Me big boy!" He laughs and then jumps up in his crib doing a super cute little dance of happiness. Then holds his teddy outside the bars. "Just you wait tiw amawo finds out I'm dry he might age me up!" Rie moved the bear around outside the bars pretending it was a plane he kinda spaced out before Amaru was just standing there. He actually walked in and has been watching him but Rie was having so much fun he didn't notice. "Heh having fun little one?" Rie snapped back in and realized what he was doing and blushes like Crazy and threw his bear down to the ground and sat down quickly and crosses his arms. "no! Me was bored! Woke super bored!" Amaru laughs and Rie blushes more. "At least me was dry and had no accident…" Rie smiles and stuck his tongue out at Amaru. "Wow, such a growing boy!" Rie's face light up. And he smiled. Just like he thought he might even get to be an adult again. "Is what I would say… But I changed you before I laid you down. You were a soaked little boy heh." Ries attitude changed really fast he even almost started crying. "B-but… you soppose to age me up because me so big…" Amaru sighs and picks up Rie. "Unfortunately no. But you are growing up maybe not in a way of age or anything but in a way of mental becoming a better person." Rie wipes his eyes and looks at Amaru. "Willy?" Amaru smiles and nods taking him to the kitchen. "You hungry?" Rie nods. "Vewy…." Amaru smiles and laughs some at how cute his speech is. Amaru grabs a strange bottle of chocolate milk out of the fridge and takes Rie to the ground room. "... Me not going to get full on a dwink…" Amaru winks. "I'm a God Rie I can make you get full-on anything." He lays Rie back and before Rie can even say anything Amaru puts the bottle in his mouth. Rie blushes but his love for chocolate milk doesn't help him fight drinking. As he starts to drink he can feel it filling his belly up like he's eating lunch. It's such a strange feeling to him. But he keeps going relaxing. He soon gets a bit full and wants to stop but can't get away. He's forced to keep drinking more and more. This bottle was never-ending he swore he felt like he was about to explode. His stomach was starting to hurt as Amaru pulls the bottle away. Rie had milk and drool going down the side of his face. "Soooo full… No more…" Amaru smiles. "Needed do make sure my little guy was all stuffed. And getting his nutrition." Amaru boops Rie's nose then that's when it hits Rie normally when he first wakes up, goes to the bathroom before all this happened. And he hasn't and it hits him how bad he's got to go. ".. I need to pee… I need to go… " Amaru smiles and puts Rie on the ground. Knowing Rie hasn't walked in a few days along with being so full Rie might not make it but let him feel like he has a choice. "Well go" Rie’s leg shook. Why didn't he feel like this in the crib? Oh, right he was holding himself up. Rie tried to take a step nearly falling. "Ahh!" Amaru smiles. "Aww look at daddy's little Rie learning to walk!" Rie blushed. "I know how to walk…" He took a step but fell to the ground hard and this also made him start to wet his diaper he sat there in horror as he wet his diaper like a little baby. He keeps going and going. He soaked his diaper before he looked down to see how puffed out his diaper was. He couldn't even close his legs at all anymore. He felt so grossed out. "I-I…" Amaru goes over and hugs him. "It's ok little one all babies have accidents." This really hit Rie hard as he started crying into Amaru. "Me not baby! M-me not…" Amaru rubs Rie's back and comforts him. "One day you will be a big boy again. I promise. I won't leave you like this forever ok?" Rie nods and tries to stop himself from crying. "Now how about we clean you up and get you a bath? Your furs probably all gross feeling huh?" Rie didn't care he just laid in Amaru’s arms as he picked him up and took him to the bathroom. He removed Rie's diaper and started some water getting it enough to get Rie wet. "Here we go!" Amaru sits Rie in the water who blushed. "Me can bathe me self!" Amaru shakes his finger in his face. "Watch it, young man. I want to make sure you're all clean." Rie pouts as Amaru gives Rie a good scrub who was blushing the whole time. Amaru didn't leave any place uncleaned. After his bath, he let out the water took Rie out and dried him off. Rie was looking at his body he still couldn't believe he was 9. He honestly thought he was older but he's also treated like a toddler. Amaru takes Rie to the nursery and lays Rie on the table grabbing a new diaper for him. "I hate how much you act like a dad… And call yourself daddy… It's so weird…" Amaru lifts Rie and diapers him all up. "Well, I'm sure in time you will consider me your daddy. I would really like that." Amaru smiles and Rie blushes looking away. "Ya wite…" Amaru sighs and shrugs. "Fine… Would you like to go back to the park to play this time?" Rie thought for a moment anything got to be more fun this being here. "... Can I get clothes." Amaru thinks for a moment before nodding. "Well alright fine. But I get to pick you something cute!" Rie rolls his eyes as Amaru goes to a dresser and opens it up going through it. Rie sits up to see what's in it but couldn't tell. But Amaru turns around with a button at the crotch onesie. Rie grones it had a flower in it. He then pulled out a t-shirt that said daddy's diapered boy. And some cute shorts. "Why do I need the stupid onesie…? With the other clothes?" Amaru smiles "Well, it will help your diaper stay in place and keep from sagging bad and make sure your extra safe." Rie blushes as Amaru changes Rie into his clothes. He then grabs the stroller from yesterday and puts him in it grabs Rie's teddy who quickly swiped it up and hugged it. And off they went to the park. ---------- On their way to the park, Rie would get a lot of attention from the ladies but probably in a way he never wanted. He looked and sounded like an oversized toddler people probably think he's special. It was so embarrassing. He mostly hid behind his bear and would be forced to say thank you a lot but coming out like "fank you". And the girls would coo and aww at him. He was thankful when they finally made it to the park. "Fank God… Me tiwred of people tawking to me…" Amaru laughs some and takes him out of the stroller and set him on the ground on his butt. He thought it was kinda comfortable with the diaper padding and the grass against his legs felt kinda funny. Amaru pulls some toys out of Rie's diaper bag. "Want to play with some toys Rie?" He smiles and puts them around him. Rie blushes and pretends to look Uninterested at all. He continues to hug his bear mostly for comfort. The feeling of his diaper cushioning his butt and the grass against his legs felt nice even though he wouldn't let anyone know. Amaru sighed. "Guess not. Surprised that your child-like mind hasn't taken over yet. You have gotten quite young." As they sit there Rie started to grab a toy as they hear two women talking. "Have you been watching the news?" The next lady responds "Oh ya! About the little boy that's been running around town?" Amaru mumbles to himself. "Little boy?" Rie hears Amaru say something and jumps pulling his hand away from the toy and blushing thinking Amaru saw him. He looked back at Amaru who was looking at the two women. "Ya apparently they caught him. They told everyone about the boy but no one's coming up as his parent. Poor kid… He won't even tell anyone who his mom or dad is. He points out where he lives but it seems like only a man lived there and they are nowhere around probably got sick of the kid and ran away… " The women covered their mouths. "That's awful! I hear he also got put up for adoption… I would so go adopt him but I can barely afford the kids I got now." They both sighed and Amaru looks like he was thinking. Rie speaks up. "Dis boy? Is it same boy as the other day?" Amaru took a while to respond. "I think so…" He sighs then smiles at Rie. "Ok, it's decided! Rie you're going to have a little brother!" Rie's eyes get big. "W-what?!" Amaru grabs Rie who quickly grabs his bear and a toy as he's put up in his stroller and pushed back to his car. "Y-you forgot my toys…" Amaru smirks. "I thought you didn't want to play with them." Rie blushes. "O-oh ya there stupid!" Amaru laughs and snaps and the toys appear in a bag in his hand. "Here you go, baby" Amaru smiles and Rie's face is bright red as he grabs the bag and Amaru takes Rie out of the stroller and puts him in his car seat. "Ok where heading to the Orphanage do you need a diaper change?" Rie rolled his eyes and looked away. "I'll take that as a no." Amaru laughs and puts the stroller in the car and gets in. Rie's curiosity gets the best of him and touches the front of his diaper and his eyes get big finding it wet but he didn't have the guts to say anything. Then Rie wondered if Amaru knew as they drive off to the Orphanage. Rie watched out the window trying to take his mind off his wet diaper. It didn't work well but before he even knew it they were there. "You ready to go in Rie?" Rie jumps. "ME NOT!!" Amaru looks confused and smiles. "Not what baby?" Rie looks nervous. "N-not a baby! Ya!" Amaru laughs and gets out unstrapping Rie from his car seat then picks him up carrying him into the Orphanage as they walk up to the front desk. "Hello?" Amaru says to a young woman. She jumps and looks up. "Oh hello, sir can I help you?" Her eyes lock eyes with Rie who blushed and held his face in Amaru who smiled. "I was interested in adopting." She jumps up and grabs a sucker and walks around the desk. "That's wonderful sir! We only have one at the moment… But I suppose you know that? Hey little Guy your shy heh want a sucker?" Rie peeks at her and reaches for the sucker grabbing it and putting it in his mouth. "Heh, what do you say Rie?" He blushes. "Fank you…" She laughs. "He's so adorable! But I think he's wet? Anyways continue down the hall, you will see the young man named Oliver. He very uhh angry young man just take it easy on him ok?" Amaru smiles and Rie blushes sucking the sucker harder for comfort. As Amaru patted Rie's diaper. "I know just haven't got time to change him. I'll be back if I make my decision." The lady smiles and nods as they walk down the hall Rie feeling so ashamed. What if the boy noticed? He hopes not. Heading down they find one room that says occupied with the door open. they see a young boy laying in the bed crying. Rie looked down at him feeling bad for him. Amaru frowns. "Oliver is it? Are you alright?" He jolts up glaring at him. "DOES IT FUCKING LOOK LIKE… I'm...ok? Wait you look familiar…?" Amaru smiles. "I'm the one who helped you. I gave you some clothes. That you're not wearing? Did something happen?" He lays his head down. "I don't want to talk about it…" Amaru nods. "I understand. But if you would allow me I thought I might adopt you. Or at least give you a place to stay. I know you're not really a toddler." He looks at Amaru with big eyes. "Y-you do?" Amaru nods. "And… If I go with you, Will you help me?" Amaru nods Again. "Well as much as I possibly can." Oliver smiles big. "Ok! I'll go!" Amaru looked happy. "Ok, I'll go fill out the paperwork you care of I leave my baby in here for a bit?" Rie blushes shaking his head. "I don't mind? What's his name?" Amaru sighs. "His name is Rie. Now Rie I need you to be good I'll be back ok?" Amaru puts him down and walks off. Oliver looks down at him and smiles. "Hey" Rie keeps looking away. Then Oliver smirks. "Hey diapered baby ass hole." Rie blushes more looking at him and he laughs. "So you respond to that! Whatever, you're Rie I don't know how but you're the ass who embarrassed me by shoving me in a trash can back in school aren't you?" Rie's eyes get big and he looks down not expecting that. "M-me not know… I-I not member you…" Oliver laughs more. "You even sound like a baby!" Then he sighs remembering his own problems. "You probably wouldn't remember me. No one does… Not even my girlfriend!" He rubs his head and sighs again. Rie keeps looking down. "I-im really sorry… But my- I mean Amaru really wants to help you… And so do I…" Oliver gets off his bed and looks at Rie. "Help from a diapered baby? Ya, no thanks." Rie was so ashamed and blushing he was starting to cry even. Rie looked up as Oliver was pulling out a bag from under his bed but his shirt was riding up and his pants slipped down and exposed his pull-up. Rie's eyes get big. "You wear a pull-up?" Oliver jumps slamming his head on the under of his bed and pulls out blushing. "NO! SHUT THE HELL UP! You have one dame accident like this and fucking cops think you need pull-ups!!" Rie couldn't even laugh but feel sympathy. "Ya… Me know… Amarus the one who took away all my bladder control… And even made me a baby…" Oliver's eyes get huge. "A-Amaru did this to you? W-what's stopping this guy from doing that to me?!" Rie gets a smirk "Who knows maybe it be worse." Rie laughs then suddenly cries in pain as his small little body regressed even more from 9 years old to 8. "No, me sorry!! Me not want to be younger it was just a joke! It wasn't bad!" Rie cried even after the pain stopped and Oliver looked terrified Oliver went running out of the room and grabbed the door handle to open his door. He was not about to let that happen to him. ----------- As Oliver opened the door Amaru was standing there and he shakes backing up also blushing. And Amaru looks confused at him and then looks at Rie and sighs. "Rie… You're younger... Did you not learn your lesson yet?" Rie keeps crying and holds his hands up and Amaru picks up Rie who hugs Amaru and lays his face into him just being so upset with himself he regressed again being so scared he might regress too far. Oliver looked to the door then glared at Amaru. "Why did you do that to Rie?! I mean he's an ass ya but I mean that's awful!" Amaru smiles and pets Rie's head who starts to calm down. "Well because this is Rie's punishment. Don't worry I won't do anything to you Oliver." Oliver calms down and looks at him. "R-really?" Amaru interrupts him. "Do you have a reason to be punished more than you already are?" Oliver looks down and thinks for a while. "Well… no I don't think so…" Amaru smiles. "Good, now all the paperwork is done would you like to come see the place you will be staying?" Oliver looks up and nods. "Ok… Sorry for thinking you would do that to me…" Amaru smiles and walks out to the car and puts Rie in his car seat who has fallen asleep. "No need to apologize. You haven't wronged me. Sit in the front with me we can talk some while Rie sleeps on the way home." Oliver opens the passager seat and got in and shuts the door. "If you say so Amaru… I know you" Adopted" me but I'm not really a kid you can't really do that… " Oliver squirms in his seat as Amaru gets in the driver's seat. "I know you're not really a 9 year old and I know you're cursed." Oliver's eyes get big. "You know about my curse?! W-wait you know how to fix me don't you?!" Oliver looks very distracted. While he looks at Amaru. Amaru sighs "Unfortunately I know… But unfortunately, I'm not allowed to fix you. But are you alright? You seem distracted by your seat? Are you uncomfortable? You need to go to the bathroom?" Oliver blushes and shakes his head. "O-oh no wet I-i mean problem! B-But… That sucks…" Amaru chuckles a little. "The lady at the counter said you were in a pull-up is that correct?" Oliver's face goes bright red and covers his face. "N-no…." He sighs. "You had an accident didn't you?" Oliver blushes even more but drops his hands in defeat. "It was an accident… I was caught by the cops and I told them I had to use the restroom but I didn't make it in time and they put me in a damn pull up… Then Rie was telling me all this stuff you did to him and I was going to run away but you were right at the door and it scared the piss out of me… " Amaru sighs "Well, when we get you home we can get you changed into a clean pull up ok?" His eyes get huge. "W-wait you can't change me! I don't need pull-ups and diapers! Please it was an accident! It's not fair." Oliver shakes and Amaru sighs. "Poor kid relax I didn't mean I would change you I just meant get you into something clean. And don't worry about Rie he's completely harmless right now. Just a diaper-wearing baby at the moment and probably will be for a long time. Heh." Oliver calms down and even laughed some looking back at him. "He is kinda cute like this… He was such a bully when I knew him now he's cute and small" Amaru smiles. "I guess you two have something in common?" Oliver blushes. "I-im not small and cute… I'm small and intimidating!" Amaru laughs as they reach the house and Oliver's eyes get big seeing the house. "Woah… This is a nice house…" Amaru gets out and picks up the sleeping Rie and carries him to the door and Oliver jumps out and follows him taking careful steps not liking his wet pull up touching his legs. "Well thank you, Oliver." Amaru gets inside and heads to Rie's room and lays him on a changing table. Starting to change his wet diaper that's gotten wetter since he fell asleep. Oliver walks in seeing Rie being changed and blushes turning around. "You could have warned me!" Amaru quiets him. "Shhh" Rie groans kinda waking up seeing Amaru changing him but then seeing Oliver in the room and his face goes bright red keeping quiet. "See Oliver you woke the baby up… Shhh it's ok Rie head on back to sleep" He grabs his pacifier and puts in his mouth. It relaxes Rie as his diaper change is finished and then he is placed into his crib. Amaru kisses Rie's head. "Night baby, love you." Rie hugs his teddy bear and looks away from then as Amaru pushes Oliver out of the room and shuts the door. "S-sorry for waking Rie… I-i mean the baby…?" Amaru smile. "It's ok he's just really shy during changes right now." Oliver sighed. "I can't blame him… Can I get some underwear or something now?" Amaru nods. "But on one condition." Oliver looks confused. "Condition?" Amaru smirks a bit. "If you have one more accident you will diapered the rest of your time here. I know you can control it but if you need to use the restroom ask me for the key I'll unlock it ok? I keep the bathroom locked in case Rie tries to use it. He's not allowed to with his punishment." Oliver nods. "Oh ok! Whatever I don't plan on ever having an accident… but you can't be serious… Diapers...god I would rather die… " Amaru sighs. "Can you not talk about dying? I really don't like it" Amaru opens the bathroom door and shows him the baby wipes and snaps giving him a pair of cute kids' underwear. "Here you go." Oliver blushes and rolls his eyes and pulls off his pants wanting to change then remembers Amarus there and blushes more. "Could you turn around…? Also… You can't fix me… Can you tell me how to break this curse?" Amaru turns around and there's the sound of a wet pull-up hitting the ground and he nods. "I can but you won't like it are you sure?" Oliver continues to clean himself up. "Yes, I'm positive please!" Amaru sighs. "Alright well… The only way to break the curse is true love and not with a kid your age it has to be an adult your real age." Oliver's eyes get big as he puts on his underwear and his pants. "Ok, I'm done… But you can't be serious?! My girlfriend doesn't remember me! No one does! It's not fair. There's no one that will do that, that's fucked up pedo shit!" Amaru nods and turns around. "That's the point… To keep you like this forever… And even if you broke the curse… it wouldn't end the way you think…" Oliver looked down. "There's got to be a way…" Amaru leads Oliver to a room that is specifically made for him. "There is true love's kiss. Maybe we can think of a way if you truly want to be fixed?" Oliver looks up at him. "Yes, please! But how can I do that here?" Amaru thinks then nods. "Well, you need to stay here. Or the police might come after you again. But use this room till you are fixed ok?" Oliver smiles. "Wow, thanks Amaru… You have no reason to help me… But you are and thank you…" Oliver sits on the bed And yawns. "I think I want to sleep…" Amaru smiles. "Oh ok. sleep well there's a dresser full of clothes you can change into some pj's if you like." Oliver nods knowing he wasn't going to do that and laid back on the bed. Amaru left and sighs. "Poor kid… even if he breaks this curse he won't like the outcome… It's a curse that's supposed to feel like you can break it and get better but give false hope. I will take care of him and whatever girl he falls for if he does find a way to do it. Good luck my friend." Amaru walks off to his own room to lay down for the night. -------------- As Amaru was getting laid down to sleep he gets a call from his boss explaining he needs Amaru to pick something up for him. Amaru sighed and decided to write a note. "To Rie or Oliver whoever may