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Scene #65 “Murry, wut aryu duin,” I mumbled in the middle of the night. At least I think I did. Maybe not so much with the remembering when I’ve been dragged from unconsciousness at a time I just call ‘dark.’ You only need to number the hours if you’re making plans, and my plan for that hour is always the same, be sleeping. “Nothing, honey. Go back to sleep.” “K.” When morning did come, the sun was out, the birds were singing, and so was Mary. I got out of bed and slippered my way downstairs to the sound of Mary rocking around the Christmas tree, which we didn’t have yet. “Morning,” I said and smiled from the doorway. “What’re you making,” I yawned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “Pancakes.” “With cinnamon?” I yawned again and sat myself down in a kitchen chair. “I know how you like them. Didn’t you get enough sleep?” “I did.” “You can go back to bed for a while. We can do Zoom church at ten.” “Ugh, no way with Pastor Mike.” How someone can take the majesty of the whole of existence and make it boring, I dunno. I got up and made us glasses of juice and water. Mary crossed the kitchen and gave me my good morning kiss and butt squeeze (what, you don’t get a good morning butt squeeze? I’m so sorry for you). When our lips parted, she kept her hands on the small of my back. “Mmm. Good girl.” Ooo, two squeezes! I must’ve been an especially good girl. And did you hear what she called me? Ha! “What I do,” I asked. I mean, yeah, I’m a good girl all the time, but I usually hafta do something to be told so. “You have a dry bottom.” She just said that and left it flopping on the floor, going back to the stove to flip the pancakes. Having the experience of getting flipped over by Mary, ‘patted’ with that very spatula, and eaten, I think I know just how the pancakes must feel: in love with Mary. And vulnerable to her whims. But back to what she just said, “Of course I ... Did you wake me up last night?” “Sorry. Didn’t mean to, but you went right back to sleep.” “What were you doing?” “Changing your diaper, sweetie. You were wet. Syrup or jelly?” For a second I thought there must’ve been someone else in the room because my wife and I were talking about middle-of-the-night diaper changes, not breakfast. Also, “Syrup, please.” I hoped, o how I hoped, the sound of me getting the butter and jelly - Mary prefers jelly on her pancakes; she talked me into trying it, and I do like it, but she says it doesn’t count as a serving of fruit so I usually stick with syrup, which does count as a serving of tree sap - anyway, I hoped the sound of those things covered the sound of me checking the front of my diaper. And yep, dry. I know I woke up and peed around midnight, because I do that most nights diapered or not. I’ll admit here that I do get back to sleep easier when I do that in a diaper, but I’m never telling Mary. “Why did you do that,” I asked Mary. “Change you? Because you needed it, silly.” “Um, have you ever done that before? In the middle of the night, I mean.” “Nope.” “So ...” “I woke up and reached over to find you and felt you had wet pants and decided to change you.” “My pants ...” “Figuratively.” “O ... kay...” I guess that’s ... okay. Feels like life just got weirder around here, and we already crossed the weirdness barrier in our house many miles ago. It’s like crossing the sound barrier, but instead of a sonic boom, you just hear this voice in your head go, “Huh. So that’s a thing now, is what it is ... interesting.” She scoffed at me as she set our plates down and sat across from me. “What, you want to sleep in a wet diaper?” “No! I just ... are you gonna make a habit of that?” “Well, if I happen to wake up and find you really wet, I might change you. I’ll try not to wake you.” Man, she’s taking the ‘please take care of me’ thing from last night super seriously. Like, for serious? Apparently. And yes, there’s frequently a monologue like that running my head. Weirdness barrier waaaaayyyyy back there in the distance... “Did you ... did you get back to sleep okay,” I asked. I mean, she literally does not have to do that. I sleep fine, and she needs to sleep fine, too. Besides, if your wife is going to make you wear a wet diaper, while you’re unconscious is the best time. Although she’s not making me ... I think? I’ll ... okay. Don’t interrogate yourself, a little voice said to me. Good tip, I said back. “Mhmm. Mmm! Did I ever tell you I make good pancakes?” “A time or two.” From scratch! “Thanks for making them with the cinnamon.” “Just a pinch, like your mom makes,” Mary said. Which is true. That’s how my mom makes them, and that’s why I like them that way. The pancakes I grew up with, except Mary’s don’t come from a box of mix. I smiled at Mary. “What?” “I can’t help but notice you’re happy this morning.” “Yeah, I guess I am.” “Is that ...” Aw fuck it with the sideways attacks, straight at the issue, damn the torpedoes, every kinkster will do her duty like an Englishman, men abed in their homes will think themselves accursed that they were not, yada yada ... anyhoo ... “Can we talk about last night,” I asked directly. “Haven’t we been?” “I mean before we went to sleep. The, um, living room.” “Sure.” “I just ... I’m not a little.” Just in case the footie pajamas and pacifier and teddy bear - followed by the bedtime diapering - had led her to believe even otherwise. I mean, I would be, if she really wanted me to be. But I’m not. And she hasn’t asked or dropped any hints that she does want ... anyhoo ... “I know,” Mary confirmed. See? She knows me better than anyone, and Mary knows I’m not a little, so the opinions of others on that subject aren’t even worth my time. “I just wanted to do something special for you,” I said. “It was very special. Thank you again.” “I thought it would make you feel better. You’ve been so ... it was Lisa’s idea.” That caught her off guard. “Lisa? What does she ...” “I called her.” “What made you do that, sweetie?” “You’ve been sad and stressed, and I didn’t know how to make you feel better. The usual things didn’t work.” She smiled at me, one of those aren’t-you-so-sweet-it’s-pitiable smiles. “You don’t have to worry about me that much.” Well, I do, is the thing, because she’s my wife and the love of my life, so I didn’t even respond to that. I skipped right over that and said, “So I called Lisa.” I hope this doesn’t get back to Lisa. She might not like that I told Mary. “And she told you to get your teddy bear and come snuggle with me?” “She told me you might ... that maybe you wanted ... that if spanking me wasn’t cheering you up, maybe you needed some ... ...” Apparently we were having a shortage of words in our house. “Are you okay?” “Mhmm.” “Did you not like snuggling with me?” “No! I mean, yes, I did. I just ... Lisa said maybe you were feeling more like a big than a domme and maybe that’s why ... spanking me has always made you feel better before.” “Daffy ... here,” she said and took my plate. She put it in the microwave for ten seconds. I had forgotten to eat while I was busy stuttering and stumbling my way through whatever it was I was trying and failing to say. “C’mere,” she said and patted her knee. I got up and sat down in her lap. I felt her stifle a scortle, perchance at my outfit, still the footies but with some padding underneath. “Bite,” she asked and proffered me a bite of pancake. I accepted it. “Good girl.” “Thenku.” “Talking with your mouth full?” “Sorry.” She kissed me on the cheek and handed me my fork. Just because she now checks and changes my diaper in the middle of the night does not mean she needs to feed me like a ... dammit. “Sometimes a spanking doesn’t solve things,” she told me. Well, duh, right? “But it makes you feel better.” My butt is Mary’s stress ball. I have a pair of panties that say so right on the seat! “At least, it used to.” “It still does, silly. Last week was just ... off.” “So you still like spanking me?” “If you ask one more question with an obvious answer, I’ll turn you over my knee right here,” she laughed. That’s exactly the kind of pretext my Mary would use to paddle me. “Just checking ... So if spanking didn’t solve your crummy mood, why did snuggling do it? And we snuggle all the time.” “I don’t think snuggling solved it. I just think it ... I don’t know. Maybe I’d have woken up happy today regardless ... but you helped,” she rushed to reassure me. Not that I need more reassurance than the average ... whatever I am these days. “But that’s what you wanted, to ... how did Lisa know and not me?” “I think she just made a good guess. Take more bites.” Which I did. I don’t normally need so up much promoting to eat my sugar. Really. “Maybe,” Mary speculated, “Lisa was just thinking about what she likes and thought I’d like the same thing.” “Because she thinks you’re ...” I stopped myself from saying it. “What? What did she say?” “It’s not something she said. It’s more ... do you wish I were a little?” “I like you the way you are.” “But you liked me in that outfit a lot.” “Because you looked ... with your paci and your bear and your eyes all big, you looked like you needed me.” I mean, sure, with the outfit and accessories and maybe I was a little wide eyed and silent like I got lost in the toy store and was scared I couldn’t find my mommy ... dammit. I didn’t need her any more or less I’m that moment that I ever do. I have a pretty standard hierarchy of needs: warmth, shelter, peanut butter, to be told I’m a good girl, a butt that’s always in danger, and all the love. Each of those things can translate directly to ‘Mary.’ Except the peanut butter. She’s more often a barrier to that. But only because she loves me! Sigh... So I told Mary, “I need you all the time.” “Aw, baby, and that makes me feel like the most important person in the world.” “Well, you are. I mean, duh ... Maybe I just can’t ever understand.” “Can’t understand what?” “How ... to be happy ... I need someone, um, you specifically, to take care of me to make me happy, but you need someone to take care of to be happy.” “You, specifically,” she said and poked me in the side where I’m ticklish. “I guess I don’t understand that entirely.” “Letting me take care of you is how you take care of me. Simple as that.” “Or seriously complicated, but ...” That’s seriously complicated. I looked it up, and nope, no one understands what that’s all about. “What?” “I guess we don’t need to understand it. Just remember it.” “That’ll work, won’t it?” It would have to, because bigs are confusing. “Mhmm.” “All done?” “Mhmm. And I don’t ... if it makes you happy, I don’t mind wearing cute outfits.” “You make just about all the clothes cute when you wear them. I don’t think it was the outfit.” “What was it then?” “The look on your face. The way when I asked you what you were up to, you didn’t know.” She does like me confused. Makes it easier for her to manipulate me into the sorts of scenarios that end with stuff and things in places at times. She loves those, and so do I. Of course, sometimes I’m just pretending to be confused, but that’s part of the fun. “Thanks for taking care of me,” I said. “If you hadn’t ... hoo boy.” I mean, if she had just told me I looked cute and went back to work, yikes would I have been a hot mess. But she wouldn’t do that. “What,” she asked me. “I was just feeling kinda insecure already, but I guess you know that now.” “You coulda told me.” “I didn’t want to add onto your plate. I was trying to care of you.” “Taking care of you is how you take care of me,” she said again. “Well, I didn’t know that last night.” Or I did, but not with so much clarity. She put it really well. That’s what Lisa was trying to tell me and couldn’t articulate, and it’s what I knew inside me but didn’t think of it in those words. Which raked a question, “So, question: can I be too needy, in that little dynamic you just said?” “Can you be too needy? Anyone can. Are you too needy? No.” I’ll add to that, am I needy? Yes. Am I too needy for just about everyone else in the world? Hellz yes, and I had racked up quite the stable of exes in my short pre-Mary life to prove it. But I’m not too needy for Mary. I just need to be told I’m not too needy for her from time to time. It’s a symptom of the larger problem. But then I guess it’s not a problem for Mary, so it’s not a problem for me either. “Good,” I said. “Just promise me you’ll say something if I ever am.” “Promise.” I got a kiss. “Good job eating your breakfast.” I mean, for example (random example, plucking it outta thin air), I don’t need praise for things like eating my breakfast, for the record. Littles are the kind of people who need that degree of affirmation. I just happen to really like that degree of affirmation sone days (most of the days), and also for everything else I do. Totally different. Really. “Let’s go to church,” Mary said and patted my hip to get me to stand. “Not yet.” “Why?” “Reasons...” “O, you just wanna cuddle some ... you’re peeing on me, aren’t you?” I didn’t immediately respond ... for reasons. Mary didn’t mind, she just rubbed little circles on my shoulders until I was, um, ready to answer, “Like you don’t like that, ya big weirdo.” “Hey! Is that name calling from Miss Potty Pants?” “I had to go.” “You could’ve gone to the bathroom. I did repeal that rule,” she reminded me. “O. I, um, forget ... sometimes ... is all.” Really. And don’t you interrogate my reasons, either! “Uh-huh. You ready now?” “I don’t think you appreciate how hard that is.” “What?” “Peeing my pants!” “You don’t have to.” “I mean physically! It’s not ... it’s a skill.” I had to practice at it. It took a while to get good at it. “Then you must have mad skillz,” she teased me while scratching her fingers over my pajamas where the diaper wrapped around my hip. “Yeah. And if I’m going to feel it, I just want to share the sensation with you. That’s called reaping what you sow, Mary.” “For someone allegedly so insecure, you sure are mouthy all of a sudden.” “You reassured me. I’m good for a while.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Good work,” I said, because Mary and bigs and people in general need reassurance to, even if it seems like they’re totally on top of everything. True story. She gave me a kiss back. “No more stalling. We’ll miss it.” I got up and got swatted on my butt, which was mmmm. She held my hand all the way back upstairs. “Can I have a change,” I asked as we settled on the bed and opened the iPad to Zoom church. Pastor Sarah was just getting started, while Pastor Mike was sitting in the background looking like he was thinking hard about how to be boring for the next service. “You can wait,” Mary said and gave me a swat. “Can wait in the middle of the night to,” I grumbled. “If you don’t want me to ...” “Well, let’s see how good you can be at not waking me up first ... can I have a good girl spanking after church?” “You’re gonna get a bad girl spanking after church if you don’t settle in and pay attention.” “Yes’m.” I can’t wait to go back to physical church. I miss it and our friends and Pastor Sarah, and this bathroom in the basement where Mary takes me after if I don’t behave ... sigh. When the pandemic is over, I’m gonna have to ask Jane to text me the third Sunday of every month around 9:15. For reasons.

Thank you for all your feedback! Warning, this next installment is pretty dark. -In The Ether Of The Unknown- What felt like seconds later, Jack had awoken to the same pain in his head and torso he had been experiencing before, but now the loud ringing noise that had brought him and his wife to their knees had subsided, granting him a modicum of peace despite the waning pain that was still ever present in his body. 'Where am I?' The question was a valid one. He couldn't see anything in front of his face and from what little sensory information his body gave him, it seemed as though he was submerged in a very viscous fluid. He tried to move his arms, kick his legs, but the fluid that surrounded him made it nearly impossible to move his limbs. From how it embraced his body, Jack could only compare it to floating in maple syrup since it prevented him from doing any movements quicker than a snail's pace. An oddly out of place mechanical 'thumping' sound started up. The steady 'heartbeat' of the machinery was agitating the fluid, helping it move all around him. Despite his lingering headache, Jack could only assume that the fluid was some kind of alien salve which had been used to repair his body. Obviously, he had been abducted by aliens, right? What else explained that beam of light and his wife disappearing before his very eyes? "Kimi!" Jack screamed out into the thick flowing fluid. That was a mistake. The moment he opened his mouth, the viscous sludge filled his mouth, forcing him to swallow it or suffocate! Jack knew better than to inhale the alien substance, but instinct overpowered his rational thoughts, compelling him to 'breath' in the fluid. As his body gave in and drank of the fluid, Jack couldn't help but notice that it didn’t really taste like anything. It was probably what drinking silicone was like, Jack thought as the thick goop filled his throat and penetrated his lungs. 'Great. I'm going to die in some alien's warped and perverse version of a Lava Lamp.' However, death never came. Neither did suffocation. Jack was left to wonder just what the hell was happening to him. Was his body being preserved for study? Was he going to be a cosmic cadaver, not unlike the ancient Egyptian mummies? Or was his original theory correct? Was this weird slime repairing his body? His mind was plagued by so many questions that couldn't be answered at that moment. Speaking of questions, on the other side of the glass orb, that Jack was contained in, stood two giant humanoid women who were discussing him like he was simply an object. "So, you want two girls?" Came the simple yet life altering question from a youthful looking professional. "Yes, I have no desire to adopt a useless little boy." The other woman answered before adding. "I should only get one, but studies have shown that a mother of two is seen in a more sympathetic light." The blond woman wearing a lab coat looked up from her clipboard and gave the expectant mother an odd look. "I was wondering why the Mistress of Misery was down here in my lab, looking at the first successful pair of Little transfers in Deutschian history." Rebecca thought out loud. " You absolutely detest babies. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you must be looking to humanize yourself in front of the media after that horrible fracking disaster that wiped out the indigenous Little population of Mumbo Wambo, huh?" The medical technician asked without thinking. The neutral expression on the other woman's face turned cold as she stared at the young head of Technical Innovations. "Rebecca, how quickly you forget your place. If I had no use for your talents, you'd be shrunk and stuffed into that empty glass womb to join these two unlucky brats." The 'Madam of Misery' stated in a cold tone. "I apologize for speaking out of turn, Madam President." Rebecca replied with a visibly cowered stance. "That's better. Never again will those terrible tabloids call me that name once I unveil this glorious breakthrough that you have helped Schwarzer Stein achieve!" Rebecca nodded as she slightly brought up her clipboard to hide the bottom of her face from this crazy woman standing next to her. She was a very smart, young woman, but at that moment, she wished she had better skills when it came to social interactions. She always said things too blunty. Always spoke her mind and never hid her comments behind a veil of faux niceties. In a lot of ways, the two women were a lot alike, but unlike her boss, she couldn't speak so freely. Thankfully, she rarely had to see this intimidating woman who ran half of the country's economy from the confines of her luxurious penthouse suite at the top of the tower. "So." Rebecca did her best to speak up, trying to get things back on track. "You don't want a boy. How about twins?" "Yes!" The CEO replied, a smile forming on her face. "Twins are rather cute. The media loves them and it'll be good for publicity." "Right." Rebecca replied, gazing at the now smiling brunette. Her boss turned away from her and stared at the large artificial glass womb. She appeared to be around her late forties, maybe even 50 years old, but no one knew her true age thanks to the secrecy the Corporate leader cloaked herself in. Despite trying to hide all aspects of her personal life, the woman exuded an aura of vanity and flash due to her odd choice of fashion. Her hair definitely looked like it was from a long past decade that celebrated big hair with its volume rich lift in the front and high on the sides appearance. The only thing that kept her hair from looking like a caricature of Peggy Bundy was the fact that she kept it combed back while two loose strands which formed faux horns by her temples. Her eyes were hidden away by gaudy, magenta framed sunglasses with green tint that rested on her high cheekbones. Equally tacky gold earrings hung from her ears while a necklace made of Lapis Lazuli hung around her turtleneck covered neck. Her suit was a rather bold shade of purple that stood out from the white gloves she wore. If Rebecca had to guess, her boss was either a germaphobe or trying to hide the wrinkles that were beginning to form on her hands with those gloves. The latter seemed more likely since the woman obviously had a face lift in the past. "Is there any possible way to slow down their metabolism? I don't want to have to feed them often." The Mistress of Misery spoke up, breaking Rebecca away from her internal musings. "You don't plan on breastfeeding them?" The older woman turned away from the large glass orb to face Rebecca. "Don't make me laugh, I'll be having my assistant do that nonsense." "Then, for the sake of Malene, I suppose we should remove their teeth?" "I suppose we could." The CEO mused. "You don't want them biting you during photo ops, right?…" "I'd rip their legs off if they did!" The older woman declared loudly before lowering her voice. "Speaking of which, can we remove their ability to walk? Last thing I need is the little shits running away and giving the news something to slander me with." "But of course, Madam President. I'll remove their teeth and surgically limit their walking." "Very good." The older woman replied with a thin lipped smile. "Anything else?" "No, that should be fine. How long will it take?" "I can have the autonomous surgeon do everything in vitro." Rebecca stated as she made her way over to a control panel. "In what?" "Basically, what i'm saying means 'in the womb' treatment." "I knew that! I was just asking so that the Littles could understand what you're about to do to them!" The CEO and President of Schwarzer Stein said as she crossed her arms. "Actually, the glass is soundproof and, while we can see into the womb, the liquid surrounding them is filled with billions of microscopic particles that inhibit a Littles' eyes, preventing them from seeing past the artificial amniotic fluid." Rebecca explained as she started typing commands into her workstation. "Well, that's no fun." The Mistress of Misery replied with a slight frown. "I wanted them to know exactly what's going to happen to them!" "Madam President, I assure you that they're going to be completely aware of everything I tell the autonomous doctors to do to them." "I suppose that's fine. Kind of takes all the fun out of it though." The older woman stated as she watched the robotic arms come to life within the oversized glass dome. "You'll have plenty of time to tease them and tell them everything you plan to do to them once I prepare them for you." Rebecca promised as she swung a small joystick around on her control panel. A series of screens just above her keyboard showed her exactly what she was doing in real time. Each movement of her tiny knob directed two separate mechanical arms, in both artificial wombs, to the exact spot she needed them to go. Unlike most other surgical procedures, more personal operations, that required an Amazon doctor to perform the surgery, Rebecca was going to pioneer this remote surgery right here, right now, for the first time in Amazonian history! Jack could feel the sludge parting in front of his face as some foreign object was gradually moving forward towards his face. He couldn't see what it was, but instinct told him to move away from it and he did moveuntil he found himself with his back pressed up against the smooth glass wall of his murky prison. "ARRGHHH!" Jack cried out in shock, letting more murky water into his lungs, as the unseen device invaded his mouth! His jaw was forced open as a rounded piece of machinery pushed up on the roof of his mouth while simultaneously, a hard surface pinned his tongue down. In the back of his mind, Jack had an odd mental image of some kind of snake forcing its way into his mouth to give him a strange tongue kiss. This bizarre image was shattered when he felt an intense pressure on one of his molars; the damn thing in his mouth was trying to pull his tooth out! Jack tried to turn away, but that simply helped the foreign entity in his mouth pull his tooth out! At least the building pressure had stopped, but his relief was short lived as the small metal fingers inside the mouth of the machine moved down to the next tooth and began tugging on that one. Once more, the feeling of pressure and pain returned as the device in his mouth proceeded to rip out another tooth. As the unwanted dental procedure continued, Jack could feel something odd wrap itself around his chest. He couldn't exactly make out what it was, due to the murky fluid and the increasingly agonizing pain in his mouth, but it felt like someone, or something, was strapping a bra to his chest. "What's that thing supposed to do?" The older woman asked, curious about the shiny black bra like device that was being affixed to the boy's chest. "That device is used for creating breasts in subjects with no breasts. It is revolutionary in that it'll create breast tissue by locally inflaming the tissue by repeated bombardment of the cells, causing rapid cellular growth." "But won't that cause cancer?" The business mogul raised an eyebrow. "No. As I said, it's revolutionary in that it'll create new, natural growth while not affecting the long term health of the subject." Rebecca explained, never looking up from the control panel. "But how is that possible?" "We as a species, have cured most forms of cancer, yes?" Rebecca asked. Yes, but we never released that information to the publ-" Suddenly, the Mistress of Misery stopped mid sentence and smiled. "I see what you did. Very clever." "Thank you, Madam President." Rebecca beamed internally. "So, how do you get rid of that little problem between his legs?" "It's actually a bit too complicated to explain. I mean, I could totally explain it to you, but your babies will be ready for you before I can finish explaining the procedure." "Fair enough. I do pay you for results, not to talk my ear off with technological babble." And just like that, Rebecca felt that sharp sting of her bosses' bluntness that made her a terror of the office. Speaking of a sharp stinging sensation, Jack was feeling it all across his chest as the bra started to work on his toned biceps. "AAGHHhh!" "Now, here's the fun part." The lead scientist declared with a grin as she pressed a button. From the bottom of the sphere a sperm like metal tendril swam its way up between Jack's legs and locked itself tightly around his manhood. The odd head of the tendril had practically swallowed his member and balls from view causing the man to kick and squirm while unseen from the giant's eyes, his cock was being manipulated and modified to form the perfect set of female genitalia to match his wife's vagina. "Well, would you look at that." The older woman stated in sheer amazement as her future daughter's chest swelled up. "AAAHHG!" Despite swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the strange fluid, Jack had to scream from the sheer agony coming from his chest. The mysterious pain he felt afflicting his body was simply too much to bare. He could feel every pain filled prick to his penis as the thing between his legs worked on his manhood. Then the pain circulating throughout his chest, as the overheated particles danced across his muscles, would dominate his nervous system. It was unlike any other pain he had ever felt. It was almost like these creatures were trying to cook him alive! The various torture filled procedures he was undergoing served to mask each other's pain, if only briefly. The nerves in his chest would scream out from being overheated and burned only to be overridden by the pain emanating from his gums after another tooth had been ripped from his mouth. Then the nerve endings in his cock would flare up, twitching and contorting as if it were shrinking into his body. This seemingly endless cycle of pain went out until his last tooth had been pulled, leaving the agony of his throbbing mouth to be superseded by the feeling of his balls being drained away as if they were water balloons. He could feel them, the innards of his two testicles being pumped into the hose that hung between his legs. This realization that his manhood was literally being sucked away; vanishing... or maybe it was the pain caused by the large incision made across his taint, caused him to blackout. To Be Continued... This is a commission I wrote for my favorite married couple on my Patreon. Hopefully, you guys enjoy this as it's a very dark tale. I'll be updating it fairly often, but if you can't wait for the next update then why not pledge to my Patreon so you can read the entire story? It's only $5 dollars to read what took a year to write. It's Christmas time. Why not spoil yourself with a membership to my Patreon? You're worth $5 dollars, aren't you? https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

Chapter Twenty-Two I stood awkwardly outside the theater doors, turning my phone over in my hands. Eliot and I were in the middle of a movie when my phone rang. I had to take it. I should go back in. I should watch the rest of the movie. But my chest felt tight, and I knew I couldn't hide it from Eliot anymore. He could read my anxiety like newsprint. If he saw me... I shook my head and sent Marnie a text, just in case. I really didn't need this right now... Where was she? Getting up and leaving during a movie cause her phone rang, that much I got - but usually she would have either: A) told them to call back later, B ) came back in and told me we had to go. Neither had occurred, and that left me worried. Maybe I'd go out after her... Eliot found me outside the theater with my arms wrapped around myself. I had been trying to keep my thoughts under control, like I'd been working on with Marnie. But she hadn't texted me back. Eliot came up to me, but I shook my head. "I'm fine. Really, I'm good." At least I sounded sure of myself. "I just can't sit in there right now." "I absolutely don't think you are okay, Ky, but I'll believe you if you say so." Because I didn't push. I never pushed. I was more of a bystander to emotional turmoil. And I took a deep breath and held it for just long enough for stars to be on the edges of my vision, before letting it out. "Can I help?" That was a big gesture for me. "No, I... I just... want to walk. Or talk about something." My breathing was a little labored. Exhausted, like I'd been running, but I'd just been standing here. Ugh! Why was I so fucking broken?! "I just can't sit in some dark, quiet room right now." “Let’s walk, then? Or a run. Or we can skip?" The options I was giving didn't seem to be offering much in the way of help, and about the time I offered the third choice I began to have a clue why. "Let's walk down the street, there's a cute little cafe on the corner with al fresco seating, we can sit in an open space, and talk." Choices seemed to overwhelm her, so a solution was my idea to help. "'kay..." He led the way and I followed. My head was swirling with memories. My feet felt like concrete blocks trudging through the bottom of the ocean. But I was holding it together, for the most part. Marnie would be proud... We talked about... something. Soda water? I was struggling to focus. But then we arrived at the cafe. I wasn't sure I could eat anything... I ordered us water - not sparkling water, because I'd made my distaste for that well known during the walk - and had the waitress sit us down in the tables out front. The street wasn't all that busy, but there were enough passersby to keep it from feeling solitary, and not too many that we'd feel lacking in privacy. A good balance. The more that I looked at Kylie, the more I realized this was probably a Marnie situation, but obviously Marnie wasn't available. "I saw some cute pajamas when I was at the boutique, the other day; gingham ones? They had a few colors, and I thought about telling Marnie and she could get them for you?" I almost said us, but didn't. "She buys me too much stuff," I muttered, looking at my phone. Why now? I mean, I knew why now. It made perfect sense why now. But... ugh. I didn't want to... but I had to, right? Fuck, fuck, fuck... "Maybe I could buy it for you?" I offered, hopefully that it would be helpfully. I didn't know if I was supposed to be asking more, or whatever else. Emotional confrontation wasn't in my wheelhouse. "Wanna talk about what's going on, Ky?" I sighed and turned my phone over in my hands. I didn't really want to talk about it, but it was that or argue with him about why he can't buy me things. Ugh... "It's my mom's birthday next week," I mumbled. "My aunt wants me to come out for a party." Eliot and I had known each other since middle school. He knew my mom well enough. He also knew she wasn't exactly the best parent, and I hadn't spoken to her for the better part of my adulthood. "Yikes." I was in over my head, wasn't I? When it came to this sorta thing, even getting involved in a positive way threatened to color me an enemy and I wasn't too keen on that. "I could go with you? Be your +1? You could even tell them we're dating if it'll placate them some?" "Ha..." I faked a laugh and put my phone down on the table. "I wouldn't subject you to even one unnecessary minute with Leanne Maison." I put my cheek on my hand and looked down at the table. What was I supposed to do? It was her 50th birthday. I didn't care if my mom hated me, but I didn't want my whole family to hate me too. My aunt, my uncle, my cousins... I hadn't seen them in a long time. "I really don't mind, Kylie, and if you take me along with you, then we can spend the rest of our lives making sassy comments about the stuff your Mom did at the party that you can't stand." Maybe I was putting myself too forward here. Hmm. "And it's not as if I haven't met your Mom, you know? I'd love to help." I nodded my head, then I shook it. If I should bring anyone with me, it's Marnie. I could never keep my composure well around my mom; always somewhere between fury and fear. She wasn't a scary woman - she just made me feel... incapable. "No, it's... it's fine. I should go." Ugh... I hated this. "Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky and she'll die before her 60th birthday and I won't ever have to see her again?" Ordinarily, I'd lecture here there, but I’d met her mom. She wasn’t exaggerating. I nodded my head and forced a little smile. "It's an open offer, alright? One Coupon for a Family Date with Eliot. Expires whenever, or never, I don't know." "I'll keep that in mind," I muttered. I got a text back from Marnie and then sent a reply. My head was wound up, but Eliot was keeping me distracted. "Hopefully I can stay at Marnie's tonight..." "Oh that's great!" Easy, tiger. Don't assume things, she didn't even mention you. But it couldn't hurt to ask, right? "Do you... want me to come, too?" I gave him a weary smile and shook my head. "No, I... I do, but... I think I need some Marnie-esque attention. You know?" My voice sounded hollow, like I was half-asleep. Lacking emotion. It reminded me of two weeks ago, when Marnie and I weren't talking. "Right, right, cool cool cool." I nodded distractedly, and smiled anyway. My conflict here was that I wanted to come, because I wanted to help, but she was also fragile right now and out of sorts. So my hands were bound, really. I couldn't order any food, which meant Eliot had to. You can't just sit at a cafe and not order anything, after all. He sipped tea and ate a very small amount of a muffin. I did my best not to throw up or start crying. All in all, I think we were both very successful. On our way out of the cafe, I took Eliot's hand and stopped him in place. It wasn't something I would usually do, but I just wanted to tell him... "Thanks for... uhhhhhh... you know." Hopefully he knew, because I wasn't sure I did. "What are little sisters for, right?" I hoped it would make her smile, or at least feel the seeds of a smile. That would make it worth it. ---------------------- Thank you for reading! Like, Comment, and check us out on Patreon!

Sam is a small college student who enjoys the quiet life. Her roommate, Janet, has been determined to get Sam to let her hair down and come out to a party. Eventually Sam gives in whilst still being very nervous and second-guessing her choice. Whatever she was expecting as she left the house, it certainly isn't what she finds. --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to THIRTY stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Sam’s Punishment By Elfy Sam adjusted her backpack straps as she approached her dormitory after a long day of college. She had just got off the bus and had been having to endure the usual looks and comments that she faced nearly every day. She had already been exhausted by a long week on her Business Management course and she just wanted to get home. At just a little over three feet in height the twenty one-year-old Sam didn’t much look like her classmates. Spending a life commonly mistaken for someone much younger than she was had often been tiring for the young woman but college seemed to be a lot better for her than school had been. At school Sam had been teased and bullied and even when she wasn’t being made fun of she found it practically impossible to make friends with the judgmental teenagers. College was much better and the people were much nicer, Sam had even made some good friends especially amongst the others staying in her dormitory. Opening the door to the dormitory Sam smiled as she heard music coming from one of the bedrooms and the smell of someone’s dinner wafting out from the kitchen. She walked down the hallway to her bedroom and opened the door, everything in her room and in the communal areas of the dorm had been adjusted so a smaller person could use them. Sam loved having the independence of being able to do things such as cooking for herself without needing help reaching things. “Is that you, Sam?” Janet’s voice called from the kitchen as Sam dropped her backpack on her bed. Janet was a nice girl and the first friend Sam had made. She sometimes teased Sam about her height but it was just friendly banter and Sam had soon learnt to give as good as she got. She was tall, even for regular sized people, and was roughly twice the height of Sam. She was a bit rowdier than Sam and her bubble-gum pink hair and nose piercing screamed for attention. When the two of them walked down the road together they definitely got some strange looks. “Yeah, I just got in.” Sam called out as she took her shoes off. Sam was about to make her way out of her room when Janet appeared in her doorway with a smile. “How were your classes?” Janet asked as she leaned against the doorway. “Same as ever.” Sam replied, “Dull and boring. I’m just glad it’s Friday.” “I hear that.” Janet said with a chuckle. She lingered in the doorway as a silence fell between the two friends. “Can I help you with something?” Sam asked after a little bit. “Maybe…” Janet kicked her foot on the carpet, “I was wondering if you wanted to go out this evening?” This was a strange offer from Janet because she knew Sam was much more of a homely person. Janet liked to go out clubbing and going to parties whilst Sam stayed at home much more. It had seemed like Janet had made it her goal to get Sam to open up and go out more though, for months Sam was getting these offers and having to find excuses to refuse. Last week Sam had finally said she would consider it for this weekend. “I don’t know…” Sam said hesitantly, “There’s stuff on TV and I have coursework to do.” “You promised!” Janet said with a playful smile. “I did not!” Sam countered, “I said I’d think about it.” “And?” Janet asked. “I’m just not sure I’d enjoy myself at one of your parties.” Sam said honestly, “You know I’m not exactly a party animal.” Janet seemed to pause and consider things. She looked like she was just about to walk away when an idea struck her, she turned to face Sam again who kind of wished Janet would go. Sam liked Janet but she could be quite pushy about this stuff. “What about if I ease you into it?” Janet asked with her eyes lighting up. “In what way?” Sam asked curiously. “You don’t have to come out to the party tonight but I do have to see some friends beforehand. Maybe you could come with me? We would literally only be there ten minutes at the max.” Janet offered, “Meet some of my friends and then I’ll ask nothing else from you… This weekend at least.” Sam thought about it for a few seconds and looked out of the window. Maybe this would be a good compromise, she would get to have the quiet night at home that she wanted and it would get Janet off her back. She weighed up her options and then cautiously nodded her head. “Great!” Janet bounced on the spot, “Get ready. We go in five minutes.” “Five minutes!?” Sam exclaimed. She had expected to be home for at least an hour or so. “No time like the present.” Janet called over her shoulder as she turned away. Sam sighed as Janet bounced away. Sam walked up and closed her bedroom door before walking back into the middle of the room, she could already feel the nerves jangling in her tummy. Sam quickly got herself changed and although her shower was calling out to her she walked out into the hallway. As she walked towards Janet’s room she was nearly knocked over by the much taller girl rushing the other way. “Oh, sorry Sam!” Janet quickly said. “Don’t worry about it.” Sam replied rather bitterly, “It happens all the time.” “Are you ready?” Janet asked as she either missed or ignored Sam’s tone of voice. “I guess so.” Sam replied hesitantly. Janet hurriedly put her shoes on whilst Sam was much more hesitant. One of the biggest disadvantages of Sam’s stature was that she found it really hard to buy clothes. Whenever she went to the shops the only clothes that would fit her were in the children’s aisle and that was very galling for a grown woman. Even her shoes right now were Velcro rather than laces, it made her feel very self-conscious but at least the heels didn’t light up like her previous pair. The two women were soon in the car. Janet waited until they were in the college’s parking lot before asking the smaller woman to drive. Sam had protested but the more forceful personality of Janet meant that, as usual, she got her way. Sam’s car was one of the few adult conveniences she could use, it was specially adapted for someone with limited stature such as herself. “So… There’s something I haven’t told you.” Janet said once they were ten minutes from their dormitory and about halfway through the journey. “Here it comes…” Sam replied cynically. She had been worried that there would be a catch in this journey. “It’s nothing major.” Janet quickly said although the way she wouldn’t look at Sam made the tiny woman worry, “It’s just… This friend I’m seeing is… Tom.” “Janet!” Sam nearly slammed on the brakes there and then, “Now the truth comes out! You don’t want me to meet your friends, you just want me to drive you to get your drugs!” “Calm down!” Janet said loudly, “He is my friend, I wasn’t lying. It’ll be good to get you out of your comfort zone a little bit, bring you out of your shell. Besides, it’s just a little weed, nothing major.” “I’m turning around.” Sam said with a shake of her head. “Come on, Sam.” Janet whined, “Look, come with me for this and I promise I’ll never push for you to come out with me again.” Sam pulled up at a red light and wrapped her fingers against the steering wheel as she considered the options. She knew there was a risk involved but it had to be a minor one since Janet did this sort of thing all the time without any trouble. With a sigh Sam nodded her head and continued towards where Tom was staying. When the car finally pulled up Sam looked out the window sceptically. She had expected many things but not the large detached family home with a “Vacant” sign out front. It looked like a regular family home, a place like the one Sam hoped to one day own. “Are you sure this is the place?” Sam asked. “Yeah.” Janet said as she checked her phone for the address Tom had sent her, “Come on.” Sam watched Janet step out of the car and reluctantly followed a few seconds later. As she walked alongside her friend up the path she started hearing music, it wasn’t loud enough to make neighbours complain but it was certainly audible down the path. Sam could feel herself getting increasingly nervous, she knew Tom as a laidback kind of guy and, apart from the drugs, Sam really didn’t have a problem with him. She had never visited him before though and she was starting to worry about what she would find inside the house. Janet rang the doorbell and after a couple of seconds the music dies down a little. Sam couldn’t see through the frosted window higher up the door but she could hear footsteps coming closer. She looked up at Janet and saw a look of confusion on her face which did little to make Sam feel more confident. The door opened quite rapidly and the man that stood in front of the two women almost made Sam gasp. The man’s face seemed pierced in every available place, he was shirtless but his chest and arms were covered in tattoos. He was smoking and his eyes were only half-opened, he swayed slightly as he tried to focus his eyes on the guests. “Hello?” Janet eventually said when the guy remained silent. “Hey.” The guy said in a gruff voice. “Erm… Is Tom here?” Janet asked. “Tom? Oh, yeah… He’s in the living room. Come on in.” The guy stumbled backwards to make room. Sam looked at Janet with concern but when Janet started walking in she felt she had no choice but to follow. She stepped over the threshold and was surprised that the interior of the house seemed completely normal. The hallways were all painted white and very clean, the juxtaposition with the man who opened the door couldn’t have been more pronounced. “Woah… No kids.” The man said as he blocked Sam. “She’s not a kid.” Janet replied as she looked around at the closed doors, “It’s a long story. Genetic defect stuff. She’s the same age as me.” “If you say so.” The guy said with obvious doubt, “Everyone is through that door.” Janet pushed open the door and stood in the doorway with Sam next to her. They both froze like statues as they looked into the living room, it was as if a bomb had exploded. The room was a wreck with holes in the walls, the lights in the ceiling hanging down or missing, a table was snapped in half, it looked exactly like what it was which was a squat. Tom was sitting on a couch cushion that had been tossed on the floor but he was far from alone. Sam could see eight people in various states of lucidity lying around and she was horrified to see how much alcohol and drug paraphernalia was scattered across the floor and surfaces. Sam and Janet had been expecting a laid out situation with Tom but what they got was a visage of Hell filled with hard drugs. “Yo, Janet.” Tom slurred when he eventually noticed the visitors, “Who’s the dwarf?” “Tom! What the fuck!?” Janet snapped as she stepped into the room, “Who are these people?” “Friends.” Tom said with a shrug. “Tom, there are needles here and… My God, you do this stuff?” Janet looked as shocked as Sam was. Sam suddenly felt even less safe than before and regretted ever leaving her bedroom. She wanted to call Janet back to leave but she couldn’t get her attention. Sam looked over her shoulder and saw a man and a woman stumbling down the stairs whilst only half-dressed. There were more people in the kitchen where the music seemed to be coming from. “Geez, calm down, it’s just a bit of fun.” Tom said as he sat up. Sam noticed he still has a belt tied around his upper arm. “I had no id-” Janet suddenly stopped when something outside the window caught her attention. Sam saw it too, the briefest flash of a blue light. Someone moved the net curtain slightly and Sam saw police cars pulling up outside. “Were you followed here?” Tom suddenly asked as his face drained of colour. “Oh shit…” Janet whispered, “The cops!”