find this first. I have to step out for a few hours if you need anything there are drinks in the fridge mostly chocolate milk in bottles for Rie but you can have some too Oliver just remove the cap unless you don't want to whatever. Anyways, be good and don't make a mess please." He wrote love you both but rubs it out and just puts love you Rie. Before putting it on the outside of his door and leaving the house. An hour goes by before Rie sits up in his crib quickly from a nightmare. "Ahhh!" He breathes heavily and laughs some. "Me had a tupid dream… I was a baby-" He looks around then down and sighs. "No dweam…" He coughs some "Me so firsty… Amaru? Me need a dwink?" He waited a while before rolling his eyes and stands up his legs kinda shaking from not walking for so long. "Whoa… Anyways me need a dwink me get myself dwink!" Rie's diaper sags a bit from wetting during his sleep and hits the latches on his crib to make the side go down and Rie jumps down and falls on his hands and knees and groans. "Well… It's easier than walking right now… I'm really becoming a baby…" Rie crawls to the kitchen easy to get out of his room since it was opened at least. It was dark outside and dark in the house lucky Rie could kinda see in the dark not perfect but decently well. Rie pulls himself up to the fridge door and opened it seeing bottles of chocolate milk and his eyes light up grabbing one and drinking from it holding his head back and drinking for a while. Rie didn't care it was in a bottle he would drink chocolate milk either way. Rie waddled his way through the kitchen drinking his chocolate milk slowly. As he went down the hall he found Oliver's door open he peeked in to see no one there. Then he saw someone standing at the door of Amaru’s room. He could see it was Oliver he turned around and his eyes got big as he backed up to the door just staring at Rie looking scared. Rie looked confused and pulled the bottle from his mouth and walked closer to Oliver and went to reach for him when he screams. "AHHHHH!! GETAWAY MONSTER!!" Suddenly there was a hissing sound Rie backed up. "D-did you just pee pee?" Suddenly Oliver sees its, Rie and him both blushed insanely before his eyes get big again and runs to his room slamming his door. Rie looks down. "Yuck…" Rie shrugs and drinks his milk going back to his room and laying in bed and sucking on his bottle. Even Rie couldn't resist how relaxing it was to space out and drink. He thought it would be nicer not to have to hold it but hey he wouldn't complain. It even took his mind off his wet diaper. Suddenly as he was half asleep someone came in his room and shook him. "Rie." Rie jumps and throws his bottle. "Ahhh!! Wut?!" He blushes a lot seeing Amaru only wetting his diaper again Amaru laughs some "I'm sorry did I scare you? You just looked so cute drinking from your bottle." Amaru checks Rie's diaper. And Rie blushes a lot. "Wut you doing…?" Amaru sighs. "That's what I was afraid of… Your soaked" Rie tears up. "I-I don't mean to…" Amaru smiles and hugs Rie. "No no, relax that's not what I meant… Don't cry I just saw a wet spot on the floor by my room. You wouldn't know anything would you?" Amaru picks up Rie and takes him to the changing table. "Well...Oliver was there then he screamed and wet… Then ran off? Me guessing I scared him?" Amaru laughs as he removed Rie's diaper and is cleaning him. "Rie it's dark and you're like pure black. You probably looked like a floating diaper and eyes or something. You probably terrified the poor kid." He laughs more. Rie looked upset as his new diaper was put on him. "Me not mean to scare him… I-im going to wegress wight?" Amaru shakes his head. "Don't worry Rie that was an accident and I guess I need to talk to Oliver soon but you first Rie." He looks confused. "Well, it's about this regressing… I want you to start being able to grow up and not lose all your memories but I don't trust you to stop being bad so I can make that happen." Rie smiles big. "You cawn?! Yay!! Me going to grow up!" Amaru sighs. "On one condition, you give up your bladder control and ability to walk" Rie stops looking so happy and his eyes get big. "F-forever?" Amaru shakes his head. "Only till you are 16. Then you can start potty training and taking walking lessons." Rie thinks for a while before sighing. "Ok…. Me not want to be younger…" Amaru smiles and picks up Rie and hugs him as he takes Rie's bladder control and abilities to walk and kisses his head Rie starts shaking and starts crying being so upset he can't do those things. Rie cries for a while before Amaru puts Rie's pacifier in his mouth making him calm down and fall asleep in his arms. Amaru smiles. "I'll be a good dad to you I promise" Amaru lays him in his bed and tucks him in. After he leaves and goes to Oliver's room. Who's laying on his bed sleeping or looking like he's sleeping. "Oliver, can we talk?" No response. Amaru sighs sitting on the bed by him who starts to shake. As Amaru sits down he sees some wet pants on the ground in front of his dresser and frowns. "Oliver I know you're not asleep. Come on now." He pulls back the covers to see Oliver in New PJ pants then before bed and Oliver starts crying. "It's not fair! It was an accident! Give me another chance! There was a super scary dark monster out there… then it had Rie’s voice…. This wasn't my fault, please! I'm begging you!" Amaru felt bad but he did promise him. "Oliver look you're 9 years old now. And probably will be for a long time. No matter how much you feel like an adult the truth is you are a child, a 9-year-old. Only a bit older than Rie. And kids have weak bladders you see? Maybe you just have a problem?" Oliver looks at him. "Y-ya I have problems! So it wasn't my fault… And so… " Oliver looked hopefully but Amaru sighs. "But unfortunately a promise is a promise. You must be punished even if it was an accident." Oliver shakes his head. "No!! I won't let you!!" Amaru snaps and a changing table appears in his room and a bunch of different diapers also appear about his size. "Oliver I suggest you listen to me or ill make the punishment worse understand me? I'm the only one willing to help you break your curse." Oliver's eyes get big and looks down. "What do you need me to do…?" He looks kinda broken. And Amaru goes over to the changing table. "Come here." Oliver bites his lip "But…" Amaru glares a bit getting kinda angry with him. "No butts! Now move yours!" His eyes get big and jumps up and goes to Amaru who picks up Oliver and lays him on the changing table. He removed Oliver's pants having no underwear on from wetting his. Making Oliver blush more. Amaru grabs a diaper unfolds it and puts it under him. All Oliver could do was watch as this man diapered him. Putting baby powder over his crotch and pulling the diaper over him. It had a cute childish print on it like Rie's. Oliver was picked up and put on the ground all he could do was stare at himself in disbelief and then looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a toddler. He couldn't stop blushing. He was so embarrassed he wanted to die. Amaru smiles. "There not so bad, was it? And now you don't have to worry about changing clothes if you wet again heh. Just ask me if you need a change." Oliver looked down. "Seriously… I Have to ask you to change me…" Amaru shrugs. "I mean unless we have another adult in the house." Oliver felt even smaller not being an adult. This made Oliver start to cry. "I don't want to be a diapered baby… I want to be an adult again." He cried harder and Amaru felt bad and grabbed Oliver and picked him up patting his diaper butt and using his powers to relax him. Oliver would slowly relax and slowly put his thumb in his mouth and sucked it. Amaru laid Oliver in bed tucked him in and left. "Stage one of fix Oliver complete… I knew this was going to happen but I also know this will help Oliver in the long run… He better get used to being diapered heh… he's very cute too bad I can't keep him like Rie…" Amaru goes and cleans up Oliver's mess and then goes to his own room Finally heading to sleep. Oliver and Rie both have brand new lives coming up soon. Especially Oliver. --------------- Amaru walks into Rie's room who's sucking his pacifier and hugging his teddy but there's a bad smell coming from Rie Amaru waves his hand in front of his face and whispers to himself while picking up Rie carefully. "Smells like someone had an accident heh poor guy it's only been about a week and he will not be an adult again for a long time." Amaru takes Rie to the changing table and the cold table makes Rie groan kinda opening his eyes. He sees Amaru and decides to keep his eyes closed to sleep more. But Rie catches a whiff of something stinky that makes Rie's nose twitch. "Daddy... something stinky..." Not even realize he said that. Amaru smiles big and kisses Rie's cheek. "I'm sorry baby but that's all you." Amaru starts changing his diaper and getting him cleaned up. Rie woke up enough by this still sucking the pacifier and blushing knowing this is going to be his new life for a very long time. "I know it's going to take a long time to get used to this, I know you have gotten quickly used to this but I had an idea today we are going to go have fun daddy and baby's day out heh." Rie blushes and sucks his pacifier covering his face. "Don't call yourself daddy..." Amaru laughs. "You called me daddy when you smelled your stinky diaper." Rie blushes like Crazy "I-I did?" Amaru nods and Rie spits out his pacifier to talk more clearly as his new diaper gets put on. "... W-Well me glad you're my daddy and not someone else..." Amaru smiles big and hugs Rie in turn making Rie smile and hug Amaru back. "I'm glad you accepted me. Hey, you want to go play in your playpen while I talk to your big brother?" Rie looks confused then remembered Oliver. "Oh wite... Oliver me forgot about him. But I thought we were going out?" Amaru nods. And takes Rie to his playpen with a bunch of toys. "We will don't worry I just have some information for Oliver." Rie sighs as Amaru walks off to Oliver's room. Rie stares at some blocks before playing and building with them. Back in Oliver's room, he was out cold. Amaru goes and shakes Oliver a bit. "Hey, Oliver? Time to wake up. I got an idea for how to get you back to normal." Oliver groans and sits up rubbing his eyes looking confused from the crinkle noise forgetting the night before. "Back to normal...?" Oliver yawns then his eyes get big. "Wait, you got an idea for how to fix me?!" Amaru nods and pulls his covers down putting his hand in the side of Oliver's diaper. Then he screams and blushes. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Amarus pulls away quickly. "Oh my God... Excuse me I'm so used to Rie I didn't even think." Oliver covers back up to hide the diaper still blushing. "I completely forgot, I was in that... I Hate this... Can I change it out... This is a horrible prank..." Amaru smirks. "But that involves my plan to fix you." Oliver glares at him. "How the hell could it involve me looking like a damn baby..." Amaru keeps smirking "Well, my idea is to look for a babysitter for you. Preferably your old girlfriend" Oliver's eyes get big. "H-how could you do that? You don't know my girlfriend... Or What use to be my girlfriend..." Amaru laughs some. "Well I know things for one but I found out she's looking for work. As a babysitter so if you can pretend to be a toddler for a while and slowly convince her who you are and make her fall for you and maybe a month down the line the worst that could happen is she doesn't agree with it." Oliver thinks for a while "And my pride..." He sighs "But I have to give it to you it's... Not a horrible idea... fine I'll agree but you and Rie can't be here!" Amaru smiles. "Agreed! But what's the relationship between you and Rie?" Oliver gets up showing his diaper again. "I mean... Are you just punishing him or is it more?" Amaru thinks for a while. "Hmm well at first it was to punish Rie I wasn't you got even make him a big baby... But I started to like Rie like a father to his son. And after a while, I saw myself as his father and I think it's getting to the point Rie sees me as his father. It makes me happy." Oliver looks at Amaru for a while before looking down. "I never really had a father... Well, I did but he was never around..." Amaru leans down and hugs him. "If you never get fixed I'll be happy to be your father. Even if you do get fixed I'll happily take care of you and be a father figure if you want." Amaru smiles and Oliver tries his hardest not to cry but can't help it and hugs him. "I-I think that's all I needed just to be told someone would be there no matter what... This has been the most stressful week of my life!" Amaru pats his diaper butt and lets Oliver cry for a while before stopping. "Now how about we get you and Rie some breakfast before and then I'll call your girlfriend for that babysitting date heh." Oliver wipes his face letting go of Amaru. Amaru walks past Rie who is laughing and smashing a dinosaur into some blocks. "Rawr! Heheheh no one can stop me!" Oliver walks with him and giggles seeing Rie making Rie drop everything and blush Amaru laughs and picks up Rie. "Except a big daddy coming up from behind!" Amaru tickles him making him laugh like crazy and trying to push his hands away. "N-no daddy stop!!" Oliver smiles big watching them. Amaru stops and takes Rie to his highchair putting him in. "Are we eating...?" He nods. "Yap and your big brothers joining us!" Oliver looks down. "He's technically older though..." Amaru shakes his head and smiles. "Not anymore Rie's the baby brother and your the big bro" Rie Finally gets a good look at Oliver and smirks. "He wooks wike a baby heheh" Oliver blushes sitting down at the table. And Amaru snaps back. "And who's wear right now? Oliver seemed dry" Rie looks down. "Me not wet-" He puts his paw on the front of his diaper and his eyes get big. "Me... Didn't even notice... Oh Ya..." Amaru cooks up some great-looking food of eggs bacon and pancakes giving some to Oliver and then feeding Rie. Rie quickly eats them up not having real food in a long time. Amaru leaves the pancakes by Rie. "Can you try to keep clean while I make a call Rie?" Rie nods and Amaru walks off. Oliver stayed silent for some reason. His leg was shaking and he was just staring at his food before eating slowly and not drinking. Rie shrugged it off and grabbed a fork the wrong way and had a hard time remembering how he held a fork. "Dis tupid fork is broken!" Oliver looks at him and smiles. "Looks to me like my baby brother can't use forks" He blushes a lot. "Shut up! Me can too!" Rie stabs the pancakes holding the fork in his whole hand and pulls it to him before he gets all the syrup all over him and the pancakes. And Oliver laughs some. "Ahh eww! Ticky!" Oliver couldn't help but laugh more he laughs for a while before he just stopped and his eyes got big and just went quiet. And Amaru walks back in. "Ok, I'm- Rie! Oh my goodness see this is why I feed you..." Rie tears up. "But... But" Amaru undose Rie and picks him up. "Let's give you a bath sticky heh." Rie nods a lot. "Oh Oliver your babysitter will be here in about 30 minutes" Rie smirks. "Wait owiver needs a babysitter." Oliver blushes as they walk to the bathroom Amaru removes Rie's shirt and diaper throwing it away. "Yes, he does because we are having a day out just me and you remember?" Rie smiles big as he's set in some warm water that was pre-made for him. Rie blushes as Amaru dumps water on him and scrubs his fur clean. After his bath, Amaru drys him off and keeps him wrapped in a towel, and takes him to the nursery for a new diaper and onesie. Then suddenly there's a knock at the door. "Oh, that must be Mandy." Rie gets picked up and taken to the door and opens it up and a young girl about 21 years old stands there. "U-umm... Hello? Are you Amaru? I'm mandy the babysitter" Her eyes lock with Rie, she smiles big and pinches his cheek. "Oh my God! Is this Oliver?! He's so adorable and cute and just look at that cute diaper!" She cooed at him making him embarrassed and hiding his face and Amaru laughs. "Well thank you but this is Rie. That one is Oliver." Amaru points to Oliver who's hiding on some covers in the couch. She smiles and walks over to him. Oliver's face is all that peeks out of the covers. "Hia little guy. You look familiar?" Oliver blushes. "H-hey..." Amaru smiles and Mandy smirks and tickles Oliver on the sides making him laugh and kick the covers off himself revealing his diaper making him blush insanely. "Awww! Even these little ones are still in diapers. Aww, that's ok cutie don't worry your secrets ok with me. But uh oh looks like-" Oliver screams and Mandy stops and looks at Amaru. "Uhh anyways are you two ready to go?" Amaru nods. "O-oh right excuse me I was just distracted. And Oliver has a bladder problem don't let him trick you into thinking he doesn't need them." Amaru smiles at Rie who also giggles as they step out. "Wier" Amaru smiles innocently. "Me? Nooo" He laughs and they get in the car and head out on their father, son trip. ----------- 8 years later. Rie has become 16 years old again he went back to school and is re-learning everything he's even starting potty training again. Rie comes home from school running in the door wearing normal clothing and holding his puffy-looking crotch. "DADDY! I got to go!!" Amaru rushes in and pulls Rie to the bathroom and pulls down Rie's pants and diaper and Rie sits on a large training potty and ends up using it. "Ahhh…" Amaru smiles big. "Good job Rie! I think we can start going up to pull-ups in the mornings while your awake. Unfortunately, you still need diapers for nighttime." Rie yells. "Yay! I'm a big boy! Do you hear that big bro?! And big sis?! Oliver walks past looking the same in pants but an obvious big diaper in them. "Good job little bro" Oliver smiles and a small-looking Mandy walks past with a shirt and diaper. "Nice job Rie! See out little bros growing up!" Oliver laughs. "And we still wear diapers hehe" Mandy smirks at him. "At least you're very good-looking in them. Oh no I think I wet myself" Oliver blushes as Mandy pushes them to their own room. Rie looked confused. "Can I have pull ups now?" Amaru nods and grabs some pulls ups and pulls up on Rie. Leaving his pants off. "How about you go play for a while?" Rie nods. "Ok, daddy." Rie runs to his own room and drags out a bunch of toys and plays with them laying in his stomach. And Amaru watches. "Rie might be 16 but his mindsets still in like mid to late toddler. He's still in pre-k I have a special arrangement for him. So by the time, he's like 30 he might finally be a young adult mindset, and around 24 he will probably be in the teen mindset. I kinda feel bad but Rie remembers this isn't 100% normal but he gave up caring a few years about it. But he could stay like this forever and I wouldn't care." Rie would go through his time, his mind being older but his mindset slowly catching up with his body. 8 more years later (or 16 years altogether) Rie is now 24 years old and he acts like a teen. He just got out of school and walks in sighing. "Dad, I'm home…" Amaru walks in wiping off his hands. "How did school go?" Rie looks down. "I… Fell asleep…" Amaru sighs. "Rie… So You had to go to the nurse's office?" Rie blushes and nods. "Sorry, dad…" Amaru walks up to him and pulls off Rie's pants he's in a diaper and it's also wet. "Rie… Why are you wet?" He shrugs. "Rie if you like diapers you can always wear them while you're at home." He blushes. "I-I…don't! That's for weird people!" Amaru sighs. "What about your big brother? He and his wife wear diapers all the time along with their child." Rie blushes. "I-I know… You wouldn't hate me if just when I'm home you…" Amaru smirks. "Baby you?" Rie blushes insanely and nods and takes Rie's hand and takes him to the front room in only his diaper and lays him on the ground and puts a pacifier in Rie's mouth. Rie happily accepts it and sucks on it as Amaru beings his diaper change and cleans him up and puts him in a new more babyish diaper. Rie blushes and smiles knowing Rie might have a thing for diapers at this point he was in the mindset of a teen so there are definitely possibilities of Rie being an Adult baby diaper lover or abdl for short. Mandy was actually the one who told him they existed. Amaru let Rie go to his room and knew Rie was experimenting. He let him have his fun because he knew Rie might not find a girl or guy to love him as he does. And they might make fun of him for loving diapers. And Amaru know if they did that Amaru would make them into babies. And he doesn't want to make a ton of people babies. If he doesn't have to that is. His next big stepping stone was going to be college. But who knows how that will go.