Its so much fun when you can poop and pee your diaper and walk around parading in it. Me and my wife love the feeling of freedom in the house. So I can imagine you home alone just in a state of arousal parading in your diaper. Take pictures or videos and keep memories for yourself. I know I did and I love it! Have fun sweetie and as long as youre having fun sit on it and squish it around and have a blast.

I do have a problem with the moderators on ADISC banning me from mature topics on my conservative political beliefs. The moderator says I am lying and insists I provide the proofs. Of course I did show articles but says its all lies and a biased media. So annoying...

I am sorry I ever joined Adisc !! I was there two years longer than I was here and those were two WASTED years my words, my post. I was recently censored by them for the same article I posted here which has been going strong. I never believed in censorship ! As a child I was never ever subject to it and I refuse to go through it as an adult. Masturbation is a human function, not something to be shunned or ridiculed.. I asked Adisc the following day to delete my account to which I recieved no answer. Adisc can blow it out their bunghole for all I care !!!

"What's the line" is a moving target, especially when it comes to erotic stories where the author (and presumably the readers) have kinks involving nonconsent. (I'm going to be discussing sexual assault and rape, so don't keep reading if that bothers you.) While it's not something I'm remotely interested in, some people just straight-up have fantasies about being violently assaulted, raped, or otherwise abused. Within the AB/DL sphere, fantasies about having your mind completely drained of all conscious thought are common, along with other topics that would be utterly horrific and traumatizing to be engaged in. That said, I think there's still a difference between these topics in the hands of a skilled, considerate author and someone who hasn't really thought through what they're writing. To use an example not from kink, consider how many movies from the 80s (and more recently, for that matter,) where male characters sexually harass or assault women, and the movie frames it as anything from harmless to even romantic. The topic of sexual harassment isn't taboo in film, and the issue isn't that those topics were simply brought up, but the framing suggests that it's harmless and *that* is a problem.

Netflix and Crinkle

Well, here i am hot foot from my early evening viewing of the aforementioned movie It wasn't as bad as I expected. It is a B movie horror/comedy/satire flick that happens to use adult babies as a plot point. Its about consumption and greed, they didn't delve too deeply into the AB side of it really, at one point it looked like it may do and i got ready to cringe but then the real story started. By no means is it a good film, it's all over the place but it has its moments, I chuckled a few times and roared with laughter once (at an intentionally funny bit). There is plenty of gore and practical effects (I do like old school practical) and the odd bit of cgi. On the whole the 90 minutes passed pretty quickly, but it is indeed utter cheese Edit: Oh, should mention that it is very British cheese

Part 15 With that thought in my head I followed Mrs Patel to Mrs Dewhurst office, which had obviously been established as the place any changing would take place. I’d apparently missed something over the past couple of hours because my boss didn’t even bat an eyelid as I was ushered in. “Paula my dear,” Her Hindi/Yorkshire accent certainly making everything more exotic than I suppose it really was, “I’m afraid our Anthony needs his auntie to clean him up and slip into something a bit drier.” The word ‘auntie’ sort of stuck in my head. When I was at school I’d heard a couple of my Asian mates refer to all female friends of their mothers as ‘aunties’, which I’d found funny but also rather nice and polite. “Yes, sure Sunita... do you need any help?” Mrs Dewhurst was rising from her desk and already getting out the various supplies needed. I hadn’t realised I’d been holding Mrs Patel’s reassuring hand as she guided me to the office and was still holding it as she organised things with our boss. She looked and smiled at me in a calming way and insisted I needn’t worry as she’d soon have me ‘smelling sweet... all nice and comfy.’ “Do you want to take down your shorts Anthony?” It was a friendly request but Mrs Patel’s accent made it seem impolite to refuse so I did as asked. “There’s a good boy. Now Paula, do you have his clean nappies available please and...?” Mrs Dewhurst already had some of the items needed in her hand and produced the other stuff very quickly. “Thank you. Now Anthony,” she said so I didn’t feel I wasn’t involved, “I’m going to unpin your nappy... and there is no reason for you to be embarrassed. My son Devansh wet the bed until he was ten... so I’ve had plenty of practice.” “Oh really,” Mrs Dewhurst joined in, “my Julie also wets like Anthony when a thunder storm frightens her...” “Oh, so we understand the problem of possible embarrassment for an older child?” I was naked and she was cleaning my crotch with very cool wet-wipes and chatting away like it was the most natural of situations. It amazed me how quickly this had become ‘normal’ behaviour. “Devansh’s problem - he was being bullied at school and too scared to tell us. He’d rather wet the bed than admit he was scared by the bigger boys who picked on him. Even now he still sleeps in protection but more as insurance than a definite need.” “Oh dear that’s awful, poor boy.” Mrs Dewhurst sympathised. Mrs Patel said all this whilst rubbing in some anti-rash cream and powdering the area prior to my fresh padding. “You’re not being bullied are you Anthony?” She looked straight into my eyes and as I hadn’t dared say a word so far merely shook my head ‘No’. “Good, we don’t want anything like that here do we Paula?” “Certainly not.” Mrs Patel got serious. “You’re getting a little red and sore here,” she said prodding my inner thigh near my balls, “might I suggest you leave the nappy off when at home if you can and let some air get to it. I had the same problem with my Devansh,” she said talking to Mrs Dewhurst, “He wore a dhoti around the house and the loose fit worked wonders...” “Make a note of that Anthony,” Mrs Dewhurst said pointedly, “wear something loose and cotton or linen around the house.” She passed the pre-folded nappy to Mrs Patel who asked me to lift then slipped it under my bum. She added a final huge dollop of anti-rash cream on the red area before taking the pins from Mrs Dewhurst. Pulling all the edges together and up between my legs, she smiled in encouragement, as she fastened me in tightly. Thankfully, throughout the procedure my little cock had stayed as it should do in such circumstances, quiet and mouse-like. “There, all clean and tidy. Stand up Anthony, let me check...” “Very nice Sunita.” My boss said admiring her work and slipped a pair of clear plastic pants into her hand to finish the job. “OK Anthony almost finished. Let’s get these over it all and you nicely tucked in.” She had me step into them and gradually wriggled them up my legs and over the thick padding. “There you go.” I still hadn’t said a word as I’d been dumbstruck throughout the proceedings. I knew it was happening but I didn’t believe it was me it was happening to. However, now she was finished, and both women beamed with pride, I was pulled from my hypnotic state and said in the quietest, childlike voice I’d ever heard myself utter, ‘Thank You’. “It’s our pleasure Anthony... you never have to sit in a wet nappy when we’re around. And, to avoid getting a rash, I’m sure your mum has told you to get a change as soon as possible.” I nodded. I’d been told this many times and, as I didn’t much like the feel of a wet nappy, was keen to be in a fresh one as quickly as I could. I watched as Mrs Dewhurst collected the wet items and slipped them into a plastic bag for me to take home later. Now it was all done I saw her open a draw and pull out the box of Roses chocolates. “I think we’ve all deserve a little treat.” And she offered them to both of us. “I think you’ve got me hooked on these Anthony since you bought me the last...” My plastic pants crinkled as I eagerly bent forward to inspect the contents. Letting Mrs Patel go first I delved in and found the orange crème and couldn’t get it in my mouth quick enough. This time, as I slid my shorts up and over the bulky item, I said to both ladies “Thank You” with more emphasis as the sweet confection burst so flavourfully on my tongue. Mmmm I just love that orangey tang. # It had all seemed so bizarre but what was even more surreal was that within twenty minutes I was in a meeting with Phil and Mrs Dewhurst discussing the proposals I’d come up with and everything was ‘normal’. I mean, I was wearing a thick nappy under my shorts but business was back to how it was and I wasn’t feeling out of it. In fact, if anything, I was being quite creative and many of my suggestions were written down by Phil who smiled and nodded as we discussed and improved on some of those ideas. He made notes and by the time he left the meeting I thought I’d contributed quite a lot to the way the company would function in future. Once Phil had gone Mrs Dewhurst said how impressed she’d been and wondered if that was down to wearing a dry nappy. Of course she was joking but it got me thinking. Then another thought filled my head; why did I taste that orange flavour all the time. Maybe it was connected to being changed; were they both something I enjoyed... was it a reward of some kind like the chocolate? Mrs Dewhurst had been all encouraging and at one point said I looked more comfortable, happy and relaxed. I suppose because now everyone knew, there was no need for secrecy and it made a difference. I did feel relieved about it all. When I got home mum said that she’d had a call from Mrs Dewhurst about the rash and wanted to check it wasn’t getting worse. So I was whisked to my bedroom and the dry nappy (yes I hadn’t wet on the bus home) was removed for mum to inspect the slightly raw area. “Mmmm, your boss is correct you are looking a bit inflamed. OK, for tonight just wear a pair of your baggiest cotton boxers around the house, let some fresh air get to it and I’ll try you tonight without plastic pants... just a loose nappy and hope for the best.” It didn’t appear I was getting a say in any of this but followed her instructions though not before I looked up the word ‘dhoti’ to see exactly what it was. Just a very loose and large nappy from what I could gather and imagined what it was like for Mrs Patel’s ten year-old son to have to wear that for a while. Still, if it worked, it worked. However, I didn’t want my ‘loose nappy’ to be like that. Mum rubbed in some different cream into the reddened area and told me to go put on some cotton boxer shorts. Of course I did as I was told and found an old baggy pair of dad’s that should have been thrown away years ago but, I tend to keep clothes until I have to get rid. They were in my bottom drawer where stuff I haven’t worn for ages (and had more or less forgotten about) is kept. I have no idea why I’d kept his boxers but mum grimaced as I pulled them up my thighs. “Where on earth have they come from?” I wasn’t sure if her raised eyebrows were accusing or merely surprised. They were a pair of paisley boxers which had ended up in a pile of old washing that came to me a while back but I’d never bothered returning them. I’d not worn them just put them in with my other shorts and forgot about them. Still they were baggy and I was sure the air could circulate if I was wearing them. It felt strange that I wasn’t wearing a nappy but mum told me to be aware of what I was doing and regular visits to the toilet were recommended – to be on the safe side. Just ‘dangling’ was a strange experience after having everything so tightly compact before. The loose fit and no nappy was very liberating and, as I walked around, the air did circulate and just hoped that would be enough to cure the rash. Although I’m eighteen I was pretty pleased I wasn’t the only older person who needed to wear a nappy. Both Mrs Patel’s son and Mrs Dewhurst daughter had problems requiring padding so, although slightly younger than me, proved it wasn’t that unusual. Of course, I’d been online to see if there were others who had this problem with storms and anxiety but it was just general information rather than specific people. There were also groups of people who just liked wearing them, which I found bewildering. Back in my bedroom my thoughts were broken when mum, who was casually adjusting items on the dresser top, mentioned... “I gather all your work mates now know you wear nappies...” “Oh, Mrs Dewhurst’s told you did she?” I said with an air of I have no privacy at all. “She said you were a bit dumbstruck by their reaction but, according to her, everyone seemed positive and encouraging.” “Yes, they all want a hand in the changing when I’m wet.” Mum laughed, I wasn’t sure if she knew or thought I was kidding. Anyway she left leaving a pile of freshly laundered nappies in a bag as replacement for work. # We’d all been happily surprised that the weather, for this part of Northern England especially, had been so pleasant. We can never guarantee a warm spell never mind the hot spell we were enjoying but it was the topic of conversation as we sat out in the evening air in the garden. Mum, our family weather forecaster supreme, said that there was a slow moving cooler front coming down from the north, which would clash with the warm front coming up from the south – the benefit of which we’d been enjoying for the past couple of weeks. She said this did not bode well for folk afraid of summer storms and predicted that we were in for some very ‘unsettled’ weather in the next few of days. I could feel my leg shaking at the news and a sudden urge for an Orange Crème, but quickly made my way to the toilet just in time to witness, a flow I actually controlled. I can’t tell you how proud I was of this small but significant victory. However I returned and asked mum if we had any chocolates left. I’d never seen her look so guilty as she confessed they’d all been eaten. Later, when we were all retiring for the night, mum came into my room and searched for an Abena. “I think if you wore one of these loosely taped on tonight it might be better than these.” She touched the pile of terry cotton nappies on my dresser top. “I’m sure the natural fabric would be better but, if you wet, they don’t help without plastic pants and we’re trying to avoid them. So, let’s see if this will be OK for tonight at least.” “OK.” I wasn’t going to argue because I knew from experience that, once fluffed out, the M4 felt incredible on. “Well, we can try them and see... if they aren’t suitable,” she said with a gleam in her eye, “it will be back to a nice chunky nappy and lashings of Sudocrem.” I didn’t mind either option, a nappy was a nappy to me though was interested in whether the tabs on the M4 would be easy to open and re-close. I pulled down my boxers and mum came with extra cream and checked again if the rash was getting worse. “Doesn’t look too bad now... does it itch or feel uncomfortable?” She said as she inspected the area. “No, if it hadn’t been noticed I don’t think I’d have known... still...” “Well, it’s always best not to let these things get the upper hand... so...” as I was standing naked in front of her she smeared a load of sticky gloop across my inner thighs, then spread it further to cover my cock and balls and finished with a large splurge of the stuff over my bum cheeks. “Muummm!” “Look love, let’s get ahead of this.” She shook out and made sure the M4 was as fluffy and soft as it could be before making me lie out on it. She pulled the tapes gently together and asked how it felt. I had to admit it felt really nice and comfy and, after my initial displeasure at mum’s wide-ranging rubbing in of lotion, smiled appreciatively at the final result. “OK sweetheart, let’s hope that will be sufficient for tonight... ni-night.” She kissed my head and exited leaving me to luxuriate in the soft padding. # The night was still relatively warm, the cold front mum promised a good twenty-four or so hours away, so lay under a flimsy sheet and wriggled around contentedly. The looseness of the M4 was most pleasant and I got quite excited as it slipped around my vital but timid parts. The suppleness and soft crinkle as I manoeuvred around getting comfy (and giving myself the most wonderful sensation) was something I didn’t usually get with my terry nappies. I wasn’t sure I’d get to sleep because I was enjoying it so much and ran my hand continually over the spongy sensuous fabric. I slept badly. Well, actually, I didn’t sleep at all because of two things. I was dreading wetting the bed so every few minutes made my way to the bathroom – just in case. Then on my return, I got back into being delighted in the way the disposable wrapped so silkily around my bits and bobs and kept me in a state of excitement throughout. There was something else I quite liked and that was the way the blue light from my clock made the bright white of the Abena stand out. Its fuzzy blueness was quite enthralling, especially when I caught sight of it in the mirror. At times, I could only make out the bright outline so looked like it had a detached life of its own. In due course I looked at the clock - 6.45 – I’d be getting up in 45 minutes but I checked and I was still dry. However, sleep overtook me and when the alarm went off at 7.30 my disposable was absolutely solid, I’d completely soaked it. I didn’t even feel myself do it and what was worse, it had leaked a bit. I sat on the edge of my bed sighing, I thought I’d done so well but alas, I was still leaking without knowing. Jenny knocked on my door. “Bathroom’s free” and I heard her bedroom door close. I know dad will have already done whatever he needed to do and mum usually waits until the rest of us have finished. I waddled toward the bathroom holding the soaked disposable up as it was heavy and in danger of falling down and tripping me up. Coming out of her bedroom mum caught sight of me. “Oh Anthony... did it not work?” “Nearly, but I’m afraid I leaked so the bottom sheet...” I pointed towards my unmade bed, “will need a wash... sorry.” “Not to worry love but has the rash improved?” “I think so, I mean, there’s no itching or anything.” “OK, well you take a shower and I’ll check when you’ve finished.” I ambled into the bathroom and slipped the lock. I looked at my sorry figure in the full-length mirror and sighed again. I looked like a small child who hadn’t quite got a handle on how he should wear a nappy. I sighed again, what a picture. # When I’d finished in the shower mum was already waiting and had stripped the bed. “Not too much damage sweetheart but in future I don’t think we’ll do without these.” She held up a pair of shiny vinyl pants. I knew I couldn’t have done too much damage because my mattress has had a waterproof cover for quite a number of years. However, I had to agree with mum that it was a mistake to try sleeping without the added help of protective pants. Mum checked the inflamed area and said that the cream she’d used was doing its job but suggested that today we add a couple of extra soft absorbent pads to my terry cloth as a safeguard. She also said that there were a couple more soaker pads in my backpack with the replacement nappies as a further precaution if needed. With the extra pads, once the extra thick fabric nappy was pinned in place, there was considerable bulk that I now had to find a way to disguise. I wore a pair of old opaque white plastic pants over it all but wondered what to wear over all that. So far shorts had been the best solution but for a change I tried all my long trousers first. In fact, the only item that hid it with any degree of comfort was the old green canvas lounge pants I’d worn before. Although I knew Mrs Dewhurst wouldn’t object, I still thought of them as not good enough for work. I rattled through my wardrobe searching for possibilities but then remembered something I’d seen earlier. Whilst looking for the paisley boxers I noticed a grey pair of shorts I’d had since my last days at junior school. What I remembered about them was that when they were bought they had been too large and loose, mum I suspect expecting a sudden growth spurt that never really spurted. As a result, they were too large for me to wear comfortably and looked silly and floppy when I tried. They quickly got packed away eight years ago and, until this moment, forgotten about. Surprisingly, even though they were that old the sturdy quality of the fabric held my protection in tightly and concealed it well. So, even though they were schoolboy shorts, they were still relatively new and unworn and more importantly I was made up that there was something that could hide that extra wadding so well. I was in two minds but practicalities, and time, made me decide they would be my choice. I found a dark blue polo shirt with a nice gold emblem on the breast pocket and thought I looked smart and respectable for the office. As the weather was still nice I put on a pair of dark blue knee-length socks and matching sneakers. Once I slid on my dark blue hoodie I felt I was dressed acceptably for work and no one outside would know I was wearing any protection... well that’s what I told myself. I didn’t bother with breakfast as I’d taken so long to make my decision and as mum was in the kitchen I shouted my ‘good-bye’, rather than my usual farewell kiss. With my bag over my shoulder I sauntered down to the bus stop confident and relaxed in the early morning sun. As I stood waiting for the Number 134 I realised I’d forgotten my pass so would have to pay the fare. I was shocked when I asked for a ticket to town I was given half-fare, it was only then I noticed the bus was full of school kids, a few lads dressed not too dissimilar to me. At first I chuckled to myself that I’d got away with paying such a low fare but as I drew nearer my stop I felt that the other kids were whispering and looking at me. There was a group of girls that reminded me of Trinny and her mates. I got hot and flustered that at any moment something would be said and that school-yard bullying would start all over again. I was glad to get off before they did. # Thankfully, after that experience, the office had never seemed so welcoming. I suppose now everyone knew about my ‘problem’ I wasn’t that worried about hiding it despite my attempts at doing so. However, the greeting each member of staff gave was unexpectedly reassuring and the smiles on their faces appeared genuine. Tommy Thompson was the first to comment that it was nice to be back at the first day of school. This was followed by Greta and Sophia who also commented on my look. They could so easily have been obnoxious about the way I was dressed, because the longer I was in the office the more it became obvious that everyone had noticed I’d inadvertently dressed like a schoolboy. As it was, everyone I assumed thought I was doing it as a joke now the office knew about the nappies and I was taking the piss out of my own ‘juvenile’ situation. Mrs Dewhurst joined in and asked me to bring my ‘homework’ to her office (giggles all around) but she said how smart I looked but really only wanted to know if I needed a change yet. Asides like that happened throughout the morning but I didn’t get one comment that I didn’t think had some kind of friendly reassurance behind it. They appeared to want to be in on the joke, or at least be as supportive as they could. I have to say that I found this attitude in an office such as this, of young and old together, so refreshing after my incident with Trinny. As I sat at my desk and worked away like the rest of them I couldn’t help but wonder why I’d decided on this outfit. I must have known I looked like I was going to school because I’d sought out the grey shorts I used to wear. However, I can honestly say, it never occurred to me until the bus ride as to what I looked like. Even in my bedroom at home, when I looked in the mirror, all I really noticed was just how good the old shorts were at hiding the padding, and for that I was grateful. Meanwhile, it wasn’t only Mrs Dewhurst who complimented me on my ‘uniform’ several of the team said how much they thought it suited me. I don’t know why but I was quite enjoying the office banter even if it did cast me in the part of a work experience schoolboy. One thing was for certain – being a pretend schoolboy in the office was far less stressful than being a real schoolboy at my old place of education. # # # ...to be continued

I keep making long as heck chapters so it's taking longer than I expected to release them, thanks to everyone for your patience on this. Hopefully some of the grammar issues are resolved. Only skimmed through some parts. I expected to originally planned to release this by thanksgiving but life finds a way to keep you distracted! Enjoy! Chapter 15 “It feels like a eternity but it's actually only been around three years since I was adopted by my mommy, Jade. Before I started living like this, I too, also worked at Diamond Tours as a special consultant. I was to interview several amazonians along with their littles. As you know, this job was created to appease both governments. It was also required so Diamond Tours could continue with their tourist attraction program. At first, I was in awe at how strange and different this dimension was compared to the the one we both lived in. While I was given legal protection from being adopted, I unfortunately didn't have the luxury of having any pills to keep me from being mentally regressed like you have. Despite the setbacks, I was determined to see my job through. Thankfully I managed to gain some useful connections while I was working there. I manged to live a independent and stable life for myself despite being looked down upon by the amazonians and their unique culture. It maybe hard to believe but I actually enjoyed working there. It was refreshing to work in a world that vastly differed from our own... Perhaps I took it for granted, that's most likely why I'm stuck here now, living the rest of my days as a baby to a amazonian.” Rebecca stared up at the ceiling as she reflected on her time as a employee of the same company that Sean is currently working at. “But why did you stay? I'm sure that you aware about the risks. Did the company threaten you in any fashion if you tried to quit and leave?” Sean was heavily invested in Rebecca's story since it wasn't all that different from his. He continued to suck down on his baby bottle after he got a word in. “I actually never spoke up about quitting. Even when I was forced to wear pull-ups at certain points due to being accidentally regressed a few times, I still pushed forward with my job. I wanted to prove to the amazonians that a portal little such as myself can be a valued asset. I eventually gained the respect of my co-workers after receiving many positive feedback surveys from the amazonians that I interviewed. Their were still a small group of amazonians that insisted that I quit so I could be adopted by a proper amazonian mommy. But due to my excellent work ethic, It wasn't a situation that was brought up a lot. There was one particular amazonian that always looked down on me. She was a complete bitch while I worked at Diamond Tours and I'm sure that you know her very well. Her name is Alexa Alexander, my mommy's older sister. There was no getting through with her. She only saw me as another little that needed to be put in their place. Unfortunately, she was my direct supervisor at the time. So I had to spend plenty of meetings while reporting to her.” “Alexa...She is currently the director of Diamond Tours. While she hasn't exactly been a nuisance to me, she does rub me the wrong way. Her expression is like a wild beast or a predator.” Sean stated. “That is exactly what she is. She is the type of person that will not deter from her personal goals. If there is something that she wants, she will find a way to get it. Back when I was working their, she had every intention of getting me fired, so I could be adopted by one of the shareholders of Diamond Tours. It may come as a surprise, but it's not actually easy to get fired from the company. The only way for a portal little to get fired is to get a letter of approval notice from the New Haven government itself. It was regulated that way because of the ongoing shady practices that the company had been known for.” Rebecca said. “From what I understand is that if you get fired, then any amazonian can legally adopt you at any point, is that right?” Sean asked “Correct, and it's a first come, first serve basis. So if any amazonian becomes aware that you are no longer protected by the government, they can scoop you up and claim you before the adoption becomes finalized. When I first started, I had so many amazonians tell me that they could give me the ideal life if working became to much of a issue. I just laughed it off as I declined, but I made sure to do it in a respectful manner. It's very important to not show any disrespect or poor attitude with the amazonians. It gives them a excuse to exercise their right to dish out any formal punishments such as spankings and timeouts. Plenty of tourists that visit this world, learn first hand on how to properly behave if they get out of line. With Alexa, she used her authority to treat me like any of the native littles in this dimension. If I made any errors on my reports or disagreed with her messed up suggestions, she would have me over her knee in a split second. She even at one time put me in a diaper and a onesie while I was at the main building at Diamond central. She claimed that it was a form of punishment for showing up late to work even though the person that was suppose to drive me their was a no show.” Rebecca started to clinch her fists. She was obviously not to thrilled about Alexa's treatment with her. “How could you possibly put up with such abuse? Isn't their anyway to report that as a violation or code of conduct issue?” Sean asked “That would be possible, but the problem was that she had her own personal circle of connections. A vile woman like that, doesn't become a narcissistic bitch without working her way through some shady back channels. She nearly did break me at certain points, where I actually thought about quitting despite the rave reviews that I was receiving. Plus I also attained many awards and accolades from the government itself. I was on my way to gaining more influence with the government itself after meeting with the vice-president of New Haven. I eventually found out that Alexa was utterly pissed off about my ongoing success. It only wanted to make me to achieve even greater heights so I could stick it in her smug face. Perhaps I could acquire a higher position than her. That would have been the ultimate middle finger to that nasty woman. That's when I made my most fatal error. I was too arrogant with my new found status within the company. I thought I could make some legitimate changes without any real backlash. Rebecca took another sip of her baby bottle as she collected her thoughts. “Just what exactly happened?” Sean asked “I was only contracted to be with the company for six months. After my fifth month working there, I decided to enter the political field and voice my personal concerns regarding native littles. That would be my downfall. I grew too optimistic, feeling that I could not be touched after making so many amazonian friends and connections. Even Alexa stopped messing with me after my reputation grew to a certain point. “I'm guessing that you pressed the wrong buttons with some highly powerful amazonians?” Sean asked “That's correct. I felt that I was in a good position to ask the government to pass a legislation where all native littles would be given the opportunity to attain their own form of independence if they can prove themselves. While working for Diamond Tours, I made some friends among the native littles that I interviewed and felt they deserved a life outside the walls of a nursery. I even had the opportunity to speak at a political event and express my displeasure with how one-sided the relationship between amazon and little was. It was at that point, that I realized that I hit a major taboo with the amazonian community. If there is one way to get on the bad side of the amazonians, it's about discussing the living arrangements over native littles. Within the first week of expressing my opinion, there was talk about a possible uprising of native littles in a town a few miles from where I worked. Apparently I wasn't the only little that had a problem with the way that the amazonians treated our kind. While I was happy to hear that my words had sparked a surge of change, it also had a polar opposite effect on my relationship with the amazonians, including all my colleges. I was surprised to see myself immediately outcasted by amazonians that I considered friends. I was looked at as a enemy of the people of New Haven. I knew that I was really screwed when Alexa walked up to me one day and congratulated me for my political stunt. It was at that point, that I knew that I had to leave this dimension before things got out of hand. But before I could fully prepare myself, I was arrested on behalf of the New Haven government. It didn't take a genius to realize as to why.” Sean noticed that Rebecca looked to be on the verge of crying. Apparently the ordeal was far more dramatic than he could have imagined. “You can stop if you want. I can tell this is has a rather heavy toll on you” Sean tried to console Rebecca in the most respectful way he could think of. “Its....It's all right. You really need to hear this. It's for your own personal good. I'm just disappointed that my actions were looked at as hostile...I just wanted both sides to have more equal grounding together.” Rebecca then grabbed a pink cat stuffed animal near her and held it tightly in her arms as she continued. “I'm guessing that is when you were fired. And is that when Jade found and adopted you?” Sean asked with curiosity. “Not yet. First I was put on trial for my actions. Even though I didn't believe that I had caused any issues for the amazonians, I was told that my political opinions had caused some friction with some of the native littles and their adopted amazonian parents. Apparently their was a small group of them that tried to start a revolt, believing that they deserved the same freedoms as the amazonians. I was apparently the catalyst for this unruly behavior.” “That doesn't seem fair, you worked your butt off and wanted to bring about some positive movements in this dimension. I just can't fathom such hostility. Are amazonians really all that fickle?” Sean asked. “Most amazonians are very open minded when it comes to various issues such as the economy, trade, and the climate. However when it comes to the topic regarding littles, they will not bargain or even be reasoned with. They all continue to have the mindset that littles need to be cared for and treated like infants. I was well-liked and respected before I made my speech about the status of littles. Now I know it's taboo to talk about such a thing. After I was arrested and fired, I was then was to be scheduled to have my entire memory wiped away. Basically I was sentenced to be permanently regressed while having my gender changed at the very same time. It was to set a example, so no other littles would try to try such a stunt ever again. “That is just cruel and horrifying. Weren't you given any legal representation?” Sean felt sick to his stomach as he listened on. “No. The amazonian judge who sentenced me, called this a open and shut case. So I had no recourse with my options. Even our own government would not step in for my sake. I tried pleading to be allowed to go back to my dimension as a last form of mercy, but of course that would never actually happen. Portal littles are highly sought after in this dimension. I was to be put up for auction after my surgery was completed. It felt like I was being sentenced to a execution. Which it kinda was, since I would be losing everything I knew. I would be literal shell of my former self... That was until I met with Jade that one special day. I'm so thankful for her. She saved me from a fate worse than death.” Rebecca tried to hold her tears back but was having a tough time doing so. “How did you two meet?” “A couple days before my surgery while I was detained at a secure medical facility, Alexa, being the unholy bitch that she is, decided to pay me a final visit. She wanted to get one last look at me before my demise. I did a lot that pissed her off while I was working at Diamond Tours and I'm certainly proud of it. She wanted a obedient and submissive portal little to control, but instead I was the exact opposite of that. I enjoyed watching her get into trouble with the higher ups, when she tried to do something nefarious to me. Alas, she had the last laugh, or so I thought.” Rebecca grabbed her baby bottle and took another few sips from it, before continuing with her story. “After spending some time mocking me, Alexa decided she had enough and exited the room that I was confined too. That was when Jade paid me a visit a few minutes later. She was driving with her sister to a investor meeting of sorts, but decided to show up here first. She was actually interested in hearing my story. So I decided to explain to her my situation and how utterly screwed I was. I wasn't expecting much of a reaction from her, but after spilling the beans, she started weeping for me. Unlike the majority of the amazonians, she actually felt remorse for my situation. It got to the point that she would do everything in her power to save me from my fucked up fate. I was slightly moved but didn't actually believe that anything would amount to it. Much to my surprise, less than twenty four hours later, I found out that I was being legally adopted by her. There were certain restrictions put in place, but none the less, I had somehow managed to avoid from being both mentally and physically mutilated. “ “Just how did she manage to pull that off? It seems like it would have taken a miracle to save you from such a ordeal.” Sean asked “After my new mommy took me home, I found that she really got really pissed off at her sister to the point that things nearly turned violent. She convinced Alexa to make some calls to get me out of that medical institution. Even though Alexa is a complete asshole, she did have the necessary connections to get me out of that predicament. One of the main stipulations for my adoption was that I was to remain at a level four regressed state at all times. Jade or rather, my mommy actually went against that ruling behind the governments back . As long as I was inside her house, I could remain both mentally and physically capable. She actually cared about my well-being and I was amazed by her genuine kindness. Not many amazonians would go that far for someone like me. I knew that I had no chance of returning to my dimension, but even so, I like to be optimistic even if I'm stuck in diapers for the rest of my life.” Rebecca patted the front of her diaper that was covered by her onesie outfit. “So you have been here for nearly three years since that happened? How have you managed since then? I have personally been here for just over a week and it feels like it's been months.” Sean said as sucked down on his bottle yet again. “It was rough...Actually, it was really rough during the first month after my adoption. Not being able to go anywhere you like without any adult supervision was really annoying and to top it off, being bathed and fed was still very foreign to me. Thankfully, mommy was kind enough to take things slowly. She knew that I was entering a brand new lifestyle and needed time to adjust after everything that I went through. Things actually become much more bearable around the second month. That was a very special moment for me and my mommy.” Rebecca blushed as she spoke. “Seems like something happened to make life easier for you.” Sean was very interested in knowing what just happened. “Are you familiar with the natural regression system in this dimension? Rebecca asked “Ya, I learned about it from my partner. She told me about the six level system that defines on how regressed a little is.” Sean stated. “Back when I was working with Diamond Tours, while I had a decent time with my assignments, there were a few times were I was mentally regressed, either by accident or purpose. At that time, I had experienced all regression levels up to level five. So I have a hands on experience from what it feels like to have the mindset of a toddler or a baby for that matter. It didn't happen often since their was a large fine and punishment if it was found out who the culprit was. “I bet you were horrified after you came back to your normal self.” Sean asked with curiosity. “It really depends on the situation. It maybe hard to believe but their were some times that I actually enjoyed not having a care in the world. Did you know that the more times that you are mentally regressed, the more self-aware you are while in that mental state?” Rebecca asked “No...I didn't know about that. So what you are saying is, that if I were to be regressed into a babbling baby, I would realize as to what is happening even though I wouldn't be able to talk or walk under my own power?” “That's right. Even more so, you will enjoy certain things that you would not normally care for, while in your standard adult mindset. You see that jungle gym in the corner of the room? I could play with that for hours while in my level four regressed state. It's amazing on what you can gain after losing something else.” “Wait a minute! Are you telling me that you enjoy being regressed and treated as a babbling baby?” Sean was at a loss after hearing her response. “Don't take it too much on face value. I'm just saying that you should enjoy the things that you have have control over. Anyhow, I want to get back onto topic regarding how I started to grow more comfortable with this way of living. I'm sure that you know how level six regression is attained, correct?” Rebecca asked. “Ya...It's from being...Breast fed.” Sean was hesitant at responding to such a topic. “Mommy knew that I was still having a tough time with adapting my new living arrangements, so she offered to assist me with by nursing me with her own milk. I originally declined since I well educated on the side-effects, such as being mentally regressed into a baby for a full three straight days and the possibility that I would not ever want to leave this dimension. I still clung to the hope that I could see my old friends again but in the end, it was all a fools fantasy. I had no real possibility of going back to my dimension ever again. Eventually I resigned myself and decided to my trust her judgment believing that she knew what was best for me. She said that I would grow more comfortable with my new life style after being nursed. And as a matter of fact, she was right! Everything felt like a warm blur when it happened, but after regaining my senses a few days later, I felt more accustomed to my new surroundings. It really felt like I was home and not some strangers house. It's amazing how your world changes after drinking amazonian milk.” “You actually allowed yourself...To be breastfed!? What the hell! You don't find that in any way to be utterly disgusting?” Sean asked he continued to hold the baby bottle firmly in his hands. “I was like you, I thought the idea of sucking on a amazonians tits was actually going to make me gag, but it turned out rather relaxing. Regarding amazonian milk, it tastes a lot like normal milk except it's a bit warmer and has a creamier texture. According to mommy, I was really energetic while in my regressed state for the next three days. I remember that I did a lot of crawling and sucking on my toes. It was a very surreal experience.” “That's far more detailed information that I really needed. know” Sean said with a straight face. He obviously not thrilled about the experience she went through. “If you say so, I'm just letting you know that it made my life a lot easier afterwards. I was able to sleep in my crib much better and I didn't feel so awkward wearing frilly dresses or onesies. Also, baby food tasted ten times better. Smashed prunes are really something else after being regressed!” “If you are trying to convince me that regressing myself is the key to some weird ass form of happiness, I'm going to have to seriously disagree with you on that end.” Sean didn't like where this conversation was going. “ It's nothing like that, I just wanted to share my experience with you. And just to let you know it took me several more feedings for me to fully accept Jade as my mommy. So don't believe the rumor that one breast feeding will make you want to stay here on a permanent basis.” Rebecca stated as she finished her baby bottle. “So you have no intentions of ever going back to see your real family ever again?” Sean asked. “If the time ever comes, I would love too but only to see my friends. As for now, I'm content with my life with mommy. She allows me to stay level-headed without any regressive tactics. She also let's me do whatever I want as long as it's inside the house.. The only time I have to regress myself is when mommy is in the mood to breast feed me or when I have to see her bitch of a sister. She's the type of person that gives amazonians a bad name. Which is why I wanted to speak with you in the first place.” “Wait! Did you arrange for us to meet like this?” Sean questioned. “Yep Yep! As soon as I heard that a new portal little was coming here to do the very same job that I did, I really wanted to talk with you. So I had to ask mommy to convince her bitch sister to have you visit us during your work hours. Alexa most likely agreed to it because she personally believes that I'm regressed on a permanent basis and because of that, she wants to lower your moral by meeting with me.” “Why does she want to do that? That's just messed up!” “Simple, she has every intention of adopting you. Unfortunately she's not the caring type of amazonian. So I wanted to warn you ahead of time. You really needed to understand the situation you were in before it was too late.” “But she can't legally adopt me! Their is a law in place to protect me from that crap.” Sean said with a hint of anger. “Trust me, she has a determined ego, if there is something she wants, she will find a loop-hole somewhere. That's why I wanted to ask you about your current situation. Your dependence on diapers is most likely her doing, I can't prove it, but it's far more than a coincidence that you are losing control of your bladder at this point of time.” “That god damn woman...Is their anything I can do to get her in trouble? Perhaps speak to someone even higher up than her?” Sean asked “That's a tricky one, given that she is now the director of Diamond Tours. Plus, you need to find proof as well, which is a obstacle in itself. I personally believe that your safest bet would be to find yourself a good amazonian and have her adopt you. Of course you will have to resign from your job first, but after you are adopted, legally, Alexa will not be able to lay a hand on you.” Sean was taken aback. He couldn't believe at what she was suggesting. At first he thought she was joking but he could see the serious look in her eyes. “Their is no way in hell that I'm doing that! I didn't come to this dimension just so that I could be turned into someones baby. I have a life to live back in my dimension and have a family as well!” “That's nice and all, but you have to be realistic here. The fact remains that you are stuck in the amazonian world and also sitting in a diaper as we speak. As much as you may not like it, the odds are greatly stacked against you,.” Sean's pride took a hit after she spoke up in response. He knew it was the truth. His situation was dire and that it was only going to get worse as the days progressed. “What if I tried to sneak back into the area at Diamond central and transport myself back to my dimension, I could try that!” “You could but would not get anywhere near the machine that can transport people people between dimensions. It's heavily guarded to keep any undocumented personal from entering. It's a fools errand. You would be severly punished and most likely fired for trying to pull such a stunt and then you would be adopted and in the hands of the bitch herself.” “Shit...In that case...What about legal representation? Can't I higher a lawyer to have my back?” Sean felt a immense amount of despair as he continued to try and think of a reasonable solution to his ever growing problem. “No amazonian lawyer will represent a little unless they have a shit ton of money. None of them are willing to work for free, it's just not happening. In case you haven't noticed, we portal littles are not given any form of income in this world. We are entirely dependent on the company that we work for.” Sean felt like whimpering as he continued to think of a idea. He personally didn't want to leave because since he liked the idea of temporarily living in a unique world, but circumstances were beyond his control and forcing his hand. The soft padding of the diaper he had on was also a harsh reminder of how far he's been reduced too. “Don't you know any good amazonians? There are plenty of good caring ones that are similar to my mommy. I'm sure that you could find one that could keep you safe from Alexa.” Rebecca wanted to help Sean in any way so that he would not end up in the clutches of her former supervisors control. “Hmm...Zoe! Their is Zoe! She can help me get out of this dimension!” Sean yelled out with excitement. “Zoe? Who is that?” Rebecca asked. “She is.. .Zoe is such a kind and caring person, it's almost hard to believe that she is a amazonian. She is constantly is looking out for me and my safety.” Rebecca noticed that Sean maneuvered himself so that he was sitting directly on his padded butt as he continued to speak about this person. She also noticed that his feet were rubbing together and a huge smile could be seen on his face. Rebecca started to feel a bit better as a opportunity was presenting itself. “Zoe huh? Sounds like you found yourself a winner. Just how did you meet her?” “She's my work partner.” Sean finished off his baby bottle of juice as he spoke up. “A partner from Diamond Tours? Heh, I had a couple myself when I was there. It was really hit and miss depending on their maternal instincts when they were assisting me with my job. But anyhow this is great to hear. Perhaps you should ask her to adopt you and then you will be in the clear.” Rebecca stated as she started to stand up on her feet. “Adoption!? Sorry, that's not in the cards. She understands my situation rather well and is actually looking into several options to help me out.” Sean tried to stand up, but was having difficulty to the thickness of the diaper he wearing. “Is that a fact?” Rebecca asked with a half serious look as she took Sean's hand and helped him to his feet. “Of course! She's been so helpful since I've arrived here. She especially makes me feel so secure when she holds me in her arms.” Sean didn't realize at how odd he sounded when he talked about her. Rebecca just raised her eyebrow and gave a smirk. She knew what Sean was exactly feeling but decided to play it slowly and get a full understanding about their relationship at a later point. “I'm happy for you. I truly am. It's not easy to find a amazonian that genuinely cares for your own well-being before their own.” Rebecca started to walk towards a television set near the end of the room. “Where are you going? GAH!” Sean yelled out as he nearly tripped over himself. All he could was to slowly waddle himself over to where Rebecca was standing. The crinkling of his diaper was very apparent. Rebecca quietly giggled to herself as she watch Sean struggle to stay on his feet. His legs were so far part that he didn't understand as to how Rebecca made it look so easy to walk in such a thick padded undergarment. “You know, it might be for your best interest to crawl over here instead. You obviously don't have enough experience on walking around in these type of diapers. It's a bit tricky but you will get used to it eventually.” Rebecca said as she opened a drawer below where the television set was. “Ya, that's a big no for me. This whole diaper situation is only temporary. Once I figure out my bladder issue, it's back to boxers for...WAH!” Sean fell face first onto the carpet flooring as he lost all of his balance. Rebecca put her hand on her mouth to cover her expression as she watched Sean face plant on the carpet flooring. “Just end me!” Sean slowly got himself back onto his knees. He wasn't hurt but his pride certainly was. He turned his attention to see just how spread out his legs were due to the thick disposable material. “This is ridiculous! Diapers are not suppose to be made for guys of my age!” Sean decided to stay on all fours and crawl over to where Rebecca was currently sitting. Rebecca watched with amusement at how cute and awkward Sean looked as he took his time crawling right next to her. “Don't get the wrong idea! I'm not doing this because I want to! If these diapers were not so freaking huge, I wouldn't be in such a ridiculous situation!” Sean crossed his arms together as he pouted while sitting on his padded butt, obviously failing to redeem any resemblance of a mature adult. “It's alright, you don't need to prove anything to anyone. As of right now, we are going to have some fun together! So I want you to take this!” Rebecca handed a controller to Sean as she took one for herself. “So... What exactly are we doing?” Sean asked as he looked over the controller. “We are going to play some video games not-stop until mommy has lunch ready for us.” Rebecca pressed the start button on the controller which turned on the gaming console. Sean watched as he already started to forget that he was wearing a diaper. “I'm actually suppose to be interviewing you and your amazonian mother. Not playing games.” Sean looked a bit worried that he would get in trouble for his lack of work ethic. “Don't worry, mommy will make sure to convince the guys over at Diamond Tours that you are doing your job. Mommy knows how to handle pencil pushing assholes like her sister.” Rebecca then turned her attention back to the television as the game menu appeared. “So...What exactly are we playing?” Sean asked as he tried to adjust himself while sitting on the floor. “It's called Super Stone Cold Brothers. It's a game where two plumbers help save a magical kingdom from a evil turtle by defeating his underlings with wrestling moves. It's pretty fun, but even better with with someone to play with.” Sean blushed as he felt slightly welcomed by her response. “This looks similar to a game that I own back home...But I can't remember the name...” Sean said to himself as the first level started. Rebecca looked overjoyed over the fact that she had someone to play with. It took Sean only a few minutes to adapt to the basic control scheme. Eventually the two of them spent the next couple hours happily enjoying the game while being able to forget the troubles of the outside world. * * * * * * * * * * * * * “Zoe took a deep breathe as she was about to enter her bosses office. Alexa requested to speak with her not long after she arrived at the building. Zoe expected to have another fateful encounter with her menacing boss, but it was a lot sooner than she predicated. “Hopefully the only thing she will want to discuss is about the progress with Sean's bladder. I better be careful when she brings up that subject.” Zoe knew that she wasn't following her procedure with Sean's bladder control. After giving Sean one of the pills unknowingly, she refused to do so again after seeing the damaging effect they had on his bladder. But even after doing so, Sean's bladder control had already gotten to the point that he was required to wear pull-ups almost full-time. Diapers were also starting to look like a possibility after the incident at the movie theater. After opening the door to Alexa's office, Zoe carefully made sure that she wasn't showing any signs of looking intimidated. Alexa was the type to take advantage of the situation if presented the opportunity. “I'm so glad to be able to speak with you again, Zoe. How are things going with your family?” Zoe knew that Alexa was only bringing up the small talk for the only purpose of transitioning into the subject that she so desired. “They are doing quite well, thank you. Nothing out of the ordinary at our farm.” Zoe wanted to keep her conversation as brief as possible as she was worried about getting on Alexa's bad side. “That's good to hear. Having no family drama is always the best. I can't say the same for Sean, from what I've heard. How is our beautiful baby boy doing?” Alexa wasted no time in bringing up the subject in question. “Sean is for all things considered...Doing favorably well. I think he is adjusting admirably with his job.” Zoe hoped that her answer would be sufficient. She obviously had a far different viewpoint on how Sean should be cared for. “It seems our newest employee has graduated from boxers to pull-ups. I'm happy to see this progress and of course, I have to thank you for your contribution towards my ultimate goal.” “I...I Appreciate your kindness. It has been a awkward transition for him but Sean is a very open-minded little. He is willing to compromise in order to continue to do his job to the best of his ability.” Zoe knew that as long as Sean continued to work for Diamond Tours, Alexa would be sure to keep him on a short leash, at least until he could be legally adopted by her. “Has his accidents forced him to consider Diapers as of yet?” Alexa asked as she kept her attention on Zoe's expression. “Not as of yet, though we did personally discuss the possibility that it may come to that very soon. Sean seemed...Neutral on the idea.” Zoe made sure to lie convincingly since she already had personally diapered Sean the night before, but decided to leave that part out, feeling that the less Alexa knew, the more time she had to figure out a way to keep Sean out of her grasp. “This is wonderful news. I wasn't exactly sure as to how far his bladder would regress but the bladder blaster pills seem to be working quite well. Within another week or so, his bladder muscles should be permanently ruined if the test studies are to be believed. I actually have another task for you. I know that I promised to give you a well-deserved promotion when this is all this was settled with and I am still willing to do so, but it would be much sooner if you can pull this next part off.” Alexa stated as she handed Zoe a piece of paper. “What is this?” Zoe asked as she looked over the paper. “It's a flier. In the next month their will be a pageant for littles as they show off their cute little butts at the city's art theater. Before the event occurs I will require to have already adopted Sean by that point and also have him under go a specific surgery where I can have him turned into a beautiful blonde haired baby girl. It's very important that I can show him off to my friends at the show. You understand what this means?” Alexa asked. “That you want to set a deadline for this plan of yours?” Zoe felt sick in her stomach. Alexa had already planned her next phase for Sean and it was a horrifying one at that. “Correct. I originally planned on playing the long game with Joseph, whom is also assisting me regarding Sean's adoption. But I feel that it that the progress is more hassle than it's worth, so I'm going putting all my effort on this quicker and more efficient route. Joseph doesn't need to know. In the greater scheme of things, he's nothing but a pawn in my end game. “Joseph is helping you out? Just what was in it for him?” Zoe asked. “He wanted to attain a powerful political position within the government and I was suppose to assist him in achieving it. It has turned out to be more of a problem than expected and quite frankly, I just stopped giving a damn. Plus I don't like his pompous arrogant attitude.” Zoe was surprised to see that Alexa was pulling all the stops just so that she can use Sean for her sick personal goals. “Sounds like you have all your affairs in order.” Zoe really wanted to end their conversation but was afraid that she would come off as to eager. “Indeed. By the middle of next week, I expect Sean to be completely diaper dependent and that is when I would like you to convince him of something.” “What now?” Zoe bit her lip as she awaited the dreadful answer. “I want you to find a way to convince Sean to quit his job. Lie to him, I don't really care as long as he quits. I can't legally adopt and regress him until we get a verbal confirmation and he personally brings his resignation letter to a member of our government office. Once he does that, I want you to bring him before me so I can take over from there.” Zoe was glad that she was being told of her plans, it would give her a much better job to keep Sean safe. “Are...Are you sure that is the best route to go with?” Zoe asked with a look of concern. “Their are plenty of other paths to use if I want to get my hands on that adorable portal little, but since this pageant is in a month, this is the quickest path for both adoption and getting a appointment for his sex-change surgery. I thought about several other ways of getting him fired, but the legality of it would be out of my control. Can I count on you to to pull this off?” Alexa asked as she licked her lips. “I will...Try.” Zoe couldn't hide her displeasure from Alexa's request, which she took notice too. “Sounds like you are rather...Conflicted on this issue. I trust that there is no emotional attachment with you and Sean...Is there?” Alexa asked with a look of displeasure. “No...Nothing at all. I Just don't handle deadline pressures all that well.” Zoe quickly came up with a excuse to her avoid any more suspicion. “I'm positive that you will pull through. And then you will have the job of your dreams once this is all squared away.” “I...I can't wait.” Zoe slowly bowed her head before heading to the door to exit the Alexa's office. “Oh and Zoe. I appreciate you not taking a interest in claiming Sean for your own. Such a decision would have...DIRE consequences.” Zoe nodded her head before exiting. She was panicking on the inside after seeing the serious look on her bosses face. Zoe quickly walked back to her work station as she made sure that no one was watching her. “Holy shit. Alexa is a complete psychopath! I need to keep Sean far away from her...But I also need to figure out a way to keep myself safe while at it!” Zoe stated in her mind as she took a seat at her cubicle and took a few minutes to regain some of her composure. Alexa had her pen clenched in her hand as she looked at her computer screen. Even though her eyes were directed on the screen, she was more focused on her plans than anything else. “Zoe...She's probably as reliable as Joseph. If she were bold enough to actually end up adopting Sean. I would have to resort to some...Illegal methods to make a example of her. She better not screw with me.” Alexa went back to focusing on the computer as she resumed her growing clientele for portal little requests. She had much work to do once the tourism continued for Diamond Tours. * * * * * * * * * * “ The controls on this game are weird as heck. It feels so unresponsive.” Sean kept trying to come up with a excuse for his poor play as his character kept dying at a alarming rate in the later levels of the game. “Is that so? Heh, perhaps this game is a bit too mature for someone of your age, hehe.” Rebecca giggled to herself as she was easily able to stay alive in the game due to her vast amount of experience. “I'm not a baby!” Sean bit his lip as he tried to keep his emotions in check, obviously upset with lack of skill and patience. “I never said you were one, hehe.” Rebecca grunted a moment before focusing all her attention back onto the game, Sean could hear some crinkling noises coming from her diaper and started to assume that she had just messed herself. “You...You just didn't use your diaper, did you?” Sean asked as she Rebecca looked noticeably more comfortable with herself. “Of course I did. That's what diapers are made for.” Sean was shocked to see how casual Rebecca was with using her disposable undergarment. “I could never willingly piss myself if I could help it. I could never live with myself if I did.” Sean pressed his hand on the front of the diaper he was wearing. He was thankful to feel nothing except the soft dry padding rubbing against his privates. “After spending a few years having accidents, it has become rather routine. I can't remember the last time that I was able to stay dry for the a whole day. Thankfully mommy will change me out of my poopy diaper after lunch.” Rebecca continued to focus on the game, however Sean just looked at her with a disgusted expression. “Wait! Did you seriously...Just mess yourself?” Sean couldn't focus on the game whatsoever. He was too transfixed on Rebecca and what she had just did to herself. He assumed that she had only wet herself. “Why do you look so surprised? I figured that you have probably already done that a few times since arriving here.” “HELL NO! Their is now way that I'll allow myself to be sitting in my own defecation! I've only wet myself up until this point. And even then, that isn't my fault. Damn it, I shouldn't be in diapers in the first place!” Sean whined as he put the controller down and then lifted up his shirt. He wanted to take the padded undergarment off so badly but he knew that it would only result in a far worse scenario for him. “Don't get to riled up about having to wear diapers. I've seen plenty of portal littles come to this dimension as tourists and eventually get tricked into wearing diapers for a variety of reasons. It usually doesn't end up well for them because they end up trying to resist in some way. It gives the amazonians a valid excuse to further their regression into babyhood.” Rebecca stated as she paused the game to focus her attention on Sean's ongoing frustration. “It's just not fair! I only wanted to get away from my parents for a while and live by my own accord. This isn't what I had in mind!” Sean then lowed his shirt so he could cover the obviously thick diaper he was wearing. “I know exactly the what you are feeling. I came here in hopes of finding a purpose for myself. Turns out that it was all a mirage. But you shouldn't lose all hope, there are still options for you.” Rebecca noticed that her mommy was entering the playroom and walking towards them. “The options better not involve adoption.” Sean stopped speaking as he looked up at Jade's face. “So, how have you two been doing? I hope you are having lots of funsies!” Jade said as she knelt down and picked up the two portal little's with both her arms. Sean decided to stay quiet, feeling that he would say something he would end up regretting. “We have been having lots of fun time, mommy!” Rebecca said as she clapped her hands together. “That's so great to hear and I just got lunch ready for...”Jade stopped speaking as she started to sniff the air. “Did wittle Seanie have to go poo poo?” Sean blushed at the childish question directed towards him. He was about to speak up in his defense but Rebecca spoke up before he could get a word in. “No mommy, I was the one that went poo poo!” Rebecca said as she clinged to her mommy's arm. “Oh! In that case, don't worry snookums, I'll get you changed right after lunch, we are having spaghetti!” “YAY! That's one of my favorites!” Rebecca stated with glee. “I know. I thought it would be a good idea, given our special guest today. I hope you don't mind, Sean.” Jade asked as she started to carry the two into her dining room. “I'm...I'm alright with it.” Sean wasn't feeling comfortable being carried unlike his prior experience with Zoe. The whole process made him question as to why he felt so at ease with her. It didn't make any logical sense. Sean just silently watched on as he and Rebecca were placed into separate high chairs, right next to each other. As the hook on the chair was put into place, Sean just sat there, dumbfounded that someone of his age would be sitting in such a ridiculous contraption. Then again he also wasn't expecting to be wearing a diaper as well. “You will love this Sean. Mommy makes the best spaghetti, no restaurant can compare!” Rebecca stated as a light green bib was placed around her neck. “If you say so.” Sean still couldn't believe that Rebecca was perfectly fine with sitting in her own filth. He didn't realize that a bib was being placed around his neck until Jade finished tying it around his neck. It had a picture of a baby cartoon rabbit on it. “This actually smells pretty good.” Sean sniffed the bowl of spaghetti, surprised by the flavorful aroma coming from the bowls that were placed onto their tables “I hope you two enjoy. I'll be back in a moment.” Jade stated after handing the two of them their forks. Sean was amazed not only by the large size of the bowl that he would be eating out of but also for the fact that he was actually given a utensil to use. He was almost expecting that he would be spoon fed or eating with his bare hands. “Something wrong Sean? You better eat before it gets cold!” Sean glanced over and looked slightly aghast that Rebecca has already made mess of her face as the spaghetti sauce covered parts of her nose and cheeks. She continued to chow down without even noticing or caring. Sean sighed as he grabbed his fork and decided to give the food a go. His eyes began to widen after taking a few bites. “Holy! This is really good!” Sean thought to himself as he swallowed the noodles. Much like with the majority of the food in this dimension, Sean was amazed by the quality of the taste and texture. While spaghetti wasn't his go to food of choice, he was starting to wonder what ingredients were used in the making of it. It had to be something far different than what the spaghetti that he was used to in his world. Around ten minutes later, Sean was only half way done with his bowl, he could see that some of the spaghetti sauce had found it's way onto his chin. He tried looking for a paper towel but soon realized that was not going to be available for him as he was stuck in the high chair. “I guess I'll use this stupid bib to wipe this down.” Before Sean could grab his bib, their was a bright flash of light that covered the area. Sean put his hands on his eyes for a second as he started to question as to what just occurred. “Sorry about that. I wanted to make this a surprise. You two look so adorable, I couldn't help myself. I really wanted to get a genuine photo of you two together while having your lunchies.” Jade said as she lowered the digital camera in her hand. She started to press a few buttons on the device as she continued to walk back into the dining room. “ALL DONE!” Rebecca said as she let out a loud burp that echoed from the entire area. “Such a good girl, yes you are!” Jade stated as she grabbed a paper towel and started to clean her adopted daughter's mouth with it. “Can I see the photo, mommy?” Rebecca asked as Jade finished wiping her mouth clean. Sean just silently removed the stains from his mouth with the bib around his neck, he obviously wasn't in the mood for having someone do it for him. “Hehe, Sean looks so funny!” Rebecca giggled to herself as she led out a large fart that could easily be heard.. Sean was disgusted but made sure to not visibly show it. Rebecca's expression changed into a more concerned look after doing so. “Mommy! I really need a changey!” Rebecca whimpered, as the smell started to become more apparent around her. “I know, I know. I'll get you into a new diapy in just a moment, I first want to show our wittle guest, a photo of himself.” “That's all right, I really don't need....To...See...Huh!?” Sean was at a loss of words as Jade showed a picture of him sitting in the high chair as he was in the process of cleaning his mouth. His diaper was also in partial view as the long shirt he was wearing was sitting up near his waist. “This can't be me...Seriously! I look like a god damn two year old!” Sean said silently to himself. He was dismayed by how he young he looked. He thought at first that the photo was altered in some way, but he knew that wasn't the case since almost all furniture was larger in this world. “Aren't you precious! You must be thankful that you cannot be legally adopted. I bet you would have been claimed by someone on the first day you came here!” Jade's words were not sitting well with Sean's stomach. He first thought that she was mocking him with how helpless he had been, but he soon realized that the feeling in his stomach was more than his inner frustrations as he realized that a growing urge to relieve his bowels was becoming apparent. “No way in hell am I actually going to shit myself!” Sean started to figit a bit in the high chair as Jade helped Rebecca out of hers. “Oh my. Such a messy and stinky girl you are, let's get you back into the nursery and get you cleaned up right away!” “Excuse me, Jade! Can you please get me down from here! I really need to use your bathroom!” Sean stated with a sense of urgency. “Such a funny joke. Just go ahead and fill your diapies. I'll clean you up after I'm done with my daughter.” Jade said as she started to exit the dining room. “You have got to be kidding. I cannot...WILL NOT! Shit myself!” Sean cried out in desperation, hoping to get a reasonable response. “You maybe a special guest, but I'll not allow for such potty talk in my house! This is your only warning, anymore and you will be over my knee!” Jade exited the kitchen without even looking back at the distraught portal little. Rebecca sighed to herself as she was being carried. She knew that Sean would eventually have to come to terms with his new arrangements, but she knew that he wasn't ready to accept his messy fate. Sean took a deap breath and closed his eyes. He decided to calm his mind. Any more frustration and anxiety would only lead him to doing the unthinkable. “No! I need to concentrate. It's bad enough that I've pissed myself before arriving, but I refuse to defecate myself no matter what! I just need to figure a way out of this chair.” Sean didn't care of he got into any form of trouble. His sole priority was to find a toilet and use it like the adult that he thought he was. “Ugh..This freaking thing!” Sean was having trouble at unlocking the latch to his high chair as he struggled to keep himself composed. Every second mattered and he needed to take things into his own hands. * * * * * * * * * * * “Isn't Sean such a fussy baby. He wants to use the toilet like us big people do.” Jade stated as she finished wiping away the mess that Rebecca created earlier on. “Sean is sorta new at this, you can't blame him for not being able to transition to our way of living.” Rebecca said as her legs were lifted in the air by Jade's right hand. Rebecca laid comfortably on the changing table while keeping eye contact with her amazonian mother. “True. You were almost the same after I officially adopted you. Your stubbornness was quite remarkable, especially when I had to bathe you.” Jade then applied the baby powder to her daughters lower half. “But you took your time with me and it was because of that, I was able to accept and come to terms with my new life.” Rebecca watched as a new diaper was slowly placed under her butt. The soft padding was nothing new to her after being changed every day for the past couple of years. “I think I know what you are getting at. So my beautiful baby girl, what would you like your mommy to do for him?” Jade asked as she finished taping up her diaper while removing the onesie that she was wearing. “Please let him use your potty. Even though he is now in diapers, if you could show him some leniency, it will immensely help him with his relationship with the amazonians. I've got a good feeling about him.” Rebecca said as she sat herself up on the changing table. “You always know the right words to say. That's why I'm so thankful to have adopted you when I had the chance.” Jade then picked up her daughter and held the near naked girl to her chest. “Likewise, without you, I would no longer be myself.” Rebecca hugged her mommy right back before she was placed into her crib. “As long as he doesn't throw a fit, I'll show him some hospitality. He's still going to have a afternoon nap with you. That's not negotiable!” Jade then kissed Rebecca on her forehead before heading exiting the nursery. As Jade left to tend to Sean, Rebecca stretched her arms and legs on the firm mattress. She then looked looked at the wooden bars of her crib. It was all custom ordered by her mommy and she also made sure that the mattress that she was sleeping on was a top of the line brand. Jade was financially well off that she could afford a few luxury items for her adopted daughter. “Hopefully Sean doesn't do anything stupid. To many portal littles tend to forget that they are not in their original dimension. I wonder how things have changed in my old world since I left a few years ago?” While Rebecca enjoyed her current life, a part of her was still curious on how her life would have been if she didn't accept the job at Diamond Tours. * * * * * * * * * * “DAMN IT! I can't hold for much longer!” Sean had nearly given up at finding a way to escape from the high chair. Right now he was solely focused on making sure that he didn't mess himself. Such a act would leave a long-term scar on his mental state or at least that is what he thought would happen. “Looks like someone is having a rough time of things.” Jade said as she reentered the dining room and started to assist Sean out of his high chair. “Please, I beg of you, please let me use your toilet! I just need.” Jade placed her index finger over Sean's mouth which immediately made him quiet. “Don't worry, I'll let you use the potty this one time. Normally when a little ends up in diapers, they are not allowed to use the potty whatsoever. That right is only available for littles that are in pull-ups and or are visiting as a tourist. But seeing as that you originally came to my place in pull-ups, I'll respect your wishes.” Jade said as she gently patted Sean's padded butt while escorting him to the bathroom. Sean didn't care, the only thing on his mind was to get himself on the toilet. “Almost there!” Sean said silently to himself. Sean wanted to feel relieved but he didn't have the time to do so as they entered the bathroom. “Now before I put you on the potty, I need to remove a few things.” Jade then lifted Sean's long shirt off of him, leaving him in just his diaper. “Whatever, just please hurry up!” Sean knew that he was at his limit as he looked over at the obviously over sized toilet next to him.” “I'm going to be holding both of your hands while you do your business. It's necessary so you don't fall in the icky potty water.” Jade then easily removed Sean's diaper and put the nervous looking boy onto the toilet. “Thank goodness!” Sean started to relieve his bowels as his hands were being firmly held by the amazonian. He didn't care at how ridiculous he looked, he was just glad that he didn't have to use the diaper for it's intended purpose. Sean exhaled silently as he kept his focus away from Jade, he didn't want to see what she was thinking. Jade noticed the shift in Sean's expression. She found it cute but also somewhat concerning. “I'm guessing that you haven't actually messed yourself since arriving here, is that correct?” Jade asked as she grabbed some wet-wipes and placed the boy over her knee after he finished his business. “That is right. I've only pissed myself since arriving in this world. And I'm not particularly thrilled about doing that either.” Sean cringed as the cold wipes continued to clean every area of his butt. Jade wasn't happy with his use of language but assumed that he didn't intentionally say it with any ill meaning behind it. “If you dislike diapers so much, why did you start wetting yourself? From what my daughter has told me, is that most littles from your world are capable of using the potty just like us amazonians.” After finishing wiping Sean's butt, Jade then threw the wipes in the garbage can nearby and then flushed the toilet. “I don't know. It just happened out of no where. I personally believe that someone is doing something to my bladder, just so I could end up like this.” Sean was then placed over Jade's shoulder as she carried him back into Rebecca's nursery. Sean was so thankful that he was able to use the toilet that he didn't even care that he was only in his birthday suit. “Hmm...That's rather interesting.” Jade kept a straight face as she placed Sean onto the changing table. Rebecca was hugging a stuffed tiger plushy as she sat quietly in her crib and watched as Sean was about to be changed. “Do you believe me!?” Sean asked as his legs were lifted into the air. “Hard to say, but I do sympathize with you. Their are plenty of amazonains that find great pleasure in abusing littles. I despise them with all my being.” Sean was surprised to hear the seriousness in Jade's voice as she started to powder his privates. It was at that moment that Sean realized that he was being put into new diaper. “Do I really need wear another diaper?” Sean asked, hoping that she would be kind enough to put him into a pair of pull-ups as a form of compensation. “Sorry, diapers are all that I have for someone of your size, but don't worry, if you need to use the potty, just let me know and I'll gladly assist you to the toilet next time.” Sean felt a hint of joy as a new fresh diaper was placed under his butt. Apparently Jade was capable of being reasoned with, much to his delight. “Thank you for listening to me!” Sean was pleasantly surprised that Jade would actually allow him to use the toilet after hearing his story. Even though he was being put into another diaper, he felt like he accomplished something that was almost impossible. “And even if you have to end up using your diapers, don't worry, I won't think any less of you. You are a important guest after all!” After applying the tapes to Sean's new diaper, Jade gently picked up the boy up and placed him into the same crib that Rebecca was sitting in. “Holy sh..!” Sean stopped speaking as he turned his attention away from Rebecca after he got a full view of her exposed breasts. “What's got you all worked up?” Rebecca asked, not realizing that Sean was embarrassed to see her naked with the exception of the diaper that she had on. “UGH...Nothing...Nothing at ALL!” Sean's face went completely red as he kept his back to her. “I'll be back in a moment with your ba ba's.” Jade was amused by how innocent the two of them were behaving. After exiting the nursery, Jade slowly stomped her left foot on the kitchen floor after taking a moment to think about the conversation she had with her older sister a day earlier. “God damn you Alexa! You really are trying to abuse Sean. I thought you were actually interested in starting a loving family. I really hoped that you would change into a better person, but it looks like corruption and greed is all you care about!” Jade started to think about to the call she received from her sister. Alexa told Jade about everything that she wanted to do with Sean including his bladder. Jade assumed that her older sister was trying to play a sick joke on her, but it turned out to be true after Sean explained his bladder situation to her. “I won't call the authorities on my sister...But I won't assist her with her sick twisted plan either. It was bad enough that Rebecca had to deal with the abusive nature of Alexa back when she was working at Diamond Tours.” Jade opened the fridge as she started to prepare the bottles for the two portal littles residing in her household. “Love will always triumph over greed. If My sister lands in jail someday...She's on her own.” Jade's resolve remained firm as opened a glass jar of apple juice and started to pour the liquid into the bottles. * * * * * * * * * “What's wrong Sean? Embarrassed by only being in your diapy's, hehe.” Rebecca asked as she crawled over so she could get a better look at his expression. “I'm not embarrassed, it's just...How can you act so formal, while your...”Sean felt too ashamed to continue speaking. It didn't help that he was slightly turned on by Rebecca's appearance. “I see....It's my breasts that you are embarrassed about, hehe. I'm guessing that you haven't been around enough woman to get used to this just yet. Don't worry, you will eventually get desensitized to it after a few weeks. If there is a drawback to living as a baby, it's the lack of a pure sexual drive. It goes away once we become fully accustomed to this life. Though I do appreciate that you see me as more than a simple infant. My breasts are pretty much the only thing that remind me that I still am a adult. A twenty one year old one at that. Three years of it has been spent as mommy's baby. It really doesn't feel like it's been that long. Though in some ways, I've already forgotten what life was like as a adult. But I'm content with things and that is all that matters in the end.. I just hope you can find some sort of happiness when your eventually adopted.” Rebecca said as she placed her hand on Sean's bare back. “There is no way in hell that I'll accept this as my new life! I've got a family back home! I didn't come here to be someone's baby. I won't except this!” Sean tried to stand but quickly fell on his padded butt and then onto his back, due to the thickness of the disposable undergarment. “Damn it!” Sean was easily angered by not just the diaper he was wearing but also his complete reliance on the amazonians. “Then tell me, just exactly what are you going to do about it?” Rebecca asked as she helped Sean so he was sitting right on his butt. Sean knew that he couldn't keep his eyes away from Rebecca's face. He needed to show her at how serious he was. “Honestly...I'm not sure. It really feels like that everything is out of my control. I originally wanted to stay here and do the job that I was tasked with, but not at the expense of my god damn freedom!” Sean knew that he wasn't the best when it came to planning. He usually went with the flow which seemed to help him out up until now. “That's the harsh truth about this dimension. Nothing ever goes your way...If you are a little, that is.” I actually managed to accomplish more with my job than the two others that held this position before me, but I got cocky and pissed off the wrong people. Thankfully, I didn't pay the ultimate price for it. “You really have no problem with living the rest of your days as a baby? Don't you want to make something more of yourself?” Sean asked. “Even though I live the life of a infant, mommy still allows me to do plenty of adult things such as writing, using the internet, and play games for myself. It's not completely ideal but I've been given far more options than most littles in this dimension. So to answer your question, ya, I don't have a problem with it. I've adapted and overcome. You should stop resisting too before it end up biting you in the ass. It will be far better than having that bitch, Alexa take complete control of you. That's why I went through all the trouble to wanting to speak with you. I wanted to let you fully understand your situation before it was too late.” Their was a hint of anger in Rebecca's voice as she spoke up. “I can't do that! If I give up then that will mean that I've accepted the fact that I am no longer a capable adult!. I also need to think of my family! I can't imagine what they do if I didn't come home after my six month agreement here!” Some tears could be seen in Sean's eyes as he started to think about them. Rebecca felt guilty, the last thing she wanted to do, was to hurt Sean's feelings. Even though it was for his own benefit. “I know we talked about this earlier, but if you could find a way to come up with some money, then perhaps you could look into legal representation for a lawyer. They have actually helped some portal little tourists legally leave this dimension before the adoption documents were finalized.” “THAT'S IT! I ALMOST FORGOT! THAT KAIRI PERSON!” Sean yelled out with excitement. “Whoa! Calm down! It sounds like you may have a plan, care to explain?” Rebecca asked with great interest. “I received a business card from a lawyer that goes by the name of Kairi. While I'm not sure as to why, but if I can talk to her, perhaps I'll have a fighting chance to get back to my world safely!” Sean finally remembered the card that Trisha gave him the other day and felt there was a light at the end of the dark tunnel. “That personally feels kind of shady but realistically it's a start. How about a plan B? Do you have something in mind if that turns out to be a dead end?” Rebecca asked as she adjusted her sitting. The crinkling from her diaper could be easily heard in the silent nursery. “Not even close. I guess I'll be pinning all my hopes on this lawyer. Just gotta stay positive now that I have something to work on!” Sean said as he gave a thumbs up to Rebecca. Rebecca sighed as she looked over at Sean. He was sitting in her crib, wearing nothing but a diaper. While she admired his optimistic nature, it would amount to nothing in the world of the amazonians. “Oz Island is most certainly not a option. It's the only refuge for native little but the population is strictly controlled and no visitors are allowed except the New Haven government officials. Realistically, getting yourself adopted from a caring amazonian is your safest option compared to being forcefully adopted by Alexa.” “But it's illegal for her to try and adopt me. As long as I have my job, I'm good, right?” Sean asked with look of worry. “Your job is in the hands of amazonian government. I would not put too much faith in this current justice system. The government can change it on a whim if they ever feel like it.” Rebecca could see the despair in Sean's expression. He knew that his fate was not entirely on his own to decide. Rebecca looked up at the swinging mobile that was above them. She hated being the barer of bad news but Sean needed to hear the cold harsh truth. She then turned her attention back to him and was surprised to see him suddenly sucking on his thumb while thinking about something. “Ugh...You okay, Sean?” Rebecca asked with a worried expression.. Sean slowly removed his thumb as he began to talk. “I'm alright. I'm just thinking about Zoe. If the whole lawyer thing doesn't go through, I could ask her to try and perform some miracle. I can definitely trust her when all else fails.” Rebecca noticed that Sean was rocking himself a little bit as he spoke about her. “This Zoe person, I remember you talking about her earlier. Can you tell me more about her?” “She's a very relaxed person to be around. She doesn't try to control or force me to do anything against my will. I wonder how she's doing right now?” Sean stated to himself as be put his thumb back into his mouth. It sounds like you two are particularly close even for co-workers.” Rebecca's curiosity was apparent as she continued to question Sean on the person of interest. Sean then removed his thumb yet again from his mouth as he continued to speak. “I don't know about that. She primarily takes care with all my boring paper work and drives me around to the places where I'm suppose to have my interviews, such as this house for example. She is so much fun to be around, I bet you would enjoy her company if you met her.” “And has she shown any motherly tendencies towards you? “I guess, she's really been open-minded about my feelings and has kept her maternal instincts in check...At least compared to some of the other crazy as hell amazonians around here.” Sean continued to nibble on his thumb, not realizing on what he was doing. “Sounds like a blessing in disguise. I think we have found your plan B option.” Rebecca stated as she crawled over and sat right right in front of Sean. “I'm not getting adopted. We already talked about that, remember?” Sean stated with a serious tone. “Stop being so stubborn! If the whole lawyer thing doesn't work out, you can at least have this Zoe person adopt you. She sounds like a genuinely good person. That will keep Alexa's creepy hands away from you!” Rebecca said with a delighted expression. Sean however continued to look even more frustrated. “How many times do I have to tell you! I have no intentions of being adopted! While Zoe is a really nice person, I don't see her as the type that would...”Sean stopped speaking as he started to think about Zoe and the way she held him while he slept on her stomach the previous night. His face was blushing as the images started to appear in his mind. “You can lie to me but I don't think it's fair to lie to yourself.” Rebecca said as she managed to sit herself in a cross-legged position. “What are you talking about?” Sean wasn't thrilled with Rebecca's vague way of speaking. “I'll tell you after mommy gives us our bottles.” Rebecca noticed that her adopted amazonian mommy came back into the nursery with two bottles in her hands. “I hope I didn't keep you two waiting!” Jade handed both portal littles their bottles. Rebecca quickly took her bottle while Sean hesitatingly took his. “I'm going to turn off the lights, I'll wake you two from your after-noon nap in a couple hours. Sean, I'll let you know if your partner arrives before then.” Jade then grabbed a blanket from the corner of the crib and placed it over the two, ushering them to lay down together on large single pillow that was near them. “A nap? Really?” Sean asked as he looked up at the amazonian. “Would you prefer a spanking instead?” “...Never mind.” Sean sighed and laid down, not thrilled with her demand, but he knew that he was in no position to negotiate. Sleep well!” Jade then raised the crib railings and then made a kissing gesture before slowly closing the door to the nursery. Sean looked up at the mobile that was playing above them. He still couldn't believe that he was put into this predicament. Rebecca started to suck down on her bottle while Sean held his bottle with both his hands in front of him. “Seriously? We are grown ass adults! Why are we suppose to have some sort of stupid as hell after-noon nap?” Sean looked over at Rebecca and soon realized at how silly he sounded as he watched her quietly suck on the bottle. Despite his obvious objections, he knew that he was seen as a mere infant that needed to be cared for by the majority of the amazonians. It was almost at that moment that his face also started to blush due to being only inches from Rebecca's face as they laid beside each other. “What's got you all flustered about? Rebecca asked in a playful manner as she continued to stare at Sean right in his eyes. “Your so close! Don't you find this to be rather...Difficult?” Sean tried to come up with a proper response for the way he was feeling, but apparently, Rebecca didn't seem to mind it at all. “I guess you could say that I feel the opposite. I'm rather thankful that I could finally meet with someone that can talk on the same level as me. Most littles that I have play-dates with are usually mentally regressed beyond the level four stage, so their really isn't much of a conversation to be had.” Sean could see that Rebecca looked genuinely happy to have him around. He didn't know what to think at that moment. He decided to suck on the bottle as a temporary form of distraction. For the next few minutes, Sean continued to stare up at the mobile as he remained motionless in the crib. He would take a few glances at Rebecca as she continued to stare at him while sucking down on her bottle. “Let's get back on the topic from before...Ugh what was it again? Sean was too distracted by Rebecca's continuous stare down. She just giggled at how easily flustered he could get. “Sean is so easy to read. That's kinda neat.” Rebecca stated in her mind as she took the bottle out of her mouth. “It was regarding your true feelings for Zoe. If you want, I could explain a few things about it.” Rebecca said as she kept her bottle only a few inches from her mouth. “What do you mean by true feelings?” I'm not hiding anything about her!” Sean tried to act defensive but he kept thinking back to last night and how everything transpired with Zoe. “I personally believe that you enjoy being cared for by this amazonian named Zoe. While you may not prefer being babied by any other amazonian. I think that you have found a special bond with her and continue to seek more of her attention and warmth as a way to cope with your daily stresses in life. I wouldn't be surprised if she had her own personal plans to adopt you. Perhaps she is waiting for your permission?”” “No way! She's not the type of person that would do that!” Sean continued to blush as Rebecca simply smirked at Sean, she did not see things the same way he did. “I could always ask my mommy to adopt you. I wouldn't mind having a baby brother to hang around with on a daily basis, Hehe!” Rebecca said as she smiled gleefully at Sean. “Don't joke about stuff like that!” Sean's face kept getting more flushed and Rebecca easily noticed the change of color in his cheeks. “Sorry about that, I won't tease you anymore!” She then patted him on the head. Sean didn't know how to respond so he just continued to suck down on his bottle while keeping his head down. “Regarding Zoe... I'll admit that I've grown rather...Attached to her, but it was never always like this. Especially when I first met her. She seemed pretty out-going but it always felt professional and not all that deeply personal. But sometimes I wonder...She feels like a person that I've known for years.” Sean knew that he his feelings for Zoe were stronger than normal and he felt that something was amiss about it. After all, he had only known her for only a week. “Hmm...You didn't come to this dimension with the intentions to be adopted in the first place. You were like me, you wished to seek your own form of independence, so there has to be a catalyst for the odd way that you have been feeling about her.” Rebecca started to think about Sean's current mental state and what he could be going through. “Who in the heck would come here to be personally turned into someone's baby? That just doesn't seem possible!” Sean said as he started thinking about the tourism program that Diamond Tours used. “You would be surprised, there are plenty of people that seek a refuge from their former lives. It's not our place to judge. Anyhow, I think I may know what you are exactly experiencing. First I have a question. Were you mentally regressed at either levels three through six before you met with Zoe for the very first time?” “Nope. I was placed on level two by Alexa when I first met her, though I didn't really feel all that different from my normal self.” Sean replied. “That's good to hear. Knowing Alexa, if she had her way, I bet you would have already be permanently regressed as soon as you met with her. Anyhow, did you first meet with this Zoe person while you had a clear state of mind and were not effected by any of the mental regression effects? Rebecca asked. “Ya, nothing happened when we hung out with each other. We seemed to get along quite well and had a good time at the mall.” Sean stated. Next question. Were you mentally regressed at any point after you met with Zoe?” Rebecca asked. “I was. My apartment manager accidentally regressed me to the level three stage. It was pretty weird. Thinking back, it was almost like a dream of sorts.” “Interesting...Did you meet up with Zoe while in your regressed state?” “No, I met up with her a day later, but when I did, she seemed even more charming than usual. It felt so...Natural to be close with her. That's kinda weird, now that I think about it.” “Hmm...I think I might have a answer to what you are going through. It's not common knowledge and it's not talked about nearly enough, but in certain circumstances, when a little is mentally regressed to level three or higher for the first time, a part of their regressed mental state, can continue to linger in their mind for the next few weeks. It can also effect their rational and judgment if they meet a amazonian that they grow rather fond of.” Sean was surprised by what he was hearing, he didn't want to believe it but it started to make sense as he remembered last night when Zoe changed him into his very first diaper and even went as far as to bottle feeing him. Rebecca could see that he was coming to terms with his situation. “But why is that? I heard that the mental regression effects are only serious at level six! What gives!” Sean was alarmed with how safe and natural he felt being around Zoe. Even now, he didn't feel disgusted with the way she changed and fed him. “It's a rare symptom of mental regression called recessive attachment. It doesn't happen often and is not very well known even among the amazonian community.” “Holy shit.” Sean now understood as to why he was so comfortable with Zoe. “As for level six, it only guarantee's that you will enjoy your babyhood if you grow accustomed to the amazonian that you are mentally closest with. It wasn't a immediate change with me, but I eventually accepted my mommy and lifestle after being regressed at the level six stage. And based on what I've learned about the regression system and what you have told me about this Zoe person, I can only say one thing if you truly don't want to be adopted...Don't EVER let her personally breast-feed you.” Sean was surprised by the sudden change of tone in her voice. “What exactly will happen if I do?” Sean asked, he already assumed the answer but he wanted a full confirmation from someone that has already gone through this. “You will most likely have no desire to leave this dimension ever again. I bet that you will enjoy being babied by Zoe for the rest of your life. That is if she manages to nurse you with her own milk. Your real family will become secondary as you assimilate to your new infantile life .” Sean's mouth was hanging open due to the shocking response. “That's...Just...Wrong...I also have a hard time believing that. Your telling me, that I would forsake everything that I have accomplished including my family...By just by drinking some weird as heck amazonian milk!? “That's right. I've seen it happen to plenty of portal littles that visit this dimension. Many amazonians will try to become friends with the tourists that visit this dimension. It's not entirely intentional but the intimate affection of the amazonians can cause a normal little to become almost dependent on them if they are regressed at level three or higher. It's pretty much a guarantee at level six if the relationship between the little and the amazonian is relatively strong. And if it doesn't work out after the little recovers from the mental regressed mindset, the amazonian will still have had at least three whole days to take care of the temporary regressed portal little. I will be frank, amazonian milk is no joke. It's potency will turn any little into a babbling baby for three straight days no matter what. And in most cases like mine, we will come to adapt our new reality and be content with everything that we have.” Rebecca stated as she then started to brush Sean's hair with her hand. Sean felt oddly conflicted with how Rebecca explained her situation. She was basically saying that her personal choices and opinions have already been influenced by the effects of the mental regression and their was no real issue with that. Now it makes sense...No wonder I'm so obedient in having to wear a freaking diaper! I really need to get the hell out of here before it's too late!” Before Sean could to sit up, he noticed that that Rebecca was firmly holding onto his left arm with both her hands. Sean looked over and could see that she was blushing slightly herself. He didn't understand as to why. “Listen...I know it's not the popular opinion, but this type of life isn't as bad as you think. It all comes down to the amazonian that ends up adopting you. I personally believe that you should have a serious talk with this Zoe person and perhaps something good will come from it.” Sean couldn't believe at what he was hearing, he wanted to respond appropriately but was unable to as Rebecca moved her face only inches away from his. It caught him completely off guard and it made him forget anything else that was on his mind at the moment. And...Uh...What... what about you!? Don't you miss your family? Did being breast-fed by Jade make you forget about them?” Sean did his best to not stutter with his words. He could feel Rebecca's warm breathe brush against his lips. He wasn't sure if she was going to kiss him or was just teasing with him again. “I haven't forgotten them...In some ways I kinda wish I did. My folks were heavy drug abusers and the farthest thing from being legitimate parents. I did not have a ideal childhood. I guess you can say that this is a second chance for me. My mommy, Jade...She saved me from literally losing everything after I blew my chances with Diamond Tours. I do wish that some things could be different but I'm not going to lie and say that I'm not thankful for where I have ended up in.” Sean was then caught by surprise again as Rebecca wrapped her legs around his waist as he could feel her diaper rubbing against his. “Rebecca! Are you alright? You are very...Very...Close!” Sean watched as Rebecca then wrapped her arms around his body and embraced him in a gentle warm hug. A loud yawn could be heard from her voice. “Sorry Sean...I guess I'm being kinda selfish. It's just so nice after all these years... To meet with someone just like me. All I want...Is to have a playmate that I can relate too. I just wanna...” Rebecca nuzzled her face into Sean's chest as she closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep while clinging onto his body. Sean didn't know what to think. He started to assume that Rebecca saw him in a more romantic or even lustful way, but after the way she spoke, it turned out that she was rather lonely since she had not met many portal littles that could relate or speak to her. “I've always wanted to have a girl put her arms around me...I just never expected it to be like this..” Sean knew that Rebecca wanted him to stay even if she didn't come out and say it. It made sense as to why she was so fixated on having him adopted. He didn't really mind the having a friend like Rebecca but not at the cost of his very adult-hood. “I'm a eighteen year old guy, wearing nothing but a diaper and laying in a crib alongside a girl that is also wearing just a diaper. This definitely wasn't in the job description!” Sean said sarcastically to himself. He decided to close his eyes as the warmth coming from Rebecca's body was helping put his ongoing anxiety at ease and also causing his eyelids to get heavier. Sean used his free right hand to grab hold of the bottle and started to suck down on it again, as he enjoyed the taste of the juice that was inside. “This stuff...Isn't half bad...” As Sean closed his eyes, he unknowingly put his thumb back into his mouth after dropping the bottle right next to him. He continued to suck on it as he slept for the next couple of hours with Rebecca right beside him in peaceful bliss. During that time, his diaper started to get warmer as he unknowingly wet his himself again. Thankfully his diaper was able to hold in everything that was released from his bladder. What awaited him in his future was still unknown but waking up in a wet diaper was most certain.