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I do not own this however i do want to share the lost Stories of Kenk7us with everyone after having a nice person give me all the files Reagan ch1 Fuck her and the horse she rode in on thought Reagan. She threw the box with her things in the back of her 1992 ford tempo. Then got behind the wheel and headed for home. Three jobs in two years thought Reagan, she knew her unemployment was exhausted. Why don't these people appreciate me Reagan thought. That was the root of Reagan's problem and the reason she could not keep a job. She simply felt she was smarter or better than everyone she worked for. Even though her work was impeccable, sooner or later her arrogant attitude cost Reagan her job. Reagan was about five seven and one hundred and fifteen pounds. Her figure was a perfect 34 22 34, and she was drop dead gorgeous with long flowing blonde hair and green eyes. Reagan pulled up and parked in front of her apartment building. She then entered her furnished one room apartment. Basically the place was a small kitchen and living room with a sofa that folded into a bed plus a small bathroom. In truth it was a dump but as of right now it was more than Reagan could afford. Reagan could not help but think to herself that the rent was due in about a week, and she could not pay it. She also doubted that her drunken father would be able to help her this time. He was retired now and on a fixed income, most of which went for booze. Thirty years as a police officer had left him with some bad habits. The truth was that he even more than Reagan had never gotten over the loss of Reagan's mother. Reagan for her part did not morn the loss of her Mother at fourteen. Simply put even thought Reagan knew her Mom could not help it she had never forgiven her for dying Because of it and her fathers drinking Reagan had became the temper mental hard ass she was. Reagan did not have a friend in the world. She simply never had time for them. Reagan made herself a can of soup for dinner then feeling exhausted made her way to bed. Reagan woke up early the next morning and immediately knew something was wrong. "Not again god dammit, I cant fucking believe this is happening again. Reagan got out of bed and started removing the sheets from her very wet bed. Once this was done, Reagan took a hair dryer and dried the mattress as best she could. She then stripped off her wet panties and t-shirt and jumped in the shower. Reagan got out of the shower toweled dry then dressed herself in a pair of clean cotton panties a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Reagan took a deep breath as she did. Reagan knew that if she was wetting the bed again the possibility of daytime accidents was always just around the corner. Reagan had some toast with butter cinnamon and sugar. Then grabbed her sheets and the rest of her dirty laundry and headed to the local Laundromat. Reagan had fought bed and daytime wetting since her mother had gotten sick, even before she died. It seemed every time something stressful happened in her life it came back. Reagan loaded the washing machines, then walked next door to the mini mart for a coke and a newspaper. Reagan needed a job and she needed a job now. Scrolling through the classifieds help wanted list Reagan sipped her coke and began her knew job search. Then one particular add caught her attention. Private Secretary wanted. Must have good computer and grammar skills. Must be willing to travel, and be used to taking and following orders. The pay and benefits were better than Reagan's last job. She made her way quickly to a phone booth and dialed the number. The lady that answered the phone told her she had and opening at three pm today to bring her resume and be on time. Reagan finished her laundry and headed back to her apartment. She spent some time updating her resume. She knew that the fact that she had so many jobs in a short period of time did not look good then again she knew trying to hide that fact may even come out worse. Reagan chose a gray blended business suit for the interview and made it there with fifteen minutes to spare. A maid told her to wait in the study. Reagan was a bit nervous realizing this after being there a couple of minutes she called for the maid and asked if she could use a restroom. The maid seemed bothered by her request but told her where it was. Reagan made her way quickly to the bathroom just making it in time as she flooded her urine into the toilet. Reagan wiped herself and realized just how close she had come to wetting herself. Reagan sat back down in the study and waited for someone to call her for the interview. Soon the maid came and got her and led her into a room that turned out to be and office. Reagan sat there waiting for what was too happen next. A woman just slightly taller than Reagan and about forty years old, walked into the office. She was a nice looking woman with a friendly smile. "Welcome Reagan is that right dear?" "Reagan nodded as she checked out the woman in front of her. She was slightly taller than Reagan but much heavier maybe one sixty or so. The woman was about forty-five years old or so, with short brown hair and brown eyes. Honestly she was not bad looking other than the fact that she was overweight. "My name is Amanda Roberts, I am a best selling author, I write books about raising children. That may not seem a bit strange sense I have never been married nor had any. Nonetheless I make a very good living from it." "From reading your resume I take it you were fired from your last three jobs." Reagan was shocked at her conclusion, nowhere on her resume did the words fired come up. Reagan was surprised Nonetheless she did not say a word to complain. "Yes Ma'am I had some problems with my last few jobs, mostly because I did not feel appreciated. Nonetheless I have no choice but too tell you that if hired I will do and excellent job. I assure you of that and nothing less. Amanda looked Reagan up and down and then rang for the maid. She was and older lady about the same build as Amanda with gray hair and a scowl on her face most of the time. "Liz dear take this child to the kitchen and give her some milk and cookies while I make a couple of phone calls." Reagan cringed at being referred to as child, just then Liz took her by the hand and quickly walked her to the kitchen. It was all Reagan could do to keep from blowing a gasket as the maid fixed her milk and cookies then bibbed her so she could eat them. Seeing Reagan was fuming Liz spoke "don't be so fussy girl, I just don't want you getting milk and crumbs on your pretty suit. When Reagan had finished her milk and the delicious chocolate chip cookies. Amanda rang for the maid to bring her back. Liz removed the bib and once more took her by the hand and led her to the office. Amanda was smiling when Reagan walked in. "According to two of your ex bosses you are a combination of the devil incarnate and Freddy Krueger. Yet they both agreed that your work was wonderful even exceptional, it was your attitude they could not deal with." "Reagan if you had read one of my books, you would know I know exactly what to do with young girls with bad attitudes. Know that if I hire you for this job you will be at my beckon call twenty four hours a day I will also expect you to move in here. Now go while I give it some thought. I will call you on your cell if I decide to hire you." Reagan left the house wondering what the woman meant about reading her books and handling girls with bad attitudes. On a whim Reagan went straight to the library and looked up a few of Ms Roberts books. The title raising a teen-age girl jumped out at her and Reagan began to skim through it. What she read shocked the hell out of her. "Over the knee spanking with your hand or paddle is the most effective way to punish a naughty teen. The embarrassment alone works wonders to correct their behavior." Reagan was shocked, that bitch would not dare. Reagan at this time did not care how bad she needed a job. She was twenty-one years old for Christ sakes. She would not even consider working for this bitch. Reagan spent the next few days in embarrassment she wet the bed three days in a row. She also had no luck securing another job. Then the phone rang "Reagan this is Amanda Roberts. I have decided to offer you the job." Reagan did not know what to say. She needed the job at this point desperately. Her arrogance did not seem to matter. She had less than eighty dollars to her name and the best job offer she had ever had. "Thank you Ma'am I assure you I will do a good job for you. When would you like me to start?" Amanda told the girl the sooner the better "young lady I expect you to move in here tomorrow we have a lot of work to do." Reagan could not think of a thing to do but agree. She realized she had no choice. Then again she wondered what the fuck she was getting herself into. Reagan ch2 Reagan was not too sure why she had accepted the job. Well she was but nonetheless she was skeptical about it working out. Then again it came at such a good time. The rent was due in the morning and Reagan was down to ten bucks. She would need some of it for gas just to make it to her new home. Reagan packed her things they fit comfortably into two old suitcases she had. Every thing else the sheets the few pots and pans and dishes came with the apartment. Reagan went to bed, not really sad that this was her last night in this dump. The next morning she woke up wet again. "Dammit this has got to stop. What if I" Reagan thought to herself well it will stop the stress is gone now I have a job. She spent the morning cleaning the sheets at the Laundromat and drying out her mattress. Just as she had finished her landlord showed up to collect the rent and Reagan moved out. As she drove her car towards her new home she tried to put her wetting problems out of her mind, before she knew it she was driving up the drive of her new home. Reagan was met outside by Liz, who told her where to park her car and helped her with her bags. "Madam is out, but will be home in time for dinner she told me to show you to your new room." The room was marvelous; it had a canopy bed and a large walk in closet. It even had its own adjoining full bath. Liz from where she smiled at Reagan "Madam does not generally dress for dinner what you have on is fine. I will leave you to unpack and either watch a little TV or take a nap. Dinner is promptly at six o'clock I recommend that you are not late." Reagan knew that she had no intention of taking a nap, too many bad things could happen. So she simply unpacked her things and then sat and watched some TV. Later she took a walk around the house. The whole place was beautiful; some of the artwork on the wall was incredible. Just then Reagan heard the front door open and slam shut. She saw Ms Roberts walk in the house and head down the hall, obviously not even seeing Reagan standing there. Reagan looked at the clock on the wall it was ten till six. She then decided to go and wash up for dinner. She entered the dinning room promptly at six o'clock. Ms Roberts was sitting at the head of the table and a place was set up next to her. "Hello dear did you wash your hands like a good girl." Embarrassed by the question Reagan simply nodded and sat down at the table. Placing the napkin in her lap. There was little or no conversation during dinner. When Liz served the coffee to Ms Roberts she brought chocolate pudding for Reagan. Reagan thought to herself that she did not drink coffee but she still felt like a child eating her pudding. When she finished Ms Roberts spoke for the first time. "Reagan tomorrow is Sunday, you will attend church with me and then have the rest of the day to do as you wish. Monday is when we get down to work. I have a couple of weeks too work on my new book then I have a one week trip doing autograph signings you will of course accompany me." Reagan smiled "yes Ma'am of course." Ms Roberts then stood up. "Well I have some email to catch up on I expect you in bed by ten, young lady I will get you up in the morning Sunday is Liz day off." Reagan spent the rest of the evening watching TV until she noticed the clock said ten till ten. She quickly removed her jeans went to the bathroom brushed her teeth and hopped in bed at ten o'clock sharp. Just then with no knock her door opened and in walked Ms Roberts. She smiled at Reagan and then went about tucking her in the bed. "Do you need anything dear?" Reagan said "no thank you Ma'am " Ms Roberts then leaned over and kissed Reagan on the forehead "pleasant dreams then sweetheart." She then turned and walked out of Reagan's bedroom turning the light off as she did. Reagan ch3 Reagan was very concerned when she went to bed last night. Even after she had been tucked in and kissed goodnight she got up twice to pee. Considering she had little to drink after supper nothing much happened. Soon she was deep in sleep it was just about eight am when she woke up. Reagan stretched in the bed as she woke up, it was then when she felt the cold spot and realized what she had done. "Oh no dammit how could this happen I was so careful" Just then her bedroom door opened and Ms Roberts walked into her bedroom. Reagan quickly pulled the covers up to her neck. "Good morning Reagan time to get up sweetheart, we have to have breakfast and get ready for church. Reagan looked at Ms. Roberts in terror what would she think what would she do Reagan feared for her job. "Ok Ma'am I will be right out" Reagan said meekly. "Is something wrong dear? If not I expect you to get up now." Reagan thought for just a moment. "Nothing is wrong Ma'am it's just that I am only wearing panties and a t-shirt I am just a bit embarrassed." Reagan hoped this would work and Ms Roberts would leave. Then she would figure out how to deal with the wet bed and her wet clothes. Just then Ms. Roberts yanked her covers down to the end of the bed. Immediately she saw what Reagan had done. Reagan was terrified, not knowing what to say or do. "I am sorry Ma'am I guess I had a bit of and accident I guess it was the strange surroundings" Ms. Roberts reached out and grabbed Reagan by the arm. Sitting down on the bed she pulled Reagan effortlessly across her lap. Pulling her soaked panties to her ankles, she began to smack Reagan's bottom. As she did she began to speak "Reagan I want you to know that I am not punishing you for wetting the bed. Sometimes young girls cannot help that. You are being spanked for trying to hide it." Reagan could have cared less, she only cared about the pain that her behind was receiving. "Owwwwwwww dammmmmmmmmmiiiiittttttt what do you think you are doing Owwwwwwwwwww dammit I am not a child. Owwwwwwwwwwww whannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn Whannnnnnnnnnnnnnn waaaaahhhhhhh please stop It wont happen again owwwwwwwwwwiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee whannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn" Reagan cried and sobbed, and complained for the full thirty smacks that Ms Roberts gave her. When Ms Roberts stopped and let her up. Reagan stood up sobbing while rubbing her aching bottom and dancing from foot to foot in front of Ms Roberts. After a couple of moments she spoke still crying "I guess that's it Ma'am I will pack my things quick and leave." Ms Roberts looked at the girl and shook her head. "Where are you going to girl, I know you barely have a penny to your name. I punished you for not telling me the truth not for wetting the stupid bed. Now get your hinny in the shower while I pick something out for you to wear to church." Reagan walked to the bathroom still sobbing and rubbing her hinny. Before she could think about it she was showering, when the tears stopped she felt nothing but anger. She wanted so bad to tell Ms Roberts to kiss her ass and leave, then again she realized if she did that, she would be homeless. When Reagan finished the shower, brushed her teeth and walked back in the room, with a towel wrapped around her. She immediately noticed that the bed had been stripped, there was a huge wet spot still on the mattress. Reagan looked at Ms Roberts "I am sorry Ms Roberts about the Mattress if it needs to be replaced I expect that you should take it out of my pay. I promise that it will not happen again." Ms Roberts ignored Reagan as she provided some panties for Reagan to step into. She then took Reagan by the hand to the kitchen dressed in only her panties. She fixed both herself and Reagan and omelet for breakfast. They ate in quiet, Reagan was embarrassed and her butt hurt. Ms Roberts was just waiting to see how Reagan would react. After breakfast Ms Roberts, chose one of Reagan's few pretty dresses and dressed her. Then fixed Reagan's hair. She then went to get dressed for church herself. Reagan thought about putting on some makeup as she waited but somehow she just knew that she should not. Reagan attended church with out incidence with Ms Roberts. Then as promised she was left to do as she pleased for the rest of the day. She spent most of the rest of the morning watching TV. Later in the day Reagan asked Ms Roberts if there was a computer she could use. Ms Roberts led Reagan to the office and told Reagan to have fun. Reagan played on the computer until Ms. Roberts called her to lunch. After lunch Reagan spent the rest of the day either watching TV or playing on the computer. Dinner came and went and it was more of the same. Actually Reagan and Ms Roberts had very little interaction, At least after Reagan's spanking, Reagan retired to her room and was watching TV when Ms Roberts walked in. "Its time for your bath love." Before Reagan knew it she was in a tub and Ms Roberts was bathing her. It was after the bath that shocked Reagan. Reagan did not know what to think, after she was toweled off and Ms. Roberts set a very thick cloth diaper down beside her. Reagan complained " Honestly Ms Roberts I don't need a diaper, it was just the strange surroundings last night." Ms Roberts smiled, "Love I will make you a deal, I will diaper you tonight, if you are dry in the morning we will not have to do this again." Reagan did not know what else she could say. She wondered if she refused, would she get another spanking. No words were spoken and before she knew it Ms Roberts was dusting her with baby powder and pulling the thick cloth diaper over her privates. She pinned the diaper shut and then pulled some plastic pants over Reagan's diaper. Reagan lay there in bed, not knowing what to think. Ms Roberts tucked her in, and kissed her goodnight. "I want you to know you were a very well behaved girl Reagan after your spanking. I don't want to ever hear of your leaving again just because you have been punished. Not only are you going to do a great job for me, but I am going to turn you into a well behaved child, not the little brat you have been." She then turned and left the room turning off the light. Reagan thought about the woman's words. Reagan's plan was simple, get a few paychecks stashed and get the hell out of here. With that in mind she rolled over to go too sleep. It was then that she noticed the large teddy bear lying on the bed with her. Reagan snuggled it and soon was fast asleep. Reagan ch4 Reagan awoke the next morning, the first thing she thought about was if she was wet or not. She honestly could not tell the diaper she had on was so thick. She pushed back the covers and placed her hand against the plastic panties. "What do you think you are doing young lady" Reagan looked up to see the maid Liz "Uhhhhh nothing just uhhhhhh checking." Liz walked over and pushed Reagan back down on the bed and pulled down her plastic pants. Reagan and Liz both noticed at the same time that the diaper was soaked. "Shit " said Reagan. Liz gave her a dirty look unpinned the diaper and grabbed Reagan by her ankles pulling her legs up in the air exposing her butt. Smack smack smack "Little girls don't use laungage like that in this house" Smack smack smack. "Owiiiiiiiiiee ouch owwwwwww whaaaaaaa whannnnnn." Reagan cried like a baby as Liz gave her about six more solid swats to her already sore behind. When Liz was finished she put Reagan's legs down and told her too stay put. She then walked to the bathroom and returned with a damp washrag. Liz washed off Reagan's private area, and her butt. Then spoke "We will have to shave this when I give you your bath later it will cause you to get rashes." A still sniffling and freshly spanked Reagan did not say a word. Liz went through her drawer finding a pair of thick cotton panties that Reagan had not had on in years. They had pictures of little bunnies on them one of her fathers girlfriends had bought them and some others like them for her sixteenth birthday. Reagan stepped into the panties and Liz pulled them up she then removed the nightgown Reagan was wearing and slipped a t-shirt on her. "We will get you dressed after I get some breakfast in you sweetheart." Reagan ate the bacon and eggs Liz made for her and then was told she was not leaving the table until she finished her glass of milk. When she had Liz wiped her face and hands and removed the stupid bib she had put on Reagan. She then took Reagan by the hand and walked her back to her bedroom. She dressed Reagan in a pair of jeans, and some socks and tennis shoes to go along with the t-shirt she was already wearing. She then told Reagan too report too the office. I am sure Ms Roberts has some work for you to do. With a light pat on Reagan's bottom she sent the girl on her way. Reagan walked to the office, as she entered she was greeted by Ms Roberts with a warm smile. "Well Huh are you ready to go to work. " Reagan said she was and smiled back. Reagan spent the morning editing Ms Roberts newest book. Not that they needed it much. Her grammar and punctuation was perfect for the most part. Ms Roberts had told Reagan to correct anything that was wrong. Reagan finished her first assignment quickly and Ms Roberts reviewed it. "I am glad to see they told the truth your work is excellent little girl" Reagan said thank you cringing once again at the reference to little girl. Reagan then did some filing, and began answering some correspondence for Ms Roberts. She got a great number of letters, from fans requesting advice pictures or asking Ms Roberts to do a speaking date. Reagan would read the letters out loud and then Ms Roberts would tell her what she wanted to do. Reagan would then compose the letter print it and Ms Roberts would read and sign it. This took up the rest of the morning until lunch "Well that's enough work for today dear I told Liz not to make lunch. I am taking you out to lunch and then we will do some shopping. Now you go potty and wash your face and hands. Then I will fix your hair and we will be off, what you are wearing is fine." Reagan did as she was told. She was sitting on the toilet just finishing a poop when Liz walked in. "How are we doing in here sweetheart?" Reagan was embarrassed, to be caught sitting on the toilet with a messy behind and blushed. "I am fine Ms Liz just finishing up, is Ms Roberts waiting on me I did not mean to take so long." Liz smiled. "She is changing her clothes. She asked me to check on you. If you are finished stand up and bend over dear and I will clean you up." Reagan knew better than to disobey she stood up spread her legs a bit and bent over. Ms Liz took the toilet paper and wiped her behind, like a person would four year old's. "Ok all done honey, now wash your hands and I will fix your hair." Reagan washed her hands then sat on the bed while Ms Liz brushed her hair and placed it in a ponytail. She then was sent to join Ms Roberts who she found waiting for her in the hallway. "We will be home around six Liz, enjoy your soaps and we will see you then" Ms Roberts opened the passenger door of her Lincoln Town Car and motioned for Reagan to get in. When Reagan did Ms Roberts buckled the girls seat belt. Then closed the door and walked to the other side and got behind the wheel. They had lunch at Applebee's and Reagan really enjoyed the shrimp basket she ordered. She was a bit embarrassed when she was finished and Ms Roberts took a wet wipe and did her face and hands right at the table. She then asked Reagan in a loud voice if she needed to go potty before they headed to the mall. Reagan certainly did not want to have and accident. "Yes Ma'am maybe I better " Ms Roberts took Reagan by the hand and off they went to the ladies room. Later as they were riding to the mall, Reagan thought to herself at least she let me do my business in private. Once at the mall Reagan asked, "So what are you shopping for Ms Roberts and how can I help you." Ms Roberts just smiled "We are here to buy you a brand new wardrobe my dear. I don't care for most of the clothes you have and sense you are to be traveling with me I want you dressed properly for a girl your age." Hours later as they were headed home those words still rang out in Reagan's head. A girl your age, everything that had been purchased and it was a lot Reagan thought would be more appropriate for a ten year old than a woman of twenty one. When they got back and were carrying things into Reagan's room. It became crystal clear to Reagan that all of her clothes were gone. Liz helped her hang up and put away all of her new things. Commenting on how pretty everything was Liz told Reagan where too put all of her new toys as well. Later that night Liz bathed Reagan and shaved her as she had promised. The last of Reagan's womanhood was now down the drain, so to speak. Reagan endured the whole thing while she fiddled with some bath toys and let her mind wander. Reagan did not say a word as Liz once again placed her in a thick diaper and plastic pants for bed. It was supposed to cool off tonight Liz explained as she had Reagan step into her new footed sleeper. Liz left the room for a moment telling Reagan she could play with her toys or watch TV for a few more minutes. Reagan sat on the floor on her diapered butt and began messing around with a Barbie doll. She removed the dolls clothes and put another outfit on it. A more childish out fit, when the doll complained Reagan spanked it, with her finger. Before she new it Liz returned to the room, she was carrying a baby bottle of warm milk. "Please Ms Liz I am not a baby please don't make me drink that I know you can but please don't." Ms Liz sat down on the bed and patted the bed beside her. Reagan new that she meant for her to sit there and did so without hesitation. She had made her argument, now she would just have to see what happened. "Reagan no one thinks you are a baby little girl. But you are still very young and need people just like me and Ms Roberts, to care for you. The bottle is simply too help you sleep." She then pulled Reagan over and cradled her in her arms before offering her the nipple. Reagan still hesitated taking it at least until she saw the stern look in Ms Liz eyes. Reagan took the nipple and began nursing. Ms Liz smiled at her and adjusted the bottle to make it easier for Reagan. Soon Reagan was tucked in bed and snuggling her teddy half in and half out of dreamland. Ms Roberts walked in checked her bed, then leaned over and kissed the girl on the cheek. Softly she said "You are quite the project little girl, but I am beginning to love you so much." Reagan did not say a word. She knew the lady thought she was sleeping, moments later thinking about what Ms Roberts said she was. Reagan ch5 Reagan awoke the next morning; once again she could tell her diaper was very wet. Not long after she woke up Liz entered the room, and changed her out of the diaper and into a pair of the thick cotton panties with prints on them, that Ms Roberts had bought her. She then put a t-shirt on her with Looney toons pictures on it. She was then taken to the kitchen bibbed and fed French toast for breakfast. The breakfast was delicious and Reagan said so but once again Liz insisted that she finish her milk. Reagan did as she was told even though she had never cared much for milk. Not even bothering to dress Reagan she sent the girl to the office to join Ms Roberts. Reagan spent the morning doing some filing and some more correspondence. "Uhhhhhh Ms Roberts I think I need to go and use the bathroom if that would be ok." Ms Roberts took Reagan by the hand and led her to the nearest bathroom. She pulled down Reagan's panties and told her to call when she was finished. Reagan peed and did her morning business. Then reluctantly called for Ms Roberts, Reagan did not want another spanking, and was trying to be on her best behavior. Ms Roberts came in and wiped her hinny, and then they returned to work. By lunchtime Ms Roberts announced that they were finished for the day, and Reagan could have the afternoon off. She told Reagan that she had to go and play bridge with her friends. After lunch Reagan asked Liz if she could go for a walk around the neighborhood. Liz smiled and then dressed Reagan in a yellow sun suit. "Reagan you can walk for a mile in a circle without crossing a street. You will even have a chance to visit a beautiful park. It is one o clock now I expect you back here by three for your nap. If you cross a street dear I will know it and so will your hinny." Reagan understood what Liz was saying and promised she would mind. Reagan was so very grateful to have some free time she did not even care how she was dressed. Reagan walked aimlessly until she reached the park. She then found herself checking the park out. Reagan stopped for a while to swing on a swing. It did not bother her at all as she watched Mommies pushing their children in the other swings. Simply put Reagan was relaxing. Reagan then went to check out a soccer game. The people playing were mostly Reagan's age, well at least from sixteen too twenty-one. There were both girls and boys playing. Reagan sat down on the grass and watched. A few minutes later, a young man about twenty walked up to Reagan. He was gorgeous the girl thought to herself about six two, and a body like a Greek god. "Hi there we are a person short would you like to join us." Reagan had starred in high school on the soccer team and was glad to join in the game. She played her heart out, scoring two goals and helped her team to victory. After a short celebration she realized she was late. She was over a mile from the house and had only five minutes until her curfew. Reagan made her apologies and started to head for home. Just then the god stopped her "Hi again my name is Matt what's yours?" Reagan was in a hurry now "Listen my name is Reagan and I will see you again sometime, right now I am late for and appointment." Reagan then turned and started to jog towards home. As she did she realized that not only was she late but she had a definite need to pee. Halfway home still jogging, Reagan stopped clutched her privates and felt herself wetting her sun suit and panties. Reagan began to cry; she knew that now she was really in for it when she got home. A very embarrassed Reagan entered the house, Liz was waiting in the hallway. "Where have you been little girl and what in the world have you done to yourself. " Reagan began pleading immediately " I am so sorry Ms Liz I was playing soccer in the park and lost track of time, then I had a accident on the way home. Please don't spank me I did not mean to be bad." Reagan then began to cry. Liz walked to the girl and hugged her "baby no one is going to spank you. You are only a couple of minutes late, calm down lets get you diapered and ready for your nap." A few minutes later Reagan was nursing a bottle on her own and drifted off to sleep. She was after all exhausted from the soccer game. About ninety minutes later, she woke up. It was Ms Roberts that came to check on her. The woman helped her up then began removing her diaper. It was what happened next that shocked Reagan. Ms Roberts wiped her clean with a baby wipe and then began diapering her with a disposable diaper with poo bear on the front. "Please Ms It wont happen again it was and accident I tried so hard to make it home." Ms Roberts smiled at the girl "little one maybe you are just not ready for big girl panties I think a diaper is more appropriate for now." Reagan ch6 Reagan spent the next few days diapered full time. She also was regularly getting a bottle at both naptime and bedtime. She spent her mornings working with Ms Roberts and her afternoons either playing in her room with her toys, or playing games on the computer. She had often been given the opportunity to return to the park for her soccer games, but she was not doing that wearing a diaper. Reagan wanted very much to see Matt again but she could not bring herself to do it. Reagan main concern was the up coming trip she was too take with Ms Roberts. It was a autograph signing trip five cities in five days. How in the world thought Reagan was she going to do this wearing a diaper. Two days before the trip, Ms Roberts told Reagan that she needed to talk with her. "Young lady I think we need to try once again to daytime potty train you. I have purchased some disposable training panties for you along with training potty. Does this please you little one." Reagan was not sure how to answer potty training potty chairs. "Yes Ma'am I would like that opportunity very much." Reagan cringed when she saw her new training panties. They were all in baby prints with things like Barney, Sesame street characters, Poo Bear, and even the little mermaid on the front. There was also several pair of wonder woman panties. The potty chair was pink and the shape of a duck. It had Reagan's name on the side of it. Once back in the trainers at least during the day Reagan managed to keep herself dry at least two thirds of the time. She was not sure if these were normal stress accidents or just spending so much time in diapers. She hated her humiliating trips to her potty chair, but overall she thought it was better than diapers. Just as they were leaving for the trip the last thing that was packed was Reagan's potty-chair in a duffel bag. They did five cities in five days. To tell the truth most of the time Reagan was bored. Ms Roberts signed autographs while Reagan sat and watched. Her accidents remained about the same. She did get to eat in several wonderful restaurants one was owned by Emerald Lagasse from TV. The food there was a bit spicy for Reagan's taste. When the trip was over Reagan reflected that she had some fun but most of it was very boring. When they returned home, Ms Roberts dived full force in her new book. Reagan was busy most mornings doing the editing. At home Reagan spent as much time in diapers as she did trainers. She realized that her accidents were becoming more frequent and did not argue. Reagan simply looked forward everyday to her time, the time she spent playing with her toys and on the computer. Reagan smiled as summer finally came. Reagan ch7 Reagan was sitting on her training potty, doing her morning business, in the living room when the doorbell rang. Liz who had been watching Reagan seemed to be surprised. "Who the heck would that be this early on a Saturday morning?" Reagan looked at the clock it was just past nine. Reagan figured as much she had been up about and hour having just finished her breakfast. Liz opened the door " can I help you young man?" The young boy about Reagan's age stammered as he spoke. Hi my name is Matt, does a girl by the name of Reagan live here" "Yes boy she does do you know our Reagan?" "Not really ma'am but we have met we played soccer together once. I was hoping I could get her too play with our team today. We are playing our cross-town rivals and we are short a player. Reagan is a great player and we could really use her help." Reagan could hear the whole conversation, from her position sitting on her training potty. She was terrified that Liz might let Matt in and he would see her. She started to run to her room, but knew she would get blistered if she left the potty. Liz smiled at Matt what a cute boy she thought, just what Reagan needs she thought. " Matt, Reagan is indisposed at the moment. What time is this game?" Matt smiled "its at one o clock ma'am. Should last about two hours." "Fine, I will see that she is there. Can't have Reagan letting down the neighborhood, besides she needs the exercise and the sunlight." Matt smiled "thank you ma'am thank you very much. I will look forward to it then." Matt then turned and headed down the steps. Reagan had a sorrow puss look on her face as Liz walked back in the room. "Now wipe that silly pouty face off young lady before I give you something to pout about are you finished." Reagan nodded that she was then obeyed Liz signal and stood up bending over and spreading her legs to be wiped. As Liz was cleaning her bottom Reagan spoke up. "Liz I really don't want to play soccer today I don't feel that good." Liz finished and gave Reagan a little smack on the butt for effect. "owwwwww" "Young lady you are playing and that's that I gave the young man my word by the way he is quite adorable. Now not another word or your going over my lap." Just then Ms Roberts made her presents known in the room. "I think it's a wonderful idea Liz we should all go, the sunshine and fresh air will do us two old broads some good." Reagan knew her last chance for reprieve had just spoken. Liz took her by the hand and led her to her bedroom to be diapered. She placed Reagan on the changing table Ms Roberts had installed then rubbed lotion between her legs and on her bottom slid a diaper with Kermit the frog and ms piggy on the front under her butt. Reagan wondered where Ms Roberts was finding these babyish thick disposable diapers for her. Liz dusted her with powder then taped it shut. She gave Reagan a kiss on the cheek and helped her down off the table. "Ok sweetie you go play I still have a little work to do around here this morning." Reagan walked over to the corner of the room sat down on the floor and began playing with her dolls. She was certain that her life ended today when Matt would surely see the bulge and figure out she was diapered. Reagan ch8 Ms Roberts dressed in some casual clothes told Liz she was going out for a while. She then went to kiss Reagan goodbye. "Now baby girl it will be fine, Matt said you were a wonderful player, just play with your toys and I will be back later. " Reagan tried to manage a smile, then returned her attention to her ever-growing collection of Barbie dolls. It seemed like every time Ms Roberts went out she brought Reagan a new doll or several new outfits. She also now had the Barbie dollhouse and even Barbie's corvette. Reagan played with her toys; until she became bored then after asking Ms Liz for a diaper change she logged onto her computer, and messaged with some friends on Yahoo. It was about eleven thirty when Ms Roberts returned. "Hi sweetie I have some presents for you." She then showed Reagan a pair of proper soccer shoes, some green soccer shorts and a white soccer t-shirt to match. She even got Reagan some calf high soccer socks. Reagan was surprised and very happy. Then stunned when Ms Roberts handed her soccer Barbie. "Thank you Ms Roberts this is very kind of you. I am sorry I made such a fuss about playing a part of me really wants too." Ms Roberts smiled "I am glad honey, something I wanted to mention to you for when you introduce me too your friends. I think you should refer to me as Aunt Amanda, as a matter of fact I would prefer it if you called me that anyway." Reagan only thought about this for a moment. It would explain a lot and she knew it. Besides she liked the idea of thinking of Ms Roberts as the Aunt she did not have. "Ok Aunt Amanda that is fine with me." Soon Reagan and Aunt Amanda had there lunch, then Aunt Amanda changed Reagan's diaper and began dressing her for the game. She put some plastic panties on over Amanda's diaper then her new shorts, the t-shirt and her socks on her. Reagan smiled as she put her new shoes on her. Reagan was suddenly excited about the game. She was certain that they would find out about her diapers then again it would be after or during Reagan kicking a little ass. Liz, Aunt Amanda and Reagan showed up to the game with fifteen minutes to start. Matt came running up smiling carrying a jersey with Reagan's name on it. This neighborhood took their soccer seriously. Liz took Reagan back in the car and switched the shirts while Aunt Amanda introduced herself too Matt. Before she knew it Reagan took her position on the field and the game began It was incredibly hard fought neither team wanting to give and inch. Reagan scored the first goal with a header. Then a lad from the other team scored with two minutes to go in the game. Matthew told Reagan the guy that scored was and All American his freshman year in college, just home for a visit. One of Reagan's teammates caused a foul and the other team got the ball back. It was now one minute left in the game and Reagan asked to guard the All American. Matt just simply nodded. The All Americans name was Scotty and he smiled when he saw Reagan was guarding him. He knew she could play but certainly she was no match for him. "Should you not be home playing with your doll babies little girl" He snickered. Reagan just smiled "oh there is always time for that later right now I have to take your arrogant ass down a notch or two." Reagan could not help but hope Ms Liz or Aunt Amanda did not hear her choice of words. As Reagan suspected the ball did not come in directly to Scotty but was soon passed to him. He was so arrogant he was sloppy. Reagan got half a step on him and stole the ball. She quickly passed it to Matt and ran full speed ahead. Before she knew it Matt passed her the ball he simply knew it was Reagan's score to make. Scotty got between her and the goal, Reagan could sense panic in his eyes. She gave him the slightest little head fake you ever saw. Faking him right out of his jock strap. Reagan then scoredddddddddd!!!!!!!!! Reagan soon found her wet diapered butt being carried off the field by her teammates. When they finally put her down Scotty was once again standing in front of her. "Yep humility that's and important lesson to learn. Great game Reagan you're a hell of a player." In her excitement Reagan hugged Scotty and thanked him. "So are you Scotty so are you. It seems you just underestimated girl power." Scotty nodded and went to cheer up his sulking teammates. Yelling back to Reagan "we will get you next time." Every member of her team hugged Reagan, and then it was Matt's turn. He gave her a big bear hug before speaking. "Reagan we are all going to the Shake shop to celebrate you are the MVP will you join us." Reagan did not know what to say. But Aunt Amanda did "She would love to Matt but first she has to go home and take some allergy medicine then I will drop her off, do you think you could make sure she gets home by six for supper." Matt nodded, Aunt Amanda then got Reagan in the car and they headed home. Reagan's very wet diaper was removed and she was given a choice of a diaper or training pants. It did not surprise Aunt Amanda when Reagan chose a diaper. After a fresh diaper Aunt Amanda quickly dressed Reagan in a very cute purple sundress and fixed her hair in pigtails. She then drove her to the shake shop. Aunt Amanda gave Reagan a kiss and told her to have fun stuffing a hundred dollar bill in her hand." You buy a round of soda's sweetheart Aunt Amanda is very proud of her girl. We will see you at dinner." Reagan was more than a little nervous as she walked into the shake shop. That ended as her teammates stood up and applauded. Reagan ch9 Reagan was enjoying herself at the shake shop. She ordered a chocolate milkshake for herself and another round for her teammates. The one thing she did not understand was that Matt was the only one not talking to her. It seemed he was intentionally ignoring her. Reagan, chatted with her knew friends with out giving it another thought. Two could play this game she thought. Finally after forever Matt walked up to her. "We better get going Reagan if I am going to have you home by six. My cars in the shop and we are hoofing it." "Ok" Reagan said by to her new friends and promised she would try to make next Saturdays game with Aunt Amanda's permission. They walked quietly for a while, and then Matt finally broke the silence. "That was a great game you played Reagan. I just wish I had your talent." "Thank you Matt for speaking to me, I did not think you wanted too. After the way you ignored me I am sorry you got stuck walking me home. I think my Aunt made a mistake and thought you liked me or something." "I do like you Reagan, at least I think I do. Its just I am not sure how to deal with a few things." "Wow Matt what took you so long, so I have a need to wear diapers if that turns you off I can walk myself home." Matt stopped walking and had a stunned look on his face. "Diapers I had no idea, I meant dealing with the fact that I like a girl who is not only drop dead gorgeous, but can kick my butt at soccer." Reagan was now the one stunned, and she was blushing. She could also see Matt was starring at her butt. "Hey quit looking at my butt it feels huge enough already." Matt tried to regain is composure. " I really had no idea Reagan and you certainly cant tell by looking. Why?" Now it was Reagan's turn to gather her. She had learned a lot of humility since living with Aunt Amanda, and she was very embarrassed but knew she needed to answer. I started having nighttime and daytime accidents Aunt Amanda thought it would be best." "uhhhhhhh does she like change you and stuff." Just then Reagan spotted the walkway to her house. "That's none of your bees wax silly." Reagan then ran towards the house. Looking back over her shoulder once to speak. "Call me" Reagan ch10 It had been a couple of days since Reagan had walked home with Matt. She spent her mornings staying busy working for Aunt Amanda. Usually now just wearing a diaper and a t-shirt. Honestly Reagan was no longer embarrassed about her baby treatment. She often sucked on her pacifier while working at her computer. Never the less everyday, by noon Aunt Amanda told Reagan she was done for the day. Reagan ate her lunch and then quickly went to either play with her toys or go on the computer and talk with her friends. Liz was changing Reagan's diaper when the phone rang. Liz answered it then told whoever was there to hold for a moment. She then finished taping Reagan's diaper shut and handed Reagan the phone. "Hello" "Hi Reagan its Matt how is it going. "Oh Hi Matt so you finally found my number." "Hey hey be cool I had your number I finally got the guts to call give a guy a break, I did not think it went so well the last time we were together." "Oh Matt we were together you mean the other day when you were forced to walk me home." "Reagan I was not forced I wanted to walk you home I wanted to be with you. Gee you don't let up do you." Reagan giggles "no Matt I guess I don't, ok I will give you a break why are you calling?" Matt takes a deep breath, which Reagan clearly hears on the phone. "Well I wanted to ask you out some friends of mine, mostly our soccer team mates are having a party this Friday I was wondering if you would like to be my date." Reagan thought for a second before she answered. "You sure you want to date a girl who can kick your butt at soccer and has to wear diapers?" "Listen, I could care less that you have to wear diapers, and I am learning to deal with the fact you can kick my butt at soccer, you want to go to the party or not?" Reagan grinned "well what type of party is it Matt. I don't think Aunt Amanda is going to let me go to a beer bust or and orgy." Matt shook his head Reagan was trying his patients. "Reagan I don't know if I told you but my Dad is the pastor at the church you attend. Most of my friends are members. There will be no alcohol or orgies at this party do you want to go or not?" Reagan once again giggled "well sure I would like to go will I have to walk again?" Matt shrugged his shoulders in frustration "no you will not have to walk, I got my car fixed and maybe even I can borrow my Dad's BMW." Reagan laughed out loud "I see Pastors do pretty well around here." Matt was about too loose it, "Reagan my Dad is also President of the local bank. Gee do you want to go out or not." Reagan laughed and Matt could hear her. "So what do you do Matt and how old are you anyway?" Matt was embarrassed to answer, "I am twenty four and I work at the bank as a loan officer. Yeah I work for my Daddy so shoot me." Reagan was enjoying herself very much. But the truth had to come out. "Ok Matt so you are a Daddies boy I don't have a problem with that. As for our date I have to ask Aunt Amanda how about you call me tomorrow?" Matt once again shook his head "ok so you wear diapers and I am a Daddies boy, ok I guess we understand each other, I will call you tomorrow bye bye." With that said Matt hung up the phone. Touché thought Reagan; she was really beginning to like this boy. Just then Liz walked in the room "Ok sweetie time for your nap, do you need a diaper change first." Regan ch11 Regan waited till the next morning after breakfast to ask Aunt Amanda about her attending the party. "I wondered when you would get around to asking me dear." Regan shook her head "How did you know Aunt Amanda." Lol "I was talking with Matt's mom we are good friends it seems all that young man does is talk about you." "He is twenty four years old does he still live with his parents?" Aunt Amanda smiled "Most kids do around here until they are married and mind them too. Matt is a fine young man but in his parents eyes he is no more grown up than you are little girl in mine. Although you have grown up a great deal since coming to stay with me." Reagan was confused by this "Aunt Amanda most of the time you and Liz treat me like and I act like a baby how is that growing up." "Reagan ask yourself how you used to treat people and how you do now. Is there any question that your manners have improved and you are not a nicer person for it." "I guess your right but if I am not a nicer person I find I have a hard time sitting." Aunt Amanda smiled "true love but ask yourself when was the last time Liz or myself spanked you?" Reagan thought about this for a second it had been a while. "Reagan no work for us today I already told Matt's mom to tell him you would go. How about we hit the Mall and find my baby girl a dress for the party." "That sounds fine Aunt Amanda as long as it is not a baby girl dress." Reagan then giggled. "You may pick the dress out yourself honey as long as I approve fair enough." Reagan smiled "Now young lady how about I change that diaper and get you dressed." Reagan ch12 Reagan stood in the corner, rubbing her very sore hinny. Her nerves about the party tonight had gotten too her and she had lipped off too Liz. Liz in turn blistered her hinny good and stuck her standing on a towel in the corner. Too Reagan's embarrassment she had peed a bit while crying and doing her little dance in the corner. While her bottom was still really stinging. Reagan now just wanted Liz to let her out of the corner so she could apologize. She also hoped that Liz would not make a big deal about her wetting the towel. She was trying to talk Aunt Amanda into letting her wear her trainers tonight. Then suddenly Reagan had a fright. Maybe because she was naughty Aunt Amanda would not let her go at all. Reagan began to sniffle softly again until she heard someone coming up behind her. She did not dare look to see who it was until she was released. Liz smiled "well little girl have you got anything you want to say for yourself." Reagan turned and faced Liz; she was naked as a jaybird but could have cared less. "Yes Ma'am I want to apologize I have been nervous about the party all day and I guess it got to me and I lipped off please forgive me and don't make me stay home from the party." In saying this Reagan began to tear up a bit. "Don't be silly girl of course you are going to your party. I just came to get you ready so your Aunt Amanda could take you to get your hair done. I am not at all sure we want to let you risk the party in just your trainers though." Liz took Reagan by the hand and took her in the bathroom. She had her stand in the tub while she took a washcloth and washed the girl's privates and her legs where she had peed on herself. She then picked her up and carried her to the changing table Aunt Amanda had recently installed in her room. Liz offered Reagan her pacifier, which she happily took. Then began to rub her privates and very gently her bottom with cooling baby lotion. It felt wonderful thought Reagan on her aching behind. Liz then slid a diaper under her and dusted her with powder before taping her diaper shut. It was then that Reagan noticed she was wearing a new brand of diapers that had girlish and babyish motifs on the front. "Where did you get these Liz they are very cute." "Never mind you, " said Liz as she dressed Reagan in some yellow shorts and a yellow top, with a ducky on the front. She then brushed her hair into a ponytail and put some sandals on her. Liz handed Reagan her diaper bag, and gave her a gentle pat on the butt. "Hurry now dear your Aunt Amanda is waiting." Still sucking her pacifier Amanda skipped down the hall and found her Aunt reading something. "There you are Reagan, sit down for a moment honey I want to talk to you about something." Reagan tossed a pillow on the floor by Aunt Amanda and sat on it. Aunt Amanda smiled at her as she did. "Liz gave it too you pretty good huh." Reagan simply nodded. "I deserved it Aunt Amanda it was my mouth again. Is that what you wanted to talk about." "No dear not at all, you have been punished for that and I have no doubt already apologized to Liz. Aunt Amanda handed Reagan the paper, Sweetie you know I love you very much, and think of you as my very own daughter. This would make it official if you sign it under where I signed it then I can adopt you." Reagan could feel the tears once again welling up in her eyes. "Would that make you my real Mommy?" Reagan was really crying now. Aunt Amanda reached down and pulled the girl up to her lap. Hugging her and holding her tight as she offered her the pacifier that Liz had pinned to her shirt. "Yes dear it does do you think you would like me as your Mommy?" Reagan struggled with the words between her tears and her pacifier it was hard to speak. "Yeth oh yeth pwease more than anything in the world. Pwease where do I sign." Aunt Amanda showed the girl where to sign her name and it was done. "Well sweetie you ready to go and get your hair done now." Reagan smiled as if she had waited to say this forever. "Yeth Mommy Weagan ready." They both giggled at Reagan trying to talk through her pacifier. It was almost three years to the day of Regan's adoption. That Matt and she were married. Reagan never regained her bladder control. She and Matt lived with her Mommy for a couple of years. Matt still worked for his Daddy and Reagan of course for Mommy who was still writing books. Amanda of course took charge of Matthew the same as she had Reagan. He was twenty-six years old and not immune to a trip over either Amanda's or Liz lap no more than Reagan was. Reagan had also taken a couple of trips over her new Mother In Laws lap even before they were married. Reagan and Matt had two baby girls and finally got their own house. It turned out Liz insisted on going with them. Reagan spends most of her days playing with her daughters in their playground or the girl's nursery. That is until Auntie Liz says naptime. Reagan still hates that, but trust me she minds. the end