(I wrote this years ago, back in my fanfiction days. Some money may have exchanged hands for me to continue it, so I brought it back from the dead. I tried to find my original posting, but It's gone. So this is a repost with two new chapters.) The five and a half year old brown haired girl sat with her face scrunched in concentration as she stared deeply at the group of cheerios sitting on the kitchen table. MOVE! She yelled at it within her mind. “What the hell are you doing you little brat? Clean this mess off the table!” Harry Wormwood barked at his daughter. “Yes, daddy.” Matilda quickly answered swiping her hand across the table and scooping up the scattered pieces of cereal into her palm before making her way over to the trash can. “I work too damn hard for you to be wasting food like that!” The large man with the receding hairline said. “Sorry, daddy.” Matilda said returning to the table to properly pour herself a bowl of cereal this time. Matilda scooped a spoonful of cheerios in her mouth as she sat deep in thought. Maybe this was all just her imagination, Matilda thought to herself ignoring her older brother, Mikey, who had began throwing his own cereal at her. She had thought for sure she had somehow blown that TV in the living room to bits the other night. All she had done was glare at it while wishing it would break and the next thing everyone knew, it exploded! Maybe it was all just a coincidence. Maybe she had stayed up one too many nights reading past her bedtime. Matilda simply sighed again as she got up and put her empty bowl in the kitchen sink before finishing getting ready for kindergarten. Matilda slipped on her favorite blue dress before carefully brushing her hair and tying it up with her red silk ribbon. After carefully going over her “special homework” from Miss Honey (8th grade algebra) she packed up her backpack and waited by the car. Soon Matilda was on her way to her most favorite place of all-school. Matilda smiled widely as she took her seat behind her best friend after saying good morning to Miss Honey. “Want to hear something crazy?” Matilda whispered to her friend. “The other night I think I broke my families TV set; with my mind!” “I think you’ve been reading too much.” Lavender said giggling. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” Matilda agreed smiling, but suddenly frowned when she was alerted by a sudden pressure coming from her bladder. Matilda looked at the clock checking to see how much time she had before class started. If the Trunchbull found her out in the hallway even a second after the bell rang! She didn’t even want to think about that! “You okay?” Lavender asked seeing the sudden serious expression on her friends face. “I have to go to the bathroom.” Matilda admitted blushing slightly. Normally she could hold it no problem, but today was show and tell and she didn’t want to be distracted at all. Suddenly the bell rang as everyone ran to their seats before the Trunchbull made her morning rounds. Everyone jumped slightly as a large stern looking woman with her hair pulled into a tight bun holding a leather riding crop stormed in un-announced. “Surprise inspection!” The Trunchbull yelled snapping the riding crop in her hand. “Everyone on your feet!” All the children, including Miss Honey, nervously sprang up at attention. “Textbooks have been going missing from my office!” The Trunchbull said walking up and down the row of children glaring at each and everyone of them as they all nervously averted their eyes. “I think I know just who the thief is!” The Trunchbull said glaring down onto the small brown haired girl. “Wormwood! Open your backpack!” Matilda gulped as she picked up her bag and unzipped it before having it suddenly snatched out of her hand and overturned onto the floor. Textbooks of various grade levels spilled onto the ground with loud thumps as the Trunchbull bent down to pick up the Intermediate Algebra book that under normal circumstances a kindergartener should have no business carrying around. “I-t’s not what it looks like!” Matilda stuttered as she felt the back of her dress grabbed. “Oh, I think It’s exactly what it looks like!” The Trunchbull said smiling maliciously while showing off her yellowing teeth. “You’ve been stealing books out of my office!” She spat. “Ms. Trunchbull, please-” Miss Honey started to say. “Shut up, Jen.” The fat woman said grabbing a fistful of Matilda’s hair from the back of her head causing the young girl to wince in pain as her eyes watered. “I’ve caught the thief red handed! Don’t try and cover for her!” She snarled pointing the riding crop at the blond woman who looked on with a look of horror on her face. “I’m taking the brat where she belongs and if you take one step out of this classroom you're fired!” She threatened while dragging Matilda through the hall and into her office. “No, please! Not the Chokee!” Matilda begged as she was drug along. “That’s exactly where you’re going you good for nothing thief!” She yelled opening a separate door that had several large nails and pieces of glass protruding from the inside. Matilda grimaced as the door was opened to reveal the tiny space only a child could fit in without being impaled by the sharp pointy objects. “Now stay there!” The Trunchbull said pushing the young girl into the corner and slamming the door closed and bolting it with several dead locks. Matilda whimpered as she stood in place while the door was shut leaving her in total blackness. Tears rushed into the young girls eyes as she stood trembling in the dark from fear. How long would she have to stay in here? An hour went by and then another as the cause of the girls trembling went from fear to her steadily filling bladder. She tried to take her mind off of it by thinking about the latest book she had read by Charles Dickens. Matilda moaned quietly shifting from foot to foot thankful that her small size allowed her that much room to move about. Her teacher, Miss Honey, had been giving her textbooks from more advanced grades to help her prepare for college. The Trunchbull must have noticed they had begun to go missing from the supply cabinet in her office. “I have to pee.” Matilda whispered in agony as she grabbed the front of her dress and bunched the material inside her legs to get a better hold. What was it that she had read about the human urinary system? Girls her age could only hold so many mls before their bladders gave up. Matilda moaned again as she used both her hands to press down in order to apply extra pressure. She didn’t dare call out for help for fear of her sentence inside the Chokee being doubled, or even tripled, but she was running out of time. If she had an accident who knows how the Trunchbull would punish her. Not just the Trunchbull, but her parents as well! Last time she wet the bed they hit her upside the head and took away all her books for a week! She was only three at the time to boot; she didn't want to know what would happen if her mom was called to the school to pick her up because she had wet. Matilda grimaced as she felt moisture beginning to enter her panties. She pressed down even harder and slightly bent her knees as much as the small space would allow. Another ten minutes in she had begun to leak for a second. Matilda wondered how long she had been in here. How many hours had it been? She moaned in desperation as a second longer leak escaped and then a third. “SOMEONE HELP!” She finally yelled out as the door began clanging as if someone was trying to open and close it without undoing the deadbolts. Finally after several hours Matilda lost control as she felt warm liquid beginning to trickle down her legs; slowly at first but picking up momentum as Matilda finally gave up and removed her hands as she sobbed. The steady stream of urine trickled and pattered onto the ground soaking her panties, socks, shoes and dress. Matilda continued to cry; she was hungry, tired, wet and miserable. Her eyes grew wide with fear as she heard someone approaching and undoing the dead bolt. There wasn’t enough time for her accident to have dried; there was no way to hide this. She clenched her eyes shut waiting for the worst as the door was quickly opened. “Oh, Matilda.” She heard as she opened her eyes to find a very worried looking Miss. Honey. “It’s okay, sweetie.” Miss Honey said pulling the girl out and wrapping her into a tight embrace while Matilda couldn’t help but cry and beg for forgiveness. “Honey, it’s okay. It’s not your fault.” Her teacher said kneeling down to her height and lightly tracing the girl’s tear streaked face with her palm. “I’m sorry!” Matilda continued to sob, but stopped when she felt herself suddenly get lifted into the air causing her to wrap her arms around Miss Honey’s neck as she buried her head in her shoulder as she was carried down the hall. “Please don’t call my parents.” She begged as she was set down in the bathroom. “Why not? I’m sure they’ll understand. Accidents happen-” “No! They won’t!” Matilda insisted locking her fear filled eyes with Ms. Honey’s. “I wet the bed when I was three and and.” She said starting to sob again. Ms. Honey bit her lip anxiously thinking of what to do. Clearly something had happened in the past to worry her this much. This was so unlike the normally mature girl. Ms. Honey finally nodded in understanding as she remembered the last run in she had had with Matilda’s parents. “Alright, honey, I won’t call your parents.” The teacher assured her. “How about you wait here and I’ll see if the nurse has anything.” “Okay.” Matilda agreed calming down some and went and hid in a cubicle until her teacher had returned. “Matilda, I’m back.” Ms. Honey said entering the girls bathroom carrying a dress as Matilda peaked her head out from the stall. “How about you go in the big stall.” She suggested as she began to dampen a washcloth in the sink before following the girl into the teachers only cubicle. “Go ahead and take off anything that’s wet.” Miss Honey instructed as Matilda was forced to remove, well, everything while Matilda blushed as Miss Honey began cleaning her wet skin. “I’m sorry, dear, but this is all the nurse had in the way of underwear.” Miss Honey said apologetically as she held up the babyish teddy bear print diaper. Matilda blushed furiously while Miss Honey helped her put it on still standing and tape it up. “I’m sorry.” Matilda apologized again looking away once they were back in the empty classroom. “This wasn’t your fault.” Miss Honey said kneeling down and wrapping her arms around the girl in a big hug. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. You were in there for four hours; I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner. Would you like to come over to my house after school? I can wash your clothes for you.” She offered referring to the bag Matilda kept hidden under her chair containing her soiled dress. “I’d like that.” Matilda nodded with a smile. Chapter 2 Jennifer Honey sat at her desk with a worried expression plastered all over her face. She shifted anxiously about in her chair as her eyes fell upon the empty desk that should have been seating her star pupil. While she loved each and every student in her kindergarten class; there was something special about Matilda. Her intelligence far surpassed any student in this school yet she was only six. How could she have been so stupid, Miss Honey chastised herself. She thought the Trunchbull wouldn’t notice a few books missing here and there, but she was wrong and now Matilda was paying the price. She needed to find a way to get her out of there, but with the Trunchbull sitting in a chair in the corner watching her there was nothing she could do. Miss Honey bit her lip anxiously as she worried about Matilda. She had seen children come out from the chokee completely traumatized and she couldn’t blame them. This had to be illegal she thought while she walked around passing out worksheets for her students. Suddenly the lights in the classroom began to flicker on and off as the Trunchbull jumped to her feet. Ms. Honey hid her smile knowing how superstitious the Trunchbull was. Maybe if something else happened she hoped while stealing the occasional glance over her shoulder at the giant olympian that was gawking up at the florescent lights while beating the case with her riding crop. Ms. Honey began instructing the children on how to work through the addition problems but froze mid sentence as suddenly the door to the classroom sprung open and then loudly slammed shut by itself. Ms. Trunchbull cowered away from the door as it continued to open and close by itself. Ms. Honey peeked into the hall as her eyes widened in surprise to see all the doors to all classrooms were opening and banging shut by themselves. The lights continued to flicker on and off as if someone was playing with the lightswitch. Ms. Trunchbull at that moments found what little courage she had left and sprinted out the door as it slammed shut behind her before opening once again. Teachers began peeking into the hallway to see what was going on as the Trunchbull sprinted down the hall, out the building and to her car. Ms. Honey immediately made a beeline for the principal's office after she timed her escape from the self operating doors. After jumping into the hallway she began sprinting until she got to the chokee to see the door rattling and shaking. Quickly Miss Honey unfastened the dead bolt and threw the door open to find the sobbing child standing in a puddle of urine. “It’s okay, sweetie, Ms. Trunchbulls gone now. You can come out.” Miss Honey said gently coaching the shaking child into her arms. “It’s okay.” “I’m sorry!” Matilda cried as she felt Miss Honey wrap her arms around her and pick her up. “Shh. It’s okay, Matilda.” Miss Honey whispered rocking the girl in place noticing that the lights had stopped flickering and all was finally still. How strange she thought as she carried the girl into the nearest bathroom and set her down. “Please don’t call my parents.” Matilda begged with wide pleading eyes filled with fear. Normally it would have been school policy for any and all accidents to be reported, but something in the girls eyes told her she should let this slide. What could she tell her parents anyway? Your daughter wet herself while we locked her in a cage for half the day? “Alright.” Miss Honey agreed. “I’ll try and find you something to wear.” She walked back down the hall towards the nurse's office while ignoring the streams of kids and teachers pooled into the hall for lunch break. “Ah, Jenny! What can I do for you?” The school nurse said looking up from her paperwork. “Hi, Carol. You wouldn’t happen to have any clothes that would fit a six year old girl, would you?” “You can check the lost and found box.” Carol said pointing to a drawer. “Thank you.” Miss Honey said digging through the box and pulling out a white one piece dress that looked like it would fit the girl. “What about underwear?” She asked after going through the box of mostly sweaters. “No, I don’t have any. What happened?” Carol asked looking up. “One of my students was put in the chokee for too long.” Ms. Honey explained with a sigh. “Poor things really shaken up about it.” “You want me to call her parents to come get her?” Carol asked quickly putting the pieces together. It wasn’t the first time a child had wet themselves from being left in there and unless something changed it wouldn’t be the last. “No, I don’t think it’s a good idea. I’ve met her parents before; I don’t think she get’s the love and support she needs at home.” Miss Honey said. “I think it would be better if I just helped her get cleaned up and we move on.” “You wouldn’t be talking about the Wormwoods, would you?” Carol asked going through some drawers. “Yep.” Miss Honey said nodding. “How’d you know?” “I called her mom once when Matilda came in with a fever. She told me to tell Matilda to suck it up, told me not to bother her and hung up.” Carol explained opening up a package and pulling out a plastic garment. “She can’t go without underwear so she’ll have to wear this.” She said holding up the diaper. “You don’t have anything else? I think this would just upset her more.” Miss Honey said frowning while examining the folded up garment with cute printed teddy bears. “It’s not even a pull up.” “Sorry.” Carol apologized with a shrug. “Kids don’t leave underwear lying around, thankfully. Here’s a washcloth too.” “It’ll have to do, thank you.” Miss Honey said before rushing back to the bathroom to find Matilda hiding in a cubicle. “It’s okay, no one else is in here. How about you come out and I’ll help you get cleaned up.” “What if someone walks in?” Matilda squeaked while Miss Honey dampened the green washcloth in the sink. “Then let’s go in the big stall. I found some clothes that will fit you.” Miss Honey said smiling comfortingly once Matilda finally stepped out of the cubicle and followed her teacher into the larger stall. “Alright, let’s see.” Miss Honey said inspecting the damage. The poor thing was literally soaked. “Go ahead and take off everything wet.” Matilda silently nodded turning her head away as she pulled down her soaked blue striped panties and dress leaving her completely naked. She jumped slightly as Miss Honey knelt down and began wiping her legs down with the damp wash cloth. Matilda blushed and closed her eyes. She wasn’t used to having anyone care for her and she definitely wasn’t used to having accidents. Matilda let out a quiet moan in embarrassment and covered her face with her hands as the washcloth moved higher up her legs until she felt it cleaning her privates and butt. “I’m really sorry about this next part, but It’s the only option.” Miss Honey explained as she unfolded the plastic garment as Matilda’s eyes grew wide in shock as her teacher began taping a diaper on her waist. “I-it was just a one time thing!” Matilda whimpered while her teacher adjusted and played with the waist band. “I’m- I’m not a -a baby!” “Of course you’re not a baby; you are a very wonderful and mature young girl who just had a run of bad luck is all. We just can’t have you going without underwear and this is all I could come up with.” Miss Honey explained motioning for Matilda to lift her arms so the dress could be slipped on. “There! All better.” She said smiling as she unlatched the door while Matilda picked up her wet clothes and followed Miss Honey out. “Thank you.” Matilda said still refusing to make eye contact after they returned to the now empty classroom once they found a bag to put the wet clothes in. Miss Honey glanced at the embarrassed young girl who took her seat and stared out the window. Miss Honey wondered what she could to do make Matilda feel better until an idea struck her. “Would you like to come to my house after school?” Miss Honey asked. “I have a large collection of all sorts of books you’d be interested in. I could even wash your clothes for you.” She smiled seeing the shine in Matilda’s eyes return as the girl nodded gleefully. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………. The rest of the day went along smoothly without any paranormal activity. Miss Honey quietly chuckled to herself as she saw Matilda making weird faces as she tried to adjust to the extra padding underneath her. Miss Honey sighed in frustration while she quietly graded papers during nap time. While other students were learning how to read and write basic words and letters, Miss Honey had Matilda writing full essays and book reports. Another grammatically flawless research paper on the human heart she thought as she read over Matilda’s work. Matilda didn’t belong in kindergarten, or even elementary school for that matter, but the Wormwoods had nearly slammed the door in her face when she suggested she begin preparations for college. The Trunchbull was of course no help either, accusing Miss Honey of being weak minded and that she was attempting to “pass the little brat off on someone else”. Seeing no other solution, Miss Honey took it upon herself to provide Matilda with the proper level of education she deserved and began trying to assess just how high of a grade level she should be at. So far she had aced every test this school had to offer which put her above the 6th grade. What she really needed was a full time private tutor, but there was no way she could ever convince the Wormwoods to pay for something like that. Once the final bell had rung dismissing the children, Matilda hung back eagerly awaiting getting to spend alone time with her favorite person. “Ready?” Miss Honey asked smiling as Matilda enthusiastically nodded her head. “You need to call home first and make sure it’s okay with your family.” “Oh.” Matilda said as she bit her lip. “Okay.” She said finally dialing the number into the phone sitting atop the desk. Miss Honey frowned as she overheard the conversation on the other side that sounded a lot like “Don’t bother me with that.” “They said it’s fine.” Matilda lied. Close enough Miss Honey thought as she grabbed her stuff and walked out the door. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Just how had she let this happen Miss Honey thought as the two of them huddled together in the small closet in the mansion. She should have never told Matilda the story of her childhood. She thought that by explaining to Matilda that she hadn’t grown up in a loving home either Matilda wouldn’t feel so alone. The young girl had looked shocked to learn of Miss Honey’s father’s death and of being forced to live with the Trunchbull as her aunt growing up. What she hadn’t expected was Matilda to run into the house when she told her of her lost doll that was left behind. While walking past the mansion that rightfully belonged to Miss Honey, the two had hid behind some bushes as they watched the Trunchbull pull out of the driveway and next thing she knew Matilda had made a mad dash inside to retrieve Miss Honey’s doll. Overcome with sudden nostalgia Miss Honey had looked around instead of getting Matilda and making a run for it. Not five minutes later the Trunchbull had returned and the two of them were forced to hide in the nearest closet. That was nearly two hours ago Miss Honey thought as she sat on the closet floor with Matilda in her lap. Miss Honey grimaced as Matilda leaned back putting pressure on Miss Honey’s full bladder while she cursed herself for not using the bathroom at school before she left. How was she supposed to know she’d be hiding in a closet from her deranged aunt all night? She wondered if this was how Matilda felt being stuck inside the chokee all day. She grimaced again as Matilda began shifting in her lap increasing her discomfort dramatically. The girls restlessness only seemed to be increasing as the minutes slowly dragged on. “What’s wrong?” Miss Honey whispered in Matilda’s ear when she heard a small quiet whimper escape the young girls mouth. “I have to go pee.” Matilda mumbled as she shifted again. “Yeah me too.” Miss Honey whispered back. “As soon as she goes upstairs we’ll make a break for it. Just try not to move so much.” She said as she felt a sudden spasm from her bladder from the pressure of Matilda’s constantly shifting weight against her lower stomach. Miss Honey began to worry that if they didn’t make it out soon she really would feel like how Matilda felt earlier. At least Matilda was wearing protection she thought giving the girls front a pat to see if she still had it on. Miss Honey shook from the effort of clenching as Matilda squirmed causing a little to leak out. She’d have to get Matilda to sit still or else she was going to have an accident too. There was only one way that was going to happen. “Sweetie, it’s okay if you can’t hold it.” Miss Honey whispered through clenched teeth. “Just go ahead and pee in your diaper.” “No, I can hold it!” Matilda said pressing her hands into her lower half. “I’m not a baby.” “This doesn’t make you a baby.” Miss Honey whispered wrapping her arms around Matilda to hold her in place. “It’s called being resourceful and making due with what you have available.” “But…” Matilda mumbled trying to think of a counter argument. “Sweetie, just go. You’ll feel better.” Miss Honey encouraged holding the girl against her while petting Matilda’s hair. “I won’t tell anyone.” “Promise?” Matilda asked as her face burned with embarrassment at the thought of wetting a diaper while sitting in her teachers lap. “Promise.” “O-okay.” Matilda mumbled turning her body and burying her head into Miss Honey’s shoulder as the woman tried to comfort her by rubbing her back. Miss Honey bit her knuckle and clenched her thighs together while she heard the loud hissing of Matilda relieving herself into the garment secured to her waist. Miss Honey could feel the diaper slowly expanding atop her legs and growing warm. Matilda lightly trembled as she kept her head buried in her teacher’s arms. “It’s okay.” Miss Honey whispered when she realized the girl had begun to cry. “Shh we still need to be quiet.” She said as she lightly patted the girls back. “I’m going to be in the same boat soon if we can’t get out of here.” She admitted as she sharply inhaled wishing the space she was in was big enough to move around. “What time do you think it is?” Matilda asked as she felt her teacher beginning to tremble and fidget. “Six maybe.” Miss Honey said through her now labored breathing. “Matilda, no!” She gasped as Matilda stood and slowly opened the closet door to peek her head out. “She’s watching a movie.” Matilda whispered sitting back down in Miss Honey’s lap who let out an audible groan. “Miss Honey,” Matilda said studying the pained expression on her teachers face in the dimly lit closet from the cracks in the doorway. She smiled sympathetically knowing her teacher wasn’t going to last much longer. Miss Honey let out a weak smile as she clenched her fists at her side. “I guess now I understand what you went through today.” She groaned feeling a leak escape and then another as she desperately tried to keep holding it in despite her dress already becoming visibly wet. “It’s okay, Miss Honey.” Matilda said wrapping her teacher in a hug once her little hand had felt the dampness on her teachers dress. “I won’t tell either.” With misty eyes Miss Honey nodded knowing it was going to happen anyway. She patted Matilda’s head as she forced her clenched and trembling body to relax. Almost immediately pee gushed and hissed into Miss Honey’s panties as it pooled beneath her soaking her dress and legs. “I can’t believe I just did that.” Miss Honey said with a depressed sigh. “ I haven’t had an accident since I was a little girl.” After another 20 minutes Matilda stood and peaked her head out the door again to find the Trunchbull snoring loudly in the recliner. “She’s asleep.” Matilda whispered as Miss Honey stood from her puddle on the ground and peeked her head out. Quickly and silently the two made their way through the house and out the front door. It was nearly 7pm by the time they made it to Miss Honey’s and both were in desperate need of cleaning up. After throwing all the clothes in the wash Miss Honey took a quick shower before calling Matilda’s parents to ask if she could stay the night. After getting a less than courteous, “You can keep her for all I care” Miss Honey hung up the phone and was about to ask Matilda what she wanted for dinner when she heard a sudden “Woah!” Come from the living room. Matilda stood looking up at the overflowing bookshelf that took up nearly half the wall. Her brown eyes sparkled as she read over all the different titles. Miss Honey smiled as she quietly watched before taking a seat in her favorite recliner and instructed the girl to pick one. Matilda stood indecisive for a moment before finally choosing one about a dragon. Miss Honey then motioned for Matilda to climb up in her lap as the young brown haired girl eagerly obliged as she pushed up the sleeves to one of the woman’s old T-shirts that nearly went down to Matilda’s knees. After snuggling up close to her teacher Matilda began to read out loud with ease, never stumbling over any difficult words until she could barely keep her eyes open. Miss Honey finished reading the chapter for her as Matilda closed her eyes and rested her head on Miss Honey’s chest as she listened to the woman’s voice lulling her to sleep. “I wish you were my mommy.” Matilda muttered before losing consciousness. Miss Honey stopped reading in surprise and looked down to find the young girl fast asleep. She smiled and set the book down as she lightly stroked Matilda’s back. “I wish I was your mommy too.” She replied. Chapter 3 There was just no way she could make this happen she thought as drew up a document of her monthly finances and bills. She could barely support herself on her income. How could she support a small child? Not to mention she’d need to get her a private tutor. Miss Honey sighed before switching off her monitor and joining the girl in her bed who appeared dead to the world. She smiled as watched the girls deep even breathing for a few moments before flicking off the light on her nightstand. It was a nice thought, but it could never work on her current income. Who's to say her parents would even just hand her over to her just because she asked? Them supporting her while living here would probably be too much to ask for as well. How would she even start that conversation? Hi, remember me? Since you don’t seem to want Matilda, can I have her? There’s just no way she thought until she felt a pair of tiny arms wrap around her waist as a small body huddled up resting it’s head on her stomach. I’ll find a way, Miss Honey thought to herself while running her fingers through the young girls thick brown hair as the pair slept peacefully through the night. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Miss Honey was the first to awaken Wednesday morning in the darkened room. She squinted her eyes at the digital alarm clock which read 6:08 AM. Just a few more minutes, she thought taking notice of the sleeping girl cuddled up against her chest. She could be yours, the voice inside Miss Honey’s head told her as she lightly rubbed the girls shoulder. Can she really? Miss Honey thought as the girl began to slightly stir. “Time to wake up, Matilda,” Miss Honey whispered as the girl slowly opened her brown eyes before searching the room in confusion until finally they met with the woman’s kind smile. “Did you sleep well?” She asked as Matilda nodded her head in response as Miss Honey began lightly stroking the back of the girls head. Suddenly Matilda’s eyes went wide as the color drained from her young face causing Miss Honey to retract her hand. Was she uncomfortable with this much affection? The woman tried to best to read the startled features on the young girls face, but came up with a blank. It was almost as if she looked...afraid? “Honey, what’s wrong?” She asked growing concerned once Matilda’s eyes had quickly begun to fill with tears. Suddenly the girl ducked into the covers before pulling them up over her head as she curled into a ball sobbing. “Matilda, please come out.” Miss Honey said worried. Did she do something wrong? Did she somehow hurt her? Why are the lights flickering? The bed is...shaking. An earthquake! “I-I can’t.” The woman heard coming from underneath the covers. “Why not?” Miss Honey asked, but received no reply. “Would you come out if I made...french toast?” Nothing. “Pancakes?” Still nothing. “You’ll have to come out if you want to go to school.” Miss Honey said smiling at finally seeing movement underneath the covers as a small tear streaked face popped out. “What’s got you so upset this morning? Are you scared of earthquakes?” She asked as Matilda shook her head. “The only time I’ve seen you this upset was when you...oh.” Miss Honey said as she pulled back the blankets to confirm her suspicion. “I-I’m sorry!” Matilda said as more tears fell down her face. “Matilda, it’s ok.” Miss Honey said with a soft smile. “Look at me; it’s ok. It was just an accident.” “I haven’t wet the bed since I was three.” Matilda mumbled looking back down. “How about I run a bath for you, and we forget this happened? Just like yesterday,” Miss Honey said as Matilda nodded her head as her teacher lead her into the bathroom to run the bath. Matilda stood awkwardly in the corner gripping the bottom of the now wet T-shirt as she watched Miss Honey fill up the tub for her. “Go ahead and get in and I’ll bring you your clothes and a towel.” She said. “Just go ahead and throw the shirt on the ground, and I’ll wash it later with the bedding.” Matilda nodded again and undressed before tentatively sticking her foot in the water to check the temperature before slowly lowering herself in the tub. I can’t believe I peed in Miss Honey’s bed, Matilda thought as she breathed a heavy sigh. That’s three times in one day! She’s never going to let me stay over again. Matilda let herself sink lower into the water as she imagined her teacher telling the entire class what she had done. What if she puts me in the chokey as punishment? Once Matilda was settled in Miss Honey walked to the back of her cottage where she stored her washer and dryer. After collecting the girls now clean clothes from the previous day and a towel Miss Honey stood in front of the open bathroom door studying the girls worried expression as she sat motionless in the tub. Poor thing, she thought before making her presence known. “You look so down.” Miss Honey commented as she sat on the closed toilet seat lid. “I enjoyed getting to read with you last night.” She said after a moment of silence. “I enjoyed it too.” Matilda said while finally meeting the woman’s gaze. “I’m sorry about your bed. You’re probably never going to let me come over again.” She said sadly. “Matilda, it’s normal for kids your age to occasionally have accidents; these things happen. Haven’t you ever read that?” “I did, but it’s not normal for me.” “Have you been stressed more lately?” Miss Honey asked as she began digging through the bottom cupboards underneath the sink and produced a large plastic cup with a nearly completely faded design. “I guess being put in the chokey was pretty scary.” Matilda admitted. “It would scare me too.” Miss Honey agreed as she dunked the cup into the water and poured it over the girls’ head. “I don’t like being in tight spaces. Miss Trunchbull used to lock me in the closet for hours as punishment. Ever since I can’t handle feeling trapped.” “Were you scared yesterday in the closet?” Matilda asked as Miss Honey nodded. “I was, but you were there with me so it wasn’t too bad.” Miss Honey said splashing the girl in the face. “Hey!” Matilda said giggling. “You’re always welcome here, Matilda; bedwetter or not.” Miss Honey said with a smile as the light returned in the girls eyes. “Really?” Matilda asked. “Really.” Miss Honey answered. “As long as it’s okay with your parents of course. I can’t just kidnap you, but whenever you feel like staying over you’re more than welcome. “Now, think you can hand me that shampoo bottle over there? It’s the white one in the corner.” “Sure.” Matilda said as she stretched out her hand. Suddenly the white bottle began to shake before it slowly rose in the air by itself and floated gently into the girls outstretched hand. Matilda stared at the bottle in utter shock before slowly meeting the woman's equally stunned gaze as the two sat in silence trying to process what just happened. Chapter 4 Matilda sat alone in her room among the pile of borrowed library books thinking about the past two days. It seemed no matter how hard she tried, her thoughts kept drifting back to her afternoon in the Chokey. The feeling of being trapped inside that tiny little space made her chest tighten in anxiety. She closed her eyes, while taking a few deep breaths as she leaned back on top of her bed. It was bad enough she had had an accident then, but to follow it up by being put in a diaper by Ms. Honey. She shivered at the thought. Then she got them both locked in a closet for several hours where she ended up wetting the diaper, and poor Ms. Honey, she thought. It must feel so much worse for an adult to have an accident. To top the whole day off, she just had to go and wet the bed! “Ugh” Matilda moaned softly. Other than that though; it had been so... nice. Never before had she felt so cared for than she had in that 24 hour period. She smiled as she remembered the feeling of Miss Honey’s warm arms wrapped around her. When was the last time her own mother ever made her feel like that? Had she ever? No, definitely not. She had never held her or read with her, or even... said she loved her. How many perfect scores on tests had she shown her in hopes of earning some kind of praise only to be told, “that’s nice” or “I’m on the phone”. The way Ms. Honey had held her though. It had made her feel like she was actually...wanted. She probably does that with all her students though; It’s not like she was anything special. So what if she could read at a higher level or do a few math problems. She probably does that all the time. “I hope she lets me come over again sometime.” Matilda mumbled wrapping her arms around her pillow pretending it was her teacher’s soft stomach as she remembered the lovely feeling of having her hair played with. Would she ever let her over again, she wondered. It wasn’t just the bedwetting that was the problem now after all. Matilda had actually scared her teacher. She grimaced as she remembered the look Ms. Honey had given her after the bath tub incident. It was a look of pure fear. “She probably thinks I’m some kind of freak now; that’s definitely why she wants to meet with my parents alone tonight.” She had had this inexplicable feeling for days now that something...strange was going on with her and just the other day wasn’t she trying to move cereal around? To think that it actually happened though. It wasn’t just her imagination; it really happened! She was elated when she had gotten over the initial shock, until she saw the look on her teachers face however. The two had walked to school that morning in complete silence, leaving Matilda to wonder if she had done something wrong. She hadn’t meant to make the shampoo bottle move on its own, it just sort of happened. She went to reach for it, but it came to her instead. The feeling of guilt intensified when Ms. Honey forbid her to tell anyone what had happened that morning; even Lavender. She felt kind of bad ignoring her friend all day in favor of daydreaming or looking over at Ms. Honey for some sign that she wasn’t in trouble. If only she’d smile gently at me like she usually does, she thought unaware her teacher was lost in her own thoughts. Matilda had been so distracted that day that she hadn’t even finished all of her special school work like she usually did and was forced to take it home as homework on top of her usual reading assignments. Pre-Algebra and intro to chemistry just didn’t hold her interest like usual. When Matilda heard the doorbell ring, she sprang to her feet and dashed to the end of the hall peeking her head around the corner so as not to be seen. She could hear her parents grumbling about their show being interrupted as an unhappy Harry Wormwood opened the door to find one of his least favorite people standing in the doorway. “What do you want?” Harry barked. “Mr. Wormwood.” Miss Honey said trying to stand up as straight as she could under the intimidating man’s glare. “I’d like to talk to you about the possibility of adopting your daughter.” Chapter 5 The twenty-three year old dirty blond haired woman sighed and bit at the inside of her cheek as she asked herself for what felt like the millionth time how she was going to make this work. It would help if her aunt didn’t take most of her paycheck, but the fact of the matter was, she did. Nearly all of it. She told herself, as she had told herself many many times, it was the only way she could get this job. The Trunchbull had gotten her way, as she always had by terrorizing the girl growing up, and had prevented the woman from attending college, even though it was Miss. Honey’s dream to become a teacher. She was lucky in the sense that the Trunchbull didn’t care if the teachers she hired had proper teaching credentials or not, as the children’s well being was not her first priority- or any priority. Cranham Hall had an extremely high turnover rate for teachers, as it was widely known the Trunchbull would simply fire anyone right before hitting tenure, if they could even last that long. Most simply gave up mid year. As far as Miss Honey was concerned, they’d never had a teacher last more than a few years before they’d crack under the terror of the Trunchbull. So whether it was desperation, or the Dictator like Principal simply wished to continue tormenting her niece by keeping tight reigns on her, she offered Miss Honey a teaching job, under a signed contract that 75% of her wages went directly in the Trunchbull’s pocket. For “Back payment of raising her,” the woman had said. “It’s not like she could teach anywhere else without a degree,” She had told herself many times and even though she took home less than a part-time minimum wage job, she was happy….sort of. At least she was making progress. It had taken years of saving to move out on her own into her shack of a cottage, but she was finally free! - sort of. Money wasn’t everything after all, but now that she was considering expanding her one person family- it was certainly becoming a bigger and bigger problem. A problem so big in fact, she was about to face her biggest fear of all- her aunt. Her legs trembled at the thought as she tried to take deep even breathing to calm herself down. She wouldn't ask for much, perhaps make it a 50/50 deal instead of 25/75. That was reasonable, right? And that was how she had ended up in front of the headmistresses door, her legs were shaking, she felt like she was going to be sick, but it had to be done- for Matilda. “What do you want?” Trunchbull yelled from the other side of the closed door ten minutes later once Jennifer Honey had managed to find the courage, somehow, to knock on the door. “M-Ms. Trunchbull...It’s..-It’s me.” The woman choked out, fear evident in her voice- just the way Ms. Trunchbull liked it. “C-can I come in?” She asked after receiving no reply. “Whatever.” She finally heard before pausing to calm her nerves, and gently pushing open the door with a creak. “Well, what is it? I don’t have all day!” The Trunchbull barked after seeing no effort on Miss Honey’s part to begin speaking first. A trait the Trunchbull had taught her very early in life. Do not speak without being spoken too- ever. That was the number one rule. “I-i’ve been thinking of starting a family.” Miss Honey finally said trying her hardest to keep from buckling under the Trunchbull’s menacing glare. “What? You actually found someone that would fuck you!?” The Trunchbull laughed in a disbelieving way as Miss Honey cringed at the sudden rise in her voice and coarse language. “You expect me to believe someone- no ANYONE, wants to see your disgusting body. Don’t make me laugh!” She said taking her infamous riding crop and circling around the young trembling woman while looking her up and down. “With what breasts will you tempt him with?” She asked taking the end of her crop and circling around Miss Honey’s chest and poking at each meager lump underneath her shirt. “With what ass will you shake at him?” She suddenly cracked the whip against Miss Honey’s backside causing the woman to yelp in pain. “Or are you trying to marry for money perhaps?” The Trunchbull said forcefully taking the younger woman’s chin in her hand and forcing the terrified soul to look her in the eye. “ANSWER ME!” “There is no man!” Miss Honey said anxiety gripping her core. This was a bad idea, this was a very bad idea. “So then what are you planning, you conniving bitch! Trying to run away from me are you?!” “N-No, Miss Trunchbull, I-I was thinking of..of adopting a child!” She stuttered out as the beast of a woman finally released her face. “O-one of my students actually.” “Oh, and where do you plan to come up with that kind of money? Being a whore? It would suit you.” The Trunchbull sneered. Jennifer closed her eyes in order the hide the fear in them. “I-I was hoping we could re-negotiate my contract...a little.” “Why would you even want one of those disgusting little things?” The Trunchbull asked sitting down in her chair as her lip curled in disgust. “This girl is...special, unlike anything i’ve ever seen. I just want to raise her in an environment where she would feel wanted and appreciated, most of all, loved.” Miss Honey said. “I was hoping maybe, I-I could keep a bit more of my salary so this could be possible.” “I’ll give you 75%” The Trunchbull said so suddenly Miss Honey didn’t believe her ears. She could only stare at the woman blinking in confusion as the sudden understanding. Was she finally coming around? With 75% she could pull it off! “IF” Miss Trunchbull started to say with a wicked smile showing off her rotting teeth. “You can last the rest of the day in there.” She said as she pointed her riding crop at the Chokey. Miss Honey’s face fell faster than a rock falling to the bottom of a pond. In there? There was no way...not anymore. It was the place that haunted many of her nightmares. The thought of stepping anywhere near that box of death made her lungs feel as though they were no longer doing their job. A cold sweat broke out over the woman’s skin as her eyes filled with tears. “A-anything but that, please!” She begged backing away from the door as her past childhood trauma at the hands of aunt came crashing down on her. “Since you obviously don’t want her, I take it you’ll have no problem with me expelling her, will you?” The Trunchbull grinned. “You’ll never see that brat again.” “No! Please, No!” Miss Honey begged as tears fell from her face. “Don’t send her away!” Miss Honey cursed herself. Why did she have to be such a coward? Why couldn’t she be brave and stand up to her aunt? Matilda stood in there for hours yesterday because of her; so why couldn’t she do the same in return? “What will it be? Get in the box or say good-bye to Wormwood.” She taunted grabbing Jennifer by her wrist. “Now doesn’t this bring back memories. Get in the closet or I’ll break your wrist...again.” She whispered pushing the struggling woman towards the chokey. “I won’t fit!” Jennifer tried to counter attempting to become dead weight, but the menacing giant pulled her along as if she weighed nothing more than one of the children the Trunchbull bullied herself. “Oh, I’ll make you fit, Jen. You’re still the little whiny, spineless coward you’ve always been. I think a little time in the Chokey will do you some good.” She said pulling open the door with one hand and tossing her in with ease. “A single peep out of you and you’ll never see the little brat again!” She said and with that, the door was slammed shut in Miss Honey’s face as bits of nails punctured her arms. She was indeed too big, but she managed to crouch down and pull herself in a ball in order to avoid any more superficial wounds from the doors “decorations.” The only question was how long she’d last. She was beginning to hyperventilate and it had only been a few minutes. The Trunchbull was right; she was nothing more than a coward who couldn’t stand up for herself or others. What would Matilda think if she saw her like this? She was crying like a punished child. Pull yourself together! Matilda went through this yesterday and was fine! Shooken up sure, but fine. She would be fine too. Deep breathes and keep your thoughts on something else. Miss Honey distracted herself with thoughts of the heroines in books she had loved as a little girl. Books had always helped her through those long miserable days as the Trunchbulls “plaything.” How many hours had she locked herself in her bedroom reading as an escape from her deranged aunt? Jennifer had always dreamed of being brave like them, but in truth, she was as weak, timid and powerless now as she was back then. Her goal was simply to be the kind of adult she wished she had in her life growing up. What she really wanted most of all, was to be that adult in Matilda’s life. From what she could tell, she deserved so much more than what her “family” had to offer. Matilda needed someone who could recognize just how special she really was- strange telekinetic powers and all. Miss Honey smiled faintly in the darkness remembering the previous night. Matilda had indeed said she wished Miss Honey was her mom, and it had sent the woman's heart a flutter like nothing ever had before. She had greatly enjoyed getting to cuddle up in her favorite chair while holding her and just listening to her read until Matilda had fallen asleep in her arms. It was pure bliss and the ache in her heart longed for more. Miss Honey had a lot of time while locked up to think about her second largest challenge. How would she convince the Wormwood’s to give her custody of their daughter? While not the most intelligent beings on the planet; they were certainly proud and marching to their house and accusing them of bad parenting sounded like a terrible idea. Another problem she encountered was how they viewed her. While clear they did not care for their daughter as a person; they might think of her as their “property.” As terrible as the thought sounded, it was the only way Miss Honey could imagine winning custody. She would have to play their game. It sounded horrible to the woman and she cringed at the thought, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized it was the only way. “Oh, Matilda, please forgive me for what I’m going to say tonight.” She whispered. She was smart; she’d understand it was all an act. Chapter 6 Matilda sat in her bed gripping her stuffed bear tightly. What was going on? Why was her teacher here at the house? The temptation to peek her head out of her room was quickly building up more and more. Her father had been in a bad mood when he got home from work, something about a raid on a warehouse and profit losses, but he may as well have been speaking an entirely different language. Matilda knew lots of things far above her age range’s capabilities, but her father’s business practices was an area she purposefully let herself be uneducated in. Some things she knew were best left unknown. They had just sat down in front of the TV when there was a knock on the door. Whoever it was, Matilda had thought at the time, they in for an unpleasant surprise. There were two rules in the Wormwood house: Don’t interrupt Harry Wormwood when he was eating, and don’t interrupt Harry Wormwood when he’s watching Tv. This person had broken both those rules. At first, he pretended he didn’t hear it and kept on eating his microwavable meal, but then the knocking began again. He snorted in annoyance with a, “I’m not getting that!” Matilda knew better than to answer the door as well. If Harry Wormwood didn’t get the door it meant no one was to either. When the knocking became more persistent, Harry Wormwood slammed his silverware down before pushing his tray away with enough force to knock it over. The air had become tense. No one uttered a single word while Harry stormed over to the door muttering curse words under his breath the entire way. The rest of the Wormwood family craned their necks to see who was brave or stupid enough, to come knocking on the door during dinnertime. Harry had sent the last door-to-door salesman running in a panic with a message to the others never to come back. When Matilda saw that it was her teacher, her heart sank. She was the last person she wanted to see treated poorly by her father. “You again!?” He had shouted, before turning and glaring daggers into his daughter. It was her teacher; therefore, it must be her fault Harry’s logic told him. “Room. Now!” And that was how she had ended up here in her room, worried out of her mind for the one person who had ever shown her kindness. Her curious mind couldn’t take it anymore. She slid out of her bed and hurried over to her door. She quietly as she could pulled it open and cringed at the loud groaning sound it made. She stood in place terrified as she wondered if anyone else heard that. After a minute or two of no one storming down the hall to punish her for trying to eavesdrop, she let out her held breathe and tried to focus on what was being said. Try as she might though, she couldn’t make out a thing. She had to get closer, she thought. She slipped out her open door and as quietly as she could tiptoed down the hall. Matilda stopped at the edge of the hall right before she knew she could be spotted. She held her breath as she strained to listen. ………………………………………… “Mr. Wormwood, did you know it cost 35,000 pounds a year to raise a child?” Miss Honey said. She was anxious and sweating. She was about to pull off the biggest bluff she could think off, in other words, she was lying through her teeth. She had no idea what it cost to raise a child, but if she had to guess, it was more around 10,000 a year. It was still 10,000 more pounds a year than she had. She was so relieved when Mr. Wormwood had told Matilda to go to her room so she wouldn’t have to say this in front of her. She’d look like an idiot. The first thing she had done was butter him up. She complimented his house, his wife, his business sense, and it had taken all her acting skills to do so, but also his intelligence. She had wanted to gag when she said those things, but it had served its purpose. Suddenly she went from unwanted intruder to guest of honor. She hated everything about what she was doing, but she had no choice. She had to play these people’s games. Mr. Wormwood’s smug smile faltered as he stared at her with a look of utter horror on his face. She could see the gears moving behind his eyes as he tried to do the math in his head. If she weren’t so nervous she would have surely let out a chuckle at how comical he looked. His face reddened like a frustrated child about to throw a tantrum over a simple math problem. “But I have two!” He finally blurted out before clenching his jaw. “Did you know that girls cost almost twice as much as boys?” She lied again. “We are materialistic beings: clothing, accessories, make-up, jewelry.” If he had half a brain he would have noticed Matilda was not that type of girl, but fortunately for Miss Honey all Harry could see were the dollar signs flying out of his pocket. He looked to his wife as she simply shrugged. It was true for her, so why wouldn’t it be true for the little runt as well. “I can’t afford two of you!” He barked. “Just last week she spent almost 125 pounds on hair products!” “Well, sow-rry, but my hair gets all frizzy when I use that cheap stuff.” Mrs. Wormwood complained twisting her long blonde locks in between her fingers. “I could lose my business!” He said. Miss Honey smiled on the inside. This is exactly what she had hoped would happen. Clearly their finances were more important to them than their children. Just one final jab into his pride. “What would the neighbors think of that?” Miss Honey said trying to sound as casual as possible. “It’s too bad you decided to have more than one kid. I could see you starting the next Vauxwell Motors.” She watched his face turn bright red. She wasn’t sure if he was about to yell and scream or simply internally combust. Finally he let out a defeated sigh. “You know, it might still be possible.” She said. He looked up at her, eyes begging for a solution. “Your son, he seems like such a good boy, a spitting image of you in fact. You could put him to work and together you could make that dream possible.” “Yes, you’re right. He is a spitting image of me, and if he’s anything like me, you know he’ll be great!” He said. Miss Honey nodded her head as she felt a little bit of her lunch coming back up. “Just think, Wormwood and Son, 1,000 car lot right off the highway where everyone could see your name.” His eyes shone brightly as he saw the dollar signs. Maybe he could even afford a commercial! “But Matilda…” Miss Honey said with a grimace. “As her teacher, I can honestly say, she doesn’t have what it takes.” “That runt is a burden to us all. I hardly believe that’s my own flesh and blood. I think there was a mistake at the hospital.” He scoffed. “What if I told you I had a plan that would save you 15,000 pounds a year and take away the burden of having someone like her in your family?” On the outside, Miss Honey remained calm and collected, but on the inside she wanted to scream. How could she say those things about her? Where was this manipulative lying side coming from? If her father could see her he would be ashamed. “You could sure make quite the investment into your business with an extra 15,000 pounds a year.” “Yes, yes I could!” “What if, for a measly 850 pounds a month, I raised her for you. I could turn her into a proper Wormwood for you.” “And you can’t do that at that school I’m sending her to?” He asked suddenly becoming suspicious. “Why should I pay you?” “She’ll be out of my class in less than a year. Then she’ll go to some other teacher that doesn’t have your best interests at heart. Not to mention, normally, it would cost closer to 3,000 pounds if she stayed here with you.” Miss Honey said. “Why should you bother to raise her if she’ll be no use to you?” She dug in her bag for the paperwork. This was it. All they had to do was sign this paper and she’d have a legal document agreeing that they would pay her child support. She wasn’t proud by any means of what she’d done, but once she had Matilda it wouldn’t matter. “So if I sign this?” Harry asked looking over the document. She could see him stumbling over the larger words as he tried to make sense of the situation. “Then she’s out of your hands and you’re one step closer to that empty lot by the highway.” She said. Her hands shook as she bounced her knees in anticipation. She was bouncing her knees so much she was shaking the whole coffee table. Wait…that wasn’t from her, the whole house was shaking! The last time this happened…Oh no! Miss Honey looked up and saw Matilda standing in the hallway. Her expression was one of which Miss Honey had never seen on her before. Tears were streaking down her face, not of sadness but of rage. Suddenly Mrs. Wormwood screamed. Photo frames, dinner trays, and sharp silverware was flying around the room. Even their 75 lb television set was hovering off the ground. “Ghosts!” Mrs. Wormwood shouted. “The ghosts are back!” She stood on the couch screaming and using her arms to cover her head. Did these people really believe in ghosts? “Not again!” Harry shouted grabbing a broom as he swatted at the flying silverware. So they didn’t know about Matilda’s powers. She could use this to her advantage. “Look!” Miss Honey shouted amongst the chaos. “Look at Matilda! She’s possessed!” Matilda’s eyes narrowed even more as everyone looked at her. The house shook even more violently and to confirm their fears, she lifted her hand and pointed it towards her father as a Tv dinner tray came from behind and smacked his bottom repeatedly. He swore loudly and as he begged for someone to help him. “It really is her!” Mrs. Wormwood shouted. The house was utter chaos. The light bulbs shattered one by one along with the tv screen. Fashion magazines swarmed around Mrs. Wormwood as she screamed and batted them. Michael was cowering underneath the coffee table, large butt sticking out as a prime target. Another tray dinner tray swooped down and smacked him as he shot up howling only to hit his head on the table. “Sign the paper and it will stop!” Miss Honey said amidst the chaos. “I will take her and banish the demons plaguing her!” “Sign it, Harry!” Mrs. Wormwood shouted. “Where’s a pen?” Mr. Wormwood shouted. A drawer off to the side began shaking violently and burst open as a pen shot out and stabbed into the coffee table just inches from his fingers. “She’s trying to stab me!” He shouted before tugging the pen out of the table and signing the paper. “OUT! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Miss Honey grabbed the paper, grabbed Matilda’s hand and ran out the door as everything in the air fell to the ground. Now the only problem was calming her down. “Matilda, I am so sorry you heard that! I didn’t mean a word I said! It was all a trick! It was-“ Miss Honey searched the young girls face for the rage and fury it so obviously shown earlier, but to her surprise, all that was there was a mischievous smile. “I know it was.” Matilda said calmly. “You…you mean you’re not mad?” “You’re not the only one who can act. My father is stupid, but he would eventually figure out it was a trick. I needed to improvise to make him afraid. You played well on his pride and love of money, but the one thing that drives him even more is fear.” Matilda explained. Miss Honey stared at her in amazement. To think a six-year-old girl could process her surrounding that well. What surprised her even more was the suitcase and backpack she carried. Miss Honey hadn’t even noticed until just now. “You’re packed?” She asked. “How did you pack so fast?” “I had everything ready days ago.” She said with a smile. “I just knew you’d save me!” Matilda quickly latched on to the woman’s waist as they stopped walking. Miss Honey smiled widely as she bent down and held her new daughter in her arms. “So how do you plan to rid me of my demons?” She asked with a giggle. “I guess it’s something we’ll just have to figure out together.” Chapter 7 “Matilda, please come out.” Jennifer Honey said, trying to coax the small child out from under the blankets. The lump ever so slowly began to move forward until a small face emerged sporting a look of pure guilt. “It’s not your fault.” “I’m so-“ she tried to say, but was cut off by a gentle finger pressing against her lips. “You don’t have to apologize every time this happens. It’s okay, I promise. Why don’t you hop in the bath and let me take care of this? Leave your wet things in the hallway.” Matilda nodded her head and unpeeled herself from the covers before she made her way to the bathroom, head hung in defeat. At least the house didn’t shake this time, Jennifer thought to herself as she stripped the bed. Maybe she should schedule her a doctor’s appointment. In the week that Matilda had come to live with her, this was the third time she had wet the bed. With Matilda swearing up and down this never usually happens, Jennifer was worried. Perhaps Algebra two was a little too advanced for the six year old. Or maybe it was their other training that was too much for her little body to handle. What would she tell the doctor? I think my newly adopted daughter, whose parents I convinced was worth less than a car dealership, is wetting the bed because of the physical strain of having telekinetic powers? Oh yeah, that’ll go over real well. They’d think I was nuts. Great job, Jenny, lose custody over her before the paperwork is even finalized. It wasn’t like Matilda could use her powers on demand yet; although they had been having fun trying. The first night started with her attempting to levitate a piece of popcorn. Jennifer would throw it in the air and Matilda would try to manipulate it into her mouth. After a handful of failed attempts, they spent most of the evening just throwing popcorn at each other. It was great. They giggled, lost in an all out free for all, the purpose of the exercise completely forgotten. It wasn’t until Jennifer had launched a handful at Matilda’s face did they remember why they had started this in the first place. Instead of showering the young child in bits of popped kernels, they froze midair, suspended in place by invisible hands. It was then they discovered emotions to be the driving force behind it. The lights had flickered on and off because she was afraid. The popcorn kernels hung in the air because she was happy, and the worst of all, the night Jennifer had taken Matilda from her home. She had been hurt. The way her parents had given her up without a fight, even if that’s what she had wanted, hurt her to the point of being able to manipulate a household full of objects. It was as clear as day to Jennifer now. Matilda had lied. She wasn’t acting that night, and if she was, it was only to reassure Jennifer she was ok with it. Maybe the reason for her bedwetting now was because she was hiding that hurt deep within herself. The thought tore Jennifer up inside; to the point she was tempted to see if she could move objects as well. She wondered what she could do to help her. What could someone like plain and simple Jennifer Honey have to offer someone extraordinary like Matilda? An education? Jennifer spent more time learning from Matilda than Matilda learned from Jennifer. Money? Even with the money from her parents they would still be scraping to get by. Love? Yes, that was the one thing she could give her. Matilda had already stolen her heart long ago on that very first day. She’d shower her in the love and affection she had so obviously been lacking in. It was all she had to give her. “Miss Honey! I forgot a towel!” Matilda’s voice rang from the bathroom, snapping her from her thoughts. She went to the cupboard to look for the biggest, and fluffiest one she could find, but all that was there were thin, old ratty things she had picked up from a garage sale more than ten years ago. Hmm, that was something they could do today. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and the swap meet would be in full swing. “Here you go.” Jennifer said handing over the least torn up towel she had to the dripping wet and shivering child. “You know, it’s the weekend. You don’t have to call me Miss Honey at home.” Matilda looked at her puzzled for a moment seemingly lost in thought. “What should I call you then?” Deep down she wanted to hear the word, mom, but stopped when it was on the tip of her tongue. Too much too soon. “Jennifer’s fine.” “I can’t call you by your first name.” Matilda said. “You’re my teacher!” “Not at home I’m not, silly. Hmm, how about, Jenny?” She said, taking the towel from her and throwing it over her head. Matilda giggled as her head popped out. “I guess that’s okay, but only here. It’s impolite to call a lady by her first name.” “Whatever you’re comfortable with, but you still have to call me Miss Honey at school. Now what would you say to going over to the swap meet after breakfast? It’s a nice day out after all.” Jennifer suggested rubbing the towel over the girl’s head. “That sounds fun!” After a quick bite to eat of toast and tea, Jennifer pulled a mason jar of change out of the cupboard and examined it. She had maybe about ten pounds at the most saved up. She frowned slightly as she pulled out the highest denominations and put them her pocket. They’d have to be careful and only buy what they absolutely needed. “Miss Honey, here.” Matilda said reaching out her fist. Jennifer opened her palm as Matilda deposited a wad of bills in her hand. Where in the world had she gotten this? There had to be at least 100 pounds if not more. “I saved my allowance.” Matilda said with a shrug. “No, sweetie, this is yours.” Jennifer said trying to give it back, but Matilda just shook her head. “Hold it for me then.” Jennifer sighed, but agreed. She should be supporting her, not the other way around! She couldn’t spend a little girl’s allowance! She’d sell all her books if she had to! They walked out the front door and chatted about the book they had been reading together- an old warn out copy of a Charles Dickens novel Jennifer had picked up years ago at a second hand bookshop for fifty pence. Maybe if they still had the energy- and money- she could take Matilda there. She’d probably find it a lovely place to spend an afternoon browsing. When they got onto the main road ten minutes after 9 am, the little town was in full swing with the nearby farmers market as bustling as ever. After they finished with the swap meet, she figured she should stop by on the way back and pick up a few groceries. She’d have to ask Matilda what she liked to eat. Once they arrived, they got lost looking at all the little odds and ends people were selling in their stalls. Different kinds of music blared from various large boom boxes. A stall to their left sold every type of flower she could think of: lilies, tulips, roses, and daisy’s lined the white plastic table in ten gallon buckets. A tent to their right had dresses and blouses swinging from hooks in the gentle breeze. Food vendors were out setting up their sugary snacks on display sending scents of cinnamon wafting into the air. She was curious about what kind of things Matilda was interested in. All she knew of was her love of academics. Even her packed suitcase and bags-which she said she had packed days prior- was nothing but necessities. Not a single toy. Did she even have interests outside of reading? Jennifer kept a close eye on her as they walked through the stalls. The little girl browsed around, but nothing appeared to really keep her interest for long- until she came upon a beat up looking chess set. Her eyes shone as she opened it up and examined the pieces. “Do you know how to play?” Jennifer asked. “I’ve read about it, but I’ve never had any one to play with before.” Matilda admitted. “I had hoped there would be one in the classroom, but-“ She trailed off looking it over. “Well, chess is a little advanced for a kindergarten class.” Jennifer said with a laugh. “Would you play it with me?” “Of course! I’d love to.” Matilda smiled wide and pulled a five-pound note out of her pocket. Just how much money did this girl have? If she hadn’t known her to be such a sweet and honest girl, Jennifer would have assumed she cleaned her parents out before she left. The elderly man smiled and handed her her change, as he looked her up and down. “She yours?” He asked as Jennifer proudly nodded. “Make sure she doesn’t eat the pieces.” He said. Jennifer frowned and looked to Matilda to gauge her reaction. She had almost expected her to be angry at being talked down to, but she just smiled and shook her head. “I’m not very fond of the taste of wood, sir.” She replied before turning and searching through the other games he had. Jennifer stood at a distance glad to have found something she was interested in other than just books and schoolwork. Board games did seem like something she would be interested in. She wondered if he had any jigsaw puzzles they could do together in the kitchen, but a look to her left revealed Matilda was already one step ahead of her as usual. “Margaret!” The old man shouted into his trailer. “If I sold all the games here for two pounds each, and subtracted the seven percent the lot gets, what would my profit be?” “I don’t know! I’m not a calculator!” A woman’s voice shouted back. The man grumbled under his breath and reached for a pen from his pocket along with a dirty napkin. He sat hunched over scribbling number down. “We’d make fifty nine pounds and 34 pence if we sold everything!” He shouted back a few minutes later. “Your math is off.” Matilda said without looking up from the instructions on the back of the game. “You need to take your number of board games, multiply it by two, which gives you 72 pounds, and then multiply that by .07. That gives you five pounds and four pence. Now subtract that from your 72 pounds and you end up with a total of 66. 96 pounds.” The man blinked in surprise for a moment before a wide grin spread across his face. “Cute.” He said, before yelling inside for a calculator. A few moments later, the woman named Margaret appeared with calculator in hand and passed it off to him, before she returned to the sanctuary of the trailer. Miss Honey watched him curiously for a moment as he punched in numbers from his napkin. He remained still staring at it, before erasing it and starting over. “What did she say her answer was?” He asked after a moment of silence. “66.96 I believe.” Jennifer said, a smile spreading across her lips at his shocked expression. She knew that look. It was the exact same look she had worn the first time she had experienced Matilda’s calculations. “Here you go, six pounds for these.” Matilda said, handing him the money as she held up the puzzles she had picked out. He stared at her blankly for a moment, before thanking her and accepting the money. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t eat those pieces either.” Jennifer said as they continued on. Chapter 8 Matilda tossed and turned in her sleep. The dream had started off so pleasant. She was just about to be crowned England’s youngest chess Grandmaster. Miss Honey was there with a bouquet of flowers for her, and the audience was cheering. She heard a voice bellow from the audience, “That’s my daughter!” and “That’s my little girl!” She followed the sound until she locked eyes with her mother beaming up at her- an expression she had never received from her before. Matilda felt a rush of happiness and relief rush over her and then… everything changed. The audience gasped. She looked down at herself to see her bare legs damp with pee. Her dress was ruined. The cheers turned to cries of disgust. The expression on her mothers face became one she was all too familiar with, repulsion and indifference. “See, this is exactly why we sent you away!” Harry Wormwood yelled. “Disgusting, get her out of my sight! You’re a Wormwood it’s time you started acting like one!” Matilda felt a giant hand clamp around her arm. She let out a wail of pain as the Trunchbull dragged her off stage and onto a different one. She was thrust into a chair facing the other children in the school. There, sitting on a table was a giant chocolate cake. No! This wasn’t her punishment! This hadn’t happened to her! She was in the audience! Her only punishment had been… Then she found herself standing alone, wet and cold, staring at the nails in the walls mere inches from her face. If she dared move even a muscle she would be met with the sharp pain of rusty metal cutting into her skin. Even worse, she could get tetanus! She had read about that in a book and it sounded awful! A small panel opened and eyes peered down at her. She had expected the Trunchbull, but instead they were Miss Honey’s. “Please let me out!” Matilda begged. “I’m disappointed in you, Matilda.” “Wake up, Matilda.” “I’m sorry!” The small child moaned in her sleep and shivered from the damp bedding. A gentle hand touched the top of her head. Her eyes sprung open and she examined her surroundings. She slowly sat up and looked around the small apartments one bedroom. Various items that had once been on the nightstand were now scattered across the floor. A mirror that had once hung on the wall now spread shards of glass on the carpet. “Was there an earthquake?” “N-not quite.” . . . . . . . . . . . . . “Stress.” the doctor said after a moment as Matilda pumped her legs that dangled off the exam room table. “That’s it?” Miss Honey asked. “Are you sure? She really hasn’t been herself lately.” “How so?” “Well, she’s been acting sort of...well...childish.” Miss Honey said. The doctor raised an eyebrow as he looked at the small six- year- old girl sitting on the table, and then back to Miss Honey. “I mean she’s normally very mature, but she’s started,” She dropped her voice to a whisper, but Matilda could still hear the word “accidents.” “I mean, it’s not a big deal or anything, but I just want to make sure there isn’t some kind of underlying issue.” “I could check her blood sugar, make sure we’re not dealing with juvenile diabetes. Excessive urination can be a symptom.” “Please, but it’s not just that it's, well, how do I put this? Things have been… flying around the room when she gets upset.” “Flying around the room?” The dr. looked at the woman doubtfully. Miss Honey locked eyes with Matilda, whose expression was one of horror as she shook her head. “You mean she’s getting upset and throwing things?” “Y-yes, like that.” Miss Honey said. “So she’s been throwing tantrums and you’re concerned because it seems out of the ordinary for her?” “Yes!” Miss Honey exclaimed as Matilda scowled. She was not throwing tantrums, Matilda thought until she remembered last night. Miss Honey had brought up the idea of wearing diapers to bed. Logically it made sense! It shouldn’t have been such an issue, but instead of thinking things through like she usually did, she had resisted the idea and it had led to their very first fight. Not even a fight, but a disagreement...at least until the unknown pressure inside her had become so unbearable she had thrown it out and the invisible force smashed the bedroom mirror to bits. She couldn’t play dumb with her arms outstretched like some kind of cartoon superhero mid attack as glass exploded around the room. Matilda sighed. She knew she needed to apologize, even if she didn’t quite understand how she had made the mirror blow up. Matilda tried her best to tune out their conversation, even if it was about her. The pressure in her chest and behind her eyes was beginning to bother her and if she didn’t get it under wraps, she would unintentionally demonstrate what Miss Honey was talking about. She tried to think about Miss Honey’s promise that afterwards they’d go to the museum together. They were having a special exhibit today on ancient civilization. She had always wanted to go. It was huge! Three stories and there was a massive hedge maze in the back. She had tried on several occasions to go, but they never let her in without an adult. Even that though quickly lost its grounding ability after listening to the two of them go back and forth. “May I be excused? I need to use the restroom.” “Yes, of course. I need something from you though.” The doctor said. Matilda hopped down from the table and was handed a specimen cup. She examined it. She knew what it was for from reading about medical tests, but she had never had to herself. She couldn’t even remember when the last time she was in a doctor’s office. Had her parents ever taken her at all? “Am I current on all my vaccinations?” Matilda asked. Legally, she would have had to be for school, but she had a sinking suspicion Crunchem Hall wasn’t very particular about following the laws. Hadn’t she seen a girl in her class get thrown over a fence by her hair on the first day? Bruce Bogtrotter would agree “normal” wasn’t in their schools vocabulary. The doctor let out a patronizing chuckle. “Can’t say I’ve ever heard a little girl ask me if she was getting a shot that way before. Why don’t you let the adults discuss that?” “Please, I’m-” Matilda started to say, but was cut off. “Now I know shots can be scary, but it’s not as bad as you're imagining.” “I want-” “Now run along and go potty, or do you need your mommy’s help with that?” He gestured to the cup in her hands. The pressure in her eyes was too much to take. Behind the doctor, the wastepaper basket began to levitate. Miss Honey let out a gasp. “Yes, I think I’ll go help her!” Matilda felt a larger hand begin to pull on hers, and the trash can fell back to the ground with a loud thunk. The doctor swiveled around in his chair searching for the noise as Matilda let Miss Honey lead her to the bathroom. Once there, Miss Honey watched with a mixed feeling of apprehension and wonder as bits of paper towel floated around the family style bathroom. Matilda on the other hand, seemed hardly to notice. She stood as still as a statue, staring transfixed at the trashcan as garbage continued to rise. After about a minute, everything fell to the floor leaving the bathroom covered in trash. Matilda let out a relieved sigh and rubbed at her eyes. “Matilda.” Miss Honey said, a bit of apprehension in her voice. The young girl looked up upon hearing her name. “What’s going on? How long has this been happening?” Matilda thought about it. “Well, I guess it started when I accidentally blew up my dad’s tv, but i’m still not sure. I can’t control it or anything. I get this burning in my eyes and I feel like I’ll blow up if I don’t get it out. I’m really sorry about the mirror, Miss Honey. I wasn’t trying to break it, I had to get the pressure out before it broke me!” She blurted out without stopping. She hadn’t realized her eyes had begun to water and sting, but this time for a more mundane reason. “Please don’t send me back!” “Matilda, I would never send you back, sweetie. You are the most extraordinary and brightest child i’ve ever met. You are wonderful, and special. I’m sorry your family never recognized you for what you truly are. Maybe the doctor’s right and you are just under a lot of stress right now. Sometimes I forget you’re only six-years-old. You may have the mind of someone far beyond your age, but your body is still growing.” “I was embarrassed and. . . I lost control of it.” Matilda tried to explain. “I think I need more practice.” “Well,” Miss Honey said looking around the room. “I guess we can start by cleaning up in here.” Matilda took in the room for the first time and cringed. There were paper towels everywhere! One was even dangling from a vent in the ceiling! Not only that but the faucet had turned itself on. She pointed at the nearest piece of trash and concentrated and then… nothing happened. She pointed again and again trying with all her might, but the most she could get to happen was turning over a crumpled up wad on its side. “Where are you when I need you?” Matilda said. Resigned to her fate of manual labor, Matilda used her foot to sweep everything into a pile and Miss Honey picked it up and put it back in the trash. Matilda looked up at the vent. How were they going to get that down? “Do you want help with that?” Miss Honey asked quietly. “I guess, but how?” Matilda said, still looking up. “Well, you sit on the toilet and lift your gown up and i’ll hold the cup so you don’t drop it.” “Wha-” Matilda started to ask until she saw Miss Honey holding the specimen jar. Matilda’s face grew a shade of pink. “I can do it myself. I’ll meet you outside.” “Are you sure, it can be tricky with small hands.” “No, thank you. I’ll be fine.” She waited until Miss Honey left, before reading the directions on the label and sat on the toilet. Why in the world would she think I needed help with this, she thought to herself. She lifted the gown and bent over, but she couldn’t see where to position the cup. All she could see was the gown no matter where she bunched it up. Some genius she was if she couldn’t even pee in a cup by herself. Resigned to doing it by feel, she blindly stuck the cup under her and relaxed. She could hear it splash in the bowl below. This wasn’t right. She moved her arm around under her until she heard a different sound and felt the warm liquid begin to fill from the outside. There, no problem. She had this. She. . . . . . . . “Matilda?” Miss Honey asked, seeing the young girl come out with her head hung low. “I dropped it in the toilet.” ….. They had made her drink eight cups of water. She felt so full by the time she downed the last one. She looked down at both her arms now covered in bandages and felt relieved. Sure the shots had stung, but the momentary discomfort was nothing in comparison to catching a preventable disease. She had been right to be concerned. She hadn’t been vaccinated since she was a baby. So it had been one shot. One cup of water. Another shot. Another cup of water. “I know Diphtheria isn’t very common here as its mostly found in Asia and developing middle eastern countries, but a virus that creates a toxin that can destroy the nose and throat, before leading to paralysis and death doesn’t sound pleasant. It’s still nothing compared to Polio though. Miss Honey, did you know that 1 in 200 people that had Polio ended up paralyzed?” Matilda rattled on. The doctor chuckled politely, as she spouted out different dates, until she had come to the M.M.R. vaccine. That date he did know off the top of his head. It was 1971 and as she confidently repeated it, he stopped in his tracks and stared at her as if he was noticing her for the first time. He had assumed she was pretending to know as children sometimes did in order to appear more knowledgeable than they really were. “That’s right.” he said as he knit his eyebrows together. He wanted to assume it was a lucky guess, but that didn’t seem right. “Do you know what M.M.R stands for?” “Mealels, mumps, and rubella, they each had their own separate vaccinations in the late sixties, but they didn’t put them together until early 70’s.” Matilda said. “Where did you learn that?” “A library book about contagious diseases. It was really interesting, but I skipped over the pictures, especially when it came to the bubonic plague.” “I don’t blame you. That medical book, you read it or did someone read it to you?” “I read it.” “And you understood it?” “Yeah, I wash my hands a lot more now.” “You said you were six, correct? How long have you been able to read adult books?” Matilda shrugged and thought about it. “Well, my parents left me home alone since I was three, and it was really boring so I’d walk down the library everyday since it was just a couple blocks. The children’s books stopped being all that interesting pretty fast, so I guess since I was four?” “Wait, what?” The doctor asked alarmed. He looked up at Miss Honey. “She’s been left unsupervised since she was three?” He gave her an accusing look. “Yes, that’s why she’s in my care now. She is a student in the class I teach and I started noticing signs of severe neglect. When I asked her parents about it, they signed over custody to me. I’m just waiting on the courts to make me her legal guardian.” Miss Honey explained. The doctor relaxed a little. “You must be a very kind person to take her in. Most would just report them and move on with their lives.” “Matilda is a very special girl. She’s not like other children her age. I asked my kindergarten class as a joke to multiply a large sum, and she knew the answer right away. I thought she was kidding until I worked it out with a pencil and paper.” “I’m starting to understand your concerns a little better, but I stand by my earlier assessment. I think it’s just stress. It can affect the body in strange ways, especially small children. I must admit I am quite impressed with her knowledge and mental capabilities, but she is still just a child. If the urine test and blood work come out fine, my advice is give it time. This is a big change in her life, and she might just be having trouble adjusting emotionally. If the bed wetting becomes persistent, get a mattress protector and maybe some of those absorbent night underwear for kids.” “No!” Matilda said, before cringing in embarrassment for interrupting. “I’m sorry, but please, no diapers. “I’m, I’m…” she started to say before pausing to get her thoughts in order. “I’ve really never had this problem before.” “Well, I wouldn’t call them diapers.” The doctor said, but she shook her head. “Well, then I would suggest no liquids before bed, and if need be, set an alarm in the middle of the night to wake you up to use the bathroom.” Matilda frowned. Why hadn’t she thought of that? “That’s a thought.” Miss Honey agreed. “Let’s do that then.” “You ready to try this again?” The doctor asked, handing Matilda another specimen cup. “Please take this nice woman to help you this time.” “You, you really don’t need to help me.” Matilda mumbled. “It’s kind of embarrassing. You’re my teacher.” Miss Honey frowned, feeling a little hurt. She thought they were more than teacher and student at this point. Is that all Matilda saw her as? “Well, we can’t have you drop it again, what if one of my female nurses went with you?” the doctor asked. Matilda shrugged. She’d rather do it herself, but she had blown that chance. Anything was better than accidentally peeing on Miss Honey’s hand or something. She might blow up the sink with her mind. She had read that viruses were spread via bodily fluids, and what if this sudden telekinetic thing was a symptom of some unknown illness? She couldn’t risk passing it on to her. Not Miss Honey. Anyone but Miss Honey. The nurse would wear gloves at least. If she couldn’t do this by herself, this was the next best option. She gave her agreement, before giving her small hand a glare. “This is your fault.” she whispered at it as she followed a young black haired woman with glasses back into the bathroom. “Go on and lift up your gown with both hands and spread your legs.” Matilda didn’t fight it when she felt herself get cleaned, it was weird but necessary with her hands occupied. “Now what you’re going to do is pee for a second to flush out anything, and then stop.” Matilda stared over at the sink and relaxed. One second went by, and then two. No, no, no, no!! “I can’t stop it!” “No worries, it happens. It takes practice, as long as I can get enough in the cup. Good, just a little more, and... this should be enough. D-did the sink just turn on?” Oops, Matilda thought as the nurse stood back up with the half-full cup. “Go ahead and finish up here and meet us back in the room. Don’t forget to wash your hands in the haunted sink.” Matilda breathed a sigh of relief when she was alone. Embarrassment seemed to be the trigger for whatever made her lose control. She didn’t realize doctor appointments could be so...awkward. At least all the embarrassment for the day was over, she thought as she washed her hands, blissfully unaware that the day had only given a taste of what it had to offer. Chapter 9 As smart as Matilda was, there was one thing she didn’t fully grasp, and that was just how remarkable she really was. She didn’t know why adults sometimes gaped at her with glassy eyes, or why Miss Honey kept telling her she was special. She had never thought herself as special before. She had certainly never been told so by her family. She enjoyed reading and learning new things, but in her mind that didn’t really set her apart from anyone else her age. She didn’t feel any different than her friends, Lavender and Hortencia. They all loved pulling pranks on Miss Trunchbull, but if anything though, if anyone was a “genius” it was Hortencia. Matilda and Lavender were in awe of her when it came to her bravery and how far she was willing to go to pull one over on the Trunchbull. They looked up to her, as any pair of six year olds would look up to an 11 year old, with awe and reverence. When Hortencia had told the tale of how she had single handedly snuck into the Trunchbull's office and sprinkled every single one of her pair of gym shorts in itching powder, it had elevated her to god status in their young eyes. Once the doctor had left the room, Matilda changed back into her overalls, glad to be rid of the gown. She got her legs in fine by herself, but when it came time to hoist the straps up, she winced. Both her arms gave off a dull painful throb which she fought through as she tried to fasten the buckles. There was something that Miss Honey had said that had bothered her. She didn’t quite understand what she had meant by “she was usually so much more mature than other kids her age?” What did she mean she was being more childish than usual? Did Miss Honey expect her to act like an adult all the time? Matilda had a sinking feeling Miss Honey was putting her on a pedestal far higher than she deserved to be on. Matilda wondered if she meant childish because she needed help sometimes. “How are you feeling? Still up for the trip?” Miss Honey asked, before taking the loose strap of Matilda’s overalls and buckling them for her. “Yes!” Matilda said and frowned as Miss Honey fastened her clothes for her. Was this childish? She had been enjoying having Miss Honey there, brushing her hair and tucking her into bed at night. It was a new experience for her, but was she not supposed to? Was that a childish thing to want help? Mom’s always did that sort of thing for their kids in books, but Matilda wondered if that’s why Miss Honey liked her, because she was “more mature”. Was she the exception to the rule because she was different? They walked in silence down a few blocks in the small village. Matilda stared questioningly at Miss Honey’s offered outstretched hand before they crossed the busy intersection. Was it some kind of test, she wondered to herself. Before she could make up her mind on what to do, Miss Honey had taken her hand and led her across. Matilda let out a small whimper as she let her arm be raised. She had only expected pain during the actual injection process, but not after. Once they stood in front of the large white multi-story building all thoughts of pain and childish actions were far behind her. Now she was the one who eagerly marched forward pulling Miss Honey by the hand. She was so excited to be here! The place was full of adults and children alike on a bustling Saturday afternoon. A banner hung on the entrance that read, “Come Meet our Award Winning Olympic Athletes! Today Only!” Matilda was fascinated by the displays. Each room had a different civilization. There was Rome, and Egypt, Incan, Persian, Ancient Greek, Chinese, Mayan and Mesopotamian. That was just a traveling display that came and set up one month a year before packing up and moving to another city. There was still the Museum's usual year around displays she had never gotten to see. There were paintings, and sculptures, and the Garden Maze in the back that drew flocks of families. She heard along the way there were hundreds of different types of plants to see. She had seen pictures in a book and it looked so beautiful. In the center of the maze was a huge gorgeous fountain. “So what do you want to look at first?” Miss Honey asked. “You pick, I can’t decide!” Matilda admitted. “How about we start with Rome and work our way around?” Matilda peered into various glass cases and read all about various inventions, and tools. There was a display about the founding of the Julian calendar she found fascinating. She hadn’t even realized nearly 30 minutes had gone by in the first room alone. She had been reading about the history of aqueducts when Miss Honey reminded her if they wanted to see everything she couldn’t stop and read every little plaque that had writing on it. They passed through Inca and Mayan territory, but Miss Honey had to practically drag her out of the Egyptian room. She would have stayed in there all day if given the chance. The mummies history, and the pyramids were so interesting that she hadn’t even flinched reading about the embalming process despite Miss Honey’s concerns about it giving her nightmares. After two-and-a-half hours they had finished all the civilization rooms. Matilda was ready to jump straight into the paintings, but Miss Honey pulled her in a different direction. “How about we take a break for a bit?” Miss Honey said. Matilda noticed she looked moderately uncomfortable. She seemed to be looking around for something, spotted it and Matilda obediently followed until they came to a line for the Restroom. It was fairly crowded and by the time it was her turn, Matilda began to feel the effects of all the water she had drunk. There was just one problem though, she realized as she stepped into a stall and closed the door. She couldn’t raise her dominant arm past her chest. Matilda winced in pain as she tried and tried again to reach the straps of her overalls. “Matilda, are you okay?” Miss Honey asked from the other side of the stall door after a few minutes. “Do you need help?” “N-no!” Matilda lied, sighing in defeat. Needing help getting undressed to use the restroom fell squarely in the childish category. She didn’t need to go bad anyway. She’d ask for help if it was an emergency, but for now she was fine. She kicked the plunger with her foot for show to flush the toilet and came out to wash her hands. “Ready for more?” Miss Honey asked and Matilda eagerly followed. She quickly forgot about her predicament for the next twenty minutes until she found herself shuffling from foot to foot. She stared at the paintings with less rapt attention and focus to detail. After another ten minutes she was no longer enjoying the paintings at all. She was about to admit defeat and ask Miss Honey for help when a familiar voice behind her called her name. “Matilda! Miss Honey!” Matilda spun around to find her older, blonde friend Hortencia and her mom. “Oh, hello!” Miss Honey said as Hortencia made the introductions. “Be careful out back at the Olympics display.” Hortencia warned ominously. “The Trunchbulls here and in a foul mood.” “Why?” Matilda asked, her joy now turned to horror. “Have you ever seen her in a good mood?” Hortencia shot back. “No, I mean why is she here?” Matilda asked, but the answer to her question came to her the moment she closed her mouth. “The Olympics display.” “Yeah.” Hortencia nodded before leaning in close and whispering in Matilda’s ear. “And because I put something in her drink.” She grabbed Matilda’s hand and slipped something inside of it. When she pulled back away, Matilda examined the laxative wrapper crushed in her fist. She nearly lost control of her bladder from laughing, only recovering once she crossed her legs and leaned forward. “You okay?” Matilda gave a side glance at Miss Honey, but she was busy talking to Hortencia’s mom to notice. “I need your help.” Matilda whispered. “Not here though.” She waited for a break in the adults' conversation to ask as politely as she could if she could go show her friend something in the other room. “I’ll be right back!” Matilda reassured them both once she had gotten their consent and dragged Hortensia by the hand towards the restrooms. She froze in dismay as she read, “Closed for Cleaning.” “What, what did you want to show me?” Hortencia asked. “Nothing, I needed your help with my overalls. I can’t get them off and I need to pee.” “Why didn’t you just ask Miss Honey? Why do you need my help for?” “Because. Besides it doesn’t matter, it’s closed.” Hortencia rolled her eyes. “That’s such a little kid problem. You little kids can't hold it for five minutes without peeing your pants. Fine there’s another one downstairs. I’ll take you.” Hortencia groaned acting like it was the biggest chore. “Thanks.” Matilda mumbled, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “I can’t lift my arms for some reason. ” “Why?” Hortencia asked as the two of them rode the escalator down. “Got a bunch of shots this morning and-” “Tetanus, wasn’t it?” Hortencia nodded her head in understanding. “Had to get one after spending all day in the chokey. I came out with all these cuts and scrapes before Trunchbull let me out. I had to tell my parents I got cut from the metal in the jungle gym, but yeah, couldn’t lift my arm for a week.” “So it’s normal?” Matilda asked. “I guess.” “Where are you two going?” A voice rang out. They turned to see Miss Honey and Hortencia’s mom at the top of the escalator about to ride it down. “The bathroom!” Hortencia yelled back up. “Matilda needs help getting her pants off!” Matilda cringed. “Thanks.” she mumbled. She could feel the heat radiating off her face. “Tell the whole place why don’t you.” “I think I will.” Hortencia said with a grin. “She’s about to pee herself!” She yelled back up before letting out a laugh. “Lighten up, no one cares, you’re just a little kid after all!” Matilda was horrified and the worried expression on Miss Honey’s face didn’t help. Even worse, she could feel the pressure building behind her eyes. She rubbed at them as tried to get the sensation to go away. “Jeez, don’t cry I was only teasing you.” Hortencia said. “I’m not crying, there’s something up with my eyes.” Matilda said. She stopped at the bottom of the escalator and blinked trying to get the sensation to go away. “Matilda! Are you okay?” Miss Honey said. Matilda could hear the worry in her voice without looking at her. She must have taken two steps at a time to get to her this fast. “I’m fine, my friend is just picking on me.” Matilda said, plastering on a fake smile. Try as she might, she couldn’t stand still long enough for that sentence to ring true. “Are you going to lose control?” Miss Honey whispered in Matilda’s ear. Her face burned crimson. “No! I don’t have to go that bad!” Matilda said. “I meant the other thing.” Miss Honey said. “Oh, umm, I- I don’t think so.” Matilda said, sounding unsure. The burning pressure was now worse thanks to the question and the realization that they were surrounded by precious and priceless artifacts was not lost on either of them. “Let’s go outside just in case.” Miss Honey said. “Can I use the restroom first?” Matilda asked, but she knew the answer to that question as soon as a poster fell off the wall behind them. “Quickly! Let’s get you out of here!” Miss Honey scooped Matilda up and raced outside, leaving behind a confused Hortensia. “Uh, see you at school!” She yelled after them. Miss Honey briskly walked outside only to find the courtyard packed from the Olympics display. There was nowhere for her to release the pent up energy without being spotted, and the last thing either of them wanted was to be caught by… “Jen! Jen! What brings you by?” The Trunchbull asked. “Come to see me perform my famous hammer throw perhaps? Wait, what are you doing with the Wormwood brat?” The Large muscular woman sneered at Matilda, who hid her face in Miss Honey’s shoulder. No matter how brave she was with her friends, her natural instinct was to shrink in terror when caught face to face with the horrible beast. “Absolutely! I wouldn’t miss it! When’s the next demonstration?” Miss Honey asked, trying to appease the horrid women. “You didn’t answer my question. What are you doing out of school with the Wormwood brat?” “We came to see the exhibits, and-” Miss Honey’s words were cut off by a faint gurgling sound. Miss Trunchbull's face paled. “What do I care what you do with the little vermin on the weekends?” The Trunchbull said before storming away inside while holding her stomach. Miss Honey breathed a sigh of relief before spotting the maze. “Here!” She said, rushing inside around a few corners and into a dead end. She set Matilda down in front of a pile of leaves when they were sure they were alone. “Would that help, whatever it is to calm down?” Matilda nodded and stared fixated at the pile until it was as if a strong wind had entrapped itself in the corner of the hedge. Miss Honey watched the leaves swirl around for a few moments, until the small pocket of wind died down. Matilda now kneeled on the ground with her ankles crossed and hands holding herself. Using her powers had made her urge to pee so much worse. She suddenly felt very weak. She gasped as she felt a small trickle escape into her pants. No. No. No. Not while she was awake! Not in public. “Oh, Matilda, I didn’t know you needed to go this badly. ” Miss Honey said. She rested her hand on the small child's back. “ I’m-I’m fine.” Matilda said, before standing up. She still shifted from foot to foot, but felt she could move on. She looked down at her pants alarmed at the tiny dime sized wet stain. She covered it quickly with her hands, but Miss Honey had already seen it. “Why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t undue the clasps? I would have helped you.” Miss Honey said gently as they slowly made their way towards the center of the maze. There had been a sign for porta-potties along with an ominous sign. “Due to the recent cost of the dying plant life and flowers, please use the portable facilities located in several points along this maze.” A large red circle with a parent and small male stick figure peeing into the bush was crossed out with a big red line through it along with more text underneath. “Punishable by permanent ban and 250 pound fine.” “Because it was a childish thing to need help with.” Matilda mumbled, as she shuffled along as fast as she could. “I can’t lift my arms from the shots.” “Matilda, look at me.” Miss Honey said. Matilda kept moving but looked up. “I want you to rely on me, okay? I know you’re so used to having to take care of yourself you don’t know what it means to rely on others. But If you ever need anything, big or small, I want you to tell me, okay? I don’t want you to feel you have to do everything by yourself.” Matilda nodded, too preoccupied on the situation to let the words she was hearing sink in. Her eyes were watering and her pants felt suspiciously damp. She was afraid to look at the damage. After three more wrong turns, her heart soared when she saw the exit. “It’s the center!” She cheered rushing forward until she stopped dead in her tracks looking horrified. “What? What is it?” Miss Honey said, until she saw the problem. “Oh no.” She mumbled, before meeting the near crazed look in Matilda’s eyes. “Well, I guess we better get in line.” They stood in the back and waited with Matilda occasionally letting out a cry. She couldn’t hide her situation now. A tiny wet streak ran down a pant leg. Passerby’s offered Miss Honey a sympathetic nod as if to say, “Been there with my little one.” The door to the only porta potty finally opened. A mother and her toddler were about to go in when the crowd jumped as something large barreled towards them all. People left and right were shoved out of the way with grunts of, “MOVE!” and “Out of the way!” were hurled at them. The Trunchbull, holding her stomach, pushed and shoved her way to the front of the line, knocking over the mom and toddler in the process before going inside and slamming the door in the process with an angry THUNK. Miss Honey looked down at the horrified look on Matilda’s face as she held herself, tears now streaming down her face. She rubbed her back sympathetically, before guiding her away. “I have an idea.” She said. Matilda whimpered as she saw her last remaining hope vanish in front of her. She couldn’t make it through the maze to the other bathrooms. “Over here.” Miss Honey whispered, leading her into a corner of the last dead end they had come across. “Take off your shoes and socks.” Matilda thought she knew what Miss Honey wanted her to do. Her face turned red, but it was better than having a full blown accident. Miss Honey was going to stand guard so she could pee in the grass like a dog. She kicked off her shoes before pausing to bend and hold herself again, before managing to slip off her socks. “Please help me with the straps.” Matilda begged. “Why?” Miss Honey asked, before realization dawned on her. She gave Matilda a sympathetic smile. “No, sweetie. You need to keep them on.” She gave her head a gentle pat. “Wha-” Matilda choked out as she sobbed. “No, please no!” She tried to undue the strap herself, but her arm was now even worse than before. “I can’t!” “Sweetie, it’s okay, I promise. Just get it over with.” Matilda sobbed. “No, I’ll go back in line. I can make it!” “Shh. Honey, you already didn’t make it.” The woman said, but her voice was gentle and non chastising. She knelt down until she was eye level with her. “There’s no point in fighting the inevitable any longer.” “I- I-’m so sorry.” Matilda cried. Another, larger streak had begun to form but then stopped. “Matilda, really it’s okay. You’ll feel better if you just get it over with. I promise. I love you, and a pair of wet pants, or sheets isn’t going to change that.” Matilda stood there stunned. It had taken her so off guard that she let go of herself and stood still, staring at Miss Honey as if seeing her for the first time. Had she just heard what she thought she did? The distraction had been enough. Matilda whimpered and turned towards the hedge as she felt her bladder decide enough was enough. She leaned her head against the hedge and began to bawl as warm liquid began to freely flow down her legs, soaking the faux denim and coming out at the ankles, leaving a patch of damp grass at her feet. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” Miss Honey whispered gently, rubbing Matilda’s back. “That’s it. It’s all over now.” She gently spun the girl around to face her. She ran the back of her hand along the girls damp cheeks. There was still a look of uncertainty and shock in her eyes. “Talk to me, Matilda.” “Were you just saying that?” Matilda asked, almost a whisper. “Saying what?” Miss Honey asked, but the young girl didn’t respond. She was at a complete loss, until a sad thought crossed her mind. “Matilda,” Miss Honey whispered. She felt something large and thick catch in her throat. “Has anyone ever told you they loved you before?” Matilda stood still for a moment before slowly shaking her head no. Miss Honey sighed sadly before kneeling down and wrapping her arms around the trembling girl and rocked her back and forth. “I love you, Matilda.” “No, Miss Honey, you’ll get all wet.” Matilda said, but made no move to push her away. “I don’t care.” “Miss Honey.” “Yes?” “...I love you too.” ……………………………………………………………………………….. When the two stood up and made their way back to the center of the maze, they noticed the line for the Porta Potty had not changed at all. Was Miss Trunchbull still in there? Matilda wondered. She had an idea, a terrible, but wonderful idea. She doubted she could pull it off, but the fluttering anticipation in her chest told her Maybe. Despite her current ordeal, she hadn’t felt this happy and at peace… ever. If she could smash a wall, and knock over shelving… what if? “Is that lady still in there? The big one?” Matilda asked. A woman and daughter pair turned around and took in the state Matilda’s clothes. The woman gave her a look of sympathy before nodding her head. It was all she needed to know. “There’s a fountain by the exit.” The woman called out after her. “Miss Honey, could I use my powers for evil, just this once?” She motioned something with her finger and Miss Honey knitted her eye-brows together. It took her a minute to respond, as being a good role model and poetic karma fought for dominance. “You could try, I mean it’s not like you could...right?” Miss Honey smiled for a second. “I feel like I could do anything right now.” Matilda whispered. She stared at the porta-potty. It had worked with the glass. She threw her whole mind into it. She summoned every emotion she had felt today. Embarrassment, shame, and lastly, a new one she had never felt before. Love. Ever so slowly she could see the blue box begin to rock. Back and forth. Back and forth. “KNOCK IT OFF YOU LITTLE MAGGOTS!” Bellowed an angry voice from inside. Back and forth. Back and forth. “I MEAN IT, IF I FIND WHOSE DOING THAT I’M GONNA MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!” The rocking began to pick up momentum. People in line began to back up. Back and forth. Back and forth. Finally with one last mental push, the porta potty tipped over. “Huh, sure is windy today.” Miss Honey said casually as they turned their backs and began the walk back home. “Right, Miss Honey, It just seems to come out of nowhere.” Matilda said with a grin. “You know you don’t have to keep calling me, Miss Honey.” Matilda took her hand in her hers. “What do you want to be called?” Jennifer thought about it for a moment. “When you’re ready, how about mom?” Matilda smiled. “Okay, mom.”