I no longer have the packages as I keep them in a flat under bed plastic storage to save space. But I found pictures online. The front is of my "Girl" version and the back is of the "boy" version. Mine said size 5, not XL on the package. Thank you... There are plenty more pictures on my profile in Pampers Cruisers, 4T/5T pull-ups, Gerber Training pants as well as the Huggies...

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Chapter 5: A/N: A lot of non-con in this chapter… just a warning. ooOoo “Willa, no!” The young girl screamed as a fifth sharp smack hit her bare bottom. It was fair to say that she was no longer sick and this brought along a whole new set of challenges. It had been two days since she last saw the strange woman and from what she could overhear, they were planning something. It involved her. Willa was not pleased to say the least. The fuzziness had left her head when she woke up and now felt much stronger. Willa knew the risks but still did exactly what the woman had warned her not to do. She bit Nurse Astrid’s fingers as hard as she could, drawing blood. Willa internally celebrated her little victory. She couldn’t walk. Her punches and kicks were weak so the next best thing she could use was her mouth. Willa took the moment when her pacifier was removed to attack her in the only way she could. She had been submissive for too long and she couldn’t handle it any longer. But her plan backfired. Now, she was bent over the nurse’s knee as she administered twenty painful swats to her bottom, not with her hand, but with a paddle and mouth had been washed out with a bar soap. Her mouth was no stuffed with an inflatable pacifier gag. It had been expanded to the largest point, allowing her only to breath through her nose. “Bad baby!” Nurse Astrid chastised. Willa cried, snot dripped from her nose, and tears stained her puffy cheeks. After about fifteen minutes later, she gave in, finally pleading for forgiveness. The threat was still clear in her mind. She didn’t want to lose her teeth. Nurse Astrid showed her her bottom in the mirror. It was as red as could be. She thought it was over. Her punishments had never been this harsh. Willa was wrong. The restraints were taken out (which hadn't been used in a while) and Willa was placed on her stomach on the changing table. They were tightened around her waist, wrists and ankles. Nurse Lizzie had arrived but she couldn’t hear what they were saying. All she could hear was rustling and suddenly something sharp intruded into her bum through her sphincter. A cold rush of soapy water came rushing in, quickly distending her bowels. Her stomach churned in agony as she was forced to lay there for five minutes. Nobody comforted her. Nobody held her hand. The object was taken out and replaced with a large plug. Her eyes widened as she felt her hole widen and the object was slowly pushed in. It felt as if her bottom was about to split open. She sobbed, tired and in pain, as the water in stomach slosh around uncomfortably. Her bum clenched around the plug and as hard as she tried to push it out, it wouldn’t budge. She had to poop. The object was preventing her. She had never been more desperate to shit in her life. Willa was released from the restraints only to be turned over onto her back and tied down again. The cramping increased but Nurse Lizzie and Astrid ignored her cries, barely glancing at her. They continued what they were doing without stopping. Her chest rose up and down, frantic, as the nurse take a large needle out of her bag. Willa hated needles. She hated anything sharp. Without warning, she jabbed it into her side and within a minute, her entire lower body was numb. She didn't know what else they did to her but five thick large diapers were secured tightly around her waist. Her legs were forced out at a 140 degree angle, impossible to close. Pink plastic pants with white frills were placed over the diaper and pink mitts encased her hands into a fist. Next came the blanket that she had come to dread. She was tightly swaddled, tighter than before. Her entire stomach became even more bloated as she was tightly compressed unable to relieve herself. She stared up at the two women, inconsolable. They smiled down at her but it was not the smiles she was used to. They were manipulative. Cold. Angry. Willa knew she had screwed up. Astrid lifted her up in a restraining hold and placed her in the cage (Willa now called). The nurse spoke and she intently listened. “If you had been a good baby, we never would have had to do this. I know you can’t help your big girl thoughts but we’ll get those sorted out very soon. This is to teach you that it's not ok to bite. The water we gave your bum- bum will help you make nice poopies. But you can’t go until we take out the little plug. We also put a little device in your princess part to help you pee. I know it’s uncomfortable but it’s not ok to hurt your mommy. Your mommy loves you very very much. I’m being nice and not taking out your little teethies but next time you're a bad girl… mommy won’t be so nice.” The nurse purposefully pressed down on her tender stomach. Gas escaping her bottom and the two women giggled, wrinkling their nose at the wretched oder. They left her to her own mess. Willa felt a little pee leak out and then suddenly a flood. Her muscles were useless, unable to clench them shut. Soggy and wet, all she could do was lay there, wishing for it all to end. ooOoo The two nurses sat in Astrid’s office, adding to Willa’s file. Nurse Lizzie sat in the chair on the other side of her desk. The office was on the third floor of the building. Since Astrid was the Head of the Newborn Ward, she got the largest office. The walls were plain white with one window. You could see the playground down below and watch as the little’s ran around. There wasn’t much in the room except a few pictures of Astrid and her husband. Elizabeth Parker was thirty years old and had worked at Little Beginnings for the past five years. It wasn’t her first choice of a job. She completed college and had a nursing degree but was never fully satisfied working on the mainland. When she fell in love with her current girlfriend, she was introduced to the world of ageplay. Her girlfriend was a nanny in Henderson and took care of adult babies. Lizzie was stunned to say the least. She almost broke up with her, disgusted by the fetish but something in her heart told her to stay. She thought about it for several months before agreeing to visit Henderson. The community was a very secretive place. They didn’t let just anyone in. Lizzie had to wait several more months before she was approved entry and even then had to sign numerous legal papers, claiming she wouldn’t speak of Henderson’s existence to anyone deemed dangerous, afraid they would reveal the community. She knew the consequences of breaking the rules. She, herself would be turned into an adult baby. Henderson was a mix of willing and unwilling people. Some were regressed down to as young as newborns. They could only cry, sleep, use their diaper, and breastfeed. Some had their teeth and hair removed while others didn’t. Others were around the ages of toddlers and preschoolers. They crawled, walked, some wore diapers while a majority wore pull ups and training pants. She was shocked at first, witnessing these grown men and women being treated as babies, but ever so slowly she became used to it. This wasn’t a fetish to them. It was an actual lifestyle and she was not one to judge. She was now a part of it. Lizzie found herself spending more and more days in Henderson, helping her girlfriend watch littles. After a year she moved there and a few weeks later, her girlfriend proposed. They were married a month later. That was four years ago. Lizzie found herself not caring that some were forced into this life because the way she viewed it was that they were being saved. Most of the adults came from poor lives on the mainland and desperately needed help. Henderson was saving them. She was saving them. Having already been certified as a nurse, she was quickly able to get a job at Little Beginnings where she specialized in treating adult babies. There were two main buildings. The therapist office, that appeared just to be a normal building to people unaware of Henderson. That’s where they first were sent under the guise they were going to therapy. Dr. Tischner talked them up, earning their trust before drugging them with the water. Then they were transferred to the main hospital, where it was assed how young they would be regressed. There were three floors. The first floor was just a basic hospital for Henderson. The second floor was the Little Ward. That’s where adults were regressed from three to seven years old (rarely anyone was older than that). Then the third floor was the Newborn Ward. They called it the Newborn Ward because it was the youngest age they could be regressed down. However, not all were newborns, others were regressed from anywhere between zero and two years old. That was Lizzie’s favorite ward. They were all so pure. So innocent. They were angels by the end of the regression and she couldn’t imagine a more serene place. She was still in training though. You could only work in the Newborn Ward after three years of experience with the Littles. The first year was just spent learning all about Ageplay and how to regress them by observing other nurses. Then after the two years in the Little Ward she was able to move up. Now she interned under Astrid Reichner, a stern but kind hearted woman who genuinely cared for them all. “How long do we wait?” she asked the older woman. The typing on the keyboard stopped. She looked up at the clock. “I’d say about twenty minutes. We usually give enemas about fifteen, but she has to learn her lesson. We are not going to go easy on her, this is meant to be a punishment.” Lizzie nodded. “And what about the catheter?” “Until she’s incontinent. The more she wets herself, the more natural it’ll be for her. Same with the enemas. She’ll receive them daily until she can no longer hold back.” she said. “We’ve also got to call Dr. Tischner and her husband to inform them that the adoption will be delayed. She won’t be ready in two days. It’ll probably take about a week just to get her to where she was before and then another week to be completely regressed.” It shocked the both of them when Willa acted out this morning. Everything had been going so well, she had nearly been in her headspace… or so they thought. Sickness usually pushed them deeper but when getting better, there was always a chance they could fall out. That was exactly what happened to Willa. ooOoo A/N: I’ve been writing like crazy all day :). Thank you for those who have reviewed and liked this story. I really appreciate it! Answering kirababy's comment, I gave a little insight into Nurse Lizzie’s life and I’ll do the same with the others. Also, follow me if you wanna see my other stories. I’m not sure if I mentioned this before but I’m planning this to be a two to three part story! I hope you are all staying safe and healthy! I’ll update again soon!