Disclaimer: The story contains mentions of abuse if you are uncomfortable with that I suggest you don't read. ooOoo Chapter 1: The orphanage was overcrowded and chaotic. It was a small building, more a house, in a decent neighborhood. Marina and Christian hadn’t known what to expect when they pulled into the driveway. In front of the white two-story house was a sign that said, Brighter Horizons Orphanage. There was a large wrap-around porch and the garden in the front yard was only half alive and grass overgrown. It was known that the orphanages were terribly underfunded. The government tended to give all their money to the large hospitals leaving nothing for anyone else. It was a part of Christian Tischner’s goal to make sure everyone could afford the same opportunities. No littles should have to suffer. No workers should be stressed or overworked. But that was often the case with the underpaid staff. When the couple got the phone call a week ago, they were taken aback. It was from Marsha Mercer, a woman they hadn’t heard from in many years. She was their designated social worker. When you adopt your first little, it’s the law that you have surprise home checks every three months for up to a year to ensure that the little is being well taken care of. However, because it had been so long since they had a little, Marsha decided to check in, just to make sure everything was going ok. Their first thought was of Willa, worried something had happened, and she was going to be taken away. That’s what those phone calls usually led to. Their fears, however, were quickly squashed as Marsha explained the situation. A little by the name of Olive May was in need of fostering. She had been the third girl at Little Beginnings Hospital in the Newborn Ward with Lulu and Willa. The story was devastating. A friend of Astrid Reichner wanted to adopt her early. The girl was a master at manipulation and had everyone convinced that she had fully regressed. She was released into the woman’s custody but her new mommy quickly learned that she was not the perfect angel she portrayed. For three years she was abused physically and mentally. Her mommy could not afford to send her back to the hospital so she tried to force her into little space. It did not work and she’s now stuck between a 6-month-old to three years old, headspace, often fluctuating between them. Olive May was aware enough to know that she shouldn’t be in diapers and a onesie and that he was actually an adult. That proved a huge problem because little’s like those, if escaped, could reveal all of their secrets. Her social worker never noticed the signs of abuse. She was overworked, taking on hundreds of cases that most of the time she’d forget to check in. When she was rescued, she spent a month at SunnySide Hospital but the doctors determined that too much damage had been done and it would be virtually impossible to regress her to a set age. There was nothing more they could do for her. She was sent to Bright Horizons Orphanage but nobody wanted to adopt or foster her. She tended to lean towards violence when upset and nobody wanted a little that wasn’t fully regressed. The orphanage was weeks away from sending her to, Henderson’s Psychiatric Hospital for Littles where she’d most likely spend the rest of her life. When Marsha heard of the situation she immediately intervened. She knew that wasn’t what she needed and if they could just find a loving family to take her in, perhaps she could heal. Marsha wanted the Tischners to be that family. They were well off, loved by everyone, and Christian was a miracle worker when it came to littles. But the couple was wary at first. They wanted to help her but it sounded as if she was too late to be saved. They also had to think about Willa. She was their full-time responsibility and while they were pretty certain that she would never fall out of her headspace, they didn’t want to take the chance. Marsha remained optimistic though and wholeheartedly believed she could still be helped. The Tischners didn’t say no right away and slept on the decision for a few days before ultimately deciding they’d take her on. No little should have to suffer. They made a promise to each other that they wouldn’t let the girl’s care get in the way of their little Willa. They’d make sure Willa knew that she was still loved. They just would have a new family member now. She’d have a big sister. They sat in an office right off the front door. The sound of crying sounded from one end of the house and laughter from another. Just from their brief moment in the main room when they first entered, they were shocked. Littles ranging from all ages were crowded in several rooms. There were about forty littles in total that they had seen. The diapers were cheap and the clothes were obviously from second-hand stores. The toys they played with were falling apart. There was the strongest smell of dirty diapers and Marina couldn’t help but cover her nose. The house had definitely seen better days. It looked moments away from falling apart. They had known that orphanages were bad but they hadn’t expected this. Nobody wanted to end up in one. Littles who were abused, abandoned, or caregivers that had died were brought to places like this. The hospitals were only for the injured and for those who needed to be regressed which left everyone else in the dust. Most people didn’t like adopting from the orphanages because there was always something wrong with the littles. Most preferred the hospitals because they were all shiny, new, and well behaved. The stigma and bias against orphanage littles and hospital littles was a sad reality. Five minutes later a stern-looking woman entered the office. She had hard brown eyes, blonde hair cut into a bob cut, and pale skin. She was dressed for a day at the office instead of in a house full of littles. She wore a white blouse (which had somehow managed to stay clean) and blue jeans. “Thank you for your patience,” she said with the slightest English accent. The woman reached over to shake their hands as she sat down behind the desk. “My name is Anne Marie Whitmore. I’m the owner of Brighter Horizons. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” “The pleasure is ours,” Christian replied. Mrs. Whitmore curtly nodded her head, sliding over a vanilla folder with papers inside. She was not one for small talk. They jumped right into business. “I’m not going to lie. I was surprised to hear that you were interested in fostering. I’m aware of your accomplishments and how charitable you’ve been in the past but fostering a little-- especially this little is a huge responsibility.” It sounded as if she were doubting their capabilities. Of course, they knew that they had their skeptics. Some were determined to paint them in a negative light for every single thing they did, such as donating to charities and exposing Little Beginnings Hospital. Some believed that they had done it just to increase their fame, claiming they had, Caregiver Savior Complex: caregiver’s feeling the need to help sick and injured littles when it benefited them in some way. Of course, that wasn’t true but it still hurt that people thought that. “I’m aware that Ms. Mercer has alerted you to Olive May’s issues but inside the folder is a more formal and detailed report.” They opened it up and to say it wasn’t slightly overwhelming would be a lie. Christian was trained in caring for abused littles and had worked with them before but this was obviously going to be a whole new experience. The first page read: Babygirl, Olive May Sex: F DOB: 9/27/2003 Previous Name: Jessica Flannery Demographics Contact Information: Address: 42 Hickory Street, Brighter Horizons Orphanage, Henderson, WA, Email: Brighterhorizons@littlespace.net Phone: 92-334-1995 Little Space: Six months old to three years old Biological Age: 21 years old Regression Status: Incomplete Height: 5ft 1in Weight: 95lbs Nationality: Irish Dual Citizenship: United States Race: White Ethnic Group: Irish Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Blue Health Issues Chronic Constipation, PTSD, Anxiety, Anger issues, Malnourishment, Dehydration, Vitamin Deficiencies, Anemia, Muscle Atrophy, Selective Muteness, Claustrophobia: fear of small spaces, Nyctophobia: fear of the dark “As you can see her file is over twenty pages long,” said Mrs. Whitmore. “That’s the reason she’s listed as a high priority little. We will not let just anyone foster her.” The pages went on and on, going into more detail about her treatments, medicines, behaviors, etc. It would take a whole week to just read through every single detail. “What did the woman do to her?” Marina gulped with tears in her eyes. She’d heard these stories time and time again when working with patients but this hit different. It was a caregiver who hurt their little. Never in a million years would she ever lay a hand on Willa. The Tischners didn’t believe in corporal punishment. Not that they ever needed to punish her but if they did, they’d simply take away her plushie. That made her upset enough. “The details of her rescue and past living conditions are all in the folder.” she sighed, sadness hinted in her voice. “The trauma she’s been through has left her unable to communicate effectively. She’s constantly angry and fights against the regression. If she feels herself start to slip then she’ll begin hitting and scratching herself. We clipped her nails all the way down and placed her hands in mitts. The only effective punishments are time outs when she’s in an old enough headspace and when she is a younger, we take away her plushie--” “She has a favorite plushie?” he interrupted, surprised. If a little was having difficult regressing, usually the first things doctors did was give them a plushie. It always seemed to do the trick, no one knew why though. “Yes,” she nodded her head. “It’s a stuffed elephant and it’s attached to her hip at all times. She doesn’t let anyone else touch the thing.” That was a good sign. Usually if a little became attached to a plushie, they’d quickly fall into their little space but something was obviously blocking that from happening. She continued to tell them about her, the situation sounding more dire as she went on. Marina was starting to wonder if they were the right people for this job. But she knew they had to do it. “It’s not too late to back out, if you’re having second thoughts,” Mrs. Whitmore stared right at her as if sensing her thoughts. They shared a glance, grasping each other’s hand and said, “we’d like to continue with the fostering process. You’re not going to scare us off.” Her lips pursed and her brown eyes assessed them for a moment before saying, “very well. I believe it’s time to meet Miss Olive May.” ooOoo Author Notes: Hey everyone! This is part 2 of Willa’s story. As you can see a new character was introduced, some may remember a brief mention of her from part 1. You’ll see more of Willa in the other chapters and it will be heavily focused on the both of them. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Three sisters, one home, one family The only thing that seemed the same was something, or someone, was always being changed. When my dad remarried, Kelly, who is 7, became my step-sisters. The feeling of not quite being a ‘big girl’ and not sure about being a little girl as I’m 8, gets confusing. As we’re close in age, we’re expected to have a close relationship, but we hadn’t grown up together and too shy to share our secrets. We didn’t share a bedroom, our parents tried to get us to be more like sisters, but with little success. We did watch TV together sometimes, do homework, or play with our younger sister, Aimee, She’s almost 5 and has some disabilities, so more like a big baby. Our mom gets upset if we call her a baby, though, so we’re careful. It seems our mom has found plenty of ways to make us behave without it quite seemly like a punishment. Keeping us in our room, watching boring educational shows from the 1980s is one way. She claims its educational, so its good for us, but we end up bored and sometimes in tears anyway. Our dad is usually pretty reasonable, but one thing is didn’t seem to like was changing diapers, and always felt awkward changing me for bed as I got older. Having 3 girls in diapers at night makes him really awkward if he’s changing us. It’s also cold this time of year, and one thing all of us girls have in common is we get the flu, despite getting a flu shot every year. It seems like one of us is sick, especially during the colder time of year. Getting sick usually means stuck in bed, wearing diapers, and practically treated like our little sister. Our mom has been a foster parent for some years, and works from home for some big company, or something. She keeps telling us how much fun she had living in Manhattan, but it didn’t sound like fun to us. Dad worked for a different big company, but quit after my mom died a few years ago. Even though it was something healthcare related, he doesn’t like hospitals much. The thing with our mom being a foster parent that provides temporary care to kids, although she prefers younger kids, especially those who are babied and immature. It feels like sometimes when we’re acting like a ‘big girl’ mom doesn’t notice, but if we’re being immature and babyish, like our little sister, mom pays attention. We’re stuck in the middle, not being fully incontinent and babied like our younger sister, or old enough be able to make our own choices like our older sister who is now 17. My dad is surprised that some foster kids ask for diapers, or just accept being diapered again. Because foster kids wetting the bed is common, mom usually puts them in diapers for bed. We’re not the same: To say our family is complicated, would be an understatement. We’re always competing with each other, and recent restrictions have made things even more complicated. Some times we compete to see who can be bratty and get away with it, other times we focus on our schoolwork and homework. Our young sister, Aimee, isn’t really able to use the potty without considerable help, and has no real bladder or bowel control. It’s more sit her on the potty, and wait until she goes in the potty, then clean her and back in a diaper. On the other hand, our dad insists we use the potty, and gets annoyed when we have accidents, although 7 or 8 year old girls do have accidents sometimes, he doesn’t quite understand. We sometimes have to use pull-ups or diapers during the day, because of accidents. Depending on our parents mood, we have to get our pull-ups check and have to tell them when we have accidents. When my sis and I are fighting, especially when one of us is back in diapers, things sometimes get out of hand. This was one of the times when things got complicated, was when It was one of those times, that our oldest sister Lisa, was visiting and taking forever in the shower, and Kelly had an accident in her pull-up while waiting for one of the bathrooms to become available. Our dad wasn’t expecting to change a poopy pull-up, and mom wasn’t home yet. I made faces at my sister, even though I was expecting to be diapered for bed, just like her and Aimee. Bath time and diaper time: After Kelly had cried in her room for half an hour, our mom returned and Kelly was taken to the bathroom, her messy bottom cleaned and bathed, then wrapped in a towel and carried to Aimee’s room, basically the nursery, and sat on a chair. Not long after, I was bathed by my mom, something that felt embarrassing at times, and wrapped in a towel, then carried to Aimee’s room, and placed on the changing table straight away. Aimee was laying in her bed, with a thick cloth diaper on, and a pacifier in her mouth. She seemed slightly amused, watching me, her older sisters, fussing and protesting being put in a cloth diaper for bed time. It didn’t take long for dad to come in to see what the fuss was about. “It’s a diaper. The sooner you get you’re diaper on, the sooner you can watch Netflix before bed.” he said. “Cloth diapers are so thick and uncomfortable” I replied, but my dad wasn’t interested in my complaining, especially since Kelly was already in her cloth diaper. Our younger sister often gets cloth diapers for bed, and doesn’t complain. She can’t talk, but she does get cry to and fuss. Our parents weren’t big on spanking us, but did from time to time. Being mean to Aimee, like calling her a baby, sometimes got us a spanking. Lisa came in with a bottle for Aimee, but silly me couldn’t resist poking fun at my sister, who was still upset about messing her pull-up. “Is that for Kelly?” She asked, trying to sound innocent but failing on the sarcasm. The glare from mom said it all. “Are you thirsty? It’ll help you settle down!” Mom replied, leaving little doubt that I wasn’t being kind, then handing me the bottle, and I started drinking. Even though Aimee needs to be bottle fed, mom sometimes gives us a bottle of warm milk in the evening to help us settle down for the night. “How many little girls are thirsty?” Lisa asked, with a hint of snarkiness. Mom whispered something to her, and she just nodded. It seemed like our mom wanted us to stop with the teasing, and diapering us in front of our little sister, is one way to get her point across without yelling and spanking us. While mom put us both in our pajamas, Lisa prepared more bottles. Something told us that our mom didn’t think we’d be dry in the morning. We drank our bottles, while Aimee was fed her bottle by Lisa, and she still seemed to giggle at our babying. Both Kelly and I have a love-hate relationship with babying, and being in diapers, especially cloth diapers. Our mom expects us not wet our pull-ups during the day, but will sometimes diaper us in the evening.

Rhyse woke up in his crib during naptime, the mobile above his head still gently playing music above his head. He couldn’t see the soaking wet diaper beneath his onesie, but he saw the swollen bulge rising above his crotch, and felt the room temperature squishiness enveloping him. He’d been put down dry, but it didn’t last. It wouldn’t be long before Sky came in and changed him. It wouldn’t be long before he was set down on the floor and allowed to play with his blocks and stuffies. It wouldn’t be long before that was all he could do. The virus had him. ********************************************************************************************************* (Two Weeks Ago) “Stupid fucking wifi is out again!” Rhyse screamed across the house. “SKY!” The wifi isn’t workiiiing! The hair on the back of Sky’s neck stood straight on end. It had only been a month in quarantine, and already the two roommates were driving each other crazy. ‘Essential services’ were the only jobs allowed, and neither of them were package deliverers, food industry employees, or healthcare professionals. Sky closed his book and walked across the house. The Arc of the Scythe would have to wait. Like a fool, he’d thought that he’d at least have time to catch up on his reading. It just meant more time to have to babysit Rhyse. Passing a sink full of dirty dishes and three half-full garbage bags that had yet to be taken out to the curb, Sky could only shake his head in disgust. Not quite empty soda cans- just full enough to attract fruit flies- littered the living room; left on whatever flat surface they might find purchase on. At this rate, Sky was going to have to highstep around the house if he wanted to talk to Rhyse face to face. “What is it?” Sky asked, poking his head into Rhyse’s room. He immediately started breathing through his mouth as the smell of skunk weed and unwashed clothes invaded his nostrils. Rhyse sat at his computer, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and boxers. “The wi-fi’s out again,” he whined. Sky caught a peek at a little too much of his roommate and turned his head. “OGH! Rhyse, at least put your dick away when you’re talking to me!” His roommate had the decency to look down at himself and tuck it away. “Sorry,” Rhyse said. “Been indoors too long.” “Okay, new rule,” Sky snipped. “If you want to talk to me you have to have pants on.” Rhyse rolled his eyes. “Okay, Mom. The wifi’s out. Can you check the modem?” “Modem’s in the living room. Why don’t you check it?” Rhyse leaned back in his fancy leather gaming chair. “Because your room is closer to the living room.” Unconsciously, Sky’s hands balled up into fists. “Do it yourself.” “Pleeeeeeease!” Rhyse wasn’t even looking at Sky anymore. He just kept trying to refresh whatever porn site or game he was on. “Can you at least do the dishes or something?” Sky asked. “Take out the garbage? The truck is coming tomorrow and I don’t want this stuff stinking up the house. It’s starting to attract bugs.” “Sure,” Rhyse nodded, still not looking away from his screen. “Tomorrow. Maybe it’s my computer...” “The trucks come early in the morning. You should put out the garbage tonight so that the trucks get it tomorrow.” “Yup.” Somewhere, deep down, they both knew Rhyse was lying. Dejectedly and feeling ever the pushover, Sky trudged back out to check the modem. “Please let this quarantine be over soon,” Sky prayed. The two had been friends since college, with Sky finishing his Masters just as Rhyse earned his bachelor’s degree. It’d made sense at the time to split the rent. Before the quarantine, Rhyse had been a good friend and a good roommate. But the lockdown had forced Sky to confront some uncomfortable truths about his buddy: Some people grew out of their old college habits of acting like a kid while working like an adult; others were like Rhyse. Now Rhyse felt as though he were being invaded in his own home by a toddler. But maybe that was wishful thinking. If Rhyse had been infected by the virus, it would at least give Sky some authority to take charge of him. From his room, just as Sky was going to restart the modem, Rhyse called out. “Got it! It was on my end. Just had to turn it off and on again.” Great. More time wasted. Goddamnit, Sky wished he was essential personnel right about now. Even being a package boy or a garbage man would have been preferable. Sure, it meant he’d be throwing bags and bags and bags of dirty diapers away or delivering fresh ones, but at least he could get away from his roommate. Rhyse hadn’t always been such a slob. No wait...that was a lie. Rhyse had always been a complete and total slob. But Rhyse ate drive thru so much that the grossness was confined to his car and bedroom, giving Sky the freedom to roam and maintain the rest of the two bedroom one bath house they’d rented together. Now the ratio of space was shifting way out of Sky’s favor. Since news of the virus broke, going outside was not an option. People were afraid to even talk to each other face to face. It had some fancy scientific name, but the news was calling it the Baby Virus. It was highly contagious, and even though only about twenty percent of people infected with it started showing symptoms, the symptoms were a doozy. Incontinence, loss of fine and gross motor coordination, heightened emotional instability, decreased memory, lethargy, and sensory overload. Brains were literally being rewired and the symptoms, on the outside at least were making the afflicted seem like giant babies. Chances are everyone was going to have it sooner or later, even if most people were asymptomatic. The people who did get the symptoms though, oof. No cure, either. Just a matter of letting the disease run its course. Some people ended up peeing themselves for a couple of days and then went back to normal. Others were no longer speaking English (or any other language for that matter) and were nowhere near independent. People had died, but it was mostly in self-mutilation accidents, like leaving a giant toddler unattended; or someone stupidly trying to drive themselves to a hospital after forgetting which color was green. Across the country, hospitals and nursing homes were being converted into nurseries and play-centers. The news was talking about “Bee-Vee’s” as if they were a new fad or social class. Many of the unafflicted had taken to dressing up their suffering S.O.’s, roommates, and family members as giant babies in an attempt to make caring for them more palatable. If you’re gonna be shitting yourself and drooling, you might as well look cute and easy to clean up. That rationale worked for real babies, so why not the unreal ones? People on social media were trying to make the best of a bad situation, posting ‘Bee-Vee pics’. The narrative from a lot of Sky’s Twitter and Facebook pals had seen a steady transition from ‘woe is me’ to ‘we’ll get through this’, proceeded by ‘this is easy’, followed by ‘isn’t he the cutest?!’. Quarantine did weird stuff to some people. It’d definitely brought out the worst in Rhyse. As Sky closed the door to his bedroom and cracked open his book, he couldn’t help but think: Wouldn’t it be nice in a weird way if Rhyse came down with a case of the B.V.? At least then, Rhyse’s gross smells would stay contained in a diaper, and Sky would only have to worry about seeing his dick during changes and bathtime. It’d be hard for the little guy to make a mess of everything if he were confined to a playpen and wooden blocks and stuffies were a lot easier to clean up after than beer bottles, soda cans, and pizza boxes. That was a stupid idea, though. A silly one. No way would he be able to get away with it….or could he? It was two hours of searching the internet later before Sky resumed reading his book in earnest. According to Google, it’d actually be relatively easy to trick Rhyse into thinking he’d been infected with B.V. and then get him to act the part. Multiple sites that had popped up with a single search. He’d gotten links to and lurked on a few new telegram servers where people actively discussed using the quarantine to their advantage to “teach little ones some manners”. This was a thing. This was really a thing. Holy shit, people were freaks! Nasty ones too! Sky would never do something like that to his buddy. Would he? Of course he wouldn’t. He put the idea out of his mind entirely, and picked up his book, spending the rest of the afternoon finding out whether Rowan Damisch or Citra Terranova would prevail. ***************************************************************************************************** Sky wandered out to the bathroom, blurry eyed the next morning, and rubbing his eyes. After he’d relieved himself, flushed, and washed his hands, he looked around, feeling his face flush and his temperature rise in pure fury. “RHYYYYYYYYSE!” No response. “RHYYYYYSE!” “What?” The voice sounded sleepy. Sky stomped to Rhyse’s room and flung open the door. It took all of his restraint to not kick it down. Rhyse was still in bed, a pillow pulled over his face. The smell of weed and B.O. was worse than yesterday. “Why isn’t the garbage picked up and placed out?” “I’ll do it tomorrow.” Rhyse’s voice came through muffled by his pillow. The more responsible of the two walked up and ripped the pillow off the other one’s face. “You said that yesterday! The garbage truck has already come and gone!” Rhyse kept his eyes closed. “Sorry.” They both knew he was lying. Sky didn’t say anything. He just left, quietly closed the door behind him and trudged to his room. He pulled out his tablet and followed a few of the links left on discord. Enough was enough. If Rhyse was going to act like a helpless and disgusting Bee-Vee, so be it. He spent the rest of the day downloading programs and researching techniques, devouring information faster than his eyeballs could process, while making several pricey orders; special delivery, expedited shipping. ************************************************************************************************************ Rhyse was in such a deep sleep that he didn’t even know he was dreaming that night. “Rhyyyyse….” A soft voice whispered. “Rhyyyse. Can you hear me, buddy?” His head on his pillow, Rhyse reflexively mumbled in his sleep. “Nnnnhhnnn..” The voice sounded familiar, but in the darkness behind his eyelids Rhyse couldn’t quite put a finger on it. He knew the voice, he definitely did...but his conscious mind- blurred by cheap beer and pizza rolls- couldn’t process it. “Good.” The voice said. “Good. You’re going to go on a little trip. Are you ready?” “Ivvafitr?” Rhyse asked. (Which was a mumbling closed mouth utterance of “Is it an acid trip”, because of course it was.) A gentle hand stroked his forehead. “Shhhhhhhh,” it whispered. “You don’t need to talk. Just listen.” Low soothing music and the chirping of birds came into Rhyse’s ears. “Hello little one,” a soothing, quiet voice said, still sounding strangely familiar. “It’s time to go for a little journey. Right now, you’re hearing the little birdies go tweet tweet tweet. It feels good to go outside, doesn’t it? Rhyse nodded and smiled. After being locked up for so long, it felt good to be out in the fresh hair. “Don’t worry, though,” The voice said. “I’m right beside you. Here to protect you and keep you safe. When you’re ready to go, just reach up and take my hand.” The young man looked up and saw a giant, its silhouette like an eclipse blocking out the sun. He let out a gasp. “Don’t worry, little buddy. I won’t hurt you. Take my hand.” The giant reached his hand down, and feeling small and helpless, Rhyse reached up and grasped it. “Let’s go, little buddy. Walk with me.” And so he did, taking quick little steps to keep up with the big person’s slow and thundering stride. “We’re going through the forest, with all the trees and the little tweeting birds. It will take ten big boy steps to get out of the forest. Quietly, count down with me.” Though he couldn’t quite hear his own voice, Rhyse counted down with the giant. “Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four...three...two...one…” “Good,” the giant said. He gave Rhyse’s hand a squeeze and pat. “Good boy.” The sound of a gentle breeze rustling grass filled Rhyse’s dream. “Now we’re in a windy meadow.” As if Rhyse needed that explained to him. He could already see the tall grass wafting in the breeze. “To get where we’re going, we’re going to need to take five regular sized steps, next. Ready?” “Nnnhnnn…” “Shhhhh…. Just walk with me this time. Five...four...three...two...one..aaaaand we’re out.” Rhyse next heard the gentle sound of running water. He could practically smell the moisture in the air. The giant gave his hand another gentle squeeze and a loving pat. “We’re almost to the stream,” the giant told him. “You’re going to get to swim and relax for a little bit. Can you hear it?” Without saying a word, Rhyse nodded. “Don’t worry, little one, the water is very warm. It’s very close. We’re only going to need to take three baby steps. That’s easy. You can do it. Ready? Three...two...one…We’re there! Good boy!” Rhyse smiled. With Sky constantly on his case about every little thing, it felt good to get some praise. He almost purred when the big giant squeezed his hand and patted it for a third time. “Here, let’s test the water,” the giant told him. I’m going to dip your hand in the water, just to test it out. “Feel the nice warm water.” And he did. It felt so real that his conscious mind wondered if he was really dreaming, even as his unconscious mind accepted everything as fact. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Nice? And warm? And wet?” Eyes closed, even in his dream, Rhyse just hummed agreement. “Let me just dip you in, little one. Feel the water coursing, over you. Just lie back and float.” He felt the warm water engulf him, gentle and comfortable. Soothing. Was that his thoughts or was that what the giant was whispering sweetly to him? He didn’t know and didn’t care. “And if you have to pee, just relax and let it go. No one will know. No one will see. It will just get mixed in with all the other warm water.” For the first time, Rhyse frowned. “Just let it go,” the giant whispered. “You know you’ve done it before. Why should you be stressed out over nothing? Just relaaaaaaaaax….” He was right, Rhyse knew. So instead, he just relaxed and let it all flow into the river. He couldn’t even tell that he was doing it, because the warm water inside of him just mixed with the warm water surrounding him. “Good boy,” the giant whispered. “Isn’t that more relaxing?” Rhyse just closed his eyes and purred. “The next time you fall asleep, you’re going to come back to this little stream? Okay?” “Okay…” “Good boy.” The music faded out. The giant walked away, and Rhyse’s dreams drifted off with the nice warm river he’d been floating in. ******************************************************************************************************** Rhyse woke up feeling uncomfortable, his sheets were cold and uncomfortable, and oddly wet for some reason he couldn’t quite wrap his brain around. He didn’t smell the stench of stale urine anymore than he’d detected his own body odor or the lingering smell of marijuana and cheap incense in his room. The nose only detected new scents and was blind to anything that it had been exposed to for more than an hour or so. It wasn’t until he rolled over and yawned; felt the sickly stickiness as he peeled clammy sheets off his legs that something finally clicked. He’d peed the bed! “Fuck!” The cold and wet sheets now burned like acid, as he leaped off his mattress. His three day old boxers were soaked but not dripping, but only because the mess had already spread so far and become completely soaked up. What his boxers hadn’t absorbed, his blanket and bed sheets had made up the difference. His body going into autopilot, Rhyse stripped his boxers down and tossed them onto the bed so that he could strip his sheets off in one big bundle. Feet shuffling like a scared toddler, he took the piss stained mass out of his room and straight to the laundry room; not caring how many fast food bags he stepped on or soda cans he knocked over. To his small fortune, the washing machine was empty, not that it would have stopped him from overloading it. Just as he was shoving his sheets in and going for a laundry pod, he heard a voice behind him. “Rhyse?” Rhyse spun around on his heel and was face to face with Sky. Play it cool, he told himself. Play it cool. “Oh, hey Sky,” he said. “Just decided it’s about time to do some laundry.” Sky cocked an eyebrow, obviously suspicious. “You don’t normally do laundry.” “Yeah, I know….just got to be too much for me,” Rhyse lied. “So today’s laundry day.” “Your clothes, too?” “Y-y-yeah….” His roommate’s nose twitched a bit. “What’s that smell?” Rhyse shook his head. “I dunno, man,” he said. “I think I might’ve left something out and it’s going bad or something.” Sky nodded at that. He bought the lie. “Take some Febreeze or something. It smells gross.” “Good idea!” Rhyse reached into the cabinet where all the cleaning supplies were just above and went brushed by Sky on his way to his room. Shutting the door behind him and locking it, Rhyse didn’t scrub his mattress as much as he drowned it in fabric safe perfume. “I just had too much to drink,” Rhyse told himself. “That’s it. I got shitfaced wasted and and…” he desperately didn’t want to finish that thought: ‘...had an accident,’ didn’t sound particularly good. Nor did ‘I peed the bed’. “I do not have the Baby Virus. I am not a Bee-Vee.” It’s a known psychological fact that a lie repeated often enough and loudly enough will become truth in a person’s eye. Sadly, the span of a day cleaning washing sheets and doing laundry as an alibi was not nearly long or loud enough to embed it. The shower he took was not enough to erase the nagging fear in the back of his mind that baby wipes might be replacing hot water in his near future. It hadn’t even occured to him that Sky didn’t seem even a bit perturbed that he’d been naked. ********************************************************************************************************** “Hello little one,” the giant came back into Rhyse’s dreams. “Are you ready to go back to the water and float for a while? Take my hand.” Rhyse reached up and felt the warm comforting hand of the giant grasp his. The wind rustled through the tall grass. “We’re closer to the river this time, little buddy. Let’s take five normal steps. Can you count down for me?” Rhyse knew he could. “Five...four...three...two...one…” “Good boy,” They were back at the gentle babbling brook. “Ready for three baby steps to get into the river?” Rhyse quietly nodded, and spoke. “Three...two...one…” The giant squeezed and patted his hand. “Good boy. You didn’t even need me to tell you what to do. You’re super smart.” Rhyse liked being told he was smart. “Do you know what to do next? Just relaaaaaax.” Rhyse didn’t frown. Barely hesitated at all. He just relaxed and felt the warm stream spread below his waist as he floated gently in the water. “Good boy.” Another squeeze. Another hand pat. “Tomorrow night, we’ll start here, and see if you can relax on your own. And if you do, I’ll give you a special surprise. But don’t worry about that now. Just enjoy the nice, warm wet feeling of the water. Just relaaaaaaax.” ********************************************************************************************************** “Doing laundry again?” Sky asked when he caught Rhyse stuffing his sheet into the washing machine. He wasn’t naked this time, and had thought to pull on a dry pair of basketball shorts, but he still reeked of old pee. Sky had purposefully put himself in the bathroom just in case Rhyse had wanted to hose off before destroying the evidence. “No!” Rhyse sounded like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. “Why are you washing your sheets?” And with some grim satisfaction, Sky added in, “And what is that smell?” Rhyse’s eyes darted like a trapped animal looking for a way out. “I….I…” Holy crud, the guy was starting to tear up. Sky decided to give him a way out. If he was pressured into this too quickly, he’d break instead of bend. And if he broke, he’d just put himself back together in a couple of days, according to all the chatter and tips on discord. “Did you not dry your sheets enough?” “Huh?” “Did you not dry your sheets enough?” Sky repeated. “Sometimes if clothes and sheets aren’t dried enough, they get all gross and mildewy. Ya gotta wash ‘em all over again and dry ‘em good.” “Oh yeah…” Rhyse seemed relieved. “Yeah. That’s it. That’s it. “ He looked at Sky. “Uh...bathroom free?” Sky couldn’t help himself. “For now…” “Huh?” “Yeah, it’s open. Taking another morning shower?” “Y-yeah…” Sky didn’t comment further. Just went back to his bedroom to brag to his new friends on discord and check on the orders he’d placed. ************************************************************************************************************ The babbling brook filled Rhyse’s ears. He was close now. “Hello, little one,” the giant said. “Do you remember what to do?” Rhyse did. He took a deep breath, and took three little baby steps so he could get into the water, waist deep. “Three...two...one…” He relaaaaaaaaxed. “Good boy,” the giant praised him. Rhyse felt his hand squeezed and patted again. He liked it. It made him feel secure and safe. He was alright as long as the giant was there to protect him. “Very good. Very good,” the giant whispered. “It’s time for your present. I’ve given you a magical power,” the giant said. “The power of happiness. Every time I’ve held your hand and given it a pat, I’ve put a little bit of happiness into it. It’s glowing now.” Rhyse felt the hand the giant was holding warming up, and when he looked up from the water, he saw little bits of light streaming out between the giant’s fingers. “You see it glowing, don’t you? “Nnn-hnnnn.” “Good boy. I’m going to let go of your hand now, don’t be afraid.” Rhyse wasn’t. His entire palm was a torch once the giant released it. “Now I want you to take allllll of that happiness and pack it up. Condense it. Squish it all up so that it becomes super concentrated. Take all of that happiness in your hand, and squish it inside your thumb. Make it so only your thumb is glowing.” Rhyse focused and focused. Slowly, he could see the light moving from the palm of his hand and his other fingers, and oozing and scrunching until there was just a single bright beacon, a blinding point of light right in this thumb. “Is it there yet? Is the happiness all in your thumb?” “Nnnnhnnn…” That was the best part of these times, the hardest thing Rhyse had to do was count backwards. No other talking was needed. “Good boy.” The giant kept whispering to him. “This happiness in your thumb is a special kind of happiness; a gentle calming type of happiness. When you use this happiness, instead of feeling angry, or scared, or nervous, you’ll feel calm and happy. Just like you do now when you’re floating in the nice warm water. Doesn’t that sound nice?” “Nhnnnn…” “And all you have to do to feel this way, is to get this happiness in your body. All you have to do is stick your thumb inside your mouth- like a lollipop-...” “Orrjnt?” “Yes, little buddy, or a joint. Just stick your thumb in your mouth, and suck. You’ll feel relaxed and calm, just like you do now.” Without prompting, Rhyse gave it a try. Laying there in the warm water, he took his thumb and stuck it in his mouth. Calm and tranquility filled him as he started to suck. So peaceful. Not a care in the world. It felt nice. So relaaaaaxing. “Thaaaaat’s right.” The giant could hold Rhyse’s hand and so instead petted the boy’s hair. He felt like such a little boy compared to this big, friendly helper who’d found him; but it was a good feeling. “From now on,” the giant whispered, “whenever you feel nervous or scared or angry, I want you to suck on your thumb so you can calm down and be happy again. Can you do that for me?” Rhyse nodded. “Nnnnhnnn…” The giant patted him on the forehead again. “Good boy. Now take your thumb out right now. You don’t need it right now. Save it for when you need it.” ***************************************************************************************************** “Rhyse?” Rhyse continued dozing. “Rhyse?!” He rolled over, not even realizing how cold and sticky his legs were. If anything, he was starting to get used to it. “RHYSE!” Rhyse’s eyes fluttered open. Standing over Rhyse, Sky was glaring with his arms crossed over his chest. “Huh?” Rhyse mumbled. “You wet the bed.” The stoner almost jumped out of his skin, but barring that he settled for the other side of his mattress. “FUCK! NOT AGAIN!” Sky was shaking his head. “You’ve got it, dude. You’re infected.” Rhyse looked up from his piss stained mattress and back up to his roommate. “What? Infected? No I’m not.” Sky was still shaking his head. He seemed a little sad. “You just said ‘again’, bro. You’re doin’ it. You’re regressing. You’ve got the virus. You’re turning into a Bee-Vee.” Rhyse could hear his pulse in his ears. “NO I’M NOT!” His roommate didn’t yell back. “Should’ve seen it coming, honestly.” “I’M NOT INFECTED!” “The lack of bathing. Making all the mess. Now bedwetting.” Sky was just ignoring Rhyse, talking more to himself than to anyone else. “It all adds up.” He let out a sigh. “Sorry, man. I’ll call you an ambulance.” Ambulance? Ambulance?! Ambulance meant hospital. Hospital meant going into a giant nursery! If he went to the hospital, he might not come back out! “NO! NO! JUST NO! FUCK THAT!” Sky looked nonplussed. “Tantrums, too?” He took a step back and covered his mouth. Rhyse panicked. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry…” he lowered his voice to nearly a whisper. “I’m not throwing a tantrum…I did wet the bed...but that’s cuz of...of…” Fuck. Why did people normally wet the bed. “...stress!” “You’re wetting the bed because of stress?” “YES!” A single look from Sky made Rhyse instinctively hunch down, as if that would quiet himself. Rhyse’s thumb started to feel funny. His lips started to tingle. It was a low humming feeling that progressed into an itch. “What about your clothes?” It felt almost as if his thumb was calling out to him. “I washed those,” Rhyse said. “And the mess?” Sky asked. “Your garbage all around the house?” Rhyse’s lips and thumb were throbbing; pulsing for each other. It was taking everything for Rhyse to not pucker his lips. “I’m just a slob.” “Not before the quarantine you weren’t,” Sky pointed out. “Not this bad.” Even though his legs had been basted in his own pee, Rhyse dropped to his knees. “Please, let me prove it. I’ll clean up the mess! Just don’t call an ambulance!” Sky paused and looked down at Rhyse for a good long, uncomfortable time. “Fine,” he said. “You can prove it. Clean up the house.” Rhyse got up off his knees. “Can I take a shower, first?” His roommate smiled, incredulously. “Of course. Why are you asking permission?” “I don’t know…” ******************************************************************************************************* Sitting down in the shower, hidden in hot steam, Rhyse cried to himself. He was turning into a Bee-Vee. He knew it. He let the rushing water muffle his quiet sobs. The coolness of the tile contrasted with the scalding temperature of the water. He’d used what felt like half a bottle of body wash, and he still felt dirty. What was he going to do? Was he going to recover or was he going to turn into one of those permanent Bee-Vees? Was this going to be a kind of bummer, or was he going to end up in a giant nursery for the rest of his life? He didn’t know what to do. Quickly, and without thinking, he slipped his thumb into his mouth and began to suck gently on it. Better. Not perfect. But better. Surprisingly, it calmed him down. Alot. “I can do this,” he whispered to himself. “I can do this.” As he muttered words of encouragement to himself, Rhyse barely registered, the muted sound of the doorbell being run. What was being delivered?! He hadn’t ordered anything. The grocery delivery wasn’t until tomorrow! Was it an ambulance?! Had Sky gone back on his promise? Another few pulls on his thumb helped him calm down and forget about it. ************************************************************************************************************* “Are you done, yet?” Sky called from his bedroom. Rhyse picked up another bottle and put it in the garbage bag. “Almost!” Sky walked out and surveyed the work. There were garbage bags everywhere, but they were full and tied off. Nary a piece of garbage was in sight He nodded his approval. “Okay,” he said. “Not bad. Not bad at all.” Rhyse exhaled. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” Sky agreed. “You’re not done yet, but you’re getting there.” Rhyse frowned. Getting there? “What else do I have to do?” “You can’t just leave all the garbage bags lying around, little buddy. That’s not cleaning up. You’ve gotta take them outside to the garbage cans. And there’s still the dishes to do.” A strange sense of familiarity shot through Rhyse’s backbrain. “What did you say?” “I said you can’t just leave all the garbage bags lying around, bud.” Rhyse chewed on the sides of his tongue. That wasn’t quite right, but he wasn’t a stenographer or nothing. Probably just a turn of phrase. His thumb was throbbing again. Sky seemed to notice that something was wrong. “Hey,” he offered, “why don’t you take a break?” “Yeah?” Rhyse asked? “Yeah. Go take a rest. Relax for a few minutes.” Relaaaaaaaax. Without thinking, Rhyse closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let go. It was a full five seconds before he realizes that the puddle forming at his feet was coming from him. “AAAAAH!” Sky’s eyes widened in horror. “You’re peeing!” “I know!” Rhyse “STOP IT!” “I CAN’T!” Sky reached out his hand and Rhyse met him half way, taking it and allowing himself to be led to the bathroom, leaving a trail of pee-pee behind him. There was something oddly familiar about holding Sky’s hand, but in his panic, Rhyse couldn’t consciously recognize it. Without hesitation, without waiting to ask, Sky positioned Rhyse in front of the toilet and pulled down his pants. “Sit.” Rhyse did. For his trouble. “Wait here.” Feeling stuck on the toilet, Rhyse sat there, quietly sucking his thumb for several minutes to hold the terror at bay. He yanked it out the moment he heard Sky’s approaching footsteps. When he saw what his roommate was holding, he desperately wished he hadn’t. “Is that a...a...a…?” Sky just rolled his eyes. “Yes. It’s a diaper. I ordered some shipped from the pharmacy.” Rhyse gulped and felt his throat go dry. “Drug store diapers don’t have cartoon racoons on the waistband.” Sky frowned, and then examined the incontinence garment more closer. “Heh. So it does. Makes sense,” he shrugged. “There’s been such a run on medical diapers lately that only these big baby ones are left. No big deal.” “I am not putting that on.” “Fine,” Sky said. “It’s not a pull-on anyways. I’ll put it on for you.” Rhyse was off the toilet in a flash, his back against the bathroom wall. “I’m NOT wearing that thing. Only Bee-Vees wear those things!” His roommate’s arms went limp. “So let me get this straight. You’ve been peeing the bed, staining your mattress and stinking up your room. You just peed your pants right in front of me. I just spent the last five minutes cleaning up your pee-pee accident.” Sky looked over into the toilet. “Didn’t even get a dribble in. And now you’re throwing a tantrum because you don’t like the style of diaper I found for you? Yeah...that doesn’t sound like you’re regressing at all…” Rhyse didn’t know what to say. When it was put like that… He looked over and grabbed a couple of wet wipes that were left next to the toilet. Wet wipes. Flushable. Not for babies or Bee-Vees… Quickly, he scrubbed himself down, as Sky watched. Not trying to move past sky, he threw them in the bowl and flushed. Then he laid down on the floor, letting the fluffy bath mat give him some measure of comfort. “Put it on me.” ********************************************************************************************************* The rest of the day went without incident. The house was cleaned and the dishes were done, and something besides the smell of grease and B.O. wafted through the air conditioned halls of the little two bedroom house. Sky had been pretty cool about it too. “Wear it just in case,” he said. “If you need to go to the bathroom, go to the bathroom. I’m not forcing you to wear them.” This despite the fact that he literally had, more or less. But was it really so unreasonable? “I just don’t want to have to clean up after you all the time. That’s fair.” Rhyse supposed it was. They’d only butted heads once more regarding the diaper situation that day. The first time Rhyse had tried to toddle off to the bathroom, he’d found Sky grabbing his hand. “Where are you going?” “I gotta pee. And not in this.” Rhyse pointed to the raccoon peeking out from just above his penis. “How badly do you gotta pee?” “Why does that matter?” “Those tapes are sticky,” Sky said, “but only the first time. I don’t want you running out of diapers when you actually need them, just because you managed to make it to the potty on time.” “I’m not going to pee myself on purpose.” Rhyse’s pouty lip was desperate for his thumb. “So you want me to waste money? On something I bought? For you?” Rhyse didn’t have a counter for that. Sky squeezed his hand again and gave it a pat. “Just hold it a little longer. Pretend you’re on a car trip or we’re conserving water. Wait until you’re about to burst before you do it.” “Okay. Yeah. Sure.” And so he had. The racoon diaper was switched out for a giraffe one and all was well. The rest of the day was comparatively easy. With the cleaning done, Rhyse rested and surfed the net, purposefully avoiding social media. It seemed almost everyone he knew had SOMEONE else in diapers at their home who was far above the age of two. And this time it was happening to him. After dark, knock came on his door. “I baked cookies,” Sky said. “As a way of saying thank you.” “Chocolate chip!” Rhyse almost shouted. “My favorite!” He wolfed down three before he’d taken a breath. Sky looked at him, smirking. “Oh…” Rhyse said, correcting himself. “Where are my manners? Thanks for the cookies.” “You’re welcome,” Sky replied. He looked at Rhyse’s computer. “What have you been up to?” Rhyse shrugged. “Nothin’ much. Y’know. Relaxing. Watching youtube. Playing MTGA. That kinda stuff.” A strange look came over him as he felt the front of his diaper getting warmer. As though his bladder were detached from the rest of his brain, Rhyse made himself look down between his legs and watch as his diaper swell and discolor. If he hadn’t been looking, he might not have noticed. In a strange way, it felt kind of nice, the way the garment held everything in place instead of letting it trickle down his thighs. But in watching it, Rhyse had been forced to admit himself that he’d done it again. “I...I gotta go change.” Sky didn’t seem that bothered by it. “Okay, bud. Go change.” As Rhyse struggled to wipe himself down and figure out how to put a new diaper on himself, he didn’t notice Sky’s shit eating grin. ************************************************************************************************************ Everything was peaceful and relaxing in Rhyse’s dreams. He didn’t consciously know it, but he’d already begun counting himself down to sleep. Before he knew it, he was back in the little stream, just relaxing. “Hey there, little buddy,” the giant whispered to him. “I can tell you’ve already started to relax. Good job.” Rhyse smiled. He liked making Mr. Giant happy. Speaking of happy… “Does your thumb still have that magic I gave you?” “Nnnhnnn…” “Show me.” Like a good boy, Rhyse started to suck on his glowing thumb, feeling the happiness fill him.. It helped him to relax even more. Everything felt so nice and peaceful there in the brook. “Just relaaaaaax….” The giant whispered to him, gently stroking his hair as he floated there. “Be happy and relaaaaax.” If Rhyse said anything, it was mumbled behind his magic thumb. But it was a good mumble. A happy mumble. A relaaaaaxed mumble. “I’m going to give you another present, little buddy,” Mr. Giant said. “Are you ready?” Lying in the river, Rhyse continued sucking his thumb and basking in the happiness. He purred a little bit when Mr. Giant patted him on the head. “I’m going to give you the gift of concentration.” Rhyse didn’t talk, but Mr. Giant must’ve seen something in Rhyse’s face. Concentration didn’t sound like much of a gift. “With concentration, you can do anything,” Mr. Giant said. “You can finish anything. You will finish anything. Just trust me. Breathe in...” Still floating in the warm water, Rhyse did as he was told and breathed in deeply through his nose. “Now hold it.” Rhyse did. “You can hold it for a bit, can’t you?” Still holding his breath, Rhyse nodded. “But you can’t hold it forever, can you?” Starting to feel uncomfortable, Rhyse shook his head as his chest began to protest. Mr. Giant kept petting his head. “It’s okay. You can let it out, now. Breathe normally. Relaaaaax.” Rhyse did so slowly and resumed breathing. “That’s how your body is going to be for now on,” Mr. Giant told Rhyse. “You can’t stop breathing unless you purposefully try to, and you can’t do it for long, can you?” “Nnnnhnnn…” “It’s because your lungs already know how to concentrate. They’re focused. That’s how your body is going to be from now on, little buddy,” Mr. Giant told him. “From now on, your body is going to be so focused that once you start something, you won’t be able to stop.” Rhyse lazily took his thumb out of his mouth. “Nnnn...stahp…” “That’s right, little buddy,” Mr. Giant cooed to him. “You won’t stop. It won’t matter what you’re doing. Once you start, you won’t stop. You won’t need breaks. You won’t need rest. Your body will just do what comes naturally.” Rhyse liked the idea of this. Cleaning up the house would be easy if he didn’t have a choice. “But while your body is working,” Mr. Giant promised, “your mind will be free. Free to relaaaaax.” Gently, Rhyse found his thumb guided back into his mouth and kept sucking. “Concentrate. Concentrate and relaaaaax.” ********************************************************************************************************* Rhyse woke to Sky shaking his shoulder. “Rhyse. Wake up. Wake up!” Eyes still closed, Rhyse let out a long loud yawn before his mouth closed back over his thumb. “Wuphup?” “You’re sucking your thumb and your diaper leaked.” That woke him up. Sky was standing above him, a spray bottle and rag in hand. “Get up,” he said. “The mattress needs to be scrubbed, or the pee smell is never going to go away at this rate.” Rhyse popped his thumb out and rolled out of bed, feeling oddly mellow considering a large disposable diaper was sagging from his hips. He ripped the fitted sheets off, and in a sick way marveled out how soaked they were. Even with the diaper on he’d done a lot of damage. His roommate handed him the rag and spray bottle. “I’ll take care of the sheets and put them in the wash,” Sky told him. “You scrub the mattress.” “What time is it?” Rhyse yawned. “Rhyse, I need you to concentrate.” Rhyse stood a little straighter. “Right.” He was already spraying and scrubbing while Sky was carting the soiled bundle away. Rhyse hated doing manual labor; hated the monotony of bending over and the repeated actions of scrubbing. It’s what he hated about brushing his teeth and wiping his ass, too, come to think of it. But scrubbing was easy. It was like his body was on autopilot. No muss, no fuss. “Good job,” Sky said when he returned. “All done.” Rhyse stopped. “Now help me put this on.” Rhyse looked at the slightly cushioned mass in Sky’s hand. “What’s that?” “It’s a mattress protector. For when you leak again.” When. Not if. “I’m not gonna leak again.” Sky smirked. “Are you going to stop wetting the bed?” “NO!” Rhyse stopped himself. That hadn’t come out right. “I mean...yes? I mean...I don’t know.” He drooped his head, looking down at the soaking wet diaper between his legs. Sky rustled Rhyse’s hair, and Rhyse felt oddly better about it. Not thumb sucking better, but still good. “Let’s put it on,” Sky said. “Just in case.” “Fine,” Rhyse agreed, if only so that he could stop talking and get this over with. He wasn’t comfortable talking around his thumb. Truth be told, the mattress protector didn’t seem that bad. If Rhyse hadn’t known what it was, he might’ve just assumed it was an extra bit of insulation, and not something meant for people who couldn’t be trusted to sleep and hold their piss in at the same time. Sky picked a fresh diaper up off the floor along with a packet of baby wipes. Where had those come from? Rhyse had made a point of hiding all of that stuff in the bathroom. “Good job,” Sky said. “Now let’s change your diaper.” “I can change my own diaper, thank you very much.” Rhyse tried to snatch the diaper out of Sky’s hand; an effort that failed miserably. “No,” Sky said. “Clearly you can’t. You wouldn’t have leaked, otherwise.” Rhyse scowled and crossed his arms. “I just peed a lot. That’s all.” “I googled this stuff,” Sky said, a smarmy look on his mug. “These diapers are supposed to have a six thousand milliliter capacity. A person pees maaaaybe two thousand milliliters a day, give or take. You leaked because you put on your diaper wrong. Lay down.” Rhyse stood firm. “No.” “Think about it logically,” Sky said. “You didn’t have any leaks when I put the diaper on you. These things are meant to have help. See the tapes?” “I also see the green dragon thing on the front.” Rhyse spat. “We’ve been over this,” Sky told him. “Are you going to throw another tantrum?” Rhyse sat down on the bed. “Maybe…” Sky sat down beside him. “Did it leak when I put a diaper on you?” “I didn’t pee in the diaper you put on me.” “So you haven’t tried it my way.” Rhyse opened his mouth and closed it. “But I only leaked in my sleep…” he finally said. “Do you want to chance it?” Sky asked. Rhyse didn’t...but he was too proud to admit it. “Lay down,” Sky said, patting the mattress behind him. Reluctantly, Rhyse obeyed. Sky had already diapered him, but Rhyse had never been changed before. It felt alien; violating. The sound of the tapes being ripped off was louder when it wasn’t his fingers peeling them off. The diaper being opened felt more vulnerable when it didn’t immediately plop down to the floor; it was still beneath him. The wipes felt colder, too. This was more delicate; more intimate. And all Rhyse could do was lay there with his hands behind his head. His thumb started to throb while his roommate cleaned his penis for him. So weird. “You can suck your thumb if you need to,” Sky told him. “No judgement.” That was all he needed to hear to start. His pulse immediately slowed. “Hips up. Good boy.” Rhyse didn’t care that he was being talked to like he was some kind of trained animal. His thumb made him feel so much better. Time for the new diaper. “One more time,” Sky said. “Thank you.” The diaper took shape around him as Sky pulled the tapes snugly on and wet and soggy and cold was replaced with warm and dry and crinkly. So much better… Almost as good as his thumb. ******************************************************************************************************** “Wow,” Sky smirked. “You really inhaled those leftover cookies” “You let me have cookies for breakfast,” Rhyse replied. “Of course I did!” Sky grinned. “Thought you’d like them. Contrary to popular belief, cookies don’t get better with age. So you get a junk food breakfast. I get the last bowl of Cheerios. I’ll order more cereal for delivery after we go through the toast. Win-Win.” Internally, Sky was marveling at just how well Rhyse was adapting to this. He seemed like such a cute little tyke, wearing just his diaper, his mouth still covered with crumbs. It was hard not to fall in love with that image. “So what are we doing today?” Rhyse asked. Sky wanted to melt. Rhyse was starting to follow his lead consciously now. Perfect. “No work,” he said. “The house is clean enough.” His roommate seemed relieved by that. “Oh cool,” he said. “I guess I’ll just go hang out in my room.” Shit! Get to the pitch, fast! “But,” Sky said before Rhyse could turn his back on him. “I might have found a way to keep you from turning into a Bee-Vee.” “Oh?” That definitely got Rhyse’s attention. “What?” Sky walked over to the coffee table and dumped the hundreds of jigsaw pieces out. “Puzzles.” “Puzzles?” Rhyse echoed. “How is a puzzle going to help me be a grown...you know…” “Exercises your brain,” Sky lied. “Keeps you focused. They do stuff like this in nursing homes to fight senility. Or at least they did before things went crazy.” Rhyse looked at the disassembled puzzle and back up to Sky. “Okay,” he huffed. “It’s worth a shot. “Cool,” Sky hopped on the couch. “I’ll let you get to it.” He opened his book, and pretended to read. Everything about this morning, about this entire day had been planned in advance to help Rhyse along. Rhyse hadn’t noticed, but the coffee table had been shifted juuuuust far enough so that he couldn’t Rhyse couldn’t piece the jigsaw together and sit on the couch at the same time. At first, Rhyse started bending over. Within ten minutes he was on his knees. Good. Very good. He’d need to get used to playing on the floor. It was where he belonged. At fifteen minutes, Sky’s patience was giving out. Time for a test. “How you doing?” “Fine.” Rhyses voice sounded distant and far off. “Making progress?” “Uh-huh.” “You seem like you’re in a zone.” “Uh-huh.” Perfect. Just as Sky had hoped, Rhyse had worked himself into a light trance. He’d be moving around those tiles and piecing them together, tuning out the rest of the world. Now time to see how strong the trance was. “Do you like this?” “Uh-huh.” Sky licked his lips. “It’s kind of relaxing, isn’t it?” “Uh…” Rhyse paused, and Sky swore he heard the quiet hiss as Rhyse started wetting his diaper. “...Huh”. Sky hid his face behind his book and waited for Rhyse to freak out; to blush; to panic and excuse himself or ask for a change. All that happened was Rhyse kept concentrating on what he was doing and shuffling pieces around. His soon-to-be-little guy was now officially playing in a wet diaper. Good. Very good. Soon enough, Sky hoped, Rhyse wouldn’t even need the trigger word. He’d just be given something to play with and trance himself and nature would take its course. An hour or so later, and Rhyse was about seventy-five percent done. But the cookies from last night were ninety nine percent done if that based on the gurgling coming from Rhyse’s tummy. Sky had lovingly baked the cookies last night from scratch, using laxative chocolate in place of Tollhouse chips. “Gentle overnight relief,” the box had promised. Translation: “Make a baby eat it the night before and he’ll be filling his diaper like a good boy by the middle of next morning.” Right on time. Sky knew Rhyse was about to poop his pants (not that he was wearing any) the moment he took that first deep breath. BLERRRRRRT. Peeking out from over his book, Sky marveled as he watched the back of the diaper tent and fill up. Rhyse, however, just kept playing with his puzzle like a good baby. Experimentally, Sky leaned over and pulled the diaper back. Rhyse didn’t even tense up as Sky peeked in to see the wet and much mass he’d deposited. He didn’t flinch when Sky experimentally patted his backside. “Come on, bud,” he said, taking Rhyse by the hand. “Let’s go get you changed.” Sky watched Rhyse’s eyes widen. “NOOOOO…!” Rhyse screamed. “I wanna finish! Lemme concentrate! LEMME CONCENTRATE!” He released Rhyse as though the boy’s hand was a poisonous snake. Rhyse immediately went quiet and began sucking his thumb, content to keep playing in poopy Pampers. Wow. He really liked this. That’s what all the chatter online had told him. Sky felt tremendous satisfaction, at that. He was right. He was doing what was best for his Bee-Vee boy. Sky knew when Rhyse had finished the puzzle. He heard the gasp. From his spot behind Rhyse on the couch, he watched as the boy reached back and smushed his own diaper. Saw him stand up, legs spread wide in an almost natural instinct to want his own feces away from him. “Sky…” Rhyse started tearing up. “I...I…” Sky took his little roommate’s hand and started patting it reassuringly. “Come on, bubba. Let’s go change your diaper.” ************************************************************************************************************* A few days later, Rhyse trudged around the house with a blanket draped over his shoulder. “Skyyyyyy!” He whimpered. “Can you pleeeeeease turn the air down? It’s chilly in here.” Sky looked up from his book. “You want me to make it warmer…?” Sky asked. The way he asked made it clear that he wasn’t asking for clarification as much as. “You want me to make it warmer in...in this heatwave?” “I can see my breath,” Rhyse whined. “You’re exaggerating.” Sky rolled his eyes. “Just go put some clothes on if you’re chilly.” Rhyse looked himself over. For close to a week, the only clothing Rhyse had worn was the crinkly disposable diapers that Sky had put him in. It didn’t feel good realizing that. It felt worse that he hadn’t realized that dressing himself had been an option. He’d been so busy trying to work on those puzzles and all the other little remedies Sky was trying that self reliance was. With a smile, Sky stood up and took Rhyse by the hand. “I’ll help.” Rhyse was about to protest when he felt a strangely familiar hand squeeze and pat. “I can do it.” “You can’t even select your own underwear,” Sky said. “But thank you for trying.” Rhyse just went along with it and took a seat on his bed while Sky dug through his closet. He felt he was becoming a passive observer in his own life. He hadn’t even made it to the potty...er...toilet in days. Sometimes he was helping Sky with chores (though that was less and less) other times he was trying some weird mental exercise that Sky thought of (and that was more and more). Either way, he’d just kind of zone out, and when he came to his diaper was usually wet (or worse). Sometimes, he’d be completely aware and just pee a little bit...but when he started he couldn’t turn it off. Yesterday, he’d just decided to ride this thing out and went freely in his diaper. No point otherwise. “What about this?” Sky said. Rhyse wanted to light it on fire. “Where did you get that?” Sky looked at the yellow onesie with drawings of bees and honeypots on it. “Got it online.” “I’m not wearing that…” Rhyse knew it was a lie the moment it came out of his mouth. He just had to go through the motions at this point. What was it even doing in his closet? “Come on, Rhyse.” Sky said. “Don’t be like that, buddy.” “It’s a onesie! Only Bee-Vees wear ‘em!” “I think it’s cute. Just wear it,” Sky insisted. “I’m NOT GONNA!” Rhyse stuck his thumb in his mouth. The wave of calm was still battling against an upswell of terror. The pause between the two roommates grew and grew. Sky finally broke the silence. “How is that fair to me? “Whu?” “I’ve been wiping your ass, and changing your diapers, and bathing you-” “BAYFING MEH!?” Rhyse screamed around his thumb. He pulled the digit out of his mouth long enough to enunciate. “You walked in on me in the shower!” “I’ve been doing my best to take care of you,” Sky said, keeping his tone level and calm. “But it’ll be easier to change you if you wear these. That’s why I bought them. No other reason.” When Rhyse continued to pout, Sky added, “Would you rather parade around in just your diaper, all day?” Rhyse knew he was going to end up wearing it when the argument started. At least it was comfortable... ************************************************************************************************************ Rhyse was relaxing in the tiny river, yet again. So relaaaaaxing to just let his cares drift away. “Hey baby boy.” It was Mr. Giant, again. “How are you?” “Guh-guh-guh,” Rhyse mumbled around his finger. The birds were chirping a tinkling little song like a lullabye. “You did a good job today.” Mr. Giant told him. “I’m so proud of you.” A chaste kiss on his forehead made Rhyse blush. Oddly human sized lips for a giant, Rhyse thought, but he didn’t comment. Mr. Giant was magical. He could do anything he wanted, even change his size when it suited. “I’ve got another gift for you,” Mr. Giant told him “This one will help you get rid of all of your sadness and fear.” Rhyse was glad to hear it. There had been a lot of that lately. So much so that his Rhyse had been worried that his thumb would get pruney. The magic thumb was keeping him calm, but it wasn’t getting rid of the bad feelings. It was like baby powder. It covered up bad smells, but didn’t get rid of their cause. “I want you to look at your hands,” Mr. Giant said. “Go on. Look at them.” Rhyse obeyed. “Good boy. Now I want you take all your bad feelings; all your fussiness and anger. Force it allll into your hands. Your hands are starting to feel heavy, aren’t they?” “Uh-huh…” Rhyse could finally speak clearly because his thumb was out of his mouth. He’d gotten so used to talking to Mr. Giant, that he wasn’t mumblign as much, either. “You can’t keep all of those bad feelings in anymore, little buddy. They’ll stay in your hands for a while. But Rhyse took a look at the palms of his hands. They were getting red. Glowing red. Burning metal red. “In my diaper…?” Rhyse asked. “Oh-ho-ho!” Mr. Giant laughed. “No, silly boy. Your hands! Your hands! Put all of your anger into your hands and let them get heavy. But when you grab something. Like a cup. Or a spoon or a fork. All of that heavy, heavy anger will go riiiiight out. No need to be angry, or fussy. And all you’ll have left is silly happy feelings. Because all of the heaviness will go out of your hands, and into what you’re holding.” Rhyse looked at his hands, burning red. Yes. This made sense. Whatever he picked up would fill with his bad thoughts. And only is good thoughts would be lift. ************************************************************************************************************ Rhyse was howling with laughter, and he wasn’t sure why. All he knew was that he couldn’t drink from a glass and it was hilarious for some reason. He’d gotten up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water, and was now drenched from the top of his onesie in water. Everytime he lifted the glass to his lips, it just felt so heavy. It was like trying to heave a full garbage can instead of a drinking glass. He could make it budge, but then everything got top heavy. After the first one crashed to the floor and shattered, he switched to plastic instead of glass. The door to Sky’s room opened. Sky had bags around his eyes and looked like he’d just barely drifted off to sleep “Rhyse?” He asked. “What is going on, baby? Buddy…” he half corrected himself. “Haaaaa!” Rhyse howled with laughter. He sounded like he was a giggly little boy, even as his mind was racing. “I can’t drink! I keep spilling! Haaaa-haaaa-haaaa-hooooo!” Sky frowned, but something looked off about it, though Rhyse was too tired to piece it all together. “Here,” he said. “Let me help.” Sky reached into the cupboard and took out a plastic bottle with a rubber nipple on top. “A baby bottle?” “It’s my nephew’s from when I used to babysit... I dug it out...just in case.“ Rhyse knew it to be a lie...but he was just so tired. He just wanted to relax. He didn’t even feel his diaper warming up. Sky filled up the bottle and led him back over to the couch. Sky sat down first and then guided Rhyse’s head into his lap. “Let’s give this a try.” That’s when Rhyse knew it was going to be all downhill from here. When the nipple touched his lips he started to nurse and suckle, and deep down through a dreamy haze, Rhyse knew he wasn’t going to be able stop. Even as his tummy started rumbling. Even as he lifted his knees up to his belly button. Even as he started pushing the solid mush into his diaper. He was broken. He was a Bee-Vee. The virus had his body. His mind was next. *********************************************************************************************************** Several days later, as Rhyse rested in the nursery, Sky listened on the baby monitor, filled with a sense of pride and contentment. The transitions came faster and faster, and Rhyse was happily complying. It was like being a cute little Bee-Vee was what Rhyse was meant to be, deep down; even if he’d never contracted the virus. Computer swap out for a baby monitor? No problems. No arguments. Same with the crib and the mobile. Without even suggesting it (subliminally or otherwise) Rhyse was starting to refer to Sky as “Daddy” and Sky was in no mood to deny it. This was everything that Sky had ever wanted. The little mewling sounds Rhyse was making as he made boom-booms was adorable. But because he wasn’t done with the nap, yet, Rhyse would close his eyes and go back to sleep, full diaper or not; just like a baby. “My little stinker,” Sky chuckled to himself. A new headline greeted Sky as he logged into his social media. “Warning: Baby Virus is a Misnomer.” Sky kept reading. “While it is true that dementia and temporary incontinence are common symptoms in approximately twenty percent of the infected, especially among the elderly” the article said, “the virus has been shown to have a tendency to mutate in younger carriers. Most prominently is a form of psychosis and an overwhelming urge to reduce someone to an infantile state. Many doctors, nurses, and other professional caregivers are being quarantined and put under observation and further study after falsifying findings as an excuse to continue to baby their patients. People suffering these particular side effects have been shown to still retain a high level of intelligence and develop tendencies towards manipulation; going so far as to poison those close to them in an attempt to coerce them into diapers and acting like a baby. If your loved one insists that you might have contracted the virus, be careful; experts warn. They may in fact be the ones who have become infected.” Sky read the article. Then deleted it. (THE END) Note: This One-Shot was done for my patreon. http://patreon.com/personalias