Great Story, I'd been looking forward to seeing Mai get the diaper treatment. I love everything about the picture as well, she looks simutaniously sexy and adoreable.

Anal stimulation is something I have to say opened my eyes and my soul to a very fullfilling sex life ! Many don't dare talk about things they did as children here, but I was a very curious girl from the age of ten. I already knew the birds and bees story by heart and I did get a rather great thrill from using my hair brush on my anus as a kid. Exploration of ones self is nothing to be ashamed of and for one never ever regret one thing I did as a little girl. I was married to a man for many years that didn't care for diapers, but everything else was on the table, and anal sex was something that I loved, and yes way more than the normal missionary wham bam thank you mam. I was married for better or worse and though I never got to play with my husband in diapers we had or own ways of making each other happy. I loved him for that part of our life. There was never a moment where I used the time old excuses like I have a headache or its that time of the month, or my least favorite and every cranky houswifes favorite I'm not in the mood. I was always in the mood and anal was always my preferred form of sex, vaginal sex comes in a slow second to me. Many men would jump on that situation !! Over the many years of anal and butt plugs and dildos and vibrators my sphincter has gotten so strong that I know I can ride and man and with a few squeezes hes gonna shoot his load and be off into nappy land... I don't see where anal sex is nasty or degrading to women in any way shape or form. Many women have never even tried it for fear that they might like it. I do plenty of excercise to keep my butt firm and pretty looking for myself and for my wife as she does the same for me. Kepp them booties tight and there is nothing wrong with anal !! P.S. Lil Marc I have tried fisting and my friend it is fun and enjoyable, and it will not make you lose bowel control sweetie. Love you all and give life a chance,, We have one life to live, why not live it in joy !!

It’s really okay (The Dialogues #4) Becky had gone in search of a project, and he was somewhere in the house. Ben was thirty-six and had been married to an unkind woman his mother had finally pried him back from, and Becky was intent on helping him become happy again. Six months into their marriage, he mostly was, an active, talkative, kind man who liked YA fiction and playing in his wading pool in equal measures. He was wonderfully behaved, having needed just one correction since their wedding when Becky found him getting things out from under the sink, which turned out to be a misunderstanding. Still, he remembered his first wife, and when he was afraid he was in trouble the happy man disappeared and the frightened, cowed husband came back out. He would stopped playing, stopped talking, and go hide. By late morning, as Becky was wiping down the kitchen and getting ready to start on lunch, she realized it was too quiet. She went in search of Ben and found him in the corner of his bedroom, nose in the corner. “Ben, you okay, buddy,” she asked, wondering what the wounded man was afraid he’d done wrong now. He didn’t respond or turn around. She approached him and reached out to put her hand on his shoulder. He flinched and sniffled. She turned him around. “Why’ve you been crying, sweetie?” He didn’t answer. She didn’t expect him to, but she always asked anyway, her effort to help him know it was okay to tell her what he was feeling even when he was afraid. He was holding her hairbrush, a habit she surmised stemmed from being told to go and get it whenever he was in trouble with his first wife. She told him so many times she wasn’t ever going to spank him with the brush, but he would often go and get it anyway. She cursed the woman silently and took it from his hand, putting it in her pocket. She took him by the hand and led him toward his nightstand, where she always made sure was a box of tissues. She plucked one and wiped his tears away, bent her knees a little to look him in the eye, and said to him, “We’ve talked about this, remember? You’re not in trouble, sweetie. You don’t need to bring me the brush or put yourself in timeout. Remember?” He nodded slowly, but avoided looking her in the eye. She grimaced and reached for another tissue, holding it to his nose. “Blow for me,” she said in the nicest voice she had. He responded well to that tone most of the time. He blew his nose. “Can you tell me what happened?” He didn’t answer. She looked around the room. A broken toy, a small mess, a spilled cup - these were the sorts of things he was certain he would be in trouble for, and as much as she would tell him it wasn’t a big deal, that he wasn’t in trouble, and that he should go play while she fixed it or cleaned it up, he stand there silently. Only when whatever it was had been fixed and they’d had some cuddle time would he come back out and go back to being his happy, chatty self. She didn’t see any mess, so she took his hand again, and walked him to the bathroom. He liked to play with his boats in the tub. But there was no mess in there. She looked in the hamper, but there was no mess in there. He’d been playing upstairs since breakfast. “Benny, is there something you want to show me?” He didn’t answer. “Even if I double pinky promise again that you’re not in trouble?” She sighed and straightened up, giving him a kiss on his forehead and a hug. Maybe Beth, her wife, would be able to coax it out of him. She was coming home to have lunch with them and had an especially good rapport with him. Becky would sit with him on the couch until then, putting on a superhero movie and trying to interest him in it. She had an epiphany as she passed his room with him in tow and stopped, stepped around him, and pulled out the back of his diaper. “Nope,” she said, and felt around to his front. “Lets go change those wet pants.” Taking his hand again, she started toward his room. He didn’t pull away but he didn’t follow. “C’mon, silly. Don’t you want dry pants?” He started to silently weep again. She thought he was over his fear of using his diapers. His first wife had insisted on catheters and enemas and treated accidents harshly. Becky, Beth, and his mother had done so much work to get him over his fear of using his diapers. “Benny, honey, it’s okay. It’s okay. Let’s go get you into something dry.” He followed behind sheepishly. “Upsie Daisy,” she said and helped him onto his changing table. “Lie back.” He only cried harder. Becky looked around his bedroom for a binky, and not seeing one took his wrist and guided his thumb toward his mouth. She didn’t like thumb sucking, but was happy to let him if it would stop the tears and make him feel safe. “It’s okay, Benny, go ahead. It’s okay.” He accepted his thumb, and she went back to her task, getting out a wipe and a clean diaper. She dabbed at his tears again with the wipe, raising the pitch of her voice and and saying in the almost-melody that sent him to sleep each night, “There’s no need for those tears. You’re such a good boy. Such a good boy.” She untaped one side of the diaper, and he turned away, catching her by surprise. “Benny,” she said in the tone she reserved for her one-year-old niece, you silly man. You gotta hold still.” She reached for the other tape and he turned away. “Benny, why you being so silly? Huh? You gotta hold still for me. You gonna hold still and let me change your diapee?” He didn’t say anything but eased his hip back down, sucking hard on his thumb and looking away. “There we go. Dere we go! Hold still ...” She untaped and I opened the diaper. It wasn’t easy to see. If he hadn’t made a big deal out of it, she was sure she wouldn’t have noticed he’d cum in his diaper. She sighed. Different people had different opinions, but it never bothered her or Beth that men like Ben sometimes spontaneously ejaculated in their diapers. She was surprised Ben hadn’t yet; she assumed he had and she just hadn’t noticed, but seeing his reaction as she opened his diaper, his silent sobbing growing deeper, she realized this must’ve been the first time since their marriage and that his first wife had been one of those types. Becky and Beth had agreed when deciding to get him that baby talk would be kept to a minimum, reserved for scrapes knees, bedtime, and when he needed cheering up. They wanted to ween him off such babyish needs, but tears certainly fit within the exception, and Beth moved around to the side of the table so he could see her face smiling down at him. “Is dat all? Is that dat all you was afraid of?” She took his thumb away and gave him a kiss on his mouth, even parting her lips a little. “It’s okay,” she said, “it’s okay. That happens to men your age sometimes. You didn’t do anything wrong. It was just an accident, just like the other things you do in your pampers.” Like he had all the other times he thought he was in trouble, once she found what it was he’d done and told him it was okay and that he wasn’t in trouble, he tentatively smiled, as though until she discovered it, he wouldn’t believe her. “Aww. Dere’s a smile! Dere’s a smile! Ooo, such a good boy!” She looked down toward his feet. “I’m fact...” A devilish smile crossed her own face, and she reached for the rash cream under the table, applying it directly to his clitty. “Can you show Becky how you make a sticky cummy?” She wasn’t sure he actually knew how it happened and doubted he’d ever done it on purpose. She started to massage the head of his clitty between her thumb and forefinger, more than enough to manage his little stiffy. “Show Becky. Show Becky. Show me what a good boy you are ... What a cute clitty you have. Yes it is. Come on. Make a sticky cummy for Becky ... Come on ... Dere it is! Ooh, my! Yes, dere it is. Dat’s a good Benny. Such a good Benny.” His little load didn’t even shoot, just oozing out of his clitty and staying in the wet diaper open between his legs. She leaned down again and gave him another thorough kiss, not what she’d give Beth but appropriate for husband and wife. She smiled wide, beaming at him as she asked, “Do you believe me now? It’s okay for you to make cummies in your pampers. That’s what your adorable little clitty is for.” His smiled turned to confusion. “My what?” “Your clitty ... Your peepee ... Your peepee is also your clitty, honey.” She reached down and gave the soft thing between his legs a gently squeeze. “Same thing.” “Oh ... I’m really not in trouble?” “No, sweetie,” she chuckled, “you’re not in trouble. If you make cummies again, you don’t even have to tell us. Like we said, your pampers are our responsibility.” “Can ... can we do that again sometimes?” “Sometimes. I’ll even show you how to do it yourself, but you have to do it inside your pampers, okay?” “Okay.” She gave him another kiss, this time on his forehead, before wiping her hand and going about the diaper change. “You are such a sweet little guy ...Now,” she said as finished wiping him down, “let’s get your little clitty snug in some new pampers.” As she sealed the second tape, she heard the garage door. “Ooh, there’s Beth. She’s gonna be so happy to see you! ... All done!” She held out her hands and helped him sit up. “After lunch will you help me build a fort in the backyard,” she asked him. “Uhuh! Can I tell Beth about my clitty?” Becky laughed. “Tell her all about it!” She leaned forward and gave him a strong and meaningful hug. “She’ll be so proud of you, just like I’m so proud of you.” “Thank you, Becky. I love you.” “I love you, too, sweetie! Ah! There she is! Go tell her!” He hopped off the table and scurried out of the room faster than Becky could swat his little bottom. She chuckled as she cleaned up after the change. He was all man underneath his trauma, and she and Beth were so happy to help him come back out and see him find his happiness again.

First wife sounds like a nightmare. ? One thing I'm confused about is why they have to get used to diapers if they are developmentally delayed in someway?

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!

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!

Hi I am near Ross-on-Wye a huge DL fan have nappies in stock and can travel looking for play mates etc I am in the blue nappy in the pic ?

On the series finale of: Maidens of Fate! * “Are you sure?” Daisuke asked. “Completely!” Pandora’s anxiety had boiled over. She could hardly catch her breath. “When Reko told me he felt something off about her, I was skeptical. So I went to talk to Midori. But Reina was there. I could feel her potential.” “And you’re sure it wasn’t Miss Kaneda you were feeling?” “Positive.” * When Midori opened the door, Daisuke alone was standing on the porch. She was wearing her school uniform - though school wasn’t for a few hours - and sunlight had only just crested over the distant horizon. It was as early as mornings got. “Miss Kaneda,” Daisuke said with a smile. “May I come in?” “I… um…” Midori looked behind her, like she was assessing the situation. She was wearing short pajama shorts and a button-up shirt done wrong. Her voice wavered with anxiety, but her eyes seemed listless. With a moment’s hesitation, she nodded her head and let Daisuke inside. * Pandora grabbed Midori’s hand and found herself lost in a sea of darkness. Midori was sitting quietly in the center of it, with her knees curled up to her chest. Pandora, in her white gown, stepped forward and knelt down in front of her. “Hey there…” * Episode 12: Combat Kismet, Destination Destined