I consider myself a poop, pee diaper lover. I tuck my penis so it looks like I have a vagina. I will be honest its not easy when you have a good sized penis. There are many times I have pooped on my own penis and to contrary belief of the nay sayers it felt great !! So if thats what you consider scat, so be it. I have had my wifes poop on my penis and my privates more times than I can remember so if that makes me a scat lover, I will proudly say I love scat. Poop is made to be washed off.. A quick shower or playing with a hose in the basement never stopped us from having fun. I am a diaper lover for 23 years and nothing will change that !!

LOL

Kerry, there are days when I’m not sure I’m not a lesbian little in this life. Or maybe that’s the pandemic isolation talking. Who knows. Also, Daphne is not a little. Just because she got her diaper changed in the middle of the night and ate breakfast on her wife’s lap and sometimes gets her bare bottom spanked in the church basement does not mean she’s a ... dammit.

That's what I've been looking for a long time, a DD story where the little or in this case the 2 little ones come to an Amazon that is evil and cruel and undergo all kinds of operations. I will definitely stay on it. And even if it sounds sadistic and cruel, I hope your story will stay that dark.

New to this site looking to make friends that enjoy diapers and being little. I live in western ma. Love to chat

@Babyspiderboy95 It is ALWAYS better to WAIT for a while, and get the newer console(s) after they come out, but NOT right away. That way, if there are any problems, like what occurred with my brother's original PS3, or my friend's PS3, which burned up one day, or when you had the XBOX 360 with the "Red Ring" you can wait and see what happens, and hopefully, get the newest ones, with the problems taken care of. So many times, people get the brand new system, and they may spend lots of money, only to realize that they have a defect or a problem - Waiting usually means that the bugs can be worked out All in all, a GOOD decision sir! Brian

I just stepped outside, and sure enough, startled a cat stalking a possum right off my patio. I’m tell ya - they’re murder lovers!

I just started trying out cloth recently, ( maybe for just a little over month now ? ) when I had been trying only disposables for about a year. mainly because I was very carious and had been on my to do list for a while, now finally got my chance, as right now I have two that are with Velcro hooks , also with a single pair of plastic pants, and I must say I was quite pleased by how nice they felt, very comfy, as in I really like the soft fabric feel of them, though do miss the crinkle sound you'd get from disposables ( though the plastic pants to sort of make up for it a little ) Sure, having to wash them after " usage " could start to be a bit of a hassle, ( I only tried them for going number one ) but the fact It can be a little less expensive then always buying disposables makes it pretty good still, ( still I love both types )they are defiantly however more what I'd wear if I am just going to to lounge around house and such and not bother to actually do my business in them. now I certainly would love to get a chance to try the kind that require safety pins of sorts just because ?

If I'm reading this right, you want to make an ABDL story for non-ABDL readers. And frankly, I've done beta-reading with non-ABDL's, and no matter how you gently or slowly you ease it into the story, involving diapers is a shock to their system.

Thanks Crinklz! The board license has been renewed!

Chapter 13: Another After School Special I read from the barely legible handwriting in front of me: “I like to eat chicken and ham chicken and ham is good to eat I like to eat chicken and ham and ham and chicken and chicken and chicken and ham I like to eat chicken and ham….” I looked up from the paper. “And it just goes on and on. Janet,” I said, “is there an Eldritch code in this somewhere or did this child get kicked in the head before writing?” Tracy and Beouf cackled in their chairs. “Do these children not know what a period is?” More laughter. Janet reached across the cluster of desks. “Let me see.” She squinted at the paper, analyzing the handwriting. “This is Ethan.” She said. “Yeeeah, Ethan has a learning disability. Great at talking, bad at getting his words on paper. He just starts to go on a loop and can’t stop. This is still a big improvement from the beginning of the year.” Tracy, Beouf, and I stopped giggling. Great. Now I felt guilty. “Unfortunately he gets no credit for this,” Janet sighed and made a ‘0’ with her big red pen. “Didn’t even write to the prompt.” “What was the prompt, again?” Tracy asked. “They were supposed to write about who their role models were,” Beouf said. Silence. “Chicken and ham.” A whisper by me. “Ham and chicken.” A little louder from Tracy. “Chicken and ham and ham and chicken.” Beouf. Even louder. “Ham and chicken and chicken and ham!” Janet shouting! We all burst out laughing. All of us. Even Janet. Sometimes you just had to laugh at this stuff. It was better than crying, anyhow. Janet flopped her head down on the desk. “Kill me. Just kill me. Dead please. Thank you.” More laughter. We were all gathered in Janet’s room. A few days ago, her students had had to participate in a school wide writing exercise in which every third through fifth grader had to write to a prompt for close to an hour straight. Sit still. No talking. Eyes on paper. Just write. Not what you want to write. Write about the most generic thing possible: Shit like ‘Favorite season’, or ‘Favorite food’ or ‘Role models’. It was bad for the kids and worse for the adults who had to enforce it. Keep an atmospher of perfect quiet and focus with a bunch of eight and nine year olds? Might as well have asked them to find the Lost City of Ohiyo while they were at it. Also, it goes without saying, but written essays had to be graded eventually. That’s where we came in. Janet had asked Beouf and I to help her grade the work, and naturally (having nothing better to do) we obliged. Tracy was technically off the clock, but elected to stick around and help. We pushed some student desks together, (I was left to supervise of course) divied up the stack, broke out some pens, and indulged in the ages old habit- that tradition passed down from teacher generation to teacher generation: Grading papers, talking trash, making jokes, and quietly worrying about how good we really were at our jobs. “At least his spelling was fine,” Beouf said, “Do you want us to count spelling?” Not breaking her gaze from her own pile, Janet tapped a printout she’d placed in the middle of the cluster. “It’s on a rubric. If the spelling doesn’t really stop you from understanding what they’re trying to say, let it pass once or twice. But if it’s starting to interfere with comprehension or happening a lot, start marking off for it.” “Got it.” A quick glance let me see red ink go flying across Beouf’s selected page. “Geesh, my babies can spell better than this.“ No joke… I swallowed my pride and kept marking at my papers. To prevent bias, all student names were covered up with tape, but I was secretly hoping that the ones who were doing particularly well were some of my former students. Tracy and I must have been on the same wavelength that afternoon. “I think I got Mason’s,” she said to me. Sitting at the Amazon student’s desk, Tracy might have been mistaken for a student instead of staff; it fit her perfectly. “Remember how he used to write his lowercase a’s?” I leaned over, having to stand on the gigantic chair to be able to write on the desk. “Oh yeah. That’s Mason, alright.” “Let me guess,” Janet said, “the little flourish he does after the tail?” Tracy and I nodded and laughed. “Sounds like Mason Hargrove to me.” She looked up. “Do I have you two to thank for that?” “I guess...” I chuckled. “It’s kind of something he’s always done.” “I’m kinda glad he kept it,” Tracy said. “It’s a part of him.” I bit of nostalgia came over me. “Seeing how they grow from year to year is one of the neat things about this job.” “Yeah…” Beouf said, moving onto her next essay to grade. Tracy and I shot each other a look. Beouf was probably just agreeing for the sake of agreement. Most of her students stayed in her room for years at a time or their Amazons withdrew them to a private daycare. Beouf’s kids never grew up. They’d all already done that by the time they got to her. Life isn’t fair. It’s complicated. We got back to grading. The laughter could only last so long before drudgery kicked in. A few more minutes of reading this third grader’s account of them looking up to their softball coach or that third grader’s rambling about the latest pop star, and Tracy broke the silence. “Oh, how about that joke, Mrs. Grange?” Janet looked up from her stack of essays. “What joke?” “The joke about your husband!” Tracy said. “The one you told me when we first started talking! I”ve been trying to tell Clark, but I just can’t quite get the details right.” Is that what Tracy had been doing the last couple of weeks? Something about somebody painting a house, and a cat, and gasoline...I’m still not sure, even as I write about this. Janet looked like she’d just tasted sour milk, or like she was constipated. So that’s what that looked like from the outside. “I’d rather not.” Sore subject, apparently. “Oh come on!” Tracy was already starting to laugh. “It was a really good joke.” I looked towards our newest friend. Unlike Tracy, I could read a room. “It’s cool,” I said. “Don’t worry about it. Had to be there, right? Janet chewed on her lip. “Right.” Beouf put down her pen. “Something wrong, hon?” The young Amazon looked weary, and not just teacher weary. A cup of coffee might not help this. “Things aren’t going so hot right now,” she said. “We’re trying for a baby.” Neither of my coworkers cooed or smiled or awed at that. “It’s not going so well...” She looked at the floor and let the comment hang. “You could always try adoption,” Beouf offered. Tracy and I shared another look. This time it wasn’t wistfully knowing or nostalgic or anything resembling happy. When Amazons talked about adoption, real babies- much less Amazon ones- didn’t often figure into it. As the two shortest people in the room, we were both suddenly very uncomfortable. Yes, even though it was just Beouf. Yes, even though Janet had proved to be fairly sane for an Amazon. Janet smiled politely with her mouth, but frowned with her eyes. “Maaaaaaaaybe…” she said. “I hadn’t thought about that.” Based on her tone and her careful hemming and hawing, Janet was being polite. It was the type of reply that people gave when they wanted to say no, but didn’t want to offend. Beouf’s entire career hinged around Little adoption. Janet was being polite. To her credit, Beouf dropped the matter with a shrug. “It’s not for everybody.“ Darn right it wasn’t. Janet tried to lighten the mood. “I probably wouldn’t tell it right, anyways. You really had to be there.” She half heartedly did jazz fingers. “Cat walks under a ladder. It ran out of gas. Yuk-yuk-yuk-yuk!” My ears wiggled. “Yuk-yuk-yuk-yuk?” I said. I almost got whiplash from how quickly I snapped my head up. “Fuzzy? Fuzzy Bird? Did you just quote Fuzzy Bird? Muffets?!” A more genuine smile, and a glint of mischief from Janet. “I did!” “You like the Muffets?!” I lost a bit of composure. I’d grown up watching reruns of the show and the various movies. It wasn’t a cartoon so it was deemed safe to watch. Janet’s face opened up even more. She was becoming all eyes and teeth. “Uhhh, YEAH! Who doesn’t?” Now it was Tracy and Beouf’s turn to exchange looks, theirs a bit confused. “I have a couple of Muffet stuffies in my classroom for the kids to play with during free time!” “Stuffets! I know! I saw them the first time I walked in!” Janet was bouncing in her seat. “I’ve got some, too!” “You do?” I felt myself shaking with something other than rage. “Where?” Janet looked shocked. Insulted in the way only a true geek can be insulted. I’d just challenged her credentials. “Uh...there!” She motioned to the wall directly behind her; just to the right of the board. There, sitting on a shelf that was bolted to the wall, were Muffets. Kremit the Turtle, Miss Puggy, Fuzzy Bird. Ralph the Piano Playing Rat. Gongzo the Strange! She even had the mad scientist and his assistant; Nutz and Bolt. Muffets. So many Muffets. “How did I not notice these before?” “Because you were so busy looking at the clock,” she teased. “Did I tell you guys how nervous he was?” “Oooooh no! Do not change the subject!” I said. “We’re talking about Muffets! Muffets. Now.” Cassie hated the Muffets. It wasn’t a deal breaker in our relationship, obviously, but I just got razzed everytime I brought it up. I hadn’t had anyone to talk about this show with in years. “My son used to watch the Muffets all the time when he was growing up,” Beouf said. Tracy agreed. “Yeah. It’s a pretty funny kids’ show.” Like a T.V. lawyer, Janet was standing up to her full height. “It is NOT a kids’ show!” she declared. “It’s a classic international intellectual property that is family friendly and written for all ages. ALL! AGES!” She was going way over the top and overly theatrical. It gave the mini-rant an air of light heartedness. And yet...I would not want to have contradicted Janet Grange in that moment. Her passion was a joke until it wasn’t. Rather like the Muffets themselves, come to think of it. “It’s seen a surge in sales over the last few decades since home media’s become more readily available,” I said. I was trying to hide my own giddiness while showing off my fan credentials. “But during its initial six season run, The Muffet Show was on primetime television, well past children’s bedtimes.” “What Gibson said! All ages.” She reached out for a high-five. “Up top, Clark!” I slapped her palm. I couldn’t help it; I was excited. So sue me. Janet and I then proceeded to embarrass ourselves for the next short eternity with conversation bits that went a little like: “Remember when Gongzo tried to sing opera while on fire!” “Or how about the time Fuzzy actually finished a bit-” “But the theatre was empty?!” “YAS!” It wasn’t until Tracy was packing up to leave that we looked at the clock and realized we had less than five minutes left in the work day. “Oh...sorry,” I said, finally realizing enough to blush a bit. “Oh it’s no problem,” Janet said. “It was kind of cute,” Beouf chuckled, leaning back in the student desk. For once, I didn’t mind being called ‘cute’. Maybe because it was the act and not me. Maybe because an Amazon was included in that statement, shielding me. I don’t know. I glanced at the clock. “I can grade at least one more essay,” I said. I picked a paper from my stack and started to read it. I shouldn’t have. I really wish I hadn’t. My red pen went clattering to the floor, and my good natured blush became hot. Fear and righteous anger started to bubble up inside of me. It was Mrs. Beouf that spoke up. “Mr. Gibson? Clark? Are you okay? What’s wrong.” “My role model used to be Mr. Gibson,” I choked out, reading from the essay. “He taught me that it was a good thing to grow up and not be a Little baby.” Tracy saw the look on my face. “Boss? What’s wrong with that? Why are you shaking?” “Little is capitalized,” I said. I was keeping my voice low and quiet. It was either that or scream until my throat burst. “He’s not using the word as an adjective.” I couldn’t see the name on the paper, but I knew who’d written this. “My students barely know commas,” Grange told me. “It’s nothing.” I just kept reading on. “He helped me grow up and learn to use the potty by showing me how silly it looked to be a baby all your life. I remember all the times Miss Tracy would take him into the bathroom to change his diaper for him, and how silly and immature he must have felt doing that. When he came into our classroom a while ago he was still wearing a diaper. I could see it poking out of the back of his pants.” I’d like to tell you that I kept a steady pitch and tone throughout. That I kept my cool and every single syllable came out as something bored or neutral. That would be a lie. My words were unsteady and shaky. They sped up and slowed down as I fought my body for control and lost. The word ‘pants’ in particular came out high and squeaky, and every time I said ‘diaper’ the word was a breathy whisper as the air rushed out of my lungs whenever I tried to pronounce it. “Jeremy Merriwether,”Janet growled. “That shithead.” The ripped off the masking tape to confirm it. I’d fallen down in the oversized chair and was sitting down for the first time that afternoon. I had to. I brought my knees up to my chest and rested my arms on them. My life was over. Totally over. Cassie was going to kill me if I ever got to see her again. I was breaking down. I was openly crying. I was frozen. Fear and anger were mixing inside of me, and right now the ratio was leaning towards fear. Both Beouf and Tracy were standing over me. Patting me on the back. Shushing me. “This isn’t an essay,” I cried. “It’s a written accusation!” “It’s gonna be alright Mr. Gibson,” Mrs. Beouf told me. “You’re fine. You’ve done nothing wrong.” A hint of the other day’s old righteous indignation came over me. I looked up at my old ally with snot starting to bubble out from my nose. “Melony!” I squeaked. “There are Littles in your classroom who were adopted for less.” “Well yeah,” Beouf replied. “But it was true in their case. Yours isn’t.” Right then I wished I could have believed her. “Typical.” “I don’t change diapers,” Tracy said as if that solved everything. “I barely help with the kids’ Pull-Ups after the first report card. We make them do it themselves.” “That’s not the point,” I said. “If they find anything that they could use to justify my firing, they’ll do it. And...and...” I couldn’t finish the sentence. It’d be all downhill from there. Fired meant can’t hold down a job, meant needed caring for, meant adoption and permanent revoking of my rights. All because I was Little. I buried my eyes in my hands again. “Typical.” The world became a radio as I stared into the palms of my own hands. “Fire you for what?” Janet asked. “Immaturity.” Tracy and Beouf said. “A tiny clause in all of our contracts. If they can reasonably prove that we’re unfit for our position, most often due to Maturosis, they can terminate our contract without additional proceedings or cause.” Janet sounded confused. Offended even. “Why is that in his contract?” “Typical.” The word was becoming a moan of pain instead of a curse. They weren’t really listening to me by this point. Not that they needed to. “It’s in all of ours,” Tracy told Janet. “Yours too. Mixed up in there with all the other gobbledy gook that you sign.” “It’s a provision left over from a couple of decades ago,” Mrs. Beouf said. She was still gently patting my back. “It was the only way to get the Union to allow Littles and Tweeners in. They didn’t want to be seen as supporting incompetents. It’s never been phased out. Politics.” “Will they find anything?” Janet asked. “Anything that could get him...y’know...?” I was too overwhelmed to be insulted just then. It was Tracy who scoffed, but Beouf who answered. “Nothing that Brollish or one of her suck ups don’t plant themselves.” “Typical.” “Why don’t we just lose the paper?” Tracy suggested. Beouf gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Can’t do that. We’re all mandated reporters and this is a serious accusation. If we don’t report it, we’re all liable.” “Typical.” It was the only word I had just then. “Then what do we do?” Janet asked. “Hypothetically?” Beouf said. “Because of the way it was submitted, we have some plausible deniability as far as time table. Clark didn’t find this, today. Mrs. Grange might find it tonight finishing up the grading, and report it first thing in the morning.” Janet took the hint. “And while I’m discovering it, what’ll you two be doing?” It was Tracy who said it first, and best. “Scouring his classroom. Making sure there’s no wiggle room for Brollish. Covering Clark’s butt so that someone doesn’t diaper it instead.” No one laughed. I made a mental note to text Cassie. I was going to be late tonight. Then I’d have to get ready for the fight when I got home. “It’s not fair,” I said. “It’s just not fair.” I would have said it more, screamed it if I could. “It’s not,” Janet said. “Clark, I’m so sorry. When I invited you to teach my class, I didn’t mean for this to happen!” “We know,” Beouf said. “We know.” I could only nod my agreement. Words were hard just then. The three circled around me. Hugging me. Hugging each other. Down the back of my neck, I swore I felt a teardrop. I’d just gotten everything I thought I’d wanted from a few days prior: A hug from several trusted friends and confidants. A sincere apology. Maybe even an Amazon’s tears. I’d gotten everything I’d said to myself I’d needed, and felt more scared and miserable than ever. The hug broke off. “Come on, Boss,” Tracy said. “Let’s hop to it. This might be a long night.”

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Hello everyone. Friday is finally here which means time for another update. I came down with the dreaded plague and have been unable to update at all this week, good thing I'm a few chapters ahead for you all. I'm glad to see everyone likes Hector. Originally, I had wanted to make him a self insert character, but realized that wasn't a good fit for the story. For those of you who did not like the start of this story, there will be punishments coming, however, nothing as dark as the beginning. Some times bratty babies need a red behind. Haha. Hope you all continue to enjoy! Chapter 12: Answers Hector’s smile never left as he took a deep breath before beginning, “There are two questions and I’ll start by answering the overarching one first. Why do Amazons treat littles like babies?” “Littles? Amazons?” “Yup. Those are the common terms for paulo sapiens like yourself and Tiffany, and ingens sapiens like me and my siblings.” Sapien was a term she recognized from the science classes she took in highschool and freshmen year biology. But wasn’t there something else that was added to that to label humans? “Many evolutionary biologists have studied the divergence our species took from our ancestors and dimensional biologists have studied the differences and similarities between both Amazons and Littles in other spaces.” “Dimensional biologists? Wait, you’re saying that we are in another dimension? Like some cheesy science fiction story?” “Does that really surprise you at this point? Given everything you’ve seen, this must have been obvious.” The indignation began to boil back up, “And why should I believe one god damn thing that comes out of your mouth anyway?!?!” If she could sit up any further in this highchair she would have, but the angle and padding of the surface made getting out difficult. She matched his glare with her own. There was a stiff silence in the air before he sighed before getting up and walking towards the sink. For her part, Tiffany seemed to want to melt into her seat while Ava continued to keep the anger inside her going. Watching him walk towards her with a bar of soap in her hand was like a firetruck to her inferno, and the flames quickly turned to embers as he towered over her. Ava cinched her jaw shut as he reached forward. Hector placed the bar on the plastic tray next to her plate before turning and walking back to his seat. The threat was made perfectly clear. “Anyways. Since Amazons discovered Littles, they have always taken care of them in one shape or another. We recognized that mentally, physically, and emotionally most littles are not as capable as adults. Sure there are a few who can rise above their genetics dispositions and find a modicum of success, but for the most part you need a firm hand.” “You’re joking.” “Not at all.” He had to be lying. It had to be some kind of sick joke, “Look, Hector. I guess I can swallow the whole “Different Dimension” thingy. But where I come from, we have a functioning society where people of my size go about their daily lives as functioning adults with no need for diapers.” One again he got up and walked over to her and reached down below the tray. Anger boiled up in her as she felt the slightly damp padding press against her. “Hmmmm. I remember changing you out of a very soaked diaper last night, and it looks like the fresh one you had this morning is also less than dry.” “How dare you! Don’t you dare put your fucking hands on…” Too quick to process, Hector had taken the soap off of the tray and shoved it deep into her mouth. It seemed to fit perfectly as it glided in past her teeth back to her molars. The disgusting sudsy taste of soap filled her mouth as she pulled back away from him. His hand followed and her head was pinned behind the soft backing of the highchair and the soap filling her mouth. “Et eh ow!” She mumbled behind the white block gag. “Two warnings and you still used another naughty word. Honestly out of the few things I’ve heard from you, almost all of them have been inappropriate.” The soap was held firm for a moment before she felt the pressure back off. He pulled it part way out before pushing it back in. The taste worsened as he thoroughly washed her mouth out. Several minutes passed alternating between pushing it in and out of her mouth and leaving it there before being completely pulled out. She began to spit the suds out as he looked down at her. “Are you going to act like a big girl now.” She willed her looks to kill as she stared venomously up at him, “Fuck you.” She growled feeling the indignation and rage boil over once again. He began to walk away down the hallway and then turned to go up the stairs. She spat out more of the disgusting taste as she shouted after him. “Your nothing more than a fucked up racist piece of shit. Fuck you and your genetic dispositions. If anyone has a disposition, it would be the fucked up giants that are treating grown adults like invalid shit machines.” The heavy breathing after her tirade was the only sound in the kitchen as the footsteps above seemed to be coming back. Tearing her eyes away from the hallway she looked over to Tiffany whose face was a mix of pity and horror. “And you. How can you stand to deal with this crap? Do you like shitting your pants? Do you get off on him dressing you like some kind of baby. I bet you like it when…” Her mouth was suddenly filled with plastic and she could feel straps across her cheeks. By the time she reached up to try and pull off the gag, Hector had already moved the straps underneath her hair and a distinctive click could be heard behind her. Ava screamed into the gag that was now secured to her face, but only a faint muffling could be heard. The bulb pressed into both of her cheeks as well as the roof of her mouth and her tongue. While not as big as the worst Mommy used, she could tell that her voice was effectively muted until the gag was removed. She glared at the bastard as he casually walked over to Tiffany. “Okay, hun. You’re all done with breakfast and your sister obviously needs a time out. Why don’t you go watch T.V. in the living room while your sister takes a chill pill in the playpen. I need someone to watch her while I clean up and finish up with those court documents.” “Okay, Daddy.” Hector lifted her up by her armpits and set her down on the ground where she casually walked off towards what was presumably the living room. Fixing his eyes back on Ava he gave one more exasperated sigh as he undid the clips holding the tray of the highchair in place. After being picked up and placed on the jailer’s hip she could see that not only did the highchair have some kind of locking system for the tray, but buckles looked like they were retracted all over, presumably to be pulled out and restrain her further. She shuddered as her view of the kitchen was replaced by a sizable living room. Once more Ava was in awe of just how big everything in this world was, but even more so in her new “home”. Whereas Mommy’s house had been large for a normal person, it would have been a quaint retirement sized home for these giants. The room before her was obviously for someone of wealth. Two leather couches at 90 degrees with a wooden coffee table in the middle faced a movie theater sized T.V. and all manner of electrical equipment safely behind childproofed glass panels underneath. Behind the couch not backed up to a wall seemed to be a whole other half of the living room. Older looking furniture all facing a stone fireplace including several armchairs and a loveseat. Her view was cut short from any further analysis as white mesh obstructed her line of sight. Soft padding was felt under her feet as she was lowered down into an adult sized playpen. Many toys lay strewn about each looking colorful and childish as she looked up towards Hector with an unnerving mix of hurt and anger. “Ok, babygirl. You play nicely with your toys and I’ll be back in a little bit. Your big sister is in charge so listen carefully to what she says.” He bent over the railings with his face inching towards her, lips slightly puckered. Disgusted, Ava recoiled before he got close enough. Was this sicko just trying to kiss me?!?!? “Ok then. No forehead kisses for Little Miss Monster. Daddy still loves both his girls.” As he walked back towards the kitchen he ruffled Tiffany's head before disappearing from the playpens view. Footsteps could be heard down the length of the kitchen before hitting hardwood flooring and then softening out of earshot.

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Phil you are a part of this family and you mean a lot to me. Eve trusts you with her life and I see why. You gave her a thumbs up and you knew me for only about an hour. You were with her during hard times and good times. You are the rock we lean on in times of need. We all love you here.. Make it home safe and I am keeping Jade company. Don't work too hard baby love you !!

As they left and I returned to Beautiful. Beautiful asked "What was that all about, Denny still having a problem with Shannin's bedwetting?" "Nope was wondering how much sex was to much before you get pregnant." I said. "They going at it like Rabbits I take it?" Beautiful asked. "Yep, I had to tell them that all it takes is once. They didnt even know how Shannons's Cycle worked, she didnt even understand why she has a period." "You are kidding me?" "Nope she asked her mom why she had a period, her mom told her "Because you do!" She asked me why parents don't want to talk to kids about sex? I told her mostly they are embarrased. I think I need to go kick James and Shannon's mom's ass. Denny was just as clueless as Shannon was!" "Come on your an old tough guy. I bet you were not embarresed to tell them about sex!" Said Beautiful. "I think they got the mechanics of it down, I had to explain the timing. You know when to lay off like next Wednesday through Sunday. They should be good and not create any babies." "You told them about the best form of birth control!" Said Beautiful. "I also told them about an asprin being the best form of birth control." I said. "How does that work?" Beautiful asked? "You dont know how an asprin is the best form of birth control? I asked what type was you talking about?" "The rhythm method what you suggested. Now how does this asprin work?" Asked Beautiful?. "You take one asprin put it between your knees and hold it there!" I said. Beautiful got a smile then she began to giggle then it turned into a belly laugh. She snorted which got me laughing and her laughing more. "Stop, stop, I'm pissing myself!" I found this funny and started laughing more!" "Stop, Stop please!" Beautiful was pleading with me. I stopped laughing, I was still in the mood to laugh. Soon Beautiful was coming down. "Thanks I got to go get my diaper changed. I laughed so hard, an Asprin works to!" Beautiful said.

Agreed - Crinklz for sure, they use a "tape-on-a-tape" system, so they don't rely on a reinforced "landing zone". In my experience, most of the Rearz products do have that clear plastic overlay at the front, except for the ones that come with Velcro-like tabs, which instead have a sort of textured landing zone. Most AB diapers have that reinforced zone so that the tabs can be pulled off and put back on; I have some plain white diapers that don't have the landing zone, but they are a one-and-done diaper - once you put it on, you aren't taking it off unless you want to engage in repair work with packing tape, because the front will be ripped and the tapes will be shot, if you take them off. They remind me of the pampers of my youth, though - back then, you couldn't undo the tabs without probably ripping the front of the diaper.

On the disposable side, Carousel diapers were some of my favorites. Tykables Tighty Whities / S.E.X. all white diapers are hard to get, but they are at least available as they are the same diaper as the MyDiaper Night White diaper. I also preferred the original Crinklz with the larger animals on them compared to the smaller ones nowadays. My personal white whale was the Dr. P diapers with the purple and yellow hearts, but those are long gone. On the cloth / diaper cover side, I miss V.I. Products vinyl panties. They were pretty much Gerber plastic panties. I still have a good number of them and I'm keeping good care of them, but I still wish I bought a whole lot more before they closed down.

A soft, tinkling mechanic lullaby filled the air, stirring Reila from sleep. She blinked sleepily, eyes focusing on a bunch of little stuffed toys dangling on strings above her. They rotated, playing the tinny melody. A baby’s mobile. What the hell? Was she dreaming? She brought her hands up to rub her eyes, surprised at the touch of soft cloth and thick padding. Padded mittens. Fucking pink padded mittens.She wiggled her fingers in the confines of the thick padding. The most she could do was curl her fingers slightly. The stiff padding wouldn’t let her form a fist. Helpless panic washed over her.The weird nightmare with Azrael and Nicky flooded her brain. Eyes wide and fully awake, heart pounding, her head swivelled frantically on her pillow. Wooden bars rose up on either side of her- a crib. She jerked herself into a sitting position with a loud crinkle from her bottom. Her room was still the same. But she was in a crib.She looked around the room, still cluttered with Uschi’s old crap. The owl statue on the dresser sat facing her mockingly, sharpening the memory of the dream. The only other new addition was a large changing table made of polished wood. A thin plastic mattress and safety straps occupied the top; the lower shelves were filled with stacks upon stacks of thick, folded plastic rectangles in various colors and prints. Enormous Christmas diapers; thick monstrosities just waiting for her. Boxes of wipes, bottles of baby powder, tubes of ointments, and a clear jar filled with wax bullets- homemade suppositories. A cheery red bow sat in the middle of the mat. A similar green bow was tied around a post at the foot of the crib. No longer Uschi’s spare bed, but a large, adult sized crib just for her. She stared through the wooden bars. The mobile overhead continued to rotate with its soft lullaby. The numbness of shock gradually wore off as she processed her new, babified reality. Azrael was taking this joke way, way too far. Az must have come visiting last night on Christmas Eve, drugged her, then set all this baby shit up. Where would she get all this big baby furniture from? Nicky, of course. That fucking diaper shitting tard was always ruining things for her. This seemed like a lot of trouble for a prank- more trouble than it was worth. Would Uschi really let Azrael go that far? It seemed unlikely. Reila frowned. Time to find out what the hell was going on and to crack some skulls in. She grabbed the thin wooden bars and yanked, trying to pull them down. It didn’t budge. Anger started to burn through the numbness. She growled, gums sliding over each other and a large drop of drool running down her chin and onto her pink fleece sleeper. Pain flared along the sore, inflamed tissue. She gasped, mouth open as her tongue swept over her toothless gums. Her teeth Where were her teeth? An image of Azrael pulling each tooth out with bloody pliers while she screamed and screamed ran through her head. She violently shook her head from side to side, dispelling the memory. She could still feel the ghost of her teeth in her gums. Not real. Just a nightmare coupled with some sick, twisted joke. A wave of wet warmth washed over her genitals, pee sloshing around her already soggy diaper, slowly being absorbed. She shifted, wriggling experimentally. Her diaper squished and crinkled. Peeing made her suddenly aware of the enormous diaper engulfing her, forcing her legs far apart. She hadn’t been in a diaper this thick since the red and candy cane monstrosity of Nicky’s. The feel of that diaper brought the nightmare to life, let her know it was real. Her bubble of disbelief popped, reality set in and she screamed her horror. Pain flared in her raw throat, too sore from last night to vent her fresh terror. Her scream died down to a desperate, hoarse gurgle.The door opened and Sonja sauntered in, yawning and stretching. She came over to the crib and smiled down at Reila. “There’s my baby! Merry Christmas! She’s in her crib just like a good baby, and I bet from that fussy face, she’s got a wet diapee for her mommy!” Sonja cooed, lowering the side rail. The gentle, tender warmth in her eyes and tone shocked Reila out of her hysteria. When was the last time her mother ever looked at her like that? Gone was the exasperated apathy and resigned disappointment and frustration. Sonja looked genuinely happy to see her. Reila wondered if Azrael had scrambled Sonja’s brains or replaced her with another person or put a spell on her or something. This loving woman was not the Sonja she knew. Sonja popped open the snaps on Reila’s mint green, footed sleeper and helped herself to her diaper. The soggy padding squished under her probing fingers. Reila’s eyes widened. Where did her nightgown go? This wasn’t a joke or a prank- Azrael the Christmas demon truly had turned her into a big, adult sized baby. She ran her tongue over her sore, toothless gums and whimpered. “Shh, sweetie. Mommy’s getting her angel out of that icky wet diapee.” Sonja cooed and picked Reila up as if she weighed no more than a real baby. Sonja didn’t react to Reila’s size at all- it was as if she saw Reila as an actual baby. Just like how Emma Jean handled Rachel. How Azrael handled Nicky. Sonja laid Reila down on the changing table, pooped open her sleeper, and changed her diaper as proficiently as if she’d been doing so for years. “Waa daa hoo?” Reila tried to talk, opened her mouth to see if she could still talk like Rachel and Nicky. She meant to say what the hell, but all that came out was unintelligible baby babble. Her heart skipped a beat. Just how much of a baby did Az turn her into?“Aa ba boo to you too.” Sonja cooed. “Are you excited to see what Santa brought you?” Reila frantically shook her head, but Sonja ignored her. She’d barely processed the carnage Azrael had wrought on her body, let alone on the rest of her life. She hadn’t even gotten around to thinking about that, couldn’t handle it mentally. Sonja taped a monstrous green diaper with white snowflakes around her waist. Was she doomed to wear this horrid, awful, ridiculously thick diapers for the rest of her life? Just what all had Azrael done to her? She shuddered in horror and fear at those thoughts. “Is my baby cold? There we go!” Sonja closed the snaps on the sleeper, the same color as Reila’s nightgown had been. She popped a big, adult sized pacifier into Reila’s mouth. Reila’s eyes widened at the strange sensation of the huge rubber nipple filling her mouth. She wasn’t sure what to do with it. It was something like Nicky would use. She instantly spat the pacifier out. She wanted to be angry, to blame Nicky and Azrael for this. Nicky easily could’ve warned her this was coming, told her ahead of time. Had he done this to Rachel, too? All she felt was sorrow and betrayal. She hated Azrael down to the marrow in her bones, but the hatred that had once fueled her and gave her strength was now a weak, impotent thing. The fires of her anger had been doused by fear and horror into cold ashes. Azrael was a monster, and Reila was helpless against her. That truth and her babified state left her feeling utterly powerless. She could do nothing on her own now. Anger wouldn’t help her. Sonja lifted Reila up, cradling her like an infant. Reila’s limbs flopped about like limp spaghetti noodles. She lifted her head but could only hold it up for a few seconds before it flopped against her mother. She wriggled her arms and legs, limbs not obeying at all. She scowled. “You’re so squirmy-wormy. Someone’s excited to see her presents.” Sonja laughed and patted Reila’s heavily diapered bottom. Uschi sat in an oversized patched up armchair. She sipped a mug of warm gluhwein. A plate of lebkuchen, soft, puffy spice cookies slathered in sweet frosting, sat on the coffee table. She beamed as Sonja carried Reila in. She raised her mug in a toast. “You girls look full of the Christmas Spirit. Prost!” She spoke in German then slurped her mulled wine. “Merry Christmas, Grandma.” Sonja greeted. She laid Reila down on her belly on a soft red quilt in front of the gowing Christmas tree and mounds of presents in shiny wrapping paper. All those pretty packages tied a cold knot of dread in Reila’s stomach. Sonja was flat broke; she couldn’t afford presents. Great Grandma Uschi would never be so extravagant. They could only be from one person, and it wasn’t Santa who had visited last night. Reila tried to get up on her hands and knees, to crawl and see just how much damage Azrael’s presents would wreak. Her limbs felt like rubber; her elbows wouldn’t straighten and her legs folded and flopped soon as she got them under her. It took all her strength and coordination just to hold her head up. Sonja picked up a cookie and curled up on the couch. “Look, she’s trying to crawl. That’s so cute.” She nibbled her cooke and shared a smile with Uschi. “It’s nice having family for Christmas. And another adult to talk to. America was very lonely. It was just me and Reila...but that all seems so far away now. Like a dream.” She paused, face scrunching up. “Speaking of dreams, I had the strangest one last night. Reila was all grown up, but she was an unholy terror and I was at my wits’ end.” Her German flowed with minimal stumbling, almost comfortable on her tongue. Reila lay quietly, ignoring the taunting, merry presents she could not reach. Instead, she listened intently to the adults’ conversation, concentrating on translating the words from German to English in her head. She was nowhere near as fluent as Sonja and struggled to keep up. Their small talk was safer than thinking about her new station in life. Uschi’s smile was warm but mysterious. “Sounds more like a nightmare than a dream. Good thing she’s just a little baby, and you can raise her right.” She looked down at Reila lying on the floor and winked, as if sharing and laughing a private joke.