Episode 11: A Masquerade on Consecrated Ground “Reina?” Pandora tilted her head to the side. “She’s in your afternoon class, right? Yeah, I’ve seen her around. Cute girl.” Pandora almost sounded bitter. “Yeah, well…” Cute wasn’t the word Midori was thinking of. The kiss from the day before still lingered on her lips, and she was nervous about seeing her after lunch. “Can I be honest with you about something?” “Of course.” Pandora smiled warmly and leaned forward on the table. Anything to help a friend. “I think I like her.” “Like…” “Yeah, like. Like that.” “Well.” There was definitely bitterness in her voice, but she did her best to suppress it. “A lot of girls don’t like other girls at this school. It’s not very…” Acceptable. “I mean, do you think she likes you too?” “I don’t know,” Midori sighed. Before yesterday, she wasn’t even sure she liked girls. Her mind pulled her back to her Missive: a girl to call your own. Was it talking about Reina? “She kissed me. But I think that’s normal in her country? I should look it up…” “She kissed you?” Pandora’s voice carried a little too well and a few students at nearby tables started to stare. Midori sunk into her chair. “Keep it down, will you? It was like… a goodbye kiss. It didn’t mean anything.” Though Midori had been unable to think about anything since. Pandora opened her mouth to say something, then stopped. She sunk low in her chair as well and crossed her arms. “Should I say something? Should I ask her? Or should I just let her keep making this mistake?” Pandora shrugged. “You could at least try to be helpful here.” “Sorry,” Pandora said sharply, a touch of sarcasm at the end. “Sounds like you’ve got it covered.” “Are you upset with me or something? Are you jealous that I have another friend?” Midori’s frustration bubbled up under the surface. Even after two weeks, she wasn’t used to such strong emotions. “I’m not jealous of her,” Pandora plainly lied. Midori shook her head. “Forget it.” Midori cleaned up her lunch box and packed it away in her schoolbag. She just needed a friend to talk to; was that so hard for Pandora? As Midori got up from the table, Pandora softened and called after her. “See you in the music room today?” Midori paused and turned around. “Sounds like you’ve got it covered.” * * * “I’m sorry to hear that, Midori.” Reina had pushed her desk together with Midori’s for a group project and the two were talking in hushed whispers. Reina reached out and took Midori’s hand in hers, rubbing the back with her thumb. “Sometimes old friends have problems with you making new friends. She’ll get over it.” “Yeah…” Midori’s cheeks felt a little warm and she looked down at Reina’s hand on hers. It made sense - closeness was important in her culture. But here, in class? “I just don’t understand what’s going on with her. You aren’t a threat to our friendship.” “Maybe she likes you?” Reina offered. “Like, in a romantic way.” Midori blinked in surprise. Pandora? The signs were there, if she looked hard enough. But that begged another question. “Even if she did, why would she be jealous of you?” “I, uh.” Reina played with her hair and looked down at her hand in Midori’s. “I thought I was pretty clear about how I felt, but maybe there’s a cultural barrier here?” “How you…” Midori repeated to words, but didn’t get to the last one. “Then last night, when…” “Yeah,” Reina laughed awkwardly. “I mean, I don’t kiss just anyone.” “R-right…” Midori sunk down in her chair, a burning heat on her cheeks. How could she have been so dense? “So, I guess the question is… do you like me?” “What?” Midori’s eyes went wide and she looked around the noisy classroom. “Is this really where we should be talking about this?” “Good point,” Reina agreed. “After school then.” “After school then…” Midori spent the rest of the class period unable to focus on her work. What was she going to tell Reina? Of course she liked her. Who wouldn’t? She was gorgeous and sweet and confident. But Midori never had a crush on someone before. Before last week, she didn’t even know what that might feel like. And now she was falling for this girl she just met? Was this just her commitment thing acting up? There was a lot to think about. * * * “Miri!” Kachiko hurried up to Midori on the school grounds as students funneled out of the gate and toward the train station. “Oh, hey Kachiko,” Midori said, and motioned to the girl beside her. “This is Reina.” “We have morning classes together,” Reina explained. “Hi Kachiko.” “Hi Reina.” Kachiko noticed Reina’s hand in Midori’s, then addressed her fellow Miko once more. “Could I talk to you for a minute?” Midori turned to Reina, like she was asking for permission. Reina nodded and let go of Midori’s hand. “I won’t be long,” Midori promised her. “Wait by the gate for me, okay?” Kachiko led Midori away from the crowd, behind the school and toward the soccer field. Her silence was uncharacteristic and her steps didn’t bounce. Only when the two were alone did she say something. “I miss you, Miri.” She wrapped her arms around Midori as tight as she could manage. In many ways, despite thirty years locked in time, Kachiko was still such a child. “I miss you too, Kachiko,” Midori sighed, hugging her back. Memories of the night she stayed over Kachiko’s house came flooding back to her. “I don’t mean to ditch out of music club, but—” “You have a new friend. I understand.” And despite Kachiko’s somber tone, she seemed to be telling the truth. “I just wanted to say that I’m your friend too, Miko or not. And I’m going to stay by your side no matter what.” Kuu’s words echoed in Midori’s head: they were only friends with her human form. Then she remembered the awful things she said to Kachiko in the woods, before the storm. “I don’t deserve that,” Midori muttered. “And I can’t be sure that my Miko form will always be your friend.” “That’s okay,” Kachiko smiled. “I can be sure enough for both of us. I wanted to show you something, but you have to promise to keep it a secret. Okay?” Midori didn’t trust herself to keep a secret, not with how little she could control her flippancy in Miko form, but Kachiko seemed unusually serious. So Midori nodded. Kachiko reached into her school bag and pulled out an envelope. It was clearly a missive, but this one wasn’t red. It was blue. “I got this twenty-six years ago,” she said quietly, her voice absent of bubbly inflections. She almost sounded normal. “None of the others know I have it. I guess I don’t want them to think differently of me.” Kachiko passed the envelope to Midori and Midori opened it up. It had a card inside, but the card was blank. Definitely a Missive, but for Kachiko. Why was it blue? “I don’t understand.” “It’s a Release,” Kachiko said. “Oh… oh!” Midori quickly handed it back to her, like she would taint it or something. “You… you have one? You got one? I thought… what about Daisuke?” Kachiko shook her head. “Daisuke doesn’t have one.” “But… why? I don’t…” Midori stumbled through half-sentences trying to make sense of what was happening. If Kachiko could end her thirty-year contract, why didn’t she? “Daisuke is the one that gave me my first Missive, the one that made me a Miko. Ever since then, we’ve been inseparable. I think I remind her of her little sister. I’ve never had any siblings, but with Dai I can imagine what it’s like.” Kachiko sounded wistful in her recount. “Dai wasn’t always so levelheaded, you know? Her weakness was ‘arrogance’. She never cared about other people’s feelings, and she always thought she was right. Then she became a Miko. She could feel the emotions of people around her. She had to follow someone else’s decisions. “Along the way, she figured out the truth: she had always cared. She acted like she didn’t, because it made her feel safe. She had to be right, because then she couldn’t be wrong. But it doesn’t have to be black and white. She can let someone else run the group, like Kuu. She can support others’ choices, even if she disagrees with them. She found balance. “Dai helped me figure out the same thing. I know I’m naive, but I like when things feel easy. I also understand that sometimes things are complicated, and I can’t always hide behind my cutesy, childish face. There are middle grounds. “One day soon, Pandora will see that being selfish and selfless overlap a lot more than she thinks. And Kuu will see that instincts and calculations each have a time and place. Maybe Naomi will start to believe in herself. And you…” Midori stared dumbfounded at the girl in front of her. “Miri, you’ll find out that commitment isn’t about anyone but you. Not me, or Panda, or Reina, or Nari. It’s about who has earned your trust, and who has kept you safe. And you don’t owe any of us a single explanation.” Kachiko tucked the blue Missive back into her schoolbag and faced her friend once more. “I’m not leaving without Daisuke,” Kachiko said with certainty. “Until she gets her Release, I’m staying too. Even if it means winding up as a Cleanser every now and again for disobeying my Missive. I don’t care. And I’m not leaving you either, no matter how mean you are to me. You can count on that.” Midori nodded her head. She didn’t know what to say. She was overwhelmed with so many conflicting thoughts, so many musing and emotions, and she had no experience dealing with all this stuff. She felt like she would either implode or fall apart. All she could stutter out was a small “thank you”. “I’ll see you at the music room tomorrow?” Kachiko said with a smile. “Yeah. I’ll be there.” Kachiko waved and ran off. It was a solid minute before Midori remembered that Reina was waiting for her. “Took you a while,” Reina teased, but upon seeing Midori’s expression her tone shifted. “Hey, are you okay? You look a little ill.” “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m good.” Midori walked alongside Reina absentmindedly, still thinking about everything Kachiko had said. “Well, when we get back to your house, how about we play Doctor? It sounds less fun than it is, I promise.” But Midori didn’t respond to her joke. With a pout, Reina took Midori’s hand and stopped her on the sidewalk. With a single motion, she pressed Midori to the stone wall and put her lips upon hers. Midori couldn’t have counted the seconds if she tried. One kiss that seemed to last forever, and that seemed to be over all too soon. She looked up at her new friend with blushing red cheeks, her thoughts swimming in a whole new way. “There we go,” Reina said in a sing-song voice, running her finger along Midori’s lips. “Feeling better?” “Uh huh.” Midori nodded shyly and the two girls walked hand in hand to the train station. * * * “Midori!” Even at the crowded train station, Reko’s voice was distinct. He ran up to the girls with excitement on his face, a hair clip in his hair, and little sparkles on his cheeks. Even though he was wearing the boy’s school uniform, the top was different somehow. Midori couldn’t put her finger on it. “Oh, who’s your little friend?” Reina leaned down to greet the boy. “This is Reko,” Midori said Reina, then addressed Reko. “Hey kid. How’ve you been? Still hanging out with Pandora?” Midori poked Reko’s hair clip, which was one of the ones she had seen Pandora wearing last week. “Uh huh! She said that if I want to be pretty, I just should be. No angel—” He paused mid-sentence and looked at Reina, then sheepishly at Midori. “Oh, you’re a boy?” Reina put her hand over her mouth and gasped in mock surprise. “I had no idea!” Reko smiled at her, but his discomfort was obvious. Maybe because he almost said something about the Miko to a normal person; he had been warned about that. “Are you on your way home?” Midori asked. “No, I’m stopping by Panda’s house.” “Oh. Well… have fun.” “I’ll tell her you said hi.” Reko took a final look at Midori and Reina and went on his way. Reina waited for the boy to slip back into the crowd before she spoke to Midori. “So, Pandora is okay encouraging a little boy to be a girl, but she’s upset when you make a new friend?” Reina asked. She wrapped her arm around Midori’s waist and held her close. “Seems selfish.” “I never thought about it that way,” Midori said, more to herself than to Reina. At first, Pandora didn’t even want Reko to wear girls’ clothes; it was Midori that convinced her. She put her lip and looked out the window as the train left the station. Maybe Reina was right. She always seemed to have a point. * * * Midori’s mom wasn’t home. There was a note on the counter, but Midori didn’t get the chance to read it before Reina kissed her. Midori didn’t know what to do with her hands, but Reina certainly did. Whatever experience the girl had from her time in Greece translated well to Midori. Reina led the girl up the stairs with a kiss on every step, then down the hall to her room. Midori fumbled her way through the door and Reina pinned her down to the bed, crawling on top of her stomach. “I… I dunno if we should be doing this,” Midori muttered. She could barely breathe as Reina kissed down her neck. She untied the bow of Midori’s uniform and started to unbutton her blouse. “We should just do what we want, Midori.” Another kiss silenced the small Japanese girl and another button of Midori’s blouse came undone. “Tell me what you want. Be honest.” Midori looked nervously into Reina’s eyes, but her thoughts were clouded. All she could think about was Reina. Her body. Her eyes. Her lips. Reina used the opportunity to pull open Midori’s blouse, flashing her white bra. Then Reina reached up and untied her own neckerchief. Midori could hardly remember the question. “What do you want, Midori?” Reina repeated. “Th-this… you.” “That’s a good girl,” Reina cooed. Good girl. The words echoed in Midori’s mind, drudging up some ancient strings of pride and plucking the dust off them. Warm feelings. She did something right. Midori watched dizzily and with burning red cheeks as Reina removed her blouse. Unlike Midori, Reina wasn’t wearing a bra - must be a European thing - and Midori saw another woman’s breasts for the first time in her teenage life. She looked at each one, larger and rounder than her own, with an ache of envy and desire. “There’s my good girl…” Reina took one of Midori’s hands and put it on her chest, far in excess to anything Midori had to compare with. Then Reina leaned down and kissed Midori again on the lips. Warmer. More passionate. Midori couldn’t find her way out of Reina’s pure perfection. Like a goddess. She had chosen Midori. She was teaching Midori how to feel so many wonderful feelings. It felt like magic… Reina was pleased with herself as she pulled away from the thousandth kiss. On Midori’s desk, her phone buzzed with a call from Pandora, but Midori was busy swimming through warm fantasies. She was in no state to care, let alone answer the phone. “Good girl… such a good girl…” Midori laid there for a long time, trying to make sense of the situation. Reina was such a passionate girl, and Midori couldn’t think clearly. Every part of her was dizzy with a single desire: to make Reina happy. An hour afterward, Midori couldn’t pay attention to anything. Any time she felt an ounce of autonomy, Reina would brush her lips against Midori’s or she would kiss softly on Midori’s neck. There was a banging on the door downstairs, not the sort of knocking a family member would use if they forgot their keys. Not the sort of knocking a friend might use when stopping by. No, it sounded like an emergency, like something a firefighter would use when telling you that your house is burning down. Midori pulled herself into a sitting position on her bed. Reina wasn’t around, as far as she could tell. Maybe she went to the bathroom to wash up, or the kitchen downstairs to get a drink of water. Maybe that was her banging around. Maybe she locked herself out. Ditz, Midori thought. She pulled her blouse on over her bra and buttoned it up lazily as she made her way down the stairs, missing a few buttons with each attempt. When she got down to the landing, she opened the door to find Pandora. “You're in so much danger right now!” Pandora was huffing and puffing; it was obvious she had just run a long way here. It took a moment for her to find more words than that. “Danger…?” Midori’s brain was only just now catching up to the situation. Pandora was here. Midori looked outside, one side and then the next, but Reina wasn’t around. So Midori stepped onto the porch and closed the door behind her. If this was Miko stuff, Reina shouldn’t hear it. “Now what are you talking about?” “Okay. Um. So Reko came over, and he saw you with this girl, and I figured it was like… your new friend, right?” Pandora leaned against the porch railings to finally catch her breath. “She’s a Richi.” Midori had to rewind the tape on that one. She had to double check that her ears had heard exactly what she thought they heard. With a sigh, she shook her head. “Wow. I think you need some sleep or something, okay? Just calm down.” “It has to be Nari,” Pandora went on. “It has to be. No other Richi could take a human form. She found a way to get to you. That’s what they do, they lie and deceive and they get as close as possible so they can feed…” “Pandora. Shut up. You have no right talking about Reina like that!” Midori’s hands balled into fists at her sides. “She doesn’t even like you! She’s not capable of feelings things, Midori. She’s a parasite!” Midori opened the door to her house and stepped back inside, slamming the door in Pandora’s face. But Pandora blocked the door with her shoe and swung the door open with a loud bang. “Don’t get used to having it around, Midori! We’re Miko, we kill Richi.” “Is everything okay?” Reina asked, hurrying in from the kitchen. Her blouse was unbuttoned along the top. “Don’t you talk to her!” Pandora shouted at Reina. “Oh, Pandora… I didn’t mean to offend. Midori did warn me that you were a little possessive.” “She was just leaving,” Midori said coldly, standing between Pandora and Reina. Pandora looked at Midori, then at Reina, and stormed off down the stairs. Midori slammed the door behind her. “I don’t know what that was about,” Reina said with a sigh, “but sometimes friends get jealous like that. It’s better to give her space. She’ll realize she was wrong and try to apologize, I’m sure of it.” “Maybe…” Midori was worked up. Pandora was a jealous girl, sure. But to come to her house and say that stuff in front of Reina? It was so… selfish. Then again, why was Midori even surprised anymore? “Let’s go, little one,” Reina said softly in Midori’s ear, kissing her once on the neck. “I’ll make all those bad feelings go away. Don’t you want that?” When Midori hesitated to respond, Reina slipped her thumb into Midori’s mouth. After a few gentle sucks, Midori’s eyes glossed over and her whole body relaxed. “Let’s try again,” Reina said gently, her voice ringing like piano keys in an empty ballroom. “Do you want me to make all the bad feelings go away?” This time, Reina moved her hand up and down, causing the thumb-sucking girl to nod along with her. Reina’s smile grew. “Good girl.” [Ending Song & Credits] ------------- Cast & Weakness: Midori Kaneda > Commitment Pandora Novak > Selfishness Kachiko Kazumi > Naïvety Daisuke Hidoki > Arrogance Kuu Shima > Control Naomi Sato > Doubt

Next time on: Maidens of Fate! * “I think I like her,” Midori said. “Like…” “Yeah, like. Like that.” “Well.” There was definitely bitterness in Pandora's voice, but she did her best to suppress it. “A lot of girls don’t like other girls at this school. It’s not very…” Acceptable. “I mean, do you think she likes you too?” “I don’t know,” Midori sighed. Before yesterday, she wasn’t even sure she liked girls. Her mind pulled her back to her Missive: a girl to call your own. Was it talking about Reina? * “I miss you, Miri.” Kachiko wrapped her arms around Midori as tight as she could manage. In many ways, despite thirty years locked in time, Kachiko was still such a child. “I miss you too, Kachiko,” Midori sighed, hugging her back. Memories of the night she stayed over Kachiko’s house came flooding back to her. “I don’t mean to ditch out of music club, but—” “You have a new friend. I understand.” And despite Kachiko’s somber tone, she seemed to be telling the truth. “I just wanted to say that I’m your friend too, Miko or not. And I’m going to stay by your side no matter what.” * Midori’s mom wasn’t home. There was a note on the counter, but Midori didn’t get the chance to read it before Reina kissed her. Midori didn’t know what to do with her hands, but Reina certainly did. Whatever experience the girl had from her time in Greece translated well to Midori. * Episode 11: A Masquerade on Consecrated Ground

The tenderness and warmth of this story is such a welcome change from the mountain of stuff being written where the male character is constantly sissified, humiliated, etc... Your writing is fantastic! Keep up the excellent work!

Goodnites, I am small so I fit in XL's plus I can still keep it a secret while wearing since they are pull ups

Diapers are better for the enviorment, plus, it makes more logical sense to use something that is going into the ground, then having your pee and poop go into a body of water, which you will eventually drink or use to wash your body, might as well jump into a body of water naked, and pee and poop in it, also. Pooping is easier in a diaper since you can go in a natural position

well, I live in Fairmont, and I don't mind hanging out, Sports I am not a huge fan of, but gaming... totally, well, the sports thing isn't exactly true, I do enjoy Extreme Sports.